#garrett rambles

[breathofthegay]

Fun fact:

If your horse kills the gloom hands, shadow ganon won’t spawn and you’ll still get the dark clumps.

[plague-karm]

We now have three video game adaptations where unexpected yaoi is a central part of the plot

[cha0s-j3st0r]

old men yaoi??? in my minecraft movie???

[thats-rather-rude]

Ppl complaining abt the minecraft movie have no sense of whimsy nor joy nor fun.

A minecraft movie lacking whimsy is a boring movie, I fear.

What made minecraft fun wasn’t JUST the aesthetics or the building, nor fighting aspect. While those traits brought people in, the actual game was a fun, new way to channel your creativity with or without friends.

All of my good memories about minecraft consist of laughing about silly bug glitches, getting lost in caves and feeling triumphant after working my way out of one, poking fun at villagers for looking stupid, poking fun at MOBS in general for looking stupid, finding my first diamond, etc.. I’m rambling.

I feel the minecraft movie did a good job of paying homage to the aesthetics as well as incorporating childlike joy, choosing not treat the movie so seriously really reminded me of why I liked playing minecraft so much as a wee lad to begin with.

Who actually plays an open ended game like that JUST to win it?? You enjoy the whole game. The GOAL of minecraft isn’t the POINT of minecraft. The journey is the entire point and in my opinion while Jack Black may not be Steve, he sure as hell played him like a player would.

anyways old man yaoi.

[missriggie]

Dragon Age may not be a consistent franchise but at least I am.

I am always a basic bitch elf mage that incorporates some kind of swordplay and this bitty is always besties with the sassy dark haired mage and the big qunari jock and she always always romances the traumatised virgin with insomnia.

Hawke is the only exception because he is the traumatised virgin with insomnia.

[joshfutturman]

[privatebooth]

I know that a lot more people (than it may seem) agree that Fenris is not at all against PDA.

He is free, he has the love that he's been denying himself for years, and he's not going to be shy about enjoying it.

Perhaps it is one of their first group gatherings as an established couple? And maybe Isabela challenged one of them to something? Or maybe she and Varric had some bet concerning their friends?

Anyway, it seems to have become a sort of celebration of their settled romance and everyone is cheering for them except for Anders. sorry, dude

Merrill is totally into romantic stuff

guh, i love these guys so much!

[kittieshauntedourfantasy]

That was actually the most dastardly yaoi I've ever seen

[quinowskie]

shout out to old man yaoi. gotta be my favourite genre of terribly in denial and in terribly love gays

[luchael]

So I saw a bunch of romance videos for Fenris on YouTube and since then I wanted to actually not pick the most popular flirty option on our first visit because I felt it was too sudden and coming a bit strong for my tastes of how I arguably projected myself onto Hawke in the limits of the game’s narrative. So getting the chance to actually play myself for the first time I chose to say stuff I cared for and oh my god if Fenris didn’t just open up like the most beautiful blooming flower. So gentle and fragile. His soft smile while complimenting Hawke implied him (I play Garrett) being worthy and fearless in contrast to Danarius’s usual guests, the way he cautiously tested the waters by saying he doesn’t want to bother Hawke with his sob stories, the way he softly chuckles and that line about practicing flattery for our next visit? Did you hear what I did in his intonation there? It totally was meant as a question! That was an invitation and a plea to come back again and spend more time together! Maker’s breath if he isn’t the most precious thing in the world! He’s so lonely and starved for connection and you say Anders is the only one who jumps you after you have shown him kindness? Fenris is also a hopeless romantic, he’s just too good at keeping his veneer of calm. It felt like I was watching the most beautiful pearl oyster opening by just softly listening to the waves! But then if you touch a little bit too close to the trauma asking how young he was when the tragedy happened he shuts down immediately. Oof. I want to gently hold him in the palms of my hands and take him home to Ferelden immediately! I heard people say that his is a story of getting rid of the shackles but still binding himself by their invisible force but the soft spoken longing when asking about your home makes me wonder if his trauma could be healed in another way as well. He didn’t sound rabid or as ready to pursue his enemies to the ends of the universe. He just wanted a home, a friend and a loved one. To live a little. And that is the most poignant tragedy.

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

It is unbearably quiet on tumblr lately, and what little talking there is, it's all about the next game. Yeah, we're no longer in 2012, I get it.

I'll just keep entertaining myself however I can.

I've always wanted to talk about one fic I secretly refer to as one of the hidden gems in the fenhawke archives. I have never ever seen anyone bring it up, and in all these years I've never dared to recommend it to anyone... Don't think you can even find it so easily? For good reason tbh...

Thing is, it's a fill for da kink community on livejournal. Anyone remember that place? The safe haven where anyone could anonimously submit the kinkiest most shameless things you could think of - offering prompts, filling them... Those were some desperate times when we were painfully low on content, and it was very hard to find something to read. Finding a story with characterization that suited your vision was near impossible!

I myself was desprate enough to brave through countless pages of imageries I could not stomach, skimming through them just to get the general idea until something captured my attention.

So I found this, and honestly, to this day to me it is one of the best examples of... idk, not just good characterization, but the overall feeling of the fenhawke relationship, why I can't let go of them after 12 years? It's all subjective, of course, but no fanfic ever resonated with me as deeply as this. Also back then mage Hawke was not very popular and most stories featured rogues... I used to be very sad and lonely!

Warning: it's extremely triggery. I wouldn't even recommend reading the first part at all, because it's too difficult and painful to get through. Hell, I couldn't read it! I was looking through the text very VERY briefly to get only the most basic and vague understanding of what was happening, and it was still hard! There is a lot of abuse, rape, slavery things...

To get the idea:

The Alone quest did not get resolved as planned. Danarius managed to win that battle, captured Fenris and returned to Tevinter, gravely injuring Hawke in the process (Fenris thought he was killed). To break the remains of his will, Danarius threatens to erase Fenris's memories of Hawke, and he succumbs and stops resisting altogether. I don't want to recall the details, but it was awful. Go straight to part 17 (it's a flashback) to read a very lovely take on fenhawke first night together. It's super sweet and gentle, though painfully sad in context. Still, beautiful. Well, it gets worse before it gets better! Somewhere in part 19 Fenris's friends come for him (they sailed all the way here on Isabela's new ship) and he's rescued. What follows is an exceptionally touching tender reunion with Hawke. Oh, and then, once all is settled comes the second part - All the King's men, which is much less controversial and fairly easy to read. Fenris copes with his experiences, and Hawke is always there for him. There are some truly fantastic moments as they slowly get close to each other again! Isabela is pretty great here, and Anders... sorta made me warm up to his character? And it's all fairly believable and close to how we see them in the game.

I'm saying all this and linking this fic on the off chance that someone with tastes similar to mine ever needs something like it. I know I am grateful it exists, and still hold it very dear to my heart. Definitely never regretted finding it!

[livlaughlove07]

story idea: tall guy named dick. he’s the leader of some shit. enter short henchman nicknamed asshole. they’re gay lovers

you’d think dick would be the top and asshole the bottom, right? wrong.

dick is mega bottom but tries not to be to keep face, asshole loves to fluster his partner and grapple for control.

sounds like a great story, right? wrong.

that’s the plot of the minecraft movie, dipshit.

[kingnd]

I miss an issue or two of Green Lantern & next thing you know Dan Fucking Garrett is alive, Got a new Scarab, & looking awfully fresh for a dude supposedly in his twilight years (He had a Granddaughter people).

Also Zauriel's back so that made me happy

[beetlethebug]

so i'm playing DA:2 and i'm very, very normal about sebastian vael (re: i'm absolutely losing my marbles over him) and i want to ramble about a scene i've been working on in one of my wips so. buckle up (with snippet from the scene under the cut :D)

in my mind this takes place sometime after the first part of his companion quest (the one with the desire demon). because sebastian, at least in this fic, is not only struggling with desires for power, for wealth, for control, but for hawke. and not marian--oh no, he's falling fast and hard for garrett hawke. he's repressing a lot, but none moreso than this. especially compared to my blue-leaning hawke, who has met him with a kindness and compassion that he's been starved for. he's hungry, sebastian, eager, but the chantry preaches control and self-sacrifice and that is what he will cling to.

because if he falls from grace, if he falls from the one family he has left, what will become of him?

it happens on a night when hawke invites him to stay. their adventuring ran late--the streets of kirkwall are dangerous on a good day, deadly at its worst. and it is hard to turn down hawke when he is so earnest--when there's a sadness in his eyes that sebastian recognizes when hawke off-handedly mentions how empty the estate is. how large it is. a tug at his heart when hawke meets his gaze and says, "there will always be room for you, should you wish to make use of it."

it always catches him off-guard, hawke's benevolence. the gentleness of his heart. hawke does not say much about the Maker; the templars and the chantry as a whole, yes, but never the Maker himself. Sometimes, in these moments, he thinks there is no one closer to the Maker's image. Patient, kind, selfless Hawke. Crafted in the Maker's image, with a steady hand and justice mete with wisdom. Slow to anger, quick to lend a helping hand...

Maker preserve him if he spends too long looking upon hawke's hands.

so, he spends the night, dining and conversing with hawke. under the full focus of his attention--a rarity, with how split hawke's attentions are these days. there is nothing like it. the way hawke makes him feel seen. the safety he exudes. the casual way he lays a hand atop his when their discussion delves into deeper, rougher waters. the furrow of his brow when he delves into a childhood anecdote that was, perhaps, not as humorous as he once thought. hawke looks at him like he is a precious thing--something to treasure, to covet, to protect. and he does not know what to do with those feelings.

so they simmer inside, and he prays to the Maker for guidance.

of course, the Maker would not pass up such an opportune time to test his strength of will. his dreams are warped by Desire. he is left aching, desperate; flushed and aroused, mind full of steady hands and kind words and hawke. he wakes to hips rocking against the mattress, the man's name upon his lips, and shame eating him away from the inside out. what kind of man is he, to take advantage of hawke's kindness in such a way? to warp his kindness, to pervert his gentleness?

so he rises, and kneels, and prays. prays and prays and prays. wills this Desire to leave. prays for strength. for guidance. for someone to show him the path to tread. grips his hands together until his knuckles run pale, until his throat is rubbed raw. a sign. a miracle. anything.

the door opens, a curiosity drawn by the light, by the murmurs of his desperation. hawke enters, and he realizes that this is the real test. "I thought you had finished your evening prayers?" a jest, light and soft. he dare not look at hawke, lest he fall further into temptations.

"i find that it is nights like these that i need the Maker's guidance more than ever."

hawke is quiet for a long moment, and then he asks, "may i sit with you, sebastian?"

Hawke hums, soft. "Would you be opposed to company?"

"You would want to stay?" He returns his gaze to Hawke, eyes wide. Meets Hawke's tawny eyes, gets drawn into the soft curl of his grin. When he nods, something sad creeping into his expression, he forces his voice to work again. "I would be honored to have your company, Hawke." A good test of temperance. Of patience. The object of his desire—the source of his sinful thoughts—here to see how he attempts to purge them from his being.

Hawke crosses the room. Barefoot, steps soft on the rug. "You can stay where you are," Hawke murmurs when he moves to stand. "Well, with one exception." Hawke walks past him to step towards the head of the bed, pulling one of the pillows off. "I won't hear anyone else complain of the ache in their knees. Up."

He rises, clumsy, heart thudding heavily against his rib cage. He wonders if Hawke can hear it. The pillow is not tossed at the spot he was kneeling at. Instead, Hawke places it down and then settles upon the edge of the bed. He pats the spot next to him in invitation, smiling softly. "Come kneel next to me, Sebastian."

Swallowing heavily, he makes his way to Hawke. He's sure he's an embarrassing sight, stiff and awkward. His limbs feel too gangly next to the hulking wall that is Hawke; there is something nice about it too, though. Being small compared to Hawke. A doe resting in the shade of an Oak tree, nestled comfortably in the roots. Hawke watches him, and it strikes him—as it always does in these inopportune moments—how handsome Hawke is.

His eyes are always the first thing he is drawn too. Copper colored in the golden hours of the evening; dark, almost rusted in the low firelight of the guest room. His brow is especially heavy, tonight. Dark and furrowed, though his countenance would not suggest that he is troubled. Concern, he thinks, marks Hawke's brow tonight, and it is enough to make him feel flayed open. Because concern on Hawke is raw and intense; it is all-consuming, a heavy woolen cloak placed over beaten, bloody shoulders. Soaking the ache, rubbing it raw, soft and scratching and leaving him with the urge to sink his fingers in to claw and find purchase. Blood under his nails, callouses catching on new scars. Bruises blossoming, painting his skin in technicolor. A canvas for Hawke to ruin or rectify at his whims.

Compassion colors every piece of Hawke tonight. Softens the normally broad, imposing shape of his shoulders. Brings them slack and relaxed, opening his chest. And Maker's Breath, his chest. Equally broad, but gentle in shape. Rounded pectorals and belly, hiding the muscle and power that the man has in spades. Covered in dark, coarse hair; an enticing trail from his naval all the way up his chest. He wonders how it would feel against his fingers; if it is soft, in the way that all other pieces of Hawke seems to be. A surprising contrast to the rough, rugged appearance of the man.

There's a cord of muscle in his neck that he wishes to feel against his teeth. To take it and feel it flex, watch as Hawke's jaw tilts back. Feel the scratch of his beard against his cheeks, his lips. Run fingers through his hair—ink black, mussed and thick. To brush it out of his eyes, to smooth it back from his temples so that he may gaze upon Hawke's face in full. To watch his face take on the soft demeanor he chooses in these quiet, intimate moments. To have it turned upon him—to watch his eyes darken, to be appraised like a piece of meat or a prized gem, whatever suits Hawke's fancy—and be worthy of getting to look at the Maker's finest creation close enough to see every divot and curve of his form.

And it is not just the physical beauty of Hawke that has bewitched him; it would almost be easier if it was. But he is gentle, and steadfast, and generous. He is kind, and patient, and warm. There is a heat that simmers within him. An anger—a sense of justice—but it is so well-tempered that it never teeters into the messy, ugly sin of wrath. He is a man of the people. He is a man for the people. A champion.

He has been thinking, lately, of the tales Anders has told about the Templars. He wonders if it would be so bad for Mages if all the Templars were like Hawke. If he were a Mage, he would not mind being kept by Hawke's hand. Stern it might be, it has shown time and time again that it favors the gentlest path. He could think of no man that would not be settled by Hawke's hand.

Ironic that his heart only beats faster, entire body stilling in fright, the second that Hawke offers his hand.

"Thank you," he says softly, grateful his voice does not tremble. It is thick, however, full of an emotion he is too afraid to place. He forces his hand to move slowly, hoping not to belie both his nerves and his eagerness. He wants, so very desperately, but he is terrified of Hawke learning the secret of his unrest. The source of his shame, and guilt. Of his desire. Worries that Hawke will somehow find the evidence despite the fact that he had thoroughly rinsed, stripped, and replaced the sheets upon the bed. Prays that Hawke cannot feel the residual heat, the smell of arousal and sin that surely clings to him like a second skin. He swallows heavily the second their fingers curl, nearly shuddering when Hawke turns their hands so that he may hold it better.

He is touched so rarely that each time feels like a gift. Let alone touched with bare hands. And hands like Hawke's—gentle and calloused, warm and careful—are even rarer. There's a noise that builds in his throat—a sob, he thinks, though he bites his lip hard enough to ache and keep it at bay. Heat pools in his stomach; traitorous, sinful, and he knows that he should pull away before he taints Hawke with his filth. That there not enough prayers in the entire Chant to absolve him of this.

But it is difficult to feel like that matters when Hawke smiles—mostly in his eyes, gaze heavy. But it is a smile, and it is only for him. His thumb sweeps across his knuckles. Once. Twice. On the third, he squeezes, and murmurs, "I am glad you are here, Sebastian."

Hawke spoils him. He is not worthy of this kindness, not when all he does is warp and twist it into a perversion. His breath hitches; perhaps he really will cry during is prayers tonight. He knows Hawke will not fault him. He may ask, in that caring way he does, when he tries to take another man's problems and turn them into a burden they both can carry. When he tries to fix the unfixable, because nothing is impossible when Hawke is involved. He may even try to wipe his tears, to gentle him and tell him that there is no fault—no sin—in what he is feeling.

And the worst part is, he thinks that is what he wants most of all.

To be told that he is absolved of this. That he has done enough. That the price has been paid, and he will not be damned. That he is not wrong, or wicked, or terrible. That the Maker will find it within His heart to forgive him. That this is not even an offense that requires forgiveness at all. He knows in his heart that it is not the case. That it is a greater sin to lie, and twist the words of the Maker. Knows that this is being kept in the book with a tally of all his sins, and when he is judged it will be amongst the things that result in his damnation.

"You flatter me, Hawke." He murmurs. "Truly, some days I feel as though I am stumbling through Kirkwall like a man blinded. I do not know what I would do without you. Every night I thank the Maker for placing you within my path."

Just as he prays each night that the Maker will purge the desire within his heart, so that he might somehow be able to live with both His divine blessing and Hawke. Because he thinks, damnably, that he cannot simply have one without the other. Greed and Envy ran through his veins even as a youth, festering into something wicked he thought was beaten out of him. But they snake in his stomach now, winding up to try and sink their teeth into Hawke.

[privatebooth]

Obligatory reading lessons

Like, I have zero memory about what it was like - learning to read, so here are some cliched basics.

[midnightfrappe]

FNAF MOVIE THEORY AND RAMBLING (spoilers with some images and quotes)

Okay so, idk where to start but i'll try to make everything that i say connect, starting with Garrett, Mike's lost brother.

We see the exact moment he was taken, just playing around and the next second he was in a car that was driving off. But there was no screaming, not even a scared face from Garrett, this is a kid who's not sure why his brother is chasing the car with so much fear.

We obviously know at the end of the movie that William was the one that did it, but there was never an explanation of why. He did say ''First i killed your brother. Now i'll kill you'', but how did he know about Mike's brother? It could be Vanessa that told him about Mike's brother, but there was something off about William since the beginning of the movie, before Vanessa even knew Mike.

Mike is searching for a job and ''Steve'' is looking thru his records and saying he's trying to figure out who he is. Well, that's exactly what he does when he reads his name. He quickly looks up to him in a shocked way, even getting a closer look at Mike like he was trying to recognize his face which he probably does because he starts acting weird and nervous, then he is very insisting on giving him the job that he knows will surely kill him.

But then again, how does he know Mike and Garrett? The name Schmit could be one of the reasons and just looking at Mike's face is a confirmation. Now this is where i start with my theory.

Garrett was taken just like Charlie in the games, no one was looking and then a car just passed by to use that opportunity, making them the first victims in the movie and games respectively.

Now, that gives the possibility that Garrett's father was somehow connected to William, perhaps as a friend or coworker, because why would William go to a place as far away as the woods just to kidnap and kill a random child if the pizzeria was the safest option? He had a reason to target his friend's son, I can't think of one rn, but that could mean Garrett's dad takes the rol of Henry. Explaining why William recognizes Mike, he was the older son of his friend, the brother of his first victim.

As a bonus, that could explain why Garret didn't scream or looked scared and everything happened so fast. He just saw a familiar face, someone his dad knew and wasn't really a stranger.

William says to Mike at the end ''You couldn't just leave it alone, could you?'', he knows what he did and thinks Mike was trying to go after him (i mean, he was looking for him thru his dreams, but something tells me William thinks he was searching for him irl, that's why he's shocked when he sees him right in his office, the thinks Mike finally found him but my guy was just trying to look for a job lmao).

Now getting a little crazier, in the credits we hear some words that say ''COME FIND ME'', who do we need to find? the children? We already know where they are. William? Let that mf be trapped where he is. The only one we don't know where it ended up was Garrett, but where is he? Maybe that music box at the end is an indication that Puppet is present, and the possibility of having some things related to the games could mean that Garrett may or may not be related to the puppet. (Coffcoff Garret being the Puppet just like Charlie).

Now for some silly stuff: I really think this is an AU where William and Henry swap children, Henry has 3 and William only has one. Of course William would have a normal life after killing kids and ruining Henry's life, he doesn't have to worry about his children killing each other, he just takes care of one who can be easily manipulated and lives a normal life as a career counselor. Giving his trophy (the pizzeria) people who can keep it safe.

Meanwhile Henry's family suffers just like the game but with extra steps, but I also think that Mike and Garret having a good relationship is proof of good parenting, not like the games where Mike bullies his little brother and William doesn't give a fuck about them or Elizabeth. That's also my opinion that the movies could work without the bite of '83 or even sister location, all of that could be avoided with a loving family.

The family Michael Afton and his brothers needed, the one that they deserved.

''This isn't how it happend. This isn't real.''