January 2012
December 2011
Been playing too much Dragon Age.
To tumbl about dragon age /firstworldproblems
whitethornwolf asked: Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tagging back.
blambastian:
twas the night before christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring except for me still on fucking tumblr
All right
I’m going to go eat some delicious cake to bed now.
G’night.
SO MY MY YOUNGEST SIBLING WAS TALKING ABOUT GAME...
greytaliesin:
sometimesbrilliant:
AND SHE WAS ALL
“MY FAVORITES ARE THE WHITED HAIRED GUY AND HIS SISTER”
“Viserys and Daenerys”
“yes. who the hell names their kids that. Visseris and Danarius”
>Danarius
>Danarius
>DANARIUS
oh okay
THAT PICTURE THAT PICTURE I CANT
Fire can not kill a-
Whoops.
Happy Hogswatch, everyone!
Death: Humans need fantasy to *be* human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape. Susan: With tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Death: Yes. As practice, you have to start out learning to believe the little lies. Susan: So we can believe the big ones? Death: Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing. Susan: They’re not the same at all. Death: You think so?...
Merry Christmas Tumblr
I love you all <3 Have a wonderful holiday!
The Life and Mind of Ghostflowerdreams: Shale: So... →
ghostflowerdreams:
Shale: So are all of your kind similarly powerful, Qunari? Sten: I am not here to satisfy your curiosity, creature. Shale: That is true. I suppose I sounded like a human, chattering away? I apologize. Sten: No, it is I who should apologize. You are no human. You are a vastly superior…
I ship this now. Your fault.
Dragon Age Fandom HOLIDAY CHEER: Secret Santa Gift... →
dragonageholidaycheer:
ACT II
“You never come in to see the Qunari with us,” Aveline said, as they came out of the compound and found Isabela eating clams with relish.
“No, that’s your thing. You’re in the company of other people who can punch their way through a brick wall.”
“Shut up, whore.”
“I think we…
