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For @otheliame : Yes I’m still working on it haha XD !

Julian as Zevran (the Antiva Crow concept art outfit), it was requested by manyyyyyy ! Thank you so much for your interest and your support with this crossover, this is the best ^^

I’m thinking about keeping the casual Zevran outfit for Lucio because to me he also could make a good Zevran haha 😆 (or maybe a male Isabella ? 👀).

And Julian as Anders, for @xxdaughterofapolloxx and @heyitsmaat (and surely others but I got lost in the comments and tags argh), I really really love the idea ! I think Julian looks stunning with Zevran’s design but in my opinion Anders’ personality is very interesting for Julian, and they both have a dramatic side XD

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

i literally cannot convey how long i fucking laughed after i realized that boobytrap backwards is partyboob

Tumblr isn't giving us back the boops for ides of march so I will do it myself.

Get your boops everyone!!!

I just put these together real quick feel free to use them.

i am indifferent towards your shoelaces

The beginning of Infinity War :

First few minutes :

Thinking it can’t get worse :

Don’t accepting the end of the movie :

you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

*Looks at menu closely for 10 minutes*

“yeah i’ll order the exact same thing i order every single time i come here”

I'm starting to notice that there's a weird distance between my friends and I. I just can't tell of I'm the one causing it, or them. But I know if I ask about it then I'll be ridiculed for it. We used to do so much and talk about everything and now... nothing.

being a writer is wild

like there are some days where all the words click into place and the sentences flow like silk and then there are other days where your plot is undergoing radioactive decay and you're about to punch through your laptop screen in frustration