Reblog to have the most homoerotic year of your life 2024

Our little stupid conversation means more to me than you think

when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? with twitter going down, and all that, I thought...perhaps I'll just post a bunch of drawings I was doing these days, and see where it goes:")

Breaking patterns is incredibly hard, becauss our brains love to take the known path, even if it's a bad one.

It takes an immense amount of work, it takes time and it's probably going to be scary. Trusting people after you've been hurt it's insanely scary. It's one of the scariest things I've ever done.

You still need to do it, in order to have good relationship with others.

While your feelings are valid, sometimes your actions aren’t.

For example, if you’re doubting loved ones love you, and you accuse them of not loving you, then that’s not okay. It’s not fair to put that on them.

It’s valid to seek reassurance in healthy ways, but it isn’t fair to your friends when you make accusations. And your friends are valid if they feel hurt and upset and/or need space to deal with their own feelings about the accusations.

yeah

My blorbos!

My dragon age 2 relapse continues and has inflitrated my daily sketches 

waiting for my turn to speak in a conversation and trying not to interrupt literally feels like I'm trying to jump into a game of double dutch

It's the da2 Motif of haunting. "In the days of Arlathan the elders came here to sleep. Uthenera, they called it, the endless sleep. But they don't sleep peacefully anymore". Bertrand's Haunted House. The sibling who stands shadowed out as you select your party. The other sibling dead at the beginning but constantly on your mother's lips. Your mother; a literal corpse brought to life by a man who was so haunted by his dead wife he remade her. Merrill, haunted by the Warden, by her friends who died to the mirror, and by Arlathan. Anders, haunted by Justice and the friends he used to know that he fears he broke; as well as the years in solidary confinment. Fenris; the blue wraith, the lyrium ghost, haunted by slavers and by a master who even now he struggles to be free of. Avelines dead husband. Isabelas mistakes. Abient dialogue; you remind Isabela of a dead sailor she used to know. Malcolm Hawke who you never meet but stands like a ghost at every turn in the narrative. The fact that the villians won't die. Haunting is in da2s bones I'm obsessed with it.

I knew this person that would always, always, come complain in the telegram group chat about not getting enough interactions and/or that they had more likes than reblogs. Like, you could bet your life on them complaining about how their latest post was doing. Usually within a few hours of posting.

Time to be petty on main together lads

A friend of mine was wondering how Scara's burst would look like from the outside. I provided visual explanation

I have seen many gorgeous headcanons for Scaramouche post archon quest.

My mind decided to go for a slightly different approach.

THOR ODINSON, GOD OF HIMBOS

Hi friends, here’s my newest fic~

Fenders + “caught feelings for my fuckbuddy bc he’s nice to my cat”

GUYS READ ALL OF THIS PLEASE PLEASE PL–

actually i love the darkling because I connect to his narrative of a person whonis part of a group that is being violently supressed by others and the government and everyone, including his own mother, keeps telling him to play nice and play by the rules until he goes ape and he doesn't really feel bad about it......

so...yeah. leigh bardugo and the antis can suck my toes. imma stand by my man.