It's not illegal to tell a ghost story when a cop shines a flashlight in your face.
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It's not illegal to tell a ghost story when a cop shines a flashlight in your face.
Sakuya
If you can somehow secure an international portkey there's a room in Illinois with your name on it. Always will be. 💚💚
Merlin I hope they’re not too expensive…
bucky barnes would try and probably fail to tolerate wade wilson
steve harrington would be so disappointed by how this fandom treats nancy
When Talon’s hair starts getting long, please imagine him trying to pull it back in a tiny, useless ponytail in an attempt to get it out of his face and it doesn’t do jack shit.
he.
In a world that often seemed unkind, He strived to see the good, in heart and mind. Turning darkness into light, he'd try, Even when others left hope to die.
Belief in love burned deep within his chest, Yearning for a connection, his heart's request. Desperation led him on a quest, To find a love that would truly last.
Life's trials and people's ways, Taught him love's not just a passing phase. Yet, he never gave up on his dream, Holding onto hope, though it may seem extreme.
He walked a path, solitude his guide, Shielding his heart, feelings locked inside. For he longed for a love that's pure and true, A bond that would reveal what souls can do.
No casual affairs, no fleeting embrace, He craved a love with depth and grace. A love that would make him someone's first, A connection that's boundless, never to be rehearsed.
He believed in love's transformative art, Revealing the hidden depths of every heart. For he knew that love, when pure and vast, Could bring a beauty that forever would last. ~abhiiinayy
I know you don't like Hal but do I think if him and carol had a kid he'd be a good dad?
honestly? I think he’d be a great dad, he’d need some work and he’d know that he’d try, if that would mean anything to carol (which it would but she needs him to be better) man..dont get me on this carol/hal kids thing it’s gonna hurt me
The Inquisitor does little things for them.
Hot water with a little lemon in it for Cullen's bad days. An extra guard posted during the dark hours for Josie. Leliana gets a tray of pastries left on her table early in the morning, if she can get to them before the birds do. Varric has a flagon of ale placed next to his elbow at dusk, when the corners of his mouth turn down. Sera has a soft scarf hung over the edge of her door. Cole gets a new food to try every day, sweet and savoury and sour. The Iron Bull has a strange collection of breads and other things to share with his Chargers once or twice a week. Blackwall gets a new chisel when the old one wears down. Vivienne finds semi-precious stones set in delicate casings hung from the edge of her day bed. Dorian has a flower set in a vase at the window every morning, white and soft and a reminder of home. Cassandra, incense left to burn on the railing next to the stairs, musky and comforting. Solas finds pots for his materials on the scaffold, flowers and stone for dyes.
The Inquisitor tries. Sometimes, fails. Mostly, they just hope there's enough patience to spare.