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Top five things/moments regarding one Maya Lin Infinitygauntlets
W I T C H S Q U A D
all our cosplay plans and the fact that i get to see her like 1000 times this summer??
when she was talking about fisting in front of dylan o’brien
dragging anders to hell and back
honestly everytime we talk or do anything i love maya so much like not to be fake deep but she’s one of my best friends
long con day
infinitygauntlets replied to your post: “Talk to me about dragon age”:
I just posted about this on twitter too but have you listened to the backwards message that plays at the well of sorrows?
I have, I am intrigued!
you can all blame maya for this
infinitygauntlets replied to your post “infinitygauntlets replied to your post “I…dislike…Anders…so...”
He does something really, really awful in the very end. Also he wants Fenris to go back to slavery. You gain his approval if you send Fenris back.
yes, I've spoiled myself this by accident, and honestly asking for death as atonement? Dude no, you're gonna live with this and try to fix it, or better not, you'll just ruin it again. And excuses excuses excuses, he's made of excuses. Even the mages situation is an excuse, justice is an excuse. I can't forgive him Fenris on top of it all.
infinitygauntlets replied to your post “I…dislike…Anders…so much….just…..urghhhhh”
THANK GOD I literally...hate anders...
the longer I play the harder it gets to just ignore him, honestly. Especially since the 'did you try to kill yourself' convo with feris....
Cullrian moving in to their first house together
Three Sentence Fic Challenge!
1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
It’s smaller than Cullen would like and more antiquated than Dorian prefers, but it’s a space they can call their own without roommates or inquisitive relatives who snoop in their rooms, with enough space for the big dog Cullen’s always dreamed of having.
Cullen moves furniture around tirelessly under Dorian’s instruction, and the pair of them work in tandem to sweep the floors and wash the counters and put away their belongings as best they can before going shopping at Ikea for the most affordable (read: cheapest) furniture that appeals to Dorian’s more exacting aesthetic.
They carefully craft a home together piece by piece, and slowly their fill their space with a number of sundry items that remind them of things they have loved, places they want to go, things they want to do, but both of them know implicitly that the home they love best exists between the warmth of their encircling arms and the twining of their fingers, and the unbearably profound press of their lips.
Cullrian playing house in ikea
"That won't do Cullen - Do you honestly need me to explain to you why plaid curtains are not an option, even if they did somehow, miraculously, impossibly, frighteningly manage to match the black and cream couch?" "And how on earth are out children going to feel comfortable inviting their friends over with these awful black out curtains in every window - though the less amount of light on this travesty of a living room you have pieced together in your mind, the better.""Wait, why are you talking about kids - I thought we were just going to eat the meatballs."(Dorian plays house frighteningly well. But a little too realistically.)
