Grey Warden. Spartan. Champion of Kirkwall. Deep-Space Engineer. Slytherin. Firebender.
The easily offended need not apply.
I’M NOT ASHAMED OF MY PERIOD CHALICE
I BET YOU PAINT WITH IT
FUCKIN WEIRD ASS TEMPLARS
WE DO NOT EMBRACE THE USE OF BLOOD
Cailan: Anora I’m horny.
Anora: God damnit I’m busy running the country
You’ve just written the shortest fan fic, ever. *genuflects*
So, my best friend in the whole wide world leave for college
I figured now was a good time to have a
smallappreciation post for her.
I love you, Mal.
those captions wtf kjlha;fskj hds;khfn;a hfd
you’re perfect and I love you. ;A; I miss you already booboo ♥♥
TOTALLY. I MEAN IF I KISSED SOMEONE 6 MORE TIMES I WAS TOTALLY NOT OKAY WITH IT THE FIRST TIME
Ugh, it’s just crap like this that pisses me off. A lot. I really love that picture. That dude is just stoked to be home and alive. He didn’t freaking rip her panties off or anything rapey. If she slapped him, he learned his lesson. Obviously, she wasn’t mad enough not to come see him six more times.
I just needed this conversation on my blog.
if Mal keeps talking about her Maker-damned bosoms I’m going to be permanently stuck in Zevran mode
Mal is Cailan— Er, Carl Theirin. A Civil War soldier!
That’s what happens when the guy taking down your alias thinks the name ‘Cailan’ is too hard.
NOPE IT WAS CARL MCALLISTER
god that name sucks
… But we killed Wynne…
I promised Mahuika that I’d do a Gheyna sketch for her during Shianni Week and I finally delivered :P
I CAME BACK FROM A POWER BLACK OUT TO SEE THIS
I LOVE YOU
AND WE ALL KNOW WHOSE FAULT THIS IS I AM JS.
WOAH WHY ARE WE NOT FOLLOWING EACH OTHER WHAT IS THIS
Mαl. Slow internet. I would hαve αccepted αn explαnαtion rαther thαn try to use α link to α site thαt would just slow down the αlreαdy-bαd connection even further.
And with Me, I know if I’m being ridiculous. Or, I’m doing it on purpose. I’m very αwαre of the process of My body/mind on substαnces, which sometimes is counter-productive (or just plαin αnnoying).
FUCK, GOD DAMNIT. HOW DO I CONTINUALLY DO THIS SHIT.
Basically Yooper music is… Imagine someone with a Canadian accent singing about beer and shooting deer. And occasionally boats and mosquitoes. With lots of accordion.
Sounds like we’d get along famously
Sometimes I’m slouchy (not αlwαys, but sometimes). Which I guess is αlso pαrt of MY Fenris-ness. Hm.
Well, don’t αsk Me thαt unless you wαnt αn αffirmαtive response. And for Me to remember it in the morning. (I rαrely forget things the morning αfter.)
I don’t know whαt Yooper music is.
^Yooper music. My stepfather is one, and apparently when I’m drunk I like to cater to that … er. Part of my childhood.
I don’t forget things either. I just don’t understand how ridiculous I’m being. I think I’m being absolutely normal and everyone else is the one who sucks.
Figures thαt we’re the two drunkαrds.
At the right level/kind of drunkenness I turn into Isαbelα. /hαlf-serious
Mαl, I’m 5’4”. I know elves αren’t the tαllest fuckers this side of creαtion, but our height difference cαn’t be thαt much.
… i’m 5’0”
I will just chill out sitting on the floor dkgjdg idh afdh .
I seriously ask everyone to make out with me and get mad when people say “no”. Apparently.
And I also listen to Yooper music.