Here lady I just met, let me tell you all my sexual fantasies. You have to listen to them and find it charming or else I’ll pout like the giant toddler I am!
Men think they’re the charming hero in their story instead of a creepy douchebag who’s freaking out the poor girl they’ve pinned up against a wall. And nothing can convince them of the truth.
Men are notoriously delusional for assuming all women everywhere are just waiting to bone them. She looked in my general direction, she thinks I’m a total stud even if I’ve got a good 20 years on her. It made me think of that hot coffee facebook post that drifted around twitter a week ago.
Knowing Flemeth, she’d wash her clothes in the blood of men that pissed her off.
I finally finished coloring Flemeth, proof that Janeway is the best Captain because she can turn into a dragon.
I ATEN’T DEAD!
I’m cutting-my-own throat here.
What duck?
I swear they can sense when anyone complains about whitewashing and crawl out of the woodwork to feast upon the trolling. It really pisses them off to call Iron Fist boring. It’s amazing how up in arms men get over it. Before the doldrums that was Danny Rand, I used to point out how dull Hal Jordan was and you’d think…
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.