And on Thursdays we're teddy bear doctors
I'm 24 and internet is my mother, my brother and my lover.

I live for my TV shows and believe that there's no such thing as too much homosexual undertones.

One day I'll be the one responsible for all your slashy feels, since I'm gonna be a screenwriter.
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Posted 3 months ago with 7,246 notes
originally daily-films


I think there’s a difference between a gamble and a calculated risk.

Posted 4 months ago with 929 notes
originally velvet-toucher

Posted 4 months ago with 2,749 notes
originally dragqueeneames

Posted 4 months ago with 1,813 notes
originally winterfel

Everlasting ship - Arthur/Eames

Posted 4 months ago with 4,386 notes
originally thismeanshardy


…But damn if there isn’t anything sexier
                                                  than a slender boy with a handgun…

Posted 4 months ago with 614 notes
originally merry-chases

Posted 4 months ago with 1,757 notes
originally allmyships

You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.

Posted 5 months ago with 755 notes
originally liveinplastic

Posted 5 months ago with 1,908 notes
originally passrevoked

Reblog if you still ship Arthur/Eames




"Eames, would you - you’re supposed to be getting her dressed for God’s sake.  Your mother’s plane is going to be on the ground in -" Arthur yanks his hands out of Izzie’s diaper bag to look at his watch, while Eames continues squishing their daughter’s face into increasingly ridiculous expressions.  "Twenty-seven and a half minutes."

"Did you hear that, Poppet?" Eames laughs.  "Twenty-seven and a half minutes.  Your papa’s very precise, he is."

Arthur yanks the zipper on the diaper bag closed and rounds on Eames, a long lecture ready on the tip of his tongue; but seeing Eames sitting there, with Izzie balanced in his lap, it all just falls away, unexpectedly.  Eames has Izzie balanced against the length of his arm, one hand cradling her tiny head, and to anyone else it might look like she could fall free at any moment, but Arthur knows that hold; the effortlessly natural way Eames curls himself around the baby like she’s meant to be there.  She’s safer in his hands than anyone else’s.

"Something the matter, Darling?" Eames prompts, when Arthur’s heart-struck stare goes on just a little too long.

"No - uh - no."  Arthur clears his throat, gives Eames a smile.  "You look good.  That’s all."

Eames blushes, looks down when he smiles, which only makes Arthur love him more.  “Alright, Poppet,” he says to the baby.  “Let’s get you dressed, then.”

Posted 6 months ago with 48,342 notes
originally themountainlaurel


Cher Ami

For voidcollar. Thank you for your help. :)

Posted 6 months ago with 121 notes
originally sorelh