#Feelingssss

[whumpster-dumpster]

Don't mind me melting over the tough one trying not to let on how worried they are about the whumpee right now and not fooling anyone and knowing they're not fooling anyone but it's the only way they know how to cope without breaking 🥺

[theluckywizard]

In Search of a Wayward Bronto

Summary: Desperate to find his brother, Garrett Hawke heads to a blight-ruined stretch of Orlais to search for the Wardens with Varric and Alistair. Amid their misadventures and unending banter, Garrett grapples with past failures and his growing love for Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan.

WC: 6585

Rating: Teen

No CWs

Excerpt below the cut 👇

“I think there’s sand under my eyelids,” complains Varric. “Sand in my shoes. Sand in my hair. Sand in creases I didn’t know I had. And now my Maker-damned eyelids.”

“Hawke, where’s your spyglass?” asks Alistair.

“Check the outside pocket,” says Garrett, taking a swig from his water skin and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He squints through the darkness, scanning for the ritual tower that’s supposed to be right bloody here. They’d sent Liska and Feyrith on to the Inquisition camp ahead of them to reduce their party size on these vast stretches of sand and salt.

Instead, Alistair pulls out that well-worn copy of The Fires of Satinalia Garrett kept, his eyebrow arched high, wrestling with a tenacious grin and losing.

“The Fires of Satinalia?” chuckles Alistair. Garrett plucks it from him and thumbs randomly through the pages, laughing in preparation for the roasting. Alistair snatches it back, dancing out of reach. “Hey Varric— look what Hawke’s had all this time. Contraband.”

Varric saunters over, catching the book Alistair tosses. “Maker, Hawke, really? I thought you were a few pegs above the target audience for this shit.”

“You seem more like a Lurid Lust Charade man, to be honest,” says Alistair. “Or maybe The Pleasure Château.”

“Bit quick on the draw with those titles, aren’t you?” asks Garrett, flashing a grin. He leans into it, desperate for something to lighten his mood. “If you must know. It’s sentimental.” He braces for another savage tide of comments.

“Sentimental? Of velvety candlelit nights with your hand in your drawers?”

“How scurrilous of you, my sweet prince,” rejoins Garrett. “Try ‘velvety candlelit nights making my lover snort brandy through her nose’.”

“Really didn’t need to know that,” says Varric. 

“Pish posh. You’re just envious of my good fortune! How long’s it been for you? Four years? Five?” Varric waves him off.

“Keep your sodding smut,” says Alistair, chucking the book at Garrett’s chest. “Just hang a sock on the tent before you cozy up with it.”

“Spoken like a true connoisseur.”

Alistair huffs an indignant laugh and taps his temple. “I certainly have no need of such things.”

“You never had a stack of poorly drawn tits hidden under your mattress? I find that highly doubtful,” says Garrett.

“The way the sisters would scour the dormitory?” he chuckles. “No.”

“Probably behind a loose brick in the base of a statue of Andraste that they’d all know about,” theorizes Varric.

“Well— it was Hessarian,” admits Alistair, finally fishing out the spyglass. “Impressive guess though.”

Varric smirks. “Adolescents are nothing if not predictable.”

“The prevailing rationale was that Andraste’s holy bosoms would draw suspicion,” says Alistair. “They were— remarkably shapely.”

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[f1-stuff]

Monaco GP '24 // Race Winner

"The special thing about this race is that it's such a small country that I've got everybody here... Exit of Turn 1, I had my best friends. In the pits, I had my family. Everywhere on the track I had friends. And that makes it so incredibly special... A moment I will never forget - I will keep inside of me forever."

[beanghostprincess]

There's just something so inherently beautiful about the way Luffy loves Sanji. Because his perception of Sanji, at the end of the day, is always "he's a good person". Plain. Simple. Easy like that. "You're just like that" is what Luffy tells him. He's just, basically, a kindhearted soul. And he could quite literally list all of his qualities, but he doesn't because he doesn't need to. Why would he do that when the best description for his cook is just saying he has a good heart? The way Luffy perceives Sanji is just so beautiful to me because, while Sanji sees himself as somebody unworthy of love and easily dispensable, Luffy sees him as the representation of kindness itself. For Luffy, food is the epitome of happiness and love. Hunger means wanting something. Eating means taking something you want. And food as a concept means being full. Hunger itself is a need your body asks for, and Luffy has never been shy about it and he takes and takes and enjoys himself until he's completely full. Sanji has been hungry his whole life but has never, not even once, thought about eating out of pleasure, but only need. His job is to cook and to serve and not to eat. And Luffy sees that as the most selfless act of kindness. To create and give food to the ones who need it and want it. Sanji makes others happy, and Luffy can't understand why he keeps depriving himself of the food (happiness) he makes. He does these things out of plain, simple kindness and without expecting anything in return, and Luffy sees that. Luffy sees Sanji's heart served on a silver platter because that's what Sanji offers him every time. And Luffy doesn't want Sanji's heart or selfless acts of kindness. He wants Sanji to be kind without harming himself in the process and actually take what he wants for once (eating). Luffy doesn't get why he keeps torturing himself and giving his everything to others when he could just share it. Sanji has so much frustration and rage and pain and sadness he won't let himself feel, and Luffy is quite literally the definition of "If you need to be mean, be mean to me" (from the song 'I don't smoke' by Mitski) and "If you gave me all the anger you can't swallow I would eat it gladly for you, just don't choke" (I just thought about this thing I'm such a poet).

[leopardmuffinxo]

what if you didn't run this time? what if you stayed, and let love overtake you?

[subsequentibis]

[carly rae jepsen your type playing at max volume]

[fine-not-alright]

reader ... I yelled

[nongnaos]

Mhok's journey in this show has been so good, the way his life has been shaped by his protectiveness for others. He felt loyal to his friends so he fought with them to protect them and ended up in jail, where he couldn't protect his sister. Now he gets to not only care for and protect Day in a professional way but also as a boyfriend who just gets to cook and care for his partner. Being able to heal some part of himself through caring for Day in a way that he brushed off with Rung (not cooking her favourite meal) and now regrets. It feels like finding someone he is able to protect is paramount to Mhok's healing.

The contrast between Mhok and his love for his sister who raised him and Day and his strained relationship with his brother is so apparent in the last ep. We get to see how deep the hurt goes on Day's part and the last few eps will surely deal with them coming to terms with their anger, guilt and grief in relation to their siblings. That feeling of mixed emotions when dealing with tough relationships and the grief of suicide, it's such an interesting contrast, all the things you wish you could do differently versus the anger of the moment.

[leafn0t]

OH GREAT DAWNBREAKER, SURE WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME!?!?

I'm going to cry so much, this going to hurt

[fandom-hoarder]

Gaara's revelation about his mother's love. "Receiving medicine" from his father as he seals him up. Kishimoto, you know how to make me cry

[pixelated-mechanisms-chaos]

Fightin' and chugging cups of tea while doing so lol

[its-joshs-fault]

Ah man. Everything about him is home. We could be a thousand miles away from our bed but seeing him smile or hearing his voice is home. I live inside walls made of his breathing, his laughter, the emerald shade of his eyes. Almost 6 years in and I would die on every battlefield for him. It's so gay. And so, incredibly peaceful.

[catinasink]

grhhgrhghr brain nooooo stop ittttt

[arvadthecursed]

needless to say. I finished Axiom's End this morning. AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[judgement-nishiki]

I am not the most positive person about my art. But hooooly shit, I saw this drawing of ~the ship~ I've had in pause since earlier this year and decided to give it a try to start shading. I removed the colors just to check how the shades were looking so far, zoomed out to get a better view and...

I don't think I've ever gasped a fangirl scream like this

[spookyvalentine]

The way this show loves every single character in it and makes them so whole and textured and SAD I AM SO SAD GOD I LOVE SCISSOR SEVEN