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december kicked my ass and its not even over yet.

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in the end, you are always alone in your actions
Honestly the biggest tragedy in dragon age is that i cant have both Marian and Garrett Hawke in the same game.Â
You know itâs true
   *  ANGSTY BOJACK HORSEMAN ASK  MEMES !
â i donât believe in deep down . i kind of think that all you are is just the things you do . â
â itâs you .  you are what is wrong with you . â
â you need to be better . â
â they key to being happy isnât a search for meaning . itâs to just keep yourself busy with unimportant nonsense, and eventually, youâll be dead . â
â itâs so cruel to let people love you . all youâre doing is promising youâll one day break their hearts . â
â life is a series of closing doors , isnât it ? âÂ
â you donât love me , weâre just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less . â
â oh , just imagine how nice things couldâve been . â
â you were born broken , thatâs your birthright . â
â you can fill your life with projects , and books , and movies , your little girlfriends . but it wonât make you whole . â (feel free to edit/change pronouns)
â youâre [INSERT CHARACTER NAME] . thereâs no cure for that . â
â every day it gets a little easier . but you gotta do it every day , thatâs the hard part . but it does get easier . â
â when iâm with you , i donât hate myself . â
â nobody ever wants to hear the truth . â
â it takes a long time to recognise how truly miserable you are , even longer to see it doesnât have to be that way . â
â when you look at someone through rose - coloured glasses , all the red flags just look like flags . âÂ
â closure is a made up thing . â
â am i just doomed to be who i am ?  â
â tell me iâm good . â
â you make me too sad . â
â that voice âŚÂ the one that tells you youâre worthless , and stupid , and ugly , it goes away right ? â
â love does things to people . terrible things . â
â i see you . â
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;; oh, brother
Thereâs a multitude of mistakes he has made in his lifetime. Coming home, he hopes, wonât be one. When heâd left a decade prior, Garrett had acted in anger and pain, hadnât realized just how vast the world was. Hadnât realized how many chances he would miss, how big his shortcomings would grow.
Gamlenâs home was a hovel. Kirkwall a cesspool. The long days stretched into weeks as he waits for his brothers to come home. Garrett spends more evening than he should at the docks, staring out over the water, the vial with Bethanyâs ashes clutched tight in his hand. He should be there, with his mother, but after a life spend moving, itâs hard to sit still. Harder to wait.
He isnât there when he should be. He never is. As Garrett walks back to Lowtown, rounds the corner to the place heâs trying to call home, he hears the grief long before he sees it. His motherâs wail is piercing through the open door, and Garrettâs steps still as he rounds the stairs.
âMy baby boy!â Leandra shrieks, curled on her knees. Garrett moves mechanically to the doorway. âMy baby!â
âWhatâs going on?â Garrett asks. Itâs a useless question. Gamlen glares over the hunched form of a burly warrior, parts his lips with accusations, but the words donât touch the air. Garrett cuts him off with a sharp, âMother? Whatâs happened?â
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me, finding all the people i used to know are still around: HHHH MY DARLINGS LET ME WRITE EVERY MUSE FOR YOU
;; blood of my blood
zaldriziâ:
she can still hear their screeches . embedded into her ears , haunting her stone shelled heart . sheâs conquered cities , laid waste to armies  &  watched as the chains were cast off by those who did not want them . this âŚÂ however , was different . her connection to her children was all she had . the blood of the dragon and she could not save them . protect them . her facade was falling , even as she willed the curtain to remain . keep her eyes dry , scream inside .
the tunnels were dark , no one would see , no one but Grey Worm . but heâd seen so many of her faces now , this one couldnât be new . heartbreak hadnât been few  &  far between but haunting , frequent . to the point one becomes used to it . yet , she equates those screeches of pain to her children , the only ones sheâll have . believing that they were kin , feeling every inch of her twist beneath the cave system .
â  let him pass , Grey Worm .  â  how hallow her voice sounded now .  â   what do you want , Hawke ? I have provided all I can in this effort .   â
Itâs like something essential inside of her had slipped, just slightly, out of place. Now she threatened to topple at any second, like the ancient ruins of this mountain. He barely knows her, but he knows what itâs like to break into pieces. Garrett swallows against the dryness in his throat, a million memories and whispers wrapping around him like an old friend best left forgotten.
The old knight moves at last and Garrett doesnât bother to spare him a second look. Formidable warrior he might be, but he was nothing more than a dog to this defenseless little woman. Donât exaggerate, he reminds himself. Defenseless wasnât entirely accurate. She had a dragon at her beck and call, after all. There was strength under her softness, and Garrett couldnât afford to doubt her ability to hide and hold a dagger.
Garrett drops himself down next to her, careful to give her enough space. He watches her sidelong, wondering if he really needs to ask whatâs on his mind: Why was she so quiet? A few beats pass before Garrett looks into the fire and says, âI know youâre new around here, but that doesnât mean you're not part of this team. You can tell us your grievances.â
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;; blood of my blood
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Shadows are longer and darker when its corpses that hide beneath the gloom. But after a long day of culling dragons and executing cultists, their band of misfits falls into easy, relieved chatter, excited for the mysteries beyond. They do not talk of the dragon on the hill, a supposed reincarnation of Andraste herself. Garrett doesnât mind. Heâs never been one for Chantry rhetoric or debates of faith.
What he does mind is the pocket of silence looming at the edge of their group. Itâs unsettling. Daenerys might be a new arrival, both to their quest and Thedas as a whole, but in the short few days heâs known her, Garrett hasnât known her to withhold her opinion.
He goes to the Warden first. Explains his concern, but gets rebuffed: Thereâs so much prep to do for tomorrow. If heâs so worried, why doesnât he handle it himself? Well, fine, maybe he will.
Garrett stubbornly refuses to acknowledge the suspicious stare of Daenerysâ ever-present guardian until the man is intercepting his path, preventing him from sitting at the dragon queenâs side. Garrett grunts, "What? Do I need her graceâs permission to proceed?â The sarcasm is needless, but nonetheless potent. His amber gaze slides past whatâs-his-nameâs shoulder to find hers. âCall off your toy soldier, will you?â
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Garrettâs armor clinks as he shifts in the silence that follows his friendâs declaration. A few moments more, and he lets out a long, tired sigh. âThis is the problem with your blighted nation,â Garrett grouses, amber eyes flaring in the light from their fire. âAlways going on about wrong and right, like anyone knows better than anyone else.â A huff.
âYouâre going to have to live with your decision,â Garrett says, twisting to stare him down. Itâs not that Alistair was wrong to do what he did. Thereâs a certain justice in freeing those mages of the demonic influences ruling over them. But wasnât there a better way? Soft whispers swirl through his mind, promising him the secrets of the world for the smallest shred of his soul: No. Garrett claps Alistair heavily on the shoulder.
âJust do better next time.â
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;; wingman
cont. from here
Damn. She was mad. Garrett wastes the first five seconds of his precious thirty trying to figure out what to say next; honestly, heâd thought he would have to kick down her door to get her to talk to him. Having Nimia actually answer the phone wasnât something heâd prepared for.
   â--uh,â Garrett stutters uselessly. âWell, uh, see-- Alright, so Iâm pretty sure I fucked up your chances with whatâs-his-face. But I can make it up to you? Apology breakfast? Iâll cook and everything.â

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