cris moor


No more drinking. You can’t just stop… I can. For you, I can. I will. You know, when I was, a little boy I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up. Adults always ask little kids that. You know? I never had a good answer. Not until…not until I was 28. Till the day that I met you. That’s when I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be the man that made you happy. You make me happy. Not always. Not lately. From here on out, I’m gonna be an 11 for you, baby. No…Screw that, I’m gonna be a 12 for you, from here out. I’ll be an 11 for the kids, but you get a 12

favourite books published in 2015 [7/?]

Willful Machines by Tim Floreen
“This stranger who could do handstands and quote Shakespeare from memory, this goof with the huge grin and inappropriately loud but nevertheless charming laugh: how like an angel, how like a god.
Me, a dud of a First Son with a robot obsession, poor social skills, and enough baggage to sink a freighter: how like a loser, how like a freak.”


some harmless cullen/adele post-trespasser fluff, in which they first reach their new home

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Cullen surveyed the area, taking in a deep breath, shaking thoughts of where sturdy walls would stand best from his mind. Reminding himself that this…this was his life now, not the clanging of swords and cries of battle; moors bathed in golden sunshine, come daytime, with the breeze whistling an ever-changing tune. A couple of boats bobbed up and down, gliding over the small waves of the lake, at ease; at rest. Warm hands touched his, softly, like the sun stroking the fields for miles around. Cullen’s fingers relaxed with the contact, knuckles loosening as he unclasped his hands, retrieving them from behind his back.

“No need to stand like you’ve got a stick up your behind, Cullen.” Adele sounded amused. “Actually, you’re the wrong person to be saying that to.”

He snorted, tucking a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. “I suppose I am. However, I’ll consider the request, coming from my wife.”

“Hm. And my husband should work on his sweet talk.”

He shook his head, hugging her to his side, returning to his inspection of the cottage by the water – intact, if a little unkempt, but theirs. Enough room for both he and Adele to live comfortably, Cullen decided, upon perusing the entire structure. Some repairs would have to be made, including a hole in the roof above where their bedroom would be, much to his annoyance. Adele was all too happy to chime in with a suggestion that they fix it this time, lest they find a “present” from one of Leliana’s birds in their bed again.

“This isn’t the only bedroom, you know,” Adele said, “there’s a smaller one just next door, in case we ever have guests.”

“I think you have someone in mind.”

“Well yes, but I promise it’s not anybody you don’t like, Cullen – I know you and Sera get on famously.”

He groaned. “I want to be sure this is a joke, but I can never be sure with you.”

“Somebody’s got to keep you on your toes. Besides, I can revert to my grumpy, dour ways, if that’s easier.”

“Maker’s breath – I don’t need you throwing fireballs anywhere near me again, thank you.”

She flopped down onto the bed, cringing at the creaking for a moment, before patting the space on the it beside her. Cullen raised an eyebrow but obliged, settling himself down slowly, relaxing once he was mostly certain it wouldn’t break under their weight. Well, provided they didn’t move too much. Adele rested her head on his shoulder, the heat radiating underneath her skin reaching his own, even through his shirt.

“We’ve done alright, haven’t we?” Adele said. “Did what had to be done when no one else would.”

Cullen looked down at her circling his arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before he gave an answer. “We did. No small feat, but…”

“…We saved the world? Helped, at least. Funny, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“How far we’ve come. Not just us as members of the Inquisition, but…us.

He chuckled. “I admit we were not exactly welcoming of the each other initially.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Adele muttered, “yet here I am, in love with you and not scowling all the time.”

“You sound like you regret it.”

“Not a second, Cullen; not one bloody second.”


Garrison shakes his head, and soflty, he mutters, “I can’t forgive myself.” He holds my gaze. “You shouldn’t be around me, and I don’t think I can the better person and walk away from you, so you gotta do it to me. You have to tell me to stay away from you. You have to tell me to never come back here.”

It’s my turn. I shake my head vigorously. “No. I won’t do that.

His eyes well. “Willow — ” 

I wanna say thank you for all of you coming out here tonight it’s awesome. It’s the beginning of 2016, you know, we worked so hard up until this moment, our whole lives; 2015, 14, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 654  -shuffle noises-. Every person here worked so hard to become the human, become the spirit they are here under the Malibu sky… amongst friends, amongst family, amongst companions, musicians, artists, creatives… People who devote their lives to creating moments like this. And moments like this don’t even come out of an imagination. It comes out of the correlation of a lot of people that happen to be here on this night. A lot of people who sit and do something in their room or have just an idea whether they’re at Starbucks or whether they’re walking around the Americana in Glendale or wherever it is. they have some idea in their head. And the key is that you don’t let that idea die. Because we have a lot of things that go through our heads, through our brains, through our minds, that you think of. Something that makes you excited, something that makes your heart warm. And it goes away. But all you people here didn’t let that idea go away. You didn’t let that feeling go away, you didn’t let that memory of that moment when you thought of that go away. Because that’s why we’re all here. It doesn’t matter how much you money you have or what you don’t have. We’re all in the same place, we’re all living the same life right now. You’re living the same life that I’m living, and I’m living the same life that you’re living, and we’re all giving. So thank you for this birthday. Cheers to all you guys.
—  Sonny Moore AKA “Skrillex”; OWSLA radio episode 1 (aired January 30, 2016)

Think of Sam Winchester, when everything is done and over with, going to Heaven and seeing Jessica there. He’s shocked, there’s tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He walks on unsteady feet towards her, loops his arms around her, buries his face into the crook of her neck and just cries.