Jason: Alright, Listen Up You Little Shits

TRUEEEE and he yells at me a lot >:(

Solas is so tragic. How did BioWare go ‘we are making an elven trickster god companion’ and then end up with ‘elf benedict cumberbatch negs you asmr’

(Zain slinking in after a night out)

Salim: What did you have?

Zain: Two glasses of lemonade and, like, five mints... :(

Salim: Go to bed.

Zain: Yes sir.

Nick: I've been trying and failing to see the appeal of you, Eric.

Jason: You can’t make everyone like you. You’re not Salim.

Nick: Not everybody likes Salim.

Jason: Who doesn’t?

Nick: What?

Jason: Names, now. Give me their names.

Dude, it’s like Rick went through everyone’s solangelo headcannons and went “uhhhh... yeah, I can do that”

Zain: my baba is great bisexual representation you're lucky to have him if you disagree die

Salim: Is this... normal for them?

Jason: Yeah, trust me, it's normal for everyone, hey Salim, do you wanna... get outta here?

Salim: And go where? Home? We just got here.

Jason: Right... wait did Merwin just come out-?

Merwin: Joey, I'm gonna pretend for a second that you're my wife and that we have children,

do y'all ever reread your own fics from like years ago and realise you've regressed in writing ability because that's how i feel about this fic lmao

Hey y’all, fun fact if you didn’t know, I wrote a fic like ages ago where Salim moves to London, so… if you wanna check that out it’s linked below<3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35081476/chapters/87385063

Jason: ow! son of a bi-

Salim pointing to Zain: Jason! children!

Jason: … iscuit. son of a biscuit.

Nick: nice save.

Jason: yeah. fucking nailed it.

Clarisse: What's up guys? I'm back.

Jason: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Clarisse: Death is a social construct.