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[ There's nothing like waking up with Damon all up in your business. And in your bed.
For one groggy moment, when Elena rolls over and opens her eyes to Damon's face with her arm slung across his chest, she doesn't immediately register the situation as strange. This has happened before, after all, and she's tempted to roll over again and curl up ( Read more... ) -
ARTHUR (INCEPTION) APP FOR guysandolls
PLAYER
[journal] noblefour.
[age] 22.
[previous characters] N/A.
CHARACTER
[series] Inception.
[full name] Arthur.
[age] Unknown. Late twenties, early thirties.
[gender] Male.
[canon point] Post-movie.
[reference] The Inception Wiki.
[personality]
"Arthur. You're still working with that stick-in-the-mud ( Read more... ) -
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[ His jacket has a stain.
Eames isn't entirely sure where it's come from, only that it's bright pink and that he's going to have a hell of a time wringing it from the black fabric. He's rubbing his thumb over it, his jacket slung across his arm, as he pushes his shoulder against the wide glass door of the entrance to Saito's hotel, strolling in ( Read more... ) -
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[ He'd found Gamma, but not Omega. No sign of Tex, either ( Read more... ) -
& i can help you see the light out of your despair: you tie the rope, i'll kick the fucking chair.
[ Maine finds him accidentally.
Or, well, it's more like he stumbles upon him, literally, one gloved hand catching against the hard stone of the wall next to him as he regains his balance. The armor is instantly recognizable; Project Freelancer Agent New York, Sean, face down on the dirt and the concrete, unmoving, blood slowly pooling around him ( Read more... ) -
RED VS. BLUE ; WASH/CHURCH, WASH/EPSILON ; PG-13 -- ERROR
TITLE: Error.
FANDOM: Red vs. Blue.
PAIRINGS: NONE, REALLY. Uh. Wash/Church, Wash/Epsilon, if you squint?
RATING: PG-13.
SUMMARY/WARNING: Spoilers through Chapter 6 of Revelation. Warning for batshit!!! You know how I do.
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The pain had been white hot and blinding, dragging up her spine all the way to the muscles in her neck like a poker dipped in molten metal, but it wasn't enough to distract her away from the gut-wrenching terror that coiled in the pit of her stomach. The murky haze that blanketed itself over her vision wasn't enough to keep her from making out the ( Read more... )