I think about pokemon in non-battle situations a lot. Like pokemon who have been trained/raised to be helpers and assistants than to be battle partners.
Pokemon visiting hospitals to cheer patients up like dogs and cats do. Or ones that help kids learn to read, speak, swim, go through therapy?! Even pokemon who’s abilities help owners with specific disabilities?!
I love thinking of pokemon outside of battle situations.
The next time a man starts yelling at you, cut him off and tell him you just can’t talk to him when he’s being so emotional.
I have done this and can confirm that is a LOT of fun to watch them implode afterward.
Bonus points: Tell them you think it’s cute when they get so angry.
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ladies and gentlemen, the american education system
My school apparently ran out of toilet paper a few weeks ago and my Spanish teacher was telling the girls to keep a roll in their purses and the guys to keep a roll in our backpacks. North American Education system.
this is basically any public school in the world tbh
After the Chantry goes boom, Hightown goes to complete and utter shit very fast. Fires spread out from the explosion, panicked mages end up running anywhere and everywhere to hide from the templars and abominations and demons end up filling the streets, and Kirkwall as a whole is just in chaos.
When the events of the Gallows are over and Hawke & company make a run for ‘bela’s ship (if Hawke supported the mages ofc), every last sex worker and waitress from the Blooming Rose is waiting at the docks, ready to get the fuck out of this mess while they’ve got the chance.
And that is where Isabela gets her new crew.
#jethan hunts for booty (via bebopbeats)
pls marry me
Alistair is the kind of man that is extremely scared of saying “I love you”, because he doesn’t want it to be meaningless. He wants to be sure that the feelings are returned, because he couldn’t bear the unrequited love; he also wants to be certain of his own feelings, because you just don’t say that when you don’t really mean it, right?
But when he finally says it, he says it all the time. Before a fight, after a fight. Before, during, after making love. He whispers it when they’re alone, the Warden lying against his chest, his lips brushing against their ear, the words as soft as a caress. He says it in between chuckles, when the Warden does something that’s not very graceful (later on, he’ll think ‘What a perfect match we make!’). When the Warden is hurt, and Wynne is doing her best to heal their wounds, his voice breaks when the words come out, no matter how often that happened in the past, no matter how many times the Warden got better before. He says it when the Warden can’t hear, when they’re still asleep at the break of dawn while he’s been awake for hours. He says it with his fingers, drawing each letters on the Warden’s skin, hoping to leave a trace that will last, no matter what happens.
How to Love a Runaway Slave — Fenris/unspecified
one. Be prepared for him to surprise you often. He is used to walking softly, so as not to accidentally be mistaken for a person rather than furniture. This is not a habit he is likely to shed.
two. Use his name. It may have been given to him, but it is his and his alone, and there are very few things in his life of which that is true.
three. When the slavers come, take up your blade, but let him put his own to use as well. This is his battle, and it is for his freedom. If another fights it for him, it is meaningless. Stand beside him, not in front of him.
four. Ask. Listen to his answer. “May I kiss you?” “Do you like this?” “What do you think?” When he answers with no, nod and change the topic. Respect boundaries. Respect opinions. His thoughts are things of endless value; treat them accordingly.
five. When he looks to you, in the low and flickering light of the single fire in his ruined mansion, and whispers, “I am yours,” shake your head, look him in the eye, and tell him: “No. You are your own.”
Anders: What is it with you archers and your grandfathers’ bows?
Anders: Did none of you get along with your fathers?
Sebastian: What is he talking about?