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happy it's spring, sir!

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replaying fe3h has me in a painting mood so here's dimitri <3

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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

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Mankind redefined

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and so the courier, who had cheated death in the cemetery outside goodsprings, cheated death once again, and the mojave wasteland was forever changed.

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Ok if we exclude Palpatine who has the gayest lightsaber?

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are we going to talk about how evka and antoine are just handing out to the joining to everyone who’s dying of blight and doesn’t want to die of blight and then not making them be wardens because it’s so funny they rlly said who cares

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OKAY SO this has been sitting in my drafts for Several days but

"The appeal of Solas is that he thinks YOU are the most specialest girl alive"

The thing about this that's so interesting to me as a storytelling tool is that the whole point of the Solavellan's "not like other girls" romance is that Lavellan is exactly like other girls. She's not a deity (gross), she's not a spirit (weird), she's just a particularly unlucky lady who keeps stumbling into different versions of the Progressively Worse Case Scenario.

But Solas has to believe in his heart that she is in fact, the Most Specialest Girl Alive, because if she isn't special, and all girls are like her at least a little bit, then they have thoughts and feelings and memories and lives that would be on his conscience if he were to, you know, nuke everything and start over.

And starting over would mean there would actually be no girls like Lavellan, ever again.

Idk, maybe that's the sauce? Making it a load bearing neurosis to think your girlfriend is The One (the only one)?

I wish I could figure him out bestie, he is a fucking enigma to me

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Caesar, muttering to himself: They call me caesar cause I be dressin’

Courier, hiding in the shadows and about to assassinate him:

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HAPPY IDES OF MARCH!

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In honor of the Ides of March, my favorite Tiktok

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every year the Ides of March feels like a fun little meme, but this year it actually feels more like trying to cast a spell

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by jove, i am not covetous for gold, / nor care i who doth feed upon my cost; / it yearns me not if men my garments wear; / such outward things dwell not in my desires. — henry v, act 4 scene 3

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happy ides of march

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Here's a fun story of malicious compliance to brighten your day:

Until recently, a few people in my office had these desk shades to combat the obnoxious fluorescent lights, which is very helpful for people (like me) with migraines or other light-sensitivity issues.

A few days ago, everyone who has them was told to take them down. Different people were given different reasons - It violates fire code (it doesn't) / It blocks line of sight (sort of?). Since this goes against the existing status quo, the union reps (my beloved) jumped on it. Someone jokingly suggested using umbrella hats instead, since hats are allowed in the dress code. Today, the union reps are passing out these ridiculous things in protest:

If the rules are absurd, the resistance should match.

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thicker than water, blood follows you