#flag draped

[littlejonijones]

the boys are back on tour ! source

[invinciblerodent]

also quietly remarking that having read through the preliminary patch notes for patch 7 of bg3, there are a few changes that I immediately don't like, chief among them the expression “fixes” for the PC in the AA kisses.

like I get that it makes for a more versatile story and a wider variety of possible characters for the PC to be, but Astarion, especially ascended, is already the character people most struggle to read. And I of course don't blame Larian for that, any complex story worth telling is bound to be misunderstood, I respect their commitment to bringing the story closer to their own vision (if that was the intention), but.... I really can't help but wonder if that's actually the case this time, or if they're just bending to the will of a loud minority of people who aren't even interested in engaging with the story beyond "he's strong and rich now, yay".

(I mean. not to say that certain AA fans wouldn't be able to see a big flashing neon sign across the screen that says “THIS IS A TOXIC AND ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP. YOU FAILED TO BREAK THE CYCLE OF ABUSE.” and ignore it just the same; but you know what I mean.)

[zhoras-bitch]

Saw a few people saying that they dropped Cain's romance path after this update, specifically because they were uncomfortable with some of the fucked up moments that happened in the shower diamond scene—which is completely valid, I will never judge anyone for having preferences, triggers or boundaries. However, it did made me go like, what did you expect lol. One of their first interactions is literally Lane slapping him across the face and him being clearly into it. I didn't realise anyone was under the impression their romance would be sweet or normal.

[another-little-hippie]

Happy Pride to the Hurting Kind music video!

[chiropteracupola]

hello hello there are now a Variety of sharpe stickers on ye olde red-bubble

[much like the heron ones, these are also available in pride variations! there's a starting set of bi, aro, trans, and lesbian, but I'll add more if there's interest in anything particular!]

[royalty-nobility]

Edward, Duke of York (1739-1767)

Artist: Pompeo Girolamo Batoni (Italian, 1708-Rome)

Date: Signed and dated 1764

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Royal Collection Trust, United Kingdom

Prince Edward, Duke of York and Albany

Prince Edward, Duke of York and Albany (Edward Augustus;[1] 25 March 1739 – 17 September 1767) was a younger brother of George III of the United Kingdom and the second son of Frederick, Prince of Wales, and Princess Augusta of Saxe-Gotha.

Portrait Description

Edward Augustus, Duke of York, is shown in three-quarter-length, in the undress uniform of a flag officer, wearing the Garter. His right forearm rests on a chair and with his left hand he indicates the Colosseum, visible in the background. On the table behind him lie his hat and sword. In 1763-64 the Duke visited Italy on a Grand Tour.

Italian portraiture at this date was dominated by Pompeo Batoni and while in Rome (15 April - 28 April 1764) the Duke sat to Batoni for this portrait. The portrait exists in several versions. The surprisingly modest composition may be explained by the short period that the Duke was in Rome, or may be because the portrait was conceived with the intention of making several replicas from it.

Reference to these was made in James Martin’s ‘Grand Tour Journal MS.’, where an entry dated 20 July 1764 reads: ‘Went to Pompeia Batoni’s saw there several portraits. He has made a copy from that of the Duke of Yorke & rec’d orders for One or Two more.’ Comparison of the three portraits in the Royal Collection shows minor variations in the outlines of the lace at the sitter’s throat and wrists.

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[ledstaracg]

Saw TTGL movie 2 last night.

A dad and his 10 year old son sat behind me.

They both loved it (I did, too). The dad loved the battles and the son loved when the mecha had boobs (I did, too).

[sketchyfandomgirl]

Soap would’ve loved tumblr’s reaction to the queen’s death

[sinsmockingbird]

My cat is the type of old man to go, "Go gays! Gay it up!" I love this old man, my baby boy. Look at him finding his Lesbianism.

[saucerfulofsins]

I'm at a pink saturday/gay pride event in a home for the elderly where 2 lesbian ladies are doing the music and I know till there was you was a cover by the Beatles but also it makes me think gay Beatles (correct)

[shipaholic]

The reliable outpouring of Aziraphale/Crowley pride-themed artwork every June is so precious to me ❤️

[lionbearfox]

unsure if i want to color this before i post the full thing but very fond of this lil bailu so have a gift <3

[fangedsatyr]

if i do all my hmw im gonna go to a pride event tmw ^_^

[the-kneesbees]

when Noah said "I was a girl at school and a boy online" he was so real for that because same

[lost-in-letters]

My heart feels all blue,

The shade you use as ink, to pen down your words. The same as the eyeliner, i drew on you, a congregation of all the blues. The colour of the sky when I miss you. And the saree i wore, that night in your room where the light felt just a bit too bright, my tears a bit too heavy.

My heart feels all red,

Red as deep as the henna i wear. Red as the pallette the sky paints when i held your hands. Soft as the blood rush to your cheeks. The traffic light you rush to not get caught in. As red as the single wall in my room, which feels more welcoming these days.

My heart feels all black,

The colour of your hair, i could probably write few words about, once i find them that is. As dark as the skies before a rainstorm. As your tshirt that's still with me, that fits me as well as our hands fit in our hands. And the shirt you wore that day and my kajal marks in one of your clothes, as you won your bet that night.

My heart feels all yellow,

The colour of the flowers, i saw in that hilltop, when i felt i could breathe inspite of my lungs screaming, where i said to myself i would be alright, when everything in me whispered the opposite. The shade of the sun, that falls through the windows in my work, a portrait of the most inconsequential thing i look forward to everyday.

My hearts all pink,

The colour of the sky in the evening, as i return home that makes me believe. The shade i draw on my lips everyday. The walls of my bedroom, different from all the blues i knew, and yet familiar in the way of cotton candy dreams of my childhood.