Maria Lifted One Arm, Trembling, Weak, As If The Very Air Weighed Her Down. Her Skin Looked Like It Would

apparently everyone is sick of my shit and they’re going to kill me tomorrow. idk it’s just what I heard

Varric and Solas argue. The sound echoes.

Varric: Me, take down the Dread Wolf? I'm flattered. Varric: No, I just came to ask you a question. So, you rebelled against the other gods, and it was a disaster. Varric: Then you imprisoned them and created the Veil, and that was a disaster. Varric: So how is this time gonna work out any better? Can you tell me that? Solas: I understand your hesitance, but what I do now must be done, despite it being past your comprehension. Varric: I'm not saying you're evil. But if you really believed in what you were doing, you'd be able to give me a straight answer. Solas: You would rather cast aspersions than admit that this is mine to solve. Varric: No mistake is worth killing innocent people over. Solas: The question is what lives, and how. My ritual will heal the world, and restore what was driven out of balance. Varric: C'mon, Chuckles. Who are you trying to convince here? Me, or yourself? Solas: Varric… Varric: You're not the first good man I've seen talk himself into a bad decision. The question is whether you can admit it.

One would think that after a whole night of worship she would have enough. She never does and he doesn’t mind.

*SCREECHES INTO THE PILLOW*

I can't believe how anxious I can be about my writing one day and then another I'm like:

-> holy fuck i wrote this? ME? lil old me? highfive babes, we rock

I never noticed how he pronounced “ferals” in this sentence until now.

(And Curie is being very curiously observant in the background while Nick talks to his daughter)

I asked people their favourite EPIC: the musical song and drew silly, rough sketches about them (sorry)

chell backes a cake. Thats it thats the post hit send

1 reblog = 1 kiss to him