stuck in limbo

adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision.  On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me.  i know that fucker’s weaknesses.  i could totally take me in a fight.”

i think a lot about how cobb said he was going to mombasa to speak to/recruit eames and arthur was like there are plenty of good thieves, as if eames being a thief, not a forger, was their primary source of prior business/interaction, like thats the first thing that pops into arthurs mind, eames = rascal thief, not eames = forger, being a forger is secondary to his exceptional thievery, to arthurs association of him, and now i need the origin fics where they’ve needed a really fkn good pick-pocket and eames is #1 on speed dial, like babe, we need a keycard come to paris

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

Alternatively: it's not killing the mood at all but it's totally making both of them giggle like they're twelve and possibly get lowkey competitive in a subconscious way about who has the most to drop.

...Oh

It’s not that there’s already a bunch of weapons hidden underneath the sink that makes it awkward so much as that there’s so many weapons hidden underneath the sink that they fall out of the cabinet with the unmistakable sound of a knife-alanche, and then the other person comes in like “I can explain!” and you’re just dead-ass standing there with your own armload of weapons like “I can also explain.”

Been hunting for this post since I saw it— did this in Salchow, purely because of this