#thx for this message like my brain is exploding and i love it

[treviso-nights]

I believe that Solas was the brain of the rebellion, whilst Felassan was its heart. Solas was an ideologue (Anaris calls him that) who had this vision of personal freedom, he must have shared this with Felassan, who probably was taken by this idea and gathered people to their cause putting Solas as figurehead due to his power rivaling this of Evanuris. We see that it's Felassan who actually ran Dread Wolf's "PR campaign" because Solas is not a team player when he's in charge.

Felassan felt closer to the people. He could understand them better, whereas Solas, despite his best intentions was always one step higher from the start because of the mere fact of being Mythal's second from the moment he took a body.

There's this one entry "On the life in the Lighthouse" describing one of Solas's war councils, it concludes:

"Finally, a heated conversation silhouetted against glass with quick shadows darting behind it The argument ends with a wordless but unmistakable impression: "You summoned them: you feed them."

I think this is actually Solas talking to Felassan.

this is a beautiful analogy! i love the idea of solas and felassan each embodying a really specific role (beyond the original ideal solas encompassed) during the rebellion, not only because it's poetic af but i also think it puts things into perspective. it is fascinating for me to have solas be confirmed as a (once, but no longer) spirit of wisdom, but then for us in the regret-memories to watch that ideal be so completely removed from the emotional/personal application a revolution requires.

like, what is a mind without a heart? what is wisdom without a soul to carry it? what even are the archetypes of acumen/insight/foresight when the vision you're pursuing (and recruiting others to pursue) relies on the lives/wills of non-spirit, flesh & blood beings? and THEN if some ideals are inherently neutral in nature, such as wisdom (though i guess i could also argue that it's Good bc it's technically a 'virtue'), how does that affect the world around them when they are no longer just that ideal? i think the being part in all of this is key, too. solas is a lot of things, but the tragic part for me is that he could've been so much more than just the archetype of corrupted! wisdom. from what we know about spirits being corrupted into demons by others who use them inappropriately (even if it's unwillingly) cole's personal quest in dai already showed us: it is excruciating for a spirit to accept that their nature has changed and therefore requires a new kind of 'embodiment'. but, it's possible. you just cannot get there without that acceptance, and then the subsequent integration.

(but, tbh, i do like solas's character as it is because i think he's so bizarre and consistently inconsistent with his alignment.)

all of this to say!!! -> i love love love what you wrote here and i'll think some more on it. "... because solas is not a team player when he's in charge." YES! and i love that about him! bc what the shit!! i want to punch him in the face! there is so much here to consider!

[sunflowersteves]

say it again || s.r.

summary || steve finally gets the guts to tell you he loves you.

author’s note || I’m working on my series n all but like… I JUST NEEDED SOME STEVE FLUFF THX. I’m also working on a couple of requests so hopefully by the end of this weekend I’ll have some of the series chapters completed. Hope you all enjoy this pure fluff!

warnings || fluff, swearing, references of sex, suggestive language

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The sunlight fluttered into the room, escaping the confinements of the curtains. The room was silent, only discovered by the soft sound of your and Steve’s breathing. Your naked bodies were latched onto one another. Sitting on your sides, Steve’s broad chest was facing you and his legs were entangled with yours. His muscular arms were wrapped securely around you. 

Steve had been awake for quite a while, tracing patterns on your hip and just watching you sleep contently. You had been dating for three months, which had been absolutely pure heaven to him. This was the first time you both had sex and Steve wished he made a move sooner but he wanted to take things slow with you. He wanted to make sure that he wasn’t pressuring you into anything you didn’t want to do. 

He also wanted to make sure that you were 100% okay with being with someone that may not make it home or come home beaten and battered. Nevertheless, you persisted that you would always take care of him. Always. 

“You know, staring is quite rude.” Steve broke out into a radiant smile and paused his movements on your hip. “Can’t help it, doll. Jus’ too pretty.” You shy away from his words and he laughs, cupping your face in his hands so he can see the bashful expression on your face. You giggled as he pressed soft kisses to your lips.

He then pulled away, just staring at you with an unreadable expression. You caress his beard with your fingertips. “Last night was pretty incredible.” He nodded, smiling at the actions that occurred last night. “Yeah, you scream rather loud.” Your bubbly laugh filled the room but Steve didn’t miss the initial glare that was sent his way. “Whatever, you loved it.” “psh.. Me?” You wacked his chest but smirked at your next words. “What... Daddy, you didn’t like it?” His head snapped in your direction, gruff voice and darkened eyes making your cunt ache. “Babydoll…” You smile coyly, about to meet your lips with his when you immediately get out of the bed, run into the bathroom, and start the shower. 

Steve just groaned, semi-hard, at your little antics. “Babe!” He whined as he trotted to the bathroom, getting in with you. You’re already completely soaked with your head under the shower when Steve steps in. He watched you reach for the shampoo bottle but immediately stops you. “Let me.” He squirts some in his hand and starts lathering. You moan in delight as Steve messages your head, working in the shampoo. After he continues his work and you stand there in ecstasy. He lightly moves you under the water.

You pout when he takes some of his own shampoos and lathers his own hair. He chuckles at your upset state and turns around, allowing you to lather up his hair. He hums in content but is followed by confusion when you stop. All he could hear was your snickers.

“What?” You continue your laughter and Steve feels his head, noticing you put it up in a soapy mohawk. He laughs at your demeanor. 

“God, I love you.” You and Steve just stare at each other wide-eyed. Steve’s brain was about to explode after each second that you didn’t respond. “I-I… uh... I didn’t mean it?” He cringed as that came out as a question. You slowly stand up on your tippy-toes, meeting his lips. The kiss was soft and delicate like a feather floating in the air. 

His arms wrapped around you, feeling the warmth of his hot body, and you buried your hands into his wet hair. Steve backed you up against the shower wall, pressing his immense body against yours. You opened your lips, allowing Steve’s tongue to work your mouth. The bristles of his beard scratched against the softness of your cheeks. 

Before getting too carried away, you pull back. Steve pushed back a bit, still highly worried by what he had said earlier. However, that kiss made him have a tiny bit of hope. “I love you too, dork.” He smiled dazzlingly, interlocking your lips once again. “Say it again.” “I love you.” 

“Again.” You giggled, whispering against his lips. “I love you.”

[iammarylastar]

7. Hurricane.

Another day driving to the safe house. Jack was all but safe. He could explode at any time. He tried to speak with Shade. He made the first step but she refused and had maintained a stubborn silence since. He could see her red eyes, circled by black lines. She must have cried and faked to sleep as much as he had. She nonetheless kept taking good care of Anna and had a few words with John.  But nothing with him. Not a word nor a glance. And it was killing him. He had made his best to give attention to Anna those last two days but he had felt like he had done all wrong.

How could he switch into a father in such a short gap? What could he do or say to bond with this cutie little girl?

She had come to him a couple of times, asking for stories or play games but he had stayed mute and blankly, ignoring which behaviour could be more appropriate.

How could he a damn father?

He has seen disappointment and sadness in Anna’s eyes each time he has failed to act like any normal human being would have done with a kid.  He could have ripped his own skin off, blaming himself to be such an idiot, he knew chatting with little ones, laughing at their jokes, tickling their chubby sides. But he was too impressed by this tiny person, knee high to a grasshopper. His daughter.

The night has fallen, Anna is asleep, her head resting on the pillow he took from their last room. If he was unable to interact with his child, he knew at least to have her safe and comfortable.

John is chitchatting with Shade, he asks for random things, she answers with yes, no or grumbles.

“He really hadn’t sent you any news from Berlin? Any? ”

“None.”

“Jack you should have given news. At least a proof of life to Shade or your family.”

“You know the rules John. Any contact with family is not allowed. Safety measures.”

“I know that. But there are ways to keep contact. I managed to stay in touch with Molly in my day.”

“I kept contact with Lucy at the beginning.” Jack barely admits.

“You… what?” Shade explodes.

“…” Jack finds nothing to answer.

“Jack, tell me you’re kidding me.” John whispers.

“Lucy was just back from her abduction! You know about it! You saved her!” He tries to explain.

“I know that! But you could have left a message for Shade.”

“I was worried about my sis! I thought Shade would wait for me. I thought she loved me!

“Fucker!” Shade bursts into tears of rage. “You kept in touch with your fucking sister and NOT WITH ME ?”

“Lucy had been abducted and almost killed by terrorists! I’m sorry to care about my family!”

“I was about to be your family! You wanted to fucking marry me ! " she cries.

"I would have asked you when I came back! But you were gone!”

“She was pregnant Jack.” John says quietly, tryinĝ to calm everyone down before they wake Anna up. “ You should have asked about her.”

‘And how the fuck was I supposed to know?“ Jack’s voice cracked in tears.

"By asking for me!!” Shade yelps between her cries.

“You’re doing it all wrong Jack.” John whispers.

“Fuck you John!” Jack violently hits the steering wheel.

He swerves the car, his sight is blurry with tears and he barely can focus on the road.

“Jack, pull over here!” John orders. “Stop that fucking car! Now !” He barks when seeing his son keeps going.

Jack slams the breaks and almost jumps out of the car. He's overwhelmed, his brain is fucking with him. Though he’s trained to endure the worst tortures, this was unsustainable. Shade. Anna. He realizes he fucked it up. Totally.

Jack screams in frustration; he needs to punch something, he needs the pain to bleed out. He grabs his head between his hands and crouches down.

“Jack.” John says, hopping out of the car. “Jack get back in the car.”

John grunts and bits back another scream.

“Get in that fucking car and take care of your girl. Stop your bullshit and fight to have your family back.”

Jack glares at his father. Who’s he to tell him what to do with his family?

“Jack. Don’t mess it up like I did. Do you want to live with regrets like me? Get into the car and talk to her. She needs a hug.”

“We’re not a hugging family John.” He retorts sharply.

“Do your best son.” John pats Jack on his shoulder.

Jack sighs, stands up to his feet and walks to the car.

“The things I’m going to do for that kid.” John proudly says. Then mumbles to himself, getting behind the wheel. “Yippi-kai-yay motherfucker.”

“Shade…” Jack whispers, shifting to sit closer to her. She lifts her eyes up to meet his. Her face is drown in tears, her makeup is flicking under her eyes, turning her beautiful features into a huge mess.

Jack wraps her in his arms, hugging her the tightest he could, rocking her against his chest.

God it feels so good to have her against him.

She buries her face in his neck and keeps blaming him.

“You left me Jack. You left and never came back. I wanted you to know your child… but I was so mad at you…” Jack cups the sides of her face and gently brushes her cheek. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He wants to kiss her so badly, he wants to get her rid of all this sorrow.

“You should have looked for me.” She grabs the collar of his shirt and clung onto him, desperately needing his touch.

“I’ve been missing you so much. Where have you been?” She lets out in a sob.

Jack kisses her forehead. Her skin under his lips throws shivers down his spine and he can’t help but kissing her again and again. He peppers kisses all over her face, his hands roaming over her neck and shoulders, then back to her face.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” he says again and again, feeling his chest is likely to explode.

Shade melts under his touch, her hands stroke his neck and quickly grab the back of his head.

“Hold me tight.” She begs him, pulling him into a searing kiss.

Their lips parting, their tongues dancing together like they were used to, their hands exploring each other’s body, quickly stroking deeper and deeper, Jack and Shade melt into each other, making up for lost time.

Jack leans over Shade as he attacks her throat, his hands pulling her impossibly closer to him, guiding her thigh up around his waist.

Glancing in the rear view mirror, curious to know where these moans and wet noises come from, John argues:

“Wait wait kids! When I said she needs a hug, I didn’t mean do porn on the back seat! Jesus there’s a kid laying there!”

Jack rolls Shade over him, his hands guiding her waist to straddle his lap. Sliding his ass down the seat, spreading his thighs open, Jack growls when Shade presses her folds on his shaft. She grinds herself on top of his jeans, literally eating his mouth. Jack combs her hair back, and pulls her in a deeper kiss. Shade can’t fight the moans that escape her throat, her wetness multiplies as Jack bucks his hips up to meet hers.

“For God sake, kids! Couldn’t you wait a minute? We’re arrived at the motel. Please get a room!” John frowns as he witness what a dad doesn’t want to. Though it makes him happy to see those two finally make up, he’d rather run away before he sees too much.

Still kissing passionately, Jack and Shade extend their arms towards John and flip the bird at the same time. And resume their strokes.

“OK. I got it. Come on old man, save that little girl from the hugest nightmare ever.” John hops from the driver’s seat and walks to the back of the car to pick up the sleeping little girl. “Let’s go to bed princess. Your mom and dad obviously need privacy to ‘talk’. I hope you always wanted a baby brother because another McClane is in progress.”

He kicks the back door shut with his hip and can’t help but smirking. “Have fun kids!” And walks to check in for two rooms.

Pulling back, Shade starts working on Jack’s belt and quickly yanks both his jeans and boxers down his knees, Jack grunts loudly as his painful hard cock jumps free on his lower belly. Capturing her lips once again, he roughly tugs on her shirt, ripping off half of the buttons. Shade tilts her head back as Jack trails wet open kisses towards her breasts, he knows being her weakness.

“I want you back, Cupcake.” She whispers in his ear, nibbling at his lobe before licking the back of his neck which usually makes him lose his mind.

Jack sneaks his hands under her skirt and grabs the hem of her undies he tears to the side. Staring up at her green eyes sparkling with lust, he guides her ass up to line her dripping core with the head of his cock.

“I want you now, Boo.”

He slams her ass down on him and they both cry in pleasure, their faces twisting under the delicious feeling of their body united as one.

After a first primal release inside the car, they run hand in hand in the motel room John has left open and free for them. They spend the rest of the night forgiving each other’s faults and misunderstandings, hearts and souls devoted to each other.

Jack shows her how professional and skilled he is in witness-protection, never leaving an inch of her body exposed, only focuses on her safety. Shade for once sleeps peacefully, vulnerable but relaxed, uncovered, but with Jack’s large body blanketed around her.

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