this is what emmrich's romance feels like

Vorgoth has an “employee of the month” plaque in the grand necropolis somewhere and enjoys drinking whatever it is he subsists on out of a mug that says, “dead tired” on it and he always politely asks to borrow things from his co-workers and then promptly returns them

I think 90% of conspiracy theorists would be a lot happier if they just bit the bullet and got into creative writing

ever since I was a young lad I knew I wanted to be a middle-aged man with an undone tie around his neck who’s having a crisis so he goes to the bathroom to splash water on his face only to look up at himself in the mirror and wonder at the stranger looking back

don't want to write I want to think very hard about my fic until it emerges from my head fully formed like athena

i’ve started saying “i’ve been having health issues” like some sort of suburban mother and gotta say. would highly recommend. lets people know you’re not doin’ too hot without leaving room for questions. gets them off your ass. makes you mysterious. am i shitting myself blind or wasting away like a delicate victorian maiden? who knows! not you!

something something the prettiest boys in northern thedas

hate it when pets learn words, my dog flips out when he hears "greenie" so we had to start saying "G word" but now he knows G word so we have to say shit like "are we out of emerald indulgences"

Griffon Daddy

"i miss when the dragon age companions were mean" y'all can't even handle vivienne

Sometimes I do ship something and it's not unpopular its just that fanon harbors enough popular misconceptions to make the content frequently unreadable. So I will be like "can I have my ship please" and the internet will go "sure! here are a thousand results!" and I will go "is it actually my ship or is it some guys who are basically totally different characters in all meaningful ways that someone is having masquerade as my blorbos?" and the answer is yes often enough that I give up

sending a professional email, sighing and lying back and immediatly posting a ‘should i jerk off yes/no’ poll to tumblr

Stupid nerds

i dream of living within walking distance of a secondhand bookstore, a quiet café, and a river to sit at with my book and my coffee

while kissing my cat's little head: you're a problem *smooch* you're a terror *smooch* you're a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch*

Watch me live vicariously through my Rook pandering to this gent 😩