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#pry him from my cold dead hands
emptyscrolls · 7 months
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magma dump
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graycious-tea · 14 days
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I wanna keep Lou/Tommy so bad!!!! ABC don’t make him leave plssss I beg I luv him
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If Preston Garvey has 1000 fans I am of them, if Preston Garvey has 100 fans I am one of them. If the world is against Preston I am against the world. If Preston has 1 fan that is me. If Preston has no fans assume I am dead.
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taco-slap · 6 months
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I need fix it steddyhands fics so I don’t launch myself into the ocean
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gale-in-space · 10 months
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I love film!Faramir because I’m a sucker for a redemption arc and also because I have two eyes and a brain
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marastriker · 2 years
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I just love him so much ;_;
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tinyspringtrap · 8 months
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think i need a new power supply for my pc this thing is chugging SO hard when all I'm tryna do is respec Astarion into a ranger bc I have no idea how to utilize a rogue and I refuse to remove him from my party
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mothills · 1 year
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I love aegon so much and no decision the writers room makes in the name of bad writing can take away my little guy that is so miserable so self destructiv
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acearchivist359 · 2 months
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i’m personally choosing to believe that gerry still has the dyed hair and tattoos in this universe . he may not be as traumatized but he’s an artist who names his paintings things like “camden epiphany” and hands them out to random strangers that come by his house . that man is still a weirdo and i stand by it
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roadunk1ll · 2 months
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if joker Jr Tim has no fans I am dead
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charliesinfern0 · 26 days
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jane enjoyer until i die
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meggalice · 8 months
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I have some propaganda to spread
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sauriurius · 17 days
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„I am a scorpio, he is a scorpio.“
„I dated a vegetarian once which was challenging.“
„I am not the most approachable human being.“
„If you want a salad with kidney beans, you go get some kidney beans.“
PLEASE never let this man stop talking, I have been cackling at this mans yapping for the last 24 hours
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scalpho · 11 months
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post-patricide grief counseling
(original post here)
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soup-child · 4 months
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The fact that Adaine "i don't know if im asexual im 15" Abernant and Riz "why is everyone so horny im definately aroace" Gukgak both being in the same show is incredibly important to me
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lassieposting · 6 months
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Concept:
Post-tadpole, Tav offers to help Astarion find a way to walk in the sun again, and she starts by going to different libraries and repositories and archives around the city to look for books that might be relevant. Astarion, obviously, has to stay in the rental room with the shutters closed during the daytime, so he can't come with her.
At some point, this takes her up to the posh part of the city, where the fancy ✨ scholarly ✨ archive is. She remembers most of the walk - it's not too far from the graveyard Astarion took her to, in the neighbourhood where he once used to live.
And like, it's never actually occurred to her that he could still have Actual Blood Relatives still living? It's not a topic she's ever thought to raise with him. But she has to sign in and out of the archive, and she just happens to notice the name three or four lines above hers: an initial and a surname she recognises.
Ancunín.
The same name from Astarion's gravestone.
A parent? A sibling?
A niece or nephew Astarion has never even met?
Thus begins a secondary quest of trying to reunite a broken family. Astarion is willing enough to talk about the few memories he still has of the thirty-nine years he had with his family before turning - a drop in the ocean compared to the 200 years spent suffering under Cazador - but he shuts down when she nudges him towards the likelihood that Mr & Mrs Ancunín are still alive. He retreats back behind the selfish, catty survivalist he was when she first met him and claims he has no interest in ever reconnecting. The pain in every clipped syllable says drop it, so she does.
But then he asks her, very quietly, several days later, what the initial was. He doesn't really react when she tells him - there's no obvious recognition, and he doesn't ask any follow-up questions or try to discuss it further. He just goes back to his book. She watches him out of the corner of her eye though, as she skim-reads her own giant tome of magical artifacts. A very long time goes by before she sees him turn a page.
For a good long while, the family issue gets put firmly on the back burner. They have other shit going on. Sometimes, it's following promising leads on a possible workaround for Astarion's sunlight allergy. Other times, it's the kind of ugly, ragged-edged breakdown that so often follows a period of relative safety and stability after a major trauma. He's been running in survival mode for two centuries, and now he's finally starting to feel secure enough for the rest of his mind to come back online, and all the trauma he couldn't handle at the time, all the pain and fear and tangled emotions survival mode was protecting him from, is catching up to him. During those sporadic episodes, trying to keep him from falling apart is her top priority and, well, time gets away from them and by the time he brings up his parents again, months or more have gone by, and they have a fairly good idea of what artifact of daywalking they need to find.
By the time it comes to actually meeting with them, still more months have passed, and they have already found it.
It's horrible, and heartwarming, and heartbreaking, and healing, and hurting, and so many other conflicting things that for a while - a long while - Tav doesn't know whether she actually did the right thing encouraging him to reach out to long-lost loved ones. It's a mess of moments that makes her heart ache for a dozen reasons. She finds out that Astarion looks most like his mother, but has his father's nose. She holds him for hours while he shakes and sobs into her shoulder because they never even left the city, they were here the whole time, and they never found him - and he's so angry and full of grief he doesn't know what to do with himself. She accompanies him to the home he was raised in, and the once-familiar surroundings jog memories he thought lost for good - he's glassy-eyed, recounting them to her, but she's fairly sure it's the good kind of glassy-eyed, so she doesn't mention it. She tries to make conversation at family dinner while he stares at his hands in his lap, dissociated, looking even more uncomfortable than she feels, utterly lost in a world that once fit him like a glove. There are a lot of feelings to try and mediate. They are all hurt, all damaged, all afraid, all looking for the ghost of a loved one in the face of a stranger.
But, eventually, there is a day where she overhears Astarion having a conversation with his father, and he sounds like himself - not the persona he puts on in public - and his father laughs at something he says in a way that's entertained rather than awkward. There is a day where his mother reaches out and he doesn't shake his head or step away - he lets her hug him goodbye. They have not slipped back into the graves they crawled out of in each other's lives - they are all very different people now - but they are learning new ways to fit together, and he seems to be pleased about it.
So she thinks, yeah, it was worth it.
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