Steve from Blues Clues can be really calming. What about him?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaa my eldest kids used to watch that...repeatedly.....for hours.....which I had to endure while feeding the babies as couldn't reach remote.....oh no now I've got the theme song in my head. and mumumoowwww! (done in Blue's voice and if you haven't heard Blue...ummm never mind. )
A little comic I'm sure some people here can relate to in regards to spoilers and Solas.
Spoiler
Artist's comments:"I avoided spoilers as much as possible when the “dread wolf”, “fen’harel”, “omg solas” tags emerged from the darkness. BUT NOTHING COULD HAVE PREPARED ME TO THIS SHOCK"
Hah! I didn't go to any site at all to avoid spoilers before I finished the game. Then the game ended and I was like "!?!? WTFOMG" ... then I messaged the only friend of mine who was also playing DAI and the conversation went like this:
Me: DID YOU FINISH THE GAME?!
Him: Nah, not yet
... *a few days pass* ...
Me: DID YOU FINISH THE GAME?!
Him: Oh, yeah I finished it.
Me: SOLAS IS FEN'HAREL!!!!
Him: Yeah, I don't follow the lore, I don't know who that is.
Me: *head explodes* ... *facepalm*
I'll have you know, doing a face palm after your head explodes is hard. And messy.
I completely avoided spoilers as well so was totally blown away. I'm not good at reading people, so Blackwall's revelation took me by surprise too.
Uggh. Nothing is going right today, and I'm sick, AND it's rainy outside which usually makes me happy oddly enough. Not today though.
This is how I feel right now.
Spoiler
"Low Man's Lyric"
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
Theres a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall cause I let go
The net below has rot away
So my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
And I cry, to the alley way
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
The one I've broken, to match my face
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bare to see
What I've let me be
So wicked and worn
So as I write to you (yeah)
Of what is done and to do (yeah)
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
Please forgive me
So low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
Uh, there's a dog mentioned. There, Solas related. Oh, and it talks about hobos and trash fire. Sounds like Solas to me. And he's sad, so I can relate to that. Bam, Solas song. Get at me.
Wait, actually, this song has a lot of Solassy themes. Especially "my eyes seek reality". Yay I win. Today still sucks arse though.
Yep, my husband noticed my new t-shirt (The Tower) and asked why the wolf had so many eyes. I just shrugged. There's no point explaining. He tunes me out immediately if I start talking about fiction. He played DAO once when it came out and loved it, but he's moved on and has no interest in Thedas or what becomes of The People.
Yep, my husband noticed my new t-shirt (The Tower) and asked why the wolf had so many eyes. I just shrugged. There's no point explaining. He tunes me out immediately if I start talking about fiction. He played DAO once when it came out and loved it, but he's moved on and has no interest in Thedas or what becomes of The People.
Happy birthday Taelaa!!!
It's just tough sometime... But at least we have the internet and we can share stuff here far from the madding crowd.
I am attempting to describe a deity arriving in a puff of smoke...
This is getting tricky...
Black mist swirled and bubbled over the stone railing, climbing like a living thing onto the deck. Athenriel felt fear grip her heart for an instant before it was gone, replaced by action. She dove across the room to her staff, which was propped up against bookshelves by her desk. Even as she moved, the mist swirled into a vortex as tall as a man. She wrapped her fingers around the neck of her staff and spun to have the doors as they swung open of their own accord. The mist bled away, leaving behind a figure silhouetted against the moon washed mountains.