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Favorite Movies: Inception (2010)
“Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.”
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“I swear to god, Steve, I will drop the PASIV out of this fucking window if you don’t tell me RIGHT NOW why you thought taking this goddamn job was a good idea, what with Bucky running around our heads trying to shoot us out of our dreams.”
“Can’t you feel it, Clint? You’re antsy. We’re all antsy. We’ve been the best dreamshare team there is out there since Cobb’s disbanded, and we haven’t gone under in over a year.”
Avengers Inception AU → wherein Thor of Odin Corp. hires Steve Rogers’ elite dreamsharing team to perform inception on his brother, Loki, and a shade of their ex-resident thief Bucky (who was killed when the team’s last job went horribly wrong) tries his best to sabotage it.
Or: Steve extracts, Tony builds, Clint runs point, Natasha’s a master of impersonation, Bruce concocts, Thor’s a tourist, and things happen.
WHY CAN’T I FIND ANYTHING LIKE THIS ANYWHERE
THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE INCEPTION AUS. I APPROVE OF ALL OF THEM.
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“Rome suits you well.”
She knew this voice. She heard it before yelling, crying, whispering, laughing, begging… The shiny badges on his heart and the forage cap under his arm were the first things her eyes noticed ; and then, the whole uniform. Why, for God’s sake, was he dressed like that?
It has been 8 months since they saw each other for the last time. 8 months since the Fischer’s job. 8 months since that night in Los Angeles… “I’ve missed you.” he added.
She smiled softly and looked away, feeling his stare on the nape of her bare neck.awful english is awful, sorry :P
“Are you working?” He asked quickly, seeing the colour flare under her skin as her memories flooded with impressions of warm skin, smooth, pomaded hair; teeth, lips and overlapping limbs (and his too; as if he could forget, sweat dampened baby curls of hair stuck to her forehead, her voice hot in his ear; oh God; those beautiful hands.) “Yes,” she smiled, “but I guess you knew that, right? Would you like some coffee?” She added, nodding to the vacant seat across from her. He held her gaze for ten, maybe fifteen seconds, trying to read her eyes: He saw a sparkle of amusement, the relaxed lines of a pretty, happy woman and maybe, just a hint, of the fire he’d embraced eight months ago.
“Sure,” he put his cap down and drew out the chair. “After all, I expect you’re wondering what the uniform is all about.”
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I’M TINGLING IN PLACES OH GAWD CHRISTOPHER NOOOOLAAAAN
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They can’t hold them off for much longer as shots ring throughout the warehouse, the voices growing louder and footsteps closing in on them. There is the slide of cool metal that rests in her palm, weighing heavily in her hand where it felt foreign but familiar to her as she slides her gaze over to meet his. She is scared, scared of the possibility that they might not make it out alive, or worse only one of them would. She doesn’t speak any of this out loud, doesn’t need to as they share nothing except silent words, knowing that their time has run out.
The doors are thrown open and bullets rain, and when the dust settles there are men pooling into the room with their guns pointed and at the ready. “Run!” Hisses in her ear pushing her forward and causing her to stumble. “Get out of here!”
She wants to tell him that she can’t, she can’t leave him here, not like this, not when he needs her. She hears herself call a warning out to him, feeling her hands fly up and press down on the trigger. She watches the man she has never known, nor ever will as he collapses to the floor in a pool of crimson and chokes on his own blood. She thinks about how that could have been him, how it could have been her, how it was neither of them, but most importantly she thinks: he can not die.
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I basically did reblog this for the Troys of the world.
I know your mind, girl. You’re being incepted RIGHT NOW.
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Photo reblogged from Vicky with 34 notes
I basically did reblog this for the Troys of the world.
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