#bitch are you seriously?

[fabuladorah]

It is really unfortunate that angst is my fave part of stories because it makes me live in a constat dehydratated state.

[socvincjpeg]

No bc if i fumbled ford as badly as bill did i'd be on the news

Edit for clarity: The text says ‘I Grow Maddened’!!

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[bunnyboy-juice]

you guys know butch =/= taking T right? you guys know dyke masculinity is not correlated to being transmasc right? you guys know that even your silly jokes where you flatten butchness to taking T/being transmasc is extremely transmisogynistic right?

[gayestcowboy]

genuinely cannot wrap my head around ofmd superfans raising over twenty thousand us dollars to put up BILLBOARDS in an attempt to save a tv show. fucking billboards. advertisements. $20k raised for a literal tv show in the midst of a genocide. no tv show on this planet is worth throwing thousands away on advertisements attempting to reverse a cancellation while a genocide is enacted. do you know how much you could do with $20k? besides, the debate on whether or not the show deserved to be cancelled does not matter one bit at this point. it is pointless. it is incredibly obvious where the ethics of these fans lie, especially the wealthy ones willing to fund an entire times square billboard. i just cant fucking understand it.

[avemakuta]

More games where character creation is just the beginning of the character's appearance please.

More games where your adventures give you scars, wrinkles, gray hairs, bizarre magical tattoos, eyes that shine in the dark with the force of the curse upon you, patches of scales where you were splashed with the blood of the dragon you slew, sharp teeth from having to eat monster flesh to survive, a million little things that set you apart from the sweet innocent child who first set out on the road to adventure.

More games where other characters see you and know you're no ordinary townsfolk, because you've been irrevocably changed by your experiences and if you ever go home, you won't fit anymore.

[pownicmania5000]

"You go girl" is an understatement for this holy shit

[zutarawasrobbed]

Roku insinuating that Kyoshi bullies the previous incarnations in the spirit world had no business being that funny.

[royaltea000]

Putting my pretty princess in different outfits again

[tagerrkix]

[skitskatdacat63]

How did I never hear this radio until the brawn doc hahahaha

[the-library-of-forgotten-endings]

i'm gonna be so real all of lights plans would have fallen apart if the authors had bothered to make their female characters complex and have an IQ above room temperature

[snowfallnight]

ACTING

[ltsorbetes]

im sorry but Fallout fans on Reddit casually have like the worst opinions ever

what the fuck do you mean “bitter springs was justified” or the great khans somehow deserved to have many of their children killed. also @ people who think vera deserved her fate. you know, some girl in a very uneven power dynamic who was being blackmailed through her terminal illness. also also them ignoring the nuances of joshua's character because edgy badass "we can't expect god to do all the work". Bonus points it's all three

[zeb-z]

the Niklaus fandom is dying ❗️ Repost if you’d trust him with your wallet!

[serpentface]

Brakul Red-Dog was a decidedly handsome man, though soft featured and fishbelly pale in complexion. He was tall and thickly muscled, with a heavyset wrestler’s build that spoke to years of bodily conflict between hard labor and good eating. His hair was a striking orange-blonde, which he always kept shorn close to the scalp. His brows, beard and mustache were darker in color, bushy but well-trimmed and fastidiously maintained. He always spoke slowly and with great care, less for Wardi being his second language and more for the gap between his front teeth that would whistle, rather embarrassingly, were he not careful. He was born of the Hill Tribes, specifically a clan of farmers and cattle drivers on the north side of the Erubin river valley. If Brakul's hair and accent wasn't enough, his tattooing made these heathen origins abundantly clear. Trailing down beneath each deep brown eye was a vertical line bordered with four dots apiece. His upper arms were braced with alternating banded patterns of lines, dots, and square whorls. Most eye-catching was on the left of his broad chest, where a figure of a dog seemed to bound majestically over his nipple.  Brakul would often be seized by a nostalgic melancholy in drunkenness and set about explaining his markings to his Wardi compatriots, tracing over his skin and identifying each point in his slow, deep voice. His arms and face, apparently, contained exhaustive detail about his family tree; fathers and grandfathers and brothers and brothers-in-law and uncles and great-uncles and second cousins and so on. The nuances of how some circles and rectangles could do so always eluded Janeys.  The dog was fresher, the ink black where the rest faded blue-gray, and its meaning simpler. It was a bit of a bitter joke, a nod to his war name ‘Red-Dog’. Apparently, his people would tattoo the symbol of their clan's name over the heart upon final initiations into manhood. Brakul never got the chance, given he’d left his brothers, wife, and child for foreign causes and a foreign lad, and as such had been thoroughly disowned. The dog was the only name he had left. Janeys knew of people who oh-so-creatively derided Brakul as ‘Haidamane’s dog’ and chinmachen based on this. These were, of course, absolute fucking morons. Anyone with half a brain and the barest observational skill would know the man was completely and utterly ganmachen, ox-faced by both temperament and birthsign. Hardy in nature, placid and quiet under most circumstances, stubborn to a fault, and dangerous when pressed.  It was Janeys who was born under the dog stars, though this he kept secret, implying himself to be his dear Faiza’s twin when asked. The two of them looked much alike after all, and were born just over a year apart. It took only this small, harmless exaggeration to claim her far more auspicious birthsign as his own, which was well worth the risks of dishonesty. Janeys had enough problems - and more than enough scathing epithets - without the addition of ‘bitch-faced��� to his good name, thank you very much.

Janeys' POV introducing Brakul Red-Dog, himself, and (loosely) the Wardi zodiac system

[lizzybeeee]

Inquisitor: "Is there any way Solas can be reasoned with?"

Me after Solas has killed Varric, used blood magic on me, trapped me in the fade, created the blight, made the titans tranquil/fucked with the dwarves, started the chain of events that led to Southern Thedas being destroyed, and stealing all my good gear from Inquisition: