“Terrorists, murderers, a death squad… or freedom fighters in an uneven battle, noble in their suffering. It all depends on your point of view. One thing is sure: elves are the best archers who have ever walked this earth.”

My Inquisitor at the Winter Palace
  • Inquisitor:Hm so in order to successfully find the assassin and determine who will rule Orlais, I need to make a good impression on these nobles.
  • Inquisitor:which of my companions will be the best suited to making a good impression on the court?
  • Inquisitor:I should make this decision very carefully.
  • Inquisitor:Ah, of course. I will bring my three best friends- the Qunari mercenary, the Elven apostate, and the Tevinter Mage.
  • Inquisitor:I'm so good at this.
  • Inquisitor:ten points to me.

I was like “this guy at Barnes and Noble keeps looking at me wow I must look good today” but then I remembered my laptop says ‘MAKOLICIOUS’

Paparazzi || New York Haylijah


She was supposed to meet him there, and so she climbed out of the cab alone, and as soon as she did paparazzi were already there. She had so many run ins with them, and some she was sure were triads in disguise. The gun in her purse weighed heavy, if she could just figure out which ones were triads and which ones weren’t she could take care of it. They shouted at her. “Hayley! Hayley! Hayley!” She could hear the clicks of cameras. No no no, stop. If the triads are here before I get past those doors, past the guards. She held her middle finger high while her elbow trembled, and walked as quickly as she could inside. She had to find Elijah.

Happy Birthday, N. H. Kleinbaum, born 30 August 1948

Five Quotes

  1. Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.
  2. So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavour, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.
  3. No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.
  4. We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering… these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.
  5. When you read, don’t consider only what the author thinks, but take time to consider what you think.

Nancy H. Kleinbaum is an American writer and journalist, who became popular with her first novel Dead Poets Society.

by Amanda Patterson for Writers Write

I was tagged by fandomquinn to do a selfie. Not a fan of selfies but, you know what, we all have to overcome fears, even if it is of negative comments. So, here I am listening to music to inspire my fan fiction just after waking up before I go to work. Hmm, I don’t think I’ve had enough coffee yet.

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anonymous asked:

I love Akashi to bits but what if his father was also pressured and raised that way by his grandfather and so on (since it's the noble Akashi family who needs their heirs to be the best), instead of being saved, his dad lost a wife and just got worse, with nobody to save him. He's still a dick like, but a dick with tragic backstory (Masaomi, not Seijuurou). Tbh I'm impressed Akashi Seijuurou still preserves his gentlemanly/wise personality despite all that happened.

oh man, I’m honestly not surprised about the manners thing at all.  that’s one of the first things you can teach a kid, and I have no doubt that Akashi’s manners are flawless.  he’s this awful ball of pent up stress and anxiety and emotions that are carefully hidden away and ignored, and I think he has been for a long time.  Akashi could be gentlemanly even while being murdered or smthn tbh.

I have such a huge affection for Christopher, more so than almost any other character I’ve ever played. I sympathise with his care, sense of duty and virtue, his intelligence in the face of hypocritical, self serving mediocrity, his appreciation of quality and his love for his country. He mourns a way of life that is being eroded by money, schemers and politicians, ineffectual military boobies and the carelessness of man’s industrialised progress. He is a noble if accidental hero fighting for relevance, a man out of time who is struggling with political and economic injustice. That’s what makes him relevant in what could be dismissed as ‘merely another Toff in a period drama’.
—  Benedict Cumberbatch, interview with BBC 2 on Parade’s End (Stoppard) and his character, Christopher Tietjens
Bonds of Blood, Bonds of Family, Bonds of Love

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by TyReed

After being beaten up by a door, werewolf Stiles Stilinksi finds himself bonded to Derek Hale, of the Hale Noble Bloodline. For a scrawny, wimpy, Tainted Bloodline werewolf, Stiles runs away, embarrassed and humiliated as he worries about bringing shame to the Hale Family, and even more shame to himself. Because the Nobles and Tainted just don’t mix, never have, never will.

Except, things aren’t exactly what they seem.

With the help of the (meddling) Hale family, his adoptive (meddling) human parents John and Claudia Stilinksi, and one very persistent Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles might come to see himself as more than just the blood that runs through his veins, and open his heart to find the happiness, friends, pack, and the family that he’d always wanted.

Words: 3283, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

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Rhandelen, Selea, Thordemar, & Felo’Thore (Year 531 by the King’s Calendar)

“The Emberfells were once a prosperous house from which blossomed some of Quel'thala’s finest skilled tradesmen. Its prosperity waned with every war, for a merchant house, no matter how prestigious, could not be exempt from the draft. Faced with repeated tragedy, the name Emberfell became worth little more than the fine weapons it’s last remaining heir could forge. Rhandelen Emberfell was the last thread of the family’s lineage. It was a house no longer after he married the Silvermoon Spellbreaker, Selea Ashalanar, and her family disowned her for doing so. She was to be betrothed to a noble man, but instead she acted on her heart’s desire for the talented Emberfell blacksmith. In year 524, Selea took a leave from her position in guard to bear Rhandelen twin sons who would go on to survive the fall of Quel'thalas, while their parents, sadly, would not. A talented mage and a steadfast warrior were left with little to understand about a name that held no status or meaning anymore after the scourge invasion”

Excerpt from Chapter II: Home is Where the Heart Is