jenny, 47, sweden. she/they. mostly reblogging fandom stuff, pretty things and the occasional political post. likes mountains.
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walk w me.. neve gallus in ferelden fit
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"in your life" meaning you met them enough times and substantially enough to remember them. and not just consider them some faceless, theoretical stranger.
#yes#several of them#but especially grand uncle lennart#he lived nearby and was always around#dropping in at least once a week for a coffee and a chat#and took me with him visiting all the other people he knew all over the municipality#he tended bees and taught me lots abbout honey making#and when he passed i inherited his kitchen mixer (still in use) and half his library
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One of my favorite codex entries so far is Emmrich's list of books banned from students in the Mourn Watch, and it's three he supports banning or limiting because 1) blood magic and should be studied academically but with older students 2) written by a demon and that could be dangerous 3) non-authenticated and he would like it to be before students read it
Which is wonderful in it of itself, he's clearly a wonderful teacher that believes in responsibility but also access to information
but what pushes it into favorite tier is the fourth one is "Why would you want to ban the smutty literature it's harmless compared to what we routinely study and I'm appalled and concerned someone would even suggest it"
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Someday your hands will be old and wrinkled, the skin spotted and bunching over your knuckles. And a child will watch you make something. It's a simple task, you'll have done it a thousand times before. But to that child, the smooth, confident way your hands move will seem like impossible magic. You have to keep living.
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started drawing, had a breakdown, bon appetite
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I sincerely detest having the flu.
My head hurts, my throat hurts, my back hurts and my skin hurts. I am either too warm or too cold, and feel genuinely miserable.
Paracetamol helps enough that I can at least read a little, or sleep a few hours, but I’ve soon maxed out my daily dose.
Ugh.
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guys you don't understand i love big buff horses so much
draft horses i love u i love u i love u
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I was dying when we first met. I mean, I looked well enough, just got out of rehab and all that. Thought that I knew everything, but I didn’t. I didn’t realize how much work I would have to put in and how much time it would take. But most of all, I didn’t realize that things could get better. And that I could actually be… Yes, I was dying. And no one could see it but you. You saved my life, Joan. We’re partners. No, we’re much better than that. We’re two people that love each other. We always have been.
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Sebastian: there are APOSTATES in this party, Fenris.
Fenris: ugh, yeah I know. Fucking bastards, all.
Sebastian: we should turn them in, it's our duty to the Maker
Fenris: absolutely not, what the fuck is wrong with you? Actually if you so much as look at Hawke wrong I'm going to kill you.
Sebastian: HAWKE IS A MAGE???
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