Gina
29 and unfortunately a grownup
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I have a crying need to sit in a circle with other nerds talking about each other’s Wardens in a way that doesn’t spoil me for the possible endings because dammit I want to hear about mage elves and Dalish elves and city elves and human rogues and dwarf nobles but I don’t want to be spoiled alas

hahaha OOOPS Leliana just told me she loved me and then I was blushing madly IRL at my computer, especially when Alistair was like “UM SO is this a thing cause you guys seem pretty madly in love” and I was sitting there going “NO NO THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS JUST BEING FRIENDLY oh god why.”  Luckily I had saved right before that happened so I just popped backwards and avoided taking those same dialogue options.  Whew, that was close!  Some day, Leliana, some day, but not today.

At times she finds her mind wandering, her focus shifting when it should not.  Here in the Deep Roads, Dis knows she should be attuned to the darkspawn presence in these empty, winding tunnels; she knows she should be thinking, ever as always, of the end of the Archdemon.  The memory of her last vision still sends her blood chilling.
Yet she sometimes finds those things shifting, for just a second, into the background.  It is a process against her will.  In those brief interludes she is ashamed to realize it is Alistair who takes her attention, and lately it is not his cheery smile or the way his shoulders carry his armor that catches her attention.
It is that worry, dark and pressing, larger than both of them, digging its talons deep into the quiet moments they steal together.  The worry that neither of them has named since Arl Eamon rose from his deathbed, the worry that twists her stomach, that casts Alistair’s eyes down to the ground.
The kingship.
Dis knows little of human politics, but of this much she is certain: their kings do not take dwarves as wives.  She is angry at herself for caring about this fact, but her anger does not make the inevitable conclusion any less painful.
At times she glances up at Alistair, and though he meets her gaze it seems brief at best.  Yet he does not speak of it, and neither does she.

At times she finds her mind wandering, her focus shifting when it should not.  Here in the Deep Roads, Dis knows she should be attuned to the darkspawn presence in these empty, winding tunnels; she knows she should be thinking, ever as always, of the end of the Archdemon.  The memory of her last vision still sends her blood chilling.

Yet she sometimes finds those things shifting, for just a second, into the background.  It is a process against her will.  In those brief interludes she is ashamed to realize it is Alistair who takes her attention, and lately it is not his cheery smile or the way his shoulders carry his armor that catches her attention.

It is that worry, dark and pressing, larger than both of them, digging its talons deep into the quiet moments they steal together.  The worry that neither of them has named since Arl Eamon rose from his deathbed, the worry that twists her stomach, that casts Alistair’s eyes down to the ground.

The kingship.

Dis knows little of human politics, but of this much she is certain: their kings do not take dwarves as wives.  She is angry at herself for caring about this fact, but her anger does not make the inevitable conclusion any less painful.

At times she glances up at Alistair, and though he meets her gaze it seems brief at best.  Yet he does not speak of it, and neither does she.

I am having a disappointing day and am gonna whine about it.

I am finally doing The Grownup Thing of getting my oil changed (which uhhh I sort of put off doing the whole time I’ve had my car lol), so I decided to try the place by my house. I got there a few mins late and saw parking on the street where I’ve parked before, so pulled in there. I was not at the shop for more than 3 minutes before I got a ticket because apparently it’s street cleaning time (no cleaner has appeared yet) and the sign was several car lengths away from my car.

$73 to LA, yay. So I just started sort of oozing tears on the sidewalk and have been oozing them for the past hour because I’ve never had a parking ticket before and I’m mad at myself and mad that apparently there is a ticket person stalking the auto place to catch people (the mechanic who got my car and found the ticket said he’s gotten four himself) and mad I gotta pay money to LA which I hate. See attached photo of me trying to fight back tears. Also what the hell is wrong with me? I am almost 30 years old, my first parking ticket should not leave me wiping away tears in public, but there you have it. :(

Then I got my hair cut and that went great! (See photo of me with cute hair, smiling-but-not-really.) But I went to the newish cafe down the street to get a bagel and tea to treat myself, and they have no bagels, only ridiculously sugary pastries (not in a good way) and scones with raisins in, so I just got a tea and have been petulantly sitting out at their cafe table eating a granola bar I had in my purse so I don’t get an upset stomach from drinking caffeine without breakfast.

So aside from my cute hair this has been a stupid day off and I can’t wait to go back home and play Dragon Age and listen to Morrigan and Wynne and everyone really make fun of Alistair.

*is sad because I want a bunch of people to talk about Dragon Age with, but I don’t want to follow people who post DA stuff because I’ll inevitably get spoiled for a game that’s been out like 7 years*

apeacebone asked
A thick leather bound field guide of the birds (and dragons) of Thedas.

Damn right!  Can one specialize as a nerd warden???  XD

I just learned on the Dragon Age wiki that giving Alistair the hand puppet early on in the game (because my version of the game came with all the DLCs) might have eliminated certain dialogue I could have gotten with him in his romance :(  I feel like I have gamed all wrong, man!  I guess someday I’ll have to romance him puppetless, but I didn’t know, I swear :(  I gave him that thing like right after Lothering, too!  I was wondering why the romance seemed so fast… and why all my companions were so friendly to me right away… goddammit.  :-/

gunwieldingspacebitch:

If I was a Bioware character and you wanted to gain my affection,

what kind of present would you give me?

(Source: mistressandry)

that nagging fear that maybe you just shouldn’t play Dragon Age because surely nothing will end happily and you can’t bear the idea of your stocky little dwarf Warden dying or otherwise having something awful happen to her, and you definitely can’t bear the idea of anything happening to that puppy-eyed goober Alistair, and maybe you just should not and say you did because Bioware.

dreadpiratekhan:

A Swedish woman hitting a neo-Nazi protester with her handbag. The woman was reportedly a concentration camp survivor. [1985]

Volunteers learn how to fight fires at Pearl Harbor [c. 1941 - 1945]

A 106-year old Armenian woman protecting her home with an AK-47. [1990]

Komako Kimura, a prominent Japanese suffragist at a march in New York. [October 23, 1917]

Erika, a 15-year-old Hungarian fighter who fought for freedom against the Soviet Union. [October 1956]

Sarla Thakral, 21 years old, the first Indian woman to earn a pilot license. [1936]

Voting activist Annie Lumpkins at the Little Rock city jail. [1961]  
(freakin’ immaculate)
Source with more wonderful photos

dreadpiratekhan:


A Swedish woman hitting a neo-Nazi protester with her handbag. The woman was reportedly a concentration camp survivor. [1985]

Volunteers learn how to fight fires at Pearl Harbor [c. 1941 - 1945]

A 106-year old Armenian woman protecting her home with an AK-47. [1990]

Komako Kimura, a prominent Japanese suffragist at a march in New York. [October 23, 1917]

Erika, a 15-year-old Hungarian fighter who fought for freedom against the Soviet Union. [October 1956]

Sarla Thakral, 21 years old, the first Indian woman to earn a pilot license. [1936]

Voting activist Annie Lumpkins at the Little Rock city jail. [1961]  

(freakin’ immaculate)

Source with more wonderful photos

Adult women are now the largest demographic in gaming

dailydot:

Congratulations, gamer girls—you’re officially at the top of the food chain when it comes to games. A new study released by the Entertainment Software Association has revealed that adult women now occupy the largest demographic in the gaming industry. Women over 18 made up a whopping 36 percent of the gaming population, followed by adult men at 35 percent.