#shut up hawke

[fightingdragonswithwho]

you’re telling me i just watched a scene where maya hawke quotes taylor swift AND kisses a girl while silk chiffon by MUNA and phoebe bridgers plays in the background? do revenge is the movie of the year now

[celticcatgirl2]

“Okay see what I mean tho…Sakura and Ino should’ve kissed in Naruto…”

[glimtwins]

activist tim kiss me on the mouth now

[kaltacore]

merrill dragon age isn't The Character in terms of being the guy with the juiciest backstory details or protagonist material but she is The Person. The Heart. she was working on one of the most important researches of elven history and no one believed in her. not her keeper, her teacher and mother figure. nor her clan, the only family she's ever had. nor hawke's friends, the only people who were surrounding her for six years. the only person who can actually place their faith in her is hawke but if they don't she won't mind. she is used to it, being on her own. and, despite everything, she believes in people. she knows it matters. better than anyone.

she has never heard a nice word from fenris, but she still tries to cheer him up from time to time. she has never heard a nice word from anders either and she still feels for him. varric annoys her when he tries to distract her from the eluvian, but she appreciates it because she knows he means well. aveline refers to her work as senseless and potentially dangerous for the city, but she is still happy for her when she falls in love.

if hawke sides with mages in the last straw merrill is the first to support them. "I believe in you, hawke", she says, when everyone else is consumed by doubt. and then she's the only one who openly suggests sparing anders. so he can put things right.

she knows the feeling. when you're on your own and everyone thinks you're beyond salvation, undeserving of compassion or understanding. and this is the best she can offer for people she cares about: her unconditional faith, her sympathy, a second chance. the things she was desparately looking for and never had. she believes in people because she knows: there's no one else to believe in them

[bluerose5]

Canon can't convince me otherwise. Justice would 100% be hopelessly in love with Hawke during Anders' romance, specifically with a pro-mage/friendship path Hawke. Like, of course Justice thinks Hawke is a distraction, Anders! Anytime Hawke is even in the room, he starts giggling, twirling his hair, kicking his feet, and batting his eyelashes. He fantasizes about starting revolutions together before running off into the sunset in a blaze of glory. This is nothing new.

[squash1]

gentle reminder that the epilogue in greywaren healed the world:

[arguablysomaya]

sketch i had to get out

[soleilandpeaches]

you’re a daydream (stay awhile)

featuring: Keigo Takami x f!Reader synopsis: Keigo comforts you during the worst week of the month, in more ways than one. He’s just the sweetest isn’t he? warnings: f!reader, reader is on their period, hurt/comfort, smut, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of drugs, toothrotting fluff rated: 18+ (MDNI) song title inso: Melting by Kali Uchis

You awoke to the sound of a brief thump! from outside, followed by a string of muttered curses from what you assume is your heroic boyfriend coming home to you after a long day of heroism. A part of you wanted to feel guilty of your sulking when Keigo seemed to face so much worse. And yet, he never seemed to think that way. Even though he was never the “emotional healer” type of person, once you had taught him the right way to comfort you without words, he never hesitated to give you the emotional support you needed.

“Hey, Baby.” He breathed out gently after finally managing to make it inside in one piece, you turned to notice two heavy bags held in each of his hands; no doubt period assistance. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he sets the bags down onto your bed to strip away his clothes, making sure to check you over for any signs of distress: there was.

“How you feelin’? Looks like you had a nap!” His cheery demeanor never failed to bring a smile to your face as you leaned forward to inspect the items he had gotten you. Pads, tampons, sweets and more, paired perfectly with your favorite ice cream flavor.

“Thank you, Keigo.” You bit your lip, strong emotions of love and devotion churning inside you, your eyes watering as you gaze adoringly up at him. You marveled at how good to you he truly was, especially since last night you were experiencing the worst pms cramps and your loving boyfriend decided an orgasm was the best cure. Only after he had you cumming around his cock, he had pulled out to witness his prick coated with your release and your blood.

So embarrassing.

“Aww, of course, Dovey.” He said, pulling you close into a hug so he could settle down with you onto the bed, cuddling you into his chest as he rubbed over your sore muscles. “Wait, I should put away your ice cream first so it doesn’t melt.”

You giggled wetly, cheeks still coated in your tears as you watched him take everything out of the bags for you to put them away.

Waltzing back in the room, he begins changing into his loungewear, the outfits you think he looks sexiest in.

“How did your day go? Was it okay at least?” If you weren’t crying before, you were now, a throaty sob etched its way from your chest, quickly followed by more tears and wails of sadness; you just needed him to hold you.

“I guess that’s a no.” He chuckled softly, a gentle: C’mere, Baby murmured into your hair as he pulled you back into his chest, enveloping you in his comforting earthy, aromatic, and warm spicy scent. After you cried, you droned on about your shitty day, how your period only heightened every insecurity and every single emotion known to man.

He didn’t have much to say, only humming to show he was still listening as he petted and massaged your body. He planted sweet kisses on top of your head and along your cheeks, thumbing at your waist as he showered you in loving praise and sweet: I love you’s.

“Wan’ you inside,” you begged after a moment, gripping his plain t-shirt in between your fingers as you nosed you face further into his neck. “Please, Keigo, wan’ you s’bad.”

He shushes you with a loving kiss, shimming you gently onto your back as he lays with you chest-to-chest, yet still mindful of your tender breasts.

“I’m right here, Pretty girl.” He says, intertwining your hand with his, giving it a firm squeeze as he pulls away to search your face for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he resumes his long and slow kisses, making sure not to leave any parts of you untouched.

He peels away your clothes after his own before wrapping his arms around your middle to coax your body into his. You wrap your legs around him, moaning as his fingers slip between your bodies to rub against your clit. He refrains from taking your nipples into his mouth, instead leaving fluttering kisses across your chest and neck as he inches his cock near the entrance of your now dripping pussy.

“You ready, Angel? Hm?” He pulls his face from your neck to rest his forehead against yours, rubbing his lips against your own as he awaits your permission. You simply nod your head with a desperate: please, gasping at the pleasure of him filling you up inch-by-inch. The sound of his deep and guttural groans has you clenching around him, whining at the intrusion.

Giving you a moment to adjust, he sets a slow pace after your nod of confirmation. With your hands intertwined, he takes his opposite to rest on your cheek, guiding you to meet his passionate kisses of love. You both quickly find a compatible rhythm, your hips lifting to meet his own.

“Haah—Gonna make it all better, Dove.” He promises in-between moans and kisses, his cock pummeling deeper inside as he presses his hand against your stomach. He shifts his knees lower, angling his dick for your sweet spot, hips meeting yours harder-and-harder in his desperate attempt to please you.

You throw your head back as fingers make quick work over your clit, rubbing delicious circles as he pants into your neck. Lewd moans of your name leave his lips in a hurry as he holds himself back from pinning you down and chasing his own pleasure.

“You like it when I take you like this? Huh?” He purrs into your ear, accentuating his words with a deep thrust, chuckling at your squeal of pleasure.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you nice and slow don’t you, Sweet girl?” As his hips pick up in force you begin to feel the nauseas ache in your lower belly begin to unravel, your previous worries forgotten entirely. The only thought in your mind screaming: more, more, more as he fucks you into complete submission.

“Fuck—I’m almost there, Angel.” He confesses and so are you, your nails raking themselves down his right shoulder as your legs tighten around his slim waist.

His hips begin to pick up in pace as you beg for his cum inside you, feeling almost pathetic for how badly you need it: to feel loved and taken care of, held and treated with so much care like you could break. As he held you tighter, the overwhelming feeling caused every muscle in your body to stiffen and collapse all at once. You finished with a cry of his name as he came with you, a series of fucks, shits, and i love you so fucking much.

You’re both sweating and heaving as you come down from your respected highs, a dopey smile stretches over his face before he’s burrowing himself back into your chest, slowly slipping himself out of you. He perks up instantly, reaching over into your dresser for a pack of wet wipes to clean you both off of sticky cum and blood.

After he carries you in-and-out of the bathroom, lecturing you when you fought him because you were too tired. “Gotta stay safe, Baby.” He said, though you were grateful you didn’t have to walk.

Setting you back down onto your bed, he wraps you in your blankets as he pulls out a baggie with two joints cramped together, one much larger and untouched than the other.

“Why don’t you light us a joint and I’ll go make you a bowl of ice cream, hm? You can put on whatever you want and I’ll order us some takeout later. Sound good?” He says with a stand and a much needed stretch before leaning back over you to give you another kiss. You nod, silently thanking him again for going out of his way to take care of you.

“No need to thank me baby, I’ll be right back okay?” You nod again, watching as he rolls his sweatpants back over his hips and tossing you his forgotten shirt for you to wear before he exits the room. You take his shirt in your hands and pull it up to your nose, sighing at the smell of the same woody-amber fragrance of his cologne paired with his natural musk. You slip the shirt back over your head to do as he says, after all, you might as well when he takes such good care of you.

[grimstrawberry]

dyke activities

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Tomura: I'd be a terrible hero. I'd be at home and get a call that an emergency happened and be like "I literally just sat down".

Dabi: Did you mean: Hawks

[artist-rat]

woag... went down the memory lane and reminisced this post. so, cat rescuers au canon ft. @iijadraws 's oc this time <3 sofie hawke you will always be famous to me

[poppy5991]

Hawks: I was just in the neighborhood.

Endeavor: Ah, okay

Shoto: Don’t you live on the opposite side of the country? How are you ‘in the neighborhood’?

Hawks:

[takami-takami]

hello! (if you're comfortable answering) what are your personal favorite nsfw headcanons of keigo while in a romantic relationship? loved your recent post about him + post nut clarity hahaha that was really interesting

BOY AM I GLAD YOU ASKED!

He's a switch. A million percent. A very, very sexually repressed switch. As a person, he tends to grip tightly to his little indulgences, like food and sweets, because that's all he has. Once he feels comfortable with you, once he has you to himself, he gets very feral and very, very indulgent to both of your desires. Don't be fooled though, he's still a romantic at heart!

Man eats pussy for his own pleasure. You think this is just for you? Oh, honey. He's a glutton for it, dedicated to dragging every whimper and scream he can get from your lips. He's content as can be to stay between your legs for hours.

Not a traditional sadist, but he gets a sick thrill from bullying and teasing you. He loves to watch you squirm in embarassment and humiliation; it's his favorite little game to play.

Doesn't like hurting you for real– Well. Maybe just a little. He occasionally enjoys scratching you up, biting, etc. Will probably slap you around a little if you ask nicely; not because he likes to hurt you per say, but because it's just so cute when you beg for it. He adores when you melt under his touch, a submissive mess.

He is a masochist, though.

Big on mutual ownership. It tugs at his heartstrings. How this manifests in bed: Maybe he collars you, maybe the idea of petplay makes the tips of his feathers tremble and spread out possessively. Who knows!

One thing's for sure, he fucking loathes that he can't let you mark his neck with lovebites like he does yours because of his job. He'll be such a crybaby about it, you'll have to console him.

[amimochi]

Watching the last episode gave 'I'm afraid I won't be able to do the right thing.' from Tim in ep.6 a new perspective

In 1957 in a way is a very low point morally for Tim. He was disillusioned with many things in his life: Mccarthy, religious and Hawk. When he let Hawk back into his life, he just accept an affair relationship with him even saying 'I promise I won't be any trouble. I've got no expectation.' which goes against all Tim's prior value of being good and honest.

It was seeing baby Jackson in the hospital that snap him back to his old self and think about what's right and what's wrong. In that moment he realized that he should do the 'right thing' which is to let Hawk be with his family.

That's why in ep.6 he was so afraid, not just going to prison but of Hawk. He's afraid that will make the same mistake and give in like he did in 1957. But finally he did the right thing, he turned himself in.

[celticcatgirl2]

“Are you seriously checking out the customer’s ass?”

“Oh shut up you are too…”

“Touché”

[eggsdrawings]

they hate each other (they are dating)