i don't get tired looking it

The Inquisitor’s touches were gentle and so so painfully fond as his hand brushed across his cheek, and Dorian was very grateful for the hand resting on his lower back, holding him close and keeping him steady. It seemed so impossible that each small, chaste touch could be filled with so much emotion, but somehow Elden managed. Dorian didn’t think he would ever truly get used to this. Each time it took him by surprise and nearly overwhelmed him, but he would never tire of it.

On the contrary, he sought it out, needing it, and tried to match it as best he could. After all, there weren’t enough words for what this all meant to Dorian. Every time Elden placed a hand on his arm or simply leaned into him when they were sitting side by side, it was a constant reminder, a constant reassurance, that finally quieted the old fears and past injuries that tried to resurface and drown him. Despite his own pains, this all seemed so easy for Elden. He would give all of himself without hesitation and Dorian wanted nothing more than return just as much.

Elden was kissing him now, slowly trailing down to his neck; needy yes but also so loving, wanting nothing more than to make Dorian smile. It was as if Dorian was the only thing that existed in the world and all that mattered to Elden was making sure he knew how much he was loved, and how much he was needed. It made Dorian feel weak in the knees.

As Elden brought his lips to Dorian’s again, he knew. He knew that Elden had examined every part of him, the beautiful and the ugly, and he loved all of it. Elden knew him inside and out, perhaps better than he knew himself, and there wasn’t a single thing he would ever want to change. There were parts of himself that Dorian never liked to look too closely at, and yet Elden still wrapped that part of him up tightly in his arms and loved him all the harder.

But the best part was that Dorian finally knew he could trust all of this to someone. To Elden. He’d kept it all locked tightly away behind his sarcasm and wit for so long, deflecting and protecting himself above all else, but there was no need for that any longer. Elden had found every aching part of him and filled it so full of his gentle love and understanding and Dorian just wanted to do the same for him. 

He brought his arm up around Elden’s shoulders, partly to anchor himself but also to press them even more tightly against each other and Elden responded by practically melted into him. His presence alone was a comfort, but now Dorian was drowning in his warmth and it was perfect. He brought his free hand up to run through Elden’s soft hair until he was cradling his head gently, fondly. Lovingly.

Elden claimed that he wasn’t any good at expressing himself, that he constantly lacked the words to truly tell Dorian all he felt. As Dorian pressed his own kisses to Elden’s neck, he mused that the Inquisitor seemed to be doing a fine job as he whispered, “love,” into Dorian’s ear, causing him to shiver as they held each other close.

Then again, Elden seemed to think he fell short in most ways. Elden, the leader of the Inquisition, the man who had practically single-handedly saved the world. The idea that he could ever feel inadequate seemed laughable, really. Dorian was determined to never release him until he would agree. Although, he was fairly certain Elden was planning to do the same for him.

It seemed they were both doomed to constantly seek to show the other how important they were, and how loved. Dorian couldn’t help but chuckle into Elden’s neck. He supposed there were worse ways to spend their time together, constantly showering each other in as much affection as they could.

“You all right?” Elden asked as he made his way back to Dorian’s lips, smiling into the kiss as one hand ran soothingly up his back.

“More than all right, I’d say,” Dorian said with another chuckle.

And his chest ached with the depths of the truth in that statement; pure joy that threatened to drown him, but he had long since accepted his fate. On the contrary, he welcomed it. He had wanted so much in his youth, all of it he thought far beyond his grasp, but now he had it and so much more than he even knew possible. He loved and was loved in every way possible; passionately and deeply as well as gently. Elden was his friend and his lover and it was impossible for him to be happier. He could still scarcely believe any of this was true;  that Elden was his and he was Elden’s in return.

He didn’t need to hide anymore. He was wanted. He was home.


Quick confession: he leaves me breathless and renders me speechless all the time

Sometimes I get quite bleak thinking about the months to come, but then I remember that I’m going to get a Check Please kickstarter set some time in the coming months and I feel better.

You know what, I’m getting fuckign tired of this 

Lets come up with some hypothetical scenario. Say I wanted to make a gender bend, say I wanted to turn Lance Mcclain from a user of he/him pronouns, to a user of she/her pronouns. Lance as a boy, looks like this

So, I’m gonna genderbend this character, ready? The picture of Lance below is now Lance Mcclain but now they will be a girl

Are you surprised? Well I wouldn’t be surprised if you were, since common genderbends usually make that character into stereotypes for that gender

When you genderbend a character you are implying that

  • All people fit on the gender binary
  • All characters are cisgendered
  • Someone who uses she/her pronouns must look traditionally feminine while a user of he/him pronouns must look traditionally masculine
  • And when you Change Lance’s name to Laura or Lily or whatever the fuck, your implying that names have to change with your gender identity

So artists, your art is amazing and lovely and you have great skills! But when your idea of a gender-bend is turning a teen aged boy into a character with big boobs and an hourglass figure, guess what, that is harmful! 

I know making art is hard and it’s very time consuming and I’m greatful artists with such great skills wanna draw for our fandoms! Your amazing! But you have to know your media will spread and when someone who’s young sees that art and starts thinking that in order to be a girl you must look ‘feminine’, that affects how they view the world! And they take those stereotypes with them.

You want proof? You don’t believe me? I used to be that child! I was young and impressionable and I saw these amazing drawings and for a while I thought that in order for me to be a girl I had to look like those girls in the pictures! And when I looked at the girls section of the clothes store and I didn’t want to wear anything that was there, It did tremendous damage on my self confidence! 


I was going through reblogs and reading tags and @occultgoths brought to my attention that genderbends are also intersexist! Since the implication that in order to belong to a certain identity, you have to have a certain pair of genitals or ‘look like’ that certain identity is also harmful to intersex people! Thank you to that person for bringing this to my attention! 


- Your local demigirl

Hey @mywaay I love your Road to El Dorado AU

Going, Going, Back, Back To The Bay RIP Mac Dre 🤘🏽☹️🤘🏽

I took a spontaneous solo trip back home to San Fran to visit my mom’s gave for her bday. She’s been on my mind a lot recently and I’m fr missin that woman. The fog, the people, the seafood, the pier, the views, I fr fr missed this all too sooo much ya’ll have no idea. Always reminds me of my mama. Anyways, got some plans in store and the vibe and inspo here is always pushin me to take risks. Like they say, there’s no place like home. Now, I’m about to dip and grab me a sushi burrito. Happy late Valentine’s Day ya’ll.❤️

Nordics as Things My Friends and I Have Said (20)
  • Finland: A murder stroll?
  • Denmark: Put away the pictures of the average looking guys!!!
  • Sweden: My eyes are bleeding but I can continue.
  • Iceland: Look guys, it's Satan~! *points to a teacher*
  • Norway: You are young and smol and not really innocent and not really pure and you must be protected at all costs.

‘You got a lousy taste in men, kid. He’s not so bad…He’s got a temper, but deep down he’s all fluff. Fact is he’s not like anybody I’ve ever known…All my friends are fighters….And here comes this guy who spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he’ll win. Sounds amazing. He’s also a huge dork…Chick’s dig that.’

being a twin is cool sometimes but it’s tiring af going out in public together and being stared at like we’re aliens

februpony the sixth, favourite piece of merch. is anyone surprised.

Am I the only one that reads sambucky/Samsteve fic and get that feeling that it’s always the writer’s love for Bucky bleeding through Sam?

Don’t get me wrong, I like Bucky I do, but I feel like all the fics are about how amazing, and funny, good looking and smart Bucky Barnes is, and how Sam never ever had a chance of resisting it, and understanding it all. How Steve is amazing and bright and holds the whole world on his shoulder, blá blá blá.

Just once, just THIS fucking once I want to read a fic about how amazing Samuel Thomas Wilson is.

How good looking, and caring, smart and funny he is, how even tho he doesn’t have white boy’s hair, his hair is well kept and soft, how he smells nice, how his cheekbones are sharp because hell they are. How capable of fighting he is, because he is the guy who took a knife to a gun fight.

He’s a guy capable enough to hold Captain America’s shield; strong enough to question his authority becase he doesn’t follow blindly; smart enough to point out the best tatical way of dealing with the enemy; human enough to see more than the all american hero, to see the men behind the shield. Badass enough to deadpan and snark a king and well trainned assassin.

For once just this once I would love to read Bucky or Steve talking about how important and amazing Sam is, and not the other way around. See them apologizing and swallowing their feelings, see them blushing and stammering because Sam outshines the Sun itself.

See the writers understand that yes you write for yourself, for free but if you share it you also want us to like, and writing for a interracial ship, maybe just maybe it’s important for the people of color who read it feel like the character of color is getting the love he sure as fucking hell deserves.


I made Jack look like he has a prosthetic or robot body, giving him an echo eye so it seemed that rhys gave him a body and they are together/ruling together. Idk, I like the thought of it <3 

Hope you like it nonny! :D


Request meme


AoS Winter (Re)Watch: One FitzSimmons scene per episode
               1x01 “Pilot”

todoichi fusion : attention whore, very provocative, dangerous behaviors, full of self hatred, will easily unfuse bc totty doesnt like fusing and feeling vulnerable, not having complete control over yourself is very unsettling especially with ichimatsu who express himself way more thanks to his brother’s sort of self-assurance, also ichi uses fusion as a form of self-harm possibly??, please give them love