#blacktabris

[fetabathwater]

Omg is your dog part of the gang that killed Cruella's mom????? 😭 Queen, giving us all the entertainment we deserve!!!

this puppy kills !

[brialavellan]

@blacktabris replied to your post “Part of the reason why it’s good to have a lot of diversity is that if...”

I truly don't get how this is a difficult concept for writers to grasp. Even professionals with years and years of experience don't get it. Whiteness is a default which allows the privilege of individual responsibility. Meanwhile any one character of color becomes representative of their race/ethnicity and if your only Black character is a villain... Idk. Complexities of race aside it seems like common sense to me?? But then I, too, grew up at The Black Representative of Blackness for white classmates since I was often the only Black kid in there. And it's like. You can't do that lol. My parents are immigrants, no Black household is any one way, don't ask me about some things because I'm not intimately familiar with them. I'm just a person.

^^^^^^^^^^^ 

“I’m just a person” pretty much sums it up, yeah? 

(also you should do meta posts or talks or something bc you always sum up things so succinctly and nicely and just, you’re good at that - if you wanna put in that effort ofc b/c i totally get if you wouldn’t)

[dalishious]

@blacktabris replied to your post “Tbf to Varric, Dwarven culture views Varric as worthless due to him...”

�� it really could've been a nice dialogue on being first-gen and other similar things but bioware loves punching down too much. (That's to say that I can identify with some of this and get the mindset and can sympathize but where's the Growth™️ in the narrative?)

Right? It makes total sense for Varric to have a complicated relationship with Orzammar. He even talked about how he felt dismissal from Bartrand because he was born on the surface. But just like I feel Sera’s identity issues were not handled that well, I think Varric’s could have been better, too.

[casijaz]

🥳🥳🥳 yooo march is blessed, all my favorite peoples are having birthdays!! 😘✨🎉 Happy birthday!!!! I hope you can celebrate as much as the pandemic allows and that you can make plans to tear it up next year. 💕

💖😭 thank you!!!!!! I’m planning on partying via headset & discord lmao! I hope next year we can all have parties again without the fear of attributing to a pandemic! :D

[pestopascal]

It's touched me to see you so outspoken about everything and making sure resources for what's happening is included in fandom servers and not ignored. I've been up way too early watching footage of protests and am not starting off the day in a good way, but I saw you on my dash just wanted to say that. Thanks, friend.

venus 🥺 ilysm

[cheshirepirouette]

Ohh, thoughts of fabric arts!

Yessss okay okay okay. So!

I taught myself how to crochet and knit with both starting off Terribly, not even able to make a simple chain/row for a solid month in both methods. I’ll never understand how people can work with the tiniest yarn like with lace, but god do I want to add that to my skillset too.

Weaving is probably the form I most enjoy watching and I love the variety of techniques that vary from region to region. Even when it comes to knitting for example, how people hold tension in the yarn in Latin America may be completely different from North America. It’s so interesting!

[silverhammersims]

;___; your gifts are so great!! tysm

Yay I’m so glad you like them!

[resolutioninclockwork]

“Please, come with me.”

Thank you for the prompt, @blacktabris​!

“Please, come with me.” He’d offered so politely the first time - showing her around the campsite, introducing her to the other wardens. 

“Please, come with me.” She’d asked him repeatedly, needing him by her side as they fought monsters and demons. 

“Please, come with me.” He’d pleaded with her to stay with him when he confronted Eamon, when they faced down the Landsmeet.

“Please, come with me.” She’d invited him to leave with her, rejecting his crown and accepting their life together.

“Please, come with me.” He whispered in her ear, limbs twined, bodies rocking together in the quiet of their first night alone as heroes. Voices muffled by the blankets, they renew their promises. 

“I will always come with you.”