lampshroomomg:

I am still fully convinced that the reason as to why the enemies just appear in hordes(falling from the roofs pfft) in DA2 has to do with Varric changing how many enemies they were to Cassandra.

"They were 10, no 25, no wait 500 thugs all attacking us at once"

snuffysbox:

Surana and Jowan, mage bff’s. 

snuffysbox:

Surana and Jowan, mage bff’s. 

embroideredcupcake:

sarah-yyy:

Is there a Witness Protection AU in the E/R fandom?

Because Witness Protection AU. JUST THINK.

Disgruntled FBI agent Grantaire sighing as he catches Enjolras trying to escape again because he needs to leave, he needs to track the other Amis down to see that they’re actually okay, and no, it doesn’t mean anything that Grantaire keeps telling him that they’re all safe and fine. Sulky Enjolras who isn’t allowed to use the Internet without supervision because Grantaire knows he’s going to try to leave Combeferre and Feuilly secret messages. Nosy next-door neighbours who keep coming over and wanting to know why they’re here, are they a couple, oh Grantaire wears his ring on a chain, are they married?

                 (tags via fratschi

how-much-farther-to-go:

This is what I love about the story of the Stark sisters: When we first meet them, we immediately think, “Okay, Arya=Ned and Sansa=Catelyn.” GRRM then spends the rest of five books playing with that expectation, switching their roles back and forth.
Arya goes to the Riverlands and tells the story of how the war ravages the common folk, just like her mother.
Sansa stays in the Red Keep and describes how everyone there is dishonorable and corrupt, just like her father.
He knows that your next immediate thought would be, “Oh okay, so Sansa is a ‘wolf in fish scales’ and Arya is a ‘trout in in wolf fur” but he subverts that thought as well.
Arya is well on her way to becoming a great swordswoman, in the exact opposite way than her father would have thought, with water dancing and stealth.
Sansa is well on her way to being a true lady-of-household, in the exact opposite way her mother would have thought, as a “bastard.”
Arya moves to Braavos, to once again live next to flowing bodies of water, and be called “Cat”; there she spends the whole time insisting that justice is better than the vengeance dealt out by the Faceless Men, just how her mother preferred peace to vengeance at the very beginning of the story.
Sansa goes to live in the Vale, acting as a wary co-conspirator/opponent of Petyr Baelish, just like her father at the very beginning of the story.
So remember folks, when you simplify the one of the most complex and layered sister relationships that’s ever been the old gods and the new gods will cry sad, sad tears.

how-much-farther-to-go:

This is what I love about the story of the Stark sisters: When we first meet them, we immediately think, “Okay, Arya=Ned and Sansa=Catelyn.” GRRM then spends the rest of five books playing with that expectation, switching their roles back and forth.

Arya goes to the Riverlands and tells the story of how the war ravages the common folk, just like her mother.

Sansa stays in the Red Keep and describes how everyone there is dishonorable and corrupt, just like her father.

He knows that your next immediate thought would be, “Oh okay, so Sansa is a ‘wolf in fish scales’ and Arya is a ‘trout in in wolf fur” but he subverts that thought as well.

Arya is well on her way to becoming a great swordswoman, in the exact opposite way than her father would have thought, with water dancing and stealth.

Sansa is well on her way to being a true lady-of-household, in the exact opposite way her mother would have thought, as a “bastard.”

Arya moves to Braavos, to once again live next to flowing bodies of water, and be called “Cat”; there she spends the whole time insisting that justice is better than the vengeance dealt out by the Faceless Men, just how her mother preferred peace to vengeance at the very beginning of the story.

Sansa goes to live in the Vale, acting as a wary co-conspirator/opponent of Petyr Baelish, just like her father at the very beginning of the story.

So remember folks, when you simplify the one of the most complex and layered sister relationships that’s ever been the old gods and the new gods will cry sad, sad tears.

mervley:

Whatever we were before… We are now the Inquisition.

niarchery:

A self indulgent triumvirate thing before I get started on coloring the prompt sketches. Courfeyrac decides to be a lil shit and steals Combeferre’s glasses.

niarchery:

A self indulgent triumvirate thing before I get started on coloring the prompt sketches. Courfeyrac decides to be a lil shit and steals Combeferre’s glasses.

  • what she says: you can touch my hair if you want
  • what she means: please for the love of god play with my hair feel how soft it is i will roll over into your lap like a kitten

balverine:

jumping on the text posts bandwagon.

frogkin:

*likes your post* a great interaction, we are truly bonding

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