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docileeffects · 1 year
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silvaris · 2 years
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Firehole River by CJ
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mizar113 · 1 year
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alteredstatesstuff · 5 months
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beautiful mountain stream
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tetramodal · 1 year
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Buffalo Peaks Sunrise Acrylic on canvas 8x8". 
Charles Morgenstern, 2022.
 The Buffalo Peaks seen from South Park, Colorado.
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Hiking the Jubileumsstien (Etappe 5: Vidden) in Bergen, Norway.
Longest section of the trail, at 19.4km. Took me almost exactly the 7.5 hours estimated on UT.no.
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ademella · 8 months
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Stewart Lake
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Pecos Wilderness
New Mexico
July 2023
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graypsychologist · 11 months
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Alpine mountain stream 46-50/? - 46, 47, & 49: Tour de Monte Rosa, July 2021
48 & 50:  Alpine Haute Route, June 2021
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aroacepokefan · 7 months
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Me: In the middle of a cutscene
Me: Wait that npc in the background looks familiar is that-
Jacq (Who I did not know was in the dlc until this very moment):
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onedesertrat · 7 months
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I've seen things people pay calenders for
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katnissgirlsmakedo · 11 months
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i know that was like. so not the point. but i have to point out that nina is canonically bi since the show is not acknowledging it so far 💃 okay that's all bye have a good day <3
damn i mean good for her i guess but wow they are not treating her right at all huh…..
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chaotic-history · 11 months
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This one history book (basically apush review book...) is being such a bitch to Roger Williams for literally no reason.
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Ma'am I believe the "imaged impurities" you're referring to are called religious persecution and the lack of seperation of church and state, along with, oh idk, murdering natives, and I can assure you those were all very real and also things that deserve to be "denounced in extreme terms".
Anyway fuck this and also fuck the fact that no one recognises Williams' contributions? I don't think my US history class even mentioned him. Anyway if you don't know who he is, he was writing in demand of seperation of church and state and consent of the governed in damn near those exact words while John Locke was 12, and in 1636 he established in Providence a democratic society based on the idea that the power comes from people, not from God, with complete religious toleration for *any* religion or lack thereof, where church and state were strictly seperate, and Williams firmly believed throughout his entire life that the Native Americans were in every way equal to the Europeans.
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travelladda-blog · 2 years
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Hi!! I eat up ur comfort fics so how about a tav! That’s so overwhelmed mentally they have a lot of trouble sleeping and how the companions (of ur choosing or just one) would help/react to finding them awake crying at like 3am. I’ve been having so much trouble sleeping and it would mean a lot🫶🫶
Oh, that hits home! My insomnia is the worst! And the darkness always comes in the quitest hours of the night. Hope, you don't mind an OC fic with Tiriel the Barbarian as Tav. If it's not to your liking send me another request, I will gladly write another one (or doing your class/race)
Insomnia
Summary: Astarion isn't the only who has traumatic past.
Pairing: Astarion x OC (Tiriel)
Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, post-game, named Tav, established relationship, f!tav
Thanks @themadlufor beta-reading!
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"Fairy girl!" the chieftain bellows. "Come here, little bitch!"
Tiriel tries to hide. She isn't Tiriel yet —she is only twelve, and she doesn't have a name yet. Only slurs and nicknames - Pixie, Fairy, Rabbit. All possible insults toward someone who is only half a human as if it were her fault her mother didn't keep her legs shut when a handsome young elf passed by their village.
The nameless girl is smaller in size than her siblings - the Chieftain's children. Mother has five with him - three older than "Fairy Girl" and two younger. The youngest ones don't understand why one of their sisters has pointy ears and can see in the dark but the others happily "put the elven bastard in line."
"Didn't you hear, Pixie girl?" The stepfather is getting angrier.
No. Don't approach him. You know what he is going to do!
An older brother, sixteen and almost adult, grabs the half-elven girl's collar and drags him to the chieftain. The brother is as cruel as his father and will never forgive his mother's infidelity.
"We should have fed you to the wolves once you were born, Pixie"
I have a name you fucking bastard, my name is Tiriel!
No, not now. Three years. Three years more of misery, humiliation, beatings - but it will end. It will end with fire in the girl's veins, the primal gift of Rage. With blood and violence when the chieftain choked on his own blood. With running away through the cold autumn woods and merciless mountain winds. With tears of desperation when the girl realizes she is on her own lost, and tired.
It will end with a party of adventurers led by an old Tiefling telling the "Pixie girl" that she needs a name, not a slur. Asking her to lead them through the wildernes. Allowing her to be part of their team, a reckless Barbarian who kills first and asks later.
Tiriel, she will tell them. My name is Tiriel.
But the grasp of the nightmare doesn't relent to her. Pain. Cry. Half of her ear is covered in blood. A burst of laughter. An angry dwarf-healer takes the girl to her hut to stitch the ear back.
Tiriel opens her eyes.
She can't understand where she is. She is in a dark tent, under a thick blanket. It's so thick it's difficult to breathe.
No, it's not only the blanket wrapped around her.
She gently touches Astarion's curls. The vampire sleeps covering her body like a weighted blanket. His head is on her chest, hands wrapped around her. He doesn't breathe, his heart doesn't beat.
He is in an elven trance.
Tiriel hopes he is seeing something good.
They've been together for two years, traveling further and further and further North. Sooner or later they will have to turn back, probably heading South-east, but for now they are simply moving, following their mutual wanderlust.
The nightmare was so real Tiriel almost feels like she re-lived those events. But human ancestry prevents half-elves from the experience of reverie.
She needs to go out, to the sunlight - the northern days are so short Tiriel craves at least some of it.
But with Astarion sleeping on her it's impossible. Well, at least he doesn't need much time.
She tries to go back to sleep but can't. Tiriel is tired from the insanity of the last day - she hasn’t slept well because they couldn't find shelter and had to flee into the underground tunnels. They were followed by at least three different groups of enemies that forced them into fighting.
Tiriel needs to sleep.
But she can't.
The events of the past wrap around her mind. Her miserable childhood, her terrible mother, her awful siblings. Only the old dwarf, a retired adventuress, was kind to her.
She feels a wave of tears approaching. Tiriel chokes on them and at that moment Astarion's hands hug her tighter.
He is very well aware of his surroundings when he trances.
Tiriel brushes her finger along his ear forcing his body to stir.
"I thought you slept longer than me," he mutters, slowly returning to reality.
Tiriel hugs him tighter, caressing his back’s scars. Gods, she loves it when he is like that!
Conscious and aware of his surroundings but absolutely unable to make coherent movements and dominate the situation.
"Can't sleep."
"Considering what we've been through it's rather alarming", he wakes up and leans on his elbows and Tiriel shivers, feeling the cold air between their bodies.
And then he notices.
"You've been crying, haven't you?"
Tiriel's mind interprets it as a signal and she bursts into tears. But who is crying? Tiriel the Barbarian or that nameless girl she once was?
Astarion sits up and tugs Tiriel into him, cradling her in his arms. She notices the utter panic in his crimson eyes changing to something else, something she can't yet identify.
"Hush, love, whatever it was, it's in the past - or we can kill it"
"It's just... I don't know..." Tiriel finds her voice. "It was so real. Now I know how it feels when you are tortured in your reverie. Do you think that can happen to me, too?"
"I have never heard of half-elves being able to meditate. It's something only Tel'Quessira can do. Even the ones with human blood, but who still pass as elves, have difficulties with that. What was it?"
"My bastard stepfather, my bitch mother, and my cut ear"
Astarion presses his lips to her forehead. Then he kisses her cheeks and fingers - there is no lust or desire in it, he kisses her like a parent would kiss a sick child, trying to soothe their pain.
It really does make her feel better.
She sighs. "I really need to sleep. But I can't."
"Then don't. Why torture yourself?"
"Because it will be a long night once the sun sets."
"Not an answer, Tiriel."
Tiriel smiles. Astarion doesn't have any pet names for her - sometimes calls her "love" or "heart" but mostly it's just Tiriel. And her name dances on the tip of his tongue, ringing like a prayer, like a spell.
He brushes his fingers along her ear lobes, then swipes along her facial scar and kisses her neck. She feels his fangs but he doesn't try to bite.
Astarion rarely feeds from her - usually when nightmares grip him or there isn't enough food for him.
"Astarion."
"Hm?"
"You can bite me if you want."
"Who am I to say no to such a generous offer. Although, are you sure?"
"Yes, the blood loss will make me dizzy. And I will be hungry once wake up."
"Absolutely not a problem my dear, there is plenty of prey in the woods."
Astarion helps her to lie back on the bedroll and kneels beside her. She notices the predatory spark in his eyes.
The fangs pierce her skin and Tiriel feels like drowning in the cold water. Her eyesight gets blurry, and a gentle numb feeling spreads through her body.
As he releases her, the darkness takes her. There are no nightmares, no memories - only peace.
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Astarion leaves the tent and breathes the cold autumn air. Night calls upon him and so is the hunt. Well, Tiriel will be hungry like a starved wolf once she wakes up. And she will also crave something sweet.
Sometimes she is brave and fierce and sometimes she is like a little girl asking for candy after a rough day.
Tiriel never had a good childhood. It still drives Astarion mad - he was an adult when all that abuse happened to him. And there are probably still people alive who decide it's a good idea to beat a child, cut her ears, starve her as if she were at fault for existing.
Tiriel could have grown up bitter and evil, and she had the right to be like that; instead, she became the kindest and bravest person he has ever met.
Brave enough to let him close. So kind to find good things in him. She is clumsy, rude, and loud but delicate at the same time. There is some ghostly elegance in Tiriel, a gift from her elven ancestors. Mixed with the stubbornness and fire that are innate to humans.
Well, maybe, they should go look for her home village together and beat some asses. Tiriel will definitely feel better about it. He still remembers how she kicked Cazador's dead body once they were all ready to leave the dungeons.
 Her kindness is paired with violence, and that's another thing he loves..
"Sleep well, love," he whispers. "I will be back before you wake up."
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