Color Me Curious
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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almost home
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
EXPECTATIONS
cherry valley forever
Noah Kahan

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Fieri Frames
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Not today Justin

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Claire Keane
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Cosmic Funnies

#extradirty
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@varric-at-your-service
VARRIC! keeping in theme with his other one…kind of…mainly less grumpy….
| SKYHOLD SET | Hawke | Anders | Bethany | Merrill | Carver | Isabela | Varric |
Herald: Varric! Is that...red lyrium coming from your body? What kind of future is this?
Varric: Well, you know how I always said this stuff is some seriously twisted shit? I've been thinking about it, and you know what?
Herald: Hmm?
Varric: It's really starting to grow on me.
Cassandra: *exasperated sigh*
The Men of Dragon Age: Inquisition + Tumblr Text Posts
EDIT: I FORGOT MY BABE KREM.
Her eye starts to shine as if she’s spotted a precious gem. Sweet Sedna, he is full of surprises tonight. “Not at all.” The both of them have a myriad of reasons to keep quiet about romance. Had he requested it stay a secret, she would have agreed it was the sensible thing to do. One more thing to tuck away and keep in check. It very well could have stunted its growth. Afraid this all could turn out to be a cruel illusion, Shovel’s grips her treasure’s waist to keep him from vanishing. He feels substantial enough, pressed up against her as close as he can. Best she lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his lips to be sure. “You may change your mind when you hear my ‘baby voice’.” And another on his cheek. Or two. It’s all she can do to keep from giggling with glee when she murmurs in his ear, “ Would it be within bounds to tell you that I love you? Let you convince me to stay home? Try to convince you to come with me? Spoil you as much as I can? Tell grateful citizens that I’m flattered by their advances but I’m involved with a dashing merchant prince?”
“Dashing Merchant Prince?” he asks, turning his face to catch her lips. “I thought I was supposed to be the one coming up with fanciful nugshit ... though I think I can get used to being a spoiled prince..” He chuckles softly and kisses her again.
Oh. But she brings up a point, one that makes him draw back a little to look her in the eye. “Uh, Hazel, I...” How to say this? Honesty was never easy to him, but for Shovel he tries to let the words form on his lips as best he can. “I’m not really a jealous lover or anything...I mean, you probably guessed I don’t have a lot of...experience with.” He makes a vague gesture. “this. All of it.
“What I’m saying is if you find someone who...” an suddenly he’s not looking her in the eye anymore. He rubs at the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet, muscles bunching and feeling damn tense all of the sudden. “If you meet someone who fulfills your needs, or even..”
Shit, that sounded bad. Shovel had somehow touched on the part of him that forgot how words worked. Fuck it. They’d have to have this talk eventually.
“I’m not asking to be the only lover you have in your life. You travel a lot and if you meet someone you hit it off with, I won’t be angry if you..feel the urge to...
“I’m happy to have you in my life at all. I’m not going to ask I be the only one you love.”
[The Funny Man]:
@patrioticvagabond
“You know,” he says, with that voice, that drawn out tone that says he’s about to say something playfully shitty, something he thinks is clever, “I remember my mother telling me as a kid to watch how long I spent in the bath. Said I’d get all wrinkled up that way. I’m going to guess you’re, what, a professional swimmer?”
“Heh, I’m more of a vodka guy than a water guy, brother.” Hancock replied, leaning back on the heels of his boots, “besides, I’d ruin the outfit if I went out for a swim.” There was a wink, an amused smirk and a laugh just dancing at the edge of his voice.
“More along the lines as King of the zombies.”
“They never hear of Skinny Dipping where you come from, Wrinkles. Or are the zombies so fashion conscious, you’d rather go without than lose that nice hat of yours even for a second?” The wink was returned, his own smirk coming out in full force.
“Shit, now I’m just picturing someone skinny dipping in booze. There’s an image.” He barked a laugh. “Sounds a little burny but deliciously hedonistic...I may have to work that one in...”
Dis came back downstairs nearly twenty minutes later (corsets were difficult to get on alone, and murder to take off), now dressed in a tunic and breeches. “Not exactly my finest attire, but it will do, don’t you think?” She asked, approaching Varric and Isabela.
“Still look like a delectable piece of arse to me, treasure.” Isabela commented, squeezing Dis’ cheek as she took a seat next to her.
“Now, now, is that any way to talk about a queen, Isabela?” Varric asked, chin resting in his hand, regarding her leisurely as she sat down. “She’s a royal delectable piece of ass.
Dorian teaching Cole how to dance. Based off of this lovely bit of banter
*draws lesbians because it’s therapeutic and calms the nerves and is good for the soul*
Varric wishes you all have a good day, and honestly, who can resist that smile?
Lots of people cry in Kirkwall. You go to Orlais, you eat snails. You come here, you cry.
Varric Tethras (Dragon Age 2)
Why Varric's Publisher Is The Literal Worst (Or, Publishing Contracts 101)
Either Varric has the worst publisher in Kirkwall (and possibly in Thedas), or he picked the best of a bad lot and is trying to make the best of it now.
I am a writer myself. I know what publishing is like. And there are a couple things a publisher is supposed to do that Varric’s publisher just is not doing.
1) He’s not getting a proper editor.
We’ve all laughed at some of the howlers in Varric’s work, especially that ‘metaphor’ about the boat. (You know the one, it’s in one of the Hard in Hightown books.) But what that means is that he’s not getting professionally edited, at all. And I don’t think this is a case of Varric-is-too-famous-to-get-edited, he’s shown a pretty… mature? … grasp of what’s wrong with some of his books, and he doesn’t have Dorian’s ego. I think that they’re assuming they can cut corners by not editing his work, because wtf, even a crappy editor could have caught that one.
2) His publishersold his foreign rights without telling him.
Like, okay, I’m assuming the state of contract law in Thedas is not as good as it is in 21st-century America, I get it. But this is beyond unethical.
For reference, for those of you who don’t understand how writing contracts work: a writer’s work is their property. When a book gets published, the author is not selling their work; they’re selling a publisher the right to print their work, for a limited amount of time.
Most magazine contracts, for example, are for first-time publication in the country the magazine is based in, and you can resell your work or print it on your website after a certain amount of time has passed. Book contracts are for a longer amount of time, but are still limited, usually, to the country in which the book was first published.
If the book is going to be translated and/or published in a different country, the author gets to sell their right to do so, and can make a significantly greater amount of money from this. If, for example, an author lives, works, and publishes in Germany, and then is suddenly selling a highly popular book in the United States, they are going to be making a good deal more money than they were previously.
So Varric’s publisher selling his right to publish in Orlais out from under his nose- that’s theft. They’re stealing his intellectual property.
3) Having done that, his publisher did not give him any of the money they received from said sales.
I don’t think I need to tell you why this is bad, especially not in conjunction with #2. To steal his shit, and then to steal all the money they got from selling his shit? That’s refuge in fucking audacity, man. That’s a level of bullshit that’s so high even Varric is stunned by it. That’s ‘call in the Red Jennies, these people deserve bees in their trousers’ levels of bullshit.
So yeah, Varric’s publisher is the literal worst.
sleepy Garrett
@withoutpeer
true happiness lies in freedom