So My Sister Wants To Start Sewing More, Because

on a second DA:I playthrough i’m noticing so much more foreshadowing in companion/advisor dialogue of how cadash/adaar/lavellan/tracelyan as a person HAS to be obliterated by the inquisition as a political, religious, and narrative force and the title of inquisitor.

mother giselle tells you from the beginning it doesn’t matter what you believe about being/not being the herald; you are an icon to the common people and the chantry.

josephine tells you after the truth about “andraste”/justinia is revealed in the fade—it doesn’t matter what you saw or felt, only what is remembered collectively.

dorian tells you if you ask to go with him to tevinter—you can never undo being the inquisitor, and would take away his agency just by being there.

varric tells you in haven that you’re a tragic hero, and asks at the wicked grace game if there is still a “you” separate from the inquisitor.

solas tells you in skyhold, if you tell him you intend to disband the inquisition, that the power you’ve amassed can’t be destroyed, and will only pass to less worthy hands if you relinquish it.

and all of that is just off the top of my head and comes up before ameridan’s name is ever mentioned.

and it’s all been said before but like! fuck! truth is the game was rigged from the start! you’ve been COOKED, inquisitor! YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME! it’s so fucking good

Y'all ever think about how Duke patrols during the day, utterly alone most of the time? He doesn't have default backup in the form of other people, out and about, it's just him and the assurance that someone somewhere would answer his call if something went wrong-- not just someone a burough over that he can rely on though.

Not to mention, it's Gotham. Crime doesn't stop in the daylight, the Bats just operate at night to get the heavy hitters that do and to use the darkness as a tool, a defensive line they can work out of. Duke never had had that-- and has never needed it.

Duke Thomas is the boldest of the Bats in a lot of ways, because nothing about him is a secret or ever should be-- he's a hero for the daylight, a reassurance that bad things may not balk at the sunlight, but neither will good people

There's scenes in books and fics that I just adore for this reason. Actually, in film too. Any of y'all watched sense8? Yeah, that shit slaps. Possibly the best way I've seen sex and intimacy used to explore and develop characters. Not just their own perceptions, but how do the characters connect with each other? How does this baseline of humanity intersect with their sexuality? The fact that they use sex in a way that doesn't always feel overtly sexual, but just as a metaphor for pleasure, freedom, and connection, if that makes any sense. Man.

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

Here's the thing, occasionally I want a boyfriend. Like I wanna be kissed, I wanna kiss someone, it's so much fun to make out and cuddle and talk shit, yk? But like. It's a lot of effort to form a new relationship like that, and I don't really want it with any of my friends. Or, at least, any of my friends who aren't straight. One of them is a very classic 'good boy' and I've been a bit in love with him for a while, but I can never make a move because he doesn't like men. So, whatever. I'll forget about it and stop caring for a bit soon, but right now I'd like to do a bit of kissing and heavy petting, yk?

So much of my writing recently has been in messages and it's so funny to me. Like there can be a whole conversation between one section and another just because of message limits. It's so stupid

Listening to one of your girls by Troye Sivan, this shit is great

im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to 

spiderman dances to the beat

no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour

riz gukgak is the character of all time. he's a goblin. he has a gun. he's in high school. he's saved the world multiple times. he's died before. he carries a briefcase with him everywhere. he threatened to eat a dragon. he refuses to stop investigating mysteries because otherwise he would have to deal with his grief over his dad's death. he did fantasy cocaine in a floating pirate city. he lied about having a romance partner and then got kidnapped by the manifestation of that lie. he tattooed clues all over his body in case his memory got wiped. he doesn't know how to connect with his friends outside of life-threatening situations. he has abandonment issues. his dead dad is a secret agent for heaven. he's canonically hot. he throws up when he's nervous. his nickname is the ball. he loves his mom. he hisses at things. he ran over a guy with his friend's van. he brought back an eldritch entity because he can't let a mystery go. he's even aroace.

i love fur, i love leather, i love wool, i love long lasting materials without plastic in them that will decompose and go back into the ecosystem after serving me well for several decades.

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much