Dragon Age
Aveline is telling Fenris off for being scruffy and squatting. Precious babies.

Also, JFC Fenris why do you keep freaking out and staring at your feet while stepping from side to side? They are just feet.

Playing through Dragon Age
Came across this bit of script -

Varric - Daisy will you please stop cutting across alleys in Lowtown on your own at night?
Merrill- Nothing ever happens, I'm perfectly safe
Varric - and that nothing is costing me a fortune.

So, Varric is paying for Merrill to be followed and kept untroubled? This and a few more of their background conversations are making me ship.

Need website name advice
Loveless butterfly
Hey all - I'm making a website that should hopefully help with job seeking and obtaining after my degree and/or provide a small amount of revenue for me while I study. It will be ancient history focused and will have three parts - one where I blog about my history work on a day to day/ week to week basis - teaching, museum work etc. The second part is where I'm offering small amounts of Latin translation or checkthroughs, so if someone is getting a tattoo they won't get the passive where they want the subjunctive, or the Latin version of 'noodle soup' a la a lot of the Chinese tattoos one sees floating around these days. This service will extend to club mottos as well, those sorts of things, for a small fee. The final part will be as a historical consulting service - so if someone wants to check their resources for writing a book/play/film they can shoot me an email to make sure they are writing an accurate portrayal of antiquity.

The only thing I'm not sure about is the name of the site, which is where I'd like your advice! I'm considering ConsultingHistorian.co.uk but it doesn't feel quite right to me, so any suggestions would be fantastic.

Thank you, and hope you are all doing well.

I have so many feelings about cars.
happy cloud
I went to a classic car show today and stared at all the cars like creeps stare at people's butts. They were all so beautiful, and about a third of people had popped their hoods so you could see the engine and they polished the engines, which were also beautiful. 
  • I got to sit in a Daimler century conquest roadster 1954 of which only 47 were ever made and the guy owned five of them

  • FIVE.

I love classic cars and I'm filled with manic glee every time I see one or get to sit in one - my best friend owns a morris minor so we visit a lot of classic car shows to perv on. and the people who show their cars are really pleasant and informative - I like cars, but I don't know too much about them, but if I ask they are really happy to explain.


I'm revising my Latin over the summer - the word for high and deep is the same, altus, a, um (masc, fem, neu) and I think that is lovely.

Read all about it
I hate when you finish a book series and suddenly there is no more - there is a definite end, all tied up, and you're happy for the characters, but they're gone, walking ahead of you without a wave goodbye. You can read the books again, but you know what is to come and they're not with you again, not properly.

Morose. I've just finished the Farseer books by Robin Hobb and they were excellent, but saddening.

Packing up my room to go home for the summer.
I doubt I'm the only one who starts packing then discovers this amazing thing that they've lost - this magnificent thing! Of course I must wear it/play with it/read it right now. Productivity, wherefore art thou?

In other news my http://asofterfinalfantasy.tumblr.com/ blog has started up again - I had lost my photoshop, which is why the huge hiatus, but I've downloaded a 30 day trial which I'll hold on to for as long as I can.

Here is one of my favourite I've made so far: law school

Well, he was a judge, right?

My second favourite must be posted also -poop

... I couldn't resist.

Hope all is well with everyone :)

What if...
 ... someone wrote a DA2/FFXII crossover where the Solidors and Bunansas were Kirkwall nobility? Where Aveline was Landisian? Where the demons who possessed mages were actually  Occuria? Links between the Garif/Qunari, nethicite/Lyrium?

All of the above?
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Read Richard Siken
If you read poetry, if you don't, read this man. 

Richard Siken

You saved my life he says   I owe you everything.

You don’t, I say, you don’t owe me squat, let’s just get going, let’s just get gone, but he’s


keeps saying  I owe you, says  Your shoes are filling with your own damn blood,

you must want something, just tell me, and it’s yours.

          But I can’t look at him, can hardly speak,

I took the bullet for all the wrong reasons, I’d just as soon kill you myself, I say.

You keep saying  I owe you, I owe… but you say the same thing every time.

          Let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.

Not because I don’t believe it, not because I want it any different, but I’m always saving

and you’re always owing and I’m tired of asking to settle the debt.

          Don’t bother.

You never mean it anyway, not really, and it only makes me that much more ashamed.

There’s only one thing I want, don’t make me say it, just get me bandages, I’m bleeding,

          I’m not just making conversation.

There’s smashed glass glittering everywhere like stars. It’s a Western, Henry,

it’s a downright shoot-em-up. We’ve made a graveyard out of the bone white afternoon.

          It’s another wrong-man-dies scenario

and we keep doing it, Henry, keep saying  until we get it right…

but we always win and we never quit, see, we’ve won again, here we are at the place

          where I get to beg for it

where I get to say  Please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our

clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?

          or will I say

Roll over and let me fuck you till you puke, Henry, you owe me this much, you can indulge me

this at least, can’t you?  but we both know how it goes. I say  I want you inside me

           and you hold my head underwater, I say   I want you inside me

and you split me open with a knife. I’m battling monsters, half-monkey, half-tarantula,

I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say  I’ll give you anything.

          But you never come through.

Give me bullet power. Give me power over angels. Even when you’re standing up

you look like you’re lying down, but will you let me kiss your neck, baby? Do I have to

          tie your arms down?

Do I have to stick my tongue in your mouth like the hand of a thief, like a burglary

like it’s just another petty theft? It makes me tired, Henry. Do you see what I mean?

          Do you see what I’m getting at?

You swallowing matches and suddenly I’m yelling  Strike me. Strike anywhere.

 I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search

          my body for the scars, thinking

Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?   I know you want me to say it, Henry,

it’s in the script, you want me to say  Lie down on the bed, you’re all I ever wanted

          and worth dying for too

but I think I’d rather keep the bullet this time. It’s mine, you can’t have it, see,

I’m not giving it up. This way you still owe me, and that’s

          as good as anything.

You can’t get out of this one, Henry, you can’t get it out of me, and with this bullet

lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because

           it’s all I have,

because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your

slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this

          bullet inside me

‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth. Don’t you see, it’s like

I’ve swallowed your house keys, and it feels so natural, like the bullet was already there,

          like it’s been waiting inside me the whole time.

Do you want it? Do you want anything I have? Will you throw me to the ground

like you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands?

          If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Do you know how it ends? Do you feel lucky? Do you want to go home now?

There’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the Chevy and a dead man at our feet

          staring up at us like we’re something interesting.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard,

and make a wish.

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CISPA is the new SOPA
Originally posted by aimmyarrowshigh at CISPA is the new SOPA
Here's their next move: The Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act, or CISPA, would obliterate any semblance of online privacy in the United States.

And CISPA would provide a victory for content owners who were shell-shocked by the unprecedented outpouring of activism in opposition to SOPA and Internet censorship.

The House of Representatives is planning to take up CISPA later this month. Click here to ask your lawmakers to oppose it.

SOPA was pushed as a remedy to the supposed economic threat of online piracy -- but economic fear-mongering didn't quite do the trick.

So those concerned about copyright are engaging in sleight of hand, appending their legislation to a bill that most Americans will assume is about keeping them safe from bad guys.

This so-called cyber security bill aims to prevent theft of "government information" and "intellectual property" and could let ISPs block your access to websites -- or the whole Internet.

Don't let them push this back-door SOPA. Click here to demand that your lawmakers oppose CISPA.

CISPA also encourages companies to share information about you with the government and other corporations.

That data could then be used for just about anything -- from prosecuting crimes to ad placements.

And perhaps worst of all, CISPA supercedes all other online privacy protections.

Please click here to urge your lawmakers to oppose CISPA when it comes up for a vote this month.

Thanks for fighting for the Internet.

-Demand Progress


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