ᶜᶤᵒ̀ ᶜʰᵉ ᵉ ʳᶤᵐᵃᶳᵗᵒ ʰᵃ ᶳᵃᵖᵒ

[wordsnquotes]

To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.

Hannah Kent, Burial Rites (via wordsnquotes)

[eristhenat]

this so-called black shadow

[siihas-blog]

                             “EVERYWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE,                                               THEY HURT LITTLE GIRLS –                                                                 SO I’LL HURT THEM.”

[siinnerr-blog]

[ i don’t want to half-ass a promo in a tired state, so i’m saving   that for tomorrow, but my shepard’s blog is up & running with all   pages intact !!!   for anyone who’s interested:  siihas.                 ]

[cosmic-crystalss]

Labrodrite is a stone of magic and synchronistic harmony. It energizes the imagination and stimulates the creative aspects of ones mind.

[dumtidumb]

[antivcn-blog]

ca·ress; A gentle touch or gesture of fondness, tenderness, or love.

[wordsnquotes]

I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.

W.B. Yeats

[zwierzodudle]

stILL YELLING ABOUT THAT OUTFIT

[wordsnquotes]

The fear that all this will end. The fear that it won’t.

Rae Armantrout, “Prayers,” Money Shot (via wordsnquotes)

[walkedclouds-blog]

     The relief that rushes through her disappears as quick as it emerges, the uncomfortable prickle of someone’s eyes trained on the back of her head pulling everything into focus. If she manages to escape this situation with his help then      well, she’ll cross that bridge when she gets there and thank him accordingly.

      “ Man in tweed, standing by the lady with the dog. Seen him every day of this week, me, and it’s getting rather unnerving. Might be imagining things but       well, can’t say I’m not erring on the side of caution. ”

[antivcn-blog]

   His glance is casual, following the direction of her words.  True as    THE DAY itself, tweed-clad figure has trained SHREWD eyes on her p-    erson, all too oblivious to the concepts of RESPECT and COMFORT.  Z-    evran is a master of masking personal distaste, but he bears little pat-    ience for these sorts of  . . .  people.  Such a term will be used lightly,    for this callousness should hardly represent HUMANITY.  In his next h-    eartbeat, he has looked back to HER, inclining his head in a gentle nod.

                       “I would say your imagination has the RIGHT of it.  I will w-    alk with you, if that would put you more at ease.  Just enough to see y-    ou home or -- wherever you are headed.”

                       And then perhaps he will visit upon this man of cold, obtrus-    ive gaze himself.  Some lessons must be HARD-TAUGHT.

[styliferous]

Could you do Zervan in some sort of stretchy/yoga pose? I like to imagine he does that in the mornings just outside camp to limber up for the day.

[elenamorelli]

[antivcn-blog]

tumblr has this habit of glorifying the idea that you should feel insecure about your writing because so many people are. so many people think that if you like your writing, you’re just conceited or narcissistic. 

well, let me tell you something: if you think you wrote a good reply or you feel proud of a starter, fucking bask  in that. get rid of the idea that you’re supposed to hate your writing and love what everyone else does. 

it can be great to receive positivity from other people, but it feels great to be proud of yourself.

[wnq-writers]

Dear, you are detaching yourself again. Don’t.

extraterrestrial-mountaineer  (via wordsnquotes)

[xstrange]

antivcn​​

[xstrange]

       Currently the Adviser was situated on a well worn bench in Skyhold’s courtyard, reading what appeared to be a checklist for his operations. There appeared to be ANOTHER giant blocking the road from Val Royeaux to Emprise De Lion, perhaps there was a den of sorts along the way? He would need to get the Inquisitor to give input, the thought with a soft sigh. With a way of his hand a tea-cup floats into his grasp, so he could take a sip before quirking a brow at his apparent added company. Clearing his throat, the adviser tilted his head in curiosity. 

       “   May I help you?   ”

[antivcn-blog]

    Enter the vibrant Antivan, perhaps not so much in colour (he is, as     ever, garbed in shades of leathery brown and intriguing black), but     more in a certain ACCENT OF SPIRIT that cannot be disguised.  He h-     as reaped his share of curious glances over the duration of his stay a-     t Skyhold, though thankfully he has  . . .  become less of a COMMOD-     ITY, and more of a common thread in the tapestry.  Suspicions will quite     naturally be piqued by the presence of a certain EX-CROW -- perhaps     they are dying down?  He does not look so DANGEROUS, at least, wh-     ilst he wanders the courtyard in his bare feet (in Antiva, the cobbles wo-     uld bruise and toughen your soles, but the grass here is like silk), and     the day is kindly in its sunshine glance.  Not so DREARY and CHILLY     as Ferelden has a tendency to be.

                      So he is in a GOOD MOOD, you see, and returns the man’s     query with a pleasant grin.  Zevran cannot claim to know him so well, th-     ough he understands his role in the Inquisition well enough.  That is test-     imony for a certain QUALITY of character, no?

                      “Mm, I doubt it.  I would have to find some PROBLEM or oth-     er, which I do not have               but perhaps YOU do?  You seem, shall     we say, TROUBLED.  Not unusual for an adviser of the Inquisitor, I adm-     it, but this -- this is a SINGULARLY fine day.  A pity to waste it away with     such frowns.”

[fyp-philosophy]

I am the wisest…for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.

Plato, The Republic (via fyp-philosophy)

[broodyshepard]

[antivcn-blog]

Zevran gifts requested by Anonymous (1/2) ↪ Antivan Leather Boots