zeldathemes
Blog Like An Orlesian Dandy
Roc/19/Hiding in a third floor apartment in Michigan ~ This is a personal/fandom blog - and you may have guessed, but my current obsession is Dragon Age. Mass Effect inevitably shows up and other than that it's inspiration for writing projects, current events, and me screaming at screens to characters who can't hear me.
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oldroots:

the videogame industry is not sexist!!! *unlocks achievement in lollipop chainsaw for looking up the protagonist’s skirt* *unlocks achievement for grabbing a woman’s titty in asura’s wrath* so sick of these social justice warriors ruining games!!!!!!!!!!!!

bubonickitten:

why the hell does anyone even live in kirkwall tbh

it’s like if someone decided to build a city on a fault line next to an active volcano in tornado alley in a region where the giant mosquitoes from jumanji are year-round pests and to top it all off, it’s also haunted

huffposttaste:

williams-sonoma:

We like pound cakes and we can not lie.

Yes and yes.

huffposttaste:

williams-sonoma:

We like pound cakes and we can not lie.

Yes and yes.

susias:

Respect your elders, Howe

  #I might have screamed    #but no one can prove it  
OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE


ofgeography:

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

"hell no," i said. "YOLO. they can’t punish all of us."

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE," and elle said, "did you hear that?"

"hear what?"

that!”

'that' was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU'RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

"mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet."

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

"mollyhall—"

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

"um," said elle, "she’s in the—"

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

darvinasafo:

#Ferguson #Mike Brown

darvinasafo:

#Ferguson #Mike Brown

dualpaperbags:

paulmcfruity:

This Icelandic police force has the most adorable Instagram account 

Meet the Reykjavík Metropolitan Police, serving the capital of Iceland. By the looks of their incredible Instagram account, a normal day includes holding kittens, eating candy and wearing false mustaches.

There’s more where those came from | Follow micdotcom

For the record the Icelandic police are probably the best police force in the world, There has only been one instance where an officer shot and killed a civilian in the entire history of the country (which is nearly a hundred years) and everyone was completely devastated by it, the police especially — because, as made clear in their statements after the incident, they understand their function is to protect the people. Not to mention that their general police go unarmed except for special squads.

Let’s run through some more facts while we’re on the subject: Compared to 31,000+ shooting deaths in the US in 2009, Iceland had… 4, because they have very rigorous screening processes for gun permits. There is very little economic disparity between upper, middle and lower classes, and social welfare programs take care of their people. Drug use affects less than 1% of the population between 15 and 65 years old, and 90% of drug-related court cases are settled with a fine rather than jail time. Violent crime is virtually non-existent. [x]

Iceland is like if you took the entire idea of chill and personified it as an country, and this exemplifies that. 

"Tom’s face while Nicole was describing the movie ‘Mama’ was along the lines of, ‘the fuck type of movies do you watch, woman!’ followed up by ‘you’re strange but I like it.’ eyebrow lift."  [x]

jumpingjacktrash:

lightsharpnesssong:

rahardjoknits:

Handspun evenstar shawl

pattern by Susan Pandorf

diameter: about 62 inches.

yarn: handspun polwarth/silk. 1262.2m. 100g

needle: US 1 (2.25mm)

beads: about 2 full boxes and a little bit from 3rd box of size 8 seed beads dynamites from fire mountain gems.

duration: 5 months to spin the yarn. 4 months to knit the shawl.

Good lord, that is dedication.

wow, that is incredible! and they spun it on a spindle, too, which is waaaaay slower than a spinning wheel. and the beading and everything, wow wow wow!

Intersex babies are not having difficulty with sexual identity or self-image. The parents are, and parental anxiety about the appearance of a child’s genitals should be treated with counseling, not with surgery to the child.
We couldn’t agree more!! Check our our FAQ for more info on intersex Elizabeth Weil (via reproductivejusticeatsfsu)

Favorite Quotes → Mass Effect 3 
↳ Garrus Vakarian

That’s the thing about getting old, Shepard. The platitudes get just as old.
Pretty soon, blind hope is all we’ll have left… and I hate being blind.

kateoplis:

Mexico City: Sex workers gather to commemorate their colleagues who were violently murdered, two days before the Day of the Dead festival.

kateoplis:

Mexico CitySex workers gather to commemorate their colleagues who were violently murdered, two days before the Day of the Dead festival.

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Song: He Mele No Lilo
Artist: Kamehameha Schools Children's Chorus
Album: Lilo & Stitch OST
Played: 2,285,407 times.

takozu:

youjustwaitandsee:

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Fun facts!

This song is a mele (soft, metered song with music) in contrast to an oli (a chant), and translated, it’s a song actually for Chief Kalakaua and Cheifess Lili’ulani. It tells of the beautiful scenery of all the islands, and specifically, a beautiful blooming flower that withstands the summits of each significant peak of Hawaii (including Mauna Kea!). 
If you contrast the words mele and oli, you will hear them (say them outloud!) how soft, and harsh they are respectively. This mele is comprised of mostly soft, flowing words (save for the name of the mountains!) and the combination of those beautiful words used to name beautiful things and the Children’s Chorus is probably what it is.

Peace(fulness) transcends language.

badasserywoman:

Time for some Cassandra, this wait for Inquisition is maddening
One thing i dont get is why people are bitching about how Cass looks, unattractive and manly. pft not every woman has to look perfect and i personally think she looks better now, i wanna tap dat…if its even possible…she better be =3=  But anyway she has a lot more character to her design compared to the other and just looks Badass.
I know i get comments from time to time about OCs like Lupa who started out more…pretty and stuff  and now shes a tank and some thought there was to much masculinity in her. 

badasserywoman:

Time for some Cassandra, this wait for Inquisition is maddening

One thing i dont get is why people are bitching about how Cass looks, unattractive and manly. pft not every woman has to look perfect and i personally think she looks better now, i wanna tap dat…if its even possible…she better be =3=  But anyway she has a lot more character to her design compared to the other and just looks Badass.

I know i get comments from time to time about OCs like Lupa who started out more…pretty and stuff  and now shes a tank and some thought there was to much masculinity in her. 

poupon:

mashapotato:

alexleefitz:

Whoa, way to spoil Dragon Age III for us, Skyrim

,

I’ll show you why skeletons are feared *vindictively rattles*

poupon:

mashapotato:

alexleefitz:

Whoa, way to spoil Dragon Age III for us, Skyrim

,

I’ll show you why skeletons are feared *vindictively rattles*

  #for Z    #I mentioned this