My online shopping order would have been here if...
i once bought something physically located about two hours away from me. it took a WEEK to arrive, when things across the country get here in half the time. waiting for stuff SUCKS.
When I bought the big collection set of World of Thedas 2, it arrived in the province’s biggest city and then they sent it all the way back to effing Ontario for some stupid reason and took another week and a half to get back to this side of the country.
Hey Fey, I'm terrible, truly, but is there any way I could get some aerobics au? Solas in spandex is just something I don't want to see die. How could anyone forget about his 'swaying bulge of possibilities'? <3
Heh! You’re not terrible, but I’m afraid I’m drawing a blank on what could even happen, really. But I mean, it’s a fun AU, so I’ll add to my prompts just in case inspiration strikes!
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Question: Is the story wrapped up in the original? Started watching it myself.
Sort of. The whole story line of Laura Palmer is resolved, at least. I do seem to recall that there were some loose threads at the end of season 2 though, which will hopefully be addressed in the new series!
Also, enjoy! Nothing like experiencing the show for the first time.
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Dude, the Black Lodge is my favorite thing about the show. It's 100% my aesthetic. I'm going to do a rewatch too. FWWM wasn't quite what I wanted it to be. I just left it feeling frustrated and muddled. It does have some nice moments though.
Yeah, it was such a cool concept. It was mostly the red room scenes that freaked me out; the one scene at the end gave me weird dreams for a while ~_~
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i didn't like Fire Walk With Me, it felt really different from the show. it's not required viewing. can't wait for the book that's coming out though, filling in the gap.
That seems to be the general consensus. I’ll give it a miss then.
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get yourself some water kefir grains and keep that shit in your kitchen. most potent natural antihistamine that exists. might allow you to still enjoy avocado? if there’s no way at all, you have my sincerest condolences </3
I already take antihistamines daily this time of year :c
My head appreciates having short hair, but I miss...
i have crazy long hair and i constantly think of cutting it, but i just don’t think i could XD would you say it’s mostly been a positive change?
I’d say it depends on your hair type. I have a mix of waves and curls, so when my hair gets really long I start throwing it up in a pony tail and I don’t take it down because my hair frizzes over the course of the day.
When my hair’s short, I leave it down more often.
I get headaches when my hair is super long too which was my lead motivator in cutting it.
EDIT: My hair also grows insanely fast so I know I can get the length back in no time so it’s less of a gamble for me.
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if you're seeing this Anon, i've lived through what you're talking about, and if you need someone to talk to who understands, you're more than welcome to send me a message. i won't be able to do anything to help your situation, but i can be a shoulder and an ear if needed.
omg please more Haninan awakes from uthenera and adopts Lavellan!
It takes Haninan a long time to wake up.
He and the child who finds him make for silent companions, for a long while. She does not speak. Given what she has seen, Haninan cannot blame her; given what he has endured, he has little stomach for conversation himself, either. He calls her little one, and there is a spark of recognition in her gaze at that. But most of the other words that fall from his lips only seem to rest blankly against her. He knows the language that is more familiar to her, though. Has heard it in whispers and dreams, has had meaning applied to it by the echoes of such things that lingered where he slept.
Still, it is an effort to make himself think. To not drift back along the wrong currents. To remember the solidity of his body, and apply the new limitations that exist now, in this severed world.
Haninan thinks of trees that fall in forests. Trunks that split, only to give fertile ground for new plants to grow over. Small animals to make their homes in. The old world is dead, twice over. The new one is strange to him. But it also resilient and remarkable. The child who walks beside him, who holds his hand and does not speak, has a spirit that is older than it seems. Cycles of death and renewal dictate the patterns of this place. Bodies grow, and flourish, and wither, and are gone.
Freed from the weight of the waking world until they cycle through it once more. Gaining lingering wisdom and experience by increments, in impressions that linger past the places where any memory lives.
But needs must still be met, to avoid suffering and tragedy. The child must be fed, and so must he it seems, and Haninan knows little of what they might forage or hunt for in this place that would be safe for the both of them. The girl knows more. She is small - not more than a handful of years - but she knows what mushrooms they can eat, and roots they can dig up. And she draws him pictures of animals, and hunters with bots, and so Haninan gains his own wisdom in this world by increments, too.
Shelter is easier. His magic does enough to help with the warmth of fires, and mud and wood and caves are still much the same as ever. For many weeks the two of them wander, and simply survive. Not searching for anything beyond the next sunrise, until Haninan happens upon a familiar marking, carved into a tree.
It is like but unlike the old clan markings. There is a soft magic to it, that makes it catch his eye. Such things would be used most often in storms that separated some members of a clan from the rest of it, in times when the skies were too dangerous to take to, or if people were injured past the point of being able to get up high. Markers to point the way.
Haninan scoops the child onto his shoulders, and follows the first to the second, and third, and then onto a trail that leads through gnarled forests. By day’s end they have reached a humble campsite, but the sight of the place makes him feel old and young again all over. Statues line a clearing, and he can see clearly the pattern of the place. Where aravels are meant to stand, and mounts are to be penned, and fire pits burn, and sentries can set up the best lookouts.
The child tugs at his braids and asks to be put down, and so he lowers her. She looks around the campsite with some obvious disappointment. She has been here before, he thinks. Her little family left whatever clan calls this site home. Or one such clan, at least. That no one is here must be a blow to her. He cannot see the proof of her emotions, of course. But her frown is still telling enough.
She catches his eye.
“They will come back,” he reasons. There is no evidence that they left the site in a hurry, no reason why a well-situated little place like this would not be returned to. No need to think that the attack which struck down her parents has taken the whole of her clan, too.
Old grief stirs. A memory of dragon’s teeth stained with the blood of those she had once protected. Many she had seen grow from their earliest days into wisdom and experience. Friends and family all shattered between the jaws and claws that had once sheltered.
The child looks around the campsite.
“Lavellan,” she tells him.
Haninan kneels down to keep at eye-level with her.
“Is that your name?” he wonders.
“It’s everybody’s name,” she tells him, very quietly.
He smiles.
“We will find everybody,” he promises, resting a hand on the top of her head. “Your clan, Lavellan.”
