Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ceiling.
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap.
They are the trees, the legs of summer,
and the sun, its passionate face.
Yet often they fail me.
I have so much I want to say,
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc.
But the words aren’t good enough,
the wrong ones kiss me.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
but with the wings of a wren.
But I try to take care
and be gentle to them.
Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.
I love the passion you put when you talk about Benedict C. So I would like to know 5 things you love about him (physically or his personality) take your time. Thanks!
Hello! This kind of ask is always so
hard to answer! But also fun, so sit back and relax…it’s going to
be a long one!
Personality: I have had a few celeb
crushes throughout my years and none have ever stuck, quite like Bc
and it’s because of his personality, his charisma. I have never seen
a celebrity as real as Bc is. This dude can’t hide his dorkness to
save his life and I love that. He’s not pretending to be goofy or
nerdy, this man IS a legit dorkus malorkus. And he’s never ashamed of
that. Sure he can pull it together to be suave and sophisticated when
needed, and who doesn’t love that kind of ‘batch that swoons are made
of, BUT he can’t hide his playfulness and his childlike wonderment
for the world around him.
He’s photo bombed, he’s been moved to
tears, his PDA with Sophie because he’s so proud to have his girl
beside him is just so sweet!!, and if he’s outraged, you bet he’s
going to have his say. This man manages to move about the world like
nobody is watching him, even when all eyes are on him!! and that to
me is amazing. He is always himself.
Regardless of what is
happening in the world, Benedict always comes across as being
grateful for being alive. I’m sure it has to do with his near death
experiences that make him really live the life he’s always wanted.
You can’t just throw the word privileged out there and say well he
grew up privileged and so he had the upper hand in the world. I don’t
agree with that. I know people who have had all the privilege and
done nothing with it. I know of people who have had nothing and have
accomplished so much. It all comes to how you see the world, and Bc
knows there is bad in this world, he knows we as global citizens are
in trouble, but he doesn’t let that stop him from living and working,
and from lending a hand via monetary, personal items, vocal or his
time, to support whatever charity causes he can so they can get
things accomplished. That is the power of Benedict Cumberbatch. He
just cares and he is always trying to be the best human being he can.
I don’t practice that a lot in my own life, but watching Bc and
supporting him, it gives me so much encouragement to keep living and
to keep striving to be the best person I can be and to always stay
true to myself.
His Work Ethic: I think if
anything is synonymous with the name Benedict Cumberbatch, it’s gotta
be his work ethic. The man never seems to take a break! He goes from
one job to the next and he still manages to fit in time with this
family. But most importantly he builds up rapport with everybody
he works with. The Collective have never heard a bad word from
anybody that has worked with Bc. His costars seem to grow to love him
and I mean how can ya not…just read above and try not be
Cumberbatched! To me, Bc doesn’t just see this as a job, as a career
that he’s in to make money. He loves to act, he loves to research and
learn all about what and whom he is playing. He doesn’t just put on
the Belstaff coat and bam! Hes Sherlock, he doesn’t just put on the
Cloak and bam! He’s Doctor Strange, he didn’t just do Smaug’s voice
in a recording booth and call it a day. He actually got on the ground
and became Smaug, he used his entire body to create that voice.
When Benedict uses his
entire body to make the characters come to life it is just amazing.
Listening to Cabin Pressure, he is Martin Crieff!! You can’t see him but just hearing him as Martin and imagining that he is the hapless but well meaning young pilot who’s
always getting the short end of the stick and being bested by
Douglass. It’s more than just the pitch of the voice or the accent,
it’s more than just the costume he puts on. You HEAR it, you SEE it through his
eyes, his hands, his facial expressions. Using all of the body’s movements and senses, that is the Cumberbatch way! Because he takes
becoming these characters very seriously, he works damn hard at creating this
world of fiction to come alive. Even more so when he is playing somebody
who existed in real life, like Alan Turing and Billy Bulger.
Anybody can act. You just
walk in, learn the script and repeat the words, right? Well not if
yer Benedict Cumberbatch. That man will walk in, learn the script,
ask questions, repeat the words and floor everybody in the room,
because he gets right into the heart of what the character is feeling
and thinking. He made me fall in love and sympathize with his Richard
iii, he made me cry when lil Charles was getting berated by his mother, he made
scream in pain at stephen’s first look at his damaged hands and he
made me wish I could hug and comfort his Alan, at the thought of him
losing his Christopher. So yes anybody can act, and anybody can work
at acting, but you have to be Benedict Cumberbatch to be able to pull
it off, flawlessly!
His love for Sophie: We all
know that Bc is such a romantic. He learned it from watching his own
father adore his mother. Bc made it known early on that what he
wanted more than a successful career was to have his own family. To
be married and be a father. To add children to enhance his already growing and rich
life. He finally found that with Sophie Hunter and nothing in this
world makes me happier, than to see Benedict with Sophie. You cannot
deny that the boy has it BAD for that girl and that is why he put a
ring on it and started banging out (pun intended LOL) Cumberbabies
You cannot tell me that when
Bc floated down that red carpet with Sophie during the Oscars 2015,
it was only because he was excited he was nominated for Best Actor.
NOPE. That man floated because he was carrying sunshine wherever he
went and that was because not only was he was being recognized for
his work, but mama was carrying precious cargo in her belly. Of
course Benedict’s work makes him happy, but the life he created with
Sophie, the children they have, is what keeps that sweet man going
because it’s all he’s ever wanted and I’m so glad and grateful to
Sophie for keeping our boy full of sunshine that it radiates from his
entire body and it affects us all in the most beautiful ways. He and
Sophie make relationship goals more than just a hashtag. They make it
a must for all that believe that true love is real and available to
all those who seek it :)
His Face: The eyes. Those
lips. That hair. And the cheekbones you could cut yourself on!
sighhhh I don’t have fancy words to describe Bc’s face. All I know is
that when I look at his face, the words ugly, weird, alien, otter or
sloth never come to mind. I see beauty in it’s most perfect form.
Bc during Sherlock s1 was so young and fresh and pretty but as the
years went by, the young and fresh went to dramatic and breathtaking
to older and wiser and to tired with stories to tell. Benedict is an
age chameleon. In his middle 30s he could look in his early 20s. Now
in his early 40s he can easily look as if he was in his late 20s! He
can make Sherlock look like he’s been through hell and back, (not to
mention the sexiest fucked up of a mess that shezza can be) and he
can make Sherlock look at peace and happy like that little pirate he once was before his innocence was drowned.
Bc can go from model ready for
the cover of vanity fair, to hipster hanging out with friends, or to
dad on casual day at the office. He is the man with a thousand looks
and faces and all of them are beautiful and real. Bring on the age
because I can’t wait to see how much more this man will drive us wild
when he’s in his 60s!
His Humanity: All the things
that I mentioned above, would not be possible if it wasn’t for
Benedict’s humanity. He thinks and applies being altruistic in all
that he does. He cares about his fans, he cares about the world, he
cares about speaking out for those who don’t have a voice. His
humanity is what generates through him to project and
promote, togetherness, love and understanding. His humanity is what makes him the most attractive human being on this earth.
To be a member of the
CumberCollective is something special. I don’t always follow the
right path and I shoot my mouth off way too much,( I can’t help it, it’s who I am lol) but that doesn’t
mean I don’t care about my fellow human beings. It’s hard for
somebody like me to care for people when people have been shitty to
me my entire life, but Benedict makes me want remain on this planet and to be a member of this group of fans that are better than me,
that can show me the way to try to be a better human being. I fail so much
at that, but having friends in this fandom that practice that and get
it right on a daily basis (like @elennemigo and @sobeautifullyobsessed ) seeing Benedict interact with his fans
at events or even on the street, these things matter to me and it
helps me to see that the end of the day, even somebody like me, just might be…human :)
But seriously guys, fashion. What if humans are the only species that wear clothing? Assuming that aliens are reptilian/birds/amphibious/insectoid. Their genitalia are either under a flap or tucked away safely inside them. Even dogs have a sheath. But hhumans its just kinda hanging around. Even a woman’s sex is considerable exposed compared to other animals.
Aliens instead rely on their coloration or even painting their bodies for show is sex, social caste, etc. They only cover themselves for battle with armor. Type of armor depends on the alien and social caste. Then they meet humans. We cover ourselves with articles of clothing. Depending on the culture, its vastly different from person to person. Woman with hijabs vs women in fish net stockings. It’s confusing as hell to outsiders. Men in suits vs men in Speedos. Come on now. And its not even for battle. “This would fail to even stop an arrow head from a child’s bow!”
Imagine aliens trying to understand but instead, after failing because there’s just so much clothing!, try to get humans out of clothing. Not sexually, just to see why they’re covered. Surely it can’t be that bad. Then they meet nudists. With all their glory. And they’re (the aliens) embarrassed! Sex organs are not supposed to be brandished like that! Then they understand why humans wear clothing. And even encourage it just for the humans own safety.
A human in a swim suit and an alien steals a jacket to help them cover up. Don’t tell me that’s not cute!
Any advice on avoiding rolling nat 1's Im stuck in a nat 1 slump and feel like you might have some advice?
It sucks, doesn’t it? It’s super frustrating to feel so disempowered and useless just because you’re getting unlucky with random dice rolls.
But here’s a thing I try to do: I let it inform the narrative. Like, why is my character failing so much? What’s going on with him that makes it so difficult for him to hold onto a sword or climb over a wall? I let my imagination go to town and use the crappy rolls to inspire character decisions.
have we all seen this. i dont know what it is about this video that makes me watch it almost every day without fail but theres so much that i love about it i dont even know how to put it into words. i truly cannot believe there are AMVs for its always sunny in philadelphia or that they Work but the world is full of surprises
At age 5 his Father died.
At age 16 he quit school.
At age 17 he had already lost four jobs.
At age 18 he got married.
Between ages 18 and 22, he was a railroad conductor and failed.
He joined the army and washed out there.
He applied for law school he was rejected.
He became an insurance sales man and failed again.
At age 19 he became a father.
At age 20 his wife left him and took their baby daughter.
He became a cook and dishwasher in a small cafe.
He failed in an attempt to kidnap his own daughter, and eventually he convinced his wife to return home.
At age 65 he retired.
On the 1st day of retirement he received a cheque from the Government for $105.
He felt that the Government was saying that he couldn’t provide for himself.
He decided to commit suicide, it wasn’t worth living anymore; he had failed so much.
He sat under a tree writing his will, but instead, he wrote what he would have accomplished with his life. He realised there was much more that he hadn’t done. There was one thing he could do better than anyone he knew. And that was how to cook.
So he borrowed $87 against his cheque and bought and fried up some chicken using his recipe, and went door to door to sell them to his neighbours in Kentucky.
Remember at age 65 he was ready to commit suicide.
But at age 88 Colonel Sanders, founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) Empire was a billionaire.
Moral of the story: Attitude. It’s never too late to start all over.
MOST IMPORTANLY, IT’S ALL ABOUT YOUR ATTITUDE. NEVER GIVE UP NO MATTER HOW HARD IT GETS.
You have what it takes to be successful. Go for it and make a difference. No guts no glory. It’s never too old to dream.
science is not a belief, it’s simply WANTING TO UNDERSTAND HOW SHIT WORKS AND WHY IT DOES THE THING
if someone asks you what science is, you can tell them this.
‘Oh hey, look at that thing.’ ‘Whoa, I wonder why it does the thing.’ ‘Huh…. maybe because *insert stupid explanation*’ ‘… I dunno, dude, that seems sketchy.’ ‘I’ll totally prove it! By doing *insert stupid and probably dangerous experiment*’
At that point,
the experiment fails, so we get:
‘HA FAIL, SO MUCH FAIL’ ‘Whatever. We still don’t know why the thing does the thing.’ ‘Huh. Maybe if we try *insert stupider experiment*’ ‘SWEET, LET’S DO THIS.’
Or the experiment works, so we get:
‘DUUUUUUDE!!’ ‘OMG I KNOW, RIGHT??’ ‘But maybe that’s just a fluke.’ ‘BRO. You hurt me. Look at this. *insert redoing the experiment a bajillion times*’ ‘Alright bro, you were right, the thing does the thing because of the thing.’
And just to be even more sure, you do it again in front of all your other bros, who are justifiably wowed by your discovery and accept that the thing does the thing because of the thing.
(also, noting shit down because to redo an experiment a bajilion times, things need to be the same things than when you made the thing do the thing.)
Write me a ficlet about Stiles finding random love poems/notes written on little scraps of paper stuffed in weird places, like between the seats in the Jeep, in the pockets of hoodie he swore he just washed so how could there be intact paper in there, in his shoes, under his pillow. Who is writing all these notes and how do they keep randomly appearing on Stiles person!?!?!
This is unbeta-d, and I am subjecting you dear reader(s?) to poetry written by me masquerading as English!Major Derek Hale. BASICALLY I’m SORRY ABOUT THE CRAP POETRY OK. also im really fuckin pissed off about the spacing of the poems but tumblr is adamant about pretending to not know what the fuck im trying to do when i try and reformat it i need to stop before i just delete this whole post in a fit of RAGE
The first time it happens, Stiles doesn’t think anything of it. He figures he just wrote it himself in English and then forgot. It’s just a neglected scrap of paper hiding amidst other papers under his desk, sacrificed on the altar of a weekly allowance with everything else he throws out as he cleans his room. He only really glanced at it anyway, he was preoccupied with being pissed off at Derek for being Derek, thinks it said something about heartbeats and irregular spaces. So that was the incident, he supposes.
The second time he’s got his hand stuffed in the crease of Roscoe’s passenger seat in a desperate search for just one fucking quarter, just one, and withdraws a crumpled piece of paper instead. “How long has that been there?” Stiles asks himself as he de-crumples it to read it. He snorts. Obviously quite a while, it’s a poem, and Stiles knows he didn’t write this one, which means it’s circa the Scott/Allison Era.
it was Tuesday
you didn’t know I was there
“Not half bad Scotty,” Stiles murmurs, not bothering to finish the rest of it as he tosses it aside and resumes the quest for one measly quarter cause he just wants a burger. Out of life, all he wants is to eat a burger right now. It’s not so much to ask? Right?
He bitches and moans to Scott about his inability to find a quarter and thus eat a burger, but forgets to ask him about the poem thing. The next time he sees Derek, Derek flips him a quarter with a smirk. “Oh, fuck you,” Stiles says, but pockets the quarter and eats him that fucking burger later that night, after they have all managed, miraculously, to not die. “Victory comes in all forms,” Stiles informs Scott sagely in between mouthfuls. So that’s the coincidence, in all its glory.
EXO Reaction when they catch their GF hiding their presents for a special occasion
So I’m posting this one today because I haven’t posted anything this week. Xoxo I fail so much at this, always end up ruining the surprise xD Xo, Ara~ /I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/
*Pretends he didn’t see anything* “Oh jagi! What a surprise! You got me all these things… I’m so happy I want to see what they are already” *He actually just wants to open them and use/play with them because he already know what they are*
*Confession time* “I actually saw the presents my baobei-santa got me and I don’t know how to tell her. Maybe I won’t… but it’s like when someone sings you happy birthday… you never know what face to make”
*Stares at you like this* “You got me so many things for Valentine jagi… it’s only natural I want to give you something too.. if you know what I mean ;)))))))))”
*Upset because he saw the presents and wanted it to be a surprise*
“So I saw that you got me a little surprise over there jagi… but what you don’t know is that Santa has a bigger one for you!” *He kinda likes roleplaying xD*
*Surprises you from behind as you hide them in the closet* “What you got there jagi? Presents? You didn’t have to babe… I only need you for my birthday”
*Goes for something bigger and makes you a surprise party* “Thought only you could prepare surprises jagiya?”
*Feels like the man* “I have such and awesome girlfriend! And she bought me what I wanted… boys are going to be so jealous!”
*Pouting the whole week* “Why did I open that closet… why did I see all those wrapped presents…. now I’m more curious… I want to see what they are…. They are my presents anyways!”
*Doesn’t even know what he’s opening* “This is… this is the knives set I wanted… is this for me? Jagi is this for me?”
*Really confused* “Baobei I wanted to ask you something… why are there so many presents hidden in the closet? It’s not Christmas yet…”
*Really touched* “No one has ever done this much for me… my jagi is the best”
dear kourtney i was wondering if you could give me some advice. how do you become a person you can appreciate and love? essentially, how do you love yourself? i find myself questioning this as i am struggling to not only make myself more appealing to others as a friend and someone to look up to, but also to appreciate myself and all the successes and mistakes that entail.
how to love yourself:
- accept your flaws. even the ones you dislike/hate. learn to love and appreciate them. compliment yourself. compliment your flaws.
- accept your life as it stands. you can’t change the past…you can’t alter the future. so you might as well accept how things are now. don’t beat yourself up for past mistakes - those are your stepping stones, your lessons. applaud yourself for your wins…and your loses. learn to appreciate when you “fail”, as you learn so much from your “failures”.
- be yourself. fully indulge in whatever makes you feel good, whatever makes you happy.
- stop putting yourself down and stop comparing yourself to others. you are you own person. you are unique - looks wise, life wise, everything wise.
- know that you deserve the best. don’t settle for what you know you don’t deserve. stand up for what you believe in. don’t let others sway you. be strong even in tough times.
- know that it’s okay to not be okay. it takes strength the admit you weaknesses, your flaws, your shortcomings. always find ways to channel this energy into positivity - talking to someone to trust, painting, reading, listening to music, taking a walk, etc. give yourself time to breathe. time for yourself to recover.
- look at the positives of the situations you may encounter. be optimistic. know that things will eventually get better.
Hi! I would like to request a prompt where Jumin's biological mother comes back to see him after he becomes the head of C&R. It's up to you how it gonna turn out, whether it is angsty or not. Thank u!! :")
I meant for this to be angst but I’m a fOOL ᕦ( ఠ్ఠ _ ఠ్ఠ ˇ)ᕤ
Anyhow, I’d be happy to do this thank you and have a terrific day sweetheart! Enjoy!
Mr. Han had passed.
They may as well have said his heart had broken.
A combination of the stress and pressure they had told you.
Started by the grief by one failed relationship after another.
Only so much could be done.
Until it inevitably ended.
Jumin had stayed by his father’s side during his last few days, assuring him he’d be fine, even updating him on the C & R’s status, as if he’d be heading to work the very next day.
But as his heartbeat flattened, Jumin didn’t speak, his eyes wide with a sort of horror and fear you had never seen before.
He hadn’t even realized he was crying as the sound of his father’s heartbeat stopped, staring miserably at Mr. Han, his brow furrowed and jaw gaping.
Yet no words came out.
He was speechless.
But as you wrapped your arms around him, he crumbled.
But despite everything, he was silent.
He had stayed that way almost the entire night only speaking as you drew yourself away for a moment if only to get a blanket, seeing him tremble.
He had ribboned his fingers with your own, holding you back, his gaze turning to face you, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t,” He hummed. “Don’t leave, please.”
You gave in the moment he spoke, curling up beside him, feeling his arms entwining around you, holding onto you as though you might fade away with the next breeze.
You never did.
Yet as time went on, the pain almost did.
Until someone arrived.
Jumin had taken his father’s place as the head of the C & R company, always calling you throughout the day, always a hint of concern in his words before he’d hear you.
As if you’d be gone too.
Yet this day, you were planning to surprise him, a small gift held in your grip as you knocked on the office door, excitement brimming inside of you.
He opened it to meet you, an almost instinctual smile tugging at his lips as he saw you, chuckling lightly.
“Darling!” He pressed a fond kiss to your head, ushering you inside of his office. “What’re you doing here?”
“I wanted to bring you something!” You grinned, handing him the small gift. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to make this dessert and I finally-”
You twisted to the door confusedly. “I thought this was your break?”
“It is…” He frowned, stepped forward. “I’m sure it’s just Jahee with some forms I wasn’t given.”
But as it unveiled who was on the other side, it was clear it was no mistake.
You hadn’t seen her before, but you knew the moment your husband’s face dropped.
Jumin had told you about her during quiet nights, an unmistakable gloom casting over himself as he retold the tales.
“She drained my family of almost everything we had,” He would confess, a cloudy glint in his eyes. “She’d spend every drop of money we had with us on shopping sprees. She nearly left us bankrupt, threatened us to lose our home, everything we had. You…You should’ve seen my father MC every night he’d break down, and each day they’d fight for what felt like hours. She didn’t even care MC…she just let our family rot.”
As he would continue he’d struggle to come up with the words, shaking from the frustration.
“If my father hadn’t left her…we would’ve fallen apart…but my dad he still did.” He sighed. “He kept searching for the happiness he never found with her.”
And now she was back.
And poison was wound in her every move.
She gave him a honeyed smirk, dipping her head politely.
“Jumin! It’s been far too long hasn’t it?”
“…What…What’re you doing here?” He muttered, quiet and petrified.
“What do you think I’m doing here honey? I’m here to congratulate the new boss!” She laughed meekly, allowing herself in. “I haven’t seen you in so long, you didn’t even invite me to the funeral…”
“Only family was invited.” He growled. “People who cared about my father.”
“I don’t appreciate the accusation-” She noticed you, her gaze the size of saucers as she saw you, gasping. “Who is this? Is this the famous MC I keep hearing about?”
She reached out to shake your hand, only held back as Jumin stepped between of you, scowling.
“Don’t touch them.”
“Where are your manners Jumin?” She scoffed. “I simply want to introduce myself to them!”
“I-um…I’ve already heard of you before Ms. Myung. No introductions needed!” You laughed sheepishly, Jumin’s arm snaking around your waist protectively.
“Well…” She huffed, glaring at Jumin, curly locks of sooty hair twirling about her ears. “I suppose it’s good that at least one of you is decent enough to show some manners.”
“Not that you deserve it.”
“How can you speak to me that way?”
“You think you deserve any sort of respect?”
“How else do you talk to your mother?”
“You’re not supposed to nearly tear apart your family either, but you had a rather fun time doing that as well,” He shot daggers at her, glowering. “you’re in no position to be upset.”
He jeered. “Why’re you even here?”
“I came here to discuss our policy,” She huffed, snatching out a stack of papers. “Since your father is gone I wanted to ensure there wouldn’t be any changes to the current agreement.”
“Of course you did.” He shook his head. “Your business is worthless in comparison to our other partners though, C & R gains nothing from keeping you with us. And that’s with an objective point of view.”
“You can’t just tear me out of this.” She threatened. “I’ve been a part of this business for too long!”
“And for most of that time, you were tearing that apart!” He remarked. “It shouldn’t even matter to you regardless, you still hold rights to your business, simply sell yourself off to someone else, since you’re so confident in your importance.”
She weakened for a moment, attempting to grab onto his arm, her son jerking away, almost repulsed somehow.
“You can’t do this to me me…I’m your mother…I-I raised you.”
He winced, hesitating if only for a second.
“My father raised me, you are a woman who used him for his wealth,” He stared down at her, utterly towering. “I will not make the same mistake.”
“If you talk to me that, I can only the poor treatment you put MC through.”
You could hardly believe your ears, nearly choking on air as you switched to her, sneering.
“Unlike you, I married my husband because I love him!” You proclaimed. “I love him more than anything! I don’t love his money, his big house, or any sort of wealth he has! I love him because he’s him!”
You thought of his delicate, tender laughter, his ridiculous puns he’d murmur to you throughout the day, his enjoyment of stories, and even the simple light in his eyes that would grow as he’d look at you, as though you hung the very stars.
Yet more than anything you thought of his pure desire to make you happy.
You even saw it then, keeping you close, trying to hide away the anger seeping from him.
But as he looked at you, he melted.
And your heart swelled with warmth.
“He has never hurt me,” You proudly declared, “and I’m not going to let you hurt him.”
She was baffled, jaw agape, trying to come up with something, anything to say.
But Jumin got to it first.
“If you’d rather had a more grand exit, I’d be more than happy to call security, otherwise, go.”
She began sentences as she balled her hands into fists, finding herself backed into a corner.
The only option was, to leave.
And she did.
She readjusted the colors of her jacket, puffing out her chest with some sort of faux pride before storming off, an odd sort of melancholic regret plastered onto her before the door shut.
And for a moment there was silence.
And it sank in.
“Thank you…” He muttered, his head turned to the door, a cloudy fog in his eyes. “I don’t think I could’ve taken much more of her honestly.”
“I don’t think I could’ve either…”
“But um…may I ask you something?”
“Did you…did you really mean what you said-before-I mean.”
You raised your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you, your fingertips lacing within his messy strands.
“Of course I did,” You spoke quietly, earnestly. “I meant every word Jumin.”
You pressed a kiss to his nose, smiling.
“I love you for you, nothing could ever change that,” You continued, your heart swelling. “Nothing will ever change that.”
He laughed beneath his breath, almost in disbelief, pulling you close to him.
“Thank you, darling,, I…I just…”
“I can’t even put into words how much I love you.”
Since Inquisition didn't really give us one, how about the companions and love interests reacting to Lavellan's clan being massacred.
Cassandra: She’s not sure what to say to them. Losing
Anthony was hard for her, and not something she ever truly recovered from. Her
parents died when she was young enough to barely remember them, and she left
her uncle behind when she left Nevarra. But the Inquisitor has lost their
entire family, their whole world, and in the face of that she does not know
what to do for them but to keep others away until they are ready to face the
world. Romanced: She holds him. Its all she can do, especially if he is
distraught. His grief is overwhelming and it leaves her feeling helpless and
shaken, but she holds him and carries the burden of the Inquisition as long as
he needs. This is the man she loves, and she will never leave him to shoulder
Solas: For all the issues he has with the Dalish the mage
never wanted this. Words and condolences are awkward, and so he does the next
best thing and spends night after night ushering spirits of compassion and joy
to give them some comfort in their dreams. It is all he can do, but he will do
it diligently. Romanced: He barricades them in the Inquisition quarters,
letting her sob or scream or throw things until she is exhausted. Then and only
then does he guide her into the Fade and help to be a bulwark against the grief
and anger. The spirits he calls to their side help, but more than anything he
makes sure she never feels alone either waking or sleeping.
Sera: For all her opinions on elfy elves and the Dalish Sera
is above all a stalwart friend. If pranking or drinking aren’t what the Inquisitor
needs then she will simply stay with them. If they want to make a memorial she
is right there, if they want to cry she is there, if they want to sit and do
nothing for hours she is right frigging there. And the Red Jenny in the town
where it all happened- or was directed from- has very specific and very firm
orders on the level of hell they are supposed to rain down on the populace
there. Romanced: The cooks and assistants and anyone else in Skyhold’s kitchens
are flung from their posts, and for hours the night after the news comes in
Sera bakes. The cookies are not the best and some of them are burnt or
misshapen or salty from tears, but the Red Jenny doesn’t stop until she has
baskets and baskets of cookies for her Honeytongue. She has never loved a woman
like the Inquisitor, and never loved someone who faced such a loss, but she has
one tried and true coping mechanism and she is rolling with it.
Varric: It is the Tethras curse, it seems, that he has
gotten good at comforting friends who lose family. Anything they need he does
his best to get, and eventually just moves his whole area- desk, table and all-
in front of the door of their quarters to ensure they have privacy. Any pull he
has with the merchant guilds to beggar the nobles who caused the problem he
uses, and he and Sera put their heads together to make sure it hurts. Depending
on how the Inquisitor wants their family remembered he may write them into a
novel, but his next book will have a deeply touching memorial to them written
into the back.
Vivienne: The Grand Enchanter is many things, but cruel is
rarely one of them. If the Inquisitor needs time to deal with this tragedy she
will give it to them, and woe upon any in the Orlesian court who do not abide
by her mandates—she is the Iron Lady for a very good reason. If it is after the
loss of Bastien and the Inquisitor aided them she is even more sympathetic, and
her bower becomes a safe place to grieve if they do not wish to be alone.
Blackwall: Maker, will he neer see the end of senseless
death? He can only imagine the pain the Inquisitor is in, and so he does what he
can to protect them. He takes them to the stables to be with the mounts, show
them the new kittens in the hayloft, and generally tries to give them a safe
place to grieve if they need it or privacy if they want it. Romanced: There is
no power in Thedas that can keep him from his love’s side if she wants him
there. He barricades them in the barn and holds her to him, just holds and lets
her grief or scream or simply be limp. When the storm has passed and they
eventually sleep he asks for the list of names from Clan Lavellan from Lelianna
and sets about making a memorial for them—it’s the least he can do for her.
Dorian: The Inquisitor is the greatest friend he has ever
had, and in truth Dorian is lost in the face of their grief. There is protocol
in Tevinter for condolences and grief- most with merely the mask of sympathy
and civility glazed on top- but this is deeper. Eventually he gets the courage
up to ask them what they need, and then does everything he can to make sure
they get it. Romance: Anyone who wants to bother the Inquisitor before they are
ready to come out must go through a very scary Tevinter necromancer first. If
Lavellan lets him Dorian locks them into the inquisitorial chambers for as long
as they need, and holds him. And the Altus stays sober the entire time, despite
the almost desperate need for a drink, until the man he loves finally drifts
off to sleep—if his amatus needs him Dorian will have a clear head, and that is
the greatest tool he has.
Iron Bull: The Chargers are ready to rain down fire and
death on the people who murdered clan Lavellan, and if the Inquisitor is in a
good place then Bull will relay that offer. Otherwise he goes with his gut and
either keeps them drunk or keeps them isolated until the worst of the pain and
shock bleeds off. Romanced: Skyhold has not seen angrily protective until thy
have seen the Iron Bull watching over his Kadan. Politician or pilgrim, it
doesn’t matter—so long as his love needs whatever had can do, he doesn’t leave
Cole: “Burning, gasping, too much too much I’ve lost to
much, how can I be Lavellan if there are no more Lavellan? Gone, gone, all gone
and it’s all my fault. But it’s not. They loved you and they were proud of you.
You did what you could, everything you could.” It’s a temptation to make the
Inquisitor forget, but Cole knows them well enough to know that they will want
the memories. Instead he stands silent vigil outside their door, and anyone
with a desire to interrupt their grief suddeny can’t remember why thyey were in
the main hall…
Cullen (Romanced): What is there to say? He failed her, like he has failed so much in his life. Being around her is hard, though he will stay if she needs him to stay. Otherwise he throws himself into work, and making sure she has the time and space to grieve.
Josephine: At first she is drowning in guilt. It’s her fault, all her fault that the love of her life has lost their entire family, and in truth she doesn’t want to see them. Like Cullen she buries herself in her work, in using diplomacy even though it has failed her in this darkest hour. But eventually she cannot stand the thought of her love suffering alone, and so she goes and holds them if they let her, and weeps with them.