This post is so dangerous because I want you to write all the things and yet cannot think of anything specific.
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HOW ABOUT MORE STORIES WHERE EAMES AND ARTHUR ARE SECRETLY MARRIED. AKA A MILLION ZILLION SQUILLION HAPPY-ENDINGS-VERSE CODAS. LIKE THE ONE WHERE THEY GO DANCING FOR SOME TOTALLY POINTLESS REASON. OR THE ONE WHERE ARTHUR'S MASSAGE SKILLS SOMEHOW COME IN USEFUL FOR A JOB (OR COBB IS LIKE, "WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT MASSAGES, ARTHUR???") OR MAYBE JUST THOUSANDS OF WORDS ABOUT HOW MUCH FUN IT IS TO WEAR A WELL-FITTING WAISTCOAT AND HOW ARTHUR LIKES EAMES TO BUTTON THEM UP FOR HIM IN THE MORNING SO HE CAN FEELING IT PRESSING GENTLY INTO HIS DIAPHRAGM ALL DAY EVEN THOUGH HE AND EAMES ARE PRETENDING TO DETEST ONE ANOTHER AT WORK. EXCEPT WHEN THEY DRIVE LIKE TWENTY BLOCKS AWAY FROM THEIR WORKPLACE IN ORDER TO HAVE LUNCH TOGETHER AND PLAY FOOTSIE UNDER THE TABLE.
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HOW ABOUT MORE STORIES WHERE EAMES AND ARTHUR ARE SECRETLY MARRIED. AKA A MILLION ZILLION SQUILLION HAPPY-ENDINGS-VERSE CODAS. LIKE THE ONE WHERE THEY GO DANCING FOR SOME TOTALLY POINTLESS REASON. OR THE ONE WHERE ARTHUR'S MASSAGE SKILLS SOMEHOW COME IN USEFUL FOR A JOB (OR COBB IS LIKE, "WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT MASSAGES, ARTHUR???") OR MAYBE JUST THOUSANDS OF WORDS ABOUT HOW MUCH FUN IT IS TO WEAR A WELL-FITTING WAISTCOAT AND HOW ARTHUR LIKES EAMES TO BUTTON THEM UP FOR HIM IN THE MORNING SO HE CAN FEELING IT PRESSING GENTLY INTO HIS DIAPHRAGM ALL DAY EVEN THOUGH HE AND EAMES ARE PRETENDING TO DETEST ONE ANOTHER AT WORK. EXCEPT WHEN THEY DRIVE LIKE TWENTY BLOCKS AWAY FROM THEIR WORKPLACE IN ORDER TO HAVE LUNCH TOGETHER AND PLAY FOOTSIE UNDER THE TABLE.