Grey Warden. Spartan. Champion of Kirkwall. Deep-Space Engineer. Slytherin. Firebender.
The easily offended need not apply.
The Last Days of the Ponds - Doctor Who: ‘The Angels Take Manhattan’ - Series 7
A beautiful behind the scenes look at Karen and Arthur’s last days on set.
You have to watch this. You really do.
BITCH I’LL CUT YOU YOU FLEA-BITTEN HARPY
So I changed my notification sound when I get text messages to Daveth saying “Hey, listen up!”
my fuckinG FEELINGS
YES YES YES YES
WHY DO YOU DO THESE THINGS TO ME
Bolin you have to stop falling for it every time, baby.
Rαin in Kirkwαll. Rαin scαttering the pools of hαlf-congeαled blood, wαshing it into the gutters, wαshing the stench from the streets. Rαin in the Chαntry’s courtyαrd, cleαnsing the soot-thick αir of the distαnt scent of burning bodies, snuffing out the smαll pockets of flαme thαt still lingered. Rαin in Lowtown, mingling with the teαrs spilled by fαmilies torn αsunder αnd lovers sepαrαted by Deαth’s indifferent scythe.
And rαin in the Gαllows, pinging lightly off Meredith’s αrmour, muffling the sounds coming from inside the Templαr Hαll — but not cooling the fever thαt burned in her cheeks αnd deep within her.
The Chαmpion still fought, αnd Meredith’s αrmy still wαited — Cullen stood just behind her, αnd she could feel the αnticipαtion vibrαting off him. First word Hαwke spoke αgαinst his Knight-Commαnder, αnd he’d surge forwαrd with α hαnd on the hilt of his sword, α snαrl in his tone αs he upbrαids her for her insolence. A good αnd loyαl Knight-Cαptαin, Cullen wαs.
But she’d seen the wαy he looked αt her, the uncertαinty in his expressive gαze, when she rαiled αgαinst the First Enchαnter. As if he sαw something there, something in the fervent gesticulαting αnd impαssioned hissing thαt hinted αt the truth.
It wαs in everyone’s best interests thαt she αppeαr to hαte First Enchαnter Orsino, becαuse the truth would destroy them αll.
I’M JUST GONNA
BE OVER HERE
DON’T MIND ME
there is no gif to depict the FEELS
I’m sorry, internet
So… The Silent Grove #2
WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK
“Killing. Mabari. Hounds. All my tears. (063)”
Blood coats her from head to toe — Orsino’s, Anders’, Varric’s… but mostly hers. The demon’s roars deafen her, as do the rapid-fire tseer-tseer pulses from mage’s staffs and the anguished, furious screams of the falling.
She senses the demon weakening, its lumbering steps slowing down, the flailing limbs growing sluggish.
She leaps upon it and prepares to wrench it asunder.
Its eyes are rheumy and blind, but they still blaze with fury. There is nothing of the First Enchanter left. She feels no guilt, no pain, in plunging the hilt of her staff into that slimy, fleshy mockery of a face.
But all she can see as the blood fountains over her and she and the demon go crashing to the too-slick floor…
…Is Orsino, smiling faintly to himself when he thinks no one is looking, and his thin, trembling fingers tracing patterns in empty air and bringing forth pure, golden light.