Is It Just Me...or Are Skywalker Men Sort Of Insane?

Solas, you absolute trash man. You goof. You dweeb.

See this? The lute in his hideout under the Lady of Glory statue? See what’s at the top there…?

This homeless loser bought a lute with his own fucking face on it. He wanted to get caught so fucking badly he walked into a store and either picked this shit out or worse, had it custom made. This’s the medieval equivalent of Vanilla Ice getting his own face tattooed on his back. I hate him.

(He’s one of my favorite fictional characters ever)

If Ciri brought Geralt to meet you in our world...

Meeting you: He would be curious about your strange accent, the way you looked at him with wide eyes. You had known Ciri since she came to your house looking for help, knowing her was strange enough, so meeting your all time hero was something else. Ciri knew you liked him, informing him that he should do his best to act like a gentleman while he was around you. He offered a smile at first seeing you, bowing his head, grateful that you were letting them stay with you. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss...you already know me, I suppose." He chuckled and that's when it truly struck you...Geralt of Rivia was smiling...at you... Meeting your boyfriend: You lived in a nice house, off the beaten path. A country house that wasn't too terribly far from the city. Your boyfriend thought you were crazy, but you loved the seclusion, especially with your strange choice in house guests that just decided to show up every once in a while. When Geralt and Ciri were with you, they wore normal clothes. Ciri usually in skinny jeans, a t-shirt and some kind of jacket, but Geralt liked blue, boot-cut jeans, with tan cowboy boots, the pant legs over them, and a flannel or button down of near every color, but he'll wear a white, green or black t-shirt from time to time. He was outside cutting firewood, Ciri was practicing archery, a craft she took to after saving the universe. Geralt wore dark blue jeans, his tan boots, and a tight, black t-shirt. Your boyfriend pulled up in his car as you were walking outside in a nice dress and a denim jacket for a date in town. You greeted you boyfriend with a kiss, only to be stared at by Ciri who held her bow at her hip and Geralt holding his axe across his shoulders. "Well...Y/n, mind introducing me to your...?" You boyfriend asked, returning the glare that Geralt offered. "Oh, these are friends from back home, they come to visit...sorry I didn't tell you. They're kinda private." You explained. "Meet...Ciri and Geralt. They're originally from Norway." You added the last part for good measure. "Your man looks like a whelp, Y/n. I doubt he could hold a blade." Geralt said in slight disgust at your choice of man. "What? Like a-...wait is there something wrong with your eyes...?" Your boyfriend asked but you quickly kissed his cheek, getting his attention, quickly leaving after that... Reacting to you in a bikini: Your parents had a beach house, with no Drowners or Water Hags, so Geralt and Ciri were eager to go swimming and fishing. You decided to treat them to the full beach experience. The beach house had its own private dunes before the water, with no annoying passers by. You got the grill going, waiting for Geralt and Ciri to come outside. You were flipping burgers, already wearing your bikini. A bright blue bikini, with high waisted bottoms and a vintage style top. You were flipping burgers when they came out. Geralt was no shy thing, looking you straight up and down. "Do all women wear so little clothing to the ocean...?" He asked. "Geralt, I'm wearing less than her. And you're wearing less that both of us in those shorts. Get over it." Ciri demanded, walking over to get a burger as she strutted confidently in her green string bikini. Geralt wore short red and black trunks that stopped at his mid-thighs. His silver hair was fairly long, pulled up into a bun, sort of making him look almost normal...what with all of the numerous scars not exactly helping. "True. However, I'm glad that no other men get to see Y/n like this. They'd flock to her from miles around to court her or...well, be more direct." Geralt chuckled, getting his own burger. "Whatever, man-bun. Let's eat. I've been starving cooking these damn things." You laughed, joining them for good picnic before a perfect afternoon of beach time... To be continued at two hundred notes...

Yes, I conquer with Dr. Nye. SAFETY GLASSES OFF!

BILL NYE can’t stress the importance of Climate Change enough

So. Turians.

Turians who can’t really smell anything through their small noses, so evolution made them scent things through their tongue.

Turians, who despite having spiky bits, sharp teeth and metal in their bodies are very very prone to developing an oral fixation - thanks evolution!

Turians, male Turians, who have a thing for women in charge. Not in a ‘weaker sex dominating me,’ but in a ‘she can kick my ass and step on me and I’d be totally okay with that!’

Turian, whom evolution gave sharp claws and even sharper minds, why tear someone down with their hand when they can do that with their tongue?

In more ways than one.

Turians, who, just like Humans, have to file their nails down.

Turians - and Quarians and Salarians - whom evolution gave 3 fingers, so they have a Math base 6, to the despair of everyone else.

Turians, with sharper eyesight than the rest of the galaxy using it to either scope a mark across the field or across the bar.

Turians, who are born and breed to hold civic duty and society above their own needs, who are aware that the two don’t always match, and it’s ok to admit o failure.

Turians, who can be selfish, giving, pampered, loyal, cruel, bloodthirsty, dismissive and loving, sexual deviants, all at the same time.

Turians, with subvocals and other tells that shout to everyone what they’re feeling, who take other species to be particularly deaf.

Turians who take advantage of other species’ deafness to gossip, to mutter sweet nothings to their deaf mates, to poke fun at others.

Turians, who most regard as 'disciplined’ and 'lacking a traitorous bone on their body’ and 'society above self’ being the unexpected and most accomplished con men.

Turians, who laughed at others when someone tried to 'introduce’ them to oral sex, as if they haven’t tried *that* before.

Turians, who would rather pay respect to their Spirits.

Turians, who will try dating a human just for the heck of it, just to say they did it, and end up so enamoured with their tone deaf, squishy human.

*Solas Thoughts*

So, in Inquisition, the combat AI had everyone, including Mages (traditionally glass cannons) running straight into the fight.

And somebody mentioned a headcannon about Solas, thinking about this system. Assuming you didn’t direct your characters individually, like chess pieces. Wondering if the reason Solas specifically did it, was because he was used to using a dagger and orb (the lyrium dagger and the foci orb), the way Mage!Rook can in DA: the Veilguard.

Would definitely fit, right? You never see him with a staff in the flashbacks and why would a staff-wielding Mage (presumably support/back rank, not vanguard) need to wear a full chest plate, pauldrons and gloves that protect his lower forearms/wrists. Not to mention, in a banter with Blackwall/Rainier in Inquisition, he mentions being “hot-blooded and cocky” as a youth. “Always ready to fight.”

Doesn’t seem like a support role to me and he’s the Dread Wolf. God of Trickery? Treachery?

Sounds an awful lot like a multi-class Rogue to me…

My Mahariel would be over here bustin’ out that Dalish crazy straw with 8+ loops and an umbrella

it’s a secret ritual

Thor Imagine

Imagine being the youngest Avenger and Thor finding out after years- much to your embarrassment, that you were Odinist (a modern way of worshipping the Norse Gods) before meeting him in Arizona when he fell from the sky...

And once he finds out, he takes you straight to Asgard for the royal visit of your mortal life...

Poor kid (4mth old wire haired pointer) had absolutely no concept of time whenever she napped on her big brother (a 90lbs akita, aka living furnace) and she is now, as of a few days ago, 2yrs old

I love the genre of picture “animal that clearly just woke up from a fat nap”

Hello, it's Christmas!

The day my mother expects us (her 20yr old range offspring) to wake up with the energy of when we were five!

Instead, we walk out of our collective rooms, cracking knees/ankles/wrists/fingers/toes/etc. And when we all give a collective "What?" at her dirty look, she chose to reply today with "You're all fucking crunchy, get younger!" before I walk out with a face mask on, my phone in one hand and a bag of jerky in the other to counter with "I identify as an 84 yr old man *cracks my neck like a clap of thunder from Thor himself* what do you mean?" directly before stuffing my mouth with beef jerky...

What a wonderful time of year...

Love these guys

Dangers of working on a set.

That’s what I said.