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image ”You look oddly familiar.”

"You don’t."

princess-joseph replied to your post: princess-joseph liked your post: it’s all homo…

same

;clings to you softly

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princess-joseph liked your post: it’s all homo from here on out

I JUST REALLY MISSED U OK

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theshabbyimpersonator:

Yeah… Well. 

"If we’re done here, I actually have work to do, Eames. " 

redxluna:

This needs fic now, please. I’m even willing to bounce off ideas for it.

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it’s all homo from here on out

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winterkiss:

veela-from-gotham - Eames/Arthur

Things don’t go back to normal after Inception. Cobb leaves to spend time with his children and the others go their separate ways, but Eames stays. Stays with Arthur. Arthur who is lost and confused, who can’t keep his fingers still and draws maps and mazes on every surface he can find. It’s not new, Eames staying with Arthur, neither is them sharing a bed and kisses and late nights wrapped together, but this time it feels more permanent  more personal and when Arthur comes out of his haze, he’s grateful to find Eames waiting for him. It’s usually with British tea, and heater warm jumpers. Eames will rub the chalk from Arthur’s fingers onto his own trousers and smile slightly and sometimes Arthur can return it, but more times he can’t and Eames drags him to their bed and holds him until it passes, combs calloused fingers through his hair and whispers stories, says ‘It’s okay, darling’ and presses kisses to Arthur’s cheeks.

winterkiss:

veela-from-gotham - Eames/Arthur

Things don’t go back to normal after Inception. Cobb leaves to spend time with his children and the others go their separate ways, but Eames stays. Stays with Arthur. Arthur who is lost and confused, who can’t keep his fingers still and draws maps and mazes on every surface he can find. It’s not new, Eames staying with Arthur, neither is them sharing a bed and kisses and late nights wrapped together, but this time it feels more permanent  more personal and when Arthur comes out of his haze, he’s grateful to find Eames waiting for him. It’s usually with British tea, and heater warm jumpers. Eames will rub the chalk from Arthur’s fingers onto his own trousers and smile slightly and sometimes Arthur can return it, but more times he can’t and Eames drags him to their bed and holds him until it passes, combs calloused fingers through his hair and whispers stories, says ‘It’s okay, darling’ and presses kisses to Arthur’s cheeks.

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theshabbyimpersonator replied to your post: Darling…

But we’re married now, darling. What am I supposed to call you?

Enjoy it while you can, Eames. We won’t be married for long.

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"— Cute."

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theshabbyimpersonator asked: "Darling..."

Mr. Eames, I believe I’ve asked you not to call me that.

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