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Hello! I won't use this blog anymore or my AO3 account with this username, I'm moving to @aflour and using aflour on AO3 from now on.
I was going to write something very long about why I'm leaving this blog behind but everything comes up either super dramatic or super boring.
@inceptionfandombirthdays and @inceptionficrecs will remain active! And I'm also creating a new Inception-only sideblog (@allinception) because I don't have a life.
I believe that's all, thank you for reading, goodbye â¤ď¸
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Me as the sole survivor of the apocalypse, commenting "last" on every YouTube video.
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Women of X-Men â Moira MacTaggert
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Some internet language things I really like:
Phrases like âthatâs certainly a thingâ, âitâs so shapedâ, or âone of the most animalsâ (is there a name for this?)
when people write with little to no punctuation like they are just so done
More specifically, asking questions without punctuation i.e. âwhatâ or âwhyâ. Itâs like, you want to know but also you are resigned to the answer?
When people capitalise The Thing for emphasis - particularly if they add a trademark symbol to really drive The Point⢠home
How we use both bold and italic text for emphasis, but they convey it in different ways and I canât quite explain how
Responding to things exclusively with punctuation, because sometimes words fail you and all you can say is !!!
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reading it and feeling stuff
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Fluffbruary 2022 Prompt List
February 1: flamboyant | cozy | sketch
February 2: chocolate | star gazing | rain
February 3: vibrant | animated | secret
February 4: bright | sharp | tease
February 5: shiny | explosive | brave
February 6: feather | walk | curious
February 7: sparkle | dream | stubborn
February 8: sand | quiet | colorful
February 9: stiletto | poppy | gentle
February 10: braces | gallery | drowsy
February 11: peacock | sweet | blanket
February 12: warm | candle | pillow
February 13: cold | nacreous | soup
February 14: angelic | park | novel
February 15: laughter | drink | sculpture
February 16: theatre | fantasy | mirror
February 17: ballet | plush | fountain
February 18: cat | dance | thread
February 19: crowd | bubbly | sea
February 20: delicious | club | perfume
February 21: wool | heavenly | chain
February 22: socks | kiss | impulse
February 23: massage | light | glow
February 24: surprise | soft | stamp
February 25: gift | reluctant | pastoral
February 26: recipe | fire | flag
February 27: brunch | singing | intention
February 28: vanilla | shell | bathtub
Bonus prompts:Â orbit | tender | porcelain | invite | energy
Above is a list of prompts for each day of February. Pick whichever of the three daily prompts sparks your creativity - or choose from one of the bonus prompts if none of the daily prompts works for you. There is no obligation to create for each day in order to participate in the challenge. Write or draw for whichever day(s) a prompt appeals to you and you have time. All fandoms, all ships are welcome. Tag us on posts of your Fluffbruary creations and weâll reblog everything we see.
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Atonement (2007)
#atonement#robbie turner#there was a really popular larry stylinson fanfic in spanish i read when i was about 15 based on this movie lol#this movie made me cry but also unlocked very interesting memories
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Late Night Confidential
7:38 PM
I twiddled with my totem while Arthur explained the plan.
âAriadneâs alarm clock will go off, and the kick will come,â he said, and Ariadne blushed. Ever since the Fischer mission, it had been almost hard to watch them as they struggled to talk to each other. I didnât know the full story, but Ariadne refused to tell me what had happened inside Fischerâs dream.
The group was dismissed, and I walked back to the room Iâd been working in. My feet felt heavy on the carpeted floor as my stomach churned with dread. The plan was solid, and weâd succeeded under worse conditions, but this mission was weighing on me with each passing day.
Back in my dark office, mountains of files crowded my laptop. Iâd been helping gather info on our most recent target, some tycoon who planned to liquidate all his assets and move to Dubai. I guess Arthurâs brother, Eddie, worked for him and was aiming for a promotion. He didnât want to lose his job after working up to such a prestigious position, so Arthur talked to Cobb, and they got a team together to fix everything. Theyâd planned to convince Eddieâs boss to keep his business running and to even put in a good word for Eddie.
I sighed heavily and settled in to work, knowing I wouldnât leave this spot until I was ready to pass out on the uncomfortable cot across the room. While illegally reading through an online ledger associated with the tycoonâs company, I absentmindedly grabbed at the hard candy in a jar on my desk, but there were no more. I huffed and kept working.
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2:23 AM
My eyes blurred in and out of focus as I fought my sleep. I had to find something useful before morning, or Cobb would be pissed. I didnât want to cry, but frustration got the better of me, and I began wiping tears from my eyes as they fell against my will.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
âHello? Y/N?â Eamesâ voice came muffled through the door. Startled, I rubbed at my eyes in hopes of getting all the moisture off.
âCome in,â I called quietly, but my voice was a bit rough from going so long without speaking. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him. I refused to look away from the screen.
âDo you not like lights? Itâs so dark in here,â he complained, and I rolled my eyes.
âDid you come in here to whine about the ambience, or do you need something from me?â I asked impatiently. Eames threw up his hands in defense.
âApologies, ermâŚâ he began, âI came to give you these.â He handed me another stack of files to look through, and I groaned.
âYeah, I figured youâd say that,â he chuckled, and shoved his hand in his pocket.
âSo I brought this as well⌠as sort of a piece offering.â In his hand, Eames held a bag of red and yellow hard candies. I took the bag hesitantly.
When I didnât respond, he said, âWell, you know, I just thought, because you ran outâ well, I saw you ran out of them earlier, so I grabbed them at the store when I was outâŚâ
âThank you,â I said, hoping heâd see my grateful smile by the light of the computer in front of me. âBut you couldâve given me all of this in the morning. Why are you awake? And how did you know I would be?â I asked, hoping I didnât sound too annoyedâ I wasnât at all, just confused. Eames cleared his throat.
âWell, you always look pretty exhausted in the morningâ sorry, that was rude, I didnât mean any offense. Also, you chug coffee like crazy during the day. I figured youâre up at night, is all.â I felt a twinge of embarrassment. Did I really look that sleep deprived?
âOkay,â I said slowly, âbut that doesnât explain why youâre up.â
âBoth of us are night owls, Y/N, I just hide it better.â He laughed at this and flicked the light on.
âOh!â I yelped, and ducked my head immediately.
âWhatâs the matter?â he asked. âAre you okay?â
But now he was looking at me with more intention. He bent down a bit and peered into my eyes.
âHave you been crying? Your eyes-â
âI know, itâs really not a big deal, Iâm just tired.â But Eames didnât seem convinced. He scoffed and then sat himself on the edge of the desk. Silently, he picked up the bag of candies and opened it. We each took one and sucked on them without speaking for a while.
âWhatâs got you so upset? If you donât mind my asking,â he inquired gingerly. I shrugged, but he remained still, awaiting a proper answer.
âFine,â I conceded, âIâm just frustrated. Cobbâs been on my ass about getting some info on this guy, and Iâve hit nothing but dead ends all night. Heâs totally going to lay in on me in the morning.â Eames shook his head.
âCobb lays in on everyone. Itâs in his nature. Besides, everyoneâs been struggling with this mission lately. This guyâs got no easily visible weaknessesâ thatâs not your fault.â I shrugged again, unsure of what to say.
âIs there anything else on your mind?â he pressed. I hesitated. I couldnât tell him about my reservations over going into the dream. What if he was just planning to tell Cobb and Arthur everything? Then theyâd have perfect reason to kick me off the team.
âCome on,â he said, nudging my shoulder. âI know we arenât incredibly close, and it canât be easy being the youngest member on the team, but Iâd like to think I can trust you to let me know when something is wrong.â
I picked up my totem and turned it over and over between my fingers. It was a fake shark tooth that Iâd taken off a souvenir necklace from Florida. Nothing incredible like Cobbâs wedding ring totem, but Iâd bought it on the last vacation I would ever take with my family. I couldnât part with it.
âI just feel like,â I began, trying to stop the shaking in my voice, âsomething isnât right with this whole thing.â If Eames planned to tell anyone, it didnât matter at this point. Heâd still seen me looking like a total mess. That would probably be enough to prove to Cobb and Arthur that I wasnât cut out for this. Maybe it would be for the best.
âI mean, last time, with Fischer, we all cut it really close,â I continued. âAnd I know I never told anyone this, but for a long time after that dream, I felt really sick.â Eames, who had kept his head down, listening, jerked his head up quickly. His eyes urged me to continue.
âAt first I thought it might have been jet lag or something, but it got worse. I would get a fever every time I fell asleep. Sometimes Iâd wake up and feel like my skin was melting off my bones. I donât know how to explain it. But it only ever hurt me when I was sleeping.â
Eames was silent for what felt like many minutes, and I squirmed with discomfort. Finally, he squatted down to meet me at eye level as I sat in my chair. I was taken aback by the concern in the creases of his eyes.
âY/N. You should have said something sooner. Especially to Arthur.â
âI didnât want you guys to think I wasnât capable. Iâm not weak, and Iâm not stupid. I deserve to be here. If Iâd said anything to Arthur, he wouldnât have let me help.â Eames sighed and looked away.
âIf we donât tell them, something could happen-â
âEames, please. Please donât tell them.â
âY/N, they told you that getting sick isnât a good sign. More dreaming could put you in the hospital. And how would they treat you? You canât even tell them anything. âOh yeah, I strapped myself to a magic briefcase, fell asleep, and went into someone elseâs dreams, but now my skin feels like itâs falling off.â They would send you to a psych ward.â
I rolled my eyes and made to stand up.
âHey,â Eames started. âYouâre strong. And smart. And capable. Nobody thinks anything otherwise. Especially not me.â Back in my seat, I began to blush. Gently and encouragingly, Eames held my forearms and rubbed my them with the pads of his thumbs.
âBut itâs just not safe for you to come inside with us,â he finished.
âBut what am I supposed to do if I canât dream?â I asked.
âI can talk to Arthur with you. We will figure something out. I promise, youâre not going anywhere anytime soon if I have any say in it.â
His wide smile matched my own, and in a moment I was kissing him. His hands slid up to my shoulders and behind my neck. I reached into his hair and giggled into the kiss.
After a few moments, Eames pulled away and put his forehead to mine.
âAlright, now that Iâve betrayed all my feelings for you, I should leave so you can get some rest.â I nodded and tried not to look too disappointed. At least Iâd see him tomorrow.
At the door, he turned back to face me. âTruly, you have nothing to worry about. everything will me squared away soon,â he assured me. I nodded.
âAlso,â he continued with a cheeky smile on his face, âIâd love to take you out some time. Weâll stay up all night how you like toâ just not cooped up in this place, alright?â
âAlright,â I repeated. And with that, he was gone.
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4:08 AM
I know Eames had told me to sleep, but cheesy excitement got the better of me. I could only imagine the amused smile on his face when he watched me drink copious amounts of coffee the next morning.
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Eggsy Unwin + Smiling (Kingsman: The Golden Circle) [½]
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just a reminder that the power these photos hold is godly
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having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
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Thank you for the tag @lolahardy â¤ď¸
painting or photography // dusk or dawn // spring or autumn // movies or tv shows // chocolate or nutella // audiobooks or podcasts // card games or board games // fiction or nonfiction // cookies or brownies // dragons or unicorns // cake or pie // bath or shower // blue or yellow // rollercoasters or bumper cars // iced tea or hot tea // left side of bed or right side of bed // zip-up hoodie or pullover hoodie // straight hair or curly hair // gummy worms or gummy bears // rain or snow // rings or necklaces // comfort or style // sneakers or flip-flops // bowling or mini- golf // pasta or pizza
Tagging @eames-with-a-rose @holistic-alcoholic @honestlytrulymaybe @shipped-goldstandard @capxfalcon
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sometimes the media consumes you. unfortunately
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I would be unstoppable if not for the problems
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over and over and over and over and over and over and over
Joe & Nicky
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Thank you for the tag @holistic-alcoholic! đđâ¤ď¸đ
First fic. I first got into fanfics when I was about 11 or 12 and was obssessed with One Direction. I'm pretty sure the first fic I wrote was a Louis Tomlinson x reader story (in Spanish.)
Softest fic. Probably Purple Ceilings and Soft T-Shirts (Arthur/Eames) and Of Spirals and Starting Points (Arthur/Eames) but they're not that soft.
Fic Iâm most proud of. That one has to be Time to Get Closer (Arthur/Eames) Also Beside You, by a Frozen Sea (Bane/John Blake) and Give Your Tears to the Unknown (Nile Freeman & Yusuf Al-Kaysani) just because I wrote them really fast and it usually takes me days or weeks to write a 1k story. And also There, Just Out of View (Arthur/Eames) because it has a vibe I haven't being able to recreate.
Fic that shows my progress. Time to Get Closer again.
Favorite wip. I have a Charles/Erik thingy that I like. I also have like 50k words (!!!) of a Bane x OC story I work on every time I'm sad because I have issues.
Tagging (no pressure!): @lolahardy @iamanonniemouse @oceans-foundfamily @aroseinflight @finelydressedspacemen
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