this set is a bit better than the last one

anonymous asked:

In the post where you were talking about banter requests, I loved your ideas for Cullen/Alistair conversations. Would you mind actually writing out that one?

Set in DAI, assuming the two of them are actively traveling with the Inquisitor at the same time.


Alistair: So… It’s been… what? Ten years or so? Glad to see you’re doing better than the last time we crossed paths.
Cullen: No.
Alistair: No? You’re not doing better?
Cullen: No, I mean… I don’t… I would rather not talk about Kinloch.
Alistair: Oh.
Cullen: Sorry. I just-
Alistair: No, you’re right. That was a bit of an asinine thing to bring up, huh?
Cullen: The night your companion arrived at Ferelden’s Circle was easily the worst of my life. I was… not in my right mind.
Alistair: Right. Sorry. Shouldn’t have… You know what? Forget I said anything.


Cullen: Maker, you’re joking.
Alistair: Honest truth of Andraste.
Cullen: It talked? And moved?!
Alistair: Yep. Quite fond of moving, actually. And crushing things. Big fan of crushing things. Birds, especially.
Cullen: And it was conscious the whole time? Watching us?
Alistair: That’s what Shale said. It’s name is Shale, by the way. Did I already mention that?
Cullen: Shale… Maker, I used to climb that thing when I was a boy.
Alistair: Awkward. Probably means Shale was the first woman you ever mounted.
Cullen: What?
Alistair: (laughs) Oh, if only you could see your face right now.


Alistair: Is it just me, or did I do really miserably in that last fight?
Cullen: It’s not just you.
Alistair: (sarcastically) Oh ha ha.
Cullen: Are you injured?
Alistair: No. Just my shoulder. Eventually it will let me know if I can lift my arm above my head again. 
Cullen: Your shield form needs correcting, then. You shouldn’t be feeling it in your shoulder unless you were bracing it into your body. You should hold it higher so the force of the blow lands on your forearm-
Alistair: Ugh. You sound like the Ser Rowald.
Cullen: Who?
Alistair: The Templar I trained under. Or, one of them, anyway. Hold your shield up, Alistair. Stop leaving your side open, Alistair. Don’t block things with your face, Alistair.
Cullen: Maybe you should have listened to him.
Alistair: Well, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? And I’ve still got a pretty face to show for it. Take that, Rowald.


Cullen: You left the order before taking your vows?
Alistair: I didn’t leave so much as I was recruited. Duncan… the Warden-Commander… he visited the monastery in Bournshire where I was in training. The grand cleric put on a heck of a show for him - paraded us around, made us fight one another. The boy I was paired with, Ferrald - he was older than me. Already knighted. I know for a fact they put me against him to let him show off and he made good on it - all but wiped the floor with me. (chuckles) I would have paid good coin to see the look on the grand cleric’s face when Duncan said he wanted me for the Wardens. Apparently he tried to forbid it until Duncan invoked the Right of Conscription.
Cullen: He must have really had his mind set on you. Did he ever tell you why?
Alistair: No. Not really, anyway. (quieter) I wish I still had the chance to ask him.


Cullen: Do you regret it?
Alistair: Well that’s a good conversation starter. Lots of things I regret… like going back for a second cheese pie at lunch. My stomach’s not too happy with that choice.
Cullen: I meant your conscription. Being forced to serve the Wardens.
Alistair: Oh Maker, no. I never wanted to be a Templar. I was handed off to them because a certain someone wanted the local bastard to be a bit more out of sight, out of mind - if you catch my meaning. I hated it. Once I witnessed my first Harrowing… that sort of sealed the deal for me. I didn’t ever want to be put in that position again.
Cullen: I take it the mage didn’t survive?
Alistair: That’s usually what happens when you’re forced to run them through with a sword.
Cullen: I’m… sorry.
Alistair: It’s probably easier, if you go into it truly believing you’re doing the right thing.
Cullen: Speaking from experience - it shouldn’t ever be easy. If it is, then you have a far greater problem on your hands.


Alistair: Are you feeling alright? You look a bit green in the gills.
Cullen: I’ll be fine.
Alistair: Withdrawal getting to you again? I remember feeling certain… urges, when I stopped taking it. But I didn’t use lyrium long enough for the addiction to set in. Only a few doses in training.
Cullen: Consider yourself lucky, then.


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A little bit of Altean in Everyone

Taking a look back to the first episode of Voltron, I wanted to share a little theory I’ve had in the works for a while now but have never made a post about. It feels almost a little bit more realistic now after watching s3 as well, so I figured, no better time than today to post it.  

What if, every one of the current Paladins has Altean blood in them?

Think about what first happens when the team enters the castle.

“Hold for identity scan”

Why would the castle approve of them? According to the flashbacks Coran gave in the last episode of s3, the castle is on lockdown from Alfor after splitting up the lions. Coran or Alfor probably set the identification to be on lookout for anyone NOT of Altean descent/Ally species decent, as anyone else could be an enemy.

As far as we know, the Alteans never made allies with humans/Earth. So it would make no sense for the castle to perceive the team as anything BUT aliens. Unless…

They have Altean/Allied species blood in their veins.

When you think about it, 10 thousand years is a long time. I’d be amazed if there wasn’t at least some Altean that escaped and made it to Earth and just blended into the population with their chameleon like abilities. 

Not only this, but when the lions were sent off to different corners of the universe, isn’t it strange to think that Alfor wouldn’t have tried to save as many of his people by putting them aboard said lions?

Just something to think about

Dorian - Two Years Later

During the Exalted Council, if the Inquisitor speaks to Dorian, he sits in front of a chessboard. So, I headcanon that this happened (chess’ headcanons from here):



“I saw Demetra’s hand, Cullen.”
The silence felt heavy between the two of them.
 They had met a couple of hours before, when the new Tevinter ambassador had smugly shooed away his colleagues that were chatting around the Commander.
They both needed to speak and they both knew they gave their best if some chess game was involved.
So, they played.
Dorian spoke quietly again, tapping one finger on the luxurious chess board “Well, I admit I forced her to show me her hand. When you wrote me the first time I thought you were a bit paranoid. Now, I regret you didn’t write me earlier.”
The mage moved his pawn “Do not think I’m blaming you, of course. I’m furious with the stupid me.”
The Commander opened his mouth, his eyes gentle, but Dorian shook one hand vehemently “Please, don’t. I’m a Mage. And a very good one. I should have known that an ancient magic such as that damned Anchor is couldn’t just stay quietly carved on her flesh forever. Visante kaffas, I have been so stupid!”
“Nobody could foresee this, Dorian. Nobody. I’m sure Demetra told you the same.”
“Actually she told me to stop being silly and give her another cup of tea.”
Both the men forced a smile.
“How is she doing, Cullen?”
“She…” he stopped, staring at the chessboard. He couldn’t say aloud again what she had said him not later than six weeks ago – six weeks and five days ago, most precisely. He couldn’t. Dorian had the right to know, though.
“She is fighting the Anchor, but she’s not sure who will win.”
Dorian sighed heavily, pinching his nose in a poor attempt to hide his reddened eyes “We’ll save her, Cullen, even if I had to invent a spell myself bargaining with all the spirits in the Fade.”
Cullen looked at him, his throat painfully clenched.
“Thank you.”
It was all he managed to say and it was insufficient to express his gratitude towards Dorian. Towards his friend.
Dorian understood and nodded anyway.
“I told her she shouldn’t be here, wasting her time with this useless, ungrateful bunch of people.” the Mage hissed “She should take care of herself better.”
“I told her the same” the Commander captured Dorian’s Hero of Ferelden “But Demetra helped Thedas’ people while they suspected her of destroying the Conclave, calling her an abomination. She’s not going to act any different now that she carries the Inquisitor title.”
“I bet she also doesn’t want to put Leliana in a more precarious position.”
“That, too.”
“I warned her that nobody was going to thank her,” Dorian sighed conquering a position near Cullen’s Divine “And I fucking hate being right. But this? An Exalted Council against the only person who stood up between Corypheus and the world? This is beyond ingratitude. It’s monstrous.”
A silent nod was all that Cullen could add.
Cassandra had said something along that line, in a more colorful way. Varric, the same. Sera had already menaced to kill at least thirty nobles and twenty diplomats. The Iron Bull and Thom Ranier hadn’t spoken very much, but they escorted their Inquisitor silently daring people to say something wrong, as Demetra greeted people here and there.
Vivienne had been kind enough to keep away from the Inquisitor the most problematic guests, while Josephine took care of being the first to talk with the ones who would like very much spat their venom in the Inquisitor’s face. Cole had asked Maryden to sing Demetra’s favorite song and Leliana, though bounded to her role, had sent in her bedroom fresh flowers, trustworthy servants, useful information about the ones who still sided with the Inquisition and a giant box of the finest Orlesian chocolate.
Demetra had wept in Cullen’s arms “I’m so lucky to have all of you. As long as you still trust me, I’m alright.”
Dorian cleared his throat “Speaking about messy things, I heard there was quite a problem with the bedrooms when the Inquisition arrived.”
The Commander couldn’t stop the blush, but Dorian’s grin was full of pride “Well done, Cullen!”
“So everybody knows about my change of quarters?”
“Are you kidding me? The Commander of the Inquisition army that takes his luggage, ignores the outraged Chamberlain and marches in the Inquisitor’s quarters declaring that he will stay there, messing with thousands of years of protocol? My friend, you are a legend.”
Cullen shrugged “Demetra agreed and I’m not going to leave her alone just because a useless etiquette told me so.”
“Of course! I can already hear the minstrels singing about the Lion of the Inquisition who marched in his beloved Inquisitor room and took her in his strapping arms before kissing…”
“Yes, thank you, Dorian, I get the concept.” Cullen shivered, making him laugh. A sincere one.
“And I didn’t kiss her in front of everybody! I just told them to go to bother someone else.”
“So no kisses? Not even a little one?” Dorian pouted.
Cullen tried to not grin “I didn’t say that.”
Dorian winked at him “Your admirers will be heartbroken to have the ultimate confirmation that you’re not available.”
Cullen smiled “Finally! Maybe they’ll stop to send crows asking me to marry this countess or that noble.”
Dorian tipped his head on the side “Since we’re speaking about this, let me ask you a thing: are you going to ask her to marry you?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation. No uncertainty. Just fierce firm belief.
“Good. Soon?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a plan?”
“Not anymore. I had one, but now I suppose I need another one.”
“Do you have a ring?”
“I was going in Denerim to buy one when all of this happened.”
Dorian nodded again, stopping their match, and fishing something out of his pocket. Cullen took the delicate box from his hands with a perplexed frown. When he opened it, he couldn’t hold back a surprised sound: laying against soft velvet, a couple of golden rings glittered under the afternoon sun. Inside the biggest one, it was carved “Demetra & Cullen”. In the other one, he read “Cullen & Demetra”. A line of minuscule arabesques in the external part made them two little masterpieces of gold-working.
Before he could speak, Dorian smiled, quiet and sincere “In my Country, it’s the best friend of a bride or a groom that buys the wedding bands. Now, since you don’t have a lot of friends that can  be better than me and I’m quite sure Demetra loves me as much as I love her, allow me to follow one of the few traditions that I’m still proud to.”
Cullen’s thanks were too full of emotion to be as much eloquent as he wished, but they were sincere in every bit. And Dorian winked at him “One last thing: I won’t tell you to take care of her. I have no doubt you will because she’s lovely and you don’t want that an angry Magister sets your ass on fire.”
Cullen smiled, but he knew Dorian was deadly serious.
His friend continued “What I want you to promise me is that the two of you will do the impossible to be happy together. That you will treasure what you two have and you will fight to keep it alive. Life can be hard even for people who love each other as you two do, but you have something precious. Treasure it.”
“I will. We will, I promise on my life.”
“Good. And now, let’s finish this game. I want to take back some Tevinter pride and kick that awesome Fereldan ass of your.”
Cullen chuckled, putting the precious box with the rings safely in his pocket “Good luck with that. And… thank you, Dorian.”



Every reblog, comment and tag are deeply treasured and yes, I read them all!!!!! 

Flutter - Ch.1

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Word count: 1629


“No! You can’t be serious?!” You groaned in exasperation at your friend.

“I am perfectly serious, Eunmi.” Jieun smiled sweetly, like she didn’t just drop a metaphorical bomb on you, and continued digging into the ice cream in front of her. “You asked for help and I delivered!”

“Out of all the people you know, it had to be him?!” You whined, burying your face into your hands.

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SNL ICONS: Countdown to Weekend Update Summer Edition Part 1/? (FAVORITE UPDATE ANCHORS)

Just like SNL, I’m (sort of) back! We’re 8 days away from the Weekend Update specials, so I’m doing some icon sets dedicated to the segment. Please let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, or if you plan on using one! A short note about requests under the cut.

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Dear Montreal Canadiens,

Still doesn’t feel like it’s real. I thought we were going to win this game and bring it back to Montreal for game 7 and win the series. This series was so fun to watch. Both teams were so evenly matched. Radu, you had a wonderful season buddy I hope you stay in Montreal next season. Great cellies. Gally, I know this season was a hard one with the broken finger in the same spot from last season but you always play with such passion and heart. When you’re not on the ice, we miss that. Lehky, my Finnish rookie, you have been a pleasant surprise this season. You’re only going to get better next season. This season started as typical Habs fashion, winning and setting a franchise record. Can you believe it? The oldest hockey team has a set a franchise record after more than 100 years after its existence. Then things started to go downhill but we didn’t have a repeat of last season because we got rid of Therrien. Marc Bergevin you knew your job is more precious than your bff. We stumbled a bit because Claude was adjusting to the system but once we got going, we were a better team in March than October. Pleky this season was a rough one but hopefully this playoffs rejuvenated you. Chucky you are such a ray of sunshine. Just wished you played more at centre. Webs, we still miss PK and he will forever remain in our hearts but you are such a calming and reassuring presence for this team. You lead the league in PPGs with 12. Patches, O capitaine again delivering another 30-goal season. Why do people not appreciate you? You are such a great leader. Al Montoya I hated the fact that Therrien humiliated you in the Columbus where we lost 10-0. You were such a great addition to this team. Love how we lost a game 10-0 and also we won a game 10-1. I saved the MVP for last because there are simply no words to describe how much I love and appreciate you Pricey. Honestly constantly bailing your team’s asses day in and night out. I have no idea what the identity of this team will be without you. Carrying this team on your shoulders to the playoffs and still giving them a chance to comeback. You don’t deserve this BS. Still processing the loss but I believe with Claude we will come back next season stronger and better. Still my ride of die team and will be for the rest of my life. #GoHabsGo. Is it October yet?

Lots of Love,

A Habs fan

floral-flame  asked:

will you do something about you and Harry getting stuck in a power outage? Like it's a summer storm that knocked the power out. Thanks! 😘

Being afraid of thunder and lightning had always been a thing for you.  Stemming from a particularly bad storm one night that ended up almost blowing the roof off of your house while your dad sat upstairs and watched it all out the front window.  You could still hear your mother screaming at him to get downstairs.

He wasn’t the brightest man.

Even now, being far and away over the age where thunderstorms were scary they still set you off a bit.  Something your boyfriend found highly amusing.

He snickered as he stood next to you chopping veggies for dinner after a particularly loud crack of thunder caused you to almost his the ceiling.

You continued to stir the pasta, shaking your head,

“Don’t make fun of me.”

He finished chopping, scooped up a handful and dropped them into the pot.  He stopped to give you a quick kiss on the cheek,

“Not laughing at you, Love.  Laughing with you.”

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A follow up to this (alternate costuming choices for Six). There will be another part in the future, as I had ten ideas for costumes and wanted to split them up at five/five… and it’ll probably be a while before I post the next set.

Basically, to those of you not following my nonsense that closely, I was cooking up ideas of alternate looks, usually going off of the theory of ‘how could I dress up Six to make him stand out from the environments from each serial but also have certain thematic points that fit with each story?).

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anonymous asked:

Emma, I've been studying really hard for this exam but I don't know what happened with me that I want to give up. The exam is due to December and I want to give up. I don't feel like rising in the morning and studying or doing anything. I feel like I already failed. And I don't know why I'm feeling like this since I have only one month until the exam.

Hey! You’ve probably hit the ‘burn out’ phase, which can be tricky to get out off but absolutely possible! You definitely haven’t already failed - you shouldn’t let your mind run away with you like that!! This post might help a little bit with overcoming self-doubt. Since things are getting a bit overwhelming but you don’t want to stop completely, break them up. Try to do smaller studying sessions - maybe one in the morning and one in the afternoon. They could be 3 or 4 sessions of 20 minutes. You shouldn’t and don’t have to sit at your desk for hours on end to feel as if you’ve studied. You are much better doing solid work for an hour, compared to 3 hours of procrastinating, brooding, and generally feeling sorry for yourself. I’ve found using this pomodoro tracker and my Forest app helps keep me motivated for longer and continually coming back. 

Each day, set yourself a challenge to maybe cover one or two topics. Then using the habit tracker printable from my 2018 free printable pack cross off the day. As you start building up the chain, you’ll be more tempted to keep going. You still have a month so your study doesn’t have to be super intense every single day. You’re better off doing a little bit each day than cramming in the last week.

Do you have friends doing the exam too? In the lead up to my HSC, a friend and I had study days at my house. We’d work independently but help when we needed. It was a really good way to stay motivated and on track. You could do it in a larger study group or just one more person! Try not to let fear overwhelm you. There is still so much time to learn and perfect your exam skills and knowledge!! All the best my love xxx

Show Me Paradise

A.N - For the Fandom Bingo spot 5-1; love at first sight. [D27]

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Dino falls in love a lot like he fights when he’s protecting his family; without hesitation, and ready to go to any length to ensure the job gets done.

The day he meets the man named Sky, the man so many in Vongola call ‘the Immortal’, its like that moment right before the first opening move in a fight, when he can feel his blood set to boiling, all his sets sight on the goal in front of him. When he knows there will be blood and death, but his mercy is at its end. When he is ready to hunt this enemy to the end of its existence and drive it back into the dirt from whence it has come.

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Fishball Soup: Soup filled with balls of coarsely ground fish. A traditional meal of the Therians.

The claypot I found and cleaned last year has seen much use, which is good to know.

Braving the third stratum was challenging, but worth it. Making homemade fish balls was an interesting experience, and the end result turned out pretty well~ More commentary and Skeleton Fish versions, below.

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Fanime 2017: For the Fans

This is gonna be a sappy post about Fanime, so if you want the tl:dr

*Hosted TWO panels this year. It’s exhausting and we have people who went to both and I am amazed.

*Did my own makeup for MTT this year and I don’t think I did too badly! Had a speaker too for extra annoyance/in character-ness.

Okay, all the sappy stuff under the cut.

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ladylilithprime  asked:

In a story with two characters as the primary romantic participants, character A has just come face to face with character B for the first time and it's time to switch to character B's POV, but character B is fighting me. What are some ways I can prod character B into action?

in my experience there’s always at least one character who thinks they know the story better than you.  one way or another they fight what you’re trying to do and it has led to some of my worst bits of writers block. 

Honestly?  the only solution that works consistently is to listen to them.  Why is character B fighting you?  what needs to happen so they’ll go along?  maybe the situation is a little out of whack, maybe the last character wasn’t done, maybe character B doesnt think they have anything to contribute. 

find out why you character can’t get with the program, and that’ll set you on the write path (get it? ok)

Good luck! ~Lucy

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part 2 of x for yaybasanti
hollywood meets bollywood: chris evans x deepika padukone
au:
after S.H.I.E.L.Ds collapse fury and maria decide that steve still needs someone  looking out for him until the avengers facility is built. agent asfa from india is recruited for the job.

anonymous asked:

I hope you enjoyed the article. See some negativity out there regarding it, but I think it was a bit unrealistic for people to hope that Louis's public image of the last year could be undone with one article. It's going to take time. The GP will have to be re-introduced to him in stages (& this was a good stage one). There will be frustrating set backs along the way and the process might be slow, but hopefully we get there in time.

exactly. i wasn’t expecting it completely stunt-free; that just wasn’t gonna happen. but it was so, SO much better than expected. it showcases him in a way that i think can really resonate with people, even if those aren’t their exact experiences.

Butterflies They Come Alive-Narry

Harry’s first big radio interview just happens to be Irish pop star Niall Horan


Harry wakes up an hour before his alarm is set to go off. He groans and shoves his face back into his pillow, tries to will himself back to sleep, to put off the day of his first big radio interview for one more hour, but it doesn’t work. He already feels too restless, the sheets too itchy on his bare skin. 

Once he’s up he pads his way to the kitchen, a blanket draped around his shoulders, and starts the coffeemaker before he hops into the shower. When he was an intern at the radio station he used to stop by Starbucks every morning, make himself late by grabbing coffee for everyone, but now his shifts start so early Starbucks isn’t even open yet. At least he gets to work on time now. Mostly. 

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Count Down for the Lost in Space set on my society6 on december 1st

Day 1

My development in the last 4 months was definitaly bigger than I thought