Hey there, my names Paige and this blog is a collection of dumb things I find funny, random nature pics and the occasional fandom post.
greatest weakness:
- any group of flawed but lovable misfits who make a family with each other
Cartoon Network on a real level
Omg
A practical guide to Thedas
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I fell in love with his first EP, Take Me to Church, then From Eden. It was playing a lot in my hair and makeup trailer when I was shooting Mockingjay in Atlanta, and my crew couldn’t believe that it wasn’t an American singer because a lot of Hozier’s music has a real soulful blues, like, delta blues kind of sound. So, they found it amazing that it was an Irish guy. Then, when the shoot for Hunger Games moved to Berlin, luckily, Andy had a gig on so we went to see Hozier in a beautifully small, intimate little venue. And then I met him backstage that night and the rest is history. We’ve become friends and I was really eager and keen to shoot a music video with him. — Natalie Dormer [x]
the shrimp facebook group i am a part of is wild
Lady knights and their trophies for MoCCA fest
do you ever KNOW a rick roll is coming but u click on the link anyways bc ur dead inside and nothing matters go ahead sing it rick, tell me we’re no strangers to love
wanna know what’s good for your soul? video games
I CANT BREATHE
HOLY SHIT
WELP
I’m still writing a post detailing my personal headcanons on what Dalish Weddings and Elvhenan weddings would be like. In the meantime, I wrote out some Dalish Marriage Vows, which I based heavily upon some traditional irish marriage blessings.
Women’s Vows:
Ara lethal’lin, lasan ara’lan sul saota
Lasan ara’sal, sule ha’lam’sal’shiral
Telas ema em, ar giran ara’lan
Y la’var nuvenir, sul’eman emma asahn sul’ema
Telas raja em, ame lan’revas
Y jusul’anan na i’viren isalas
I thai juem on’el rodhe, garal o emma da’lav
Ara dir’vhen’an
Ma juveremas sael’prear or emma dil
Sael davathe or emma hyn
Sasha mar melin julahnan fra nydha
Sasha mar inan juithan fra dhea
Juame mar shalasha, la ane emma
Telam’aven judirtha or em’an
Var vas druast i’em’an, i alinen tel’juhartha ebalasha
Juleanathan i myathan na ove min’sal’shiral, i su uth’then’eraMan’s Vows:
Ara lethal’lan, lasan ara’len sul saota
Lasan ara’sal, sule ha’lam’sal’shiral
Telas ema em, ar giran ara’len
Y la’var nuvenir, sul’eman emma asahn sul’ema
Telas raja em, ame len’revas
Y jusul’anan na i’viren isalas
I thai juem on’el rodhe, garal o emma da’lav
Ara dir’vhen’an
Ma juveremas sael’prear or emma dil
Sael davathe or emma hyn
Sasha mar melin julahnan fra nydha
Sasha mar inan juithan fra dhea
Juame mar shalasha, la ane emma
Telam’aven judirtha or em’an
Var vas druast i’em’an, i alinen tel’juhartha ebalasha
Juleanathan i myathan na ove min’sal’shiral, i su uth’then’eraVows Without Gender:
Ara lethal’len, lasan ara’lin sul saota
Lasan ara’sal, sule ha’lam’sal’shiral
Telas ema em, ar giran ara’lin
Y la’var nuvenir, sul’eman emma asahn sul’ema
Telas raja em, ame lin’revas
Y jusul’anan na i’viren isalas
I thai juem on’el rodhe, garal o emma da’lav
Ara dir’vhen’an
Ma juveremas sael’prear or emma dil
Sael davathe or emma hyn
Sasha mar melin julahnan fra nydha
Sasha mar inan juithan fra dhea
Juame mar shalasha, la ane emma
Telam’aven judirtha or em’an
Var vas druast i’em’an, i alinen tel’juhartha ebalasha
Juleanathan i myathan na ove min’sal’shiral, i su uth’then’eraAs you can see, the only thing that changed between bride and groom, is the gendered pronouns of lan, len and lin.
The Translation
My clan mate, I give you myself to make one from two
I give you my soul, until the end of life’s journey
You cannot have me, I own myself
But while we wish, I give what is mine to give
You cannot command me, I am a free person
But I shall serve you in the ways you need
And the fruit shall taste sweet, coming from my hand
My promise
You shall have the first cut of my meat
The first sip of my wine
Only your name shall I cry during the night
Only your eyes shall I see in the morning
I shall be your armor, as you are mine
No bad words shall be spoken of us
Our bond is sacred with us, and others shall not hear my grief
I shall worship and praise you through this life, and into uth’then’era
Mother, he touches me as if I am
the silver over which he rules.
Mother, he stares at me as if I am
more fearsome than all the creatures
in his kingdom.
Mother, he worships me as if I am the
only goddess he knows.
Mother, he holds me as if I am fragile
but kisses me as if I am stronger than
Atlas himself.
Mother, his eyes are precious stones
I fear they’re worth more than all my
flowers Above.
Mother, his rare smile shines brighter
than Apollo’s sun.
Mother, he tells me I am a queen and
places a crown of flowers and iron and
bones upon my head.
Mother, his laughter is water and I am
the thirstiest I have ever been.
Mother, his touch is golden and I am
rich.
Mother, his anger shakes our kingdom
whole and thrills my very bones.
Mother, he tells me rage is natural and
takes me to his Fields of Punishment to
scream it away.
Mother, he’s shown me even the dead
can bleed and given me control of
justice.
Mother, he’s watched me rip limbs from
the dead and kissed the blood from my
fingers and still found me beautiful.
Mother, his skin is ice and I am melting it.
Mother, he is a maze and I have lost
myself in him.
