yes

see this is what I mean, before I draw Hawke’s beard he looks like an infant

dimples and all

it was a simple idea in theory. the chantry wanted anders, dead or alive: the reward was inching closer to four figures - in sovereigns. but there was still much work to be done, dissension to be sown amidst loyalists in circles through much of thedas, and the long trip to the anderfels had to be made no matter that every chanter’s board between ostwick and hossberg had their likenesses tacked up next to the pleas for help. “dye your hair dark,” hawke said, “and grow a beard, and i’ll… shave mine, i guess.”

“what, all of it?” anders hadn’t been able to resist reaching out to run his fingers through it as he spoke. “… i like your beard.”

“so do i,” said hawke, pulling a face, “but i like us not being dead more, love.”

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you cannot treat a wound without knowing how deep it goes. you cannot heal pain by hiding it. you must accept. accept the blood to make things better.

Samson? 

But where’s Culle—

—oh :(

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Just a quick comic musing of an AU where things turned out differently in Kirkwall…?

Fell White - ch 2b. what happened?

Fell W h i t e Knight-Captain Cullen, DA2 Ch. 2b of 7 (987wc) (1a, 1b, 2a) Gen/non-romantic Possible trigger for ptsd-like symptoms

For an elongated silence Meredith sat still behind her desk, gazing out the window, and Cullen thought, just for a moment, that she had lost some quantity of the strength he’d always ascribed her. Meredith’s vigilance painted itself, pale and purple, around her eyes. But his doubt evaporated when she spoke, and he looked down at his bloodied knuckles. “Despite what Knight-Commander Gregoir might have you believe, your continued service to the Order is not an act of favoritism, or even pity,” she said. “I require- it requires the steadfast duty you have always exemplified, now more than ever.” Meredith’s words flung open an imaginary doorway in Cullen’s future, a door that he hadn’t known was there at all. That there would be a time when he wasn’t a templar, by dismissal or some other force, had simply never occurred to Cullen. It should have. He cleared his throat. READ MORE

hawke’s companions

"we're like collectible coins nobody wants" oh god

The Vision of Escaflowne (1996)

Wishes come true. No matter how far apart you are, they transcend time and space.

"The Fool: Hawke"

'Excitement when starting something new, blind faith is your only guide, infinite possibilities…'

The first in my Dragon Age tarot series, inspired by this post.

I’m thinking of doing all 22 Major Arcana cards, but there’s no way I’ll finish before the new semester starts so after the summer ends, the going will be slow.

The thing that I thought was interesting about the Fool (here’s the link to the Wikipedia article) is that this card is generally interpreted as the protagonist of a story. The word “fool” has just such a connotation of idiocy, not just naivete, that to associate the word with the protagonist, who is usually anything but (… well, maybe purple!Hawke) is unusual. Or maybe not. It surprised me, is what I’m saying.

The Fool is depicted with a white flower, a little dog, and a bundle of possessions on a staff in the Rider-Waite depiction of the card. I’ve chosen to represent these elements with the white rose, the mabari border decorations, and the mage staff (which could be full of possessions? Just more the spirit kind. Depends on how you play mage!Hawke, I guess).

Since Hawke is the Fool, I figured she deserved a jaunty hat, so I gave her Prosper’s. Taking it from his corpse seems like something purple!Hawke would do. And it’s a nice helmet, to be sure.

Up Next: The Magician: Anders

INCOHERENT SCREAMING

brb flying into the sun

i tried and therefore no one should criticize me

that country Hawke girl walking around with no hat! No gloves! The impropriety!

also she’s taller than Fenris because she wears shoooooooes

SHUT UP WITH THAT TOP HAT AND THOSE COLLARS

GOD BIANCA HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME

WHO EVEN GAVE YOU THE RIGHT

Regina - Na Balkanu MV

Apparently this came out like 4 weeks ago? Great song and video. He is so attractive (⊙‿⊙✿)

Ice Cream Destiel

Before they storm the Sucrocorp headquarters and gank Dick once and for all, Dean takes Cas on one last errand: to get ice cream.

“Shut up,” he offers by way of explanation.

Dean devours his ice cream so quickly that Cas wonders if perhaps he isn’t part Leviathan. Cas, however, can’t find the same enjoyment. He just stares at his cone, trying not to think of this as a last meal, or as making up for lost time, or as a goodbye.  

He’s motionless for so long that the ice cream begins to melt, the sticky-sweet milk fats running over and between his fingers like blood. Cas chuckles. The raw sound draws Dean’s attention, but Cas doesn’t care, because he’s cold. Unbelievable. Him. Cold.

For thousands of years, Castiel did not experience the earth’s elements. Protected by God’s love and holy purpose, he was of the universe, but not among it; he walked through the world unfazed, untouched. But now, he feels all the time, constantly bombarded by a cacophony of sensations. Rain droplets tickling his skin. Wind ruffling his hair. Dust grating in his eyes and throat. Cold is a new one, though. He wonders when that nonsense started.

Probably, Cas realizes as he looks up and catches Dean’s gaze, right around the same time he started feeling warmth.

“Dude,” says Dean. “Eat up, before it all melts.”

But Cas can’t. He can’t move, he can’t tear his eyes away, because Dean has 47 freckles dotted along his nose and cheeks, and seven on his right ear, and a half-inch long scar hidden by his left eyebrow. Cas knows all this because he rebuilt Dean with his own two hands, this marvel of divine engineering, this creature who feels so much, who can not only withstand the earth’s elements, but enjoy them, even the cold. Truly, the last perfect handiwork of God.

“You forget how to eat or something,” Dean adds, oddly short of breath. 

Swallowing around a tight throat, Cas forces himself to look down at the cone in his hands, away from Dean’s freckles and the majesty of his Father. “This is laden with Leviathan additive,” he says.

Dean lets out a strangled laugh. “What are you, on a diet?”  

“Consuming this will dull my senses and weaken my reflexes.” Cas frowns down at the cone. “Especially in these quantities.”

Dean snorts, and Cas looks back up at him just in time to see Dean roll his eyes. Grabbing Cas’s wrist, he tugs the angel closer. Cas lets him. Never dropping his gaze, Dean takes a long, deliberate lick of the ice cream. “Some things,” he says, his voice suddenly low and rough, “are worth the risk.”

Cas can’t tell if the sudden heat on his cheeks is from the summer sun or something else, but whatever the reason, he offers up a silent prayer of thanks to an absent Father for giving him the chance to feel it now.

The Meta Monster Master Post

Heaven, Hell and Purgatory or:

The Afterlife Totally Screws Up the Morals and Philosophies of the Living in Supernatural

Putting all the pieces together and reposting for a shameless midnight self-promotion when more people are likely to see my post.

I like Supernatural. A lot. It’s got great characters, a good, driving story, high emotional stakes and pretty deep questions. That being said, I posit in these posts, that how Supernatural treats Heaven, Hell and Purgatory actually diminishes their own sacred values of free will and choice, and at times, outright demolishes them!

So come with me, on a journey where I overthink a show starring two underwear models and their bitchin ride as they chop off heads and listen to hair metal.

I. Introduction

II. Heaven is Predetermined

III. Being Good Means Nothing in the Supernatural Universe

IV. Supernatural’s Purgatory Denies Free Will and Moral Justice

Addendum: In Conclusion

Some v. good points here.  Excellent meta, go read.

Part of the reason I love SPN and its fandom so much is due to the moral and theological questions this show asks of the viewers, and the ability and eagerness of the fans to discuss these questions.

I actually loved SPN’s idea of purgatory because I look at it as a sort of Freudian metaphor for Dean’s collective unconsciousness - but you’re right, SPN’s purgatory really sucks as a monster heaven.  

Thoughit does seem to me that with a slight twist in the show’s mythos, purgatory could actually be remarkably similar to its original concept.  

Dean uses a portal to leave purgatory, a portal that only allows a human soul to pass through.  If purgatory does in some way purify the souls of the monsters, then perhaps it’s possible that once purified, a monster’s soul could leave purgatory.

I want to roll around in the OP's head like a dog in clean laundry. This meta series is insightful and delightfully written. Read this, now.

Second picture:Dean’s behind…

Look at Dean Winchester, playing for all the teams.

Happy Halloween friends

posting for flutie…haven’t seen the episode yet…but it IS a fabulous piece of music.  especially for benny.