idk man not to sound like a cartoon hippie but if your entirrrrre blog and dash is about how the world sucks and everyones bigoted i think you are going to give yorself brain worms
Commander Rutherford's Personal Devotional Playlist
(Recovered from beneath a loose floorboard in the Commander's quarters, tucked beside a well-worn copy of Osen's Ballads and a stack of letters from someone named 'Embers'. The Commander declined to comment.)
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Take Me to Church — Hozier
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
Work Song — Hozier
In the low lamp light I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
My Love Mine All Mine — Mitski
Nothing in the world belongs to me
But my love, mine, all mine, all mine
Read Chapter 19 of The Skyhold Literary Society on AO3.
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artist friends please accept this link to my scans of morpho: fat and skin folds by michel lauricella- also if you find it as helpful as I do please consider buying a copy for yourself!
If you like silly things like this, I also drew something funny for my Hawke and Merrill here. Tumblr thinks the post is too hot and sexy, oh nooooo….
So if you’re scared of hot women, and women appreciating hot women, definitely don’t click the link. (Joking aside, everyone is fully clothed, it’s a meme, the tumblr AI thinks it can see nipples - pervert).
all you had to do was stay, ch. 25: With or Without a Hitch
Explicit | Cullen x Lavellan | Solas x Lavellan | WC: 110k+ (WIP) | Canon Divergent - Post DAI Quest: Doom Upon All the World | Second Chance | Polyamory
Fic Summary:
The night Solas told Cordelia Lavellan the truth about her vallaslin, he pushed her away. But in his rumination, he also made a choice. A different choice. He chose to stay. He chose to tell her the truth, should they emerge victorious from the war on Corypheus. He expects anger. He expects hurt. He might even expect (eventual) acceptance. But he does not expect a second chance with the woman he loves. No, he doesn't expect that at all.
Chapter Summary: Briala requests aid. Solas subsequently grapples with domesticity.
Excerpt below the cut!
A missive delivered by one of Marquise Briala's agents, who appeared without warning through the Skyhold eluvian. Both pages are encoded via a cipher the Marquise and Sister Nightingale agreed upon following the so-called peace talks at Halamshiral.
Inquisitor Lavellan,
Forgive the haste with which I have sent this letter, but I think you'll find the matter urgent enough to warrant an unexpected visitor.
One of the minor nobles in the Dales—Lady Chelle Morveau—has hired mercenaries to harrass a clan who recently moved onto her land. More than one scout has been murdered, and hunting parties have been attacked. Intercepted correspondence has proven the lady's involvement.
Unfortunately, my people are spread thin. Thus, I've come to you for aid. I can provide you with a pair of agents: a navigator familiar with the area and a fighter skilled in setting traps on such missions. You may supplement the team however you wish, though I would recommend discretion. The entire Orlesian aristocracy knows what you look like. For both our sakes, it's best your involvement be kept quiet for the time being. My advice would be to have your arcane advisor lead your section of the party while you remain in Skyhold. He is familiar with the eluvians but would not raise as many eyebrows if anyone managed to escape and alert their employer.
I've enclosed everything we know about the mercenaries in a separate document. Any questions can be directed to the agents I've provided. Directions to where they are stationed are included in the document; they will wait until the end of the month for the arrival of your people.
'Ma serannas,
Briala, Marquise of the Dales
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Cullen caught the moment Ellana entered the hall as a ripple of excitement passed through the room. Though he couldn't yet see her, he did see the others entering with her: Bull was, as always, towering over the crowd, but he also caught sight of Cassandra ducking to the side, then Blackwall also attempting to slip out of view. At least, as out of view as one could be given the circumstances of having just helped save the world.
When Ellana stepped into view, his breath caught short. They had seen very little of each other in the hours since she had returned; Josephine immediately pulled her away to clean up. Apparently cleaning up also included dressing up.
For the first time since the Winter Palace, her dark hair was tamed. Instead of the usual plain tunic and leggings that she wore around Skyhold, tonight she was wrapped in blue silk. It seemed she even allowed for her lips to be painted, a striking red visible even from a distance. Cullen wanted nothing more than to kiss them.
To be very clear about this: CPUs aren't magical devices that can operate forever. They generate heat. They wear out over time. This happens faster when they're operating near capacity. This is not just an attempt to inconvenience you; this is an attempt to damage your property.
For the "crime" of not wanting to be tracked/have ads pissed into your eyeballs 24/7.
Even if you've paid for the "privilege" of the latter.
Fuck Google, and I hope they get sued into oblivion over this.
i see everyone in the notes talking about newpipe but nobody's talking about youtube alternatives for desktop
IF YOU USE A DESKTOP PC OR LAPTOP, TRY INVIDIOUS
https://invidious.io/
it is a free, open-source alternative YouTube front-end. in addition to not having ads, it has other great QoL features like a download button. try one of the several instances on that link up there ^^^^
languages that don't distinguish between formal and informal you are missing out on so much petty drama. my grandparents have two neighbours who once got into a huge fight over something honestly pretty trivial, so neighbour A said he was going to revoke neighbour B's du (informal you) privileges. neighbour B was like "okay but can i use du one last time?" and neighbour A was like "yeah go ahead", and neighbour B said "du arschloch" (you asshole). incredible.
Hanging out with me and you keep getting annoyed cause you think I keep sighing loudly but it's actually wind rushing through my strangely hollow interior and I blow away
Idk what this means or what it is referencing besides the Peter Paul and Mary song sorry. It feels like something a cigarette dad would say about his gay son
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