*has so many questions about new twilight book* Me: ally read this book immediately and answer my questions Ally: why do I have to read it Me: because you are more likely to consume literary trash aimed at a younger audience Ally: ...fanks
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*has so many questions about new twilight book* Me: ally read this book immediately and answer my questions Ally: why do I have to read it Me: because you are more likely to consume literary trash aimed at a younger audience Ally: ...fanks

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I dont know what I expected
There is a notebook on the table open to a fresh page with one thing written on it: 1. Susan. Me: why is susan number one? (Beat) Sister: *quietly* im keeping track of when dr. Cox calls jd by a girls name (Beat) Me: why did I even ask.
I pulled an imdb ally and recognized 4 bit actors on broad city. Ilanas boss is Dwight from the office's little friend who algela hired to kneecap oscar. Creepy dj dudes are Dwight ' cousin and Feinstein from parks and rec. And the lady at the rental car place is ms claudette from orange is the new black. BAM!
Amidst a debate between myself (a biologist) and my sister (an English major) about whether dinosaurs had feathers or not, my cousin laughed so hard she shot the bell pepper she was eating out her nose. My sister and I high fived.
Watching "Magic Bullet" ep of TW
Me: but how did he KNOW it was the right bullet?
Sister: because the dramatic music was playing

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by my sister, allykittens
âHow much more time left in the dream?â âAbout an hour still, love.â Arthur spares Eames a look at the endearment, but as usual, Eames declines to notice. Arthur is standing in front of a mirror practicing his forgeries, but thus far without much luck. Heâs supposed to be changing his appearance enough that he can keep from being recognized in a dream. At this point, if he could do more than change the color of his hair heâd be satisfied. âYou need to relax into it more, youâre too controlled.â Although Eames is meant to be helping him, heâs spent the majority of the exercise sitting in a chair walking his token over his knuckles. His appearance changes with every flip of the coin, his favorite buxom blonde to a nondescript businessman, forgery after forgery and he pulls them on line a second skin.
âOne of us has to be controlled, Mr. Eames, itâs what keeps us alive.â Eames palms the poker chip and flicks his glance up towards Arthur, âNot ready to forgive me for that Belgium job yet, are you?â Arthur meets his gaze in the mirror. âNot as such. No.â âIt isnât good to hold on to these things Arthur, they give you indigestion.â âIâll thank you to stay out of my digestive system, Mr. Eames.â âArthur, Arthur, Arthur. Canât we at least have a little fun together?â âIâve learned to be wary of fun with you, Mr. Eames, as it often leads to my being shot at.â âDarling, that is the fun.â Eames rises from the chair and saunters over to the mirror where Arthur is trying to force his nose into a different shape through sheer willpower. Suddenly, Arthur is looking two of his reflections instead of just one. Eamesâ version of his visage though, is not quite the same as the true one. Arthur realizes that while it is his face, itâs a much younger one. The cheeks are fuller and the brow more youthful.
âWhere did you find my high school yearbook photo?â Arthurâs own face grins back at him, but the mischievous glint is all Eames. âNot that, dear Arthur, would be telling.â âIf youâd care to start bringing up embarrassing pasts, Mr. Eames, Iâd be more than happy to oblige.â Just that quickly, Eamesâ face is his own again. âAlright pet, Iâll play nice shall I? Why donât you show me some of those fancy new fighting techniques youâve been peacocking about lately?â Arthur inclines his head, accepting the truce and slides easily into a fighting stance. Eames adopts a similar pose before quirking an eyebrow and raising a hand towards Arthur. Arthur doesnât even wait for the Samuel L. Jackson impression to finish before heâs attacking Eames, a quick feint to the left followed by a sweeping kick to the right. Eames doesnât fall for the feint and takes a step back to avoid the kick, but heâs not fast enough to block the punch that ends the combination. Eames looks up at Arthur from where heâs landed and says, âGenerally teaching involves less hitting, Iâm told.â Then he sweeps a leg out and catches Arthur behind the knees, knocking him flat so that heâs splayed out next to Eames. Eames rolls slightly so that he can meet Arthurâs eyes. âMuch better, now weâre on equal footing again.â âWeâre not on any footing, Eames.â Eames rolls his eyes in what Arthur has come to recognize as a fond way before ducking his head towards Arthur, their lips ghosting together. Arthur sucks in a breath. They havenât done this since. Since the airport in Los Angeles, after the Fischer job. To be more specific, since Eamesâ  hotel room after the Fischer job. When Arthur could finally relax, having gotten Cobb safely back to his children, Ariadne through her first true dream experience, Saito pulled back from beyond the grave. It had been easy then, to let Eames herd him into the hotel room, to take off his shoes and belt and push him onto the bed, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand. To let someone else be in charge.
âArthur,â Eames chides him gently, âwhere did you go?â He lips gently at Arthurâs chin, his jaw. Arthur flushes slightly. âSorry,â he mutters. âJustâŠâ âYes, love, I know. But letâs just be here for a bit, hmm? Itâs rather nice here.â Eames illustrates his point by wrapping an arm around Arthurâs waist a sliding Arthur atop him. Arthur lets him because. Well because Eames is right, it is nice here, and nice is not something he allows himself very often. He canât even bring himself to reprimand Eames for pet name this time. Eamesâ mouth finds his again, a real kiss this time. Itâs firm, but with just enough of a bite to remind Arthur that Eames knows when he begins to wander. Mouths and hands begin to roam, and itâs good, itâs comfortable. Arthur lets his hands drift down to Eamesâ waist, fingers brushing against the button of his pants. He flicks the button open, and then begins to slide his hand inside. As his fingers slip further, further inside he encounters evidence of EamesâŠinterest in the proceedings.
I canât, Arthur thinks to himself. I shouldnât.Â
âMustnât be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.â
I did.
âOh, Arthur.â Arthur hides his smile against Eamesâ chest. âOh how could you? Iâm wounded, Iâm dying. Thatâs it, that was the final blow.â Eamesâ face is mask of comic horror, one hand flung dramatically up to his forehead. âDo you think you might find it in yourself to survive, somehow? Maybe if I do this?â Arthur wontâ admit to learning that particular move in the dorm rooms of his prep school, but as Eamesâ face goes slack, he does send a silent thank you to his roommate. âMmm Arthur yes, your hands.â Arthur chuckles, and is just leaning forward to brace himself and get a better angle when he hears the  opening strains of Non, je nen regretted rien. He presses a swift kiss to Eamesâ lips. âTimeâs up.â
He draws in a breath and opens his eyes back in the warehouse, laying in the same lawn chair heâs dragged from job to job for years. His meets Eamesâ gaze and raises a questioning eyebrow. Eames dips his head in response, gaining a quizzical look from Yusef, who is tinkering with a new formula. In sync, they raise from their chairs, pulling the cannulas out of their arms and packing away the PASIV. As they walk out of the warehouse, Eamesâ fingers brush briefly over Arthurâs palm, and Arthur allows a grin to spread over his face as they turn up the street that will bring them back to Eamesâ flat.
Perhaps he will dream a little bigger.
my sister and i live texted teen wolf last night
me: the opening sequence is terrible im so jazzed for this
me: wondertwin powers, activate!
allykittens: right??
me: excuse me what the bloody fuck did they just wondertwin into??
allykittens: SUPERALPHA!
me: since when are they 18?
allykittens: well if they were 15/16 in the first season...
me: what did he THINK would happen if he got a tattoo? dumbass
me: seriously? london? and american werewolf in london? lame. laaaaaaame
allykittens: fuuuuuuunny
me: they FORGOT IT WAS THE FULL MOON??
allykittens: they all have their anchors so it doesnt matter. or something.
me: -_-
me: the twins have squishy faces
allykittens: they DO have squishy faces!
me: it bothers me almost as much as scotts face. his face is a banana
allykittens: i am a BANANA
me: derek! yay!
allykittens: yay derek!
me: have i mentioned how stupid this show is?
allykittens: its terrible. thats why we love it.
me: "open wound"... his relationship with allison? GAG
allykittens: i told you! tyler is an adorable idiot
me: DEREK TOUCHED STILES
allykittens: did you see HOW he touched him? and how stiles just went with it??
me: LOVE TRUE LOVE
me: everything is so... (dont say it dont say it dont-) ephemeral (NOOOOOO)
allykittens: ahahahaha
allykittens: how is deaucalion blind?
me: uhhh him being blind can either mean hes a prophet, or blind justice. or maybe they just wanted to make a more politically correct cast?
allykittens: wellll they did add another black chick... but physically, why didnt he heal?
me: maybe he was born blind? maybe it was part of the alpha among alphas ritual? maybe he gained super special awesome powers in exchange for blindness?