Communications

[Text to Tyrion]
>>You still stuck to the little bint?

( James Potter. )

[Texts to Robert Baratheon]
>> My daughter might be gay. I suppose it's better than Theon Greyjo I have no experience with this outside that one time we did Macbeth 30-odd years ago.
>> Either that or she's becoming a camera whore just like you I don't know how you deal with all this media attention, even if they publish papers that are about as reputable as The Sun. It's absurd.

>> Knock knock.

[PM to Emma Frost]

You're a fucking bitch

I don't even know if that was really you

Who DOES that to someone

eighteen months in a black cell

I had a son and he feels real but he never existed

What kind of person are you?

[PM to Obi-wan]

I know you're not going to like this, but I need to know where more of those fights are being held.

[PM to Pete Wisdom that was never actually sent]

You were right about the fucking terminator

>> Okay, now Gryffindor means something.
>> You were there, and the hat, and the tables. Way to dream infect me.

It's time to honor male role models and shit! So, some cards get set around: Click the cuts to open them!

( for wrex )

( for clint )

And for Oliver! Which actually comes to his door via the classic game of Ding Dong Ditch
( this says it all, really )

>> I... keep having the most vivid nightmare.
>> Does the name Galaxia mean anything to you?

Dearest tart of a sister,

Hello, from the bedroom. From where I am angrily punching my fingertips onto a keyboard, because I'm hacked off at you and don't want to see your face ever again, you dirty occultist sibling stalker.

Because I can't be arsed to do it myself, I'm shirking this onto you. Please inform our smelly, insane father that I wish to extend him a 'happy' FUCK YOU day, and I hope that he lights himself on fire, since no one in their right bloody mind would piss on him to put the fire out.

Also, his housing bill's been pre-paid for the month.

Oh, and I want eggs and bangers and toast soldiers, because you've inconvenienced me.

Absolutely NO love,

Pete.

P.S. - Get off Thurman's couch and go home.

( Varric )

( For Carver )

( For Carver's twin sister )

( For Hawke )