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nevertheless, we ball

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Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.

I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.

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I put this on Twitter and I’m putting it here too. Of course Rook wouldn’t have had a clue that Varric died, after all, it’s tradition in everywhere else except Nevarra to cremate dead bodies.

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what a beautiful day to remember that trans people of color exist and deserve better

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Reblog to give a trans woman a warm cup of soup

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realized that I made my Rook look almost exactly like my canon Warden in Origins

RIP Morrigan’s sanity when she sees Rook looking almost exactly like her situationship/sperm donor Mahariel (these damn elves, rotting my brain I swear)

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I lay awake at night and think about the outline for a script for Giovanni’s Room that I wrote for an English class and in my version, David self inserts himself in his imagining of how Giovanni killed Guillaume. But this part in particular killed me.

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no cause I was waiting all movie. Roz, tell that fox you love him because no one else has! he’s still waiting for you to come home!

I just need Roz to tell Fink she loves him okay bc he needs to hear it HE NEEDS TO!!!

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before there was challengers, there was elizabeth swann, will turner and james norrington

i cannot elaborate

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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and if i say that art not winning against the other players is such another big part of him not connecting with them the same way he connected to patrick and tashi

if i say that tashi’s “tennis is a relationship” applies when you’re in it, when you’ve connected with the opponent, when they drive you. otherwise, all art is doing is having one night stand equivalents in tashi’s place to satisfy her but neither of them are satisfied after, which adds to his lull of wanting to give up but knowing he’s carrying both tashi and his career “i’m playing for the both of us, i know that”

and if i say that patrick coming back, frustrating him, loving him, and pushing him forward, melting away the ice that has built up within the donaldsons marriage and bringing back that passion, the fire, is the relationship rekindling once more, it gives art a reason to try even harder than before

it was meant to be the three of them, but tennis is a competitive sport and there is only ever one winner in tennis.

but you cannot separate them, or the frayed sides of the triangle lash out at each other, desperately angry but wanting to reconnect

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Hamlet and Horatio are Orpheus and Eurydice

Hamlet is the Eurydice that begged her husband to turn around so she could see him one more time face to face. He is the Eurydice that begs to be remembered, for him to escape the Underworld she is trapped in, to bring light in the darkness

Horatio is the Orpheus that turned around out of love for his wife. He offered to stay, to return from whence she escaped, hand in hand, to death. But he is the one who plays the lyre and sings her tune. Sings it over and over again, expecting a different outcome every time, but out of love remains alive and mourning the loss of his greatest and only love. He plays the song and every time he does, Eurydice returns, and every time the song ends, she and Hamlet die once more for eternity.

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what if we were outlaws, and we loved each other

every time our backs touched each other in our sleep, beneath the beautiful blue sky, aside the fire, we are the only fire we ever need.

soft sighs, loud laughter, drunken jokes, and kisses that electrify the skin like the lightning in the sky.

fixing each others hats, or helping one another get on the horse so as to not leave the other behind.

if you speak to me the name i wasn’t given at birth but instead the one i carved through the flesh and blood and tears to inspire fear

the same name you say quietly like a prayer

resting my head against the nape of your neck while the coffee brews, the scent of it printed into our clothes

brush the strands of hair behind your ear to hear me, love

the breeze doing what i can’t, touching your face always and making me jealous i can’t be eternal with you

to live a life on the edge, might always be our last

i know not if our end will be a happy one

but let us know peace amidst the chaos of our world

let me lie down next to you love

let me look at your face, memorize all of which is you

let us breathe the same air and live another day

we can love, here where the world cannot see

we are allowed