#also tbf. i did laugh out loud several times

[gloriousmonsters]

the hunt (2020) is 2/3 of a goofy gory extremely-shallowly-political-sorta horror movie stapled to a third act that turns it into a weird kind of genius. actually putting in a cut for spoilers bc it is best Experienced, but

like it's going along like haha heads blowing up people saying recognizable conservative and liberal buzzwords and it's really all people believing what they want to believe and using different justifications for what they'd be doing anyway, right? it's just... just...

...what if in the end, it just came down to two women whose real motivation, whose driving force, is simply rage, is simply the animal desire to kill, the need to take all this uncivilized visceral hunger for violence and put it somewhere, find a worthy opponent to exhaust it on, a real fight with life on the line? what then? what if they ripped apart the facade of a perfect upscale kitchen as they beat the shit out of each other, drawing blood and grappling each other in paradoxical intimacy? what if I impaled you on the double-edged blade that you impaled me with? and we were both girls? and what if you hissed, elated, "I got you," and I, blood on my mouth, whispered back, "I got you too."? what if, in the end, this isn't about winning because you have the right beliefs--it's about who's alive and who's dead. and i lived. and i ate your fucking lunch and took your clothes and your shoes and your dog and your private plane, because I won. because in the end this is actually just about animal hungers, violence and violent intimacy, the sheer primal pleasure of winning. also i chugged your 1mil champagne and fucked a stewardess

[broodwoof]

Happy Friday! For DADWC, how about "severely wounded during battle" for Varric/Solas? 👀

okay so this is a post-trespasser fic that’s very loosely inspired by a scene from the missing (which tbf i have Not read). shouldn’t spoil anything tho. working off the idea of a slowly developing relationship for them that hasn't quite become established yet @dadrunkwriting 698 words cws: gut wound; enemy death; no other character death

Shit. How’d he always end up in these messes? His hand was pressed against the hole in his gut and he was just… wishing that Cassandra had come with him. She’d needed to look after the new Seekers, though. He understood. It was selfish to want her to drop everything, but he rather thought he was allowed to be selfish in the privacy of his own mind while he was dying.

Not really the way he thought he’d end up going, either. Solas might have killed him, but this? Some random Venatori? This was just a sad way to go.

The Venatori was dead. It was a cold comfort, but he supposed there was some small pride to be had in that. The man had run Varric through, but Bianca had cored right through him. Fuck. Bianca. He supposed he should try to destroy the crossbow, wary of letting it fall into enemy hands, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Partly because he was exhausted on account of bleeding out, sure, but also because he couldn’t.

It didn’t hurt much, at least. He knew it should and it scared him that it didn’t, but at the same time he was grateful. If he had to go, at least he could go with some kind of peace.

He heard something and opened his eyes – when had they closed? – blearily watching someone approach. He figured it was another Venatori, but the armor didn’t quite make sense. But he couldn’t focus enough to figure out who it was, not until he crouched in front of him.

Bald, pointy ears, a gentle expression… “Solas?” He rasped, the other man smiling faintly and nodding.

“Shush, my friend.” He wanted to question that, wanted to protest. Who was Solas to be calling him friend, after having abandoned them all? But he didn’t have the strength to argue. Besides, it was kind of… nice. “Let me take care of you.” Sure, that sounded good.

Things were blurry, then, and if asked he wouldn’t have been able to say how much time had passed. All he knew was that he eventually opened his eyes and saw Solas seated cross-legged before him, looking somewhat drained but otherwise normal. Aside from his fucking armor. What kind of mage wore shit like that?

It took Varric too long to realize that his hand had been moved aside, that the hole in him had been patched. It still ached horribly, but it wasn’t bleeding anymore. “Am I…?”

“Going to live?” Solas finished for him, with that same, gentle smile. “Yes, Varric. You’ll go on to write many more books.”

“Hey, Solas?” The other man made a low, encouraging noise. “What the fuck?” For a moment there was absolute silence, then Solas laughed, bright and loud. Clearly Varric had startled him, but Solas had startled him right back. Shit. “Gonna give me a heart attack after all your work…” he grumbled, but he was smiling as Solas’ laughter slowly subsided. Eventually the other man settled down, his countenance becoming a little more somber.

“I can’t answer your questions, my friend.”

“I know,” he said, and he did. He knew how this was going to go. And he wasn’t really in any position to prevent it. “You’ll leave again, won’t you?” Solas nodded.

“And you need to stop pursuing me,” he insisted. “It’s too dangerous.” Varric snorted.

“Like letting you tear the world apart is safer? Sorry, Chuckles, but you’re stuck with me.” Solas sighed and Varric grinned, but he didn’t feel it. “Did you really think I’d just pack up and go home?”

“One must have hope…” he trailed off, apparently unable to keep up the back and forth. Or unwilling. “I do not wish for you to die, Varric. You should go back to Kirkwall, live your life in full. Stop pursuing me.”

“Not a chance.” Solas stared at him for long moments, then sighed again before rising.

“You’re healed enough. Rest for the day, you’ll be safe here. And please, reconsider. You will gain nothing by following me.” With that, he turned and left.

As soon as his footsteps faded, Varric levered himself upright with a grunt and followed.

[i-need-air]

hello!! 💘 i hope im not too late for matchups haha, no male villains is all i ask 😋, i am super outgoing and loud but im super introverted (not shy i just like being alone sometimes, although i do have severe anxiety) i have severe ptsd so i have a hard time handling loud noises and people yelling at me cuz it triggers my ptsd really bad, i love music and singing bc im rly good at singing (metzo-soprano babeyyy) 😊 and i love cooking!!! cooking is so nice for me and i enjoy cooking for my friends and family. im super loyal and laid back but I'm easy to upset (i cry easy LOL) and im very direct with what im thinking. im quick to judging people and im easily pissed off (even if i dont verbally state it since im not big on causing conflict) im super goofy and i love seeing people laugh and being happy, im a bit selfish at times but i love sharing stuff with the people i love in my life, im very affectionate both verbally and affectionately. im SUPER eccentric and weird but at this point idc about what ppl think of me being weird n goofy cuz if im self I'll attract ppl who like me for me. i hope this is enough info!!! i hope u have a happy valentines day and a good week 😊❤️

Wait, so male villains or no male or villains? I assumed it's the first one and tbf, I wouldn't have given you a villain anyway. Someone calm and supportive is what you deserve by your side 💕 I feel Shouto is great for you~ [if I'm wrong then Momo but I hope I did read correctly 😭]

Shouto:

× You sound so bubbly and nice, meanwhile Shouto is the calm presence by your side throughout all. You'll always put a smile on his face and at first he won't even realize he does it! It's so cute bc someone will point it out and he's gonna realize it like ✨oh✨

× He does not raise his voice, special at you. Like, he does get angry but you have to really big time 100% piss him off and you wouldn't be able to do that bc he loves you. Arguments, if they are to happen, are very calm and more focused on communicating the issue at hand. You're safe with him 🥺

× Enjoys listening to you sing. So, so much. Also, cooking is an adventure but he will quality time as a form of affection and will definitely try to be a helper in the kitchen. You gotta accept he has some limits 💀 but he will trust so so much to try any warm dish you give him. Yeah, that much trust.

× Always has your back, in good and bad equally. Doesn't like when someone goes against you and will de-escalate any situation Todoroki-style just for you.

× Shouto will like you for you. He isn't one to care about family, looks, prestige, money, status, quirk. He likes you and chooses his own destiny with you. He just hopes you chose him back.