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brennan lee mulligan having absolutely no hope for dimension 20: on a bus from the second katie started speaking vs matt mercer trying so desperately to help her have some semblance of sanity occurring has the same energy as brennan excitedly telling the intrepid heroes “gonna kill that dog!” during unsleeping city vs matt allowing laura bailey to keep a weasel pet that absolutely should have been dead by the second episode she had it.

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Doesn't Leandra's description of Malcolm also change depending on Hawke's personality, though?

you have activated my trap card. prepare yourself.

here's Everything that the real leandra says about malcolm in the legacy dlc ^_^

(Diplomatic/Helpful) "He was so earnest, like he really cared about everything he said. He was talking about reform in the Circle, even then..." (Sarcastic/Charming) "He was such a wit. Never had a straight answer for anything, but... It was infuriating. And fascinating." (Aggressive/Direct) "He was young, strong, never considered himself anything but the equal of every man there. And they all knew it, and hated him for it."

and then. immediately after that:

"...Very like you. But it was so long ago."

she wasn't describing malcolm. she was describing hawke. notice how none of her descriptions actually contradict each other; they can all be applied to one person simultaneously. this isn't a case of "malcolm was different depending on hawke's personality". it's a case of "leandra is looking at her child and thinking about their father."

the only time leandra actually recalls specific details about malcolm is when varric is making up an imaginary interaction between her and hawke in an attempt to write in closure for them that they didn't actually get to have. and even then, the actual details that leandra brings to mind about malcolm still aren't mutually exclusive.

Blue!Hawke: I do what I can. Sometimes it doesn't seem like enough... Leandra: You know, your father tried to help people the same way. Tried to fix trouble he saw in others.

Purple!Hawke: That's me. Banging my head against the walls of tyranny. Leandra: You know, your father was the same way. Taming the shadows with questionable wit.

Red!Hawke: I bust my tail, and for what? We deserve better. You deserve better. Leandra: You know, your father got angry like that. He had doubts, but he was always moving forward.

and then...

"...The best of him is still with you. The best of all of us. It's what makes you try so hard. You will always have that. We will always be family. It'll be alright."

she's reminiscing about his most heroic qualities. the ones that occupy hawke's entire character. because varric, who was there when hawke bore witness to the worst of malcolm's legacy, is reminding hawke of the best they are and the best that they've inherited from their family.

this isn't about malcolm. this is about hawke. it was always about hawke. in one instance, leandra is seeing malcolm in her child. and in the other, varric is using the power of storytelling to tell hawke that their father was still a hero. just like they are. because varric knows they went home to an empty estate full of ghosts that day, sat down in front of that fireplace, and just thought about all the ways they've failed their family.

ergo, my assertion that malcolm was never a variable character like hawke is stands. heart. ^_^

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skill issue i saw the depiction of leandra as a flawed and complicated mother who took out her grief on her own child and actually the omnipotent narrative authority that tells us she was human and her love was real and she never wanted anything less than the best for her children actually gave me a sense of catharsis and relief from my own trauma with the knowledge that it was never truly my fault and parents are not immune to the inherent fallibility of humanity that causes us to act cruel without reason and how i was treated was never indicative of my worth. smoke another bowl about it.

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"a good man, patient. he never yelled, but you always knew when he was disappointed" always gets me because it seems upfront like such a normal, even nice thing to say about your father until you think about it for a second and you’re like hang on a minute, so you’re not actually saying he was kind or anything like that. there’s nothing here about him being nice or caring or supportive or whatever else you might associate with a fondly remembered "blue" personality. and instead what you are saying is that the primary memory you jump to about your father is how it "always" felt when he was disappointed with you, and also you operate under the belief that it’s a great marker of his goodness and patience that he never yelled at you? well let’s talk about that for a minute.

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Shhh don't be sad ... chocolate chip banana bread with flakey sea salt

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I drew a deck of Dragon Age II themed playing cards! Each suit represents one of Kirkwall’s factions: the Templars, the Mages, the Law, and the Mercenaries

Now I finally hope to send them off to print, and soon you'll be able to find them in my little ko-fi shop!

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Happy Thedas Weekend! Ofc as a Wynne girlie myself, I HAD to send you this for her and either Solona or Jowan! "how are your injuries? let me see them."

I was writing it for Solona and Wynne, and then Alistair appeared here, too, looking contrite. So now it's set kinda late in the pre-Landsmeet Blight, when Solona is figuring out how to incorporate her new Arcane Warrior abilities into her fighting style. (CW for slight non-sexual nudity in this one.)

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Wynne examined the two of them with the sort of disapproving stare that could reduce any unruly apprentice to contrition. And apparently, in this case, a former templar trainee counted as an apprentice.

Though Wynne hadn’t spoken a word to him, yet, Alistair also hadn’t stopped stammering apologies since… well, since he had accidentally impaled Solona on his non-euphemistic sword, actually, minutes before Wynne’s glare could contribute to his guilty conscience.

“Honestly, it’s not as bad as it — hst — looks,” Solona tried to say, but she was undermined by her sharp intake of breath as Wynne lifted Solona’s elbow to get a better look at the wound on the underside of her arm. Her already-dark tunic was stained black with blood — the same blood that, through the gash in the fabric, stood out as an alarmingly vivid shade of red against her skin.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Solona, I swear I though you would parry that—!”

“Hush,” Wynne said, cutting off Alistair’s pleas. “Solona, dear, how are your injuries? Let me see them.”

“It’s just the one injury, I promise,” Solona said.

“Sorry,” Alistair repeated.

Solona, not yet used to the bulky metal breastplate she now wore, allowed Wynne to help her unbuckle it and ease her out of her tunic. She was suddenly grateful to have found Wynne inside her tent instead of outside by the campfire. Alistair kept alternating between trying to watch closely to make sure Solona was alright, trying to avert his gaze to preserve her modesty, and trying to pretend like he wasn’t trying to do either of those things.

It was, frankly, cute.

With the stab wound now fully on display, Wynne tutted under her breath. “Honestly, what were you thinking? You could have killed her!” she chastised Alistair.

“It wasn’t his fault,” Solona insisted before Alistair could apologize again. “I asked him to train me with a sword. Like he said, I should have blocked the strike.”

“I’m s—” Alistair started to say.

“If you say you’re sorry one more time, I will give you something to be sorry about,” Solona interrupted, her tone light and humorous, but still firm. “It’s fine. I mean it. These things happen.”

Wynne hummed skeptically, but she refrained from admonishing him further when Solona shot her a sharp look.

“How many times do apprentices get singed when they’re learning how to cast a barrier spell?” Solona pointed out.

“Oh, very well,” Wynne said.

She pressed her palm gently to Solona’s injury, waiting a moment for Solona to get used to the additional pain before she began the healing spell. As the soothing glow of Faith diffused through Wynne’s hands and into the wound, knitting skin and muscle back together, Solona felt months of stress melt away from her body. It always amazed her how peaceful Wynne’s healing spells felt compared to anyone else’s.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“You’re welcome.” Wynne patted the healed skin. “Just try to stay away from the business end of Alistair’s sword, in the future.”

“That sword of his, perhaps,” Solona said, grinning.

Wynne leveled her with a long-suffering glare, though the effect was somewhat lessened by the twinkling look of mischief in her eyes.

“I see you're feeling better, if you have the energy for raunchy jokes,” Alistair groaned, his cheeks ever-so-slightly flushed. With Wynne still close, he was once again conspicuously avoiding looking at her breasts.

“Always,” Solona said with a chuckle. Using her newly-healed arm, she reached over to cup Alistair’s cheek and pull him in for a kiss.

“You are fine, right?” he whispered into her lips. “You would tell me if you weren't?”

“Yes,” she said softly, fondness suffusing her voice with warmth.

She kissed him again, and for a moment, she could pretend her answer wasn’t a lie.

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fucking jumpscared by dragon age 2 on CW SUPERNATURAL

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Jul 9, 2025

The Flint water crisis began in 2014, after lead-contaminated drinking water was found to be leaching out from aging pipes into homes citywide.

The American Civil Liberties Union and the Natural Resources Defense Council, with help from other activists and nonprofits, have released statements on the recent progress, celebrating the milestone.

The statements which they chalk up the crisis to “cost-cutting measures and improper water treatment,” that the state “didn’t require treatment to prevent corrosion,” after a “a state-appointed emergency manager” switched the water supply to the Flint River.

There is no safe level of lead exposure; each nanogram causes harm. In addition to long-known risks, such as damage to children’s brains and certain cancers, there is also significant evidence that exposure to lead is linked to numerous cardiovascular diseases, including stroke and heart attack.

The coalition mobilized the citizenry and filed a lawsuit against Flint and Michigan state officials to secure safe water. The result was a settlement in March 2017, under which a federal court in Detroit ordered Flint to give every resident the opportunity to have their lead pipe replaced at no cost, as well as conduct comprehensive tap water testing, implement a faucet filter distribution and education program, and maintain funding for health programs to help residents deal with the effects of Flint’s tainted water, according to the NRDC.

The coalition then returned to court six times in six years to ensure the city and state kept to the timeline, which was delayed by COVID-19, and other reasons which The Detroit News described as “spotty record-keeping” and “ineffective management.”

On July 1st, the State of Michigan submitted a progress report to a federal court confirming that, more than eight years after the settlement, nearly 11,000 lead pipes were replaced and more than 28,000 properties were restored where the maintenance had taken place.

Of the 4,200 buildings where lead pipes are known to still be in service, their owners have either left the properties vacant, abandoned, or have declined the free replacement under the Safe Water Drinking Act. The coalition has said it will continue to monitor city and state progress on these remaining lines.

“Thanks to the persistence of the people of Flint and our partners, we are finally at the end of the lead pipe replacement project,” said Pastor Allen C. Overton of the Concerned Pastors for Social Action, one of the organizations that sued the city. “While this milestone is not all the justice our community deserves, it is a huge achievement.”

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no see I made all my dragon age ocs poly on purpose as a clever meta commentary on how polyamory should be the accepted standard in thedas, given that andraste had two husbands and the previous queen of ferelden had two daddies. it has nothing at all to do with how I'm an incorrigible multishipper who can't for the life of me make a choice between one character or another without experiencing immediate buyer's remorse, and I resent the implication.

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why did this make me emotional-

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it's actually kind of impressive how every single dragon age game has horribly designed armour. like if anything they got progressively worse. how does that even happen in a series that otherwise has okay aesthetics.

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the kick inside (22/30)

Fandom: Dragon Age (Origins) Relationships: Morrigan/Female Tabris Rating: Mature Summary: Morrigan receives a wonderful gift, and a terrible curse.

She did not know what she had expected. Not the weight of metal and gems, cool between her palms. Not the shimmer of glazed silver reflecting the candlelit room, reflecting her own shadowed face and the curve of Luna’s shoulder. Perhaps the mirror of her childhood had been encrusted with emeralds rather than rubies, been decorated with winding vines rather than geometric knots, but in this moment, they were one and the same, as if, somehow, she’d reached through time to snatch back her treasure from Flemeth’s grasping hands.

“It is... just the same,” she breathed, tracing her fingers across her own reflection, along the winding coils of gold that made up the frame, around the ruby-chip flowers that decorated the back. “I cannot believe you found one so like it. I know not what to say.” She looked up, into those shadowed, sloe-blue eyes, and for a moment, she felt stripped bare, all her layers of armour peeled back to expose the girl with the mirror she’d tried to bury that night in the woods, and she did not know whether she wanted to weep from the joy or the horror of it.

“Say ‘thank you,’” Luna said, low and sweet and teasing and impossible, it was impossible she did not know what she had done, the havoc she had wreaked with her careless present, “and say you’ll think on what it means.”

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At last we get to The Mirror Scene, and the girlies finally earn that M rating ;) All my thanks go, as always, to @miladydewintcr for being an incredible beta, and this week, to @sha-brytols for recommending this fic so that I could caper around the supermarket cackling and @a-gay-bloodmage for selling me on the Deep Roads, which is just as well, given that they're our next stop on our extensive tour of Ferelden...

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the kick inside (22/30)

Fandom: Dragon Age (Origins) Relationships: Morrigan/Female Tabris Rating: Mature Summary: Morrigan receives a wonderful gift, and a terrible curse.

She did not know what she had expected. Not the weight of metal and gems, cool between her palms. Not the shimmer of glazed silver reflecting the candlelit room, reflecting her own shadowed face and the curve of Luna’s shoulder. Perhaps the mirror of her childhood had been encrusted with emeralds rather than rubies, been decorated with winding vines rather than geometric knots, but in this moment, they were one and the same, as if, somehow, she’d reached through time to snatch back her treasure from Flemeth’s grasping hands.

“It is... just the same,” she breathed, tracing her fingers across her own reflection, along the winding coils of gold that made up the frame, around the ruby-chip flowers that decorated the back. “I cannot believe you found one so like it. I know not what to say.” She looked up, into those shadowed, sloe-blue eyes, and for a moment, she felt stripped bare, all her layers of armour peeled back to expose the girl with the mirror she’d tried to bury that night in the woods, and she did not know whether she wanted to weep from the joy or the horror of it.

“Say ‘thank you,’” Luna said, low and sweet and teasing and impossible, it was impossible she did not know what she had done, the havoc she had wreaked with her careless present, “and say you’ll think on what it means.”

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At last we get to The Mirror Scene, and the girlies finally earn that M rating ;) All my thanks go, as always, to @miladydewintcr for being an incredible beta, and this week, to @sha-brytols for recommending this fic so that I could caper around the supermarket cackling and @a-gay-bloodmage for selling me on the Deep Roads, which is just as well, given that they're our next stop on our extensive tour of Ferelden...

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pottery workshop 🏺🏺

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bravo les lesbigoudènes

(sapphics in traditional breton clothing <3)

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No, this is my burden. I regret that I even let you see me like this.