Reblog if you post Dragon Age / Cullen Rutherford / Alistair Theirin

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(for @alistairappreciationweek)

It’s N7 Day 🌌 Say KEELAH SELAI 🙏 ⛪ to your friends and shove an ENTIRE mass relay 🚀✊ up your ass 🍑 😩 👍💯💫 and don’t forget to grab the nearest Turian DICK 🍆👌 in calibration 🎉…. Er… Celebration 🎉 🎉 🎉

I’ll let you get back to work.

reblog if you like Alistair Theirin 

(I want to follow more people who like him)

(bye)

CONFESSION: 

This likely an unpopular opinion but I am perectly fine with the Warden not returning. I understand the amount of resources it would take, the voice actors, the cost. And people in this fandom need to face a cold hard reality. If they did bring back the Warden,the MAJORITY of the fandom would complain because it would not be to their very high expectations. Change is part of life and people need to accept that even when it comes to games. I have enjoyed each protagonist. They have their strengths and weaknesses which makes each of them special. I am looking forward to the future protagonist we will be playing. And I am sure they will be as unique as the previous 3. I’m sorry but I just can’t be part of the Lets bother the Writers/developers until they relent and bring back the Warden gang. The Warden along with the other protagonists all have a special place in my heart but its time to move on. 

Completely agree. Certain people bitch about fan service then hound the the devs because they want their Warden bought back. 

I’d rather they didn’t waste resources on trying to cover all eventual outcomes for the Warden and gave us a really cracking DA4. I do, however, want to know what happened with finding a cure, something that has been bugging me all week. It’s a storyline they need to tie off, preferably in a meaningful conversation rather than a codex.

Headcanon: Cullen Rutherford is the type of boyfriend who knows not to say anything when you’re grumpy, and just give you food instead. 

Yes! But he wasn’t always that way. The first time he encountered your grumpy mood, he asked what’s wrong, and got rewarded with a string of complaining that ended with a pint of ice cream.

Now he just hands you the pint and a spoon, and slowly removes himself from your vicinity until you feel better.

Then returns later once you’ve calmed down/cheered up a little just to give you a massive hug.

It got better :D

Then, he gently asks if you want to talk about anything, and if you do, he doesn’t try to solve your problems. He just listens sympathetically. When you’re done, he asks if he can help in any way and accepts your answer either way.

Hehehe this post keeps on giving

*cracks knuckles*

He knows you. Knows the way you come up when your angry, knows that when you come down you need to bleed that energy away.

It’s soft at first, fingers entwined together, lips caressing, tongue softly exploring but he knows you need. No you crave more. Clothes are discarded with little regard and in a flash he has you, just like you want. Pinned under him, his shirt tossed away, taut muscles heaving under sharp intakes of air. He’s drowning in your scent and you’re floating so high in the swirl of his intoxicating smell you are lost.

It’s rough and wild. Positions changing back and forth. A struggle for dominance that drives the fire to burn hotter. White hot as he tips you over the edge. You nearly scream his name and he wants more. His goal is to leave you a mess coiled around his frame and he is working at a frantic pace.

Time seems to stand still as he plays. His hands know you, know each hidden zone that brings you to a high no drug can match. He wants you drunk on his power, his control over you because he knows you want it, need it like air.

When he catches that glossy glint of sweat that clings to your body, that high whine that you can’t handle it anymore, that’s when he gives in to his need. But not so easily. He slides into you, so slowly you want to tear your hair out. It’s all too much and not enough, every nerve is screaming from the dizzying build up he’s works you into.

Rolling his hips, his eyes are peering into your soul, laying you barer than when the Maker made you. Another element to this euphoria that sets you on the razors edge. He hums, a firm snap of his hips, skin on slick skin and you are near breathless.

“My love,” he purrs through gasping breaths and that is enough. You are sent hurling over the edge of the abyss as he growls and plows into you harder yet still. He is riding your wave, and through clouded vision you see him throw his head back as he buries himself a deeply inside of you as he can before he too is overcome.

He recovers quicker than you and taking you into his arms he heads to your bedroom. Laying together he sighs deeply, “feel better?” His fingers are threading through your hair, warm and tender.

“Much,” is all you can manage as you snuggle into him. He know what you need and you are sated for the moment.

Confession: I want to snuggle up with Cullen in a big pile of pillows and blankets and just cuddle with until I’m a little less of an anxious wreck and, more importantly, so that Cullen can maybe get some sleep without having nightmares.cc

“Just stand there and look pretty.”

It isn’t hard for him

Favorite romance for Dragon Age: Inquisition?

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When u look so bad a homie comes in just to roast you

IM DYING