it’s raining for the next week and a half, and i so badly do not want to be at work but in bed, window cracked so i can hear the rain, vinyl softly playing on the record player, a hot coffee sitting on my nightstand, my cat cuddled up next to me, all while playing zelda and not having a care in the world

harriet is still the same height but instead she wears those disco platform shoes so she just towers over everything i think

Experimental, learning peace of latest evening's expressions - a gentle drop, and ode, and thought of young and so demure to ways unspeakable<з

Here y’all go. The man himself. He’s so mid I felt nothing while drawing him 🙄

Some Jesse and Preston headcanons ig. They used to be friends in college. ( bitter exes? Probably.)

🌹🕯️nameless ghoulettes x f!reader moodboard 🕯️🌹

it always forever comes back to him

Hi, I just wondered what your favourite part of the Fenhawke romance was? Like, a scene/moment that really made you fall more in love with him? I love your writing so much!!

Oh, that is very kind of you to say! 💗I'm glad you enjoy the things I've written. I've really been enjoying writing for this ship, especially the past few months c:

As for your question...

Man, that's tough. I have a hard time picking one thing---I mean, *gestures to all the fic* you know? But I can narrow it down to a couple of scenes/elements:

The fact that a romanced Fenris still calls you "my friend" even after the act 2 romance scene. This is just...the bedrock of their relationship to me. Yes, that night went very poorly (understatement, I know), but at the core they are friends and he trusts Hawke in a way he's likely never had the cause or opportunity to trust someone before. I believe he never stopped loving Hawke, and it was a matter of laying those feelings out and understanding them one at a time. Romantic love not replacing platonic love or eclipsing it, but building or twining together is just... *chef's kiss* that's the good stuff.

The moment during the romance conversation in Act 3 when you can see Fenris go from hoping (painfully hoping!) that there is still some way he and Hawke can be together to actually believing it will happen. There is a shift in his body language that I could watch (and...have) over and over.

The element of choice? This is not going to be coherent, but the fact that he is learning for the first time what it means to have options and preferences, and he spends a lot of time exploring and understanding himself...and after all of that, the thing he keeps coming back to is Hawke. I think it's gorgeous. A song with refrains of pain or fear and choruses of decision and hope. He's loyal to a fault, in many ways, but understanding how much of himself exists to share and then still choosing to share it is just...man. I said this wasn't going to be coherent lol, so there you are. "If there is a future to be had..." like he doubts its existence but he's willing to chance it for Hawke. Man.

But, honestly? I've played DA2 a lot of times and never romanced another character, even though I've played through multiple romance storylines in each of the other games. I can't shake the Fenris romance. Every time I open a new playthrough, I tell myself that this is the time I'm going to romance Isabela, and every time Fenris rips that dude's heart out and I just......alright, yeah. Okay. Here we go again.

snippet sunday 🫧

hi, pals <3 i think. i think i'm about to come down with the worst sinus infection of my life so if i'm extra mia just know it's because i'm fighting demons

please enjoy a new bad things happen fic, where eddie and buck are forced to watch their house burn down??

The smell of smoke wakes him up, sharp and hot and smothering. It swirls in the air, mixing with mint and vanilla and eucalyptus, his cologne and their shampoo and that expensive detergent Buck likes so much, and Eddie has half a mind bitch at Buck for not showering before climbing into bed before he realizes their last shift was two days ago.  Hysteria rockets through his system, cold like polar ice. He rolls around beneath the sheets, frantic and nervous, and slaps Buck’s shoulder till he wakes up.  Buck groans, lifts his head out from beneath his pillow, and slurs, “Wha’s goin’ on?” because it’s 3:17 in the morning and it’s still three hours before their alarm rings to get Chris ready for school and there’s no reason for them to be up yet.  “Fire,” he says, sliding off the bed and shuffling on the icy tiles in his bare feet. It startles him, wakes him up even more than the fire.  Buck makes another noise, bewildered and a little slow. “Huh?”  “The house is on fire, Buck!”  It’s quiet for a moment, nothing at all except a telltale crackling of burning wood, and then Buck’s falling out of bed, slamming his head against the bedside table and slipping in the pool of sheets in the floor. He blinks, adjusting to the darkness of their bedroom; the smell of smoke has only gotten stronger, fluttering around them like fog rising from a secluded pond, and the look on his face when he realizes what’s going on reminds Eddie of when he was shot years ago. 

i was tagged by @try-set-me-on-fire, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @hippolotamus, @watchyourbuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @exhuastedpigeon, @wikiangela, @daffi-990, and @giddyupbuck

and i'm gonna no pressure tag @callmenewbie, @eddiediaztho, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @callaplums, @folk-fae and whoever else wants to share pls consider yourself tagged 🫶🏼

ps i'll be back later to gush over everyone's snippets and inspirations from yesterday okay i just have to rest a lil bit first please <3

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this is going to sound sooo silly but I AM so!

I just want to be someone's pretty girl so bad:(

and not because I think i'm pretty, in fact I struggle with seeing that at all– but because someone just needs to adore me and cherish me and make sure I feel so seen, so important, that they just love making me feel special. in turn I get to be called something so soft and sweet and completely their's!

i'm just being emotional and dramatic but I wore a new sweater and did my hair differently today (not anything fancy just differently) and no one at work even spared a glance my way! not that I want attention from any of my coworkers lmao and yes I have the self image and confidence of a worn down run over piece of cement but it would be so nice to have someone to wake up to or come home to who wants to let me know they see me🥺

reminiscing.

yearning

Look, someone on the internet was surprised to find out that people view Gytha Ogg as a sexual character, so I thought I'd do a poll.

I'M BORED GIVE ME BTS BACK

I'm experiencing existential shrimp emotions and yet still expected to play nice and go to work and it's just. Man. Man. I wanna sit around and think and feel until I reach some sort of tenable equilibrium. Not just crush the intensity under my heel into apathy, or at least the false facade of apathy. I care too deeply! Let me care about every little thing intensely and consumptively! I don't WANT to not be like this.

Your tag about the intersection between grief and homesickness fucked me up ngl. Im dealing with the grief of suddenly losing my father and I never thought of it like that but you're so right that's exactly what it feels like

oh anon :( I am so, so sorry you are going through this. in my own experience, the first few months after unexpectedly losing my own father felt like when you were a little kid at a sleepover you didn’t really want to be at—everyone sleeps soundly but you have this indescribable, aching feeling in your chest of I just want to go home, please let me go home. it’s smothering, more than unbearable, and it doesn’t leave.

this kind of grief makes you feel like a little kid again. but not in a good way. home isn’t really anywhere anymore without the person who made it feel like one.

I hope your grief eases soon. It’s lifelong, but it does get easier, in time.

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