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How Did You Find That Untagged Post From 11 Months Ago a story of confusion, fear, and general unease
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Not much to say that hasn’t been said already, but I thought I’d go ahead and make a...
Suck my COCK
Debating if I should start FF XIII over since I’ve been stuck on the same boss fight for ages, or maybe, maybe try ME2 again? Or maybe ME, then ME2?
I’ll just have to go out in a bit and get quarters for laundry and a few groceries to hold me until I leave for Wiscon.
“Nice ink.” The voice is rough as callouses, and it makes him turn to look. The owner of the voice is seated at the bar, looking at him with round eyes the color of jet. He almost thinks she’s an elf at first glance—she’s small, wiry, bald-headed and covered in tattoos, very nearly naked save for the low-slung men’s trousers slung around her hips and the braded rope wrapped around her breasts .
“It’s not ink,” he says, unable to sound irritated by the question. The girl—she hardly looks old enough to be a woman, not if she’s human—arches her eyebrow.
“Neither are mine. A lot of literal blood, sweat, and tears went into these.” She holds her arm up, moving it into a beam of light coming from the skylight. Her tattoos are, like so many people have described his, beautiful. Vibrant, colorful, chaotic, inorganic.
“How did you come upon them?”
Her full, dark-stained lip twists into something like a smile and a snarl. “They’re my memories. People I’ve killed, things I’ve lost, some just because I wanted ‘em. Yours?”
He looks at his palm, watching the lyrium lines shimmer and flex as he clenches and relaxes his hand. “As are mine, apparently.”
AAHHH I MISSED THIS. Did I miss the other ones too?!?!?!
Previous chapters here.
Trigger warning for mention of past abuse
“Shit…” Anders pounded on the door to the men’s bathroom on the crew deck. The damned thing was locked. “Hey! There are other people that need to use the showers, asshole.” He smacked his fist against it again for good measure, and the impact reverberated along the metal door. “Hey! Open the damned door!”
You’re breaking my heart Psi.
SHIPLASH - when you reblog your favorite ship so fast you get tumblr whiplash.
ALL THE FEELS.
/applies liberally to any Fenders I see that I click auto-reblog cause I am impatient like whoa
Ok, panel starts in 10 minutes. Twitter hash tag is #Feminist#Gamer.
Wish me luck!
So far, very WoW centric, except for moderator who wanted to discuss ME, but has not played the games.
Ok panel, but not quite what I expected especially with My Shepard in the title.