The Drop | NY Premiere (Sept 8)

At the NYC premiere of THE DROP star Tom Hardy says he really doesn’t have a method to his acting and he’s constantly thinking what’s for lunch. The English actor is also joking about his “bad” Brooklyn accent in THE DROP. Watch Justine Browning’s interview with the eclectic actor.

Interview (video)

I’ve posted the two last photos before, here

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#Tom Hardy gives good face

#My King

#Sweet angel face boo boo bear

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Another age!kink prompt. When Eames meets Arthur for the first time Arthur is a kid (7/8 years) and Eames is in his early twenties. They are neighbors. A bit later Eames moves out and forgets about this sweet little kid. Ten years later they meet again and Arthur is not a kid anymore, he is a very handsome young man. Porn happens :D


When Eames was in his twenties, he lived in his parent’s house and next door to him lived the Cohen’s. The Cohen’s had a little boy named Arthur who at the time was about seven or eight.

He was a smart little boy, clever and brilliant as well as adorable. Whenever Eames saw him, he was impressed by how smart Arthur was, impressed with Arthur’s school projects he was doing, with his violin lessons or anything else Arthur might be doing.

He felt that bad Arthur was an only child, his parents busy most times expect for certain activites, so Eames didn’t mind taking a few minutes out of his day to sit on his porch and listen to whatever Arthur was doing at the time.

When Eames finally got his life in order, he moved out and went to start his life, moving on and forgetting all about the little boy next door.
By the time Eames returned home for a visit, he had completely forgotten how long it had been or about his little neighbor and was just glad to see his parents. He was older now, he felt settled and he felt he accomplished a lot in the few years he had been away from home. He took his parents out to dinner one night and when they returned, Eames was surprised to see a teenager getting out of car in the driveway next to his parent’s. Everyone got out of the car and as Eames’ mother did, she waved to the teenager and smiled.

"Hello, Arthur dear."

Eames’ head looked over at the boy, now tall and lean, hair trim but curling and messy, glasses on his lovely face. Arthur…he remembered Arthur suddenly - the little boy who use to play next door now grown up.
Arthur waved in return and paused when he saw Eames. Eames smiled a little and sent his parents ahead as he met Arthur in the middle.

"Why, little Arthur Cohen. Look at you."

"Wow…Eames. It’s been a really long time."

"It has."

Arthur smiled a bit at him.

"How old are you now?"


"Geez. You make me feel so old."

"You’re not that much older than me."

They smiled at each other and Arthur adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"How long are you in town for?"

"Just the weekend, visiting my parents."

"Oh…you live far from here?"

"A bit. Are you busy tomorrow? We should hang out."

"I’d like that."

The next day, Eames picked Arthur up for lunch. They talked and caught up, Eames telling him what he had been up to career wise, Arthur getting ready to go to school in the fall. He was working a part job for the time being but that was it.

"I can’t believe how much you’ve grown."

They sat in Eames’ car as the night began to settle over the neighborhood. They had, had a wonderful day, lost time over lunch, then coffee and by the time Eames suggested going back home, it was already getting dark. Arthur smiled, his hair better tamed now, no glasses and better jeans and a shirt on. Eames himself was more casual in jeans and a thin tshirt.

Arthur had grown from an adorable little boy to a beautiful young man, baby fat dropped away to reveal a slender face with dimples marking his smile, his eyes almond shaped and crowned with dark lashes, his mouth a perfect cupid bow. Eames’ eyes traveled down to his slender, lean arms, well tapered fingers and delicate wrists.

"Do you still play violin?"

"Yes, but I’m not that good."

"I doubt that."

They looked at each other in the dark, the streetlight being their only source of light, Arthur leaned against the seat as he sighed and said,

"I wish you didn’t have to leave."

"I’m starting to regret having to go."

Arthur blushed a little before biting his bottom lip.

"Are you seeing anyone right now?"

Eames looked at him with a smile, his hand reaching over to touch his bare arm.

"No. How about you?"

"No. Hey…would it be weird if…nevermind."

"What? Tell me."

"I was wondering…if it would be weird that…that I always liked you."

"No, it’s not weird."

Eames pulled Arthur a little closer, relieved that Arthur met him halfway as he kissed him. They kissed for moments at a time, gradually escalating to deeper, more intense kissing, Arthur nearly climbing over to settle himself in Eames’ lap. When they broke away for air, the windows fogged up, Arthur clung to Eames’ shirt and sighed.

"I really want you."

Eames smiled, kissing him again, cupping Arthur’s face.

"As ridiculous as I feel saying it considering I’m a grown man, we can go to my parent’s house. I’m staying downstairs in the basement."

Arthur’s smile was all the answer he needed.

They fucked quietly, Eames kissing Arthur to keep him quiet, loving when Arthur could hardly keep the sounds to himself. While he had some experience under his belt, he was still a virgin - though dying to get rid of that as soon as possible, pleased that it had been Eames to help with that. Eames rolled his hips against him, his arms keeping Arthur close to him as he kissed him, hearing the gasps and moans that left Arthur’s lips, feeling his legs shaking at his sides as they tensed to pull Eames back inside him. Arthur moaned, nipping at Eames’ bottom lip, both of them making the pull out sofa bed creak ever so slightly with every thrust.

"Eames, Eames…oh God…"

He moaned against Eames’ throat as Eames moved, pushing as deeply as he could inside of Arthur’s willing body.

"Fuck…you’re amazing…you feel so good…"

Arthur blushed, his hold on Eames’ arms tightening as he shuttered, his back arching up to take Eames more.


Eames leaned down, pressing his mouth to Arthur’s moving faster and faster until Arthur cried out, his mouth particially smothered as he came between their bodies. Eames’ rhythm was frantic and thrown off and when Arthur tightened up around his dick, Eames came. He heard Arthur’s shaky gasp, feeling Eames come though he wore a condom.
When he pulled out and laid beside him, Arthur turned to him, kissing his shoulder, feeling Eames’ heavy arm drape over him. They kissed again and again, Arthur smiling at him in between.

In the morning, Arthur left, sneaking back into his own house and Eames resumed his visit with his parents as if nothing had happened.

Before he left to go back to his life, they exchanged phone numbers and Arthur looked at him with a bit of a sad face.

"What’s wrong?"

"I just…I’m scared you won’t really call me. You’ll brush me off as a dumb little kid that was easy enough to fuck."

"No. Never. I’ll call you as soon as I get home. You’ll be going to school soon…we can work this out. Yeah?"

Arthur nodded, a small smile now appearing as they hugged, Eames kissing his temple as he sighed.

"I regret ever leaving you in my past."

Arthur’s grip tightened.

"Don’t worry, darling. I won’t leave you there again."

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On the desk #copic #copicart #wip #inception #tomhardy #jgl #leodecaprio #art


On the desk #copic #copicart #wip #inception #tomhardy #jgl #leodecaprio #art

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#Dom Cobb






Just when you thought you’d seen everything there was to see Inception-wise… Some never before seen props in the top photo created for Inception by design agency Unit 7b — Dom Cobb’s passport, and Robert Fischer’s UK visa page and NY/NSW driver licenses. They never made it into the film, but Robert Fischer’s passport page in the second photo, also created by Unit 7b, appeared briefly at the start of the Sydney to LA flight.

Happy 41st Birthday Robert Michael Fischer! (b. September 17, 1973)

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#Dom Cobb

#Robert Fischer







*Blushes* You're mine. You're my Eames, my Liam, my husband and no one else can ever have you. When we were packing up in the old house, i found a picture of you when you were younger. I carry it with me in my wallet everyday. Because that boy in the photograph is mine, and i am his. - Arthur

That’s right. *I smile, kissing your face more, feeling you smile, putting your arms around me.* I never take off your dog tags either. I feel naked without them. I carry you with me everywhere I go. *You get closer to me, hiding your face in my neck.* God, I love you…I love you so much. I’ll keep saying it until it sinks into your stubborn little mind. - Eames


#Arthur Anon


Not a perfect soldier, but a good man.

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#Chris Evans

#Steve Rogers

#Captain America


Sequel to mpreg Arthur, Eames is so excited to have a son but Arthur delivers a daughter...

I love sequels.

The night Arthur went into labor, Eames was half asleep, steadying his book on his chest as his eyes got heavy. Suddenly he heard Arthur making a noise of discomfort and he sat up, throwing the blankets and sheets off him as he held his stomach with one hand. Eames woke up then, sitting up and looking at him, his instinct to protect already kicking into high gear.

"Arthur, what’s the matter? Are you ok?"

Arthur looked at him, looking a little upset as he said,

"I think I’m going into labor…"

Eames practically jumped out of bed as he said,

"Ok, ok…stay calm. How far apart are the contractions?"

"A few minutes…"


"They started after dinner…I thought it was just indigestion."


"I thought it was indigestion!"

Eames sighed as he quickly got dressed and then helped Arthur get his sweats on before helping him out the door, grabbing his over night bag on the way.

Eames stood in the delivery room holding Arthur’s hand as he pressed a towel to his forehead, the surgical curtain blocking their view as the C-section was performed. Eames smiled at him, holding Arthur’s hand with his free hand as he whispered encouragement to him.

"You’re doing fine."

Arthur looked a little nervous and he worried until the first piercing cries of an infant were heard. 

"See, he’s fine! He’s here…our boy is here."

The doctor held up the baby for Arthur to see as he announced,

"It’s a girl!"

Eames was stunned.

"A girl?"

The doctor nodded and then passed the baby to the nurses as Arthur smiled, his head turning towards Eames.

"A little girl…"

"I thought we would have a boy…"


Arthur looked up at him, his eyes glassy and Eames shushed him, trying not to stress him out.

When Arthur was in recovery, their baby was brought to them. Eames took her out of the crib and held her, bringing her over to Arthur. Arthur looked at her, running his hands over her pudgy cheek as he smiled.

"Are you upset?"

Eames looked at him and then back down at their daughter.

"No, I was just surprised. I was so certain we’d have a boy. So certain that I convinced myself it was happening. It was a surprise to hear about our girl. But not disappointment."

Arthur smiled a little, still weak from surgery so he couldn’t hold her right away but he had a feeling Eames wouldn’t give her up anyway, the way he cradled her and brought her close to his lips to kiss her face, smiling stupidly when she made happy gurgles and smiled. Arthur yawned and Eames turned to him and said,

"Get some sleep, pet. I got her."

Arthur nodded, his eyes closing as he dozed off, listening to Eames hum and whisper softly to their new daughter.











Because i keep fucking up. I can't put how i feel into words half the time and then the other half i'm coming across as rude and cold. *Sighs* I can't put into words how much you and Pickle mean to me. - Arthur

*I take your cigarette, most of it burned out anyway and pick you up, carrying you in bridal style. I walk us to the living room, I sit down on the sofa, keeping you on my lap.* You can just say what you want, however you can. The other half, you don’t have to say anything. You can always show me. *I kiss you softly, briefly and I hear you sigh a little.* Like that. And I’ll know what you mean. - Eames


#Arthur Anon


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