cookieroach: impuretale: cookieroach: Know...

It's a fiction, not a moral treatise.

I'm a 27 year-old Instructor of Argument. It is my job to teach incoming college students that talking smack professionally is about having an opinion and backing it up. I teach young adults not only to have opinions, but to have a VOICE in their community and in the world at large. I inspire, I discourse, and I geek out.

I know I have a few people that follow me because of my political discussions, but you should know I also blog and reblog things for fun. I'm into fandom; it's part of my life. Don't be surprised if you see stuff about Disney, or kittens, or even my own artwork. Sometimes, I need to not be so serious.

15th February 2012

Post reblogged from LammyK with 38 notes

cookieroach:

impuretale:

cookieroach:

Know what. I’ll go ahead and say,

that the Hero of Skill’s hands must give

the best

fucking

massages.

Probably. But I also think that Reaver might be too lazy/selfish to give one :| “Now, ducky, when did I ever give you the impression that any of this was about you?”

AGREE. It’d be a fucking privilege just a few chosen ones would be lucky to experiment. And no one would believe them anyway. If they were still alive after it.

I’m fairly certain there are at least a few more extremely exotic strains of normally common venereal diseases in the world (and some thought to no longer even exist), from people he’s done the nasty with, sans protection that walked away alive and perhaps slightly more miserable for it. (And I say this as someone who has had their character contract an STD just from sleeping in his bed.)

Source: cookieroach