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This was my shoulder yesterday before the stitches came out. I don’t HAVE to wear my sling anymore but will when I go out in public to hopefully keep people away from it. Could be awhile before pain is gone. Happily it is different pain than what I had going in and I have pain killers.

This was my shoulder yesterday before the stitches came out. I don’t HAVE to wear my sling anymore but will when I go out in public to hopefully keep people away from it. Could be awhile before pain is gone. Happily it is different pain than what I had going in and I have pain killers.

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shadohfax:

Lord of the Rings Reread: The Battle Of The Pelennor Fields

"Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!"

Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. “But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.”

The winged creature screamed at her, but the Ringwraith made no answer, and was silent, as if in sudden doubt. Very amazement for a moment conquered Merry’s fear. He opened his eyes and the blackness was lifted from them. There some paces from him sat the great beast, and all seemed dark about it, and above it loomed the Nazgûl Lord like a shadow of despair. A little to the left facing them stood she whom he had called Dernhelm. But the helm of her secrecy, had fallen from her, and her bright hair, released from its bonds, gleamed with pale gold upon her shoulders. Her eyes grey as the sea were hard and fell, and yet tears were on her cheek. A sword was in her hand, and she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy’s eyes.

Éowyn it was, and Dernhelm also. For into Merry’s mind flashed the memory of the face that he saw at the riding from Dunharrow: the face of one that goes seeking death, having no hope. Pity filled his heart and great wonder, and suddenly the slow-kindled courage of his race awoke. He clenched his hand. She should not die, so fair, so desperate. At least she should not die alone, unaided.

(via galdarnit-bucky)

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phemiec:

Modern AU where the LI’s are a queercore punk band and Varric is their manager. You’re welcome. (Full view please.)

phemiec:

Modern AU where the LI’s are a queercore punk band and Varric is their manager. You’re welcome. (Full view please.)

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Anonymous asked: prompt: caught in the rain

tinyfierce:

(Now that I’m back and settled, I’ll start posting these! Slowly-ish, so as not to spam your feeds. =) )

Hawke was never using that stupid weather app on her phone again.

That day’s forecast had been displayed in graphs, charts, and statistics, which were all very fancy and impressive but didn’t help for shit if you didn’t know what they meant.

Worst $1.99 she had ever spent.

Needless to say, the sudden torrential downpour that had attacked them as they strolled down a posh-looking street with artisanal everything stores had reduced their date from a Meg Ryan movie to Michael Bay in an instant. The one thing to her advantage was that areas like that were inevitably populated with kitschy gourmet coffee shops, and she pulled them both into the nearest set of doors.

They were already soaked, top-down. Hawke would have been grousing about it more had it not been for the smell of pastries, warm and sweet and fresh, greeting her from every inch of the place. She wasn’t particularly one for sweets, but the fumes from the coffee roasters were what she thought heaven would smell like, and the orange-peach walls and upholstered chairs were adorably inviting.

Also, why were there always birds painted on everything in these places?

The Arishok had already taken a seat by the window, fanning his dripping suit jacket across the back of his chair.

“Sorry about the rain,” she offered as she joined him. “When I asked you out after work, I checked my phone. Not a word about rain.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket. As he checked it, he made a noise in his throat. “There is a flood warning in effect,” he informed her, “until further notice.”

She groaned, pulling out her own phone and switching it off. “Moscow rule number nine.”

“’ Technology will always let you down.’ ”

She smirked, leaning back in her chair to study him a bit. “Why am I not surprised that you know the Moscow Rules?”

“I could say the same about you.” He crossed his legs, folding his hands. “You continue to prove… interesting.”

“Is that why you agreed to see me again so soon after I slept with you?” she asked. “I thought at least a few days of radio silence was pretty standard.”

“I have no reason to adhere to such arbitrary rules,” he said flatly. “You invited; I accepted. I consult nothing more than my own desire to see you.”

His last words plucked at something in her chest, and she smiled. “Even though seeing me entails drenching a five thousand dollar suit?”

“It is easily replaced, if necessary.” He stood, even more impossibly tall from Hawke’s seated perspective. “Tell me your order and I will place it.”

She reached for her bag. “A black coffee and something with oatmeal in it, thanks.” As she dug out her wallet, however, he was already at the counter.

Hawke wasn’t one for that bullshit chivalry, and she told him so when he returned to the table, purchases in hand.

“If I can easily afford to replace a five-thousand-dollar suit,” the Arishok reminded her, “coffee is of no consequence.”

“Fine,” she conceded. “Then you won’t mind if I steal some of yours.” As she plucked his cup from his hand, she lifted it to her lips. “What’d you get?”

“Tea.”

The first sip sent her sputtering. “This isn’t tea!”

“Chai is an Indian tea.”

“No, I know that, but there’s so much sugar and milk and vanilla in this–” She raised an eyebrow. “You’re basically drinking hot melted ice cream. And eating…” She cocked her head, staring as he freed a piece of beautifully-decorated perfection from its wax wrapping. “A double-chocolate butterscotch fudge brownie rolled in chocolate chips.”

He frowned, the expression making his severe face fearsome as he waited for her to replace his cup. “I was not aware you made a habit of policing food on dates.”

“I’m not policing!” She leaned her elbows on the table, hiding her grin behind the rim of her coffee mug. “Having a sweet tooth is so out of character for you. I mean, I assumed…” With a snicker, she bit her lower lip. “It’s adorable.”

“Assume nothing,” he growled, “and banish that word from your vocabulary.”

She smirked. “Roger that.”

And they stayed in that little hipster coffee shop until well after the rain had passed.

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I had shoulder surgery on Wednesday 7/23 and that is why I am so quiet lately.  Half the time I am really dopey on meds.  It is nuts.  I have to wear a sling and I have to avoid moving my shoulder so video games are not in the gameplan right now.  I spend a lot of time staring blankly into space and laughing at myself.  Hubby is very nice and is taking time off to care for me.  I should be good pretty soon I hope. 

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dragonage-headcanons:

Hawke’s mabari in DA2 was not a family pet but a war dog, born and bred in King Cailan’s kennels. He was part of the charge at the Battle Of Ostagar, where his master was killed in action. Carver found him there, and brought him back to Lothering after the army’s defeat. Despite Carver being the one to rescue him, the mabari subsequently imprints on Hawke (who affectionately names him ‘Ossie’). This becomes yet another bone of contention between the Hawke siblings…

haha about Carver. 

dragonage-headcanons:

Hawke’s mabari in DA2 was not a family pet but a war dog, born and bred in King Cailan’s kennels. He was part of the charge at the Battle Of Ostagar, where his master was killed in action. Carver found him there, and brought him back to Lothering after the army’s defeat. Despite Carver being the one to rescue him, the mabari subsequently imprints on Hawke (who affectionately names him ‘Ossie’). This becomes yet another bone of contention between the Hawke siblings…

haha about Carver. 

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talkbioware:

~ C

That witch with Alistair tried to take Anders during Anders’ personal quest and there was no option for me to say “I’m the f***ing Queen of Ferelden.”  I was yelling it at the TV though.

talkbioware:

~ C

That witch with Alistair tried to take Anders during Anders’ personal quest and there was no option for me to say “I’m the f***ing Queen of Ferelden.”  I was yelling it at the TV though.

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Last night I FINALLY made a male Hawke.  I changed his look a bit, and was so happy to see Alistair’s hair.  It shocked me how much the other presets in the face they looked a lot like Anders.    Of course the first thing I did was try to take his armor off, but he was still wearing pants, even though his armor was rogue stuff so it didn’t even cover all his legs.  Hmph.  His upper body looks a lot like Keran’s.

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dragonage-headcanons:

I believe that Malcolm Hawke was a goofy man (where else did purple!Hawke get it from?) and he named his children in the order in which they came. Hawke has an “A” name, Bethany, the second child by a few minutes, has a “B” name, and Carver, the youngest, has a “C” name.

I do too.  My first Hawke was named Allison.  I abandoned her early on and made Adrian.  Poor Adrian is still stuck on the docks where the blood mage waits by the statue of the Arishok’s head.   Then I went with Rosanna, Marian and Marina. 

dragonage-headcanons:

I believe that Malcolm Hawke was a goofy man (where else did purple!Hawke get it from?) and he named his children in the order in which they came. Hawke has an “A” name, Bethany, the second child by a few minutes, has a “B” name, and Carver, the youngest, has a “C” name.

I do too.  My first Hawke was named Allison.  I abandoned her early on and made Adrian.  Poor Adrian is still stuck on the docks where the blood mage waits by the statue of the Arishok’s head.   Then I went with Rosanna, Marian and Marina. 

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dragonage-headcanons:

Since reading “Until We Sleep” and learning that a woman named Bianca was once Varric’s lover, I have a headcanon that she died and her soul somehow got tethered to Varric’s crossbow, hence his deep attachment to it.

dragonage-headcanons:

Since reading “Until We Sleep” and learning that a woman named Bianca was once Varric’s lover, I have a headcanon that she died and her soul somehow got tethered to Varric’s crossbow, hence his deep attachment to it.

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dragonageconfessions:

Confession: My Warden is of the Dalish Elf Origin and is romancing Alistair. When the option came to say, “Alistair will be king and I will rule alongside him,” I was too scared of public ridicule to press it. Even virtual humiliation scares me ><.

ME TOO!  I didn’t know what the response would be and I was afraid to find out.

dragonageconfessions:

Confession: My Warden is of the Dalish Elf Origin and is romancing Alistair. When the option came to say, “Alistair will be king and I will rule alongside him,” I was too scared of public ridicule to press it. Even virtual humiliation scares me ><.

ME TOO!  I didn’t know what the response would be and I was afraid to find out.

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dragonageconfessions:

Confession: I don’t know if this has been said already, but I seriously hated ‘The Fade: Lost in Dreams’ Quest. In my opinion it is so awful. The first time that I played it, I got so turned around and lost that my sister and I had to go find a walk-through just to get finish the quest and not quit the game entirely. Even now, I go to the Circle first to get that part of the game over with.

I hated the Fade, but now I actually like it.  I do have a thing for Templars though, so it helps.

dragonageconfessions:

Confession: I don’t know if this has been said already, but I seriously hated ‘The Fade: Lost in Dreams’ Quest. In my opinion it is so awful. The first time that I played it, I got so turned around and lost that my sister and I had to go find a walk-through just to get finish the quest and not quit the game entirely. Even now, I go to the Circle first to get that part of the game over with.

I hated the Fade, but now I actually like it.  I do have a thing for Templars though, so it helps.