#time for suffering

[rolanslide]

“Now, if you're someone who says that high school is ‘the best years of your life’, we need to have a talk”

- my Study Hall teacher on my first day of Freshmen year.

[pon-ee]

Oh no I’m making another Apprentice ;D

[iwatch-theworld]

me like a week ago: i love that shion can’t ignore anyone in need and always has to help people!

chapter 18:

me now: fuck

[lionheartchocobo]

I can't muster up the courage to say it's best that I leave I can't muster up much of anything when I'm feeling you breathe

(x)

[alexromero]

Bates Motel:*starts*

me:*uncaps the bottle of bleach* time to take that fucking sip babes!

[glowyelfboyfriend]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Violence Relationship: Fenris/Male Hawke Summary:  Danarius is successful in capturing Fenris only months before the Chantry explosion in Kirkwall. Fenris is returned to Tevinter where the political climate has been changing and the Venatori have been slipping red lyrium into the hands of experienced magisters and promising a return to the old ways. But while Fenris might have forgotten his time in Kirkwall, Hawke has not. But it may take years and support from the Inquisition in order to bring Fenris home.  

Fenris was worthy. He had pleased his Master. He had proven himself loyal despite the broken pieces inside of him and the years that had been stolen. Fenris was worthy. He had earned this.

He deserved this.

Fenris held the thoughts close to the surface. Tightening his fingers around them. There had to be a reason for this. There had to be a purpose. He was worthy and praised and valuable and strong and this was why his Master had put the red inside of him.

He had been stretched upon the table the other slaves had suffered and died on. But Fenris did not succumb as they had. He was much too strong, well crafted by his Master and worthy. A thousand voices had echoed in his mind as he laid bare before the mages. There had been ones that told him to fight, To run. To escape what his Master would design into his body. But Fenris silenced them as his Master’s fingers grazed along his forehead.

Fenris would be what his Master desired, nothing less.

Master Danarius had put the red lyrium inside of him. He felt the sharp precision of the instruments against his brands, the magic sting that lit up within him. The red growled against Fenris where he was bound down, a hungry wolf baring its teeth before closing the distance to devour him. He remembered tears, he remembered pain and pleas that erupted from his belly. Uncontrolled and mindless as the red descended upon him.

[varijacija]

Downloading old games which use less than 2gb of memory feels like heroin

[alistair-theirin]

if u see me listening to therapy by all time low and ugly crying no u don’t