#Nothing to worry about here

[realtalk127]

If it takes away all our magic, anything gifted to us from something greater...

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

My doctors don't actually diagnose ADHD in adults, so happy to announce that I'm completely normal and totally fine!

Good to know

[woodpengu]

I learned something new today... which resulted in a surging desire to have a tattoo of a goose. So... this is kind of the start of that venture.

For those that want to know:

There was the attempted invasion of Gaul into Rome (apparently, don't @ me, please), where the guards were alerted by the honking of geese, which saved their gluteals.

The goose is [apparently] the symbol of Moneta, goddess of warning. So a temple was erected in her honor.

'Monere', deriving from 'Moneta', meaning to 'warn', 'remind', or 'instruct', is often associated with omens and prophetic warnings. So... erm... *cough*

B̶̛̹E̸͇͛ ̸̹̫̦̲̙͊̀̆N̴͍̜͙̄̽͌͜O̵͎͆̈T̸͎̖̠̑̄ ̷̀͠͝ͅA̴̖͑̃̀̔̓F̷͓̒̊́̀R̵̢̲͈̝͆͗͝Ā̷̟̍̐̀Ǐ̷͔̹̝͐͐͝D̸̫͓͕͉͂̒͂̉ ̷͎̼̙̽ ̵̔͗͝

̴͉͓͌̀H̵̺͉̎̈́O̷̘̖̫̼̲̓̎͠Ņ̵̱̐̀K̷̗͈̰͋̀!

[ehazzz]

[sn0tcl0wn]

his name is poppy poliestere and he's a children's entertainment extraordinaire. this is a man puppet who is clearly qualified to educate your kids. his costars and producers all love and respect him. everyone is his friend. he's a hard worker who takes his career seriously. what a good guy. i sure hope nothing bad happens to him.

[just-a-little-boat]

Since I’ve deleted basically all forms of public social media my ability to scroll has been taken away. So instead I’ll just scroll endlessly on instacart just to feel something

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[umblrspectrum]

she was being a bitch so n took a pic from his perspective

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[coldbycrossfade]

MAN THAT REALLY COLORS THIS RESPONSE IN THIS CONVERSATION SO DIFFERENTLY FOR ME

[hungharrington]

i’m almost 22 and have never even kissed a boy (which i’m chronically insecure about). it’s made me feel very nervous regarding intimacy or “doing it wrong”. i feel like steve would be great coach and reassure the reader it’s okay and that they’re doing great. nothing to embarrassed about. (my soul needs this so bad)

hi honey !! i think you r so right & steve would be the perfect guy to give all the assurances <3 i hope u know that kisses don’t matter too much til they’re with someone you’re rlly sweet on so i wouldn’t sweat it angel x this one is sfw! wowzer!

You’re on your couch and in Steve’s lap and worried about just about everything. 

Steve’s being sweet about it, his hands resting gently on either side of your waist, his thumbs swiping up and down to comfort you. He’s watching you closely, unaware he’s just taken your first, second, and third ever kisses. How could he know? you think, on the side of insecurity— it seems everybody else your age has already kissed someone. 

“You okay?” He asks, hazel eyes tracing over the soft features of your face. He loves your nose and the shape of your bottom lip— strange things to like perhaps, but Steve doesn’t care. 

You nod but don’t say anything. The motion is a bit jerky. Your hands are planted on his shoulders, holding them probably a bit too tight. Exhaling a breath, you nod again and pretend the fondness in his gaze isn’t making you shy.

“Yeah,” you finally speak, voice smaller than you intend. “Just- just wanna like—“ you swallow, eyes darting to the ceiling for a moment, if only to avoid his intense eyes. “I wanna get this right.” 

A car engine drones by outside in the dusky evening. Steve gives a little chuckle and his hands on your waist tug forward, pulling your attention down and your body an inch closer to his. It’s warm— every part of him is glowing warm. 

“I don’t think there’s any way you can get this wrong,” He admits, awfully sincere about it. 

It’s the truth. Steve likes you a lot. You could probably bite his lip too hard and make it bleed and he’d still find it pleasant. You have that effect on him. 

You don’t know that though. So, every stress seems very, very real. Are you kissing firm enough? Too firm? God, are your lips too dry? 

Your tongue flicks out to wet them, your hands giving his shoulders a nervous, minuscule squeeze. In your chest, your heart is torn between rabbiting in its anxiety or shrivelling in insecurity. 

“I mean,” you laugh a little, if only to cover your embarrassment. You duck your head to avoid his face, murmuring, “If there is, I’m sure I’ll find it. I haven’t, uh, exactly done this… too much.”

“That’s fine,” Steve says instantly. His warm, large hands give a tender squish on your waist, before sliding up and around to curl snugly around your body. He sits up a little straighter, his nose nudging against yours. 

“No, Steve,” you say, cheeks a touch heated. You count his eyelashes so you can avoid his eyes, you voice dropping volume towards the end of your sentence. “I mean, like… like ever.” 

Surprise flashes in his eyes for only a moment. His gaze darts down to your lips quickly but then he’s smiling, nudging closer, and stealing a quick kiss off your lips. Now he’s taken your fourth kiss too. 

You flush, something warm pinging its way up your spine. 

“That’s okay,” He murmurs, sounding like he really means it. 

“It is?” 

“It’s great. You’re great.” He kisses you again—your fifth— so sweet it tastes like sugar on your lips, his arms around you pulling you in closer. You drown in it, enamoured by how it feels to have his lips against yours. God, he makes you dizzy. 

Steve breaks the kiss but stays close, his arms pulling you closer still so you’re straddling him properly. He’s warm, so warm— and so freakin’ nice to you. 

“You don’t find it weird?” You can’t help but whisper. Your eyes crush closed, unable to face him. 

“Weird?” Steve echoes. “Are you kidding me? It’ll take more than that to freak me out.” 

One of his hands shifts up, moving up off your waist to cradle your jaw gently in his large palm. He peppers a string of kisses along your cheek and jaw, beginning to suck a sweet spot beneath your ear. Your hips shift before you realising, subtly grinding down into his. Flames begin to burn in your stomach. 

“It’s—I mean it’s kind of, like, a little embarrassing, don’t you think?” You continue, voice a little breathier than before. You’re not sure what you’re trying to convince of him of— you certainly don’t want him to stop. 

Steve’s lips brush over the barely forming bruise on your skin and your breath hitches. 

“Are you feeling embarrassed?” 

One slow kiss against your neck, his plush lips accompanied by the heat of his tongue. You squirm in his lap but don’t answer, fearful of being too truthful. You are and you aren’t. He isn’t making you embarrassed but you are, just a little. 

Your silence makes Steve pause, digging his face out of your neck to meet your eyes. “Hey. You shouldn’t be embarrassed- if you are for some other reason, we can— we can like stop—“ 

“No.” You cut in, God, now you’re seriously giving him the wrong idea. “No, oh my god, I sound so stupid- it’s not you— Steve—“ 

He cuts you off with another kiss, your sixth, and steals your runaway thoughts. It blissfully chases away your nerves for just a moment. 

“Great.” He smiles against your mouth, giving another squeeze of your waist. “Cos you don’t need to be.” He kisses your mouth again, seven. “All you need to be is enjoying yourself, okay? 

You like the sound of that— adore the way he’s so seamlessly finds the thing that sets your nerves alight and soothes it so easily. You whisper back, “Okay,” and gift him your eighth kiss, sweet and fierce. 

[theladyeowyn]

My life has been a hundred and seven hours long. Most of that has been these half-hour sessions.

Severance, 1x08 “What’s for Dinner?” // 2x03 “Who Is Alive?”

[skimmeh]

Hey check out my lil tiefling halfling Shepard bard called Edwin ... :) he a stinker

[aethris-art]

WoL spotted by trail camera somewhere in the Shroud

Inspired by this post by @stormclaws (I am genuinely SO SORRY if you got multiple notifs because I kept uploading the wrong versions T.T)

[posi-pan]

a day late, but i’m here now so let’s spread some love and support for pan folks!! i hope pansexual, panromantic, panalterous, pansensual, panplatonic, panaesthetic, and pangender (and any other pan related labels i might’ve missed) people have a lovely week. i love y’all so much.

pan week is december 6-12 💗💛💙

[legionofpotatoes]

I was recently invited to EA's Support a Creator program, which basically means you can uhhh support? Me I guess. If you're planning on buying a Dragon Age on the EA App or through the website itself (dragonage.com), that is.

And yup that's any Dragon Age PC game (including veilguard) with no restrictions on country or preorders or what have you. You can simply punch in LAZARART in the promo box at checkout and it'll kick a small commission fee my way.

I honestly wish it was a discount of some sort, but really nothing changes on your end except for fiddling with a code. I don't have a good pitch for this. So feel free to ignore it! I was surprised to be included in this at all seeing as I'm not really a "content creator" in the space as such, I'm just some art guy.

But hey, I'm still grateful as hell and in case someone's buying a dragon age at one of those spots and feels like giving me a supportive shoulder squeeze, here's a way to do it!