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Today, Home turns two years old ♥

(And I thought I’d wrap it up in three months… Whoops)! Thank you for your constant support, patience, and kudos (all 12,700 of them?)!! This project has really gotten me through some tough anxiety (and lupus, apparently) whilst introducing me to the wonderful, talented, empathetic, and creative sterek fandom. I’m honored to be friends with so many of you *hugs*

The final chapter is still in progress, as is book!Home! I’m eager to share both with you soon. ♥

Christopher Robert Evans is dangerous okay, he’s a dangerous man, because look at him, he’s annoyingly handsome, he’s built like a firefighter, he’s capable of growing a truly magnificent beard - he’s intimidatingly good looking. But he also is 35 years old and organises game nights with his friends bc he genuinely loves game nights, he gets so overwhelmed talking about his sports hero that he knocks over glasses of water, he’s smart and woke as hell and constantly educating himself on issues, he says things like “anything can be romantic, a nice sunset, y'know”, his dog shares a pillow with him and they wake up face to face,,,,like Chris Evans is dangerous bc I don’t think there’s anyone else quite like him out there but I don’t want to settle down with anyone unless they approach life the way Chris does

Wonder Woman was the superhero movie we all deserved. There will never be a moment more iconic than Diana Prince rising from the trenches and storming No Mans Land like the motherfucking queen she is.

Originally posted by cohvenant

misunderstood supervillain Junkyard Heart’s secret identity is Moxie Cheerwine

her sidekick is Glass Rat

he’s the ghost of a dead rat that only manifests as a spectral reflection in broken glass

he can’t talk or do anything useful but she likes knowing he’s there for emotional support

He Knew

Characters: Reader + A Winchester of your choice

Warnings: angst (a given), implied (more like hinted) smut, vague mentions of miscarriage, mild violence

A/N: This is for Angst Appreciation Day 2017. It’s been sitting in my word docs for awhile, just waiting to emerge and make people cry. Not the most intense angst I’ve ever written, but still a quick slap to my feels. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for reading this first through their tears (haha ;) love you both!)

She was at the end of the bar, tight jeans, low tank top, leather jacket, steadily drinking a whiskey. He’d slid down to join her and tried a few of his famous lines. He flirted shamelessly with the hope of a motel room and close encounters. But she’d only smiled, shot back the remaining liquid in her glass, and flipped him the bird before walking out the door. He watched her leave, her hips swaying and middle finger held high. And he knew.

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So… I made a thing! Because Robin and Regina are AWESOME and because @revolutionsoftheheart wrote a thing years ago that gave me insanely many feels!

Let me know what you think! And do not ask who’s the beauty and who the beast… When it comes to Robin and Regina… they were always both. And they loved each other as a whole, the good and the bad. And that’s why we all fell in love with them too. ♥

Outlaw Queen guys… Always.

Do you ever think about how Bill and Ted actually just hang out with one another, they don’t have any other friends because they’re socially awkward, maybe even anxious but they’re still happy because all they need is one another, their friendship is so strong and beautiful and i cry

Major coincidence in Crestwood, soul crushed...

So last night, I had a major wtf moment in Crestwood, post-breakup. It was a series of soul-crushing coincidences, and I needed to share…

It hasn’t been that long since Solas removed my Lavellan’s vallaslin and then made everything terrible. I’ve been killing a lot of time as Lavellan licks her wounds, and somehow, last night as I’m playing, everybody (Quiz, Sera, Cole, and, yes, Solas) just ends up back in Crestwood, on a mission to kill a wyvern for a nice lady named Judith. The quest itself is easy. But the moment the wyvern is dead, Lavellan looks up and sees this:

Cue first moment of major surprise. I must have missed this on my last Lavellan, as I really had no idea you could return to the exact place where Solas plays out his cowardice. It then felt somehow extra shitty and ironic that the title of the quest that brings her here is “Wyrm Hole.” Could that title possibly be a coincidence? Is this just Weekes again, fucking with us? Wyrm Hole? Because that’s exactly what it felt like to me: time travel, diving through a worm hole and waking up in the past.

Anyway. That’s only the beginning.

At this point, Lavellan is feeling stung, surprised, hurt all over again, awkward (because Solas is there), and frankly, a little sweaty. She is brash and hates to wallow, and so she’s ready to go. But one of those creepy murals catches her eye, over behind the waterfall–and like, I personally can’t resist that. So she goes to check it out, and as she’s walking over to the waterfall, Cole just…starts talking. This happens (I apologize for the quality–I’ve never actually used any of my game footage before on youtube and kind of suck):

Notice how she just stops like, dead in her tracks. That’s me, dying a little inside. I was never able to trigger this banter with my first Lavellan at all, but here it is, now, as Cole recounts their break-up in the exact same spot the break-up occurred. This was just one of those scary perfect storytelling moments for me. Of course Cole would feel it here, the pain, all that’s happened. And of course Solas would be replaying the scene in his mind, in this very moment, this exact place, and Cole would feel his hurt, attempt to deconstruct it and to heal. I mean, I lost my breath a little bit I lost all my breath. The banter triggering was completely random (right?), but it didn’t feel that way. This was one of the coolest, most heartbreaking moments I’ve ever experienced playing any game, ever. That it was a coincidence–how we ended up here, the title of the quest, and the banter itself…that’s something else.

Also, I have heard this banter before on youtube, but the version I’ve heard has always had a different Solas line, which is–

Solas: You cannot heal this, Cole. Please, let it go.

But my Lavellan was hurt and angry in Crestwood (I’ve written more about this here). She shoved him around, dared him to tell her he doesn’t care. And so–

Solas: You cannot heal this, Cole. Let her carry her anger in peace.

Ugh. This line just felt really…strong. It was careful, attentive. It’s totally keyed into her emotional state, post-breakup, and the fact that Solas is weirdly mindful (and respectful) of her anger makes it just all the more hurtful, especially given the setting, and everything else. “Let her be angry, Cole. It is her anger to bear. And I deserve it all.”

I just…

Originally posted by esuerc

…I needed to share that. <3

angeryginger  asked:

Here's a HC for ya. Did you know that william poindexter babysits for his uncles and he has like 15 boy cousins and 1 little girl cousin and he always carries her around and helps her paint her fingernails. She calls him Uncle Billy even tho he's a cousin and she always shows him her pretty dresses at Easter and he helps her keep her socks on when she runs around on the carpet without shoes and tickles her belly. Billy loves his baby girl cousin so much it's incredible. Wow.

WOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I AM CRYING RIGHT HERE IN REAL LIFE AT MY DESK

dontreblogplease / growing up as an lgbt kid in an aggressively non accepting household is such a trip because you get told so many times that the integral foundations of who you are make you impossible to love that you believe it. and sometimes you stay up until sunrise feeling suicidal, and it’s all you can do to get out of bed for a glass of water.

but then you make the conscious choice to keep going forward at whatever pace you can, until slowly all those sometimes metamorphose into an evening of you sitting on the campus lawn in the middle of a big group of other of lgbt college kids as you all tell jokes and pass around tupperwares of homemade cookies long after it gets dark.

and you know that tomorrow, when you stumble half awake into your 8am lecture, your professor’s going to call you by the right name like it’s the most natural thing in the world. and when you get back to the apartment that you call your own, you can curl up on your couch in your boyfriend’s shirt and send him a text with five heart emojis any time you want, and you can look out the window at the wondrousness of the sunlight, knowing that even though the fear doesn’t ever go completely away, the freedom you have now is a thousand times brighter than anything you’ve ever been afraid of

Sometimes poly just hurts.

Sometimes it hurts because of things that are specific to poly. Sometimes it hurts for the same reasons that love in general can hurt, mono or poly, but it hurts in that way even more if you have more love in your life.

Sometimes it just feels like too much all at once. Not too much bad, just too much. Too much love and too many kisses and too many friends and activities. Too much stimulation. Too much new, too much old, too much potential pain, too much that could go wrong, too much that isn’t going wrong right now. Too many people involved. Too many hearts, too many minds.

Too much to have. Too much to lose.