Aveline and I have the same idea about flirting. “I need…. I need three goats..”
Dragon Age 30 Day Challenge
2. Favorite characterIt’s no secret to anyone who was within reach of gchat during my first Dragon Age II playthrough that Aveline is my favorite.
She’s bullheaded, doesn’t make time for anyone’s injured pride, and gives no quarter for anyone who would hurt those closest to her. She’s loyal and determined but also sometimes sad and insensitive. She can be remarkably dense to the motivations of others and adheres to a very rigid, personally defined moral code, though one that differs from your classic Paladin. She has complicated feelings about family, a realistic outlook on love, and an (eventual) unflagging faith in her own abilities. She can be aggressively motherly, but in a very Mrs. Weasley way. She worries about her image, about being a good role model. She keeps her personal business personal. She finds Isabela’s flagrant sexual maneuvering embarrassing and offensive, but eventually comes to accept that as a valid path and choice for someone she grudgingly considers a friend. She’s not exactly close-minded but warily approaches change, confident in how she sees the world and uncomfortable with having her assumptions challenged.
These facets of her character and her personal developments are only available to the player if they take the time to look for them. Aveline is, of all the party, the easiest to overlook. She seems simple, gruff and unyielding, but it’s all a front. Aveline’s a secret woobie, and, for real, my favorite Dragon Age character.
I had this idea to do some sort of quasi-Charles Atlas ad, but with everyone’s favorite guard captain.
Though I’m sure Merrill would have lobbed a fireball or two to help out.
I went browsing the Aveline tag, and I was not disappointed. This is so adorbs. ;____;
On this day in 1430, Joan of Arc was taken prisoner. She was sold to the English for 10,000 francs. Richard Beauchamp, Earl of Warwick kept her guarded day and night. He believed her to be an evil witch- ‘the disciple and limb of the fiend’.
image: Paul Delaroche, Joan of Arc in Prison, 1824
Come Undone by Beth Cavener Stichter
A gallery of ceramic sculpture. It’s rare to feel as if an animal can possess you — inhabit your body, mind and spirit as if it were a new lover exploring all your real and artificial selves. Dress your dogs and cats with as many sweater vests, booties and hats as you want; they’ll never come close to the hybrid human qualities that seductively inhabit the work of Beth Cavener Stichter. This might be, in part, because she views her stone sculptures as portraits — of people she has met briefly in passing or good friends or family. She doubles the uncanny moment by acknowledging that these creatures are self-portraits as well, since the very act of interpreting another’s actions, facial expressions, and intentions says — and betrays — much more about our own fears and desires than the other person. We rarely acknowledge or intellectually wrestle with this flash-fiction judgment that we impose onto friends and strangers alike.
I never knew true annoyance until I realized some people really don’t realize how Aveline’s and Isabela’s friendship works.
Maybe they’re more buddy-buddy than I realize, but I basically separated them after Aveline kept calling Isabela a whore during the end of Act 2. Ladies slut-shaming other ladies upsets me greatly.
Relationship science has a long way to go in trying to understand close relationships within the LGBT community, such as whether any of the processes that contribute to well-being in our relationships are different from others’, and if so, what different needs there might be. This is something that I’m trying to address with my research.
This study has been reviewed and approved by the University of Rochester’s Institutional Review Board.
Here’s a link that’s easier to use: https://www.surveymk.com/s/6M66QNT?c=tmblr
Thanks so much!
David
I took this, and it was pretty okay. I’m interested to see how Kiwi’s answer compare.
This thought pleases me so. There’s something about soft textures and bright colors that soothes me.
And I realize only now that my tendency to define colors by their texture is probably weird? A lot of the ways that I think and talk about colors are probably weird because I don’t have a proper art education.
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