#i simply cannot deal

[doingpushupsindrag]

okay so I love gerard in every era (as seen above)

but just LOOK at reunion him

[annadelveys]

jaime lannister's tag is really an inhospitable environment. its all braime & then, bafflingly, stuff like this:

[sunshinesteviee]

the fucking entitlement of some people on this website is ASTOUNDING

[adhdandcomics]

whoever needs to hear this: if you got a disability, if you don’t know if you have something, if you ever think “it’s not that bad” if you have a thing about guilt, if you’re ill, Anything: listen. it is okay to throw things away.

you can throw it away. if it sucks and it stresses you the fuck out, if you just “need the right time to fix it” for the past 3 months. or years. if you loved it once upon a time but it makes you feel kinda weird and guilty now. if it’s a jacket youve reaaaally been meaning to mend and then donate. a jar of sauce that “all you have to do” is clean out to recycle but it’s been a week and now there’s a small colony growing in it. slowly shredding to bits fabric scraps you plan to use to fix something. busted picture frame. cracked mug. old shoes. extra box. an entire pack of granola bars that you hate so much but don’t want to waste.

life is already so goddamn difficult for us. i know you still care about recycling and the environment and sustainability. but it’s okay, i promise. sometimes you have to take care of your space. sometimes you have to cut your losses so you can actually have energy to recycle the next thing. get rid of the old shirt before it turns into a tornado pile of guilt under the bed. you’re not a bad person. you can throw this one away.

[vaguely-concerned]

just had the thought 'in the end the most important thing varric taught rook was how to make a home for, with, and in other people' and then I had to go lie down on the floor and clutch at my head in unceasing agony for a few hours, as you may well imagine. hawke and the kirkwall crew........ in the end you kind of saved the world a bit in the most characteristically indirect and chaotic of ways. not by anything in particular that you did or achieved or accomplished (lmao imagine!), but just by -- having existed, and by the love that was always there, despite it all, in all its imperfections, even when no one was saved by it in the end. you're not here right now and you're not quite haunting the narrative but I hear your voices bickering and arguing and laughing from the other room. (and so, I think, does varric. all the time.)

'did you think you mattered, hawke? did you think anything you ever did mattered?' yeah actually, varric says with da2 and keeps saying through the series. you were here. and I loved you. and as it turns out that mattered more than almost anything in the world, no matter how long it lasted or how fucked up it was at the time or what else happens, because varric manages to pass that feeling, that intangible... home, that echo of you all as you were together, that love, hopefully the best parts of it, on to someone else for them to bring with them on their journey, with their family. and maybe the world will be kinder this time. you never know. merrill's line of 'Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.' varric's greatest fear of becoming his parents. even through the wreck and the ruin of the world, ghosts upon ghosts upon ghosts of love -- malcolm hawke, who we never even see, but his life touched hawke's and hawke's touched varric's and varric's touched rook's and rook is passing it on to the family they're creating. the unbroken legacy of love shines through in ways that are stronger and stranger than any magic. help

[essektheylyss]

Okay but the confirmation that the Granddaughter is supposed to have reached a state of tranquility and detachment but hasn't, and is instead aggressively and desperately shoving down all of their emotions without being able to excise them has sent them to the top of my faves list immediately.

I'm also really looking forward to seeing if the Fold wizard on deck survives whatever just happened, because I would love to find out if all Granddaughters have actually excised their emotions, or if in reality, they're supposed to be practicing tranquility but don't actually have a grasp on that until later, after their Realization. I would not be surprised to learn, especially after Artifice's whisper last episode, that this is something of an initiatory secret that isn't meant to be fully understood until later, once Realization has been had.

[ofwrxth]

"Do you hear yourself?" Elliot laughs, unable to find a logical train of thought in her words. Of course, the same can be said of his own but he'd never admit as much. "Okay, well, there you go – you've got the last word. Is that all?" It feels like they're saying the same thing and nothing at all and somehow speaking a different language from each other at the exact time. He shakes his head again (it's a miracle he hasn't given himself a concussion) and exhales loudly. "So you're saying you sent the bottle over because you didn't want to get my attention?" Elliot feels his frustration bubbling over, yanking his cap off and raking a hand through his hair before setting it right again. Honestly, she makes him want to pull out his hair. How can one woman bother him so much? "Is that what you'd prefer?" he asks in his best imitation of someone who's trying not to seem like they care too much, all the while unaware that as they'd been arguing, the distance had begun to close between them, "that I care more than you?" He looks down at her now, unbothered about encroaching on her space as his voice lowers slightly. "Let's say you're right... what then, Aiyla?"

;

"Because sometimes I'm not busy." Aiyla answered quickly, possibly a little too rehearsed but it was better than admitting she had moments of weakness where she missed talking to him. Why she had them she had no idea because he infuriated her, and a few moments in his company reminded her how annoying Elliot Cross really was. Anybody listening would notice how they run in circles, switching their arguments and saying the same thing as one another. "I wanted the last word because you walked off before I could even respond." Aiyla held her own, gaining an awkward sway from the discussion because it was looming dangerously near the feelings she wanted to hide. "If that means I care then what does it say about you, standing here and talking to me at the same time? And coming over to me while your date was in the bathroom. Clearly you care more than I do."

[gunsatthaphan]

"let's take it slow."

[kaleidoscopeminds]

he said 😊🌈😄

[lavellane]

"Presenting Her Worship, the Lady Inquisitor Ashara Dhavise of Clan Lavellan, First to Keeper Deshanna Lavellan, Anointee of the Second Inquisition, Herald of Andraste, Right Hand of Divine Victoria, Vessel of the Vir'Abelasan, Comtesse of Kirkwall, Lady of Skyhold, Slayer of the false god Corypheus, Slayer of the false god Hakkon, Slayer of the false god Fen'harel."

[alwaysonthemend]

this is the most terrible thing ive ever experienced why would you do this to me

have you ever thought of Jake pretending to be a big tough guy? one that’s immune to the cuteness of animals? baby animals, even? or Jake that’s so certain he’s a dog person, that cats just aren’t his thing, but absolutely melting at the sight of a stray kitten you brought home? yeah, it’s probably a good thing. anyway, here’s that thought:

“Jake?” You called out as you gently kicked the door shut behind you. The sound echoed off the walls, bouncing down the hallway and landing somewhere amidst the empty living room. You weren’t sure if he was home, or if he was, what he was even doing. That was a minimal worry compared to the one you had for the kitten in your hands, bundled in a towel you had found in your backseat. “Jake!” You called a little louder, but not enough to scare the already nervous animal seeking comfort in your arms.

You carefully made your way down the hall, cautious not to move too suddenly. When you broke into the kitchen, the lights were off and the house seemed even more silent than before. Feeling a shred of defeat, you flicked the light switch on, realizing you would likely have to navigate this on your own. “It’s not so scary, is it?” You asked, looking down at the towel. From your position, you could only see the tip of an ear poking from the hole you had made for the kittens head. “We’re gonna get you all cleaned up.” You couldn’t help but feel a little anxiety at the thought of Jake’s reaction. In your time of knowing him, it had always been quite apparent that he was a dog person. Although the never spoke blatant distaste for cats, he also hadn’t ever given an idea that he was fond of them. Plus, since moving in together, neither of you had offered an idea as large as a pet, and you weren’t sure if he would be interested in such a big commitment yet.

“Who are you talking to?” A grumble from the doorway made you jump. You looked up, eyes wide in shock at the intrusion. Jake stood, eyes heavy and clad in only sweatpants.

“Did I wake you up?” You asked, regret apparent in your question. He waved you off, shaking his head, even though it was quite obvious.

“Just dozed off…” he trailed off, stare landing on your hands. “Uh, what’s that?” He raised an eyebrow, looking up to you.

“This? Oh, just an old towel that was in my car.” You gave a nervous laugh, not really certain why you were lying about it. He was bound to find out eventually.

“Talking to a towel? That’s new for you.” He noted, not believing a word you said.

“I wasn’t talking to the towel.” You defended, narrowing your gaze at him showing your distaste for his smart comment. “I was talking to myself.” As the words left your mouth, you understood that your answer had not made you seem any less insane. He watched you, eyes flickering between your face and your arms. Before you could think of anything else to say, a small meow broke through the silence. You two had a bit of a staring content, neither sure of what to say, nor what to do.

“Y/n,” he said, a hint of warning in his tone. “Is that a cat?” Your defensive nature turned into one of defeat.

“Yes, but before you get upset, he was tiny and alone on the side of the road. How could I just leave him there?”

“We can bring him to a shelter,” he offered, almost unwilling to discuss the topic. As hurt as you seemed, he just wasn’t sure if a cat was his first, or favourite idea for expanding the family. “That way he’s safe, but he doesn’t have to stay here.”

“Jake, just look at him!” You exclaimed, maneuvering the towel to show off the small animal.

“Nope, don’t want to.” He shook his head, casting his glance to the floor.

“Please,” you begged, now making it so the kittens head was fully in view, surrounded by the soft fabric. As nervous as it may have been, it was incredibly content just being held by you. “Look at his little face,” you cooed, gently scratching his head. Through the thickness of the towel, you felt a little purr, which only melted your heart even more. You took a step closer to him, making it harder for him to ignore you. Eventually, once you were in front of him, he couldn’t resist looking at you any longer. “He’s just so hungry, and little…” Only slightly, his head turned towards you. The stony expression he had adorned previously seemed to crack, softness taking over his eyes. His gaze flickered from the kitten, then up to you. After a moment, he gave in.

“Fine, we can feed him and clean him up, then we’ll take him to the shelter.” He sighed. You fought back a smile, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before he changed his mind completely. “We don’t have cat food.”

“I think there’s leftover chicken in the fridge from last night. Or there’s a probably a can of tuna or something in the cupboard.” You theorized. He looked like he was fighting the urge to pet the cat, so instead he nodded in agreement. He left your side, immediately following your verbal guidance. You took a seat at the table, making sure to hold the towel close to you while you did so. After a few moments, Jake took a seat beside you with the food you had previously mentioned. You carefully placed the towel on the table, straightening it out so the kitten could walk freely.

“You’re a little beggar, you know that? Come into my house and eat my food.” Jake grumbled, pulling out a small bit of the plain chicken breast. The cat perked up at the smell of it, immediately taking a step towards him. Instead of feeding it, he placed the food on the table. He repeated the action a few times, smiling more every time the kitten eagerly responded.

“He likes you.” You informed him, noticing the cat’s affiliation with his attention.

“He can like me all he wants, but he’s not staying.” He noticed the animals attention shift to the can sitting beside it, giving it a little sniff of curiosity. “You want to try that, instead? Chicken isn’t good enough for you?” Although his words were gruff, his tone was light. He opened the can, placing it in front of the kitten in a timely fashion. It immediately began eating away at the contents, just happy to have food. You both fell into a silence and you began to worry he really was annoyed with you. That was, until you heard a small mutter of words that made your heart swell with joy. “You like tuna? Is that your favourite?” The words were coated with affection, spoken in the same tone you would speak to a baby with. You couldn’t fight back the smile that broke onto your lips. Suddenly, Jake stood, going to the sink and flicking on the tap. He grabbed a shallow bowl, holding it under the stream for a moment. He returned to you, setting the bowl beside the can. You looked over to him, a smug grin stuck on your face. “What? He needs water, too.” He defended.

As the cat made itself at home, Jake slipped his arm around your shoulder. It was a silent show of affection, one that told you he wasn’t upset with you at all. When he placed a kiss to the side of your head, you were more than aware that this would be the newest member of the family. “He is kind of cute, isn’t he?”

“I think so.” You giggled, reaching out to give the animal a small pet. You both settled into your seats, content with watching the cat explore its surroundings. After a few moments of curious looks, it took a few steps towards you both. With caution, it approached Jakes hand that was resting on the table. Jake was still, watching it closely. Eventually, once it was familiar with him, it nudged his hand with its head. As if he was completely defeated, he let out a groan. Immediately after, he gave the cat a few pets. When the cat began to purr, his hard exterior melted away entirely.

He picked it up, the animal giving him no protest at all, and brought it to his chest. He held it to him, scratching behind its ear with a smile on his lips. “I think it would be okay if he stayed with us tonight.” He murmured, looking down at the ball of fluff in his hand. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get you cleaned up and you can sleep in bed with us tonight?” As he spoke, the kitten let out a yawn, then it’s eyes slowly drifted shut. “You’re tired? You eat all of our food and then just go to bed? Such a hard life to live.” He cooed, but there was no hint annoyance in his voice at all. After a moment, the purring slowed to a stop, because the kitten had fallen asleep in his hand. Slowly, Jake turned to you. His eyes were glistening with love, completely wooed by cuteness of the animal.

“What do you want to name him?” You teased.

“Shut up.” He grumbled, but his attempt at sounding annoyed was futile. “Sparrow?” The word was barely spoken, so quiet that you almost missed it. You let out a laugh, nodding your head in agreement.

“Yeah, I think that’s perfect.” He gave you a grin, thrilled that you liked the idea. “I love you, Jake.”

“I love you.” He hummed as he leaned over and placed a kiss to your lips, quickly forgetting he ever contested the idea of keeping the kitten at all.

this post was made by a certified cat lover and Jake kiszka enthusiast. no, I will never recover from this. thanks for asking though

[crehador]

SCREAM nijimen did a "top 10 hpmi characters who seem like they would spend the most time getting ready in the morning" or something poll and hifumi came in at a smooth smooth first place. it wasn't even close

i'll put the full results beneath a cut

hifumi 627 votes

jyushi 552 votes

ramuda 537 votes

hitoya 408 votes

jyuto 279 votes

ichijiku 268 votes

gentaro 213 votes

jakurai 173 votes

nemu 161 votes

otome 153 votes

honobono 144 votes

rosho 80 votes

samatoki 71 votes

jiro 68 votes

sasara 48 votes

ichiro 43 votes

saburo 42 votes

rei 40 votes

doppo 30 votes

kuko 25 votes

the list literally stops here so we can only imagine how many votes dice and rio got. and i'm imagining a big fat well-deserved zero for them both

[toruq]

[doortotomorrow]

memori in every episode » red sky at morning

[bookishtheaterlover7]

FUCK SHIT!!!

WTF, MARVEL!!!

You're taking the "Extinction" part of Tolerance is Extinction, WAY TOO LITERALLY...

Jesus... It's like fucking Civil War, meets Infinity War, meets Endgame, meets Mortal Kombat!!!

WTF AND YOU SERIOUSLY CANNOT WRAP ALL OF THIS UP IN ONE MORE FUCKING EPISODE!!!

Don't you dare make me wait, a whole fucking year to see it wrapped up 😭😭😭😭😭

[sillygoofyqueer]

Not really an ask but you need a break! Also, love your aus and little rants, I'm so thoroughly invested!!

You're a little sweetheart and I'm clinging to you like a little snake - you are now NOT getting rid of me ever ever again. And, siiiigh, I do need a bit of a break...I've still got fanfiction to write (chapter fifteen of Losing Hope is well underway, for any of those bothered) and I've got LEARNING. GOD. RUDE. I'm still going to be...extremely active, but crowyuan shall be taking a (likely very) short break, just so I can catch up on other things lmao. It won't be longer than a few days, because I still have asks to get to and a lot of yapping to do!!! But yeah, feel free to send asks n shit, because all will be answered after my few days break!!!