#so yeah rant over <3

[angel-archivist]

It's so interesting and so exceedingly frustrating how agab is being utilized now within the queer community as a way to isolate and sort nonbinary and genderqueer folks into binary boxes that determine their moral purity levels, and their authority to do and write and exist.

The way nonbinary writers are being put under accusation of fetishizing gay men while their AGAB is continually brought up in a way that feels like queer-space-approved misgendering.

The way feminist circles that are supposedly trans-inclusive will use the word AFAB in a way that implicitly but intentionally isolates nonbinary people who aren't AFAB from joining. It's for women*.

The way the language is already flawed and leaves out intersex folks from the conversations while focusing on a binary of sex that isn't truthful.

The constant obsessing over whether someone is AFAB or AMAB and whether or not that gives them the privilege to join, do, write, or be present in certain spaces really really concerns me. How are we supposed to dismantle a binary system of gender if we can't even move past forcibly assigning and focusing on people's genders assigned at birth?

[mugwot]

funnyjokespunperson

[icantdothistodaybruh]

yea sooooo I may have or may have not watched and instantly rewatched all kuro musicals in existence in a spawn of one week and now have roughly 40 screenshots to redraw from

I think I might be insane or something

[dustykneed]

you are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

(prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "gone with the wind".)

static frames below:

ouch! neck deep in aos bones feels rn... lmk if i should make a fix-it or somethin

[kimtiny]

Hi clone high fandoms

About the s3 trailer. We see Abe with a new girl, and we know her name is Mary. She might even be Mary Todd Lincoln's clone, Abraham Lincoln's wife.

Now let me tell you one thing, I don't care what you ship- if that will be a goal or not to you. We don't know the actual dynamic yet.

BUT

For the love of everything good, do not say the og Lincoln-Todd couple was cute- because it was not. This couple was toxic at best abusive at worst.

We have multiple proof of BOTH of their wrong behavior towards each other, who is more in the wrong is up to you. We know that Mary Todd choose to mary Lincoln because she wanted to be the wife of the president and he was a suitable "candidate". After chasing and working to be proposed to, Todd found herself being left at the altar. Lincoln abandoned his fiance because he was heartbroken his best friend was moving away, and expressed no regret towards it, he only came back because his friend forced him to.

Lincoln was an extremely neglectful husband, and we can go as far as saying he was cheating but this is if you beleive he had relations with other men.

Todd was very violent towards him and Lincoln's law partner, and friend, Herdon compiled proof of her abusive actions. Most of it is disregarded by alot of historian, which is frustrating to me.

This couple is romantized in most of Lincoln's media. Please don't make the same mistake and don't ignore the issue.

[blarrghe]

haven't promoted this story in a minute because idk I got tired of tumblr and took a sort of break. Tomorrow I will be posting ch. 14, which is halfway through the story, so it's a great time to pick up...

The Hunter The Snake and the Fox

Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 27 081 | Chapters 13/28

Summary:

When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.

And here's a long snippet from Ch. 3 for some Drama:

A sliver of light shone briefly in from a crack in the tent, and a leather-clad elf stomped through it. The elf barked something out towards the tent flap, and before Dorian could muster more than a groan, he stomped out again. Dorian blinked a few times after the fading blur of light.

Minutes went by. Possibly hours. Dorian’s head hurt. He tugged on the binds at his wrists, bending them uncomfortably this way and that. It only seemed to tighten them, so he stopped. His head began to clear. More time passed. He attempted to count the minutes. When the elf returned again, Dorian managed a few inquiring calls for attention. Things like, “Where are the others?”, and, “damnit, I’m talking to you!” His calls went ignored.

The elf poked his head back out into the bright daylight beyond the dark tent, and shouted something in grumpy Elvhen. Another elf soon pushed through the flap, they stomped grimly forward together, and then one on either side hoisted Dorian up by the elbows. 

Dorian’s legs were half asleep and still bound, painfully tingling with each jostling step as the two elves dragged him forward. He groaned. The elf on his right barked back something he was sure was an insult. His unwilling legs were dragged on.

Dorian did his best to make his case for answers and mercy as they went. “We have no qualms with you," he pleaded, " I know Tevinter hasn’t historically been kind to your people, but really, this expedition wants nothing to do with you, so if you’d simply let us go on our way…” 

Sharp grunt. 

“You’re making a huge mistake. Kill me, and you’d be inviting a war, do you have any idea who I am?” 

Angry Elvish epithet. 

“Dorian of house Pavus,” he said proudly, “ Magister Pavus as of recently, I have a fortune, you could be handsomely rewarded and —”

Big knife.

“— and a wife! And children! Please!” 

The big knife pressed closer to his throat. There was a bandage there already. 

“Alright! So I don’t have children, or a wife, but I am engaged, and —”

Dorian was shoved through a tent flap by the elf holding the knife, who wound up at his back as his second captor pushed his unstable and bound legs down into a kneel.

“Relax, shemlin,” said a low voice. 

Thank the Maker, Dorian thought, blinking now at the woven mat he’d been forced upon, its zigzagged pattern slowly coming into view in his still foggy vision. Finally, here was someone who spoke the Trade speech. King's Tongue, they called it in the south. Crude. In Tevinter, the nobility still had its own.  

Dorian’s eyes rose from the ground to take in warmly lit canvas walls draped in soft pelts and colourful woven blankets. He knelt near a smouldering fire pit. Smoke was rising up through a narrow hole in the tent’s roof. Through its haze, in a grand and intricately carved wooden seat, sat a man. The man stood, and Dorian watched leather-wrapped feet pace forward, around, circling him. There were more seats, less grand but still intricately carved, all around the fire pit. None sat in them except for one old woman. She sat still and proud, squinting at him through the smoke. 

Dorian lifted his gaze all the way up to the face of the man who was just now finishing his pacing examination of him. An elvhen mage stood before Dorian with his staff planted firmly on the ground between them. He was not tall, but stood in towering regalness over Dorian all the same. His posture was straight, his shoulders strongly set and covered with a heavy green cloak woven through with threads of blue and gold. He wore his deep auburn hair in a long, thick braid hung over one shoulder, and he held his carved, spiralling wooden staff in both hands, emanating power. 

“You are Master Pavus ,” said the standing elf, speaking down to him. 

“Master Pavus was my father,” Dorian replied, flashing the man a winning smile, “as I am evidently your prisoner, it seems only fitting that you simply call me Dorian.” 

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[mrsdulac]

really do not agree with some of these takes from the vc fandom concerning the show only fanbase

[da-proti-toku-grem]

why can't anyone understand that everyone is different and not everyone likes the same things and that it's completely okay AND normal for someone not to like going out and preferring to stay at home :/

[sleepis4theweak]

WAITTTT YOU WATCH(ED) NINJAGO?? HAVE YOU WATCHED DRAGONS RISING YET?

HECK YEAH IVE WATCHED NINJAGO

I WAS THERE FROM THE VERY BEGINNING

I WATCHED IT WHEN IT FIRST CAME OUT WITH MY BROTHER

AND THE WEEKEND WHIP WAS BANNED FROM OUR CAR BECAUSE WE ASKED TO PLAY IT SO OFTEN

AND IM PRETTY SURE MY BROTHER HAS GOTTEN INJURED AT LEAST ONCE TRYING TO DO SPINJITSU

I unfortunately have not watched Dragons Rising... YET! I REALLY WANNA WATCH IT SOON THO!!!!!!

[writterings]

so tonight starts the first night of me living alone in a farmhouse for a full month. bthe closest town in 15 minutes away (and is also the town they filmed friday the 15th in) and i'm gonna have to both clean the house and take care of some animals. but! luckily my cousin only lives 15 minutes away (not in the town) so we can hang a lot and i can get her husband to teach me how to do work on cars and how to play guitar or smth :3

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

forever mad about how dirty they did aveline from act 2 onward

[imminent-danger-came]

I fucking LOVE my MoM and Sora foil, okay. I LOVE IT.

[permanentreverie]

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[citrinide]

Saying this in the nicest way possible.

Some people really need to shut up.

[dreamsb0u]

"well your trauma isn't as bad as other peoples!!!"

okay what if i beat you to death

[nuggies69]

The biggest sorrys and apologies and pardon mes for all the playing OW together invites that has been sent my way (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) I cannot bear the thought of someone else knowing I exist in the game, perceives me, or see me at my suck-assest gameplay moment. I know it's just a game and many play for just chills and stuff but I get nervous and it ends up being not fun for me and i just wanna exit game abdnmdms