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You're traversing the labyrinth and come to a fork in the path guarded by Shakira. One of her hips don't lie, and one don't tell the truth. Wyd?

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Every time I return to KCD1, I am just so tickled that KCD1 Hans is genuinely such a fucking delight. I miss you piss-yellow king. Baron Weird Things Sayer of the fiefdom of Resting Bitch Face. You jubilant rectangular testicle with a shit-eating grin. My sun, my stars, my bad summer decision. My poorly socialized sugar daddy. My cock of the walk. I hear your hideous shitbird call of FUUUUUUCK OFFFFFFF and I come running every time. Hope you recover from your Assigned Girl By Fandom period. Get well soon annoying prince.
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001: Full Restore | 003: Growth
One of the many perks of having saphics in one's life is that my baby is gonna be dripped the fuck out in various crocheted garments. 🧶
I'm working on a multiple Wardens fic and I'm trying to decide what ship to go with for Morrigan. I'm Tabris/Zevran and Brosca/Alistair all the way, and I think Cousland/Leliana works really well.
Which ship do you prefer?
Fem Surana/Morrigan
Male Mahariel/Morrigan

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no rest for the wicked.
finest Antivan silk again :>
me, at least once a day: ha. haha yeah. it's just this little game. idk if u heard of it...........
More games need to let you fuck up your romance entirely. Like truly one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me in a game is Alistair dumping me because i made him king and then like an hour later i was knocking on his door like "hey by the way i need you to fuck Morrigan."
Would Morrigan and Alistair get along if they worked together again in the Inquisition era, or would they still be huge bitches to each other?
They make up and that's on growth 🌱😌🕊️
They still fuckin hate each other (plz explain why) 🔫🤬
They did the dark ritual and it's complicated (plz elaborate) ✨👶🏻✨

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I've been thinking about my oops-all-wardens headcannon where multiple potential HoFs we're recruited, and I'm curious about other people's headcannons!
Who are your fav wardens, who did they romance, and what world-state choices did they make? Who is the defacto leader? Who gets along and who doesn't?
since becoming a barista i have noticed a few very distinct typologies among my customers. such as:
the woke left: young and fashionable. visible tattoos. often enjoys matcha, lavender flavoring, oat milk, and cold foam. pretty decent customers.
sweet old man: drinks very sweet iced lattes, pays in cash, puts all of his change in the tip jar. sometimes orders hot coffee and i get scared that his shaky old man hands will spill it and he'll get burned but that has not yet happened and god willing never shall.
evil old man: only wants drip coffee and declares it ridiculous that any other form of coffee exists. some variants only want americanos and these variants are even scarier. watch out.
sweet old woman: might need her daughter's help to order but is very bubbly and open to trying new things. compliments baristas freely and frequently.
evil old woman: does not want coffee and only wants sweet tea or soda. will not tip even if she spends three hours in the shop repeatedly asking baristas to fetch things for her.
errand husband: either stiltedly recites an order to you or shows you the order in their texts/notes app. needs to step out of line and make a phone call if you ask any follow-up questions.
grindset girlie: always wearing scrubs, an apron, and/or a name tag. orders the exact same thing every day and knows the exact change she'll need to pay for it. her regular order is both extremely caffeinated and extremely sweet.
#mamabear: is actively wrangling two to four children while ordering. order changes repeatedly because the children cannot decide if they want a muffin or a cookie or apple juice or chocolate milk etc. for some reason these women are always wearing an article of clothing or carrying some personalized item that says "mama" on it.
schoolchildren: band of two to eight adolescents hanging out after school. extremely indecisive but generally quite polite and tip well.
amnesiac in love: grown adult who needs their partner to tell them what they like. gets asked a question about their own preferences and turns to their partner to answer for them. generally acts like a shy child looking to their guardian for behavioral cues if you try to interact with them and only wants to talk to mommy i mean their wife.
this of course is not an exhaustive list but those are just some of the most consistent Types i get. ok bye xoxo
Growing up bi/pan and Mormon in Texas meant constant crushing shame and self-loathing. I didn't have any framework to understand what I was, so I thought I was disgusting, sinful, and perverted.
When I first heard of bisexuality, I was told it wasn't a real thing like being actually gay, it was just people who were so far off the deep end that they would sleep with anyone or anything.
When I finally saw bi representation in my 20s, when I was already married, I can't even describe what a relief it was to learn that I wasn't a disgusting pervert for having always "liked both."
Then I came out, and it was the loneliest I have ever been.
It was worth it because I could finally stop hating myself for this shameful secret, and a few people I had grown up with in church privately reached out to say they thought they might be the same and didn't have anyone to talk to.
But, I lost my entire community. I had known that I would, but I was comforted by the knowledge that there was community to be had among other queer people who wouldn't be disgusted by my identity like most others in my life.
But it was Covid, so the only queer community I could access was online. As soon as I came out, the algorithms flooded my feed with biphobia. In that vulnerable state, every braindead post about the inane "bi women with boyfriends" discourse was a gut punch, because it made me realize that there was no community for me. I had lost the one I had, and this one didn't want me either.
It turns out that in real life queer community is beautiful. Queer community is about standing together in solidarity, and most people are not biphobic, and they are not interested in being the label cops. Those annoying individuals exist, but they are outnumbered by gorgeous queer people too busy living their own beautiful lives outside of strict boundaries to spend time trying to force reductive limits onto you.
I say this because the internet is constantly platforming all that unoriginal, overplayed, biphobic hack shit, and you need to remember that that is not representative of the vibes in actual queer gathering places. Turn off your phone, unfollow that comedian, and go to a drag show. 💜

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God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour
you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter
every day at least once while on a walk i think to myself “it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour” and sometimes if i am alone i say it out loud
The truest thing I've ever said, honestly.