you so classy

Here are all the Dragon Age companions in a nutshell: 


Alistair: Your senior officer who is so scared of taking charge that he pretends you’re the senior officer. You can make him king. 

Morrigan: Antisocial witch who totally turns into a spider just to fuck with Alistair. Will probably hold her nose and boink him later. 

Leliana: Ex-nun that murders people and tells you bedtime stories.

Sten: Murders a whole family. One of your more reliable companions.  

Shale: A fashion-conscious, bird-hating rock. 

Wynne: Magical possessed Grandma. <3

Zevran: Failed to kill you. Tries to seduce you instead. 

Oghren: Drinks so much that you forget he has other personality traits. You probably made him kill his wife. 

Dog: Who’s a good boy?! You are! Yes, you are!

Loghain: Doesn’t know why he’s here and frankly kind of wishing you just killed him.


Anders: All he wanted was to leave the giant tower he was trapped in and not be murdered. Jury’s out on how well that worked out. 

Oghren: Still drunk. He left his new wife so he could kill more things with you. 

Nathaniel: He’s forced into the club because ‘some of your best friends have tried to kill you,’ and frankly he’s concerned. 

Velanna: Fuck all you shem. She’s only here because she’s looking for her sister. Also her ears aren’t that big. 

Justice: He doesn’t know what he’s doing but you seem like a good sort so he’ll follow you like a confused and rotting spirit puppy. 

Sigrun: For a dead woman, she is the peppiest of the bunch. Will set Justice’s corpse spasms to music. 

Dragon Age 2:

Carver: Fuck you. Oh wait… maybe less fuck you. Or maybe he’s the fucker all along. 

Bethany: She loves you. Oh wait… no, she still loves you, even if you’re a prick. 

Aveline: Please follow the law. Please stop dragging her into your illegal messes. She just wants to be a good guard captain. 

Varric: He is writing all this shit down to tell embarrassing stories later. 

Anders: VIVE LA RÉSISTANCE! Also, Fenris can go fuck himself. 

Fenris: Murder ALL the mages. Also, Anders can go fuck himself. 

Merrill: The naive fish out of water from every romantic comedy, except she makes blood pacts with demons.

Isabela: FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT runs away with life-saving relic FLIRT SOME MORE. 

Sebastian: A priest who accidentally joined a gang. 


Cassandra: Best tank. Could probably have a faith spirit in her head and you couldn’t tell the difference. 

Blackwall: Liar liar beard on fire.

Solas: Liar liar egg on fire. Plus racism.

Iron Bull: Is literally called ‘liar’ and doesn’t lie to you for the whole main game.

Varric: He has finally reached a point where even if he tells this story honestly, no one will ever believe him. 

Vivienne: She will make you classy or so help her–

Dorian: Someone stop his country from embarrassing itself again please.

Sera: Down with the bourgeoisie, except not so far down that we can’t steal from them. 

Cole: Is even worse that this than Justice. You love your weirdo spirit puppy anyway.

Leliana: Someone said something mean? Cut out their tongue.

Josephine: Please just talk to people. Her life would be so much easier if you did.

Cullen: Can’t escape this franchise no matter how far he runs.

anonymous asked:

What if Tyki had facial hair?

This is why he doesn’t let his stubble grow.


Yall always thinking about 90s Graham but…

Can we please talk about Ooh, Yeh Yeh (2012) Graham? I mean… LOOK AT THIS

Freedom Part 4 (Greaser!Peter Parker x Reader AU)

Originally posted by kiingholland

Request: hi doll i was wondering if i could request a kinda greaser!peter parker au? like he saves you from your dick boyfriend and idk fluffy shit lmao sorry if this prompt sucks

AN: WOW! We have come really far and there is still so much to do! Thank you to all the readers and followers, I love writing for you all! I hope you like this one. As always let me know what you like, what you don’t, and what you would like to see in the future!


- Written by Kat - 

Your father had always told you that motorcycles were death traps, and those who rode them were just as dangerous; both were to be avoided. But the hum of the bike under you, the air rushing around you, the boy pressed against you, it was intoxicating. Being this exposed and so close to danger was thrilling, filling you with and emotion you had never felt before. It was addicting.

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Waking up to those pictures release of Cheyenne’s wedding, and see my babies Amy and Jonah laughing, talking and smiling together ON A BENCH, is my aesthetic


Modern Medusa aesthetic 

Don’t chase people. Chase your goals,
because they won’t wake up one day to
tell you that they don’t love you anymore.

requested by anonymous

Title: Make a Bet (Part 3 Tutor(Daugher of Tony! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Tony Stark’s hoping for smooth sailing during his party, even when Natasha and Clint make a bet on two of the youngest party goers.

Word Count: 2065

A/N: Okay….I love this a whole lot? I just really love this series, and I hope you do too! I even made an Instagram layout edit for it?? LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOL. I hope you enjoy!



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Bad Boy Mendes Pt. 3

Part 3 was highly requested! You guys wanted a happy ending so, here you go :D I tried but happy endings are something that I need to work on ;)

Your thoughts were interrupted with a buzz coming from your pocket. Shit! He did what you thought he was gonna do.

You slowly unlocked your phone and opened the text:

My stupid kiss, stupid leather jacket, stupid messy hair, and stupid self, say hi….princess ;)

“Thanks for leaving me on seen”, Shawn ran up to me as you walked down the hall.

You chuckled, “Anytime.”

“You’re lucky that I don’t hold grudges”, he laughed.

Something about that bothered you. Something about the fact that he thought you were good now just because of a sappy ass text. “Look, Mendes, I get that we shared a moment, had an argument, and you sent me some sappy text to make up, but that doesn’t mean that…I don’t know”, you trailed off, “It just doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

He let out a dry laugh, “I don’t know what you want from me, princess”, he threw his arms up in exasperation.

“Y/N”, you yelled, “My name is Y/N!”

“And my name is Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, what’s your fucking point”, he retorted with sarcasm which only pissed you off more.

“Well guess what, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes”, you exclaimed, “You can go fuck yourself because I know why you approached my table yesterday and frankly, I’m more into guys with class. Someone who doesn’t just want to get in my pants”, you said with frustration as stress was filling your brain.

“What”, he asked, but it was too late, you were off and heading to your next class.

“Honey are you hungry, at all”, your mom asked from behind the door as you laid face down on your bed.

“No, Mom. I’m not that hungry, I made something when I got home”, you lied.

“Um…alright”, she hesitated, “It’s nearly 11:40 so good night.”

“Uh-huh”, you replied as more tears fell down your face.

Once she was clearly gone you sat up in your bed and fixed your messy bun.

“How did you let this happen? You let your guard down, this is exactly what happens when you do some stupid shit like that”, you whispered to yourself.

You were awaken from your thoughts by your phone buzzing. You didn’t even have to look at it to know that it was him. Who else had texted you in almost a full year? No one. You didn’t want to look at it, you didn’t want to fall under his spell. You actually found it quite humorous how fast you broke down your walls for him to come in. Normally you would’ve totally closed yourself off but, Shawn, he gave you something to smile about. You didn’t know if it was the way he called you princess or the way that he wore his signature smirk, but you were falling hard and nothing was gonna protect you from the impact.

You looked down at your now ringing phone and rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you dare grab that phone”, you mumbled to yourself as you were already reaching for it, “What the fuck is wrong with you”, you whispered as you answered the call.

“What”, Shawn’s voice asked with confusion.

You mentally cursed yourself for saying that, “Um… I was talking to…my T.V. I’m watching a show”, you lied, “What do you want?”

“Meet me in the park”, he asked with sincerity.

“What the fuck–”, you began

“Look Y/N, I’m not trying to get in your pants so stop acting like this”, he sounded a bit frustrated, “I actually do like you and I have for almost four years. But you know, when people refuse to interact with others, it’s hard to try and get someone to open up. You’re making this really hard and you’re really tearing up my determination. I just–”, he was being interrupted by you now.

“Stop being a little bitch, Mendes. I’m on my way”, you rolled your eyes, “I don’t refuse to interact with people, it’s hard to talk to people who don’t give a shit”, you almost shouted into the phone.

As you walked on the pavement in your leggings and sweat-shirt you couldn’t help but be mad at yourself for the way you talked to Shawn. You wouldn’t blame him if his little school boy crush went away after that call. You felt like a bitch for putting up your walls again when he broke his down for you. You felt terrible for cursing at him, sassing him, for being so rude. You let your emotions get the best of you.

You pushed open the gate to the little park of your hometown. The park that you used to play at, back when it felt bigger. The same playground, same sand, same grass. You hadn’t been here in almost two years, around the time when you built your walls in the first place.

You looked around for Shawn, but it was kind of hard to look for a guy who wears all black. Especially At 11:50 at night. You continued walking around the tiny area until you heard the soft strumming of a guitar.

“Do ya… do you think about me”, you heard his familiar voice sing.

You followed the sound and looked up at him, on the slide, singing you the beautiful song. Once he finished he looked down at you with bright eyes.

“I don’t think you realize how terrible I feel”, he asked with a smirk.

“It’s not your fault I’m dramatic as fuck”, you laughed to yourself, “Thanks for the song, Mendes.”

“Anytime princess”, he winked, “So”, he slid down the slide and landed in front of you, “Let’s talk romantics.”

You nodded, “Continue since you’re all of a sudden so classy”, you chuckled.

“Hey, I’m trying. I’ve read several fanfics on Tumblr and I’m not gonna lie, these guys have got game”, he laughed, “But honestly, I really do like you Y/N. I can be a douche at times, I’m not gonna lie, but I’m trying.”

You nodded, “And I thank you for that”, you smiled, “I have a lot to thank you for, Mendes. Thanks for sitting at my table yesterday, thanks for kissing me in front of the whole school, and thanks for putting me on check when I needed it.”

“Welcome”, he flashed you his bright smile as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

You took a seat on his lap as he moved his guitar and looked down at you, “I haven’t had anyone, except for family, that I’ve been able to even smile with. You were the first person to break down my walls in years. You and your stupid self”, you joked before continuing, “aren’t a douche. You have feelings too.”

“With that being said, what do you say? Give this bad boy a chance”, he grinned.

You raised your eyebrows, “Messy hair, leather jackets, and wearing all black does not make you a bad boy. It only gives you style.”

“Fine then…go out with me, princess”, he gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Sure Mendes”, you shrugged, “On one condition.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Keep talking.”

You lunged forward and tackled him to the ground as he chuckled from under you, “Thank you very much”, you took his guitar pick, “Payback.”