#it's fine i'm fine i'm totally completely fine

[genderqueerdykes]

sorry if this is a question better suited for an asexuality centered blog-

can you have the sex-repulsed part of asexuality without actually being asexual?

for a while I thought I was demisexual, because I'm completely happy with non-sexual relationships and I prefer it that way, but I realized that I definitely do feel sexual attraction

I feel attraction to both real people and fictional, but the best way I can say it is I just don't want it? like yes for example I find my partner sexually attractive, but I don't want any sort of sexual involvement. with anyone. I'm fine seeing it, but if it involves myself it just squicks me out

am I somewhere on the ace spectrum or am I just like, celibate?

i accept questions about aromanticism and asexuality, i'm on both of those spectrums!

i would say that yes, this can be a form of asexuality. trauma can also cause this but obviously you know your own experiences, if you do not have trauma, then it can just be a part of you. i've seen this as a pretty common and normal expression of asexuality for sure, i've known several people who feel this way. honestly i feel in a much similar way, i find people attractive, but i don't much care for sexual encounters. they're not really for me. so i can understand where you're coming from!

a lot of asexual people experience attraction but do NOT want to have sexual encounters and that's totally okay. you can also consider this a non-asexual thing if you want, but i did want to say this is a very common asexual experience! you're more than welcome to call yourself that if you feel it fits you

also, anyone is free to send questions about aromanticism and asexuality, i'm more than happy to answer those! take care for now! feel free to ask any more questions you may have!

edit: the term Orchidsexual may be of some use to you!

[unclassifiedaddict]

·`—THEY WERE STARS! I SAW THEM WITH MY OWN EYES

;; DAZAI x reader Headcanons & Imagines!

—today's premise; in which, you—an expert yet daydreaming astronomer, spends the time together with a professional but lovely violinist wc; aprox. 400+ —heavy inspo from @ noristrun on insta! ⊹ˊˎ- STILL HERE? consider helping palestine! [ ★ ] [ ★ ]

A/N: I would like to state that I am not an astronomy student; nor am I violin player (anymore). But I've done some basic research on astronomy and also listened to samples to have a vague image of what I'm trying to portray here.ofc, it might as well be considered unrealistic but I've tried my best anyway </3 I've written this imagining a male reader but it can be fem if you want. this can also be taken as platonic/romantic BUT I've mainly written this for moreover platonic pairing.

not sure if I like this writing style but wanted to try!

‡`;· — DAZAI would play a darling song of classic whenever you and him shared a night of simple stargazing.

‡`;· — Though preferably a song with a hinge of jazz opera. A silk wave of sensational, smooth drama—The mixing between majors and minor notes played absolutely takes you aback from the sound. Just the complete way to put your thoughts at hand. Both soothing and controlled.

‡`;· — Its rhythm caught your interest in a mere instant. DAZAI softly smirking to himself once admiring that awestruck expression beginning to draw on your face; in which mesmerized from the sounds... A sense of pride within his veins.

‡`;· — Oh, and whenever you do indeed spend the night as such, sometimes you would go out of your way (and not notice) having rambles escape your lips in a hyper fury; recognizing some constellations and shortly explaining them to DAZAI. The tunes of his song slowly yet ever so expertly at once change to a much richer note with the intent to listen in your voice best.

‡`;· — SPEAKING OF WHICH! DAZAI would curiously ask you the best story behind each star you yapped talked about. None at all? That's totally fine. Perhaps that was only some opportunity of his to hear your vocals more.

‡`;· — At this point, if you payed enough attention to your pacing, he'd confused the lines of words as singing. Obviously, however, you were definitely off tempo from the instrument.

‡`;· — As if that would bother him—of course not. He wasn't sure if you can sing. But if you did, how delighted DAZAI would be! Oh, singing a song in harmony like the stars streaking across the big blank ink that is void. An elegant canvas in its alone.

‡`;· — While you really can't work on your studies like this, sometimes you'd prefer having to do much smaller things in related of said topic. All of your productivity is undeniably exhausting! Compared that to the outburst of stars consuming a dying planet.

‡`;· — Yet the sparks of bliss emitting from the tune of DAZAI's violin snaps you out of that trance. Now placing you back into the embrace of world's pleasures, changed by his tranquil melody.

‡`;· — Sometimes, if he ever does feel like it, DAZAI would attempt a cover of whatever instrumental you'd suggest. If possible, yes.

‡`;· — It's safe to say that DAZAI has you in a chokehold at this point. Well, his performance was simply splendid and rich with complete skill and talent. Matching the total mood of vibrant mystery behind stars, celestial bodies, the universe...

‡`;· — ...You couldn't help but wonder when would DAZAI's next concert performance be, all of the sudden. That is, if you even have the time to attend said event. Yet it's never wrong to imagine experiencing that feeling once more, no?

[chaifootsteps]

I'm honestly so curious about who made the call to rewrite ghostfuckers

given how long animation takes and that they were already at the board stage and how similar the antagonist and setting is to the episode proper, I'm not entirely sure I believe Viv's 'it was a different episode that we shelved' thing.

they can barely seem to do second drafts given all the continuity errors but for this one episode they basically started over??

It feels like it can only be in response to the leaks - or rather the backlash to the leaks

and that's curious to me because whenever there's been backlash before Viv's response is usually to double down and just start liking tweets of people defending her writing, regardless of how bad their points or or how unprofessional it makes her look

she must have seen all the convos around Stol1tz in the lead up to full moon dropping but that didn't get a rewrite. it got delayed to basically the last second but I still don't know why - there's nothing noticeably higher quality about that ep and they didn't do the bare minimum of rewriting or recording that sad little 'I didn't know you think so low of me' to be nails on a chalkboard awful

she's basically committed the entire back half of the season to blaming Blitzo for daring to stand up for himself and not immediately be at Stolas' beck and call and large chunks of the fandom - even those who still believe Stolas will realize that he's in the wrong (or equally in the wrong, I guess is what some are going with). if the audience isn't into that the show is dead in the water

and yet backlash over driving Millie to suicide was enough to make her trash a whole episode? given Brandon eventually rewrote by himself the real version it makes me wonder if other people in the studio pressured her into redoing it and she made Brandon do it solo as a 'fine if we have to do a rewrite you do it' sort of attitude. even then she has script supervising credits, probably because she didn't trust him not to have someone point out the Stolas thing is completely wild

it's kinda sad because it felt like Brandon was trying to right the ship by giving Millie a backstory and something resembling a character dynamic with Blitzo. it's not a great episode but it's leagues better than the unpleasant shitshow of the last two Viv written outings with Stolas in them and the group is once again in the forefront (funny how that happens whenever Viv isn't the one writing the script)

bu even that wasn't enough, because the views are showing HB is increasingly dead in the water. if they even make it to s4 we might be looking at something totally outsourced getting only 5M views tops, if not lower

"I'm not entirely sure I believe Viv's 'it was a different episode that we shelved' thing."

Nor should you. Viv's a notorious liar, and not a particularly good one, and I'd be willing to stake real money on the episode being rewritten solely because of the leaks. It couldn't have been easy on the animators, going back to the drawing board, but when has Viv ever cared about her animators before?

[fanon-elio]

Can I request a fluffy where Lycaon takes care of the reader with menstrual cramps? I need comfort, I can't stand the pain anymore. (⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠｀⁠)

Absolutely! I hope you'll get better soon!

-•*Lycaon taking care of Reader with menstrual cramps*•-

Tag: Green Letter (Sfw)

Warnings: none

Not proofread.

It was such a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, bringing a strong vibrancy to the City. But as everyone was out and about, getting that healthy dose of vitamine D, you were sitting in your apartment. Fucking miserable.

You'd love to go outside to catch some of those healthy rays of light, but right now you had other troubles as you lay around with your bodily anatomy bullying you relentlessly.

Ah yes, it was that time of the month again, where your period knocked on your door like a fucking loan shark ready to collect your dept. Normally your period cramps weren't something your trusty friend the Ibuprofen couldn't handle, but not today it seems.

This time your cramps were really bad.

You felt like you swallowed glass shards, and then stumbled down a flight of stairs. Your back ached, your thighs ached, and your lower abdomen hurt like shit. It was as if your uterus had a vendetta against you, slowly beating you up from the inside as every stinging shot of pain was basically it asking "where's the Baby bitch?"

Even just getting your morning routine done had been a fight! Not just because your shower had looked like after one. The warm water had felt absolutely wonderfull as it eased your pain, but all was ruined by the smell of blood that made you immensly uncomfortable. You cringed when you remembered how you basically turned your poor shower into a saw trap.

'I want to play a game' you can fuck right off!

After calling in sick for work, getting into a fresh pair of sweatpants, and equipping yourself with a warm water bottle, you plopped down on your sofa where you had remained for pretty much the entire morning as you watch some repetitive game show. You sigh, feeling that the bottle had lost its warming, and thus pain relieving attributes again. But you weren't willing to shrimp-walk your way back into the kitchen to boil some more water, so instead you just readied yourself to perish.

Then a knock on your door caught your attention. You sighed as you buried your face in your sofa cussion, internally preparing yourself for the stranious task of 'standing up.' You throw your blanket over yourself, completing your accidental witch cosplay before strudding over to the front door to greet the unfortunate Hensel or Gretel, who would now unwillingly become a victim of your justified bad mood.

You rip the door open, expecting one of your neighbors asking your for eggs or some shit, but come face to face with Lycaon's fluffy white fur. You purse your lips, trying to process the current situation as both of you just stared at eachother for a moment "good morning y/n" he speaks, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice at your current vibe "a-ah. Hi Lycaon! How are you doing?" You ask, embarassment creeping onto your face which was almost as red as... well you already know.

"I am well, but you seem quite beside you" he says, and you wondered if the bags under your eyes, or your awkward posture had given you away. "Oh no no I'm totally fine!" You exclaim, he just looks you up and down before sighing. "I brought you something, maybe it'll lift your mood?" He gestures to the box under his arm, and you relent, stepping to the side as a silent way of inviting him in which gains you a polite little "thank you" from him.

On one hand you could drop to your knees in prayer for the fact that this fine-as-hell-man came to check on you, but on the other you felt mortified of your friend turned crush witnessing you in such a state.

"Just know that it's an absolute mess in here" you warn him, and wince like a vampire as he opened the curtains. You make your way towards the kitchen, feeling like a terrible host for not having offered him any real hospitality "Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? ...Vodka?" He tries to speak up as he watched you awkwardly try to reach for the box of tea in your upper cuppboard, dispite your current rather pitiful form. He looks around the room, noticing the previously mentioned dissaray before he approaches, wanting to stop you before you try climbing on your kitchen counter. He sets the box down on the counter next to you, his pressence behind you halting your actions before he puts a hand on your shoulder "why don't you go lie down?" He asks softly in your ear, and you blush at his closeness.

You opened your mouth, wanting to object, but he was having none of that. He bend down a little before sweeping you off your feet, carying you back to the sofa, and sitting you down on it before covering you in blankets and pillows. You look up at him, while he raised his eyebrow as a silent way of telling you to 'stay.'

Accepting your fate, you lean back and cast your eyes back on the TV while he tidies up your livingroom a bit. It still felt a bit awkward to have Lycaon dote over you like that, but it also made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You doze off for a moment, before you feel the sofa tip as Lycaon sat down next to you. He hands you a water bottle wrapped in a dish cloth, warning you of its temperatur before sitting the box in his lab and lifting the lid off.

To your surprise, it was filled with your favorite snacks, painkillers, different flavours of tea, and a heapful of movies. "Damn! You came prepared alright" you tell him, noticing they way his ear twitched. You grab one of the movies from the box and looked at it "Pork peak huh? Didn't know your liked horror movies" you joked, and he chuckled "I picked these up at Random play earlier, I'm friends with the managers there so they gave me a discount" you nodded, the warmth of the bottle in your hands soothing the stinging ache in your abdomen.

But the more you thought about the box and the water bottle, the more you wondered how he knew to prepare all of this. You haven't told him about your cramps, so how did he know? "How did you know to prepare all of this?" You ask. Lycaon turns his head to you before clearing his throat "I uhm... I could smell it. The blood I mean" he explains, averting his gaze. Your face was burning, internally facepalming yourself for forgetting that he was infact a Wolf thiren, so of course his sense of smell was superb. "Everyone has a distinct smell, and I had noticed yours changing a week prior" he explains "I hope you don't think of me as a creep now" he says, but you pull the big oaf into a hug "no, not at all. I think it's really sweet of you!" He returned your embrace, and you could hear the sound of Lycaon's tail thumbing against the sofa.

"I uhm... just hope the smell doesn't bother you" you start, but he stops you "please, there is no need to worry" he reassures you "the smell of blood doesn't bother me." Lycaon grabbs the tea from the box before making his way back to the kitchen. You turn around and lean over the arm of the sofa, watching him as he stood in your kitchen preparing a pot of tea for the both of you.

Your eyes wandered from him to his vest that layed neatly folded over one of your kitchen chairs. At first you had assumed that he had actually taken a day off for once, but scratched that thought because if he really did, he wouldn't be here in work attire. "I hope you don't mind me asking..." you start, watching his ear rotate towards you as a sign that he was listening "what about work?" You ask, watching him remove the tea filter "I don't mind don't worry, I had just gotten off my night shift, and have the rest of the day off" he replied. "And since I had been in the area anyways, I thought I might pay you a visit" he lies, unbeknownst to you. In reality he had been looking foreward to spending time with you, even if his commission had been on the other side of the city. You smiled, looking at the box sitting on your coffee table "you're a real gentleman, thank you" you say, internally swooning over how cute he was when his tail started swishing from side to side at your compliment.

"I still kinda feel bad though, you must be dead tired" you told him, but he was quick to ease your worry "don't worry it's alright, besides..." his movement halted just for a slight moment before he continued "I really like spending time with you" he spoke, his tail wagging evers so slighty faster. Grabbing 2 cupps and the tea pot, Lycaon made his way back over to you, pouring you a cup before handing it to you. You take a sip, releasing a relieved sigh as he putts one of the movies on. You pat the spot next to you, urging him to sit.

The hours melted away, your tea cups as well as the pot sitting empty on your coffee table as you binch through the stack of movies Lycaon had brought. Said wolf thiren was sitting next to you, fighting to keep his eyelids from falling shut. Even though he had assured you that you wouldn't have to feel bad, you still couldn't quite shake off the feeling. But an idea comes to your mind, as you call out to him "If you want, you can lie down and rest" you tell him. It has been a heat of the moment kind of suggestion, since your sofa was so small, the only way for him to lie down properly was with his head on your lap.

But much to your astonishment, he plops his head right on your thighs, releasing a sigh of relief. Unbeknownst to you, he was blushing just as severly as you did, with him having the benefit of his fur covering it from your eyes. "You... may pet me if you like" he speaks, his voice low and filled with weariness. And you oblige, your fingers gently combing through his soft fur, and carefully scratching behind his ear.

Soon you forgot completely about your cramps, with Lycaon's soft snoring capturing all your attention as you considere taking a picture of him before sleep would claim you too.

...

Lycaon's eye cracks open, taking in the surrounding darkness of your living room. He wonders what time it is, with the sun seeming to have said goodbye hours ago, now replaced by the moon's light as it shone peacefully through your window. He knows he should have been home hours ago, but as he looked down at your sleeping form; your head lying on his chest, your own steadily raising and falling with every breath you took.

He knew that he was already home.

*•*•*•*•*

I hope this was to your liking! To the other people who have requested something. Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you.

-Elio

[hopewearsglasses]

For anyone worried about the two images above, they are completely separate things.

AO3 always warned users to take care when sharing personal, identifying information on their site. It's warning the user not to overshare, not a warning that AO3 will share those things.

The box you are checking in "agreement" is more or less that if AO3 is subpoenaed for your email and ip address, they will have to comply.

I get it, I read the fine print just to be sure I wasn't signing my life away... but as someone who uses a private browser, I literally have to check the box every time I visit AO3, and I promise you the warning written in that first image has been on AO3 forever. It's them telling us to look out for ourselves when online.

The incoming US administration is scary as fuck, and I totally support people being extra cautious online. I'm sure if they can find a way to get at people, they will (those assholes), but AO3 is reminding us to play it safe online.

Keep taking care of yourselves, and each other! Together, somehow, we'll find a way through.

Oi read this!

You guys clocked the warning by AO3 to reduce interlinks of accounts?

Especially for queer users in the US right now?

(written below for people who struggle to read text in images).

"Be mindful when sharing personal information, including but not limited your name, email, age, location, personal relationships, gender or sexual identity, racial, or ethnic background religious, or political views and or account usernames on other sites"

Then the normal "By checking this box you consent to the processing of your personal data in the the United States"

[marchsfreakshow]

Yeah, hi! See your soul mate au prompts, and if you're taking requests, how does Peter Maximoff with 18 sound? That feels like the kinda thing that'd fit with him lol ("God, why is Madonna stuck in my brain?! I didn’t ask for a private concert!" or smth like that).

Love your work, btw :3

Ugh, a love song?

Fluff!

Anon ur soso smart! I went with a song u can hear in Fallout. Cause, I've been obsessed with fallout recently!

Peter was the type of person to listen to anything. Anything in the world. But god, these Western songs were really ragging on him!

Marty Robbins, Eddy Arnold, Tony Marcus.. etc.!

First it was, Big Iron. No big deal. He liked that song. It was funny, and something he could just have a little dance to when he felt like he needed to expel energy. The earworm went on for a week or so.

Then it was Lone Star. Wow... possibly the most western song he'd ever heard. Why on earth were these random, 50s western songs suddenly getting stuck in his head? He'd never heard them before these weeks. ...He wasn't even from Texas like the songs says!

Finally, a complete 180 from Western songs. Crazy He Calls Me. Billie Holiday. That one was nice. That one was sweet. Cute a bit. After a few days though, it was starting to get a bit old. I mean, he'd never even heard the song on the radio before! Where on earth was it coming from?

Ah, you. One of his best friends. Just the person to talk to about this. Peter walked (zipped) his way over to you, standing behind your shoulder for a second. You were just organising your drawers, muttering a song to yourself. "...sure I'm crazy...crazy in love, you see.."

Peter couldn't help himself to taunt you behind your shoulder. "Like the wind, that shakes the bough.."

And a little jump from you, making you turn in your spot. "Jesus christ Peter! I hate it when you sneak up on me." Placing your hand over your heart for a moment to exaggerate the truth. "...I didn't know you knew that song."

"I don't. Not that well. It's been stuck in my head for weeks! Like the singer came back to life and decided to be stuck in my actual brain like a genuine worm or something! Oh my god, it's absolutely ridiculous at this point." Peter rambled on and on, talking about Billie Holiday and how he'd never heard her before this.

"I've been listening and humming like, a lot of 50s songs. Love songs and Westen songs. They're kinda cute."

Peter took a second. Woah. Hold on! Did you say you've been listening to songs from the 50s?? "Woah. Gotta say, I've been stuck with those songs in my head for like... forever."

"wait really?"

"yeah. Weird right?"

"totally weird."

You were both naive, and that seemed to be fine with the two of you.

[thegroundsofbrooklyn]

i sooo miss writing fanfiction <- unlikely to do anything about this

[madeofjules]

I'll never agree with the short Peeta/tall Katniss takes because their canonical sizes are both narratively and thematically relevant.

Peeta's medium height and stocky build give him the size and strength to overpower most of his competitors in the arena, yet he rarely uses those traits to hurt people despite being in circumstances that encourage violence. Having the power and motive to be deadly and choosing to be kind instead is what defines Peeta's character.

Katniss's small size generally puts her at a disadvantage in the Games but she's still very deadly. I like that she's earned the skills (bow and arrow, hunting) and survivor mentality that make her a formidable tribute because she's not supposed to be this naturally gifted "chosen one" type figure. She's a regular teenage girl who has some special qualities but still needs a lot of help to win the Games.

Their size difference is also relevant in their relationship. Katniss has had to take care of herself since she was a young girl because of her mother's neglect, and as a result she doesn't trust other people to protect her. She's understandably mistrustful of Peeta's kindness when they become tributes, as one of them has to die for the other to live and he has the ability to kill her with his bare hands if he wants to (which we see later on when he's hijacked). Yet once they become allies, his larger size is no longer a potential threat but a source of comfort and protection; being held by him is the safest Katniss has felt with anyone since her parents held her as a little kid. And after they leave the arena, his strong arms are the only ones she trusts to guard her from her nightmares.

So even though I do think short guy-tall girl couples deserve more rep, it doesn't really make sense for Peeta and Katniss. And tbh viewing the gentle and compassionate boy as short and the tough hunter girl as tall is a little stereotypical lol.

[three-headed-monster]

not the tags acting like 21 is old omg 😭

at the same time though, TOTALLY agree on the kevin point. also consider, kevin and connor were drafted together and spent a ton of time with each other at world juniors. it's not easy to detach yourself from someone and just be completely fine after that! i'm sure they would keep up with the whl together, and chit chat and do all the things friends do, and it's just really the same with anyone else.

also please consider that connor has very much lived in a different media bubble most of his teenage years compared to macklin (not saying that macklin's media bubble wasn't also very big but it was definitely not as intense, coming from someone who lived through both). the number of people who KNOW him outside of what he portrays to the media are few and far between and it's tough to just throw yourself into other friendships after that.

baby sharks giggling on the bench | 11.18.24 det @ sjs

[vfdcatlady]

Percy was conscious (but suffocating to death) while Annabeth was trying to save him

So, from the first watch, I thought Percy's reaction to being released from the chair was odd. If he had been frozen in time in there, wouldn't he wake up asking, "is the quest over? Did we succeed? Where's my mom?" I mean, he had time to before Hephaestus started talking.

But look how devastatingly calm he is as he's engulfed. He is controlling his breathing and forcing himself to say and appear that he's ok

NOW, take a look at how he acts when he's freed

he's taking quick gulps of air. Note: that's not what hyperventilating looks like. And when he goes to stand, he's in pain and grasps Annabeth for support

You know what these symptoms look like? Someone who held their breath too long and can finally breathe again.

Percy was in that chair for almost exactly four minutes, which is generally the threshold for how long the human body can go without oxygen before suffering permanent damage. Note: there will still be damage (like initially feeling weak or sore after regaining air.)

Percy, being the son of Poseidon and a demigod could probably survive longer than the normal human without oxygen. But eventually (probably within the hour) he would have died. And also, he would be awake for a chunk of that time, unable to breathe, unable to move, with the certainty that he was going to die.

So anyway, he lived four minutes of that hell and was genuinely in shock that he was alive

[shineemoon]

ONEW Vlog ✈️ Short record of Japanese fan meetings and witty Shinkansen mukbang 🍱

[journey-to-the-attic]

there's a moment in lesson 45 of nightbringer where mc falls off a thing (again?? is this foreshadowing?? i'm going to rule-of-three this and wait to see if it happens again) and satan tries and fails to grab their hand to catch them, but now i'm imagining the same thing happening with satan and ik except he does succeed, but it's her right hand and the prosthetic just POP comes straight off

[crossdressingdeath]

Not going to lie, seeing people act like the South is Totally Destroyed Forever Because Blight and Bioware are Bad Writers for not going into the aftermath after beating Solas and Elgar'nan is equally hilarious to me. Presumably DAV takes place over around the same length of time as the other non-time-skipping games (so a year), and the assault on the South doesn't start immediately. Guys, we know what happens when a place is full of Blight for a year. It happened in literally the first game. The damage done by the fighting will be more extensive here and the death toll significantly higher just due to the scale, the aftermath will take a lot of time and effort (and Bioware probably didn't go into it for what I assume is the same reason they don't talk about the death toll and cleanup in any detail after DAO or DAI, namely that that's a wildly depressing note to end the game on), but in terms of specifically long-term damage due to Blight... uh, if it was that bad Ferelden wouldn't exist anymore. Parts of the Anderfels are still blighted now after the First and Second Blights hit them and lasted 192 and 90 years respectively, the attack on the South in DAV is significantly shorter and that's not even touching on how we're repeatedly told throughout the Wardens' quest line that the Blight is changing and things are coming back from it in a way no one thought was possible (see the thing with the flowers in Hossberg and also Neve/Bellara apparently being healed or at least recovering a good deal of the damage after Elgar'nan's defeat). We also don't actually know how bad the damage is to begin with; Quiz loses contact with large areas, but as far as I'm aware it's never made clear whether that's because those areas were completely obliterated or just because the situation got bad enough to cut them off from any contact (which we know can happen in Blights without the cut off area being destroyed; see Kal-Sharok, which managed reasonably fine for nearly a millennium after being cut off from all communication with Orzammar). The South is going to be fine once it's had time to rebuild and recover. At least as fine as Ferelden was post-Blight or most of Thedas was after tears in the Fade opened up and spat out demons everywhere for a year (plus however long it took Quiz to close all the more distant ones). Calm down.

It's genuinely kind of hilarious to me seeing people whine about how the blight doesn't seem to be hurting the Veilguard even though it's supposed to be super dangerous like that makes DAV uniquely bad when Hawke and Quiz are swanning around the Deep Roads and jumping up and down on red lyrium with zero ill effects and even in DAO your non-Warden companions can get coated in darkspawn blood and be fine. Guys, it's a gameplay thing so your party doesn't die of exposure to stuff in the game's environment. Calm your tits.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

What if I exploded into blood and gore and viscera just real quick and then reconstituted like nothing happened and then everyone can get back to what they're doing. I just feel it would be fun to do.

[anglerflsh]

wow ive been kind of off lately I should take a day to rest an[explosion]

[bronzebluemind]

It’s been 0 weeks since the World Cup finale, 17 weeks to go until sgp and 34 weeks to go until next season.