✧ ɪsᴀɴᴀ

[slimetony]

I hate intellectuals

If you know shit fuck you

[c0mp1337]

Define “Know shit”

[slimetony]

if you know anything fuck off

[tehgrandmasterpotato]

Didn’t you just tell yourself to fuck off tho like you know shit too

[slimetony]

I don’t know a fucking thing my guy

[wordsnquotes]

i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via lathboraviiran)

[lyriumsense-blog]

@bioware where are all the starry-eyed dwarves romanticising their fallen empire and fervently fighting to win back the thaigs

[akanicotortorella-deactivated20]

[mostlysobersecurity]

“And how was the trip?” Because sealing, demon leaking rifts in the Hinterlands is a trip. Haven isn’t quite the resort she’d wanted. Amelia holds a gloved hand to her forehead trying to keep the sun out of her eyes. “The timing of the season….it’s about time for the birds to change. Notice anything different in the sky?” Haven is home to the inquisition and every one has tried to make a little piece of home. Cassandra and Cullen have found their place on the battle field but every one else was trying to find a corner place a cot and hand a curtain. Not surprising to see a drawf find a place underground, also not surprising for the socialite to find a place outside of the Chantry doors to catch everyone as they left or entered.

“Or tweeting? Different tweeting perhapes?” Amelia drops her hand and squints at the sun. 

[lyriumsense-blog]

They hum, real thoughtful like, and waggle their fingers as they announce that the trip was, “Demon-y.” In fact, “More demon-y-ier than last trip. They’re spreadin’.” Their tone might have expectantly dipped at the report, but it stays light and bubbly as if they spoke of nice weather. Or unfortunate weather. Or birds. The very cheerful courtesy of someone with no idea what they’re talking about.

“I don’ mean ta’ disappoint ya’ but I don’ know the first thing about birds. They all sound like the same ta’ me, all- squeaks and anger. And the sky just looks hurt. So sorry if I missed somethin’ I should’a seen. Maybe ya’ can point it out ta’ me?”

[ohwcrden]

   “Me? No. Not one bit. Ah’ bit disappointed maybe but ahm’ familiar ‘nuff with tryin’ to do right only ta’ make things worse. If I’d been Clarel we’d likely be right where we are now. And no, they ain’t demons. Can’t really explain much beyond that ‘cause ah’ don’t actually know but they’re definitely not demons.”

[lyriumsense-blog]

“Ya’ would’e tried the same thing with all them demons and blood? Or tried somethin’ different?”

[lathboraviiran-deactivated20160]

          “You tell me. Does Ghoul’s Beard count as treasure?”

[lyriumsense-blog]

“All beards count as treasure.”

[lathboraviiran-deactivated20160]

          “Well— I thought I shouldn’t…assume. Seems            that I was wrong. Should I get back down?”

[lyriumsense-blog]

“Should ya’? I dunno. Can ya’ find treasure up there?”

[subtcrfuge-blog]

“I think the ravens wouldn’t like it very much”

[lyriumsense-blog]

“Couldn’ ya’ convince ‘em? The fate o’ the world might be rested in the palm of their- eh- wings.”

[bythestone]

  “Yeah, yeah, lettuce.” she nods, “It’s like – “ a frown and she can’t quite figure out an explanation, “It’s jus’ leaves ‘n shit, y’can eat it as is, some folks cook it, I seen folks make tea outta it too, but y’jus’ can’t eat this lil,” she gestures at the blunt remainder of the stalk, “thing here.”

[lyriumsense-blog]

“Lot a’ uses for a... a thing.” A thoughtful pause, staring at the stalk with a bemused disgust. Her stomach rumbles and she nods. “’Kay. ‘Kay. I’m gonna try the- this lil- this bit, the thing-thing.”

[lathboraviiran-deactivated20160]

         “Climbed, of course. Ah, prepare for some           scratches if you attempt to do the same.”

[lyriumsense-blog]

“Climbin’? Ya’ want me ta’ climb? Ya’ not seen my legs or ya’ just got foolish beliefs ‘bout dwarves and climbin’?”

[ohwcrden]

   "I know what happened I’m… still jus tryin’ ta’ wrap my head ‘round it.    Let’s see if I can simply this for the both of us: Wardens did the wrong    thing for the right reasons, Wardens FUCKED it up big time, everyone    hates us again– including Wardens.    I think that covers the basics.”

[lyriumsense-blog]

“I don’ hate ‘em. D’you hate ‘em? Seems rude. They demons now, or what?”

[lyriumsense-blog]

✧ @knifxeared

“Do ya’ know what happened to yer warden fellows? I still don’ get it.”

[lyriumsense-blog]

✧ @subtcrfuge

“If ya’ had enough ravens d’ya’ think they could lift our ‘quisitor up ta’ the sky hole?”

[lyriumsense-blog]

✧ @lathboraviiran

"Oi! ‘Quisitor! I can’ find the path ya’ took - how’d ya’ get up there?”

[lyriumsense-blog]

✧ @bythestone

“What’d ya’ say this was-? Le-tes?” 

[ahvir-a-blog1]

        “And a warrior chooses it every time they pick up a sword!  If I’m using my magic to help people and protect them, how am I somehow more evil than the KNIGHT my magic can match?”  The mark hurts now, and she growls at the heat, wrapping her unanchored hand around the aching wrist to stem the fire.  “I’ve NEVER used my magic to hurt someone who didn’t deserve it, but that’s not GOOD ENOUGH!  I’d having to off myself to be enough to IGNORANT ASSHOLES like you!  If you want to think I’m a monster, then DO.  I don’t CARE.”  

                          That’s not true.  She cares a lot.  She just can’t stand to see them looking at her the way her clan did.  It isn’t the same — the Dalish didn’t fear her magic, merely the risk of her possession — but it looks like it could be.  please don’t abandon me, please don’t force me out, i’m safe, i’m good, i’m still me, i’m still me, please.  i didn’t mean to let her die.

[lyriumsense-blog]

“Yer hurting the Stone! And every dwarf she mothers! She gave us a gift and we shared that with ya’ -and ya’ thank us by boilin’ it, turnin’ it red, silencin’ it! And then I tell ya’ to listen for it- listen to the Stone, just listen, and ya’ tell me to shut up. Ya’ are a monster if ya’ think that’s fair!”