#loving-daisy its only love

[rocketbirdie]

we got a lot in common...

[b4kuch1n]

toy doctor redux

plushy based on this guy

[pigeons-with-jello]

mike crew should get so much more time oh my god he is so precious and fun and i dont care how many people he killed hes amazing

[dairyfreenugget]

I could count the amount of original stories of mine that don't have horror elements on one hand and idk what that says about me

[bittergirlsworld]

for a show about sex, drugs and rock n' roll, there's no sex at all, too little drugs and they're barely serving rock n' roll

[sabrinaacarpenters]

am i really supposed to believe that sam claflin is twenty-something years old 

[mister-eames]

I know it’s been said before, but you spark so much joy with your headcanon & arthur/eames discussions 🥺 also! Still thinking of that pic of Tom Hardy in a muscle tee & other recent photos of him where he is lots of grey in his beard. Idk if you saw JGL at the ceremony where he presented rian Johnson with an award but he had a deep velvet plum suit on, a beard and his hair is long & wavy. & now I’m thinking about older eames/Arthur who are comfortable happy and still sickeningly in love

Nonnie!!!!!!! Thank you so much for stopping by, these asks always are so thought provoking and indulge me so much, I'm always happy to talk about Arthur/Eames and Inception in general!

Okay so, I had not seen that video and I am SO GLAD you brought it to my attention. JGL LOOKS SO FREAKING GOOD!!! THE SUIT!!! THE BEARD!!! THE CURLS!!!!!! Oh my god. If anyone has not seen the video check it out here you wont regret it.

And, you said it -- "Comfortable, happy and (still) sickeningly in love" is all I want for Arthur and Eames (and my life tbh). My headcanon is that they settle down and retire and while they still dabble in a little criminal action here and there (like being criminally sexy!!!) they live quieter lives a handful of years after the Fischer job. They love each other, right? They want to be safer because they want to build a life over building dreams, because life can be so short, you know, and I think in the film you learn just that--anything can happen at any given moment and you just...slow the hell down. Even when that means taking life in the slow lane and changing course - and so they do.

I imagine Arthur and Eames in their forties and fifties, teaching and consulting for work - Eames being disgusted every time he does his taxes and Arthur being disgusted with himself for wearing polo shirts in the summer and secretly loving it. They are starting to go grey, more grey with every handful of years - they are starting to go soft in places. There are crows eyes and forehead lines and heartburn and creaky bones. Diets to manage IBS and blood pressure. Worse, they start to do things their parents used to do -- like watch the news on TV and mutter into their dinner about idiot politicians and neighbours who park like dickheads on the street and wont trim their trees back out of their yard, and they reminisce about how things were different when they were kids and seriously why the fuck are they the only normal people who live on this street?

They keep busy. They learn new things. For his forty-fifth birthday Arthur builds Eames a library in their Philadelphia home with his bare hands. Eames buys the battered skeleton of a '67 Ford Mustang and restores it for Arthur. They read books and watch movies in bed and keep guns in their bedsides just in case. They go on long drives together and still sometimes travel the world to see old faces and so they still remember what it feels like to be homesick and miss the good life. Eames' knees play up. Arthurs back has seen better days. They're uncles to their siblings kids and to Phillipa and James. And they take that job very seriously.

They still have their domestics and spats every now and then. But they make up and move on. They're partners (in life and crime) and they get their thrills out of making the other happy. They're the people the other cannot wait to come home to.

They have always attempted to manufacture their own luck and they finally did it because here they are, content and happy.

[himabyul]

can i do a silly rant

as a both satan lover and kinnie i love how we're similar but ALSO I HATE IT

new satan card abt archery? damn.. haha *nervous laugh* guess my brave phase as a kid means something!

violins and pianos? oh.. well.. its cool we can play the same instrument, right.?? ((get your own thing to play wth???))

there's also many other traits either headcannon'd by fans or official and sometimes its like. haha ur just like me!! or haha... ur just like me.. *growls*

it gets to the point that even if there's a song that reminds me of Satan/I'd want him to listen to cuz I think he'd like it I'd be like. NO!!! IT'S MY THEME!!!! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!!!!

[universalheart]

apocalypse

[leoxxiiart]

been playing catz 2 again lately.... honestly was worried i'd ruin a bit of childhood, but it's held up surprisingly well imo! here's toby and daisy <3

[flowerflamestars]

Timeloop AU snippet

Knife-blade face tipped up to the sky, Eris scowled as the first drops began to fall.

  As Lucien bothered only to tuck his books safely away before falling back again, spine pressed the length of the little skiff, rainwater stinging cool, steam rising from his skin.

  “What,” Eris snapped, after several minutes, “The hell.”

  Lucien cracked open an eye, to take in the dripping fury. “Will stop in a minute. Rains most afternoons here.”

  The outermost isles of Summer’s hegemony. Quiet. Palatial. Wild in ways that could almost soothe the hungry creature that lived in his heart, flame without necessary fuel. Eris’s was the first High Fae face he’d seen in months.

  “Which you know,” Eris hissed, shaking blackened blood-dark hair out of his face like nothing so much as an angry feline. “Because you live here. Half the pair that led the most savage, swiftly successful war in High Fae history, and now you’re both fucking hermits. Do you even know what they call you? In the Courts? Archeron and you? The World-Breaker and the Memory-Maker.”

  Lucien, who’d saved every life they could save. Nesta, who’d done the killing blow.

  “Tarquin,” Lucien said, tightly, “Won the war.”

  Just Summer, only Summer. A court decimated by Amarantha, a court that had risen again like the tide rises, and destroyed Prythians oldest enemy without debasing itself before fellow courts that did not respect its ways or people.

  “Should have thought through how long that lie could live,” Eris snapped back, “When you evacuated Hybern’s civilian population. The wreckage might have sunk beneath the sea, but we all saw it on fire first.”

Silver and gold. Magic twisting on magic, the slumbering giant of Nesta’s power let loose, let free, dragging light from Lucien like he’d forgotten he could even be.

He should have known it then. He should have- well, Lucien could not actually pretend what was true now might as well have always been true in every way that mattered. 

  “Technically,” Lucien pointed out. “I’m Summer’s seaward ambassador. Not a hermit.”

  “And technically,” Eris picked right up the thread, “I am the least of the Vanserra. You want to tell me why the crown came for me?”

[fiendishartist2]

nvm turns out i just bring more tma doodles

(image 1): "maybe if i pretend to have a nervous breakdown elias will let me leave" "i think im in love with my boss"

(image 2): "DRUGS GIVE ME DRUGS GIVE ME DRUGS-" "can you feel the love tonight~"

[ghost-bard]

Saw a tweet about aging up childhood characters with yourself and now i need to make the wedding peach characters 20 years old and learning how to navigate being an adult while also still protecting the world from (evil/malicious) demons even if queen reinedevilia has been exorcised

[astralmarionette]

now that im finished with gatsby i just have to like write down my thoughts and then make them all cute and neat and stuff then im gonna start gone with the wind

[thatgirlwithasquid]

currently facing atrocities (trying to write a script)

[ne0ncowb0y]

I was terrified to start transitioning.

For reasons besides all the social implications that could be had. Those were regular terror. This was like... an existential dread. Something I can't put into words but felt so deeply and so tightly twined around my living bones that my hand shook and my heart spiked into overdrive when I thought about it. No, it wasn't just anxiety, that feels different.

It was the passage of time. The, "i've missed my mark," and the "I'm going to be too old to do it," and "I'm not going to be the person I've always wanted to be by 30." That feeling that it wasn't going to be worth it, I should just stay where I'm comfortable (beside the persistent prick in my back and sharp stone in my shoe), and I'm just wishing on pipe dreams and blowing dandelion seeds to the wind. It was harrowing!

"But," I realised one day, "I'll be 30 soon, anyway."

I'll be 30 soon, anyway. Why not? Why not go into it happier and more myself than I have ever been? I might not be the man I dreamed I'd be as a child, but I'll be closer to him than I've ever been before. Something changed and clicked for me that day. And, you know what? I am going toward 30 happier than I've ever been before, and I will not be looking back.

Transitioning is scary. It can be so fucking scary. But the time is going to pass anyway, and there will be so much happiness and love. The days spent wondering if it could be better could be days spent living better. And the living will be better.