One year I got it in my head to read both Don Quixote and The Count of Monte Cristo for school. I HATE Don Quixote with a fiery passion and conversely adore The Count. I even have socks with hatchmarks on them and “Free Dantes” on the bottom. It took forever to find a fully unabridged version.

I just finished coloring Iron Bull in my Dragon Age coloring book. So much grey! Now on to Dorian.

I didn’t have any opinion on Chris Martin until I saw him on Extras. He was such a dork and very self deprecating I couldn’t help but like him. The hate is confusing to me, but some people need to imagine a person is different to excuse why it’s fun to not like them.

Sorry, you have a tapeworm chewing through your lower colon and that thing’s alive. You’re just a host. You’ll have to ask a woman if you’re allowed to get it removed from your body.

I’ve got a bit a series going, which is located here. It began with a Cullen/Amell story and if the Hero of Ferelden was Hawke’s Warden in Inquisition. Then I included a shorter bit between Dorian and a Dalish Inquisitor. Now I’m off to Ferelden seven years after the events of DA:I when King Alistair’s facing…

KINJA!

I’ve been writing Dragon Age fanfic for the better part of the year and today I got a surprise from one of my readers. She made a watercolor of my two main characters and mailed it to me. It’s so pretty I can’t stop staring at it. Ee! I love nothing more than inspiring someone else to make something cool, even if it’s…

It is kinda impressive to me how his plan to get me to stop hating men was to randomly attack me unasked. How exactly was this going to work? It’s like trying to fix a grown in toenail by chopping your own foot off.

I like the kitchy part. Sounds like I jammed a bunch of hummel figurines in there, which I kinda want to try now.

I hadn’t even been railing on men much lately. Most of my recent twitter posts were me yelling at Elder Scrolls Online. No idea what set him off unless he’s pro-Bethesda terrible main story lines.

Out of the blue today I get this message from an anonymous guy. He just had to email to tell me that I’m too mean to men and because of that I’ll die alone (that’ll be news to my husband). I shouldn’t be surprised but still am that men have such spines of jelly that they have to prop up their own ego by attacking a…

I needed a break from writing and pulled out my old paint to make a halla in the cold forest painting. It’d been about a year since I last painted anything, and boy did my rust show, but it was nice to try again.

My dog in her Batman costume decided she had to help while we set up the graveyard out front.

I demand that Ray Palmer meet the newest Superman on a Supergirl/Legends crossover. There could be so many inside jokes about cape issues and being the dorkiest dorks. Though, there might be a danger of Winn exploding in joy.

I wonder if he’ll have it back in time for their Christmas show. I guess we’ll found out next week for the Carnival of Souls, or he’ll have a haunted one.

Nobody puts brain guy in the corner.

Sadly, I blocked her after all that because it was bonkers.

The author came after me on twitter when I linked to the article and said no one cares about her virginity state. She smugly responded with that stupid “I won’t have to worry about a missed period or never knowing who I’m waking up beside.” So I came after her with the truth that her pious need to be better than…

It’s amazing how Star Trek solved the problem in 1987 by replacing man with one but now men in the comments and beyond are whining how “It’s just so IMPOSSIBLE!”

It’s a bit surprising that Satan spray tans his bunghole, but that’s the father all lies for you.