I knocked over the tub of greenies and helped myself while they were being cleaned up because I'm a cat.

The Void says: Y u picture me?

Been binging Breaking Bad. Bob Odenkirk is just so good.

Thatch: I can hear the First Warden now: "I turn my back on you and the next thing I know you're running around in feathery bikinis on sunny beaches!"

Obligatory shot of Thatcher in the Battlekini. Not bad for a roofer.

Dwarves and their big ass mauls

Rook: Wanna rub our flints together? Harding: Thatch...you have lost your marble. Bellara: There are definitely more solid pick up lines than that, Rook.

I just realized this is Santa Claus

I imagine Bellara, Merrill, and Minaeve doing their monster experiments and it turns into the transporter scene from Galaxy Quest. Irelin is like:

Harding: Ooh! And we went to the Memorial Gardens. Is it bad I find that place kind of...romantic? Cassandra: No...that is a...popular spot. Harding: Did you ever? Cassandra: ...No. Harding: Not even once? Cassandra: ... Harding: *Squints* Cassandra: *Sigh*

Thatch crackin jokes in the Deep Roads and Lace is like: Omg rly

Another queer movie cover. Claire Of The Deep Roads

Natalie: Ooh and then Lace showed up with Thatcher and I swear they'd been holding hands. Josephine: Thank the Ma--I mean. I'm so glad our friends are getting along so well.

Now I'm running with the idea that she was robbed by someone in the Threads and that's really why she's a huge Tevenephobe. She tried to sic Leliana on him, but Leliana ran into Neve, got a crush and decided to investigate rather than stab.

The First Warden, being the only human in the room (Thatch took Harding and Davrin to unlock Hossberg), screeching at and attempting to gaslight all of us about the Blight feels particularly real at the moment.

Isabela is like Jack: I always squee when I see her.

Thatch

Now kiss

Harding's chiseled glutes for science.

There is a spider on the ceiling.

The bagel of adorable destruction. She finally wore herself out.

Missy murder mittens. In her defense, i was irritating her.

Timeline cleanse

My cat thinks I'm a cat and gets upset I can't cat with her because I'm not actually a cat. The curse of my existence is being able to communicate with cats even though we don't speak the same language.

Timeline cleanse.

Apparently, I can lift a 200lb cast iron sink with one hand. Maybe I should be thinking about trying out for the kettle toss at the Highland Games. I'm not even a teensy bit Sco'ish that I know of tho.

Thatcher. She grew up admiring the Legion of the Dead. When she was rejected (Orzammar "lost" the letter she wrote to them), she joined the Grey Wardens. The red paint is in honor of the Wardens lost at Ostagar.

Flirting with Jooosieee Josie is like: She is so kind. And um...very good with that giant axe. I should order some more bandages just in case she cuts herself...*scribble scribble*

Natalie has cake and because she married a Montilyet, it is by the ocean.

Minrathous' finest.

I got an urge to kiss Neve as a girl. Then, this shot: Gwynn having her Xena Warrior Princess moment with the Winter From Tevinter. Hnnngh. Neve: I always imagined what it would be like to kiss one of the city guards. A nice one.

If Cal wasn't trying to save the world from amok running gods, he would be carving miniature recreations of the figureheads of famous ships.

I haven't figured out a romance yet for Cal. I'm leaning toward Emmerich, Davrin, and Bellara. We'll see what he decides though.

Calypso Ingellvar

I dreamt a dream of a Warden run I have not played it yet and thought it could be fun This face has come to me in many iteration Perhaps, this time, a dwarf will save her from save obliteration Meet Thatcher Thorne

Cat ownership means she gets the comfy chair and I get the parade chair while I game.

I was going to play a game.

My BioWare romances: DAO: Leliana (I've played Morrigan too) DA2: Isabela DAI: Josie (I've played Cass too) DATV: Taash (Belle, Neve) ME 1-3: Liara (Ashley) MEA: Keri T'Vessa

If you see this, do it! ☆ Pronouns: She/her ☆ Height: 5'10". ☆ Zodiac: Taurus ☆ Smoke: Yeah ☆ Tattoos: 0 ☆ Piercings: Not anymore ☆ Fav color: Black and slightly darker black ☆ Fav drink: Hot: coffee Cold: Lemonade Specialty: Arnold Palmer

Marian Hawke/Aveline: It would be the 2 mascs on the softball team in a floppy novel romance. Marian is the confident thirst trap and Aveline is the obviously gay unsure hottie trapped in heteronormative hell trope. Call it Nice Friday Night Lights For An Evening

There was no cat on the bed when I went to the kitchen 2 seconds prior to this. I swear she blips into subspace and then reappears like the starship Discovery.

Threnn to Wynaelora:

Cat