#and while i was rerunning i fell in love with cass

[watcher1ngellvar]

Okay so, I've got 2

Where's my love by syml

And hurricane by fleurie

I started playing dragon age when I was 14, started with inquisition while I was at boarding school. Solavellan was my first playthrough, and really my first ever experience of any kind of romance. My Canon Inquisitor, Naomi Lavellan, was my first run, and I almost romanced Blackwall, but after I got to skyhold I spoke to Solas first, and the fade kiss got to me.

Anyway, at the time there were two solavellan edits that were really popular on YouTube, both with heavily modded footage, using these two songs, and I fell completely in love with them after I finished trespasser, and I would watch them and sob and watch them again, and to this day I can't listen to them without thinking of Naomi and the egg man.

ok solavellan nation. what’s YOUR one true solavellan song

u can’t pick hallelujah that’s the canon one. NO PLAGIARISM

[batfamily-trash]

World Cup Fever

Key: f/f - favorite fruit, güey is pronounced way.

WARNING: LANGUAGE, OPINIONS, SPANISH, CUSS WORDS IN SPANISH, MAYBE SOME FRENCH FOR NO REASON

You have been warned

The Manor was quiet for once, but that wouldn’t last. You quickly kissed your boyfriend before quickly leaving his room and letting him rest. Today was an important day, at least for you and Jason. You just hoped this day wasn’t going to waste. After making sure the halls were clear you walked into Jason’s old room and grabbed the green soccer shirt on his bed. You checked the clock on his nightstand noticing you only had twenty minutes before the game started. Tim wouldn’t wake up anytime soon so there was no need to worry about him, but Damian and Bruce were light sleepers and Dick was probably already up watching cartoons in the living room.

You ran downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed an f/f and prepared something to drink.

“Is it game day Miss y/n?” Alfred asked you when he noticed you in the kitchen.

“Yup,” you answered. “I’m just waiting for Jay to show up.”

“Should I prepare some snacks then?”

“Nah, we’ll be fine. But Dick might need some comfort food after we shut off his cartoons. Probably frosted flakes.”

“Of course, should I see if Master Jason is here?”

“Thanks, Alfie but I got it.” you took your drink and sprinted to the front door and right on time. The minute you opened the door you crashed into what seemed a brick wall.

“Ow fuck,” you said rubbing your nose.

“Language prinsesa,” Jason said holding you up by your shoulders.

“Whatevs hurry up the game starts in five minutes,” you said pulling him inside. He let you drag him to the living room while you assured him that Bruce wouldn’t mind him being in the Manor.

“Oh and also Dick is up and watching reruns of looney tunes.”

“I’ll deal with that.”

The minute you entered the living all you heard was, “scuse you golden boy!” and then Dick flew off the couch.

“What the hell Jason?!?!? Y/n! Jason pushed me!” he whined.

You looked at him then at the tv. “As much as I love you, Dick, soccer is my first love and Tim is my second, you, on the other hand, are my third,” you said jumping onto the couch. Dick sat on the floor in distress. His cartoons…

“We’re five minutes in and EVERYONE IS ALREADY PLAYING DIRTY?!?!?”

“Shhh, you’re going to wake everyone up.”

You hit Jason on the arm and leaned back into the couch. “So what?”

“Shut up and watch the game,” Jay said covering your mouth his hand. You sighed and watched the game silently.

Dick sat down next to you holding a bowl of cereal in hands looking at the tv confused. “What’s the deal anyway? It’s just soccer.”

“Just soccer?” you began, “its a way of life! Soccer unites people in the craziest times! Didn’t you hear that when Mexico won against Germany there was a man-made earthquake in Mexico City?”

“You guys are crazy,” he said get up and walking out the living room.

After a rough patrol, Damian expected to sleep in before going out to help the Teen Titans. But apparently, his brother and his brother’s girlfriend had other plans.

“Si. Penalty penalty penalty. DONT FUCK THIS UP VELA!” Jason shouted.

“Come on come on come on….. YESSS YES GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!” you cheered dropping your phone in the process.

“GOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT! Someone should teach Messi.”

“HEY, deja Argentina out of this they still have a tiny chance of hope,” you said smacking Jason.

Damian got off his bed and walked out of his room only to encounter Tim.

“What’s all that noise?” Damian asked. Tim shrugged his shoulders and began to walk away. “Where are you going?”

“Imma look for y/n,” Tim said. He stumbled down the stairs into the living room. Where he found you jumping in the air while Jason was… crying? He looked at you then at Jason.

“What’s going on?” He asked you. You stopped your cheering while Jason quickly wiped his tears away. Damian then walked in behind Tim holding a sword, glaring at you.

“Uhhhh, world cup, Mexico scored a point,” you said nervously. Tim rolled his eyes and walked towards you and pushed you onto the couch before laying down on you.

“TT. All this ruckus for a game of chase the ball?” Damian said. Jason shot off the couch and tackled Damian on the ground shouting, “IT’S NOT CHASE THE BALL. IT’S FOOTBALL OR AS HOW AMERICANS CALL IT SOCCER.” It was a nice sight until Dick came in and pried him off.  Now it was just depressing.

—halftime—

Since Damian had little to no clue about soccer you and Jason immediately jumped in to explain everything to him. Good thing it was halftime.

“So yeah the team with the most points gets a spot in the next phase,” Jason explained. Damian sat on the couch looking extremely bored as Tim played with your hair.

“Jason I think you blew his brain,” Tim said. You laughed a bit but shut up as Damian proceed to glare at you. Again.

“Okay everyone shut up halftime is over!” Dick announced. Somehow you and Jason managed to get him to engage into the game.

Damian, Tim, and Dick didn’t think Mexico was going to make another goal until Chicharito proved them wrong. Which caused you and Jason to shout. Again. It’s amazing how Bruce hasn’t woken up yet and kicked you out.

“GOLLLLL, SI, YES, OUI, DALE TRI!” Jay cheered.

“oh my god shut up,” Damian said covering his ears.

“GOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL DALE GÜEY! YA GANO MEXICO!” You shouted in excitement.

“There’s still twenty minutes left.”

“AY AY AY AY CANTA Y NO LLORES PORQUE CANTANDO SE ALEGRAN CIELITO LINDO LOS CORAZONES,” you and Jason sang.

Everyone else just sighed as you two finished singing just to start singing again to annoy them. How did Tim deal with you?

The end of the game was near. You and Jason were both glad cause Mexico made it this far. Tim was glad the game was about to end that meant spending time with you. Damian just wanted you guys to shut up.

“No mames, cinco minutos? That’s too much.” Jay stated as the sports announcer announced that they were adding more time. You agreed with Jason. Adding more time to a game where everyone already knows the winner is dumb. As you waited for the game to be over you decided to paint Tim’s because he fell asleep on you.

You spent two minutes painting one hand when Jason announced something surprising.

“…………………. well then…… GOAL FOR KOREA!”

“I thought you two were rooting for Mexico?” Dick asked. Taking your nail polish away.

“Oh we are,” Jay said.

“We just have enough team spirit for both teams,” You finished. The rest of the game was spent fighting with Dick over who got to paint Tim’s nails before he woke up. After the game was over someone had the smart idea of suggesting their own soccer game. Somehow Bruce heard and ran downstairs to say no. Surprisingly.

But you know you guys were adults with no self-control and problems with authority you went and played soccer.

Tim passed out, Damian lost the last of his baby teeth, Dick broke his leg, Jason broke his arm somehow, and you ended up with a black eye. While you five were in pain and misery, Cass, Duke, and Babs enjoyed the moment. At least with you guys being hurt, you won’t be able to do stupid shit for a while.