#Are you kidding me?

[justatallstick]

UR JOKING.

[angrybell]

And hopefully a larger size of that image.

[evermoredeluxe]

🥰🥺☺️🙂‍↕️

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier and Keanu Reeves at the INmusic Festival

📸 ruthlessimagery

[imjustwritingg]

I’ve truly never lost a day in my life as a Trasse stan.

[goddesspharo]

Glen Powell at the Sundance Film Festival premiere of Hit Man

[divinelovers]

and you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever

[ir-abelas-vhenan]

Did Someone Say Running Back to Fiction to Cope??

It's probably safe to call this Me Losing My Mind over Veilguard 5/??

One of the things upsetting me the absolute most is no mention from the Inquisitor about Varric's death. Perhaps the most integral storytelling mechanism and all around champion of reluctant heroes has been taken away from us, and one of the people he was closest to doesn't feel even a little compelled to discuss him with his apprentice?

I'm still a little dumbfounded, clearly.

Even if we as fans didn't deserve better, Varric deserved better. I've always believed that the better the character, the better a death they deserve when it's their time to go.

So anyways. In my smooth pea brain, I can't reconcile a world in which Lavellan shows up with her unconditional love blazing without first confronting and resolving the fact that her love has led to the death of one of her closest friends. So it's back to the drawing (writing?) board to soothe my disappointed soul.

I saw a version of Varric's letter to a Solas-mancing Lavellan that was datamined and ran with it.

One: All the Words Unwritten

Charter,

Yes, the trail went cold, but we haven’t entirely lost it. Solas left us a little farewell note. So I’m not giving up just yet. Maybe it’s gullible of me, but I know the Inquisitor feels the same: Solas isn’t too far gone to save. And she’d never forgive me if I didn’t try. But I don’t think I’m wrong here. Solas didn’t have to warn me and Harding off the chase when he could’ve killed us like the others who came after him. I don’t think he wants to do this. So, I’m taking the chance. Tell the Inquisitor…tell her I’ll bring him back.

—Varric

Her first tear spatters onto the parchment. The final sentence becomes an ink-stained massacre, and she throws it far away before she can lose any more of the handwriting she’ll never again see waiting for her above the seal representing his best friend’s house. Her palms bite into the unsanded wood, welcoming the bite of pain as she shoves back from the recovered tree stump she’s been using as a desk.

“Inquisitor.”

Morrigan’s voice doesn’t register, hardly rises over the sound of blood rushing through her ears like an open wound. Gods, wrong comparison . But there it is, playing out against the darkness of her eyelids every time she blinks to try and stem the flow of more tears. The wound in Varric’s chest, gushing with no one to hold pressure over it, to ensure the rise and fall of his sternum until help could arrive, no one to watch his back because the woman who did it best is no longer able to. This too, is her fault, and there has hardly been a conversation in the years that followed where she hasn’t looked into Varric’s quieter, sadder eyes and wanted to beg him for a forgiveness she knows he’d have frowned at her for needing. 

It had been her job to keep him safe now, her promise to Hawke that the choice to become another martyred hero in Ferelden’s bloody history wasn’t in vain. And here was the proof at last that she was every inch the fantasy-addled fool bards wrote about when inspiration ran dry. Here was the proof that her hope was a mantle, weighing down everyone around her until there was nothing left but blurred ink and bloodstained pages in the famed Inquisitor Lavellan’s wake. 

[nikethestatue]

Is this not the hottest thing ever?

The imagery is so beautiful. Do we want to talk about golden threads binding them?

“Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms. He, too, wore his Illyrian armour, Elain's golden-brown hair snagging in some of the black scales across his chest and shoulders.

He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door.

Elain peered up at his patient, solemn face.

Azriel smiled faintly. 'Would you like me to show you the garden?'

She seemed so small before him, so fragile compared to the scales of his fighting leathers, the breadth of his shoulders. The wings peeking over them.

But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded- just once.

Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldn't tell if she was looking at his blue Siphons or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, 'Beautiful.'

Colour bloomed high on Azriel's golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.”

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 4x8 Breaking Point

[justatallstick]

jayvik …. but … at what cost …

[angy-grrr]

yeah, im sure Trump as president is going to make things soooo much better for all the people in Palestine, Congo, Sudan, Yemen, and the US as a whole. So good that some people were able to keep their great morals for themselves/s

[phantom-of-the-501st]

On CX-2 Being Tech

Don't get me wrong, I am still on the "CX-2 is Tech" delulu train but we only have 4 episodes left and if it is him, how are we supposed to tackle all of that in a short amount of time?

We're talking a revelation that it is Tech, the Batch coming to terms with that, whatever brainwashing he will have had to go through (is that gonna be reversed, is he left like that?), having him come back to the squad, or maybe even accepting that he is just gone now etc. etc.

That's a hell of a lot to fit in and I'm not totally convinced they can do it 😬

[natjennie]

im sorry for falling in love with the captain.. as if its my fault. he's a middle aged deeply sad quirky autistic gay man. like what did you want me to do. not be obsessed with him?

[appayip]

“Take off your clothes.”

“I am going through, uh, Sam’s new pages-“

“Clothes off, face down in the coffin. You can read them to me while I fuck you.”

[ohhiplumbob]

wowowowowoowow ok @okruee just killed me with this hair, it’s absolutely beautiful.