#yes he is.

[k-kizkhalifa]

jesus the moment vessel says: “oooooh let’s talk about chemistry” i fkn faint. every time.

[mewtillidae]

people have probably found this already but

the text here does have a couple letters blocked out but i decoded what i could parse and.

IT SAYS "CHONKY BOI"

[fvrtvne]

PART II : REUNION (for @magecrashout)

years had faded kirkwall from surface memory, and alcohol did just the trick of keeping the nightmares at bay. seas of corpses still riled and stoked the occasional dream—blood pooling like waves over cobblestones—but through the strumming, panicked heartbeat of isabela's, she knew she was truly alive. barely, but alive all the same.

when varric had petitioned for her aid in a holy conquest, she'd almost laughed it off, thinking it some half-drunk whimsy of his. but he was an old friend, one of the few constants from those years who hadn't turned his back. she owed him enough to at least consider it, even if the idea of trekking to skyhold felt like some maker-blighted joke. still, curiosity—if not loyalty—had its claws in her. and so, she went.

the approach was harrowing, the cold biting straight through her leathers despite the fur-lined boots and heavy coat she’d donned for the journey. isabela loathed the mountains. they were dry and bone-deep miserable, the opposite of her beloved seas. to her, cold air didn’t belong anywhere near a sailor—she wanted salt, not frost, in her hair. and yet, as she approached the gates, another chill sank in: an old, familiar pang of longing. for a fleeting moment, she tossed a glance over her shoulder, half-expecting someone to appear at her side, trading biting remarks or, at the very least, a smirk.

but there was no one. only the snow, crunching beneath her boots.

inside the walls of skyhold, the warmth of a fire barely made up for the parade of holy fervor. maker's breath, was she really surrounded by people who called themselves the 'inquisition'? she bit back a laugh and instead sought out varric, who greeted her as if she’d just stepped off the docks in kirkwall. his tone was as roguish as ever, and his arms opened wide in that way of his that instantly reminded her of better days.

" rivaini! " he bellowed, stocky and swaggering, a knight of some sort trailing behind him like a lost mabari pup.

she managed a smirk. " varric! didn't expect your…religious awakening to involve full plate armor and a babysitter. you’ve really outdone yourself. "

it was easy enough to fall back into their old rhythm. between them, many drinks were shared, and laughter came easier than she’d thought it might, though only when the subject strayed far from kirkwall. varric had a knack for smoothing over jagged memories with well-placed humor, steering the conversation into shallow, safe waters. still, she caught the occasional flicker in his gaze—a sideways glance that lingered too long, a measured silence before his next joke. he was weighing her, she realized, measuring whether the past had softened her or rendered her edges sharper.

she let him avoid hawke's name for a while, but the unspoken weight in the room gnawed at her. as much as she wanted to leave that chapter buried, its ghost haunted every corner of her thoughts. it wasn’t anger or guilt—not exactly. more like a bruise you couldn’t help but press, just to feel where it still hurt.

the nights in skyhold only made it worse. whatever dreams the fade stirred weren’t worth the few hours of sleep she managed. corpses filled her dreams, drowning her in a tide of blood and chaos that dragged her down no matter how hard she fought. waking was little better—each sunrise felt like another battle she was losing.

she must've looked rough, because it didn’t take much for varric to suggest an unusual solution. " anti-magic runes, " he’d said, all too casually, like he wasn’t up to something. " there's a vault nearby. cold as a nug’s ass, but quiet as death. might help you get some proper sleep. "

" maker, you’re convincing, " she muttered, arms crossed over her chest as she followed him through the halls. the frost nipped at her ears, her breath puffing white in the air as they approached the heavy door.

varric kept up his usual patter, regaling her with stories of aveline and kirkwall's newest disasters, but the ease in his voice felt a little too practiced. she noticed, but let it slide. maybe she wanted to let it slide.

when they stopped in front of the vault, varric slapped the door with a grin that was just a shade too wide. " don't worry about it, rivaini. i'll come check on you in about eight hours.

get yourself some beauty sleep—you’re starting to look like twice-baked nug-shit. can’t have that, can we? "

" about eight hours? " she snorted, already reaching for the door handle. " there better be— "

" blankets and plenty of rum. trust me. " he pushed lightly at the small of her back, ushering her inside before she could protest.

the door slammed shut with a resounding thud before she even realized he wasn’t following. " maker’s balls, varric! " she hissed, turning to face the sealed vault.

the room was sparse, save for a large mattress piled with mismatched blankets and a bottle of something dark sitting on a crate nearby. isabela dragged herself toward the makeshift bed, muttering under her breath. " andraste’s tits, you bloody dwarf. i swear if this is your idea of a joke… "

she flopped onto the mattress, shivering as she burrowed under the blankets. the air was still, the faint hum of magic-dampening runes thrumming in the walls. it was unnervingly quiet—almost peaceful if not for the rising suspicion that varric had set her up for something.

uncorking the bottle of rum, she took a long pull before setting it aside, her back pressing against the steady hum of the wall. the quiet felt strange, heavy in a way she couldn’t place, but it tugged at her all the same. as her eyes fluttered and the room blurred into shadow, she let out a soft sigh. maybe, just this once, she could let herself sleep.

[winterswake]

[bloodwr4th-a]

"Why Nas? What about her made you think- she it. She's the one?"

ask questions about kol's relationship.

" for one, she doesn't judge me for my past and current actions. she actually is supportive of my twisted and dark mind. she would kill for me just like i would kill for her. she kinda hate klaus as well. she saw something in me that no one, and i meant no one has saw before. she also challenge me but don’t go tell her that. i love surprising her with this type of things. she loves blood as much as i do too. so, she is so wife material. " / @malka-lisitsa &. @wickedslip.

[s1ushyz]

Frank iero, the silliest fucking man I've ever seen.

[bigbearwilliamson]

youre a big softie

“No I ain’t.”

[mistake-responsibility]

Woah!!! Little dude alert!!!

-🌂

I’m not THAT little!

[ittybittyluci]

Thank you so much for answering my ask!! I adore your takes <3 If I ever think of anything else to ask ill be sure to drop them in your inbox. 💗

Hehehe! Thank you, of course! It was a pleasure! You are welcome back anytime ;)

[goldensunset]

you! tumblr user!

[durisicle]

disney+ and chill

based on: x

[gothamitee]

What will you be tonight? That’s the question

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[eydilily]

(look at what i have to offer) — this is the spider's nest.

[hunny-k]

This is the funniest way you could've put it

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.