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pirating youtube with a vpn rn and it's so funny. they catch me getting around their ads and tracking and go "hey, stop that" and throw me out and i walk back in with a shirt that says "CANADA" and suddenly they have never met me
❄ (Aemond)
Send me ❄ for drunk texts. For Jace!
[12:11am] I fucking hate you.
[12:13am] You have no idea how lucky you are. You'll never know how lucky you are.
[12:16am] If you ever make your mother cry, I'll punch you.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TIRED?
— love - gone
you have so much love to give! it feels like you’re giving and giving and giving. when is anyone ever going to feel you the same way? when is anyone ever going to take off their jacket and wrap it around you and hold it there no matter how much you argue. imagine being loved in a way you can understand. you imagine it, you think about it. it’s almost like an obsession. it snakes into your head sometimes and forces itself to take up space. it leaves you completely other days. it’s like you don’t even know yourself. like you’re just another walking body, aimless and blank faced, even to yourself.
you hold a hand. it makes you feel none of the things you’ve been waiting to feel. you hold your friends and you will yourself to leech energy from this action. you’re a bank account, love. and you’ve been coming up empty for longer than you can remember. don’t you just want to be loved so hard that you could be fooled into believing that everything was alright? don’t you just want to be filled with joy, the end of this death walking?
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𝗕𝗘𝗡 & 𝗠𝗔𝗟 ( @faeheir ) / PLOTTED STARTER : closed !
he laughs off the concern in her eyes, voice, hands — he’s used to that with just about anything and everything in his life. “ yeah, i know. my dad’s got a temper. sorry about that. ” it’s not good that the retired king throws things, that he shouts and blusters at nearly the smallest drop of a hat, but he’s always been like that — it’s what everybody says. “ but hey, nothing broke this time! so that’s something. ” it’s a joke, but it’s not a joke the way his hands still tremble a bit beneath the table, down where mal can’t see; it’s not a joke the way his stomach aches when his father acts like that, throwing things near him or shouting too loud and too much, or the way he flinches and steps back when his dad advances in such a mood. but it’s fine — he’s fine, they’re fine. the lamp may not be fine.
hudson vanek + moodboard .
“ if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back. ” ( for Astarion! )
Angst - Accepting - @lcftyambiticns
The words sting, their venom coursing through his body and rooting the soles of his boots to the spot in which he stands. The wizard knew exactly the effect they were have, it's why the snake had slithered closer just to spit them at the spawn. It's why he hadn't huffed with hands thrown into the air as Astarion had marched towards the door.
He had most likely been biding his time, waiting for just the exact moment he could fling those words and wound the vampire.
Slowly he turns towards him, eyes hollow and his mouth a thin line. Was it anger or pain? So hard to know on a face that's a practiced mask and a man who could so easily slip into his on brain to protect himself.
He had been safe here. He had been protected. Alas. All good things come to an end.
"I suppose then.. I'll have to manage." Turning on his heels, he returns to his quick pace, a hand on the knob waiting half a heartbeat before it's twisted and yanked open. Th cold night air greets him like an old friend and out he walks into it's embrace.
[ heartbeat ] - for receiver to place their head upon sender’s chest, right over their heart, to listen to its beat
@loyaltysword
He follows when Adam pulls him close, lets the human guide him down; perhaps it says something about him, the way he shifts, buries his face against him. The way his grace winds itself tightly around his soul, the way he melts into him.
" If you die again -- " And it falls flat, no bite behind it; the idle threat more of a plea than anything. " I'm gonna bring you back and kill you myself. "
what's your role in a found family dynamic?
the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's… that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's really going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.
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