#btw the four scenes are:

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Check out. The fully-sexual charged cinematic movement design.

Cnetizens: How did the director come up with the idea to have him kneel on a playing card, adding so much aesthetic energy, is that some kind of genius?

[tuxedkitt]

Reedcat and Doomcat because I’ve been thinking about the F4 for a loooong minute

OG images

[spark-circuit]

watching a therapist play Slay The Princess (Euro Brady) and I love how he;

overanalysed the Cheated so much he trusted the Razor blindly

started to break down some good psychology stuff on four of the Voices - right before all of the other Voices got dragged into it (to his instantaneous regret and comedic dread)

practically becomes canon Long Quiet as he starts pleading with the Narrator to take him over again and find a way to shut all the Voices up

[annt-i]

Alex and Mrs. Jones at Ian's funeral.

[hawkstincan]

“You’re fucking with me,” said Trent, desperately grasping at straws. They had provided absolutely no evidence or information he hadn’t already mentioned. This was a fucking prank. “You’re fucking with me.” “Would the man who dipped you in front of a screaming preacher lie to you?” said Beard, and despite the fact it was said with little expression and an even tone, he somehow managed to convey a shit-eating grin with his words alone.

inspired by preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two by @trentcrimminallybeautiful and without my poor attempts of coloring

[housewifebuck]

[loquaciousquark]

when will eppie hawke and fenris meet tavish and astarion? (:

"And anyway, it won't be that bad. One last little Fade rift. We'll barricade it up as best we can, send a message to Skyhold, go home, and—"

One of the craggy footholds crumbles away beneath Hawke's foot, and it's only Fenris's quick hand that saves her from a plummet back down the side of the barren mountain. "Hawke, please."

"Please yourself. I said you didn't have to come."

Fenris throws her a longsuffering look, the flickering green lightning of the rift casting weird shadows over his eyes, but he doesn't let go of her arm until she's got both feet on solid ground again. "Just seal it and let this be done."

"My heart's only desire, lover," Hawke says, smiling, just as another pair of voices rises from the other side of the rift.

"Careful—careful! It shocks like the entire Hells are in there. Where's Gale?"

"Wherever Karlach dropped him, I suppose, with that little sprained ankle of his. No, I see them, they're almost here. Come away, darling. No need to get so dramatically close."

"This, from you?" says the woman, just as she and her fellow voice round the far edge of the rift. "Oh!"

"Well!" Hawke says almost at the same moment. Two of them after all: a short, slim woman with auburn hair pulled back in a low tail, and a tall, lithe man with hair as white as Fenris's and eyes that gleam like rubies. The man has a dagger drawn already, a thin smile playing over his face; the woman's fingers rest on her sheathed rapier, but her gaze is open, friendly. Hawke plants her staff on the rocky ground in as welcoming a gesture as she can manage. "Fancy running into someone like you up here of all places."

"I could say the same," the woman says. The green rift, still hanging between them and stretching a good twenty feet into the sky, gives an ominous rumble. "Our wizard's been fretting about magical disturbances along the city's borders for weeks. He finally traces the source to this location, and here you are at the heart of it. I'd like to believe it's coincidence."

"Alas," Hawke says, "one of my greatest faults is a terrible habit of being around when things begin. Fenris can attest to that better than most." She lays a hand on Fenris's shoulder, but he's stiff as iron, eyes glued to the man's dagger, and he's reached back for the hilt of his greatsword. "I'm Hawke, by the way."

"Call me Tav."

"And I'm Astarion," the man says grandly, accompanied by a wholly unnecessary flourish of his dagger. "We're here to steal the world."

"Save it," Tav says sharply.

"Of course, my dear. Save the world. What did I say?"

Fenris makes a short, disgusted noise, but Hawke's pleased to see he's let go of his own sword. She doesn't think this Astarion is going to kill them—not easily, anyway—and she likes the look of Tav despite herself. Both of them quick on their feet, she thinks, both moving gracefully with an innate, self-assured balance. As Tav steps around the rift Astarion moves with her like water, without even needing to see where she's gone. It reminds her a great deal of Fenris and herself, actually, though Hawke would give an arm to trust her own feet that much.

Fenris, it seems, has come to similar conclusions, and he rolls his shoulders as he releases their tension. Even his voice has lost its nascent fury, which for Fenris is practically friendly in situations like this. "The rift is dangerous. We will guard it until the Inquisitor can seal it permanently. Be on your way."

"Inquisitor?" drawls Astarion with that same, thin-lipped smile. "Sounds like someone from dear Shadowheart's former enclave, don't you think?"

"I don't think they're Sharran," Tav says. "Are you?"

"What a speculative look you've put on," Hawke says, delighted. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. Unless you'd like me to be Sharran, in which case, I most certainly am and in fact have always been."

Both Fenris and Astarion roll their eyes—hilarious in its own right, but heightened by the clear antipathy still remaining between them. Fenris sighs. "Hawke—"

The rift explodes.

Green lightning shatters over the rocky cliff. The rumble bursts into a deafening roar; the faint breeze that had been dancing around them sweeps up into a hurricane. The air cracks and snaps with a sudden smell of ozone.

Hawke throws her hand over her eyes. She can't see—the wind tears her hair from its bindings and she can't see past the brilliant flashes of blazing green and she can't hear— "Fenris!"

Someone's fingers wrap around hers. She wrenches up her staff, calls for fire—for ice—for anything—but the rift has become a maelstrom and every scrap of magic sucks into the raging whirl before she can shape it. Her boots skid on the stone as she tries to brace against the inexorable pull, pebbles and rocks rattling along every step. She can't—the hand wrapped around hers has seized tight as a vise, but she's slipping anyway, and Maker, she can't—

A man's echoing voice, stripped bare of all artifice, wild with fear: "Tav!"

The wind dies. Not slowly, not gradually; it falls off like someone's upturned a glass over the rocky cliff, and Hawke's ears roar in the sudden silence. The wind is gone, and the rift is gone with it as if it had never been, the thunderous clouds that had been swirling above it already dissipating to glimpses of blue morning sky.

"Andraste preserve me," Hawke says, loud in the quiet, and she looks over to see Tav still crouched against the face of the mountain. One of Tav's hands clutches a dagger she'd wedged deep into a stony crevice; the other is still wrapped tight around Hawke's wrist where she'd pulled her away from the tempest.

No sign of Fenris. No sign of the other one—Astarion. A long white scrape in the stone marks where Fenris's sword had sought and failed to find purchase, disappearing at the precise place where the rift had torn itself open.

Gone. Gone, gone. Her heart hammers in her throat, and she indulges in thirty seconds of agonizing grief before she sets it aside, turns, and pulls Tav to her feet.

"Well," Hawke says at last. "Looks like it's just you and me, then. Ready for an adventure?"

"Yes," Tav says, her grip on Hawke's hand like steel, and her eyes blaze. "You and me. Let's get them back."

—

Everything hurts. Everything godsdamned hurts, and Astarion lets out a pained groan as he rolls to his back and drops his arm over his face. His ears ring like bells, and something twinges painfully in his left hip, and the inconvenient sun has decided to blaze right in his face and gods damn it, he'd known they ought to wait for Gale. Wretched wizard and his weak ankles. Wretched Tav and her complete inability—

"Tav," Astarion says, and sits bolt upright.

No Tav. Not even the dark-haired sorcerer with the wide smile. Just that taciturn warrior in leather and half-plate seated on a rock a few feet away, watching Astarion get his bearings, his greatsword slung across his knees and a deeply sour look on his tattooed face. The skies above them are clear and blue as a song.

No Tav. No Hawke. No rift. No plan, and no company besides an irascible stranger with the same sudden look of dawning horror.

"Venhedis."

"Shit."

[kstaki]

The little extra from their little 'picnic' scene. (My previous post on this scene is here)

I AM SO GLAD they added scene for this moment especially SURELY THE BAD GUYS wouldn't have NOT thought to attack them while they are resting up right?????

So yeah I LOVE how they are able to just have fun & rest without worrying about being attacked.

It small scene but thankful for it especially THE SMALL SCENE WITH IROKI & KARASU! =D

[lonesomedreamer]

STAR TREK REWATCH ☆ “Mudd’s Women” (1x06)

Oh, the sound of male ego. You travel halfway across the galaxy, and it’s still the same song.

[bloodbuzz-ohio]

The O.C. 1.07 The Escape (requested by anonymous)

[revvlation]

"I am not those men. I am Salahuddin. Salahuddin."

[kyouka-supremacy]

Reasons to watch hit anime Psycho-Pass if you're a Bungou Stray Dogs enthusiast:

Detectives

Very cool discussions on morals

The protagonist is voiced by Lucy's va, and she's fabulous. (No I'm not kidding. one of the best written female characters I've ever seen if I can speak on the matter.)

You know the whole stray dogs symbolism that is everywhere in bsd? Well pp has that with hunting dogs

Characters will be quoting irl authors every two scenes so there's that

Gay people no queerbait!! Like actual gay people™ being gay™!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And in love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know how bsd has this kind of very annoying character who makes his coworkers lives miserable that is kind of fun to watch but you'd hate to meet irl? There's a character like that in pp too and she's a woman so I count it as a win

Complex and elaborate characters!!!! Human characters!!!! Characters that question their beliefs!!!!

A character that kinda looks like Tanizaki and a character that kinda looks like Poe

Also I'm aware there's a venn diagram of people who like bsd and ynm so you'll be delighted to find out the first season manga adaptation is illustrated by the same artist of the ynm manga

Don't watch the third season it's not worth it

[hyperfixationsposting]

i think season two of dbda should be literally the exact same as season one except they show it so that all of the ghosts (edwin and charles included) don’t appear so we get to see how mental crystal and niko look to everyone else :)

[ginkovskij]

i am deeply unwell about this

[swiftviolets]

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You're lookin' good, ah lookin' so good She's lookin' good, just like I knew that she would ♫

[lumaxramblings]

fruity four is like "STEDDIE!!! oh well and yeah steve's lesbian sidekicks I guess"

YUUUUPPP.

and i mean. we're used to that with robin unfortunately (she's been fulfilling the spot as steve's gay mentor in many people's hornygrove's fanfictions :/) and that's frustrating in and of itself (according to rr, she's literally JUST found out she's a lesbian a year or so ago and has told exactly One person. girl she wouldn't know what bisexuality is) but it's also very frustrating w nancy

because many fruity four enjoyers don't even like nancy. and/or don't include her in general with fruity four and only ever talk about eddie, robin and steve. they either hate her for "breaking steve's heart" in s2 (steve hurt her more than she ever hurt him. Btw) or they just don't include her because, maybe subconsciously, she isn't "queer enough" for them.

n that last one is it's own can of worms but it's just so fascinating to me how they consistently treat ronance, robin, and nancy like shit, all in different ways. it's like. they were tryna speedrun the "how badly can you treat female characters" speedrun