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Speaking of World of Darkness, what's your favorite and what would you recommend? So far I've only played Hunter the Vigil and the regular NWoD, but I'd like to give the others a go as well. I've heard some of the systems (Geist in particular) have some big rules issues.

My personal favorite is Hunter: The Vigil. 

I’m a bit weird; if there’s an option to play a regular, unpowered, boring human in a setting, I will consistently, 100% pick that option.

I fully get the appeal behind being a werewolf or a vampire or an all-powerful mage, but I find the stories of a normal-ass human throwing dice with the gods to be the most interesting.

That being said, I’d absolutely recommend Changeling: The Lost due to it’s mutability and potential for fantastic stories, and Vampire: The Requiem for a thrilling combination of aristocracy and murder.

Beautiful advice from a divorced man after 16 years of marriage.

My advice after a divorce following 16 years of marriage, by Gerald Rogers.

Obviously, I’m not a relationship expert. But there’s something about my divorce being finalized this week that gives me perspective of things I wish I would have done different… After losing a woman that I loved, and a marriage of almost 16 years, here’s the advice I wish I would have had

1. Never stop courting. Never stop dating. NEVER EVER take that woman for granted. When you asked her to marry you, you promised to be that man that would OWN HER HEART and to fiercely protect it. This is the most important and sacred treasure you will ever be entrusted with. SHE CHOSE YOU. Never forget that, and NEVER GET LAZY in your love.

2. Protect your own heart. Just as you committed to being the protector of her heart, you must guard your own with the same vigilance. Love yourself fully, love the world openly, but there is a special place in your heart where no one must enter except for your wife. Keep that space always ready to receive her and invite her in, and refuse to let anyone or anything else enter there.

3. Fall in love over and over again. You will constantly change. You’re not the same people you were when you got married, and in five years you will not be the same person you are today. Change will come, and in that you have to re-choose each other everyday. SHE DOESN’T HAVE TO STAY WITH YOU, and if you don’t take care of her heart, she may give that heart to someone else or seal you out completely, and you may never be able to get it back. Always fight to win her love just as you did when you were courting her.

4. Always see the best in her. Focus only on what you love. What you focus on will expand. If you focus on what bugs you, all you will see is reasons to be bugged. If you focus on what you love, you can’t help but be consumed by love. Focus to the point where you can no longer see anything but love, and you know without a doubt that you are the luckiest man on earth to be have this woman as your wife.

5. It’s not your job to change or fix her… your job is to love her as she is with no expectation of her ever changing. And if she changes, love what she becomes, whether it’s what you wanted or not.

6. Take full accountability for your own emotions: It’s not your wife’s job to make you happy, and she CAN’T make you sad. You are responsible for finding your own happiness, and through that your joy will spill over into your relationship and your love.

7. Never blame your wife if you get frustrated or angry at her, it is only because it is triggering something inside of YOU. They are YOUR emotions, and your responsibility. When you feel those feelings take time to get present and to look within and understand what it is inside of YOU that is asking to be healed. You were attracted to this woman because she was the person best suited to trigger all of your childhood wounds in the most painful way so that you could heal them… when you heal yourself, you will no longer be triggered by her, and you will wonder why you ever were.

8. Allow your woman to just be. When she’s sad or upset, it’s not your job to fix it, it’s your job to HOLD HER and let her know it’s ok. Let her know that you hear her, and that she’s important and that you are that pillar on which she can always lean. The feminine spirit is about change and emotion and like a storm her emotions will roll in and out, and as you remain strong and unjudging she will trust you and open her soul to you… DON’T RUN-AWAY WHEN SHE’S UPSET. Stand present and strong and let her know you aren’t going anywhere. Listen to what she is really saying behind the words and emotion.

9. Be silly… don’t take yourself so damn seriously. Laugh. And make her laugh. Laughter makes everything else easier.

10. Fill her soul everyday… learn her love languages and the specific ways that she feels important and validated and CHERISHED. Ask her to create a list of 10 THINGS that make her feel loved and memorize those things and make it a priority everyday to make her feel like a queen.

11. Be present. Give her not only your time, but your focus, your attention and your soul. Do whatever it takes to clear your head so that when you are with her you are fully WITH HER. Treat her as you would your most valuable client. She is.

12. Be willing to take her sexually, to carry her away in the power of your masculine presence, to consume her and devour her with your strength, and to penetrate her to the deepest levels of her soul. Let her melt into her feminine softness as she knows she can trust you fully.

13. Don’t be an idiot…. And don’t be afraid of being one either. You will make mistakes and so will she. Try not to make too big of mistakes, and learn from the ones you do make. You’re not supposed to be perfect, just try to not be too stupid.

14. Give her space… The woman is so good at giving and giving, and sometimes she will need to be reminded to take time to nurture herself. Sometimes she will need to fly from your branches to go and find what feeds her soul, and if you give her that space she will come back with new songs to sing…. (okay, getting a little too poetic here, but you get the point. Tell her to take time for herself, ESPECIALLY after you have kids. She needs that space to renew and get re-centered, and to find herself after she gets lost in serving you, the kids and the world.)

15. Be vulnerable… you don’t have to have it all together. Be willing to share your fears and feelings, and quick to acknowledge your mistakes.

16. Be fully transparent. If you want to have trust you must be willing to share EVERYTHING… Especially those things you don’t want to share. It takes courage to fully love, to fully open your heart and let her in when you don’t know i she will like what she finds… Part of that courage is allowing her to love you completely, your darkness as well as your light. DROP THE MASK… If you feel like you need to wear a mask around her, and show up perfect all the time, you will never experience the full dimension of what love can be.

17. Never stop growing together… The stagnant pond breeds malaria, the flowing stream is always fresh and cool. Atrophy is the natural process when you stop working a muscle, just as it is if you stop working on your relationship. Find common goals, dreams and visions to work towards.

18. Don’t worry about money. Money is a game, find ways to work together as a team to win it. It never helps when teammates fight. Figure out ways to leverage both persons strength to win.

19. Forgive immediately and focus on the future rather than carrying weight from the past. Don’t let your history hold you hostage. Holding onto past mistakes that either you or she makes, is like a heavy anchor to your marriage and will hold you back. FORGIVENESS IS FREEDOM. Cut the anchor loose and always choose love.

20. Always choose love. ALWAYS CHOOSE LOVE. In the end, this is the only advice you need. If this is the guiding principle through which all your choices is governed, there is nothing that will threaten the happiness of your marriage. Love will always endure.

In the end marriage isn’t about happily ever after. It’s about work. And a commitment to grow together and a willingness to continually invest in creating something that can endure eternity. Through that work, the happiness will come. Marriage is life, and it will bring ups and downs. Embracing all of the cycles and learning to learn from and love each experience will bring the strength and perspective to keep building, one brick at a time.

These are lessons I learned the hard way. These are lessons I learned too late. But these are lessons I am learning and committed in carrying forward. Truth is, I loved being married, and in time, I will get married again, and when I do, I will build it with a foundation that will endure any storm and any amount of time.

If you are reading this and find wisdom in my pain, share it those those young husbands whose hearts are still full of hope, and with those couples you may know who may have forgotten how to love. One of those men may be like I was, and in these hard earned lessons perhaps something will awaken in him and he will learn to be the man his lady has been waiting for.

MEN- THIS IS YOUR CHARGE: Commit to being an EPIC LOVER. There is no greater challenge, and no greater prize. Your woman deserves that from. Be the type of husband your wife can’t help but brag about

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Cassandra, Vestalus, and the Seekers of Truth

So I’ve been working on a fic about young Cassandra joining the Seekers, her Vigil, etc., and it led to me thinking a lot about her young life… from the POV of her uncle. And, specifically, her joining the Seekers. Since the story is from her POV and she’s really not terribly sympathetic to Vestalus, this isn’t likely to make it into the story in any direct way, so have some more Badger-over-thinks-everything meta.

This got really long somehow.

In her party dialogue, Cassandra references having been “given” to the Seekers, despite wanting to join the Templars. This made sense to me–given that most people seem to barely know that the Seekers exist, it makes sense that Cassandra wouldn’t have thought to join them, thinking instead of the much better-known Templars. (Also, at the time, she was still very anti-mage due to the circumstances of her brother’s death. I do find it rather interesting that her character development in that area seems to have remained consistent; she clearly doesn’t like mages at all at the beginning of Dawn of the Seeker, but thanks to Galyan she comes to terms with the fact that not all mages are evil cackling blood mages. [I feel like at this point identification of blood mages should be a solved problem. a) Do they cackle? b) Do they live in Kirkwall? If the answer to either of those is yes, then blood mage. If not, then no.] And unlike in a lot of media, that learning experience doesn’t get retconned: as far as I can tell, as of DA:I, she doesn’t have a particular issue with mages beyond the issues that pretty much everyone has with mages [that they are potentially dangerous–which, they are, it’s just that, e.g., angry women with large swords are also potentially dangerous]. It’s a nice subversion of the Aesop Amnesia trope.)

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"Haven't you ever heard of closing the goddamn door?"

“I’m sure I’ve heard it once or twice,” Root called from the glass shower, through the open bathroom door. 

“Look,” Shaw stepped into the bathroom, keeping her back to Root. “I know you’re letting me stay here and you’re keeping an eye on me in case I glitch out again, but can we…agree on some boundaries.”

Root swallowed and picked up the gun that was hidden behind the shampoo, pressing it to the glass wall of the shower with an audible click, “I’m trying to keep an eye on you while I’m taking a shower.”

Shaw turned around and saw the gun. She realized that it wasn’t part of Root’s teasing to leave the door open, it was part of her vigilance.

Shaw stepped into the bathtub, fully clothed and sat down, facing away from Root, “I-I’ll stay here then.” 

Root watched her carefully and put the gun back behind the shampoo bottles. She rolled her shoulders under the hot water and let the water run over her face.




of House Selmy. Firstborn son of Ser Lyonel Selmy of Harvest Hall. Served as squire to Ser Manfred Swann. Named

“the Bold”

in his 10th year

The greatest living knight was Ser Barristan Selmy, Barristan the Bold, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

His hair was white, and there were crow’s-feet at the corners of his pale blue eyes. Yet his back was still unbent, and the years had not yet robbed him of his skill at arms.

Even in the far north, the singers praise the deeds of Barristan the Bold.

“Ser Barristan is as valiant and honorable as any man in King’s Landing.” Ned had come to have a deep respect for the aged, white-haired Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

“I stood last vigil for him myself,” Ser Barristan Selmy said as they looked down at the body in the back of the cart. “He had no one else. A mother in the Vale, I am told.”

Of these seven, only Ser Barristan Selmy is made of the true steel

On the Trident, Ser Barristan here cut down a dozen good men, Robert’s friends and mine.

Ser Barristan Selmy raised his pale blue eyes from the table and said, “Your Grace, there is honor in facing an enemy on the battlefield, but none in killing him in his mother’s womb. Forgive me, but I must stand with Lord Eddard.”

The fools sent some watchmen to seize him, but he slew two of them and escaped.“ Mormont snorted, leaving no doubt of his view of men who’d send gold cloaks against a knight as renowned as Barristan the Bold.

Yes, the man was old, but the name of Barristan the Bold still has meaning in the realm. He lent honor to any man he served.

The Blackfyre pretenders troubled the Targaryens for five generations, until Barristan the Bold slew the last of them on the Stepstones.

Jaime was amused, though unsurprised, to find that Ser Barristan had taken the time to record his own dismissal before leaving the castle.

Brienne remembered what came next. "The king was rescued,” she said. “Barristan the Bold brought him out.”

Grandfather,” Mero said, “run off before I break your stick in two and bugger you with—”    The old man feinted with one end of the staff, pulled it back, and whipped the other end about faster than Dany would have believed. The Titan’s Bastard staggered back into the surf, spitting blood and broken teeth from the ruin of his mouth.

Dany gestured toward where Barristan Selmy stood with one hand resting on his sword hilt. “Barristan the Bold, they call him. Twice he has saved me from assassins.”

Ser Grandfather, Dany thought. Despite his age, he looked tall and handsome in the armor that she’d given him.

Drogon roared full in her face, his breath hot enough to blister skin. Off to her right Dany heard Barristan Selmy shouting, “Me! Try me. Over here. Me!”

Ser Barristan had hated the masks from the start and never more than now. Honest men should never need to hide their faces.

Ser Barristan eyed Bloodbeard coolly. Give me half a reason to dance with you, and we will see who is laughing at the end.

Barristan Selmy had been badly wounded on the Trident, so he had been spared the sight of Lord Tywin’s gift, but oft he wondered. If I had seen him smile over the red ruins of Rhaegar’s children, no army on this earth could have stopped me from killing him.

“Then come,” said Barristan the Bold.

Ser Barristan turned with him. “This coward is about to kill you, ser." 

Blood and viscera stained the king’s silk carpets. Selmy took a step back. The longsword in his hand was red for half its length.

"Fire and blood,” said Barristan Selmy, softly, softly.

“You would break King Hizdahr’s peace, old man?”    "I would shatter it.“ Once, long ago, a prince had named him Barristan the Bold. A part of that boy was in him still. 

They choose war, then. So be it. Ser Barristan felt oddly relieved. War he understood.

Ser Barristan looked up sharply. "A hall to die in, and men to bury me. I thank you, my lords … but I spit upon your pity.” He reached up and undid the clasps that held his cloak in place, and the heavy white garment slithered from his shoulders to fall in a heap on the floor. His helmet dropped with a clang. “I am a knight,” he told them. He opened the silver fastenings of his breastplate and let that fall as well. “I shall die a knight.”

Battle had touched Fort Blackwing in all ways but true bloodshed. Smiths were red-faced as they shaped and sharpened weapons, sentries fidgeting between glances through their spyglasses, and those of faith prayed for victory - that the souls of the dead who secure it reach their final destination in safety and peace.

Blythe Atwood felt their nervous energy, folding her shaking fingers into a loose fist to calm them. Would that she could do the same to both the veteran and fresh soldiers preparing to die; they wore masks of bravery, yet she heard their terror. 

Courage and curiosity (and perhaps a pinch of foolishness) guided her to an edge of the encampment where, if she climbed the right crumbled debris once composing a pillar, she could glimpse the area which darkened the sky. She sat there, watching, the clouds overhead turning from peaches to winter plums over the course of her vigil. The beam that had decimated the fort from afar had not yet encored its power, though on occasion did she catch a wing slicing effortlessly through the distant sky. 

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Esper Tokens - Modern

Alright, last time I’ll be posting it, and I think I got the mana base down. I think.

Deck list

Basic strategy is this: Discard their early game plane turn one with Despise or Thoughtseize. Second turn, keep your mana up, then Mana Leak or Raise the Alarm depending on what game plan you want to follow. Personally, I foresee myself holding onto counterspells for the more game breaking plays: Siege Rhino, Twin, etc. Then just break face with the tokens.

Since most of the cards that make tokens are one time use anyways (bar Lingering Souls), Logic Knot seemed like a perfect fit. Early game, It’s a strictly worse Cancel. Late game though, and it may as well be Counterspell.

Another thing that I’ve noticed about a lot of control lists is that they usually just run one big beater that their opponent can focus all of their removal on. With this list though, all of the threats are the same. 2/2 Flying Vigilant spirits (or Soldiers on the ground. Personally, I’d prefer to run Midnight Haunting but that’s just me and I recognize that the cheaper casting cost is worth it. Who knows, I may try to squeeze two or three in anyway).

Overall, I made this list to take B/W tokens and make it more reactive rather than proactive. Going to proxy the more expensive cards that I don’t have and try and play test it with friends when I can, but I was really wanting some feedback if I can get it to see if this is even worth investing into.

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Ya hopefully hand over thee Land Rover keys slow-e-ly
And run like hosiery
I move eggs like ovaries closed lactose and sudairy
Who y'all suppose to be?
None of them close to me, my poetry poison til’ they posing me
And little kids poking me openly
Fuck police I slip through they fingers like rosaries
Off the hook with the .38 rotaries
Get it locally move anti-socially,
Twice the rapper get from both of me jokingly
So constant’ & nonchalant’ from BIC’s to Mont Blanc’s
Who’s conscience he’s not the one to confront
Worth my weight you impersonate
Niggaz like Miller Lights spit it right in your life, terminate
I’m the worst case scenario bump heads for coins like Mario
Pop more rounds than Merry-Go
From birth date to burial
In South Beach beaches going south
With they mouth piece without speech
Oh now he’s official from the start, they miss you,
Holding vigils in the dark
Go head try and stop it, couldn’t block son with Hawaiian Tropic
What’s in your pockets my profits
Foxes pick me up like chop sticks, this hotness,
They wanna put me boxes like chocolates…that’s nonsense - Lupe Fiasco

He called his mother “Goober” and his father “Bobbo,” affectionate names from a different life.

They sit behind him every day, not more than 20 feet from his silent form swiveling quietly at the defense table. He does not turn around.

James E. Holmes, 27, is on trial for his life. Every day, Arlene and Robert watch.

The facts are well documented. Nearly three years ago, Holmes donned what prosecutors call his “kill suit” and shot up an Aurora, Colo., movie theater filled with happy Batman fans at a midnight showing of “The Dark Knight Rises.” The killing took only minutes: 12 dead, 70 wounded.

Arlene and Robert Holmes sat through the first week of what could be a five-month proceeding, listening to their son’s victims describe in grim and sorrowful detail the day that changed everything, July 20, 2012.

That’s some of the guilt we have, that we didn’t recognize he was ill and needed treatment.- Arlene Holmes, on her son, James Holmes

Every day, the couple sit in the second row, near the wall, Arlene to the left of Robert, closest to James. Much of the time they are joined in their vigil by James’ uncle.

Every day, they stare straight ahead, silent, intent, reaping what their only son has sown, their awkward little boy turned murderous man.

No one speaks to them. Robert, a retired scientist, and Arlene, a registered nurse, enter and exit the brick court complex in this Denver suburb through a back door, away from the television cameras camped on the grass, nowhere near the main entrance that victims and their families use.

If two people could be invisible and have a flashing neon sign over their heads at the same time, it would be Robert and Arlene. They are middle-aged, middle class and dressed to blend in, husband in khakis, wife in dark monochrome, faces lined, glasses glinting in the fluorescent light.

If they have one thought, it would have to be mercy. This is how Arlene describes their reality in a slim book she self-published in March, a prayer journal she began keeping not long after she became the mother of a killer:

10-9-2013: We are not celebrities.

We are mourners —

just like everyone else in the courtroom

and nothing like anyone else in the courtroom

because we are the parents.

We are like no one else in the world.

Most days in Division 201, the only person who says their son’s name out loud is Judge Carlos A. Samour Jr., and then only briefly: “This is the case of the people of Colorado versus James Eagan Holmes. Let the record show that he is present with his attorneys.”

Otherwise, he is “the shooter,” “the defendant,” “the person that they had detained” or “that guy,” as in Arapahoe County Dist. Atty. George H. Brauchler’s opening statement to the jury: “I’m going to ask you to reject that guy’s claim that he didn’t know right from wrong.”

The gunman’s attorneys call their client Mr. Holmes and acknowledge that he carried out one of the worst mass shootings in American history. He faces 166 counts, including first-degree murder, the criminal attempt to commit murder in the first degree and possession of an explosive device. He has pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity.

“In his words, ‘I have fought for years to overcome my biology,’” public defender Daniel King told the jury as the trial began. “He lost that struggle with his mind to a disease. A disease called schizophrenia.”

And that disease, King said, is inherited. Arlene’s father was diagnosed with psychosis, King said, and “hospitalized after wandering his Carmel yard, naked.” Their son’s attorney spoke as if they were not sitting there, stoic. Their son still had not looked at them.

But there was more.

Robert’s father first experienced mental illness as a West Point cadet, and his twin sister was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder and disabled for most of her life. “She takes meds,” King said, “but still periodically gets bad enough to be hospitalized.”

Still, there was more.

The shooter, the lawyer said, tried to kill himself at age 11, and as a high school sophomore began having “intrusive, unwanted thoughts telling him to kill people. They continue to this day.” He was “blessed and cursed by his genetics. He is very smart and loaded for mental illness.”

When your son’s mug shot — eyes wild, hair a bright, unruly orange — has been broadcast around the world, there is no such thing as a family secret.

02-13-2013: I just put a password on my phone.

My texts, my emails, my contacts

are now password protected.

How do I put a password on my life?

No protection possible.

Praying for those

who feel vulnerable today.

Samour has ordered journalists not to approach the Holmes family or the victims and their loved ones when they are on court property. The couple’s attorney, who asked via email that reporters respect their privacy, did not respond to requests for comment. A gag order prevents attorneys and police officers from speaking about the case outside of open court.

The San Diego couple have been largely silent since the massacre, but they did give a single interview, not long before the trial began, to talk about Arlene’s prayer journal, “When the Focus Shifts.”

Arlene told the Del Mar Times that she prays for the victims daily and agonizes over what she and her husband might have done to address their son’s condition — if only they had known it existed. Before July 20, 2012, his worst offense was a speeding ticket.

“That’s some of the guilt we have,” she told the small San Diego County newspaper, “that we didn’t recognize he was ill and needed treatment.”

01-08-2013: Forgive yourself for not knowing

what was happening.

And then forgive the people

who hate your guts and

want you dead.

Praying for all parents.

The first three days of the trial were harrowing for everyone in Division 201, as witnesses and first responders relayed in blunt and grievous testimony what happened at the Century 16, where “400 people filed into a box-like theater to be entertained,” Brauchler said, “and one came to slaughter them.”

Robert and Arlene watched as Caleb Medley, once an aspiring comedian, was wheeled up to the witness stand by his father, Otis. Shot in the head by their son and left for dead, Medley lost an eye, cannot walk and cannot speak.

He was in the middle of his third brain surgery after the shooting when his son was born on a different floor in the same hospital. He was unconscious, in a medically induced coma, when the newborn was placed in his arms for the first time.

Medley answered the prosecutor’s questions Tuesday by tapping out letters on a big, white alphabet board balanced on the witness stand in front of him. An interpreter then said the letters aloud, so the court could hear his answers.

Prosecutor Lisa Teesch-Maguire: “Good morning. Could you please spell your name for the record?”

He grunted and began to tap with his good right hand: C-A-L-E-B.

“And could you spell your last name for the record, please?”

M-E-D-L. He paused. Thought. Scanned the board. E-Y.

“Mr. Medley, did you go to the Century 16 movie theater in Aurora, Colorado, on July 19, 2012? Could you spell that answer, please?


12-31-2013: Bob and I perch on the top step of the


that descends into hell.

We will listen to all the testimony

from all the victims and hundreds of others.

How will everyone withstand it?

It is Thursday morning, the fourth day of the trial, and court is not yet in session. Robert puts his arm around his wife. Their heads are together, and they talk softly. Arlene’s shoulders begin to shake, as if she is sobbing. By the time the jury files in, they are again staring straight ahead, their default posture in this hostile territory.

Arlene looks even more haggard than she did on the first day of her son’s trial, if that is possible, as if she knows what is coming: photos of the massacred bodies at the scene.

On this day, a stoic first responder, Officer Justin Grizzle of the Aurora Police Department, talks about slipping in blood on the theater floor, of seeing people shot in the face and head, of checking pulses to figure out whether victims sprawled in the darkened auditorium are still alive. Or not.

Grizzle starts to cry.

"The one I will always remember is the little girl,” he says, unable to hold back his tears. “I had to step over her and continue on. It was the hardest thing I had to do.”

Veronica Moser-Sullivan, 6 years old, was dead.

She was James Holmes’ youngest victim.

Sandy Phillips’ daughter, Jessica Ghawi, died in the massacre. Before jury selection began in January, Phillips had this to say about the Holmes family: “I don’t hate them. I don’t even hate him. We have been numb to them from the beginning.”

But by Friday that numbness was breached.

“The Monsters parents & uncle staring at us,” Phillips tweeted, “the cops crying on the stand, the killer playing the jury = Hard week." 

01-27-2013: When will July 20 stop playing in our heads

over and over


And how do we lessen the guilt of being alive?

Riassumendo, oggi mi sono scampato una multa perchè mi era scaduto il ticket del parcheggio troppo presto, ma in compenso penso - in aggiunta al pensiero che “in compenso penso” è figo da dire - che un autovelox mi abbia beccato in pieno. Inoltre, per non farmi mancare nulla, ho parcheggiato in una strada che poi è stata chiusa a causa di una manifestazione religiosa e per uscire mi sono dovuto lisciare un vigile. Non è giornata: tra me e la legge oggi non c'è feeling.

These are just some smaller sketches I’ve done to dabble more with traditional mediums. The bottom group on the left is marker, everything else is watercolor. My two favorites are Vanessa and the watercolor with Anduin curled up by Varian. The idea there was that Varian was either ill/injured and Anduin wasn’t about to leave, so he curled up by the cot to keep a vigil, where Varian wakes up to see him, after Anduin finally passed out asleep. I’ve admitted as much before, but I’ll admit it again, I am a complete and total sap.


Now we know what this strange obsession was with the bookshelf.. she was trying her best to build her nest here. She laid her first egg the next day and we have 3 more beautiful eggs in her own nest box now. Couldn’t get any pics of them yet as Bibi is very protective of the box and Smidgen is a very vigilant bodyguard.

help me?

Okay, so I haven’t got World of Thedas 2 yet, and I’m wondering if anyone can help clear up something for me.

People are saying that Cullen is 29. Is that right? According to WoT2 (as far as people tell me) he became a templar (took the vigil?) at age 18, then he spent a further year as a templar by the time the fifth blight started. So he would be 19 in 9:30, as far as I can see.

The conclave explosion happens in 9:41, I think. Wouldn’t that make him 30 years old? Also I have this here:

So what I’m asking is: does WoT2 actually state that he’s 29 anywhere, or mention his birthdate? I’m not good with numbers and I’m a little confused. Basically I need that book!

All Along the Watchtowers

For three days, a careful eye had been kept over Karrion’s Rest. Though the vast majority of her people went on and only noticed the slightest of changes tensions had run high amongst those who protected the township. Extra guards performed their rounds without question. At the gates anyone who aroused suspicion were asked - with great caution - to be revealed to a scryer, who made sure that no one had entered the premises through glamours or enchantments. And of course a long vigil was kept by none other than the one who commanded these forces from the very moment he was tasked to..

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I don’t think there’s any way that war can have a place in peace. I think that peace is the active and difficult resistance to the temptation of war; it is the prerogative and the obligation of the injured. Peace is something that has to be vigilantly maintained; it is a vigilance, and it involves temptation, and it does not mean we as human beings are not aggressive. It does not mean that we do not have murderous impulses. This is a mistaken way of understanding non-violence. Many people think, “Oh, we need to be non-violent; humans can somehow get violence out of their souls; we’re not constituted by aggression.” Rather, I think it is precisely because we’re constituted with aggression, it’s precisely because we are capable of waging war, and of striking back, and of doing massive injury, that peace becomes a necessity. Peace is a certain resistance to the terrible satisfactions of war. It’s a commitment to living with a certain kind of vulnerability to others and susceptibility to being wounded that actually gives our individual lives meaning. And I think this way of viewing things is a much harder place to go, so to speak. One can’t just do it alone, either. I think it needs to be institutionalized. It needs to be part of a community ethos. I think in fact it needs to be part of an entire foreign policy.