as you can see i found this on da

Nexus link

The bi mod you were all waiting for (at least I sure was).

The intent of this mod isn’t just to allow women to romance Morrigan and men to romance Alistair, it’s to add everything missing in these romances to make them as immersive as possible. Whenever there’s an opportunity to flirt with an npc that was gender restricted, I made it open for gay/bi wardens as well (cause let’s be real, the only gender restrictions were in favour of straight flirting). This involved a ton of dialogue and audio editing, along with constructing brand new dialogue.

What this mod includes:

  • Characters won’t misgender the Warden. This applies to every time the Warden’s relationship with Alistair or Morrigan is acknowledged.
  • Any gendered dialogue has been edited.
  • Added new banter for characters so that they’ll acknowledge the gay relationships.
  • Added jealousy dialogues for Alistair and Morrigan if the Warden is cheating on either of them with the other.
  • Women can do the dark ritual with Morrigan.
  • Women can marry Anora.
  • Men can marry Alistair.
  • Previously dude exlusive flirting options for Leliana are now open to women.
  • Removed unnecessary gender restrictions on the Warden’s dialogue options.
  • Any bugs that I encountered have been fixed.

Below are a couple of examples so that you can see for yourself, a more extended description, along with more videos, can be found in the nexus link.

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Send me quotes please!

I really want to continue this series :) So if you want, send me an ask with your favourite character and a quote of theirs that means something to you, and I’ll see if I can use it! I’m trying not to use romance-specific quotes so that everyone can identify themselves with them regardless of their personal playthrough.

The finished companions can be found here and are also available on Society6 by the way ;)

(Oh yeah, though they’re not technically companions I do intend to go with Josephine and Cullen as well because let’s face it they’re amazing. So if there’s any other non-companion characters you’d like to see, shoot me an ask!)

Queen of Disaster // Lee Taeyong


the prompt: can i get song vased scenario with Taeyong?? X) Lana Del Rey-Queen of disaster?

words: 2957

category: song rec + fluff

author note: don’t ask me how i came up with this plot from this song bc i don’t know.

- destinee

Originally posted by taeyongsolo


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Shifted - Part 6, Chapter 10

Every Tuesday I’ll be posting a chapter from my brand new AU story. The  premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Part 6 - The Honeymoon

Lallybroch, Summer 1763

Chapter 10

Silence. Utter silence.

Claire looked between her two children. Brianna’s brow was deeply furrowed, processing the information. William, poor lad, just looked bewildered, mouth slightly agape.

Jamie pressed his hand to hers on the mattress, twisting her ring between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’ve never seen the two of you speechless before.”

That woke them up. “I dinna understand, Mama,” William said softly. He scrubbed his hair with his hands in a mannerism that was purely Jamie. “Ye’re no’ a fairy, and no’ a witch – Da said so. And these things happen in fairy stories. So why did it happen to you?”

She smiled and cupped his cheek. “I don’t know, love. I’ll never understand it.”

“But did ye try to go back?” Brianna asked. Her eyes darted from Jamie to Claire. “Can ye go back and forth, from this time to that time?”

“No, I haven’t tried to go back. I wanted to go back, right after I arrived. But I never followed through on it.” She paused. “Your Da tried to send me back, but I wouldn’t go.”

“What?” Brianna eased closer to Jamie on the bed and laid a hand on his arm. “When, Da? And why? Anyone wi’ eyes in their heid can see that ye canna live wi’out her.”

Jamie squeezed Claire’s fingers with one hand and Brianna’s with the other. “I didna ken where she’d come from until we’d been marrit for a few months. And then I tried to send her back, because it was a very dangerous time for us. But she wouldna go.” He swallowed, steeling himself. “And then when we found out yer Mam was going to have you, Brianna – right before Culloden, I took her back to the stones. I wanted to keep the both of ye safe, and I feared I’d not be able to do it here, in our time.”

Brianna settled into Jamie’s side. He held her tightly and kissed her forehead.

“Truly, Da?”

“Aye. But she wouldna go then, either. So we came back to Lallybroch, and we’ve been here ever since.”

Claire turned to William and opened her arms. Quickly he crawled into her lap, and she held him close.

“Did ye really want her to go, Da?” William asked in a small voice.

“No, a bhailach. It was the last thing in the world I wanted. But when ye love someone, ye always have to put their needs above yours, ken?”

William nodded.

“So – I didna want her living in a time of hardship. Ye won’t remember this, Brianna, but when you were a wee bairn, things were verra difficult here. Redcoat patrols, people not having enough to eat. Drought and puir harvests. Yer Mam knew that was all coming, and I didna want her – or you – to live through that.”

“That’s verra romantic, Da,” Brianna teased.

He pulled back his head to meet her gaze face-on. “It’s the truth, a leannan. Dinna make light of it. Ye have no idea how much of a sacrifice I was willing to make for ye.” He traced a finger over her cheek. “I was willing to go my whole life wi’out seeing yer mother again. Wi’out ever meeting ye, wi’out watching ye grow up. Because I love you.”

Brianna’s cheeks colored and she looked down at her hands.

Silence again as the children continued to process the information.


Claire kissed the top of her son’s head. “Yes, William?”

“Do ye want to go back now?”

She held him tightly. “No, love. I don’t want to go back. I’ll never go back – because I’d never want to leave the two of you, or your father.”

“But don’t you miss yer family?”

Claire sighed. “My parents died when I was small – you know that. I was an only child. I was raised by my uncle – you know that, too. But he died long before I came here.”

“That’s verra sad,” William remarked, snuggling deeper into his Mam’s shoulder.

“It is. But I don’t ever think about it, because now I’ve got more family than I know what to do with – I’ve got the three of you, and Auntie Jenny and Uncle Ian and all your cousins. This is my family. This is my home. Why would I ever leave you? Leave this?”

“I dinna think Da would let ye leave anyway,” Brianna said softly.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Jamie moved closer to Claire and wrapped his arms around her and their children. “We decided to tell ye because ye’re both old enough to understand these things. It’s part of who ye are. But ye must know how important it is that ye never, ever tell anyone else about this. Why do ye think that is?”

“Because folk willna understand,” Brianna said softly. “Ye always say that people fear what they canna understand, Da – so we must protect her from anyone who may try to harm her.”

“It’s my duty as a man to protect her, right, Da?” William said softly.

Claire’s eyes met Jamie’s over the heads of their children. Her eyes filled with tears.

“Aye, it is. Ye’re a braw lad, William – and you,” he addressed his daughter, “are a fine braw woman, Brianna. We named ye after strong people, and ye’ve honored those names weel. And ye can continue to honor them by minding yer Mam a wee bit more, aye?”

Both heads nodded.

“I love the both of you so much,” Claire whispered, holding her children close.

“Mama?” William said after a while.

“Yes, love?”

“I still dinna understand it, how ye came to be here. It would have been much easier if ye’d been a fairy, because at least I can understand that.”

Jamie’s eyes met Claire’s over Brianna’s bright head. His face split in a grin.


A chapter based on a prompt I received about Brianna fighting and being a feisty-mini Jamie! haha! Thank you for reading! Han xxx 

Bree squared her shoulders and dashed a hand under her nose. She pushed the tendrils of hair which had escaped her cap back under the soft tweed and nodded.

“Alright, I’m ready.”

She looked at her cousin expectantly as small fists rose to guard her face and her elbows pulled in tight, shielding her ribs, but Ian shook his head and left his own fists hanging limp at his side.

“Let’s call it a day.”

“No! I have to be able to fight.”

“Ye can fight!”

Ian cried in exasperation.

“Fight properly! Not just scrapping.”

Bree stuck her chin out stubbornly but Ian folded his arms and shook his head

“I canna hit ye properly. Uncle Jamie will skelp me raw if I bruise ye, besides its no’ fair. I’m bigger than you and ye dinna ken how to defend yeself.”

Bree rolled her eyes and sighed heavily though her nose.

“That’s the point! Mama and Da willna let me go further than the boundaries of Lallybroch because it might not be safe. I need to be able to prove to them I can fight.”

“Prove it to them?!”

Ian cried, dark eyes going large

“Ye mean to tell them about this?”

“Of course! I …”

“Ye canna tell Uncle Jamie I’ve been beatin’ ye to a pulp in the barn!”

Ian’s voice had risen to a near shout and Bree felt her own temper flaring

“You haven’t been beating me to a pulp! I haven’t even got a black eye! You’re just a bit quicker!”

The cousins stared each other down for a few moments before Ian shrugged.

“Fine, I wouldna ha’ thumped ye if I kent that ye meant to tattle but seeing as ye seem determined to get me killed, ye might as well get  on wi’ it.”

He strode over to the door and wrenched it open angrily.

“Ian, no one is going to kill you. I just need to show Da that I can fight.”

“Well ye should pick a fight wi’ him then!”

Ian huffed, striding out into the daylight and throwing his cousin a look over his shoulder as he went. Bree snatched up her jacket from the floor and dashed after him catching his arm before he could go into the house and tell someone what they’d been doing. If anyone found out now, they might want to see for themselves and Bree wasn’t ready yet, she kept dropping her guard and Ian had winded her twice.

“Alright! I won’t tell.”

She said quickly and Ian narrowed his eyes at her.

“I promise I won’t tell, Ian.”

Ian nodded curtly but the tension went out of his shoulders and Bree relaxed as well. She offered him a crooked smile and shrugged

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be so cross.”

“It’s alright. I just didna fancy bein’ caught up in your Da’s displeasure for tryin’ to help ye out.”

Ian gave her a small smile back and Bree nodded, slightly abashed. She hadn’t thought about Ian getting into trouble for it but maybe he was right. She was ‘Himself’’s daughter and Bree was beginning to realise that came with a particular set of rules, most of which were unspoken but implied in the very fact of her existence. An older boy, even her cousin, hitting her over and over until she learned to fight back was almost certainly going to break one of those rules if not cross over several of them!

“Ye could ask Uncle Jamie to teach ye? I mean, ye ken some things now and he might be surprised by how good ye are.”

“I’m not that good.”

Bree sighed and Ian grinned

“Aye ye are, for a girl you’re pretty tough. Mam says you’re like a wee ferret when ye get your dander up.”

Bree laughed; pleased that at least one of the adults at Lallybroch thought she was fierce.


Bree waited until after lunch to approach her father. He usually either went back to the fields or into his study to look over the books or check the ledgers and so she hovered around the dining room, waiting to see what his trajectory would be.

She hoped it would be the study because he would be more easily distracted from desk work than from a manual task. They both had that in common, a shared love of working with their hands. Bree watched him from around the edge of the door, almost shyly as he put plates and cups back in their correct places.

Daddy used to say that Brianna should have been a dancer because she moved with ‘grace and poise’ but watching Da move around the kitchen Bree felt positively clumsy. Her father was so big but everything he did seemed like it was choreographed and fitted to the exact space he occupied and Bree found herself practicing turning her own wrists with the small flourish that seemed to come so naturally to him.

She knew he couldn’t hear music but she wondered if maybe his brain still remembered it even if his ears were now deaf to musical cadence and made a mental note to ask Mama if that could happen.

“Ciamar a thu, mo chridhe?”

Bree had been so intent on watching his hands she had not realised that her father was looking at her and a blush crept across her features as she answered him, not attempting to use the Gaelic.

“I needed to ask you something, Da.”

Jamie gestured to the kitchen table and Bree took a seat, expecting him to keep working as Mama would have but he joined her and folded his hands neatly on the table top, his eyes trained on her, earnestly awaiting whatever she had to say.

“I … uh … well I wondered if you would mind teaching me something?”

Bree sat up as straight as she could, eager to show Da that she took their meeting as seriously as he seemed to be. Jamie smiled eagerly, as always only too happy for the opportunity to teach Brianna any new skill she desired.  

“Of course! What is it ye would like to learn lass?”

“I’d like to learn how to fight.”

Bree returned his smile brightly but Jamie was frowning a little as he surveyed her. Seconds ticked by and Bree realised that her request was not being met with the enthusiasm she had hoped for.

“Ye mean wi’ fists?”

“Yes. Will you teach me?”

“Why? Are ye havin’ trouble wi’ anyone at school?”

“No, but you always say a man ought to be able to defend himself and I don’t see why a girl should be any different.”

Bree shrugged and Jamie’s lip turned upward despite himself.

“It is verra important for a lass to defend herself, when ye are a little older, I will teach ye to use a dirk and where to stick it if ye have a need,”

Jamie reached out and tucked a stray curl behind Brianna’s ear

“but fighting with fists is no’ a skill for a young lass and from the look o’ Ian after the two of ye scrap, ye have more than enough prowess already.”

Bree grimaced guiltily but pressed on anyway

“But that’s just play fighting Da. What if someone tried to kidnap me? I need to be able to fight.”

Jamie opened his mouth to disagree but hesitated and closed it again. He knew Lallybroch and the people who lived here and he respected his own ability to keep her and Claire safe on their land but the lassie did have a point. Deserters were becoming less and less of a threat as time rolled on but that didn’t mean the threat was completely removed. Also there was the issue of Brianna herself. Jamie eyed his daughter frankly. If the wee fiend would stay within her boundaries then the risk to her was minimal but he knew well enough that she and Ian occasionally wandered further than they ought. She was an adventurer by nature; as stubborn and curious about the world as he had been as a lad, and as fearless as her mother, a combination that did not lend itself naturally to obedience and if she should find herself in a situation that required a fight, would it not be better for her to be able to throw a punch?



Jamie remembered being eight years old and being knocked into the hay by his father; a series of small jabs that were more shocking than painful, his Da’s hands moving in a blur of dark-haired knuckles as he showed Jamie how to jab and bring his guard back up. He could still remember the feel of his father’s calloused palms against Jamie’s small fists and he drilled his punches over and over until his arms ached, and then a few more again because a man didna stop just because his arm got tired! He remembered his Mam pressing a cool cloth to his cheek when he got back into the kitchen, calling him her wee warrior as she fed him bread and jam. He had been bruised and sore and exhausted but it was the first time he felt like a real ‘man’.

He watched as Bree carefully folded her jacket and draped it across one of the hay bales which lined the rear wall of the barn. Looking down at his hands now, he smiled to himself at the smattering of red hair, identically placed to the hair that had grown on his own father’s hands but a ripple of nerves ran through him at the thought of clipping her. Jamie took a breath and decided to start with something a little easier.

“Right then. Ye ken how to guard?”

Bree lifted her fists to shield her face and Jamie nodded

“Aye good, but no’ so stiff, ye want to be loose so they canna read ye.”

Jamie adjusted Bree’s stance and crouched down beside her

“Ye jab wi’ ye front hand and then ye rear hand provides the cross. The jab should be enough to give ye some space but the cross is for when ye want a man to go down and stay down.”

Bree nodded and followed her father’s actions, turning on the ball of her foot as she threw her arm forward, feeling the twist in her waist as she followed through.

When she had the motion right, Jamie knelt before her and lifted his palms.

“Hit me and dinna drop your guard.”

Bree tapped his palm cautiously at first, then with a little encouragement, she began to pepper him with small sharp jabs, but her excitement to be learning to punch got in the way of her defence. Jamie reminded her each time, reaching out to lift her guarding arm and raising his eyebrows each time it dipped, urging her to recall the lesson but Bree kept making the same mistake and Jamie realised his method wasn’t working.

“Next time ye drop your guard I’m goin’ to show ye why it’s important.”

He warned her finally, a small challenging smile curving his mouth as Bree rolled her eyes

“I’m trying, Da!”

“And ye are doin’ verra well but no matter how well ye can punch, as small as ye are, one good clout in the face and ye will go down like a sack of coal.”

Bree laughed and nodded her head, lifting her fists and centring her weight on the balls of her feet. Jamie flashed his palms and as her left jab came forward her right arm dipped, her fist languishing in the centre of her chest.

Before he could think too much about it, Jamie’s own left hand shot out and he flicked the tip of Brianna’s nose firmly.


Bree’s eyes flew wide as she pressed her fingers against the sting.

“I warned you.”

Jamie shrugged and Bree’s eyes narrowed at him.

“That hurt.”

“I daresay it stung a little, but do ye think if someone meant to fight ye they would care that it hurt?”

Bree shook her head and scowled.


“Dinna be sorry, you are doing well. But be mindful of your guard. Would ye like to stop?”


Bree shook her head and rolled her shoulders

“No Da, and you can hit me properly if you like. I have to learn.”

Jamie shook his head and smiled ruefully at her, his bold wee lass.

“No, I dinna wish to do that.”

The thought of actually hitting Brianna, even lightly, made his stomach clench and Jamie wondered not for the first time, how his father had managed to have such grit about him. Perhaps it would be different with a lad but Jamie knew with a certainty that he could not strike Brianna in such a way. He didn’t think Ian had ever taught his girls to fight but he was glad that Brianna wanted to learn. He hadn’t been glad when she first asked, but he was now. Jamie would give his life to protect his daughter, he would do so without a second thought and he believed in his ability to protect her but his own father would have said the same of he and Jenny and yet look at all that had some to pass in their lives! No, the protection of her father was not enough. Jamie wanted Brianna to be able to protect herself too, should the time ever come that she needed to and that thought steeled his resolve.

“However, ye ken what will happen if you drop that arm, so be careful, aye?”

Jamie smiled, hastily kissing the pad of his thumb and pressing it to the tip of her nose.

He flicked her several more times over the course of the next twenty minutes. Each time Bree grunted and adjusted her stance, her guard becoming more reliable and stronger with it, which was what Jamie wanted. Defence was the priority in an attack, aggression was a secondary consideration and one that instinct could deal with for the most part.

Jamie moved her back and forth, drilling the fight into her, letting her swing her fists when she got frustrated and rewarding her efforts by conceding his ground before gradually pushing her back, forcing her to defend. When she lost her temper and tried to kick, he merely caught her foot and left her hopping backwards and forwards, tugging and pushing her until her anger turned to laughter.

“A kick is only ever useful if ye ken ye can land it. Dinna let ye temper get ahead of ye.”

He warned, releasing her and moments later driving the point home as she overshot her distance, side stepping her blow and lifting his foot to lightly tap the seat of her breeks with the toe of his boot.

“But you just said …”

“I said only if ye can land it.”

Jamie smirked and Bree grinned despite herself. Jamie worked his way around her and then turned letting her get her revenge, which she did with rather more enthusiasm than he had counted on.

Finally Bree flopped against him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her heart pounding against his own chest.

“Can we stop now Da? My arms feel like jelly.”

“Of course, mo nigheann ruaidh.”

Jamie wrapped his own arms around her, holding her close. She smelt of sweat and hay and the rose soap that Jenny had made each of the girls and Jamie breathed deeply. He turned in his crouch and patted his shoulder and Bree boosted herself onto his back, giving a delighted ‘Woop!’ as her father stood up, his role as adversary suspended and his role as her protector and guardian firmly back in place.


That night as Jamie tucked Bree into bed, her eyes drooping with sleep, she caught his hand and kissed his palm before murmuring

“I love you, Da. Thank you for flicking me in the face.”

Jamie managed to get out of the room before giving in to the laughter that bubbled up his throat and sat on the top stair, shoulders shaking, until he could trust himself to make it down the stairs.


So, this happened about a year and a half ago, when I was still a little wet behind the ears at this property.

We had several guests under a construction company staying with us for a few weeks, as their work site was very close to us. Most of them were extremely nice, albeit a bit intoxicated most nights. The first week went by pretty great with them. I had learned almost all of them by names, we shot the shit, all was good.

Until one night…

One of the straggling workers, who was kind of quiet with staff, and mostly kept to himself, gave me a call about 8 pm. Let’s refer to him as DA for drunk asshole.

Me: “Thanks for calling the front desk, this is mentallyaporcupine. How can I be of assistance?”

DA: “Dude you gotta come up here. I found a bedbug. it’s crawling all over my blankets n shit. I want to move rooms now! COME UP HERE NOW!”

Me: “Oh goodness I’m so sorry, Sir. let me have my maintenance guy go up there to check it out. If you want to move rooms, he can help you with your luggage as well.”

DA hangs up. I send my ex-marine maintenance fella up there to see if it REALLY is a bedbug, as I know this guest is intoxicated, he’s probably mistaken. Plus, we have superpopularexterminator company do thorough checks on our property monthly. But, whatever appeases the guest, right? ….right?

Maintenance fella comes back with the “bug” that the guy was claiming was on his bed. Said bedbug was…. a piece of black lint. He tells me the guy is drunk as a skunk, and very aggravated.

DA calls me back.

DA: “Yeah your guy came up here and took the bedbug but I want to move rooms cause I don’t feel safe.”

ME: “No problem sir. I can move you right down the hall if you like.”

He hangs up again. Weird? Regardless he’s drunk so he’s probs incoherent or…. something. I let it go for the time being.

two minutes later, he calls me again.


Me: "Sir I am the ONLY desk clerk and I can’t leave the desk unattended. I am more than happy to send my maintenance guy up there again for you to check it out if you feel so inclined, but I personally cannot go to check up on you.” (not that I would, anyways. I’m only 5'4 and I’m not about to end up alone with a man in his room while he’s drunk. No way.


I freak out, understandably so. I call my GM at the time and give her the rundown. She’s trying to calm me down, I have my maintenance dude with me just in case, and I’m at this point full-on panic-attack mode. I’ve never had anyone threaten me before. As I’m talking to my GM, He comes storming down to the front desk, screaming. I have another guest coming down at the same time as him, and he staggers, stops the guest, and gets really close to his face.

DA: “Don’t stay here. They have bedbugs. That girl gave me bedbugs.”

I’m trying to apologize to the guest, keep DA calm, and talk to my GM all at the same time, when DA reaches over the desk and grabs me by my shirt and half-yanks me over the the top of the desk. He’s screaming in my face, my GM is now on the phone to the police, and my ex-marine jumps over the desk and pulls him off of me.

DA wriggles free, and I call the police myself. I’m sitting in the back office, trying to cool down a little, and the phone starts ringing off the hook.

Basically, the dude went down the entire fourth floor, banging on every door and screaming THEY HAVE BEDBUGS. THEY HAVE BEDBUGS!!! Now I’ve got pissed guests, concerned guests, and people pouring into the lobby from other floors, wondering whats going on with all the noise. I’m legit at my breaking point.

The police come, take my statement, take my maintenance guy’s statement, and start their search of this dude. His room was empty, his door left open. It looks like a bomb went off in there, and one of our lamps was smashed. I have his vehicle info, give it to the police, and they tell me that his car is gone too. Oh fuck. Now we also have a drunk dude on the loose, driving around and obviously dangerous.

After the police tell me to call them back if he shows up again, the night is fairly uneventful. I’m still shooken up, trying to clean up the mess he made with the guests. But other than that, I don’t hear a word from DA.

The next day when I come in, however, my GM takes me aside. The guy had apparently hit another car down the road and that’s how he was found. Luckily nobody was seriously hurt, but the dude had a lot of damages charges on his end now. My gm had also called his company, the dude got fired, and the company lost their contract with us because of it.

Luckily, again, nobody got hurt during all that. But to this day, it was one of the craziest experiences I have ever had at the desk.

Also, superpopularexterminationcompany confirmed the room was completely bug-free.

By: mentallyaporcupine

Mob Psycho 100 Episodes 4-8 as narrated by an 11-year old

So I wish I’d had this idea when I first introduced my lil sis to MP100 because her reactions to anime she loves are fuckin hilarious and she’s jumped on the MP100 bandwagon as hard as I have lmao she customized a Littlest Pet Shop toy for me to look like Mob and she’s gonna try making Reigen because she knows he’s like one of my favourites (she’s too pure omg). So we watched episodes 4-7 last night and episode 8 just a little while ago but here’re her reactions to what happened in episodes 4-8. My dialogue is marked with an H and hers is indicated with a B.

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Character: William Gallagher

Movie: P.S I Love You

Warnings: SMUT, but some good ol’ Irish lovin’!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

•You’re lost in Ireland and run into a man named William while in a pub trying to ask for help. Fluffy William

•Ridiculously sexy, hot and heavy making out. Lots of kissing, petting above and below the waist. Maybe smut.

Sighing in extreme frustration, I turned the map around trying to find out where the hell I was.

The streets and sidewalks of Dublin, Ireland were busy; people getting off work and ready to unwind.

All I wanted was to find the tram station and get to my Aunt’s home and sleep. I’d had a long, unexpected flight and could feel my body aching because of it.

I wish that I was here on better circumstances, though. Just the other day, I’d gotten a call saying that my Aunt Blanch Devereaux had passed suddenly.

I was, from what I understood, the sole beneficiary of her estate. She’d come to Ireland on vacation years ago and decided not to leave. In doing that, she pissed off alot of our relatives.

I remember bits a peices of her visiting when I was younger, but it was vague since it was so long ago.

I sighed, moving with the crowd as I looked at the map. Not paying attention, I walked right into someone, falling on my ass, “Ommmph!”

“Jaysus! You okay Lass!?” The man asked, spinning around.

I stared up at him, dumbstruck. He was so handsome!

“Lass?” He asked, squatting down to my level.

I shook my head, “Oh, yeah. I’m so sorry!”

He held out a ring clad hand, taking mine and helping me stand, “Ye sure you’re alright?”

“I, um, yes of course. Just my pride wounded.” I winced, dusting off my bottom.

He raised a brow, “Need me to kiss that pride?” He asked, his Irish lilt, teasing.

My eyes shot up to him, wide, “I-” and then, I did something that I hadn’t done in a while… I laughed.

He chuckled, licking his lips as he scratched near his eye with his thumb.

“I’m William,” he said, holding out his hand again.

“Y/N,” I nodded.

A cold, damp gust of air blew by, making me shiver and remember that I was hungry and tired.

“Oh, Jaysus, Lass. Let’s get you inside.” William tipped his head at the pub that we were standing outside of.

The smell of beer and delicious food hit my senses as he opened the door. My stomach growled, demanding that I feed it.

“And something to eat,” he laughed, taking my hand and letting me enter first.

I giggled, “I could eat,”
“So, where are ye headed?” William asked, sipping his beer.

“Enniskerry.” I replied, popping a peice of chicken in my mouth.

“Really? I live in Enniskerry!”

We laughed.

“What takes you there, if ye don’t mind me askin’?”

“My Aunt passed away. She left me her home and everything.”

William put his pint down, “Wait a minute! Mrs. Devereaux?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

He reached for my hand, giving it a squeeze, “I’m sorry for yer loss, Darlin’.”

“Thank you, William.”

“Listen, I can take ye there once you finish.”

“I really don’t want to be a bother,” I protested, albeit weakly.

He smiled and winked, “Trust me Darlin’, yer not a burden.”

I blushed, picking at my food.

We stayed at the pub for another hour and half before heading to Enniskerry.
Aunt Blanche’s home was beautiful. Big enough for a family to live in, but small enough to not be over the top.

William got out of the car, coming over to my side and opening the door for me.

Dusk was setting in, the sun dipping, lighting up the rolling green hills that surrounded the house.

“Wow,” I breathed out in awe.

“Couldn’t agree more,” William said, staring at me with a grin.

I smiled, shaking my head as I walked around the car.

I took the set of keys from my pocket, unlocking the door and flipping the switch.

A warm glow lit the living room. This house was straight from one of those Country Living magazines. Absolutely beautiful.

Turning to thank William, I found him by the door, his hands in his pockets, “I’ve got to get a move on, Darlin’. My Da is waitin’ for me.”

“Oh God! I’m so sorry I’ve kept you!”

He pointed at me, “None of tha’ now. I enjoyed spending time with you. Can I come by and see ya sometime?” He asked.

“Yes, of course.” I replied, smiling like a loon.

He grinned, shoving his hands back in his pockets, “Alrigh’ then. I’ll see ya around.”

“Thank you William,” I called out, watching him walk out.

He winked as he got in his car.
William came over nearly every day. We spent the days talking and laughing, much like tonight, but we had dinner.

I washed the last dish, rinsing it and handing it over to William, who dried it and put it away.

I dried my hands, watching him move around the kitchen in his red long sleeved shirt, black jeans and bare feet.

“I can feel those gorgeous eyes on me, Love.” He teased, closing the cabinet.

Clearing my throat, I looked away, “Fine, I won’t look at you at all then.”

I turned my head, looking out the window.

His warm closed over my hip, his breath fanning the side of my neck, “Hey, now. That’s just mean.”

We laughed as he stood before me, holding onto my waist. The atmosphere shifted between us, becoming charged.

“Ya know,” he started, running two fingers on the side of my face where he put some hair behind my ears, “would it be wrong of me to be jealous of your man back home?”

This was one subject that we hadn’t breached even though the flirting had been relentless.

I bit my lip, “There is no one back in the states for me.”

“Well, then,” he tipped my chin up, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, “I do believe it’s me lucky day then.”

Testing the waters, he met me half way, the kiss slow.

“Is this alright?” He whispered, his nose touching mine.


His smile was playful as he pulled me closer to him. He then walked me backwards, my back hitting the counter.

With his long warm fingers cupping my cheeks, he looked straight into my eyes, “Hi,”

I felt my cheeks heat up, “Hi,”

Williams breath tickled my lips as he leaned in to kiss me. His lips moved over mine slowly, tugging ever so slightly before our lips broke apart with a light smack.

I could feel his stubble as we kissed, the prickly hairs leaving a slight burning sensation in their wake.

Threading my fingers through the back of his hair, I initiated the third kiss. With our mouths slightly open, I gently dipped my tounge, caressing his upper lip.

He grunted lightly, his hands sliding down to my ass to give a firm squeeze.

I repeated the kiss, only to have our tounges come into contact. I twirled my tounge around his before pulling it back into my mouth.

William tilted his head to the side, firmly sealing his mouth over mine as he deepened the kiss.

I moaned, pulling myself up closer to him by his shoulders.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, leaving a damp trail as he kissed his way to my neck.

“William,” I sighed.

“Hmmmm,“  he hummed, sucking on my pulse.

I gripped the counter with one hand, the other at his waist, feeling tip of his tounge roll circles as he sucked.

A warm hand slid underneath my shirt, cupping my bra covered breast. He nipped at my neck to where it met my shoulder where he sucked hard.

Slipping his hand into the cup of my bra, he thumbed my nipple, leaving what would surely be one hell of a hickey on my neck.

In a rush, I began to lift my shirt up. It didn’t take William long to pull it off of me.

He unhooked my bra, gazing at my bare breasts.

I watched as he took off his red shirt, discarding it with my clothes.

He closed the small gap between us, the hairs that covered his chest, rubbing against my sensitive breasts deliciously.

"Yer shakin’, love.” He stated, one hand cupping my cheek and the other resting on my ass.

I hadn’t realized I was until he said so.

“Do ye want me to stop?” He asked, caressing my cheek.

“Please don’t.” I whispered.

He smiled, his shoulders lifting as both hands craddled my face, “Take this to the bedroom, yeah?”

I nodded, accepting his soft kiss.

Grabbing his hand, I led him to my room. Once there, he turned me around, walking me backwards like he did in the kitchen.

He unbuttoned my pants; me doing the same to him. The jeans fell to the floor, leaving me in my panties and William- sweet Jesus - he was commando.

His length jutted out from a thick dark patch of curls and I wanted to touch him.

“You do that and I won’t last, love.”

I could feel my face burn from the blush. I laughed nervously as he chuckled.

“Come here, love,” he said, his voice husky.

His thumbs hooked into my panties when I was close to his body. He was like a furnace, emitting quite a bit of body heat, which helped my shivering.

He pulled the panties down to my knees where he let them fall the rest of way to my ankles.

Again, he cupped my cheeks, gently kissing my lips, letting the intensity build up.

An arm was wrapped around my back, holding my head as the kisses became more urgent. His other hand slid over my hip bone, the fingers lightly touching the curls on my mound.

Lifting a leg, while still kissing him, I placed my foot on the bed, opening myself up to him.

Gently, almost tickling in a way; his fingers dipped between my lower lips, spreading the wetness from my entrance to my clit.

William broke the kiss, nipping down my neck while groaning, “Christ Darlin’, you’re soaked.”

I whimpered, rocking my hips against his lone middle finger.

“William… please.” I whimpered.

He got down on his knees, his face right with my center.

I watched as he buried his head between my opened legs with out warning, his tounge licking up my wetness.

I held his head, bending at the waist with a loud gasp.

He backed away, his pupils slightly  dilated. “Lay down, love.” He demanded softly.

I quickly did so, needing to feel him there again.

Wasting no time, he delved back in, only this time, he was kissing my lower lips as if he were kissing me on the mouth.

It was slow, the pressure building of his kisses building. Using two fingers, I felt him kiss my clit, the tip of his tounge twirling against it.

My back arched as I gripped the sheets.

Grasping my hips and pulling me closer to the edge, William held me open, his tounge dipping into my entrance.

He wiggled his tounge so slowly that it was torturous. He then flattened his tounge, dragging it up and loudly kissing my clit.

“William, please!” I begged him.

He gently put my legs down, standing, gasping for breath. He wiped my wetness from his mouth and chin, allowing me time to scooch back on the bed.

Crawling on the bed and over me, he grinned. He hitched a thigh over his hip, resting his body between my legs.

“Lookin’ like a Goddess all laid up in bed, love.”

“Smooth,” I laughed.

“Liked that one, didja?”

William lifted his hips, the head of his shaft at my entrance. Slowly, he entered me, taking his sweet time sinking into my wetness.

He breathed once he was deep inside of me, giving us a moment to adjust to each other.

His thrusts started out so slow as he made love to me. He kissed my breasts, his tounge lapping at my hard nipples with each thrust.

The sounds of our coupling and our bodies rubbing against the sheets made me moan loudly at one particularly deep thrust.

I was close, William feeling it as my walls tightened. He moved faster, burying his face in my neck as he lost control of his thrusting.

I turned my head so not to shout in his ear as I came hard, my core throbbing as he continued to move his hips.

One last thrust had him groaning, gently biting down on my neck.

He stayed on top of me, laying there until he softened and slipped from me.

When he rolled to his side, he pulled my body to him, holding me like I was the most finest peice of porcelain.

We were quite, his hands massaging my scalp and playing with my hair.

I ran my fingers through his chest hair, loving the feel of the softness, “William?”

His eyes were closed, but he was awake, “Yes, love?”

“Where do we go from here?” I asked, meekly.

He turned his head, his lips against my forehead as he spoke, “I’m a one woman man, love. Ye don’t have ta worry ‘bout a thing.”

I believed him. Goddamnit, with everything in me; I believed this gorgeous Irish man that I’d grown severely fond of.


akibluna  asked:

How do you people take the prettiest notes ever? And you gotta be writing it pretty small to fit so much text on one page. Like, are those personal notes you do at home or do you somehow have the time to make those notes during class? Probably at home right? Also, how do you have such pretty bujos? I can't fit that much in my composition bujo, then again I am just a beginner. Huge fan of your blog and it's really inspiring. Wish my notes and bujo looked so pretty!

Ahh, thank you very much and sorry I’m replying so late love!!

I’m still figuring out how to write pretty notes :’)) but I know that people definitely do the pretty notes at home, there’s no time to do these in class! Rewriting your notes at home is good for learning & revising all the stuff, plus if you’re a visual learner, you can add nice diagrams, different fonts, colors, etc… I believe that people here generally have smaller handwriting, because it’s somewhat neater :D you can find a style of handwriting you like and try to learn it if you like, but it’s absolutely not necessary for having nice notes! I believe that a bit of lettering and a few colors do the trick :) if you want some handwriting/lettering tips, try my tag here. If you’d like to see some more pretty notes for inspiration, look at my tag notes ;D

As far as bujo goes (and the notes as well, actually) it’s all about practice. The first few pages in my bujo were horrible :’D but over time I found my style and am quite happy with it now :) don’t be afraid to experiment with your spreads, try to come up with different ideas to fill up space, layer things, try doodling… you’ll see what works for you :)

Hope I helped at least a tiny bit!!

Hello, everyone! I have two quick announcements to make!! 

The first announcement is… it’s my birthday and the second is I’ve released Weiss’ DA as a result! Please enjoy my take on a little town in a frozen Winter! The DA is 5E00-004F-45B0 and of course, clothing and gifts will be located in the plaza~ Also, feel free to tag me if you feel like visiting with #mayor-mayumi and/or #weissvillage so I can see! Have a wonderful day, everybody!

*edit: Information on Weiss can now be found here at the town info page!

Charming to H00k was basically all, “Oh it’s ok that you murdered my dad in cold blood and left me fatherless and in pain for many years and me thinking the worst of my dad. It’s all ok because it’s the past and I’m just gonna let it go none of it is a bother anymore. You’re forgiven for everything because you’re marrying my daughter, which I’m going to still allow because you’ve CHANGED.”

Ok, just because someone’s “changed” doesn’t ERASE every single thing they ever did. You’re allowed to be angry and not forgive them right away for certain actions taken in the past. You can move forward, but you’re allowed to take time and you are allowed to be angry at the person who harmed you even if they won’t do it again. H00k killing Charming’s dad should have been a bigger deal. Hell it WAS a big deal to Charming when he found out his dad was actually murdered by someone. You could see the pain and anger in him. But then, just because it was H00k, all of a sudden it doesn’t matter much. I can’t believe they would have Charming do this, but then again, everything seems so rushed now. They just want to move along to the wedding where everyone can be happy and la-di-da. What is the point of creating angst at all when none of it is going to be explored? 

Our Girls

Request: You’re Chibs’ first love who left him after a miscarriage. After years of not speaking he returns to Belfast to find out that you’ve taken Kari-Anne from Fiona due to abusive behavior and have raised her as your own.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, miscarriage

Pairing: Reader X Chibs

A/N: If this sucks I am so sorry!! It’s been a minute since I wrote an imagine and I couldn’t really get into the feel of this one but I tried my best :)

   “Kari-Anne dinner!” you called up the stairs before resuming your position of filling the plates. It had been about a year now since you took Kari-Anne from that terribly abusive environment her mother provided and you didn’t regret it one bit. You loved having her around and it was nice to see her becoming increasingly happy now that she was free to be herself.

   You heard rapid footsteps coming down the stairs and laughed as she skidded to a halt in front of you.

“Shepherd’s Pie night?!” she asked with a hopeful smile

You nodded and laughed in response “Yes love, Shepherd’s Pie night.”

She scurried to her seat and smiled thankfully as you sat her plate in front of her before taking your seat and starting to eat.

“So, tomorrow is your birthday, what do you want to do?” You asked her with a smile as you two ate.

The grin you received in return was so much of Fillip’s that it made your heart clench in sadness.

“I was thinking we could go to the SAMBEL clubhouse. My da told me he got me a present and it’s there, we just have to go pick it up.” she said hesitantly, knowing about the history between you and her father.

You stopped with your fork halfway to your mouth and looked up at her in shock

“Your father contacted you? When” you asked in surprise.

Last time you checked Kari-Anne hadn’t heard from him in months so the sudden news caught you off guard.

“Last night, he called after you went to sleep,” she explained

“Does he know that I have you now? About what your mother did?”

She looked down at her lap in embarrassment and played with her hands

“No, I’m afraid to tell him.” she admitted softly.”I don’t want him to have to come all the way to Belfast just for me.”

You sighed sadly and gave her a small smiled before putting your hand on her arm “We can go love, it’ll be interesting to see what your Da has come up with.” you said with a supportive smile.

***** Time Skip*****

   Interesting was certainly the word to use for the situation. When you had arrived at the clubhouse you found Fillip standing there with a bouquet of flower for his little girl, expecting Fiona to be with her but instead got you.

   After the initial shock wore off Kari-Anne begged you to bring him home and let him have dinner with you two and you being the giant softie you were agreed.

   She had left to go get a present her friend had got her, leaving you and Fillip alone together in awkward silence.

   He was sitting at your kitchen table as you cooked, getting ready to ladle out the soup you made when he spoke.

   “I don’t know what to ask about first, why you have Kari-Anne or why nobody has told me?” he asked, looking up at you.

   You sighed softly and turned to face him, looking into the eyes you had missed so very much.

   “Fiona and Jimmy were abusing her and she didn’t want to tell you because she didn’t want you to worry about her being here with me.” you revealed sadly.

   His face contorted in anger as he stood up from his chair “I’m gonna kill him.” he growled, stomping towards the door.

   You could see Kari-Anne’s birthday going down the drain with every step he took so you did the only thing you could, you threw the spoon in your hand at him.

   “No Fillip, you can’t do this on Kari-Anne’s birthday!” you yelled after him waiting until he turned around before you continued “She has waited so long to see you and if you’re gone when she gets back she’d going to think you left again and I am not going to sit there and watch that little girl cry over you once more!” you yelled, coming to a stop in front of him.

   He stared at you with wide eyes, not used to seeing this side of you, even if you were engaged and expecting at one point.

   “(y/n) I-i’m sorry, I didn’t know.” he admitted “Fiona was just always so restrictive with my visits and I wasn’t allowed to see her that much. I didn’t realise it hurt her that bad.” he said guiltily

   You looked up into his familiar brown eyes and sighed when you saw the sadness there

   “Fillip I didn’t mean to-”

   “Why did you take her?” he interrupted, asking the question he’d been waiting to ask

   “I mean i’m not offended or angry but why was it you, how did you know?”

Your cheeks flushed red before you made your way over to your couch, realizing you’d have to tell him of your still existent feelings about him.

“After I heard about what Jimmy did to you I decided to check back in on you to make sure you were okay and I found out you had a little girl and a wife.” you admitted softly, the mention of Kari-Anne sparking memories from your relationship “I found out that they were under Jimmy’s thumb and I thought that the least I could do for you was protect them so you had a family to come home to. I  started noticing bruises and bandages on Kari-Anne so I got out that old photo of us and I approached her one day after school and I explained who I was and showed her the picture. We ended up going out for coffee and  she decided that she wanted out. I took it to court and I won.” you admitted softly

He studied you for a moment before sitting next to you, taking a moment to think.

“Why did you think you had to protect them?” he asked, looking to you.

   “I felt like I owed you, I still do. I lost our baby when we were together and then I left you. Keeping your family safe so you could have happiness when you returned is my way of saying i’m sorry.” you admitted, looking over at him with soft eyes.

“Love, that wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know we were going to lose the baby and as far as I’m concerned you have nothing to owe me, you’re free to move on with your life (y/n).” he said softly, placing a hand on your knee.

You looked up at him sadly, knowing he had already moved on from you and the love you once shared.

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re married and have a child, i’m alone and single.” you sighed, studying your hands to avoid meeting his eyes “You’ve already moved on.”

“No, I haven’t.” he admitted, tilting your chin up with two fingers “I still love you just as much as I did the day you left me and the fact that you took in my little girl and saved her makes me love you even more.” he said with a smile.

You felt a flicker of hope in your heart before it was stomped out by reality

“Fillip we can’t do this, you’re married.” you said sadly, pulling away only to have him wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer.

“Was, I was married.” he revealed with a small smile “I decided it wasn’t right of me to say married to her when we both want to move on, even if it’s for her and Kari-Anne’s protection.”

You stared at him in shock before a moment before a smile broke out on your face and you launched yourself at him, capturing him in a passionate kiss only to have him chuckle and pull you closer.

   “I’ve missed you my girl.”

*****6 months later*****

   “Hey lass, did you already grab the box with your pictures in it?” he called from the moving truck parked in his driveway.

   After a few months of sticking around Belfast Chibs had to go back home and he ended up taking Kari-Anne with him, leaving you all alone.

   He came back after a month away to tell you to pack your things so that you could move in with him.

   Now here you were, finally getting the last of your stuff shipped in, 3 months pregnant, and happily living with your old man and your now adopted daughter Kari-Anne.

   “Aye, it’s on the couch.” you called back as you started picking them up and arranging them on the entertainment center.

   You heard the door shut on the moving truck and then felt arms around your waist, resting on your belly a few moments later.

   “I love that picture.” he whispered in your ear, looking at the frame that held the pictures of your first ultrasound and one you and Kari-Anne had taken back in Belfast.

   “It has all of my beautiful girls in one picture.”

   “Fillip we don’t know if it’s a girl yet.” you chuckled softly, leaning back into his chest.

   “It is, I can feel it. We’re gonna have a little girl who’s going to be just as beautiful as her mommy.” he said, causing you to blush.

   “Well in that case we’d better start gearing up because two girls running around here that are part you will kill us. Our girls certainly aren’t going to be tame their whole lives.” you said with an amused grin
   “Our girls, I like the sound of that.” he said with a prideful smile, thanking the heavens that he had another chance to do things over with you after all these years.

My sisters reaction to Dragon Age characters

My sister never played any Dragon Age and I introduced her to some characters.

My sis: He looks like a girl.
Me: She is a girl
My sis: Oh… She looks like a boy

My sis: Its a stone…

My sis:
*Silence* …. a woman.

My sis:
He looks like Dj Bobo

My sis:
He looks like a bogle

My sis:
Is his face made of car parts?

My sis:
Hes cute

*Long silence*
Me: Shes a lesbian
My sis: Yeah thats pretty obvious

My sis:
is that a gypsy?

Iron Bull:
Me: Hes one of my favs
My sis: Is that a tree on his head?
Me: ….Its horns
My sis: And a slug on his eye?

My sis:
Hes just as ugly as boris becker

My sis:
Eww wth, I wouldnt want to run into him at night

My sis:
Okay hes handsome thats mine, can I have him?

My sis:
Oh look, Voldemort found his nose

My sis:
Theres a candle

My sis:
I dont like her tattoos

And this is my husband
My sis: He looks like he ripped out his bones and smeared them onto his skin.
Me: …..These markings are painful to him you know?
My sis: Hes cute tho.

My sis:
He looks like Johnny Depp with a weird beard.

My sis:
Hes cross eyed, I bet his aiming is horrible.
Me: Oh, you wanna say that to his face?
My sis: You think he could even see me with those eyes?

calluna-draconis  asked:

You mentioned you found your motivation to draw again after discovering dA. Do you have an account there? I'd love to watch you especially since tumblr is a ever-moving lumbering beast that swallows posts but on dA they're neatly in a stack until I can get to them. I really love seeing your stuff (especially TeruMob omg) so I hate to notice I had missed some o/

Hi!! sorry for the late reply hon! Yes I have a DA account, but I’m not very active at the moment. I hardly ever post there. I assure you that here on tumblr there are all of my artz that I was afraid to share there because of it’s strict policy (mature content restrictions and stuff) and because of reposters.. On the sidebar of my blog there’s the link!! <333

Heathers-Pitiful children


You were always quite the loser, Veronica
Then I invaded
And you upgraded

Veronica, it’s true that I found you
But look around you

All your peers are just so incomplete
You can’t see it, but they’re all in pain
Their operating system’s obsolete
So let’s complete the chains
And get inside those brains

Let’s save the pitiful children


Let’s save the pitiful children



Let’s teach the pitiful children, who just haven’t a clue

Just what to do

Help them to help you


Ah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!


Can you see the vision clearly, Veronica

Users embracing and interfacing

Beep boop beep boop

Shiny, happy people singing sweetly




Gone is human error and fear


Beep bop boo beep bop boo beep bop boo beep


Every issue tucked away so neatly

If you feel a sob or tear

Just turn that knob, and switch that gear


Let’s save the pitiful children




Let’s save the pitiful children


Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!


Let’s teach the pitiful children


Who just haven’t a clue

Just what to do

Help them and soon this will be you


Let’s save the pitiful children


Rap beep beep bop


Let’s save the pitiful children


Re bop bo beep bop bo beep bop bo


Let’s teach the pitiful children, who haven’t a clue


If that’s what we do

If that’s what we do



Everything about us is going to be wonderful

We love everything about heather

Everything about us is going to be so alive

We could never live without 


You won’t feel left out or unsure


Not pitiful children anymore


Everything about us is going to be cool

When… we… rule!

hookedonawolverine  asked:

Hi lovely! So I kept seeing your homão da porra tag, and I'm trying to get better at my Portuguese for funsies... but I can't really find an adequate translation. How would you use it in a sentence? (All I've found is the separate terms translated, and altogether as 'fucking man'.... odd request maybe. Bom dia xD

OI!!! Tudo bem?

oh god, how do i explain this? asdfgfds

‘Homão da porra’ is brazilian portuguese slang, so it would be already difficult to translate, however i’m going to try my best to explain how it’s used and what it entails.

OKay, so it started being used in social media to acknowledge men who not only are good looking but are also well spoken, polite, respectful human beings, also those guys who can cook well, take care of kids, and be loving supportive husbands/boyfriends. Just leaving here that: at the same time the term can be viewed as problematic for some ppl who suggest that it glorifies men for doing literally nothing but being generally good ppl) having that in mind… I use it as a form of praise for Chris bc he is a ray of sunshine and the actual love of my life lmao. It’s a really popular phrase here, and it makes me laugh every time for some reason ??? I think the best way to translate is not through words but through feelings…the package *wink wink* for being an ‘homão da porra’ can be described by that feeling of looking at a man and having a ‘good shit meme’ reaction, when that particular person is SO FUCKING H O T , BUT ALSO SWEET AND LOVING AND CARING. 

Example in a sentence: 

‘Nossa Senhora, mas esse Chris Evans é um homão da porra.” 

‘Dear Lord, this Chris Evans is such an homão da porra.”

Anyway!!! I hope this helped you understand a bit and maybe give some idea of how it’s used, if you have any more doubts i’d be happy to help! 

Hope you have a nice day!! 

vanguardpaladinkeith  asked:

I literally just found you Kid!Quisitor stuff and just like... HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME FEEL IN SUCH A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME?! D: HOW DARE YOU! ;~; daddy Solas and daddy Varric and Sisterly Sera and just... ugh... too much for my soul D': (but I love it none the less... your art is amazing and I love the Kid!Quisitor comics. Can't wait to see more c:)

I can go from this:

To this:

Real quick.

<3 thank you by the way !!