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cerealforkart · 1 year
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Based on an incredibly one-off line from episode 28, Jodie chaperones Normal at Pride!
(I was going to include Hermie but it’s way funnier to think they forgot him in the car and won’t remember he exists for a couple hours)
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Not even close, baby, Technoblade never dies! Technoblade never dies! Never question me again, Chat! I don't care how many mobs ambush me, I don't care if they're a whole Wither army, I don't care if twelve Withers spawn in my location, I'm incapable of death! Iron armour, no helmet, doesn't matter! I do not die! I DO NOT DIE! Heh... Heh... Not once. Not once, Chat! I do not die! "Luck"?! Yeah, I AM pretty lucky because I was born Technoblade, incapable of death! The Immortal! Thank you very much!
Technoblade, Dream SMP
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aprilblossomgirl · 8 months
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View Benyapa as Pimfah & June Wanwimol as Napdao in Dangerous Romance (2023) Episode 5
I heard we have a new trainee teacher today. She’s assigned to be our homeroom teacher too. And she’s so damn cute. She’s also an alumna of this school. And most importantly, she's the best in her year class.
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quinn-pop · 10 months
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it’s cringe day Wednesday let’s get silly
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pretty sure these guys own the term partners?? romantically, platonically…they fight together, they fight each other, they have a bond that shook the heavens, AND they have parallel arcs?? wow…good for them
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kirkwallguy · 21 days
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prompt is hmmm least normal conversation between your hawke and varric?
alternatively, putting hawke in their least favorite situations, parties or murder, whichever dreads them more?
TYY you read my mind with this, my hawke had SUCH a messed up relationship with varric. and to combine the prompts, skyhold is basically a saw trap for him. so here's varric and hawke having a terrible conversation about hawke and anders' relationship at herald's rest.
The swill they sold at Herald's Rest, Skyhold's only tavern, was unlike anything Hawke had ever tasted before. In his youth he might have been able to bear it - long nights at The Hanged Man emptying barrels upon barrels of the worst drink Kirkwall had to offer had once been his only hobby. But the past few years had softened him. He wanted warm mead, cheap wine, someone to bring him elfroot tea as he put his feet up.
Varric didn't seem to care. He took a large swig from his tankard as if it was nothing, smacking his lips loudly.
"Maker, that hit the spot." He groaned.
Hawke didn't know what to say in response. He stared around the tavern, observing the other people drinking. They seemed on edge, nervous. It reminded him of that last night at Ostagar, everyone more than aware of the fact that they could die tomorrow. Perhaps that was why he was the only one who wasn't drinking like a fish.
"Hawke?" Varric was saying, "you listening?"
Hawke turned his gaze to Varric, "I'm listening," he grunted, pushing his drink away from him.
"Come on. I know you didn't hear a damn word I said."
Varric was suddenly serious. He sat back in his chair, tilting his chin up and meeting Hawke's eye. In this light, he suddenly looked far older than the man Hawke knew; it was hard to believe it had been a decade since they'd first met. Those first few uncomplicated months before the Deep Roads expedition, before a thousand tiny invisible barriers had begun to worm their way between them, felt simultaneously like a lifetime ago and yesterday afternoon.
"Do we have a problem, Hawke?" Varric asked.
Hawke laughed sharply. "No."
It was unconvincing, Hawke knew that. He watched as Varric picked up his drink and took another steady gulp, eyeing him suspiciously over the rim of his tankard.
Then his eyes drifted down, fixing on Hawke's hand before widening. He swallowed, coughed, reddened, looking for all the world like an Orlesian nobleman who'd just been caught doing something exceptionally unfashionable.
Hawke looked down at his hand. It was the same as ever, scarred and rough, nails bitten short in a habit Anders had always found disgusting.
And, against his worn skin, a single sunbeam in a stormy sky: his ring, once worn by his father and now worn by him. It was one half of a pair. The other half, his mother's, was somewhere far away, on the finger of someone he missed very much.
Varric couldn't stop staring at it. He was no longer red. His face was white, his knuckles even whiter.
"Hawke," he said slowly, "tell me that isn't what I think it is."
If he was honest with himself, Hawke had been anticipating this conversation ever since he'd arrived in Skyhold. If anything, he was surprised it had taken so long for Varric to notice. His gaze had a habit of lingering on him for a moment too long, taking in details nobody else saw.
He twisted the ring around his finger, "it's nothing," he lied.
"Doesn't look like nothing."
Hawke took the ring off and placed it on the table. It wasn't anything fancy, a cheap metal band coated with a thin layer of gold. His mother's ring had a small red gem inlaid in it, so bright it could have been red lyrium, but his father had been spared the frivolity.
"Does this make me your wife?" Anders had joked as Hawke had slipped the ring on his thin finger.
Varric reached out and picked it up, rolling the band around in his palm with a sour expression.
"When was the wedding?" He asked.
"A few years ago."
"Right." Varric said, gritting his teeth, "sure."
Hawke said nothing in response. He held his hand out, waiting for him to give the ring back.
Either Varric didn't notice him, or he pretended not to. He continued to fiddle with it, warming the cool metal in his hands, "were you planning on telling me? Or did my invite get lost somewhere?"
His voice was hard as stone but Hawke was harder. "Nobody was invited," he said, "it was just us."
And Bethany. And The Hero of Ferelden. And a few friends. But Varric didn't need to know that.
"Still," Varric continued to toy with the ring, "you could've written. I would've sent a gift."
Hawke snorted, "a gift for a wedding you don't approve of? The Orlesians are rubbing off on you, Varric."
It was hard for Hawke to keep the irritation from his voice. His patience was wearing thin. He reached out and snatched the ring from Varric's hand, slipping it back on his finger where it belonged.
Neither of them spoke for a long time after that. Hawke let his mind wander, thinking about how he'd tell this story when he got home. Would it make Anders smile? Would Bethany chide him for being too cruel? Or would the three of them sit in silence afterwards, navigating the personal mazes they were more and more often finding themselves lost in.
Varric coughed lightly, "I don't disapprove." He said, so quiet that Hawke barely heard him.
"Pardon?"
"I said, I don't disapprove." He repeated, "of you and Blondie, that is."
He was lying. Hawke felt a fire begin to ignite in his chest, "I read your book," he said sharply, "everyone did. All of Thedas knows exactly what you think."
"It was a dramatised version of events. I've said it a thousand times, Hawke, I'm not a historian-"
"-I'm a storyteller," Hawke finished, mimicking Varric's rough voice, "right."
Another silence. Varric had finished his drink by now but continued to fiddle with the tankard, peering into it every now and then as if hoping more alcohol would materialise if he wanted it badly enough.
Hawke had been maybe a hundred pages into The Tale of the Champion when he'd realised Varric was in love with him. The realisation had come over him like a heart attack, finally hitting after years of creeping up on him. Part of him thought maybe he should have realised sooner. It had, in hindsight, been sickeningly obvious.
When he'd asked Anders for his opinion, he'd had the nerve to laugh. (This had been, of course, when he still knew how to laugh. If Hawke had known how few of Anders' laughs he'd have left, he might not have been so angry. But that's always the way.)
"I was wondering when you were going to figure it out," he'd said, doubling over, "Maker, Isabela and I even had a bet, once."
Did Varric himself even know? Hawke looked at him. He was still staring morosely at his empty drink, a few strands of hair falling in his eyes where they'd come loose from his ponytail. Surely if he knew he would have said something by now. He was never usually quiet about his feelings.
"Varric." Hawke said.
"What?"
"Do you..."
Potential hung in the air, a dagger at the end of his tongue. Hawke could ask his question if he wanted. He could do anything if he wanted; he could ruin everything, he could run all the way home and cower beneath his bed, he could tear his sword from his hilt and see how many Templars he could slaughter before someone cut him down.
But he did nothing. Just as he had done nothing every night since arriving as Skyhold. He continued to sit on the uncomfortable chair at the dirty table, continued to ignore his drink. Varric stared at him with his tired, worn expression. There was a look in his eyes that reminded Hawke shockingly of Anders on the day he'd blown up the Chantry. An acknowledgement of an unavoidable fact and an acceptance of it, the mutual knowledge that Hawke could do anything in that moment and he wouldn't resist.
Just as before, Hawke couldn't go through with it. He dropped the dagger.
"Do you want another drink?" He asked.
Varric avoided his gaze and shrugged. "I think I'm done for the night."
"Sure."
"I'm going to turn in."
He slipped out from the table and into the fray of the crowded tavern, dodging stray elbows and swinging knees. Hawke watched him leave, finished his drink, then took the same path out into the cool night.
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umlewis · 2 months
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umgeorge · 5 months
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umseb · 5 months
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Vettel completely happy
World champion Sebastian Vettel says he is "completely happy" at Red Bull Racing, admitting he is not into "myths" like Ferrari or Mercedes right now. The German has been linked with Ferrari several times, but he claims he is perfectly happy at Red Bull because it is providing him with a car to win races. "Let's get this straight. To win races is not easy; to win championships even less so, at whatever team," Vettel told Formula 1's official website. "I feel completely happy at Red Bull. Of course Ferrari and Mercedes do come with a huge legend, but I am not into myth right now. What's important for me is that, when I come from the track and look in the mirror in my hotel room, I want to be able to say, 'Yes, that's me and I am satisfied with what I see.' After Abu Dhabi it feels good to know that I don't have anything to prove to myself any more." Vettel also admitted he is not too worried about his possible future teammates, as he is aware that he needs to beat everybody to be the best.
"In the end I don't waste too many thoughts on who is my team-mate," he said in a joint interview with Formula 1 supremo Bernie Ecclestone "I want to be the best, so I have to beat them all, with the same car or any other. I would never ask my team to get me a teammate to my liking, but I expect two things from whoever has the second cockpit: honesty and respect."
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diabolicjoy · 2 years
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so weird how to exactly a year ago i was living the most awful moment in my life where i couldn’t get a break from my brain telling me to kill myself so insistently... & i was actually heavily considering it so i didn’t have to listen to it anymore. & now i’m putting pink & purple flowers in my room which has now increased its quantity of trinkets & drawings + photos on my wall & my shelf is now filled with ceramic pieces that i learned to make (with my own hands!) since then. there’s a big box with skeins & scraps of yarn because now i knit & make crochet hats for myself & my new baby cousin who’s a month old. i don’t mind the new things because this time i can get up to clean off all the dust. i’m lying in bed now drinking yerba mate & it feels too peaceful & i can’t wait to wake up at 8 tomorrow & wash my hair & eat crunchy bread & drink warm coffee on a wonky mug. & later meet up with people that i didn’t even know the existence of a year ago but now i see every week & can’t help but enjoy every second with them. i feel cared for & i imagine it would be a bummer if i permanently disappeared. i have new shoes that i wear everyday because each day feels special enough for them. i brush my teeth, i remember to wear my glasses, i wear a one piece swimsuit & pick up seashells, i make gifts for my loved ones, i doodle on my walls, i climb the ladder at used bookstores, i lay on the grass, i’m not embarrassed to ask questions, i hold my mother’s hand. i just do a little work & go home & it’s not the end of world
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junelalonde · 11 months
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New song - "For A Girl"
You can listen here.
Thank you for listening!
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karimationkat · 3 months
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Congrats to Purple for being my favourite for 5 years, 7 months and 21 days.
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infinitystation · 1 year
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btw if your all-inclusive pride posts dont include the rainbow flag then it's not all-inclusive
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cowgurrrl · 8 months
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There’s been so much love on When You’re Lost in the Darkness/Look for the Light recently and it’s making me all emotional it might just be because that’s the only series I’ve been writing for recently (sorry oftm babes, I will be back for you) but either way it still makes my heart happy to know how much y’all love it 🥹
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hopeinthebox · 2 years
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on repeat songs tag game
i was tagged by the incredible @hobis-suga the wonderful @everythinqoes & the marvellous @taechnological to post my on repeat playlist <33 thank you my darlings!! here she is:
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better late than never, right? anyway stream MORE by j-hope if you get the chance. sound of the summer.
i'm tagging some angels @myork @mochiofbusan @dinamitae @thvinyl @minsugasuga @jiminsproof @cordiallyfuturedwight feel free to ignore completely and if you've already done it I'M SORRY but also please send it to me <33
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umlewis · 11 months
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umgeorge · 11 months
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