#//through my tears

[justcallmecal]

Last Stardust

Quietly with the receding rainfall The night wind, it suddenly withdrawals With my broken heart I stand alone Only silence at my side

TW: death, (response to Luke's death)

Cal slowly walked into the library closing the door behind him, he'd radioed the other librarians to let them know the library would be closed for the day. As well as had put up a sign, with whatever that video had been he didn't trust the computers not to get overwhelmed by people wanting to watch it.

If he was honest though he hardly cared about that, he could hear whines when he walked fully in. He wasn't sure how he'd known she'd be here, but he knew Luke. No foul play. The words echoed in his head as he walked towards his office. He'd swing by the police station tell them that was accurate, because why else would Lady be here?

When he opens the door she bowls him over, barely managing to keep her in his lap. Behind her he can see her things laid out, a bed, along with food and water. Swallowing he presses his face against the side of Lady's neck, she'd been likely to bolt until she seemed to sense the overwhelming anxiety that was creeping on him.

"So my brother decided to stay home instead of coming with, kind of wish he had cause this road is creepy as fuck."

He can feel his shoulders trembling, Mallory's video playing in his head. The fear she'd felt when those things had come for her, she'd called out for him and he hadn't been there. Had Luke felt that same fear? They had dinner together and he hadn't realized how much he'd really been hurting.

He's not sure how long he sits there, just clinging onto Lady. Getting up he grabs her things into a bag, his apartment isn't big enough for a dog really. Maybe Celia would let him stay until they could find something for him and her. Clipping her leash on he walked back out of the library with her bag over his shoulder. Let's her lead him, isn't surprise when she leads him back to Luke's. It's already been cleared out for the most part.

Unclipping her from her leash he let's her go inside before sitting down in front of the house. He'll get her eventually, suddenly understanding more what Luke had meant that it doesn't feel real. Nothing feels real. Pressing his hands against his eyes he feels his shoulders shaking again, swallows back a sob, "Tell Lincoln we said hi," he mumbles to himself.

[hinamie]

matching eye horror for u and ur back-from-the-dead bestie <333

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] A tender moment.

[Animation timelapse here!]

[AUDIO USED:] Chet Baker - Almost Blue Sound Effects edited by me!

[enigmaticpink]

I think we should take gothic horror away from people until they earn it back

[mxmarsbars]

is it a gift you give or something precious i’m taking?

[jellydragons]

i saw grian and skizz’s bdubs-gnome-thing and IMMEDIATELY started crying actual tears of laughter, these little Creatures are so important to me

[seatoss]

It's not diving underwater, but he still looks pretty good swimming and burrowing up like a mole.

[crowrelli]

ive started watching one piece…. the damage has been done

[dragondawdles]

THE brothers

[hongtonie]

it'll be okay. like hands on a clock, everything will go in circles back to its place. remember, we're together always. it doesn't change, i won't let go of your hand.

[bamsara]

Ashley just fucking broke into a part of my bedroom wall and came out holding a shrew??? HELP????

[beif0ngs]

Pew!

[axoqiii]

pony thieves 💥💥

au notes ⬇️

[aviomons]

All of Grian's signs to other Hermit's in this video.

Excluding Mumbo's because it was kind of a diss on the back of his base. I'm so proud of all the Hermits this season, and i'm so excited for season 10. Can't wait for all the amazing things they will do.

[emipon]

💧

[abyssal-ilk]

playing as a tabris warden and especially playing as a fem tabris warden is just a constant over and over gut punch. you're getting married but then you, your cousin, and several other women from your alienage are kidnapped during your wedding by the arl's son. you slaughter your way out of it to save your cousin and the other women, but there isn't a victory in it— you know there will be retribution for killing a palace full of guards and several nobles even though you were defending yourself and your kin. you're forced to leave your home and join the grey wardens without being given even a single night to recover. you know there will be a purge. you don't know if you'll ever see your family again.

you're taken to ostagar where you are the only woman amongst the grey wardens, and not only that, you are the only elf among them. you remember nessa, the girl in your alienage who was afraid of leaving because she feared what the soldiers would do to her after going so long without seeing a woman. your status as an elf and a woman are constantly remarked upon. you have no choice but to stay. you are fed darkspawn blood by duncan; the blood kills one man while he slaughters the other in front of you. you are supposed to feel grateful to have survived this.

and even later when you seek help from the dalish, what do you learn from zathrian? the same injustices that were inflicted upon you have been repeated over and over for centuries. what do you learn when you seek help from the mages? templars lurk in every corner, always watching, driving mages to the same violence you yourself committed. what do you learn in orzammar? to be a castless woman is to be not considered a person, who's only worth is the children she can bear for the same nobles who keep the castless subjugated. to be chosen by a noble is supposed to be an honor. why does this feel familiar?

AND THEN. what do you learn from the deep roads? darkspawn in all of their corruption are no different; you learn of the broodmothers. it is the same everywhere, no matter where you look. nothing changes. even your other party members, leliana and zevran, have their own stories. and you don't have another choice but to keep pushing on.