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Dennis Cole

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L'épisode "Au secours !".

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Dennis Cole

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Podcast Actor Dennis Cole Golden Age of Radio Tribute

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Check out the pilot episode for the BEARCATS TV show, two adventurers are hired to bring back a hijacked train from Mexico. 

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Lego pride stuffffsssss. I may still make more later containing more divisive ships (mostly Ninjago and Bionicle, mostly main cast ships, divisive only because of shipwars, no plans on including anything problematic), but here's the initial batch. Characters who are either: officially, canonically LGBTQIA+ (which wasn't many tbh), characters who are heavily implied to be (Cole), or characters that have been adopted by the fandom as LGBTQIA+ (Takanuva, Jetjack x Faith)

(Edit: in light of the LMK s4 special, I've added Peng!)

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Happy Caribbean American Heritage Month

Happy Caribbean American Heritage Month! We’re celebrating as we do, with queer Caribbean fiction! Middle Grade Hurricane Child by Kacen Callender Being born during a hurricane is considered unlucky where twelve-year-old Caroline Murphy lives, and she has had her share of bad luck lately. She’s hated and bullied by everyone in her small school on St. Thomas of the US Virgin Islands. A spirit only…

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oooo for Cole & Anders this week: “it wasn’t supposed to go this far.”

happy writing!

-inquisimer

Thank you so much for this prompt! I had a lot of fun with it. For @dadrunkwriting

While not featured directly, my Hawke in this one is Scorpius, who uses they/them pronouns.

It’s cold in Skyhold, which Anders supposes he should have expected. It’s a giant fortress in the mountains, after all, it’s bound to be cold. That doesn’t mean Anders has to like it. 

He isn't even supposed to be here. Hawke had specifically told him that they were doing this alone, that Anders needed to stay put and stay safe. But Anders has never been great at doing what he's told and he's even worse at sitting back and doing nothing while huge things go on around him.

Hawke needs him, if they're willing to admit it or not. 

“Maker's breath,” Anders sits with the rebel mages, breathing warmth onto his chilled hands. “It's freezing.”

One of the mages beside him laughs bitterly. “Tell me about it,” he says. 

Anders rises to his feet. “I think I'm going to take a walk,” he says. “Explore the new place.”

The mage raises an eyebrow. “Do you want company?”

“No, no. I'll be alright on my own.” He waves him off. “You can stay here, Levyn.”

Levyn nods. “Alright. Just come back in one piece.”

Anders smiles. “No promises.” He walks off.

Anders like Levyn. He's the first person Anders has been able to get close to in a long time. They'd run into each other on the road to Skyhold and decided to travel together. As much as Anders loves Hawke and Fenris, it's been nice to be around someone else for a change.

“Feeling freeing friendship. I like Levyn. He's like me. He doesn't know the real me, but he makes me smile. It's nice to not be alone.” 

Anders spins around at the sound of a voice, raising his staff. “Who goes there?” 

“No one.” A young man stands before Anders, with shaggy blond hair and an oversized hat. “I don't mean any harm. You're happy. That's good.”

Anders narrows his eyes as something inside of him bristles at the presence of this man. Man? No, there's something more there. Something different that Justice can sense. This isn't an ordinary man. 

“Declare yourself, spirit,” Anders demands, brandishing his staff at the creature. 

The spirit tilts its head. “Now you're worried. I didn't mean to upset you. Here, I'll make you forget and I'll try again.”

Something washes over Anders and for a moment, he's confused. Then, he feels the familiar warmth of Justice beneath his skin and the sensation passes. 

The creature stares at Anders, looking confused. “You won't forget.” There's bewilderment in its tone. 

Anders steps forward. “Your tricks won't work on me, demon.”

“I'm not a demon.”

“What are you then?”

“Solas calls me spirit. Varric calls me kid.”

Varric. The one who called Hawke here, who Anders hasn't seen in years. Not since Anders destroyed the chantry and Kirkwall along with it.

Guilt pools in his chest at just the thought of his old friend. At what he did to him, everything he took away. It needed to be done, but that doesn't relieve Anders of the guilt. 

“Choices had to be made and you had to be the one to make them. Friends are fleeting, just like a sense of home. You never wanted to hurt anyone, but too many were already hurting.”

“Stop that,” Anders snaps. “Get out of my head.” 

“I want to help.” The spirit takes a step closer. “Let me help.”

Anders grits his teeth. “I've had enough help from spirits, thank you.”

The spirit tilts its head, staring intently at Anders. “Justice was your friend, now it scares you.”

“I said get out of my head.” Anders doesn't like the way this kid– spirit– thing makes him feel: like he's misjudged a step and lost his balance. 

“But–”

“Are you bothering people again, kid?” A familiar voice calls out from not too far away. 

Varric. Shit. Anders can't begin to describe the myriad of emotions that pass through him at the sound of his old friend's voice, still distinct and familiar despite the time that has passed.

The spirit looks at Anders and then looks over his shoulder before turning his gaze back to Anders. “If you don't want to see him, I can help.” He extends a hand. 

Anders, in his panic, accepts it. 

The spirit leads Anders through the crowd as though they're invisible, darting between people without pause until they're far enough away that Varric won't catch them.  

Anders takes a breath of air, trying to will his frantic heart to stop beating so loudly in his ears. “Thank you,” he says. 

“Why are you avoiding Varric?” The spirit asks. 

Anders studies the spirit. It seems harmless enough, but the same could have been said of Justice many years ago. “He's upset with me.”

“Because of what you did?”

“Yes.”

“Guilt. Regret. Remorse. A lot of people died because of what you did, but you didn't know another way out. It hurts to think about.”

“I–” Anders swallows. “It wasn't supposed to go this far. I just wanted– but everyone blames me.” 

It hurts, being the scapegoat for an entire war. Yes, he felt that the war was necessary, but it wasn't supposed to happen like this. Templars and mages killing each other without caring about the civilians caught in the crossfire, the rebel mages taken hostage by something more dangerous than themselves, all of it is so much bigger than Anders ever could have predicted. 

He didn't want this, but this is the path he chose. 

“You think Varric hates you.” The spirit pauses. “You think the Hawke hates you too.”

Anders looks away.

“Fear. Burning bright like fire inside you. Hawke must hate you like you hate yourself, it's easy to hate you.”

Anders doesn't much care for hearing his thoughts verbalized by a spirit, so he raises his hand. “Don't,” he requests. “Please.”

The spirit opens its mouth, but then shuts it again. 

“Where's Hawke?” Anders asks the only question he cares to know the answer to. 

The spirit fidgets with its fingers. “The Hawke is gone.” 

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in j cole we trust 🧏🏾‍♀️

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L'épisode "Bal dans la nuit".

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Edgar: women are hot

Edgar: men are hot

Edgar: non-binary people are hot

Edgar: why is everyone so fucking hot?!

Locke: global warming?

Edgar: that's- that's not- well I mean technically yes, but-

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victoria von hemen and cole armstrong drag twins

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Check out the TV movie Powderkeg that served as the pilot for the series Bearcats! in my Rumble GUYWITHBEER CLASSIC TV channel. 

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Cat Ballou (1965) Elliot Silverstein

September 21st 2024

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Sep 26

DENNIS COLES & SHURRIE DIGGS Wu-Tang: An American Saga · 1.06: "Impossible"

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Happy Friday! How about “I’m sorry. I know it hurts.” for Anders and Cole?

Thank you for the prompt! For @dadrunkwriting

Content warning for suicidal thoughts in this one.

My Hawke is Scorpius, who uses they/them pronouns.

Hawke is gone. 

That’s what Varric said. Gone. Left to die alone in the Fade, fighting some demon. 

It isn’t fair. Haven’t they suffered enough? Haven’t they given enough of themself for other people? Why are they the one who has to give up everything all the time? 

Hasn’t Anders lost enough? Hasn’t Fenris? 

Anders stands on the battlements in Skyhold and stares down at the ground. He could jump. He could hopefully be reunited with Hawke in some afterlife, if there is one. Would someone like him even be welcomed at the Maker’s side? After all he’s done, he doubts it.

Still, it feels like it might almost be worth a try. Anything to see Hawke again. 

“Don't jump.” A voice speaks out behind him and Anders turns to see the spirit who's been following him around since he got to Skyhold.

The spirit can be unnerving at times, but he's harmless according to Varric and Anders is inclined to agree. Fenris has different opinions on Cole, but he isn't as actively hostile towards him as he might once have been, which Anders takes as progress. 

Still, Anders doesn't appreciate the way Cole can go rooting around in his emotions, dragging all the darker thoughts to the surface. 

“I'd like to be alone,” Anders says as calmly as he can manage. 

Cole stares into him. “If I leave, you might jump.” He pauses. “Twisting hurt, all tangled up inside. What am I without them?”

“Stop.” Anders holds up a hand. “This isn't– don't try to stop me. Please.”

“You're hurting.” The spirit sounds distressed. “I want to make it stop hurting.”

“Nothing will stop it from hurting!” Anders snaps, his frustration boiling over. “Hawke is gone and it isn't something that can just be fixed! I was never supposed to live this long anyway, I was only– it was all for them!”

Cole watches him and creeps forward. “I used to think death was the only way to stop it hurting,” he says. “But I know better now. Rhys taught me better.” He fiddles with his fingers, standing on the tips of his toes. He seems young like this, scared and uncertain. “You have to feel the hurt to get better. Sometimes it stops hurting later.”

Anders laughs bitterly,  looking back over the wall. “This kind of hurt doesn't just go away.”

He's met with silence and for a moment, he thinks maybe the spirit gave up and left him, but then he speaks again. 

“But it changes.” He takes a silent step towards Anders. “You thought the Hawke wouldn't forgive you, would hurt you to save you, would kill you for justice, but they didn't. They spared you, saved you, and you kept living. The hurt changed inside of you, became something more bearable, something worth living with.”

“Stop that.” Anders takes a step back and bats at the air like he can swat Cole's eerie powers away as easily as a fly. “You don't know anything about what I've been through.”

“I'm sorry,” Cole says and he sounds so sincere it's painful. “I know it hurts.”

“It does more than hurt, it…” But Anders doesn't have the words for what he feels. Hurt, yes. Desperate, overwhelmed, hopeless. “It's like a piece of me is gone.”

Cole approaches him with open arms. “Like a wound, bleeding, burning, empty.” He sounds like he understands. 

Anders nods. 

“Wounds heal,” Cole says. “It might not feel like that forever. It could get better.” There's a lilt at the end of his sentence, almost like he's questioning if what he says is even true. Something about that is endearing.

Anders sighs. “Perhaps,” he says, but he doesn't stop staring over the edge.

Cole doesn't leave his side.