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for those of u in need.
i never am active on this blog anymore but i need the solrook brainrotters to see my vision. tell me this song isn’t solrook. tell me rn.
#datv solrook#datv#datv solas#datv rook#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age rook#solas dragon age#dragon age veilguard#solrook#Spotify
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talking to solas as lavellan: hmm i think i see the appeal
talking to solas as rook:
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i never am active on this blog anymore but i need the solrook brainrotters to see my vision. tell me this song isn’t solrook. tell me rn.
#dragon age veilguard#solrook#dav#solas dragon age#dragon age rook#Spotify#datv#datv rook#datv solas#datv solrook#dragon age the veilguard
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lena laughs softly, watching as a little girl follows behind what seems to be her mother before turning her gaze back to the male. "i'm passionate about their passion, let's say." she grins. "i'm a paralegal. nothing exciting. unless the art of law is enticing to you." lena shrugs, moving to adjust her bag strap that hugged heavier on her shoulder as the stranger continuously took interest in conversation with her. it'd be a lot easier of a conversation if her friend had actually shown up, she thought. lena found herself laughing as well as he began to. "what? you look the type! besides, i can bet a lot of money that your stickman would put mine to shame." lena tries to bite back her laughter as she notes it wasn't inherently loud other than the varied mumbles of people around them. it was only at this moment does she actually allowed herself to truly take him in from the corner of her eye. he was taller than her, that was the first assessment. he also had a nice smile, the kind of smile that made people want to just grin back. his voice was also... soft. it wasn't very demanding or domineering in her opinion. what would goldilocks say? just right. "and what's your escape from? what do you do other than draw really nice stick figures?" she jests, grinning playfully.
he nodded along as he listened to her words, knowing all too well what she meant. it felt like he could never escape the way they could; from his thoughts, from his words or from his fears. he longed for that feeling — to feel so outside of himself. "no, you're right. i think that's also part of why i get envious at times. passionate, yet you aren't one. what do you do?" he questioned, part of him initially doubting she'd been an artist herself and finding it a little shocking she wasn't one. he involuntarily let out a soft laugh at her insinuating he could one, deciding to take it as a compliment and he knew it'd be the comment to stick with him for a while after. "i'm also very far from it. though, i can draw a really nice stick figure so not sure where that puts me," he shrugged, attempting a joke. "i'll admit i love coming here to clear my head sometimes. this is my little escape."
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lena feels her cheeks flush as the male seems to be studying her in a way she's slightly unfamiliar with, followed by a 'riveting' that wasn't exactly spoken directly to the painting. "i agree with that, actually. the envy." lena comments, finding herself agreeing with the complete stranger. she lets her eyes move from him, taking in the painting fully as she begins to think out loud. a distraction from the distracting man. "artists always seem so good at escaping, escaping the mundane, and creating beautiful pieces rich with soul and emotion. it's always nice to take a step away from a 9-5 and kind of... take a stroll through their world, seeing things through their eyes..." her voice trails off as she realizes all he asked for was if she was there for business or pleasure and she overshared. "so, passionate is my answer. clearly." she laughs, attempting to hide her embarrassment, her ears growing hot by the second. "though i'm far from an artist myself, you look the type though. so, what about you? anyone who walks into an art show with headphones on is clearly here to enjoy, not mingle."
"maybe so," he shrugged, noting the song change in his headset and moving to turn it off. he let out a soft chuckle at the pun, nodding lightly. "genius. — i think," he started, pausing to turn back to the piece of art before them and inspecting it once again. michael had never been able to sit down and paint; let alone produce anything remotely aesthetically pleasing no matter how hard he tried to growing up. he felt like, at best, he could do a handprint portrait. his talent was words and how beautifully he could weave them together, sometimes in a heartbreaking way. it was fair to assume he wasn't equipped to really judge any art shows, but he enjoyed looking nonetheless. "i think i envy whatever got them into a state of mind to create something like this. it's..." he turned to look at her, as if he was just then starting to notice all her features. "riveting." a moment passes. "you studying, forcibly attending or simply passionate?"
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simplistic yet bold. delicate yet demanding. a whirlwind of paint strokes blending together, dried-up acrylic raised in certain areas that lena found herself resisting the urge to reach out and run her fingertips along it. the painting had encompassed her attention enough to almost make her forget that her friend was nearly an hour late to meet her there. almost. she had stopped checking her phone thirty minutes ago as three texts were left on delivered and there was yet a call from them to explain their absence. maybe they just got caught in traffic. that lie was a lot easier to convince herself of in the first thirty minutes. to be fair, they did say they would try to make it. she couldn't hold it against them if something came up. lena didn't realize just how lost in thought she became, her eyes glazed over and unfocused as hues of paint blurred into something unrecognizable. unsurprisingly, there was a bit of a reality check as a male voice suddenly spoke beside her, causing her to blink a few times to acknowledge the new presence. the female does a quick once over, noting the low hum of music still playing from the headphones around his neck before she gave a small smile. "divinity, probably." she replies, turning her view back to the painting. "or at least a sudden stroke of genius." she jokes, grinning slightly at the accidental pun of the statement. "what do you think?"
there was something about the strokes of the brush on a canvas created by a complete stranger that captivated michael. not for the sole fact that the art was pretty, but because he enjoyed attempting to figure out the artist behind the art. it was almost like a game, a puzzle to put together, a math problem to solve. with his hands shoved into his pockets and the opening tunes of dreams by the cranberries blasting through his headset, he moved onto the next piece of art. his head tilted slightly in discernment as he tried to work through the various possible ideas that could produce the chaos before him. it was then that he noticed a presence on his left, among the number of people walking through, they seemed to be the only two stopping to take a long look at this particular piece. he lowered his headset to hang around his neck, averting his attention to the femme next to him, “what do we think happened here?” / @trcinwreck
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I mean, our lives depend on each other for, like, eternity? That’s my own worst personal nightmare.
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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as THAT dilf
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daisy edgar-jones in her role as marianne in Normal People s1e03
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QUEEN CHARLOTTE & KING GEORGE
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BULLET TRAIN (2022) dir. David Leitch
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AS HE WALKED BY, she got a whiff of his familiar scent; the very scent that had been her place of comfort for so long. the one she desperately sought out in anything that belonged to him just so she’d feel closer to him. it was almost like she was hit with a wave of all the memories they shared before he left and it caused a pang in her chest. she closed her eyes, letting a long sigh out and regaining control of her breathing. hearing her nickname roll of his tongue again made her soften even more, though she tried not to show it. she understood and somehow didn’t at all. she hated him and somehow didn’t at all. she wanted to reach over, cup his cheek in the palm of her hand and wipe away his tears. she wanted to so badly, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready yet. “you mentioned that your dad gave you an ultimatum,” she started, hating how shaky her voice was as opposed to how she imagined she’d sound in her head once she spoke out loud. “what happened there?”
LEO CRINGES AT HER QUESTION, shifting his weight between both his feet with his hands now tucked away safely in his jacket pockets. it was the safest way to keep his hands to himself. “um, yeah. he did.” he clears his throat, eyes scanning his surroundings to take in all the little bits of lu decorated across the area. he mulls over the idea of asking her if she wanted to sit down but for the first time in his life, he felt unsure of what was appropriate to say to lu. he’s already done enough damage, there was no way in hell he’d overstep any boundaries. even if he lacked the knowledge of what the boundaries actually were. “after we graduated,” he finally speaks up, accepting defeat as it was only a matter of time, “i was... needless to say, not exactly the poster child of brilliance at home. my dad wanted me to get a sports scholarship and i dropped out of football, wh-which you know about... and uh, when i told him i didn’t wanna go to college and that i wanted to travel, he lost his shit. he told me... told me that i had two choices. that he would make sure till the day he dies that i’d be completely cut off from the carmona family if i chose to live my own life. or i could go across the country to the college he approved of and the studies of his choosing. and i was a coward. chose the safest way, at least in my mind. but, obviously not anymore.”
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“I’M PRETTY SURE there’s a book where a murder happens at a wedding, the bride is literally godzilla and a couple of affairs are happening. so that about sums up most weddings for me. plus, it kind of feels like its for everyone but the bride and groom. weird. maybe i shouldn’t be saying that before your mom’s wedding though,” he shrugged, though he didn’t mind that he’d have to go to a wedding with her. he’d have to actually put on a show and worst case scenario, he’d have to make it fun himself. “no offense but i’d literally rather try anything else, tucker. pickles and caramel just sound like an abomination.” he stated, a shiver coursing through his body at the though of the weird food concoction. “i guess so, she is a lot more peppy about… everything.” he leaned in slightly, eyes playful and his tone suggestive. “no gag reflex, huh?”
“WAIT, LIKE FUCKING BRIDEZILLA? there’s a whole ass show about that.” she snickers, taking a long drag before pulling it away from her mouth once again. “and don’t worry. my mom is 100% going to make it all about her. maybe bridezilla should interview her for the show.” cherry tilts her head in a disagreeing manner, bringing her pointer finger up as she begins to speak, bopping his nose after each pause. “don’t. knock it. till. you. try it.” she hums, pulling her hand away. as he leans in she cocks an eyebrow at him, leaning in slightly as well as if to match energy, asserting some kind of dominance over the situation. “wouldn’t you like to know, asswipe?” she grins, throwing a wink at him before returning to her own space. “she’s the peppy so i can be the really fuckin’ goofy.”
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SHE ALMOST HATED how she didn’t hate him nearly as much as she thought she would. maybe not even at all. she’d had to learn how to cope with his absence and sometimes, fooling herself into thinking she hated him helped. but other days, it just really fucking sucked. it still wasn’t registering that he was right in front of her and she was sure it would take more than this. her arms remained wrapped around her tight, almost like a full suit of armor, as her tears flowed at his words. when he finished and she gathered up the courage to speak again, she cleared her throat and started, “i wanna know everything,” she said, tone as calm as can be after her life took a complete turn. “what happened? why didn’t you call? or pick up? or even… god, i would’ve settled for a fucking text every month or two. anything.” she felt like she was going in circles again, but she couldn’t even comprehend how he could completely cut her off the way he did. she knew, no matter what though, that she had a soft spot for him. always. before the tears could come flowing in further, she wiped her eyes, cracking the door open even further as a silent invitation. “i-i haven’t.. things have been.. i haven’t been me. without you.”
“I WANTED TO... i just... everytime i opened it up to message you... there was nothing i could say that i felt was enough to make better the fact i left.” it was pitiful how he was hanging onto her every word. acting as if she hung the moon and stars and just her attention gave him hope for reconciliation. he was stiff in his spot, staring intensely at her figure as she appeared to crack the door just a little bit further. enough for him to fit through. an invitation. he held his breath in fear of showing just how much relief the simple movement gave him. he couldn’t hold in the exhale of defeat at her words, though. she was his other half and knowing she would have felt anything close to what he felt the past three years, killed him. “i wish i could be a better man, ma biche.” he mutters, finally tearing his eyes off her as he hands his head low while he walks into her home. the smell of her now enveloped him like a warm blanket, breathing it in deeply. “whatever you want to know, i’ll tell. i’m an open book, lu.”
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