#BANGER POST OP

[siffrin-enthusiast]

couldnt be siffrin

[attempting to flirt] if i was stuck in a timeloop id desperately explain my situation to you every single reset

[attyrocious]

just look at this tiktok so i dont have to explain myself

[gillionmeowstrider]

absence of warmth.

based off this post by @theratdruid

[unmotivatedartistry]

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alt to this post

[genderrevealparty]

good god something evil is happening in the notes

I think my favorite bit i do with customers is when white women are like ‘i dont know what to getttttt’ and i hit them with the ‘you should be bad~ 😈’

[strawberryteabunny]

oldschool Angelic Pretty strawberry dresses🍓

[smuttybun]

Weird prompt but kiss kiss fall in love

I have to rewatch this now

I watched it in parts on YouTube, subtitles of course. So I can love Tamaki all I want without his voice being poisoned by Ick

[moonworshippinglesbiandotcom]

swifties kinda up there with the worst fandoms ever

[luigiheritageposts]

Luigi heritage post

Imagine with me Mario knows exactly what Luigi‘s type in men are so when him and peach are talking Mario’s like “what does this bowser fellow even look like anyways” peach goes on to describe him as like 10 foot fire breathing turtle Mario starts asking questions like how would you describe his eyes

Peach:… I guess Stern and sharp

Mario: looking increasingly worried “does he have a deep voice like rustic”

Peach: starting to get concerned yeah??

Mario: I need to get to my brother!!

Peach: what? I mean of course we’re going to get your brother but you seem… Extra desperate

Mario: I can’t have my brother falling for tyrant

Peach: WHAT?!?! Mario what are you talking about.

Mario: “ tall! deep rustic voice! sharp AND stern looking man THATS TOTALLY HIS TYPE!! we’re lucky that he’s a real bad guy so it’s not like he’s going to do anything like caress Luigis face gently ”

meanwhile Luigi looking into Bowser‘s eyes as his chin is lifted up to make sure he doesn’t look away (oooh nooo hee’s hoooot!!!!)

[cowbutchranch]

Your tags make me giggle

oh this is embarrassing 😭 my tags are just unfiltered horny me I’m so sorry

[aquamarinebling]

vinny posting on a friday afternoon

[tryinginvaintobreathethefire]

how dare the ✨bruce springsteen✨ subreddit make me feel old. people in the comments had to explain to this person what a hidden track is, i can feel my body turning to dust

[heal2ninjagogirl]

I don't think season 7's opening song gets enough credit or hype like I hear stuff about season 5's opening song but I don't hear ANYTHING about season 7 like whattt

[joelletwo]

[pointing] teen boy

[rosesradio]

you want your white dad to say “you slammed your penis into the wrong car door” ??

oh absolutely. i can't be the only one saying "penis" in the house

[thecryoftheseagulls]

And then, if you play a Brosca, there's the added layer of always having been told that you never belonged in Orzammar anyway, that the Stone had turned its back on you from the moment of your birth. Maybe that means you find a freedom on the surface that you've never known, where no one understands that the brand on your face marks you as other, and all they see is a dwarf. You could have had this -- fresh, strange air on your face; a whole bevy of new places to see and people to meet and experiences to have -- anytime, if only you'd been brave enough to step through Orzammar's stone doors years ago.

Or maybe being both surfacer and duster makes you twice-forsaken. You let Duncan take you up here. The Stone may have turned its back on you first, but you turned your back on it last. There is no going home again to a home that has never loved you back. All you can do is walk forward, letting the sun touch your skin, and wait for even the stone sense to leave you.

These days I kind of can't stop thinking about how much I enjoyed the possibility of being from Orzammar in Origins, specifically because just being who you are put so much of the early game in a wholly different context.

Like, a dwarf from Orzammar has, by definition, lived literally under a rock their whole lives!! They've never left the underground, and yes, while that also makes their ignorance of surface squabbles (the mage issue, the Ferelden/Orlais conflict, everything with the city elves and the Dalish, etc.) make a lot of sense, it also comes with so many interesting new angles that I'm honestly so surprised still that I've never really seen it mentioned very often, if at all. (Even though we even get an explicit moment to reflect on it, when leaving with Oghren.)

In Origins, the moment a dwarf first steps out through the gates of Orzammar and begins the game, is a profoundly life-altering experience. Dare I say, even more so than it is for an elf or a human. Because stepping out, for the first time, they are entering an entirely new world, and for the first time, in front of them is a vast expanse of nothing but air.

The end of the prologue, it's not just a fundamental personal change that awaits you, it's also a displacement so complete, that it's absolutely dizzying to even think about.

That first time a dwarf feels the sun on their skin, they are made sun-touched, a surfacer: stripped not only from caste and kin, of identity, but also faith and memory, any favor their ancestors may have still held for them, and any possibility of ever returning, as far as they know. (Aeducan may even have a bitter little chuckle over the irony of how they could very well have just one day before shrugged off the concerns of their surface brethren completely, only to be made one of them now.)

Their whole lives, they had always been able to see the opposite wall of the cave, or at least to know for sure that it's there, along with the miles and miles of unchanging, crystal-littered rock stretching protectively over their heads-- now all of that is gone. There's nothing between them, and the infinite and ever-changing blue, grey, orange, black of the open sky they've never seen, and in the distance, there's no wall-- just glorious, humongous mounds and spires of rock jutting up into the belly of the sky, the likes of which they've only ever seen from the inside.

Orzammar, despite no sunlight ever penetrating that far, is always lit bright, and it's heated by the lava streams and pools below. A dwarf has never known anything colder or warmer, brighter or darker, never seen seasons change... the biting winds and the frequent rains in Ferelden are completely new to them, not to mention the terrifying cracks of thunder that sound like the very Stone over them cracking in two, the bright flashes of lightning illuminating the night for but a moment, or waking in the middle of the night to what sounds like countless fingers pat-pat-patting the tarp of their tent, or the fact that animals -which are varied and plentiful and wholly alien- sometimes just randomly fall into the sky, like the rumors say! They might know academically that with birds, that just sort of tends to happen, but they've never seen one take off!!

Hell, all of surface flora and fauna are completely new to them-- it's likely they've only ever seen a tree or a dog in a picture book. Flowers, they've likely only ever seen as an expensive and frivolous luxury few can afford to have for a while, and even then, they are by necessity brought in removed from their roots, dead, wilting, taken from their natural place... while here, blooms just spring up underfoot willy-nilly, not entirely unlike mushrooms at the home which is not theirs anymore.

And... there must be something organic, something comfortingly animal to the scent of hundreds of warm bodies crammed into a sealed hole in the ground-- which is just gone now. The air is fresh, clean... empty, cold, lonely. No smell of spilled ale, piss, and vomit, no thick scent of the combined breaths and bodies of all their people... no scent of belonging, the air that moves their lungs now is no longer that which has moved those of all they've ever known, and every breath washes more, and more, and more of who they once were from inside their very body.

Being on the surface, it's like being thrust into an alien world, with which all just expects you to be intimately familiar. What do you mean the grass, the bugs, the birds, the leaves are strange? What do you mean you've never eaten leaves from this plant, fruit from this tree, the flesh of this creature you've only ever heard about? They laugh when you avert your eyes from the sky and try not to think about falling into it, or when you startle at the feeling of falling water suddenly hitting your skin, as if that was somehow funny, charming.

The night, which you've never before seen fall, is a comfort from all that endless, boundless seeing- but after the Joining, not even that is a relief.

Because if you're a dwarven Warden, all the dreams you've had in your life have been nightmares.

So you cope. You learn, and adapt, and endure.

Strong and immutable, like the Stone from which you were rent.