#i hurted myself

[hehe-69]

Solavellan haunts my every waking moment, I can’t stop thinking about them, thinking about Solas.

Veilgaurd Spoilers

Imagine knowing you cannot give to me all of you because you are still bounded to the will of someone you called “friend”. Bounded and enslaved to a purpose and wanting so desperately to leave that purpose behind so that you could have them and give them all of you.

But you can’t, they have your heart, they consume you completely but you cannot. You are ruined and twisted.

Thats a different level of pain, wanting, yearning, waiting, for 10 STINKING YEARSSSS but knowing you can’t give them what they deserve, what you so desperately want to give them, that you cannot HAVE THEM.

And believing you are too far gone for them to love you, that you are to twisted and rustiness to be loved but they still do, they FORGIVE you after you lied and betrayed them and all you have to do is stop but you can’t.

You’re bounded to this purpose because of the enslavement to someone who stole you from the fade you loved and twisted your purpose in ways that no other spirit has been twisted.

And finally you are free, but you wouldn’t dare ask them to go with you not after all you’ve done. But they choose you again forever and always. They choose to love you and they love you willingly and unconditionally in such a mind bogglingly beautiful way. It makes me SICK and the most wonderful of ways.

I wish we got to see more of Solas and Inky, they are so complex and beautiful and pure in their love for each other.

Inky’s love makes Solas pure again, it makes him whole again, it makes him him again. It makes him something more than he was in the beginning, it gives him hope.😭😭

The fact that his fist decisions that aren’t influenced by Mythal is him seeking atonement and choosing to be with Inky and letting himself BE LOVED FOR ONCE.

They make me want to write again

I will never not choose them to have their happy ending I physically cannot do it not after everything they’ve both suffered.

Varric died trying to save Solas I feel like not redeeming Solas goes against what Varric sacrificed himself for. He loved his friends so deeply he risked his life trying to save him from himself. Varric always wanted happy endings to his stories and for his friends, the least I can do is honor him by giving this one the one he wanted. The one that Solavellan DESERVES.

This game is, at its core, about many different shades of love and devotion and the many ways that it can be twisted to distorted beyond the point of recognition.

I mean LOOK AT HIS FACE WHEN HE LOOKS INTO HER EYES IM GONNA PUNCH A TREE

[lilaclilyroses]

This could be a reverse Robin au but that’s not my intention. I want Steph to be angry and powerful!!! Im thinking that after Black Mask kills Stephanie Brown she is resurrected by her father who stole a vial of liquid from the Lazarus Pit. Instead of this being an act of love, Author Brown uses this to get her to work with him. He says he forgives her for working with Batman, that it’s even a blessing in disguise because she knows inside information. Stephanie pretends to work with her father for a while while she gets stronger and gains allies. She eventually kills Roman Sionis for revenge and takes his place as the Black Mask. She throws her father back in jail with her new found power and names herself as one of the top crime lords in Gotham city. Stephanie is sick of Batman and his rules, and Tim Drake who originally pushed his superior morals on her. The Batfamily for never really believing in her, who never gave her the tools to succeed. Her father who took advantage of her at every turn and made her life a living hell. Her mom who never thought she was worth getting sober for. This whole damn city for never accepting help. Well Stephanie will never let herself be hurt by anyone again, this time she’s made sure of it.

[functionally-medicated]

I hurted myself making this and I EXTRA hurted myself by using How Did It End?

[insonniacaotica]

In my mind, when Jason beat up Tim in Teen Titans Tower he was actually beating up his failed child self in his head.

[garlic-burger-derger]

WHAT YALL KNOW ABOUT SET IT OFFF!!!

[wreckrinho]

Lol i just hurted my lil handy cuz i was dancing by the sound of Take a Slice by Glass Animals fucking blasting in my smart TV. Its hurting nd bleededsgn

I fucked up my hand cuz im dumb enough to just punch the wall while dancingggggg...it was an accidenttttttttttt :(

Idk i just wamt to say it :^ meeejgkvvkslvkv

Edit: i just burned myself with the tea i made...Why universe?

[scribblesandink]

Quotes from Chapter 10 of my WIP. I made myself cry

[kai-beanz]

So, I'm gonna be sad for a moment because yeah.

(long ass rant under cut)

I tore my acl 10 days after my birthday. I was only allowed to be this new age for 10 days. It's really upsetting. Especially because I don't really have anyone to talk to. All of my friends no longer talk to me. But at least I have my boyfriend!(YIPPEE)

But like, my sister doesn't want to spend time with me, my parents are either busy or don't want to spend time with me either.

I don't feel like the age I am. Sometimes I feel like a small child, begging for attention because no one wants to play with me, or other times I feel like an old man who gets ignored by all of his family.

Like even if I had friends, I wouldn't be able to hang out with them.

I heard my parents talking to my sister the other day, and their conversation made me really upset. Here's how it went:

Sister: why do you want to take us (her and her friends) so many places?

Mom: because we want you to be able to spend time with your friends, we want you to have a good summer.

Dad: Yeah, exactly.

They've never done anything like that for me. Like literally never. Not even a "do you wanna hang out with your friends this weekend?"

It's so boring and draining sitting around doing literally nothing all the time. I was really looking forward to this summer, and now I can't do anything.

I'm just, really struggling with a lot of things right now. I've gotten sadder, I guess. I think my mental health is rapidly declining. Plus I'm in constant physical pain. Nothing I do is enjoyable anymore. I don't think I even like baking anymore.

I don't know what to do.

[deepwebgirl]

Things I want to do again but I can't... 💔

[pages-n-rhythmz]

There's a hole in my heart that goes deeper everyday

Nothing can kill me, I'm already dead.

[depressedtrenchcoatbees]

[ciszxa]

tak bardzo chciałabym umrzeć, ale boję się, że inni będą się tym za bardzo przejmować

[functionally-medicated]

Had the idea to use The Prophecy for this show and Ep 12 gave me the rest 😭

[vartouhix]

you ever write something so sad for your muse that you're crying while writing it? yeah.

[potter-pavlikovsky-popchyk]

Me listening to sad songs for my fav characters/fandom/ships instead of doing the things I need to? More likely than you think.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.