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@vindiicem | starter call.

❛What reason would I have to cry, Hawke?

{ she sounds like she doesn’t believe it herself. her smug smile like cut glass against her otherwise lovely face. she knows she’s lying. she pauses for a moment before shaking her head. }

❛ Once. Once I did, on my wedding day. I was so afraid.

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i got ellie’s icons back!!! who wants  starter??

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                                                  in orlais, we don’t say ‘i love you’. we say,                                                   ‘surprise BITCH, bet you thought your                                                   assassin murdered me’ and i think that’s                                                   beautiful.

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inkskinned:

he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.

i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.

i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”

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It’s innocence lost.

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instillmotion:

COMPOSURE  //

www.instillmotion.co

www.instagram.com/liampea

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pvgnator:

               — ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟɪsᴛᴀɪʀ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴏғ ғᴇʀᴇʟᴅᴇɴ?

                                        “ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.”

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You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.

Pan’s Labyrinth, Dir. Guillermo del Toro (via wordsnquotes)

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Why should I retract my claws for you? What do I earn from playing nice? I’ll choke on the cries I leave in my throat. I am not sorry. If I am angry, I will be angry. I will be blinding light I will be rage and shaky hands I will be venom and teary eyes I will not laugh at your jokes I will not tuck my fangs away to smile for you. I will look you dead in the eye and I will spit out teeth that are not mine.

“Ammit” by Jasmine Khaliq (via chalceum)

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ellie’s bitter aesthetic tbh

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‘Doralisa’ by Claire Keane

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❛pvgnator.

❝Come with you…? Where exactly are you going?❞

It seems his fate is still important to him; Alistair himself becomes surprised by the fact that he still cares about it. After what happened back home, he was worried he had lost his reason to live, but there he was, not many days after leaving Ferelden, concerned about what might happen if he follows a noble looking Orlesian woman wherever she intended to go.

The whole situation was indeed quite singular, but at the same time, that strange weight wouldn’t leave his chest: was he being ungrateful for the shoulder she’s just lent him? He couldn’t really express how important that was, especially in that moment, but his suspiciousness also couldn’t be helped.

❛Home. Please, you don’t have to but I am--   I need to-- I should not be out as late as I   am and I will be missed if I wait any   longer.

{ her heart beats at a quicker pace, shedding the alcohol from her bloodstream.   suddenly, she is accosted by total clarity, her vision clearing from her fear.   she touches his arm, grips it but not enough to hurt. }

❛I offer you a place to stay far better than here   alone. If you will not come, fine, but I will not   leave you here.

{ for how forceful she is, her tone is light, gentle, even. fondness spreads through   her like a plague. it makes her ill but it cannot be helped. }

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