#sam is

[something-next-tonormal]

Every time someone refers to Sam as Jacks uncle an Angel loses it’s wings.

That’s literally his son idk what u want from me

[shutupdevvie]

sam is literally so big and beefy and i love him

[heyfadewalker]

Hey, are you still writing for the pre-relationship prompts? Could I request "8. A companion teases them about their feelings"?

Hi! I just moved back to school and am only now able to sit down and write this! Yes, I am still taking prompts :)

Dorian let out a “HA!” as he set down his casket of Tevinter wine.

“You WHAT?”

“Dorian! Shut. Up.”

“I just can’t believe, with all the might and prowess you possess, that you might be so foolish as to like him of all peoeple!”

Samahlan had invited Dorian, Varric, the Iron Bull, and Solas, too, though he had declined the offer, out to drinks after they had taken down a high dragon in the Hinterlands. She had thought it might be a nice way to celebrate a victory with friends but now, approximately ... six? drinks in, she was beginning to regret it.

Sam groaned and laid her face down in her arms folded on the bar.

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you. I’m too drunk. Don’t ask me anything anymore, I’m not telling you shit.”

“How long have you known you like him?” Varric asked.

“A couple months.”

Sam blinked.

“Shite, fuck off!”

Dorian and Varric laughed. The varrying states of inebriation her companions were in were certainly were not helping the situation. Dorian had so far matched Sam drink for drink, while Varric had only had a few. Sam felt like every time she blinked the Iron Bull had something new in his hand, but it might have just been her state of impaired reasoning.

“This is why I don’t do this, this, feelings thing, everyone makes such a big deal over it.”

“Maybe you just need to get laid,” the Iron Bull offered, “certainly helps me get my mind off of crap I don’t want to think about.”

“Yeah,” Dorian laughed, “but I’m sure it’d only be beneficial for our dear Samahlan if it were by someone in particular.”

Sam’s pointed ears grew hot as she flushed in embarrassment.

“Fuck off,” she quipped, smiling slightly, as she took another drink, “who wants to play Wicked Grace? Maybe we can get Solas to play.”

“Only if we’re gambling clothes.”

Sam lightly smacked the Iron Bull as Varric moved from the bar to grab Chuckles and set up the game.

[junsongs]

I’m kjhsjhsljsh

[chocostrawbrry]

Yess please for the HP fic, but maybe the other way round??

I thought ab it but I really want to test the readers loyalty to her house and her “friends”

I like the slytherin!reader more than gryffindor!reader but we can vote

[goodshipophelia]

are you a pinterest gay or a recipe blog gay

[constellationdraco]

lars is a tiny little jackass of an angsty teen boy who is terrified of his own feelings and thinks the only thing that’s important is looking cool

and i get that i get his character 120% i love that stupid jerk child 

BUT his behaviour hurts sadie.and sadie is literally a treasure.so lars needs to grow the fuck up quick so he can deserve her ooooor she can just ditch his ass so let’s pick a way and MAKE IT HAPPEN