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FOR THE DAYS OF MINE WANG WILL SOON BE UPON US ALL, DUE TO 2-DAY DELIVERY.
#ActsofPride Day 11 - Favorite LGBTQIA+ historical figure
āEach time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky, and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.ā -Ā Josephine BakerāØāØ
Tumblr Creatr @Rose contributed this original work based on todayās prompt celebrating the iconic Josephine Baker. The American-born world renowned Black bisexual dancer, actress, singer, civil rights champion, and WWII French resistance agent rose to fame in the 1920s and quickly became one of the most famous entertainers in her adopted home of France. Pablo Picasso and Earnest Hemingway were also huge fans.
The artist told us a little about why Baker inspires her:
āJosephine Baker was hailed as āThe Black Venusā by fellow artists of her time. Though she fled the oppression she faced in America in 1925 to live the majority of her life in France, she returned often to fight for civil rights, speaking alongside Martin Luther King Jr. at the March on Washington. Now more than ever, it is vital to lift up queer Black lives and histories, and Josephineās is one of pure resilience, love, and absolute joyāĀ
Weāre excited to see your favorite LGBTQIA+ historical figures too ā„ļø
i know change.org isnt the most helpful organization tactic in the long run but for something like this i think its worth a shot! The city of Santa Cruz has a long history of being horrible to its homeless population (which isnt surprising but should be...) so please take some time to sign this to help the homeless community of sc out! & spread this around if you can!!
Peregrine looked behind her, panting. Varric was lowering his crossbow, Vivienneās shining golden sword was dissipating into air, and there was Bull, standing tall and streaked with sweat. His great-axe was lodged heavily into the ground, covered in the blood of his people. The Saarebas lay at their feet. His chains were snapped and sizzling, and his fingernails still glowed a faint green from the fight.
Crack.
Periās hand writhed and she let out a blood-curdling scream. It felt like something was ripping her hand in half by the fingers, tearing as far up her arm as possible. The companions were on her in a second, Vivienne brushing her hair from her forehead; Bull clutching her elbow and wrapping a huge arm around her. Varric stood behind her, gripping Bianca a little too tightly until there were faint nail marks in her polished wood. Peregrine was weak: weaker than when she stepped out of the Fade, than after Haven, than after stepping out of the Fade that second time... It would be so easy to sleep, to let darkness take her, to just die.Ā
She looked up at Bull from behind heavy eyelids and reached up to touch his face with her one working arm. He wasnāt crying, but he may as well have been. His jaw was taught and the arms that held her were shaking.
It would be so easy... but there was something stopping her. And it wasnāt just Bull. The Inquisition. She had been no one before it; everyone had been no one. The masses had been forgotten until the Inquisition stepped in, closed the Breach, saved the Empress, gathered supplies, created refuge, quelled two wars, destroyed an ancient magister who sought to destroy the world and close the fucking Breach again. It had given her purpose, friends... power. It had given her Bull. She clenched her teeth.
And he betrayed them.
She didnāt know what Solasās plan was, and she didnāt care. She was ready to fucking murder him.
Groaning, she tried raising herself. Bull gently lifted her instead and placed her on her feet. Panting, sweating and spattered in drying blood, she gripped her staff and stood. She took a slightly scratched ring off her finger and clenched it into Vivienneās hand. āKeep it safe for me, alright?ā she murmured. Vivienneās eyes became wet for a brief moment before she smiled charmingly. āOf course, dear.ā
She limped toward Varric, who sat Bianca on the ground and began to speak. He didnāt get any words out before Peregrine had him wrapped in a one armed hug so tight he couldnāt breathe. His thick arms circled her hips at a similar strength. āYouāre the hero I always wanted to be,ā she whispered into his hair. Large hands tightened into fists near the small of her back and she felt his breathing hitch. As she moved away she touched the side of his face, smiling as tears fell in rivers across her ruddy cheeks. Sheād barely turned to Bull before heād enveloped her.
āIām coming with you, Peri,ā he rumbled.
āNo youāre not. This is something I have to do without you,ā she replied. He lifted her with an arm and kissed her deeply, her toes just touching the ground. She held his face feeling the familiar scars under his left eye, his jaw and his lips. āI love you, kadan,ā he murmured against her neck.
āI love you too, peaches.ā
He moved away from her, limping as though it physically pained him. She wished heād stopped her, torn her away from it all, took off through the miles of Eluvians with her in his arms to safety. But she knew she wouldnāt let him, no matter how much she wanted it. This... business with Solas ended now. Sheād called him friend once. Theyād grown incredibly close, and for the past few years sheād been studying his old papers endlessly trying to find any scrap of a clue as to where he had hidden. Her chamber bookshelves were pushed up against the unfinished mural panel filled with his work and ones on the Fade, known Dalish clans, the habits of nomads and hermits... anything. Sheād sent out scout after scout, put out word as far as her voice could reach, asking about a lone, pale elf with a staff and a small scar on his forehead. Nothing. Not a damn word. And now this. She had to see it to believe it, but if it were true, she would kill him. Their friendship, their bond, made the betrayal immeasurably worse. This was a man sheād trusted, cared for, had helped and protected.
She walked toward the Eluvian, clutching her arm. Without looking behind her, she stepped through. Solas didnāt get to finish his first sentence before she lunged for him, claw and tooth with the express purpose of revenge.
She was told Bull had rushed in after about 20 minutes, having spent half of that time being physically restrained by the other two to stop him from interrupting. Her āconversationā with Solas had only lasted about five anyway, so she was already unconscious from the pain when he arrived. Her left arm was a pile of dust, the mark gone. For the first time in three long years Peregrine wasnāt illuminated at all times by an unearthly green light. Bull tried to shatter the Eluvian Solas had left through in a rage but was knocked back, Varric told her later. āIt would have been funny if you werenāt nearly dead,ā heād said by her bedside. Heād smiled and chuckled, but his eyes were tired. The next day Peregrine marched into the Exalted Council, her phantom fingers clenched. They would become an arm of the Divine, mind the pun, and defeat FenāHarel by any means necessary. Sheād been so close to telling them all to fuck off, but Solas needed to pay. She would, as a beneficial side effect, no longer be Inquisitor. She would be high ranking, sure, with lands and title in Kirkwall, a close friend in the Grand Enchanter, friend and āexā spymaster as the Divine, and a network of Red Jennies at her beck and call. But finally... finally she didnāt have everyoneās lives resting in her lap.
Bull helped her pack and bathe after that day. Even helped her dress. She was still so clumsy. His large hands draped the robes over her shoulders gently, always careful not to touch what was left of her arm for fear of causing her pain. Theyād chosen one of the smaller dragons teeth for their necklace, and he fondled her half as they stood in the warm Orlesian bedroom. āIām sorry for how this all ended, Peri.ā She placed her hand over his, pale and small in comparison.
āI couldnāt have gotten this far without you, Bull,ā she smiled.
āBullshit. You could have destroyed Corypheus with both hands tied behind your back. Defeating Solas with one free hand is basically unfair to the poor fuck,ā he grinned, pointedly looking at her arm. She loathed her new limitation, but Bull
was making it a little easier. She pulled herself close and grabbed his ass in her one good hand, leaning up to kiss him roughly.
āMaybe... just donāt make me have to.ā āDonāt leave me,ā she wanted to scream. āDonāt leave me just yet. Donāt go off killing dragons and getting covered in blood while I struggle to pull on a pair of trousers.ā But that was the good thing about Bull ā it didnāt matter if you screamed it or not, he understood. He always understood. His large grey hands cradled her face and he held his forehead pressed against hers.
āIāll stay with you for as long as you need me, kadan.ā She breathed in deeply, her lungs filling with his promise.
āThank you,ā she whispered back.
Sheād met Varric the day after that as the bustle of caravans and seagulls surrounded them. He was going to catch a boat back to Kirkwall, and she was heading back to Skyhold. They stood on an empty dock and stared out over the dark water; she could see the Breachās scar reflected in it. āI never told you how much I cared about you, Varric,ā she said softly.
āYeah, thatās whatās strange about you ā most declare their love two days in,ā he replied. She cocked her head and ruffled his hair. āHey!ā he grumbled, swatting her away. āThere is a list of women who are allowed to do that and you, Peekaboo, are not on it.ā She raised a hand to her chest, faux-offended.
āNo? Not even after all these years? Iām wounded, Tethras.ā Varric smirked and returned his gaze to the ocean. They stood in silence for a few more minutes before he sighed heavily.
āYou did tell me. Back before Chuckles told you who he really was.ā Peri looked down. Her right hand gently swung its way over until it bumped with Varricās. He seemed hesitant, but took hers in a warm grip that tightened as they stood in silence, watching the waves.
āOnce the Inquisition packs up, I might come make use of the estate. Bull says heāll stay with me as long as I want, but I know heāll dying to be out with the Chargers after a month cooped up helping me tie my laces.ā The dwarf nodded, smiling slightly.
āConsider it a holiday. Youāve fucking earned it.ā A horn blew, signaling the first call to board. Peregrine smiled as Varric let go and turned to face him. She planted a kiss on his forehead. āSafe journey, my friend.ā
āYou too, Peekaboo.ā
They returned to Skyhold, Vivienne in tow. Sheād become rather clucky, fussing over whether Peri was getting enough care, who was in charge of her pain sedation, that carriage is far too rough for her to ride in, etc. Peregrine thought it was sweet... for the first few couple of days. Soon enough though, Vivienne was busying herself with something else. She wouldnāt tell them what it was, hushing any who tried to speak to her about it and almost constantly wandering around with blueprints hovering next to her. The Inquisition wouldnāt be disbanded for another month, officially. They were also allowed to use the fortress as a base indefinitely due to its central location. It was still home to her. Bull grinned as he carried her back up the stairs to the Main Hall. Cole was there, quietly waiting. He held a bouquet of Forget-Me-Nots and lavender, her favourite flowers.
āIām sorry. I knew what he was. But I didnāt know what he wanted to do. He only let me see lies.ā
Peri studied the flowers in her hands before putting them aside and wrapping an arm around the boy, tears pricking her eyes.
āItās not your fault, Cole... donāt ever think itās your fault.ā Cole wrapped his arms tightly around her in response, and they rocked from side to side. āHe lied to all of us.ā
Bull made love to her that night, in that huge bedroom that once belonged to an Inquisitor. She told him to leave all the windows open, even though she was already shivering. She wanted to feel the cold touch of the mountain air and cool linen beneath her as she was wrapped in her loverās heat. As she cried out into the night, enveloped in his body, head dizzy with his scent ā faintly like cool, sweet cream and lemon (heād washed today) ā she felt her ghostly fingers attempt to grip the sheets. Before she could remember she didnāt have a left hand anymore, her dismay was cut short. Their movements had tousled the fabric naturally, but the clump of linen where her hand would have been was sitting rather anomalously...
It looked as though someone had scrunched it up together.
So Iāve been keeping track of the Chrystul Kizer case (a 19 year old black woman charged with killing her abuser when she was 17). You can find the full story here:Ā https://nypost.com/2019/12/18/chrystul-kizer-faces-life-in-prison-for-killing-her-alleged-pedophile-abuser-randy-volar/. In case anyone didnāt know:
-her hearing is set for June 8, 2020
-her bail is set for $400,000Ā
-you can keep updates on her here:Ā https://freechrystul.wordpress.com/2020/03/05/some-good-news-for-chrystul/, as well as find resources to support her. You can write her a letter, sign petitions, etc.
-her family has set up a fundraiser for her here: https://fundrazr.com/FreeChrystulKizer?ref=ab_AdkL5uoLQcdAdkL5uoLQcdĀ Iāve been keeping track of it often, but hardly anyone has contributed! This is what it looks like now:
Not even close to the $45K goal. She needs money not only for court and bail, but also for things afterwards, like therapy.Ā
If you could reblog and share this, that would be great!
Thank you so much for everyone who reblogged this! I was worried, because this post wasnāt showing up in the tags, that it would go unnoticed (special thanks to @sugarbootyā for kickstarting this) Hereās what the fundraising page looks like now:
$9,680. 22% of the goal. Nowhere close, but itās a start. If you guys could continue reblogging and spreading the word, maybe spare a few dollars, maybe send Chrystul a nice letter, that would be great!
25% of the way to go! Iāve noticed not as many reblogs today. Please, please donāt let this die before the 8th. Her defence lawyer needs paid, and she deserves to be free!
