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[c0exiist]

“See? That’s still great advice. When you look at it this way, it tells others to seize the moment and not let that special someone go by. Or it gives them hope that after all this time you are capable of finding the one. It’s a matter of perspective.” Tati replied with an encouraging smile. “Why thank you baby. I agree, I’m sure they’ll learn eventually.” Laughing at his comment, she pinched his cheek and said, “Whenever I’m with you, I feel like I could easily be young again.”  When Cedric confirmed he was more than certain about their choice, Tatiana’s smile widened as that was more than enough to carry out this elopement. “I can assure you my mind is made up Mr. Valois." And with that, the publicist tugged on his hands before dragging him off to the courthouse to make things official.

[ END. ]

"Yeah, well, my experience is basically 'don't wait twenty years to figure out what's right in front of you,'" Cedric laughed, his hands finding her waist as she patted his cheek. "And you're definitely not boring, that's for damn sure. Ford and Hae-Rin could learn a thing or two from us about not being complete idiots." He was still processing how she could make him feel like the smartest guy in the room and a total moron at the same time, but that was Tati for you—always keeping him on his toes, always making him want to be better than he actually was. When she pulled him in for that kiss and said his full name like that, all formal and demanding, he felt his brain short-circuit for a second because this was really happening, wasn't it? She was actually asking him to marry her right now, today, and every part of him was screaming yes before his mouth could even catch up.

"Takesie backsies? What are we, twelve?" he smirked against her lips, tasting forever and thinking how crazy it was that they'd wasted so much time dancing around this when they could've been doing this years ago. "But no, absolutely no takesie backsies. You're stuck with me permanently, Anderson, and I'm not letting you change your mind when you realize you're marrying some guy who runs an underground fight club and still eats cereal for dinner sometimes." His thumb traced her jawline as he looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but certainty there—the same certainty he'd been carrying around for years without knowing what to do with it. "So yes, let's do this. Let's go get married before either of us comes to our senses."

[platypaws]

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YES I REACHED SO HARD WITH THIS PROMPT, GET IT CUZ LIKE FIRING THE INATOR FIRE HA HAHahhahadfdhsdg *hysterical sobbing* anyway candace getting to know because of carl was not on my bingo card #[ ]">

[revival challenege masterpost]

[hecubus]

You look dumb with them glasses on. Why you even wearing 'em?

[nataliescatorccio]

YELLOWJACKETS 1.01 | 3.04

[c0exiist]

“Look at us? Learning about life through one another.” mused Catriona with a light laugh. When Sienna agreed on their cleanse, the vet nodded in agreement and began thinking of a plan on how to carry it out. “I’ll make it happen. Maybe when we take time off together, it’ll be on our bucket list.” As she thought of Lizeth and how she would be perceived by her daughter, Cat’s expression softened as she crossed the fingers on both of her hands and said, “Hopefully. She’s my everything and I just hope she understands why I made certain decisions the way I did…” She thought of Zayaan, Akash, her role among the Six families, most of her choices were done for her, to keep them afloat and be able to raise her on good conditions. 

“It’s what keeps me sane. I feel like if I’m alone with my thoughts, I’ll end up spiralling.” Reaching for Sienna’s hand, she squeezed it gently and didn’t let go, “I get it, sometimes you don’t want to feel like a burden, but you’re not. I’m with you regardless of what happens, I need you to understand that. You’re practically like family to me.” Nodding in understanding, she was on the same page as her best friend and reassured her by saying, “It’ll definitely be like a well worth it staycation. Let’s start small and work our way up…At least it’ll make us get into the habit of taking a break. The feeling is mutual Seine, you can count on me—always.” Patting the top of her hand, she then said, "Let's finish up and then let's get some fresh air, mmkays?"

[ END. ]

Her smile deepened, the warmth of Cat’s words sinking in more than she expected. “You know, I never really thought about it like that — choosing it,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s easy to get caught up in feeling like everything’s out of your hands, but you’re right. Sometimes it’s about deciding how to show up, even when the world’s throwing chaos your way.” She gave Cat a grateful nudge, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and resolve. “Fuck yeah, we do get to choose.” When Cat mentioned cleansing crystals and tarot readings, Sienna chuckled softly. “I’m with you on that. Whatever helps to bring a little light and clarity. Maybe we need to make that our next mission—cast out all this heaviness and invite some good vibes in. And honestly, a little magical thinking wouldn’t hurt right now.” She paused, then smiled wryly, “I’m sure your daughter would love that too—making a miracle happen sounds about right for a little one who probably thinks you’re some kind of superhero already.”

Sienna’s expression softened as Cat talked about the group chat and task assignments. “Leave it to you to be the one organizing everything, even with all the madness around us,” she said with admiration. Her voice grew a little quieter, more vulnerable. “When you say you’re my main focus right now, it hits me how much I need that. Having you in my corner… it makes the whole impossible feel a little less daunting.” As Cat laid out the plans—waiting on the doctors, hoping for the best but preparing for whatever comes—Sienna felt a flicker of strength she hadn’t expected to find today. “If it’s something small and manageable, I’m definitely all for taking some time off together,” she said, the thought of a break with Cat like a distant but shining light. “But if shit does hit the fan, well… I know we’ll face it head-on. Together.” She squeezed Cat’s hand gently, steadying herself. “It means everything to me that you’re here through all of this. I don’t say it enough, but I’m so grateful for you.”

[luxmoogle]

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[loredrinker]

Trespasser Dream Slides - Fade Dreaming and Continued Connection

The Trespasser dream slides for a romanced Lavellan mark a subtle but interesting divergence in the story of Lavellan and Solas, in that not every player who romanced these two gets these slides - depending on choices.

If Lavellan ends their relationship with anger or finality, vowing to stop Solas no matter the cost, even if it means killing him - these dreams never appear. And I think that detail is brilliant. The story is using the absence of these dreams as a narrative device, one that, to me, actually reflects how the Fade responds to emotions. So when Lavellan emotionally disconnects from Solas, when she severs the bond and chooses to carry nothing of him forward, the Fade has nothing to echo and Solas never appears, honouring her choice. The absence of these dreams in this path becomes the story’s way of saying this relationship is indeed over.

But for the Lavellan who holds hope, who vows to save him from himself and his own destruction, who has expressed her love clearly to Solas - the dreams do come. This narrative path reflects the choices of a player who's decided that their bond endures.

And through these dreams, the game shows how these two people continue to affect each other, be drawn to each other even across distance and years.

The Dreams 

What keeps drawing my attention to these slides is they never confirm whose dreams they are.

“Lavellan sometimes came awake from dreams in which her lover watched her sadly from across an endless distance”

It doesn’t say her dreams, or that she dreamed of Solas, nor does it deny they may be his. And I appreciate how that ambiguity again mirrors the nature of the Fade, leaving open the possibility that these dreams belong to either of them, or to both.

The dreams could originate with Lavellan, stirred by hope and belief, with Solas drawn into them by her emotional presence in the Fade. They could originate with Solas subconsciously pulling her into his dreams, revealing his own hidden ache for her. Or it could be a mutual convergence - neither initiating, but both arriving, called into the same dreamscape by the strength of their bond. These slides allow for all of these possibilities in it's refusal to define the source.

What's interesting is that Solas is always withdrawing from them. When Lavellan reaches for him he doesn’t speak, doesn’t approach - he vanishes. It suggests that he’s not drawn to her to control or watch her possessively in dreams, but allows himself to be near her, pulling back before any contact is made.

Remember, Solas himself confessed to Lavellan she draws him away from the Fade. It's logical to assume then that she draws him in the Fade as well. Because Inquisitor Lavellan is still Fade Walking.

Lavellan - Fade Walker

What we know for certain is that the Inquisitor has demonstrated the ability to find Solas in the Fade before. In the Haven dream sequence, the Inquisitor locates him while sleeping. After they wake, Solas expresses surprise that they were able to find him and that he changed the setting to Haven once they did. At the time, it’s assumed that the Anchor is what allows the Inquisitor to remain conscious and lucid within the Fade. But that may not be entirely true, the Trespasser dream slides complicate that assumption because at that point in the story, the Anchor is gone and yet:

“Still she searched, and dreamed, and waited, for a way to change the Dread Wolf’s heart.”

The way “dreamed” is used here - alongside verbs like searched and waited - positions it as an act in itself. It implies that Lavellan isn't just sleeping, but actively entering the Fade to dream and seek.

Whether she communes with spirits, follows the traces he’s left behind, or comes across remnants of memories, we aren’t told. But the phrasing suggests that Lavellan is looking for answers, information, ways to change the Dread Wolf's heart while in the Fade. (Which continues to support my theory that the Inquisitor has been forever altered by the Anchor.)

Do the Dreams Continue?

We’re never told that the dreams end - and the use of the plural dreams reinforces the sense that the tension between Lavellan and Solas remains ongoing. Perhaps unconsciously, they return to that shared space again and again, a connection that spills forward into Veilguard.

Maybe that ongoing pull is why Lavellan receives the wolf statuette, why she can tell Rook she still loves Solas, and why Solas, close to his goal, stops to write her a letter. It even colours the way he speaks of her to Rook - “She is a good woman.” Not was or someone I once knew: she exists for him in the present because their dreams keep finding their way to each other.

For the story, eight years separate Trespasser and Veilguard. For us as players, that’s a long time - but for them, if their dreams still connect them, still reach across the Fade? That distance may not be felt at all. Time moves differently in memory, and even more so in the Fade. Their last shared dream with each other could have come the night before the ritual, close enough to stir old feelings and sharpen Solas’ need to send those final words to his vhenan.

[always-a-joyful-note]

I love how they took the theme of "not being taken seriously for her appearance" and wrote her arc around it but not her personality around it. Lily/Luoli still likes cute things, pretty things. She likes long hair! She wants to be strong. She wants to keep her hair pink. She's confident in herself and thinks it's perfectly fine, but of course she'll get angry if that's all people focus on! And she's a genius, and she's not going to sit still if people tell her to stop. She might come predisposed as cute but she ENJOYS it. And even if she has to hide her face to pursue her passion, she's not going to hide her personality and make a cute mecha suit because why not?

[c0exiist]

Shuffling in the direction of where Elisa wanted to put the couch, Desmond lifted it with ease and placed it up against the said wall that she had chosen. Setting it down, he then stood up straight and dusted his hands off as he gestured a nonchalant wave as if it wasn’t a big deal to help out. “Honestly, feel free to reach out if you need some help around here that needs a bit more muscle. I don’t mind coming in to assist.” Aside from looking after Ishika and his underground fighting gig, doing these types of favours not only provided balance, but it gave him an opportunity of being somewhat mundane in a life filled with chaos. “Sure, I can use a cup before I head out. Appreciate the offer.” He then gestured a hand for Elisa to lead the way before following after her.

[ END. ]

"Right over here, just past this corner," Elisa guided, adjusting her grip on the couch. Her arms burned from the effort, but at least they'd made it through the doorway. Moving furniture solo ranked right up there with attempting to reason with three teenagers about screen time limits - technically possible but not recommended. "We can set it against this wall." Relief flooded through her muscles as they positioned the final corner. The new sectional already transformed the space, making it feel more like the cozy gathering spot she'd imagined. "Thank you so much for helping. This would've been impossible alone." A genuine smile spread across her face as she stepped back to admire their handiwork. "Can I get you some coffee? I've got this new vanilla blend that's pretty incredible. It's the least I can do."

[oh-no-its-bird]

Canonical MILF energy gender nonconforming single mom boruto Orochimaru you continue to be the funniest thing in the whole wide world to me

[mymarifae]

guys twitter dot com doesn't like when you criticize toriel's parenting decisions. don't do it

[alchemistc]

Currently upset with myself for missing the opportunity in my last fic to have Eddie make Tommy even more insane with this exchange:

"Buck's a top? That feels out of character."

"One: why do you know more about the gay experience than my boyfriend? And two, in this incredibly straight fantasy scenario you had about my boyfriend, you spent enough time thinking about it to reach the conclusion that your best friend exclusively catches? What is happening."

[c0exiist]

“Damn…” replied Desmond after hearing what Sienna had said. He was at loss for words because that was exactly how he felt all these years. No matter what he had gone through, he compartmentalized aspects of himself that he stowed away in order to protect himself from others. He lived a temporary life and so, he expected that with others and got so used to it. “When you put it that way, then yeah…It’s real to me and hopefully to her and that’s all that matters on my end.” His gaze softened as she thought about Naz and their lives here, “Yeah, the obvious choice was to protect her, but that led me to pushing her away and it was a battle of heart and mind. However, you’re right on that front, facing it together and having that open and honest communication and understanding makes it manageable and doable.” 

He flashed Sienna a warm smile and nodded in understanding, “That was all you at the end of the day. You just need a little shift in perspective.” Desmond laughed and gestured a nonchalant wave before ordering his meal, “Honestly, you’re good. Like I said, if you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. I got you." He wanted to support her no matter what, especially when she was handling it all on her own. Once his order was taken, the two continued on the night with their endless conversation and hearty meals.

[ END. ]

She let out a quiet breath, her eyes lingering on him with a softness that came from feeling seen. “It’s funny how we all wear these layers, isn’t it? Claiming to be open books, when really, some pages are always folded down or left blank.” She paused, reflecting on her own guarded moments, the weight of things unsaid. “But maybe that’s okay. Maybe the courage isn’t in being completely bare, but in showing up anyway — even when the chapters feel heavy or incomplete.” Hearing him talk about Nazli stirred something tender inside her. “She’s lucky. To have someone who doesn’t just want to protect her, but also wants her beside him — that’s real.” Sienna gave a small, knowing smile. “It’s funny, I’ve always thought the goal was to shield the people we care about from the chaos, but maybe the real goal is to face it together. Adapt to the change that’s not just inevitable, but somehow good.”

Her gaze dropped to the menu but her thoughts stayed with him for a moment longer. “You’ve given me a lot to think about today — about what it means to keep going, and about what we actually want at the end of it all.” She met his eyes again, more steady now. “I’ll take you up on that to-go meal. Hospital food doesn’t stand a chance.” She smiled softly, a quiet gratitude settling in her chest. “Thank you for pulling me out, for being here — more than just tonight. Sometimes, that’s the kind of strength we don’t even realize we need until it’s right in front of us.” And with that, she ordered a proper greasy burger along with some curly fries before opting for a strawberry milkshake.

[ryllen]

appearance wise, at least

[thejabber-talkey]

My terrible H&M jeans live to see another day! This fix: the inexplicably worn out outer seam on the right leg!

And my sketch, which better demonstrates how shredded that section of the pants seam really was.

[c0exiist]

Cynthia hummed in agreement, the woman before her did have an agenda with each decision she made. To be fair, she didn’t blame her given her affiliation and it’s not like she could slack off and come empty handed. “Of course, but everyone is capable of switching it up every now and then...Well then, I wish that winner the best of luck having to deal with whatever you conjured up.” Cyn certainly had no interest in bidding, but surely one of the families or their associates would find it to be an opportunity they cannot pass up. 

“Well your exclusivity reflects that the rich get richer, while the poor get poorer. I’m sure someone would love to use it to their advantage.” She paused as she finished up her drink and gave her empty glass to a passing server, “Of course. I’m simply an observer, you wolves sure know how to provide quite the entertainment.” Pulling out her phone, she then checked the time before unlocking it and sending a quick text to Ezra to meet with her. "It was lovely to chat with you Amara, but I have a meeting with boyfriend that I cannot pass up. Enjoy the rest of your night and look forward to hearing how the bids go. We'll catch up next time, mmkays?" And with that, the Zhang heiress did a little wave before bidding her goodbye and heading off.

[ END. ]

Amara’s lips curved as she tapped a manicured finger once against the rim of her glass, the crystal chiming softly in the lull. “Now, Cynthia,” she said with a low chuckle, “you’ve known me long enough to realize I never offer anything without knowing exactly how it’ll ripple.”

She took a slow sip, eyes scanning the room—not to admire, but to assess. “A good deed?” she echoed, amusement laced through her tone. “Let’s not dress it up too kindly. I’m not handing out salvation and opportunity - something left for the winner to discern for themselves.” Her gaze cut back to Cynthia, sharper now, but still laced with that almost conspiratorial warmth. “You’re right, of course. Satisfaction’s a myth—especially here in a place filled with wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Amara leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough for the moment to feel shared. “Exclusivity feeds the hunger. And me?” Her smirk was slow, deliberate. “I just decide who gets a taste… and who stays watching from the glass.” She clinked her glass lightly against Cynthia’s. “But I do appreciate your toast. It’s nice to know someone’s paying attention.”