“Woof.”
— Underfoot Walks-When-Poops the Bigheaded, Chief of Puppy Jesus Clan, aka “Buddy”
Contemporary femininity, complete with broken bottles.
(Source: unsolvedmysteries)
Hunger.
I know I’m just feeling sorry for myself, but I miss feeling like I had the freedom to go and do and see and be whoever, where ever, how ever I felt I want. A random midnight invitation to home-cooked food? Nothing in the world would make me happier! It’s all but crippling to have to say ‘no, I’m sorry I must decline, my boyfriend will be home soon.’
And even when he gets here, we’ll smoke weed and play our respective escapist computer games and then stumble, clumsy and unenlightened, to bed.
The wost part is if he were to read this he wouldn’t understand. He’d ask me why I didn’t just say I wanted to go out, tell me he doesn’t mind at all. He would forget, like he always does in his safe hindsight, how he would’ve actually reacted if I had called him to say, “I might not be home when you get off of work at 1 a.m., a male friend you don’t know invited me to eat some food with he and another male neither of us know. You aren’t invited.” And of course it sounds absurd to describe the situation in such a way, but the previous statement is all he would hear regardless of which words I chose to say it.
Is it wrong of me to feel like I should still have the freedom to do things like this? To have the freedom to go to a friend’s home when invited? To feel like I could go somewhere without having to ask if it’s all right if I bring my boyfriend? Patrick would never tell me no of course. He would never do something so severe. He would just use that tone—that disappointed, appalled, “do what you want, nothing I can do to stop you” tone that makes me instantly and frantically guilt-ridden to tell me I can do whatever I want.
I am very lonely here sometimes.
The absolute saddest moment in all of Dragon Age II…
…is the beginning of Fenris’ companion quest in Act III. He tells you that he’s actually found the sister he was only recently told he had, she is in fact not a slave, and he’s sent her enough coin to get on a ship and come meet him. Fenris is terrified that it’s a trap set by his former master (read: “owner”) Garius in an attempt to recapture him and asks you to come with him to meet her. At the very end of the cut-scene, the camera closes in on Fenris’ face as he looks away and grimaces, and then looks back at Hawke almost sheepishly pleading and says, “It would mean a lot to me… it’s all I ask.”
The cut scene then fades to black and is over. This is certainly a sad enough tale as it stands right there, but the clincher is immediately after the cut-scene when you actually acquire the quest to meet his sister: the quest is called “Alone”.
/cry
The relative sadness factor of this story to someone unfamiliar with the storyline is probably rather low, but if you’ve played DAII you know exactly what I’m talking about. Even if you haven’t though, you can infer from that title just how this quest is going to go… I can see how some players might find Fenris self-righteous and aggravating and therefore wouldn’t much care about his lonely fate, and I can see how some players could argue that the deaths of Hawke’s various family members throughout the game are more heart-wrenching as well. But as a female player attempting to romance the guy on my first play-through this was the moment that most tugged at my heart strings. Poor Fenris <3
The only thing I want to blog about…
…is how awesome I am. But everyone already knows that. I feel like I’ve left a tumblr vacuum.
But for serious, I never have anything interesting to say. And I find a blog devoted solely to posting images created by other people kind of silly. So here’s my corner of the webz: it’s the only part of my life that isn’t cluttered and colorful and full of mistakes <3
“Staring into the intersection she thinks that she can fly and she might. Holding on in a new direction, she’s going to try it tonight. The closer I get to feeling the further that I’m feeling from all right, the more I step into the sun the more I step out of the light.”
(Body)
Watch yourself undress. See flesh see Notice slow hows, wheres Slow ly un dress yourself savor skin imperfect soft shell Freckles and Moles and Spots and All and lay lithe, finger-mapping contours of you(r body).
Last night was Vance & Desirae’s clay molding party. The three of us got drunk and dirty till 4 a.m. This is the inside of an ashtray I made. Creepy right?
Hello Gloria <3
