#oooooh my heart

[chewyhanniebug]

happy birthday to the most hopelessly fond (and slightly goofy) person in the world 💖💖💖

[orangesodapoparts]

Jayce and Viktor as Wilson and House from hatecrimes md do you see my vision do you see it

[dangerousdan-dan]

Help, I just wanted to replay the Mass Effect ending to take some screenshots but I ended up crying again

[shiroselia]

Just finished the first light novel volume.

I think I have vocivd.

[hazzybat]

For a love finally revealed

[3416]

oh.......

[v01dfeathers]

why the fuck do I even try ✨

[queenofbaws]

Prompt that came to me that immediately made me think of you: Hawke was left in the fade....Varric is (possibly) an advisor for Rook, in their base, which is in the fade.....(Spider-Man pointing meme at author's discretion)

"I'm telling you - I'm not going to sit here and pretend like I know how this place works, but what I do know is that Hawke's here...somewhere, and considering what we're about to be up against, I just think it would behoove us - "

From where she'd been poring over the rudimentary maps they'd been charting, Harding provided a quick translation: "He wants us to wander through the Fade to find his wife."

There were some snickers from the group at that, snickers which, in all honesty, only got worse when Varric jokingly raised a finger to correct her, "Hawke isn't my wife."

"Okay," Harding replied without missing a beat, her words slightly cramped by the quill she held between her teeth as she compared two maps to one another, "he wants us to wander through the Fade to find his girlfriend, which I guess is a difference important enough to merit quibbling over."

He took it in stride, brushing her off as he addressed the room again, saying, "No one does impossible odds like this better than Hawke, all right - no one! And in all honesty, I've seen how she operates, okay, and with how long she's been trapped here, she very could could be queen of the demons by now, so...think about it, mull it over, and ask yourselves this: Wouldn't life be a little easier if she was here to distract me from narrating how absolutely fucked this whole thing is?"

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[newsies-united]

barton.. barton. where are you now. the way the world moves so speedily circle circle circle like a double double cartwheel

[skylardoesthings]

I honestly need more people to talk too when it comes to IE,,,,,, but talking to people are hard,,,,,,,

[selkiesparrow]

I LOVE ONE (1) MAN

[inkykeiji]

*sighs* oh to be high school sweethearts w angsty touya…(omg not in a weird way lol)

wait actually i cannot see it. he would probably get you pregnant n then leave/disappear…

HAHAHAHA yes the closest you’d get to high school sweethearts with him would be being his extremely intense high school fling. you do drugs and hang out illegally on rooftops and stay out all night knotted between the bars of old playgrounds and go to metal shows and raves together where you share joints or shove ecstasy tablets from one tongue onto another—all through airy exhilarated giggles and sweltering breaths—and it’s fun, it’s an adventure, it’s a wild fucking ride, full of ups and downs, twists and turns: laughing so hard your face is streaked with tears and your cheeks and stomach hurt for a full day afterward; screaming matches where he tugs at his hair and sinks dirty fingernails into your biceps and leaves ugly webbed craters in drywall, knuckles oozing scarlet and coated in a fine white dust; bad trips where you cling to each other beneath the steady spray of a shower head, curled into tiny, tangled balls on the floor of the tub, and cry and cry and cry and cry, pretending that the heaving backs and shuddering ribs and fragmented gasps are merely from the acid, that the salty dewdrops you sop up with messy, spit-slicked kisses and trembling tongues is merely shower water, rolling down cheeks and necks, dripping off jaws and pooling in the dips of collarbones.

but it was never a dull moment with him.

and then he leaves, without a trace or a single word of goodbye, and you’re left with nothing but your memories and a few keepsakes—a couple of polaroids, blurred faces and heavy grain; crumpled subway tickets that read 3am; beaded friendship bracelets strung together when you were so high you barely remember making them; and maybe, just maybe, a tiny human growing inside your womb. a small little seed he planted, now rooted within you, that he never knew about, that he’ll never know about.

[shadowland]

PHIL BEING NEIL YOUNG'S ARTISTIC INSPRIATION

[hazzybat]

ooh I love your monsters AU fic!! I loved the bokris chapter and am so invested in their relationship, I haven't forgotten the "vampire who gets high on demon blood" hint in the fic notes and am so excited to see what that's all about 👀

Thank you so much! They were very insistent on their relationship lol. I originally wasn't gonna write much with them but they became important.

The high on demon blood is a fun plot point but you might have to wait a bit for it. It'll be worth it I hope!

[couldbebetterforsure]

Hi there everyone! My name is Willow and my toxic otome game player trait is that the longer it takes to unlock the route of the character I’m most interested in, the faster my motivation for playing the game plummets 😃😃😃

[thecubes]

my strong personal opinion is that ppl who use mamil whole heartedly to insult someone needs to go outside more and meet new people