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there are days when his skin feels like his. when the lyrium markings are only a dull ache that don’t reach to his bones, danarius now only a whisper that’s dead and buried and not breathing down his neck. he doesn’t slouch, doesn’t scowl, and isabela notices. she’s quick to point it out as she sees him standing near the bar of the tavern waiting on a drink he was better off having at home from a proper bottle of wine.

"you look taller," she says, sidling up to him, nudging him playfully with a round hip. she’s sweaty and her tunic is stained with blood from an outing with hawke and merrill.

he finds himself straightening up more at her observation, absentmindedly puffing out his chest and not realizing his sudden posturing in her presence. she’s a keen one, rogues always are, and she leans against the bar, looking up at him and patting playfully his chest to show she realizes what he’s doing. he’s wearing only his tunic for once, and instead of her hand thonking against cool metal, distant and faint, it’s warm against the press of his binder and he can nearly imagine her skin against his.

"taller and less like a prickly porcupine." his drink arrives, set between him and isabela as corff quickly moves away to avoid hearing the pirate’s order. instead of taking the drink that no doubt tastes of stale grapes and vomit, fenris runs bare fingers up along the length of bela’s bicep.

he smirks, a strange bolt of something running through him down to his toes, the same that keeps him puffed up like a parading cockatrice, and he leans forward to murmur in her ear.

"though still just as thorny."

isabela’s laugh is sudden and loud as he moves back to calmly take his drink, still aware of how she looks at him now. and yet he remains tall and comfortable and her gaze feels warm and inviting as she eyes him up and down.

"you practiced that, didn’t you?"

the smirk remains on his lips even as the makeshift wine tastes dreadful against his tongue. it’s too sweet, not at all bitter. “for years,” he says, and despite himself his ears flush pink.

No skin thick enough: The daily harassment of women in the game industry



This article is heartbreaking. And true.

There is a reason I throttled back on doing a lot of creative gaming content a few years ago. And why I still avoid taking some jobs in the gaming world when they’re offered to me. And why, when we have a female host on any of our Geek and Sundry gaming shows, we have to monitor the comments on YouTube extra, to remove the many comments that are offensive and pollute our community’s spirit of equality. Because I hate that shit. 

There is an endemic acceptance in the gamer world that “well, it comes with the territory” when a woman receives threats and harassment and the hateful anonymous internet dialogue is focused on her body and whether they would “do” her or not. I don’t know why this became okay. It’s a vocal minority that has been given way too much power over the industry dialogue, and I am so happy to see more and more articles like this shining the light on what reasonable gamer men and women have been conned into accepting as a given.

NOTHING is a given in this world. And frankly, it taints the art form we so love and keeps it back from becoming more respected and more diverse to not at least TRY to fight it. Gaming deserves more than complacency in this area.

Even posting this link will cause me to receive hateful Tumblr PMs. I can always tell when something I write gets linked on certain places on the internet (like 4 Chan or a few other forums of troll-hood), because I’ll immediately get dozens of hate mails along the veins of what is posted in this article. 

Well, I’m a lucky one to be prominent enough to have 10 supporters for every hater. I mostly feel sorry for girls and women who aren’t in my position, who may just give up on gaming when they’re too beaten down to fight anymore.

We have to change that. For the good of what we love doing, gamers! Okay, back to work :)

This such a truthful and positive perspective from Felicia about an issue that I’m hugely passionate about and work daily to counteract, the vitriolic and unacceptable nature of online commenting, especially toward underrepresented and silenced communities. She has harnessed such a mature perspective on these issues, and I’ve learned a lot from following her work.

Please check out the linked Polygon article for a thoughtful piece that demonstrates some specific case studies without getting defensive or lashing out. Think about how you, men and women, might be contributing to these problems without thinking.



Q: Hi. I was just wondering if they decide to make a Xena Movie would you come back as either Cupid or Caesar, in some alternative reality type thing?
Karl: I don’t know. Yeah, why not? Come on, why not? You wanna see what’s Cupid gonna look like? [posing] I wouldn’t do it, I would go to the gym, I was pushing it out, it’s not really like that.

Comments of the party after fighting themselves in the Gauntlet

Morrigan: Hmph. No doubt this had something to do with "facing the dark side of your soul" or some such rubbish.

Leliana: Did you see the cruelty on my... on her face? Is that really what I am?

Sten: This proves nothing. I have nothing to fear from shadows.

Oghren: *laughs* I can't believe I kicked my own ass!

Wynne: Well, I wasn't expecting that, and I certainly don't want to go through it again.

Alistair: That was... weird...

And then there is this guy, named Zevran: Maker's breath, I'm beautiful. Did you see that? Did you see me? Magnificent.

Anne Hathaway, Brie Larson & Kristen Stewart in Jenny Lewis’ “Just One of the Guys” (x).

(Source: ursulatheseabitchh)


She’s standing up like she always does, because she’s just as much of a hero as her husband.Batman/Superman #12

Screw it I’m reblogging again because I feel like this is an accurate description of Clark and Lois’ relationship.
Clark is all doe eyed quietly whispering the name of his love while she’s over there shooting at aliens diving in through the open window with a machine gun like “What the hell do you want Clark I’m busy here.”

(Source: fyeahsupermanandloislane)


I used to be like “I wonder what would happen if I set this thing on fire” and since then I’ve learned that more often than not the answer is “it’ll be on fire”

(Source: leafwhirlwind)

friend: ever since i started having sex i think i might be into super kinky stuff

me: oh really like what

friend: idk my bf handcuffed me last night

me: whoa that really is kinky

me internally: weak


remember that time kon and cassie were making out and diana just picked kon up and flung him away.


because i do and it’s my favorite thing



Katt Williams on Dave Chappelle: “But Dave Chappelle was decapitated in front of us. And until we deal that. Until we deal with the fact that a devout Muslim was accused of being a crackhead. And until we establish the fact that they said he went to Africa to smoke cocaine when we know they don’t have running water and food over there. When they don’t have paved roads over there. You saying he flew past Chicago and Miami and LA and New York and Detroit, you saying he went past Cleveland and Fort Pierce, Florida, and he went past Okeechobee and Oakland, you saying he went all the way to another country where they not eating? You talking about somebody who has a wife and children, five children, and lives on a farm, he doesn’t live here in Hollywood. You saying you convince people that person was an insane crackhead? And he hasn’t been on movies and TV for eight years is that correct? Ok then don’t tell me about what you wanna tell me, I just watched you decapitate him in front of me… Then when he made 500 million dollars, even though his contract said he was supposed to get half of it, they said he made too much for the contract to be valid, so we’ll offer you 10% of what you made. You mean he made 500 million and they offered him 50? Yes. And he said, “what do you think my fans are gonna say? When they find out you offered me 10% of what I made you.” And they said, “your fans will believe that you’re a crazy crackhead by the time you get home. And my nigga got on a flight in LA and by the time he got to Ohio it was so. And eight years later he hasn’t been in a movie or television and is just now trying to do his real comeback in Radio City Music Hall. It’s bees like that sometimes.”

Wow. I didn’t know Dave Chappelle was Muslim 😃


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