28 years old granny (she/her!) 🇧🇷 ✧ here for the BG3 nonsense ✧ I live and would die for Astarion, Minthara and Gale ✧ I post NSFW stuff here, minors DNI
So, fashion is another of my big interests and every once in a while I try to wear something slightly more interesting than usual. I love sharing my outfits with the world, and this is where all my fashion posts will meet!
I will update this whenever I have something new to share, so stay tuned!
Warning: face reveal included in the linked posts. lol
I think one of the funniest abortion stances I've heard was from my parents neighbor. He's a like, hard-core libertarian viking larper guy who is very tall and very fat and very bald.
He believes a fetus is human with a soul, but also its "basically attacking the woman's body" so if she wants to get rid of it, that's "basically self-defense". He compared it to shooting a home invader. So he supports abortion not as healthcare, but as killing a baby in self-defense
Y'know I'm so glad someone reminded me of this. Because this was also discussed.
My stepmother did NOT like the way her Libertarian Viking Neighbor framed pregnancy as the fetus "attacking the woman". She incredulously told him this was extremely disrespectful to expectant mothers to portray pregnancy as so violent and negative.
Libertarian Viking Neighbor's response was that people consensually hurt each other all the time, and "there's like a whole community about that, with the acronym the one that starts with a B" And his reasoning was that if the mother was consenting to bring attacked by the baby, it in fact wasn't violent and negative because there was consent.
He brought up people consensually hurting each other, didn't go for one of the obvious answers like boxing or body mods or something, no he went STRAIGHT TO BDSM and he DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER THE ACRONYM
...And talk about a certain visitor in Gale's tower.
A "cut scene" of sorts from my current ongoing Gale x Minthara fic, What Comes After. Full snippet below. :)
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She had noticed her son smiling more often.
This, in itself, was not unusual. He had always been a radiant boy— her one and only child!— and so it shouldn't have been any great shock to see him thus when he finally returned to Waterdeep. He had rid himself of the terrible orb in his chest, patched things up with Mystra, and recommitted to his duties at Blackstaff and the mage's guild. To say nothing of the heroism he had displayed fighting during that Absolute business further south. Of course he should be smiling— who wouldn't be, in his position?
But there was something else. Call it divination, or a mothers intuition, but Morena Dekarios knew well that there was some other mischief at play here; some other power that had caused the twitch at the corners of his mouth and the sparkle within his eye.
And so, like any good mother, she did what was necessary: she snooped.
Discretely, of course. She may have been a gossip, but she wasn't a brute. Her methods were meticulous. An idle question floated to a family friend, a breezy inquiry with a shared acquaintance… but try as she might, there was no word, no hint at what had caused her son's sudden change in demeanor. She had almost despaired of finding anything at all until at last, a casual remark from his elderly neighbor had turned up just the sort of information she had been looking for.
Armed with this new sliver of intel, Morena settled in to have brunch with her son that Suneday; a pleasant return to the old rituals they had held when he was a much younger man. As he entered, she noted the slight smile at his lips again and rose to greet him.
"How have you been, my sweet boy? I feel as if I haven't seen you in an age."
"Ah, but you've been spoiled by my return! I'm quite well, though, thank you."
"That's all? Just 'quite well'…?"
He laughed. "Well, yes. My current research continues on unabated, as I've told you; and that is more than enough for me." He paused, reaching across the table for a biscuit. "Though, I'll be the first to admit that I've had no shortage of complications over the last tenday. The sourcing of components for higher level spells is only the latest. Did you know Phalantar has nearly doubled his prices since my return to the city? I nearly fainted when I saw what they're charging for—"
"—You know full well that's not what I meant."
Gale blinked at her. Morena leaned across the table, lowering her voice so the others in the cafe might not hear. It wouldn't do to embarrass him— he could grow cross and secretive, if questioned too sharply. She tapped her finger on the table cloth and lowered her voice.
"I only mean… is she there?"
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not following…?"
"Your old traveling companion. Staying at your tower," she said slowly, emphasizing the words. "Did you think your old mother had fallen into dotage so soon?" She took the knife and slathered her biscuit with butter, narrowly avoiding the temptation to point it at him. "It's hard to miss the marks of a woman's touch on your living space."
She was far too civilized to voice her opinions on the choice of mushrooms for a bouquet in a formal dining room; though to her dismay, Gale seemed to pick up on them anyway. His eyes dropped to his plate.
"Her name is Minthara. She's only visiting for a spell."
"A spell? Is that a tenday? Three tenday? Longer?"
"I don't know. She hasn't said."
"I see. And do you like this girl?" she ventured cautiously. "I don't remember you talking about her as much as the other… Laevelle, was it?"
"Lae'zel. She resides in the Astral, now. We remain good friends—"
"And Minthara? Is she a good friend, also?"
Gale sighed. If Morena were pressed for a description of it on the spot, she'd almost call it dreamy; but for the slump in the set of his shoulders.
"Yes, mother, we are friends. And friends only. And she might even find reason to object to that term."
Morena bristled. A cruelty bordering on absurdity, that her sweet son seemed so drawn to those who would so readily discard him. She watched as he pushed his food around his plate in the same manner he had done as young boy when he felt out of sorts. A swell of love rose within her.
"If that's true, then she's sorely mistaken," she said softly, reaching across the table to take his hand. "Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend, or anything else."
Gale smiled weakly at her. Morena smiled in return and gave his fingers a squeeze.
"In fact, I know of at least three girls down at my tea shop who—"
"—Let's not speak of them again, please," said Gale quickly, and withdrew his hand at once.
discord letting you have custom emoji has really ruined my ability to communicate effectively on other apps. what do you mean i cant send jalute. what about givehand. cryingpat. torment. sittinghere. tvek. cant even send my wonderful beloved frogheart. whats the bloody point
Some of this seems to imply that elves generally have an aversion to body hair, which makes sense for a largely hairless race. I wonder what powerful magics inter species couples are using to have children in the forgotten realms.
We’ve already established that I think the two year pregnancy thing is silly, so let’s just ignore that and focus on the far more interesting fact that apparently elves are given attributes sleeping beauty style?! Excuse me?!