me2 crewmate: *runs directly in front of me while i’m shooting*
me2 crewmate: friendly fire shepard!!
I missed you so much….
Roses of Skyrim
"Join the Inquisition? No, I’m babysitting recruits with the Warden-Commander. Have fun."
The gift fic that keeps on giving.
On Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/576906/chapters/5111387
"When someone gets to 63 I imagined, hoped, I suppose, that maturity would grant an immunity to adolescent notions of suicide but today I read that suicide isn’t exclusively a young man’s game. Robin Williams at 63 still hadn’t come to terms with being Robin Williams."
Amidst the tragedy of losing someone so colorful and eccentric and loved, it’s so important to remember the reason for his death and to acknowledge something that is rarely taken into account by the world at large: that mental illness isn’t glamorous or romantic or a youthful cowardice used as an excuse to escape life. You never know the extent of someone’s struggle. No one is immune, no matter how acclaimed they may be. If there is anything to be gained from such a loss, I hope it’s a greater understanding of what it means to be mentally ill and the immensely lonely weight it can have on even the most celebrated life. RIP Robin Williams.