#HELP I AM CRYING

[thequeenofthewinter]

Vorgoth as Gossip Girl (xoxo)

[wornkindness]

@jeditrash sent: the youngling walks closely beside the woman, maybe too close, & as he walks a small hand reaches out to take hold of her hand. he hasn’t spoken to her yet, too shy & afraid of what he might say that could end up being the wrong words, but he wears a smile as he walks alongside her. cal has also found that the force around her is warm & comforting, which makes the walk to the training room easier.

     It was the last thing she expected, of course she does not at all mind. Frankly she didn’t realize he was there, not until he took her hand. While she is surprised, she doesn’t pull away, instead she smiles. “Well hello there, dear one.” She took a moment to quickly glance around, trying to see just where exactly he had come from.

     Still holding his hand she crouched down she she is more level with his height. “What’s your name?” Her smile is bright, ever brilliant. It was not within her job description, and she was sure she would be assured more than once it was something she did not have to do. Yet she is happy to take him where he needs to be, be he lost or not he has stumbled upon her, saw her safe the way a lighthouse once guided ships of where land was.

[vampyrluver]

MHA SPOILERS

HI im back here to cry about shigaraki guys im so sad my man is gone

[inkedwaters]

*    ⟢   melody → @starlightfreed : ❝ you're not saying you're in love with me.  ❞

long suffering sigh escapes past his lips, a hand lifting to rub between his brows, composing himself enough to continue this attempt at conversation. " i know you are likely used to men falling at your feet the moment they see you, but i am afraid you will have no luck here. " stepping away from the water pooling at his feet, dark gaze sweeping his surroundings quickly before turning his attention back to the siren before him. " i just need your assistance. " the mark on his forehead should allow him some authority, but sirens were known to be mischievous creatures. it was entirely possible that this favour might very well cost him more than he was willing to give. " will you help your council ? " he attempts to remind them what could be at stake if they were to refuse him.

[random-cockroach]

[thisisnotem]

happy fucking easter i guess…

[apricustar]

trials and tribulations of evan buckley a tragedy in 97 parts ok homotron 3000

[haveihitanerve]

The batkids, no matter how much time passes, how much trust and love and safety and security they build with their team, still will not break. Will not show any sign of weakness or grief or sorrow or pain. The only place they collapse is around Bruce, because he’s safe, because he loves unconditionally even if they don't consciously admit it, because they know he will stay. 

Nightwing gets stuck in a haunted underground tunnel system with Flash, Superboy and Viktor for two weeks. By the time they make it out, Barry hugs Hal for so long he loses feeling in his arms, Kon buries himself in Clark’s embrace and calls Lois, and even Viktor asks for Dinah to talk. They all marvel at Dick, at his ability to stay calm, to keep them all together, to remain unruffled after the massive toll. 

But then Batman arrives, harried and billowing into the room(idk plot maybe he was on a search mission with someone else for Dick) and Nightwing spins on his heel from the opposite side of the room, and beelines for his arms. 

Bruce scoops him up bridal style and carries him to the Zeta Tubes and no one hears from them for three days. 

Dick breaks the second they breach the Batcave and its all Bruce can do to hold him and brush his hair and whisper “i love you you’re safe you’re home baby you’re home” to keep himself from crumbling as his adult baby boy son cries in his arms and won’t let go. 

“You didn't even break a sweat!” Barry laughs in awed disbelief, thumping him lightly in the side with an affectionate grin, and suddenly Dick’s forced smile twinges a little, because, sure, in the moment he hadn’t broken a sweat, yeah. But he had also spent the last three days with a fever above 100 due to the mental and emotional strain of staying composed and strong and also hadn't been able to sleep unless he was curled in Bruce’s arms.

[hobipowers]

250507 Hobi Weverse Live → "That's right, I'm happiest on the stage. I don't need anything else, that's when I'm the happiest."

[notadreamurr]

I know Jax wasn't in the original scene in episode 2, but it felt kinda weird to not add him while saying, "Everyone came"

[foxstens]

kevin getting angry at neil for not taking his health seriously and telling neil to run then promising to teach him every night and keeping neil's binder safe without looking what's in it and calling wymack to make sure neil is okay after winter break and offering to talk about riko if neil wanted to

[dont-look-up]

Renji and Uryu: "20 Seconds" Then and Now

[fenharels-chewtoy]

I get being a fan of Solas but you gotta appreciate Lavellan herself too. She’s the other half of the ship and part of what makes Solavellan so fascinating to me. Sure, you can play Cadash or Adar or Trevelyan and get something interesting but there’s something so compelling about Lavellan as the Inquisitor.

All Inky’s can be kind, caring, compassionate, but it takes a special level of strength to be kind after losing everything. Lavellan is taken from her old life, turned into a religious symbol for her oppressors, and stripped of her identity and culture. There is an undeniable alienation she experiences, both from the shemlen, and then from her own beliefs (and her People/Clan) as she goes through the events of the game; she learns that the history she worked so hard to study and preserve was built on the backs of slaves, that her gods were tyrants and slavers, and that Fen’Harel’s name was ruined through millennia of propaganda and perpetuated lies. She is changed from her time as the Inquisitor and from falling in love with Solas—mentally, physically, and spiritually. She fell in love with the god, with the monster, her people were taught fear, and as the stories go, Fen’Harel’s touch leaves you forever marked.

The Dread Wolf’s name is not worshipped in reverence; it is invoked in fear, in anger—it is a curse, reviled, and spit like the most corrosive of poisons.

But that isn’t who Lavellan falls in love with. Just like the Inquisitor, Fen’Harel is a title and mask worn by a broken man forced into a role he didn’t want.

She was taken, twisted, turned into something she didn’t want, but she did not let it break her. The world had taken so much from her time and time again, yet they continued to demand. She gave up her home, her life, eventually her friends, and even the very organization she dedicated everything to. Forced to make decisions that shed as much blood as it saved. The rest of her life was spent in pursuit of a man looking to end the world, long after she’s already saved it once before. She holds her head high and bears the weight of the world like she was Atlas himself. The Inquisitor bends and bows, but never does she break. Despite this, despite it all, she still remains kind. And Solas? Sweet, gentle Solas. His heart is still so kind but he’s hardened it.

A romanced Lavellan wants to help Solas, to save him from himself. She sees the mask for what it is and knows the man—the spirit—hiding behind it all. Wisdom, taken from his home, turned into a weapon and then a symbol—a god. Forced to fight for what is just, Fen’Harel breaks under the trauma wrought upon him and by him.

He is weighed down by duty and service—to Mythal and to his People. The world was broken by his actions, and he seeks to rend another to restore what was sundered.

Wisdom was lost, turned to Pride. It hides under the guise of Fen’Harel because he believes it is not what the world needs.

The Evanuris claim that Fen’Harel is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, when he was a weapon forged by their own hand.

Lavellan chooses to walk the Dinan’shiral with Solas. Maybe for some, it is because they, too, believe the Veil must come down, and the world restored to its natural state. But, as loredrinker said in their fantastic post, it may be because of connection. They see that Solas is suffering; that he’s been alone. This path would break what was left of the gentle Wisdom underneath it all. The Path of Death, he called it.

She said so herself: “I will save you.”

She walks the Dinan’shiral, not as Solas does, but parallel to him. She does not walk it expecting to reap death, but to stop it. They’ve both experienced loss—lived through horrors no being should ever experience. Leaders, symbols—burdens taken on by shoulders that shouldn’t bear them alone.

And Lavellan will not allow Solas to bear this alone. As she had done with her friends in the Inquisition, she is offering him connection. She will ease his burden if he would let her. Despite the isolation she no doubt feels, she makes sure none of her friends ever feel alone. She supports each of them, gives them a shoulder to lean on, and takes their pain as her own because that’s just who she is.

I will bear this weight with you. You are my heart. We walk this path together. Pain, terror, a terrible future, but you do not have to go alone.

And in the end, the wolf finally takes it. And oh, what a relief it must be after all this time. Millennia, suffering. Alone, lonely, on a path he set for himself, believed to end in eternal isolation. After all, Solas’ worst fear is dying alone.

But no. This is not your fate, vhenan. Ar lath ma.

[inkskinned]

actually sometimes being neurodivergent is great bc you have a particular kind of Silly Mode that just . manifests glory. harmless fun is my precious side quest & i have a high score in whimsy. like okay if i gotta be the first dork in the dance pit it's gonna be me and this random toddler and we're gonna avril-style rock ouuuuttt

[isjasz]

[Day 363]

Can you hear my screams from over there. This au is taking over my brain and Maple of the @gingermaple variety is actively making it WORSE💥💥💥💥💥💥

Ref to this piece <3

[gatoburr0]