#Dominic Cobb

[deepestconnoisseurmoon]

Inception (2010)

[picspammer]

What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it's almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed - fully understood - that sticks; right in there somewhere.

[dareduffie]

me and the wife im telling you not to worry about

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

My brain did a thing:

An old man

Filled with regret

Waiting to die alone

Right, these two characters probably have more differences than similarities. Their main common points basically are: a) tragically losing their wives - with themselves contributing to that happening; b) IMO being major egoists (Viserys more of a passive kind, Cobb an active one).

Also I can`t help but think about the 'waiting to die alone' part: how, despite wildly different circumstances, both chose their solitude (Cobb was forced to leave his kids - but his emotional solitude was of his own making), and, on the face of it, they had a right to make that choice - except it led (or could have led, in Cobb`s case) to grave consequences for other people. Where does the right to grieve and set one`s boundaries end and the responsibility to and for others begin? Everyone has their answer, it seems.

[werewolfpirate]

[daily-movie-quotes]

Day 244

March 21

What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it's almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed - fully understood - that sticks; right in there somewhere.

-Dominic Cobb

(Played by Leonardo DiCaprio)

Inception

[musicallyanonymous]

Fyi this came up while ranking the Inception characters from least to most attractive on a variety of criteria lmao

*Me and @musicallyanonymous talking about Inception*

Me: I am aware that Mal's only purpose as a plot device is to be the tragic, sexy french wife but unfortunately that really works for me.

Them: I know.

[butchhamlet]

do you have any good shakespeare retelling book recs?

what a beautiful time to ask this, says guy who has left this ask collecting cobwebs in his inbox for months! because guess who has two thumbs and just finished queen goneril by erin shields! WHAT a fucking play, holy SHIT, this is some of the best characterization of the lear sisters that i've ever read and the exploration of womanhood as filtered through class + race + shitty families + political maneuvering is so so so good. also the things shields does with the og playtext... chef's fucking KISS

anyway, recency bias aside, i've been meaning to make a post about my favorite shakespeare retellings for a while, and i think i never actually did it because i wanted to make a lear retelling ranking list and then i never read some of the ones on my TBR. so whatever. the learlist will happen someday. here are my favorites in general. (here is my goodreads shelf for the retellings i've read, good and bad, and here is the shelf for the ones i have yet to read.)

in no particular order:

a thousand acres by jane smiley: outsold. epitome of what makes an effective retelling--a book that clearly has something to say about and to the original text, but that also isn't afraid to diverge, to exclude here and zoom in there. ungraciously, this is "lear on a farm" and it starts a little slow, but holy fucking shit, i can't do justice in a paragraph to the way this book unraveled me. one of the best books of all time mayhaps. also, introduced the edmund character by describing his ass. 10/10

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake: i don't read that much YA anymore but jesus fucking christ. books tailored for me specifically. twelfth night retelling about siblings + mental illness + being bisexual + love triangles that actually make sense (emotions are confusing!) instead of being contrived + beautiful description + excellent dialogue + THE MENTAL ILLNESS. books that made me start crying in zoom class in 2020

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppard: kind of a cop-out answer because we all know this one. but that does not detract from how good it is. this is one of those plays, at least for me, that makes me think, "ohhhhhh, THIS is what theater can do. this is using its medium to the absolute utmost." it is so clever and it makes me want to cry. i think about "i don't know. it's the same sky" more often than i can say

american moor by keith hamilton cobb: not exactly a retelling, but a one-man play about a Black man auditioning for the lead role in Othello, tangling as he does with his relationship with shakespeare's work and cultural dominance. suuuuuch a good fucking play even beyond the analysis of othello (which is excellent); the language is so fucking incredible. everyone who likes shakespeare should read this.

teenage dick by mike lew: modern teenage richard iii; this one's more reimagining than retelling, because it diverges pretty sharply from the plot of richard iii, but god, it's so fucking fun. and upsetting! really upsetting also.

foul is fair by hannah capin: i will be so real. i read this in high school and some of the YA books i've revisited since did not hold up for me. so idk if i can tell you this is "good" with my full chest. but the pitch is "lady macbeth gets sexually assaulted at a party and decides to fucking kill the boys who did it" and i stayed up until like 1am to finish it because it was such a vicious gleaming wild ride

the stars undying by emery robin: does this count? hard to say, because it's just as much a retelling of roman history than shakespeare's antony and cleopatra (honestly, more, since it focuses on the era where caesar and cleopatra were lovers, which is before shakespeare's play). but i'm counting it anyway because it's bisexual space opera cleopatra and it's the best book i've read so far in 2024 and it's making me crazy and i'm writing a thesis on it < genuinely

peerless by jihae park: macbeth, but college applications, featuring asian macbeths (they're twin sisters >:3) who think their classmate has taken their place in their dream school because of affirmative action/DEI. this play is absolutely VICIOUS. it's macbeth x heathers. think it mirrors macbeth in faltering a little in its final stretch, but it still fucks hard

the wednesday wars by gary d. schmidt: okay, not a retelling; this is about a preteen boy in the 60s. but it's one of the best most genuine and heartwarming books i've ever read and it manages to be hilarious while also foregoing cheap slapstick punching-low humor for a hell of a lot of warmth and passion. and the main character interacts with shakespeare a lot as a running theme so i can justify putting it on this list. #evangelizing

of course, i would be remiss not to mention that @suits-of-woe / @mjulianwrites has written the best take on Two Gentlemen of Verona to ever exist, and i mean that quite seriously. unfortunately it hasn't been published yet so we'll all just have to prayer-circle about it. i would also be remiss not to take the opportunity to. uh. coughs. do a bit of casual self-promo. if you 1. have ocd 2. have gender or 3. think about malvolio a lot. boy do i have the novella for you

will definitely add to this when i read more retellings; feel free to drop recs in the tags/replies/reblogs/my askbox!

[celebrityfanfictionblog]

The Governor of Minnesota

A Secret Rendezvous in Atlanta

Featuring Gov. Tim Walz and second gentleman Doug Emhoff

Less than 48 hours away from Election Day, the political atmosphere was electric. Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz, the Democratic vice presidential nominee, and Second Gentleman Doug Emhoff had come to metro Atlanta for one last political push. They hosted a rally at the Cobb Galleria Centre in Cobb County on a brisk Sunday afternoon, where the air was charged with the energy of imminent change. Jon Bon Jovi, R.E.M. lead singer Michael Stipe, and the husband-wife duo The War and Treaty had performed, adding to the fervor. The visit was part of a flurry of political activity in Georgia, a key battleground state, before November 5th.

The rally ended with a mini-concert in the hotel ballroom, where Walz and Emhoff bonded over their shared love for rock music. There was a palpable "bro" energy, as Emhoff noted this was the first time he and Walz had held a full rally together. Both men, aged 60, reminisced about growing up in an America dominated by the popular culture of TV, films, and music.

Later, in the privacy of Doug's hotel room, away from the public eye, the tension of their campaign now morphing into something more primal. Doug's body ached with weeks of pent-up desire; his last intimate moment with Kamala felt like a distant memory. Tim's eyes had been on him throughout the campaign, especially today, and Doug could feel the weight of those looks. Now, with the door closed behind them, Doug's mind wandered to fantasies he hadn't dared explore publicly.

Walz, with his balding head, glasses perched on his nose, and his stocky build, seemed animated yet nervous. His quick delivery of words was now slower, more deliberate. "Let's both enjoy this," Tim said, his voice tinged with both excitement and the thrill of the forbidden.

He kneeled before Doug, who stood at 5'10" with an athletic build, thanks in part to his well-known yoga practice. His tattoos seemed to tell stories in the dim light - the "chai" on his bicep, a nod to his Jewish heritage; his children's names inked on the other, a testament to his paternal love; and the fraternity mark, a relic from his youth. Tim unbuckled Doug's belt, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation. As he pulled down Doug's pants, he was greeted by the sight of a hard, veiny cock, about 7 inches, with a pointed head that glistened with precum.

Tim's lips parted, his tongue tracing a path from the base of Doug's cock to its tip, savoring the saltiness of pre-cum. He took Doug into his mouth, his tongue swirling around, feeling every vein. Doug groaned, his hands gripping the arms of the chair, his body reacting to each stroke of Tim's tongue.

"Doug, do you want to fuck me?" Tim asked, his voice now husky with desire. Doug responded with a moan, nodding, his body already moving towards the bed.

Tim stood, undressing quickly, revealing his own arousal. His cock was 6.5 inches, not thick but with a pronounced head, throbbing with eagerness. Doug, perhaps spurred by the moment, grabbed Tim's cock, his strokes rough and eager, his own hand working his cock in tandem.

"Never thought about sucking a cock before," Doug murmured, his breath hot against Tim's skin before his lips enveloping the head, tongue exploring, tasting. The novelty of the act adding to the intensity, overwhelming them both. Tim's body shuddered, but he pulled away, not wanting to end it there. He positioned himself on all fours, his ass high, presented to Doug, every muscle tense with anticipation.

With a mix of saliva and pre-cum, Doug prepared himself, slicking his cock, then positioned himself at Tim's entrance.

With a growl, "Take my dick, Walz," he pushed in, the initial resistance giving way to warmth and tightness. Tim gasped, the pain sharp but quickly morphing into pleasure as Doug thrust deeper, each movement punctuated by the slap of skin against skin. As Doug found a rhythm, his hands gripping Tim's hips, his slaps on Tim's ass, the sound echoing in the room adding to the intensity.

"You like my dick?" Doug asked, his voice a mix of dominance and pleasure.

"Yes, fuck me. Make me yours," Tim panted, his voice breaking with each powerful thrust from Doug. Doug's hand found Tim's cock again, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts, driving them both towards the edge.

The climax was explosive. Tim felt Doug's cock swell inside him, the pressure building until Doug's release came - hot, shooting deep with each spasm, filling him. Tim, overwhelmed, felt his own orgasm rip through him, his cum spurting out in thick ropes onto the bed below, his body convulsing with each wave of pleasure.

Doug's orgasm was a torrent, each pulse of cum felt by Tim, who pushed back, wanting to feel every drop. Their moans mingled, the intensity of their shared release echoing through the room. Doug's cum leaked from Tim, a warm trickle down his thighs as they both collapsed, breathless, the bed beneath them stained with the evidence of their passion. The reality of what they'd done hung between them, a secret shared in the shadows of their public lives.

"That was so surreal for me to experience that," Doug whispered, a mix of awe and guilt in his tone.

"There's more where that came from," Tim replied, a promise laced with the danger of their political lives.

This secret rendezvous in Atlanta, hidden from the world, was a moment of raw human connection amidst the chaos of politics.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

*COMPLETED*

*This will follow the plot of the 2010 film 'Inception'*

description - Y/n, the daughter of the thief Dominic Cobb and the late Mal Cobb, joined her father on the run. Knowing her fathers innocence, she couldn't bear to be without him, so she gave up on her architecture degree and followed him into the world of dreams. They do jobs together and, even though Cobb worries about the amount of danger he's putting her in, he'd rather her be with him in the dreams rather than on the outside carrying his name like a brand. In the latest job they are given, Cobb searches to find peace and Y/n is confronted with a man who tugs on her heart and infiltrates her dreams.

*reader is 20*

a/n - welcome to my first multi-chapter fic and it is with a character from the talented Cillian Murphy! I watched Oppenheimer the other day, so I've been rewatching his filmography and I obviously came back to Inception. Inception is hands down my favourite film and I think it was this performance that put Cillian on the map as an actor of tremendous talent!

a/n 2 - each chapter will have it's own warnings but the general ones are SPOILERS! (also should there be a taglist for this?)

Series Word Count - 37k

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."

A Leap of Faith

To Build Cathedrals

Meeting Your Mark

Painted Windmill

A Lesson in Planning

Conscience Makes Cowards of Us All

Damsel in Distress

A Son's First Hero; A Daughter's First Love

Mr Charles and Miss Nobody

You Knew?

Go To Sleep, Miss Y/n

Couldn't Someone Have Dreamed of a Goddamn Beach?

Lies Are Weak Foundations

The Kick

Come Back To Reality

I Dreamed We’d Grow Old Together

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Loving all the baseball stuff in Ultraman: Rising so far. Hideki "Godzilla" Matsui referenced in the beginning, the double meaning of "I stopped believing in Giants a long time ago," the coincidence of protagonist Ken Sato playing for the same MLB team that Shohei Ohtani signed with last year...

Let's talk about Sato's career batting average though. .420??? In our world, Ty Cobb has the record for highest career batting average with .366. Nobody in MLB has even cracked .400 in a single season since the forties. Baseball is unusual among team sports in that one dominant player can only do so much for his team (see the Los Angeles Angels' many mediocre seasons when they had both Ohtani and Mike Trout), but his ego's well-justified. (Also, it seems like he's only been Ultraman for a few months, but his need to keep his identity secret has added weight here; his achievements would definitely come into question if people found out he was a superhero.) 624 stolen bases would also place him 14th on the all-time list; not as mind-bogglingly impressive, but it's a counting stat and it seems like he has plenty of years left to play.

The line about having never won a World Series is interesting. Possibly the film is set before the Dodgers' championship in 2020, or Sato just joined them afterwards. The only hints about the year we've been given so far are that Matsui was still playing in Japan in the opening (his last season there was 2002) and the main action takes place 20 years later. Or: the film is set in a world where kaiju have been attacking for decades and I shouldn't be taking this part of it so seriously.

[brattylikestoeat]

Story time because why not I can’t sleep.

I got home around 3am yesterday Mister was at my door by 9am.

Who is Mister? Older man from my kink days. Back when I was heavy on the kink scene. We’ve flirted over the years, he was either in a relationship or I was so it never really aligned if that makes sense. He one of those background characters I kept in my phone just in case.

Mister is older (don’t ask, tad bit ashamed at the age) but he keeps himself up, very much body builder with silver hair, a few tattoos, tall and handsome.

He a very much all or nothing type guy. A Dom who takes bdsm way too seriously. I’m here to have fun and have amazing sex. So we kinda clash on that. The name isn’t bratty for no reason.

Our texting kicked up the week of my birthday. He texted me, we went out, did a little shopping, and had a nightcap. Just drinks, no sex and he sent me home.

The following Thursday (after the calls) he asked if I was busy and if not if I wanted to come over.

As much as I love my apartment I like going to others house more. He has a nice home in Cobb, and I can smoke there so hell yeah I’ll come.

To Mister sex doesn’t exist without kink. If he isn’t being dominate and getting his way he don’t want it. And tbh that’s hard for me because I haven’t done it in so long. But he walked me thru it, nice and slow.

I felt like he punished me for making him wait. I’m made him wait for access and he just didn’t like it. He def took it out on me that first night.

That was a week ago. Our second date was today. I invited him over because after the night I had, I knew I wasn’t leaving the house at all.

He gets here and he has a bag. He not spending the night, not even staying to lunch. He asked for a towel or sheet and he set everything in his bag on there. Rope, clamps, and a few other things.

“I’m going to make you want me.” He told me.

In my mind I’m like good luck. But tbh he kinda did that lol.

Mister worked me through 4 earth shattering orgasms. Two of them while I was tied up.

One of the things that surprised me, was he kept telling me to tell him I love him.

I love what you are doing to me. I love how you are making me feel. I love that you are giving me a few hours to take my mind off my situation. But love you? Lol hell nah.

But I told him, because that’s what he needed to hear. One of the reason these men are so hooked on me is because I become their dream. I tell them what they want to hear, I give them what they want.

2 hours later and we’re done. Just laying in my bed. But he gotta go, I got actual plans today that don’t involve him.

Mister cleaned himself and his items up while I laid in bed. I could get at least two hours of sleep if I tried but I knew I wouldn’t.

By the time he got himself together I could tell he was anxious.

There always this doubt they went to far, did to much, overstepped some boundaries.

But he looked at me and said, “I don’t wanna leave you.”

“Why not baby?” I ask. Mind you I’m still naked, looking up at him.

“You need me rn.”

I almost laughed in his face. I need sleep, I need something to eat, I need a blunt, I need to check on my cat.

He had served his purpose and he knew that. He hoping I don’t fade back into obscurity and ghost him.

But I won’t. For now Mister can stay. 

[dareduffie]

Guy who has not dealt with his trauma and is actively unpleasant to be around and puts other peoples lives at risk numerous times for the sake of his own desperation + his friend who follows him around the world even though he could leave at any time and he'd be better off for it

[animalshowdown]

Phylum Round 1

Annelida: Segmented Worms. This group includes earthworms, leeches, and many classes under the umbrella of "polychaete". This diverse phylum encompasses deposit feeders (eating dirt), detritivores, scavengers, deadly ambush predators, filter feeders, parasites, herbivores, and more. They are broadly defined by their repeating body segments and parapodia, which are nubby appendages used for both movement and breathing. Some have curved jaws for catching prey or scraping detritus off of rocks, while others have wide, elaborate feather-like fans for filter feeding. While able to crawl freely, a majority of marine Annelids spend most of their time in self-built tubes or burrows. Among their many important functions, they play a key role in mixing soil/sediment, breaking down decaying organic matter, and providing a key food source to countless other animals.

Nematoda: Roundworms. Split between free-living and parasitic, terrestrial and aquatic, Nematodes inhabit just about every environment on Earth. Nematologist Nathan Cobb once said (paraphrased) that if all matter on Earth disappeared besides Nematodes, we would still be able to identify where everything used to be, simply by the thin layer of nematodes left behind. In the harsh environment of Antarctica's Dry Valleys, these worms dominate the relatively barren ecosystem. The roundworm C. elegans is a widely-studied model organism in science and medicine. Nematodes are also known to parasitize humans, due to their ability to enter a dormant larval state within the muscle of a carrier animal. This is part of why we fully cook pork; to kill any parasites in the meat.

[ungoliantschilde]

RIP to the best hitter in Baseball history.

Pete Rose had 4256 hits in his career as player. He is the All-time MLB Hits leader.

For Comparison:

-Ty Cobb had 4189 (#2 all time).

-Hank Aaron had 3771 (#3).

-Barry Bonds, the most dominant offensive player of the steroid era of Baseball? He’s not even in the top 30 of all time. He had 2935. (#37).

Pete Rose also had some, well, some demons. He gambled on baseball games he was involved in, and then repeatedly lied about it. And because of that, the greatest hitter to have ever swung a bat is not in Cooperstown.

[sleepnoises]

rewatching inception (2010). crazy how bad a boss dominic cobb is