heya!! so my blog is relatively new and I still don’t really follow that many blogs/talk to many people so I was hoping to follow more blogs on here! it doesn’t matter whether you’re multifandom or strictly one fandom (I just wanna follow more blogs tbh haha) so please reblog/like this if you post any of the following:
pentagon (and/or triple h too!!)
any sort of kpop group/solo artist tbh (i’m always open to listening to and supporting more groups/soloists!! ^^)
baumanelise: Had THE BEST first day at @clexacon today with this weirdo. I always get so nervous for these big events but the moment I saw all your smiling faces in line I felt instantly relaxed. Natasha and I get to hear so many of you talk about how much we mean to you, but I’m not sure you’ll ever know how grateful we are for all of you. THANK YOU for watching our weird little show and for always expressing your gratitude for queer representation in such an open and positive way. Massive love to all of you ❤️ (And thank you to @epicphotoops for these rad pictures!!)
Hawke walked on unsteady legs to the prow of Isabela’s ship where Anders was huddled, and handed him a bowl of steaming food. Anders took it with slightly shaking hands. “Cold?” Hawke asked. “And exhausted. Thanks.” Hawke sat next to him and wiggled close to share his body heat, hoping that the faint aura of magic Anders usually seemed to be radiating almost without thinking would calm his restless body and seasick stomach in return. “I still can’t believe you really decided to leave with me, and really did,” Anders muttered after a while of playing with his food and leaned more heavily against Hawke. “I never even dreamed… didn’t dare to.” “I defy expectations like that,” Hawke said gently, and let out a startled laugh when the long end the red ribbon he had tied into Anders’ hair in Lowtown fluttered in the strong wind and landed on his shoulder. Anders fingered the end of the ribbon with an undreadable expression on his face, food still untouched, and then pulled it out of his hair. “You’ll want this back,” he said and tried to offer it to Hawke. “Hmm? No!” Hawke folded Anders’ fingers around the ribbon. He smiled, suddenly a little nervous and tongue-tied. “No, I want you to have it. I- did I ever tell you about this tradition my family has?” “You give out ribbons during disasters?” Anders hazarded, joking to hide his confusion, and was relieved when Hawke relaxed a little and grinned. “No. We give our loved ones this… I guess a kind of a favor? Usually it has the Amell crest on it, or that’s what Mother said, but I - well. At least it’s red. You should… you should keep it. If you’d have it.” Anders let out a breathy laugh, eyes wide, and clutched the ribbon tighter. “If I’d have it,” he whispered, and laughed again. He brushed his freed hair out of his face only to have it thrown on his face by the wind again. He took Hawke’s hands with a shaky sigh and put the ribbon back into them. Hawke’s hopeful and a little nervous smile faltered and fell, but Anders cupped his face with one hand and spoke again before he had time to pull away to try and hide his disappointment. “Hawke - Jay, I want nothing more than to keep it,” Anders said, voice serious, intense, shaking with emotion. He pulled Hawke close, digging his fingers into the thick red hair, and kissed him - first once, hard, and then again more softly, once, twice. He didn’t pull back when they stopped to breathe, forehead against forehead, aches and nausea momentarily forgotten. “Tie it into my hair again,” Anders whispered. “Please.” And Hawke did.
Fun fact Barb Holland from stranger things actually made it out of the upside down but changed her name and identity to protect her family and became FBI agent Dana Scully to help others battle the unknown and kick freaky demogorgon and government conspiracy ass.