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i'm home and feeling vaguely more human, but i'm probably going to spend most of today resting, chilling with my cats, and reading comics bc i'm a nerd

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in the airport for the last time, this is honestly the worst part of the trip

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my partner doesn’t use pet names nearly as much as i do, which is very funny because i will crack my gay little knuckles and say some shit like “good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest boy, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest” and he will reply “hello adrian”

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randomly popping on to say: all the starters have posted! if you didn’t see yours, i tagged them all with your url and my blog is searchable!

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"I do. I very much want you to be happy." Zevran's finger idly ran around the rim of his wine glass, his eyes watching the movement without seeing it. If Inara had not made any sort of motion towards Alistair to tell him that she had moved on, if Nathaniel hadn't either, then who was he to tell Alistair their business?

And, truth be told, even if it was more of an official marriage than anything to do with love, they were a good fit. The Howe boy was incredibly loyal. He wouldn't make the same mistakes Alistair had. Even if love played no part in it, he took his oaths and promises seriously. And Inara, had seemed so much happier. That alone was more than enough reason to keep what he knew to himself.

"Trust is such a new thing to me." He offered instead, sidestepping the topic of who he wanted to be happier. For him, it wasn't about happiness. It was about the fact that Inara trusted Zevran to have her back, and he was loathe to betray her feelings if they hadn't already been disclosed.

Looking up from his wineglass, Zevran sighed. "I am sorry, Alistair. But I will not break whatever trust she has placed in me. You, of all people, should know how important that is.

"It is the same for you--I have no interest in breaking whatever trust you may or may not place in me."

You're getting better. It should be a compliment. Maybe.

But it doesn't sound very much like a compliment.

Nor do the words that follow, a sharp stab that buries itself between his ribs. Would he discard Inara if Loghain were to return? His head feels hot, and he realizes it is both shame and anger that are bringing a bright red across his cheeks, heat dripping sick down his throat.

"That's unfair," he says, though he knows that isn't true at all.

His chest rises and falls unsteadily, his stomach turning, squeezing uncomfortably. His eyes blink fast, and he tries to breathe out, to look back at Zevran with a steady gaze. He wishes he were colder, sometimes. Now is one of those times.

"I don't expect that she'll-" he chokes a bit on the next lie. He doesn't expect that she'll take him back. Love him.

But why won't she? They were in love, weren't they? He just... made a mistake. This isn't... fair.

He can't quite convince himself of that.

"If I-- If I knew that what she and Nathaniel had was real," he pleads. "Maybe I could... get over it. Move on. You'd want that for me, wouldn't you?"

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"Si, of course. Leliana--you should know, on your behalf--pays be quite handsomely to turn down those offers and instead let her see the source of the threat instead." His grin is a little too wide and perhaps a touch too sharp. But he wiped his blades off on a spare cloth before sheathing them, using the same cloth to wipe his hands and some of his neck and chest--moreso for sweat than blood. "They were not Crows, you should know. I do not believe they were House of Repose, either, due to their appearance. Appearances can be deceiving, of course, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they are either Fereleden or Tevinter in origin."

Dhavihal stares between the ex-assassin's blood-splattered blades, then up to his eyes. Beneath the confidence she exudes as Inquisitor, a small amount of fear could be seen, peering out of her slightly-widened eyes. "And to be clear, that's a contract you no longer take, correct?" she asks, just to be certain.

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"Sorry. I wasn't sure whether you wanted company or not." He hadn't been trying to sneak. It was never his strong suit. Captain America was a target. He was the shimmering, shiny, brightly colored rally point. All eyes were drawn to him with a purpose--a target for the enemy, a source of hope for his allies. But that didn't exactly translate well to following a friend subtly along a New York street.

And then, when it had become obvious that Clint was heading towards the cemetery and not elsewhere in town, Steve had feel awkward following at all. They were close, but he hadn't been invited to stand beside him. At least, not directly. Being spoken to now, Steve still hesitated, unsure if this was an invitation or if he should make himself scarce.

Then again--Clint was nothing if not straightforward.

"You know that... or at least, I hope you know that, if you need anything, you just have to call." As much as part of him hurt--feeling like his friends were all leaving, new people joining the Avengers, his own life falling apart at the hands of his enemies--he also knew this was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not.

And if he'd proven anything to himself at this point, yelling at his friends when he was unhappy wasn't exactly an effective way to get them to stick around.

"It feels like just yesterday you were waltzing around the mansion like you owned it. What am I going to do with quiet hallways?"

[ASK] @anecdotist ⸺ from steve: ‘ growing up, i never had a brother. ’

It's a perfectly sunny day, birds are chirping and people are passing by on their business as New Yorkers often do. There's nothing sad about the day. In fact, things were going good with the fledging idea of the West Coast Avengers. Bobbi and Clint visiting the Mansion to finalize some details as the chairman of the new branch. His wife was getting along with everyone. Yet here he was, feeling sad, standing at a gravestone in upstate New York by himself. Not even his beautiful bride had accompanied him, using the excuse of her making sure that he had all his stuff packed up for the trip to the West Coast.

He had found himself a chance to slip away, sight unnoticed. Except some point, he had been pretty sure he had seen a vaguely Captain America profile tailing him in his civies. Clint doesn't call the tail out, figuring there might be some other business Cap was heading towards.

Clint ends up at a gravesite, it was the best he could have done at the time. Far from home because he hadn't known what or where Barney had called home until it was too late; until a letter had found its way to him to tell him more about his brother than he ever got to know. He's not entirely sure why he's feeling reminiscent about. It's not the near death experiences of being whisked away from Earth. Whatever it was brought him to his brother's grave.

❝ If you were going for stealthy approach, I think you need lessons from Nat. ❞ He's pretty sure that Steve wasn't making it obvious he's followed him. There's not a small chance that he had wanted to catch him to talk about the whole West Coast expansion and Clint stepping into leadership. Figures that Steve wasn't expecting a trip to a cemetery. ❝ Which where she's off to now? Who knows, least she hit it off with Bobbi. ❞

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@keepslore said: haven't you ever done anything crazy for love? // for dorian :) just my luck ask meme / accepting

It is late at night, which is at least the most appropriate thing about this conversation. He's certainly not as drunk as he'd like to be for it.

Love life. Dhavi's was on full display at the moment--though what wasn't on full display as one of the most influential people in all of Thedas? Dorian, at least, had a front row seat most days.

It wasn't like he was actively spying on them. He genuinely had better things to do--Tevinter genealogy doesn't trace itself and very few people were familiar enough with Alexius' shorthand to be able to quickly double check his work while simultaneously searching for any duplicity (there was none, to his relief). It wasn't his fault that, while Dhavi's laughter was light and welcome, Solas' far more rare jovial nature broke through every mental barrier Dorian had constructed around himself, upended the table, and scattered all thought to the four winds.

Really. Better the man be miserable, so the rest of them might focus.

"I did... hmm." His lips press together, a smile at war with his better senses. He had done something foolish once--surprising no one--though love hadn't exactly been the motivation. Infatuation, more like it, but... "I'll assume this little conversation is one you'll take to your grave?"

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caption this. :)

@transistorized @anecdotist hey guys you know i love you, right? 'kay thanks, enjoy this and guess which suit that this :)

just to see what i was working with.

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@purplearchcr lured in by the forbes 500 tony huh

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if @transistorized amanda doesn’t post it, i will, because i have it saved in bucky’s inspo channel. the infamous, the beloved, the amazing forbes 500 crop top

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@wolverinetm i present to you, Wolverine Wrecking Ball. and the bonus image.

the energy was always there.

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"I spend a lotta time havin' ta stand down wind of your boyfriend's ass, MJ." Logan scoffed with an eye roll to boot. "I'd love to have anything else on my mind. Yer completely safe from poachin'. No way in hell could I ever stand a stench that pervasive in my down time, I put up with it enough in my working hours. How you manage it is beyond me."

"You spend a lot of time thinking about my boyfriend's ass, Logan?" MJ quipped back, an eyebrow arched in amusement. "I mean, I don't blame you - it looks really good in that suit of his. Probably hard to keep your mind off it when he's around, huh?"

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@ilingeron // bucky starter

"Well that's strange. I don't remember ordering a side of trouble."

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@transistorized // logan starter

"Where do ya think yer sneakin' away to? If I gotta do this party setup shit, so do you."

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@avrorean // zevran starter

"We will soon approach the grand Ferelden mage's circle. Are you excited to return to your home?"

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@weptfreedom // feyn starter

"This seems awfully risky. Are ye sure these specific supplies? Surely we could, I dunno, steal from someone less prepared."