#left right down

[artcalledoddities]

Not My Not my fuel that brought them down Those birds flying in the black All the hawks Fueled by my be expertise They where brought down By RPG I sampled gave test for The parts of millionths They still fell down Not in my experiences Not my Who plays the continued on game? Not my doing Not my testing Not of in my range for expert War on (ByROGue pictured in the 1-9) I’m the one near present upper left Screaming at RPC Counting as I wish Beats within I had those words to say (ByRPCscream no. 1 if counting left to right down than Rogue is number 7) If I was number three all masked up No. 9 sitting with Lincoln Playboy boy bunny two Under the stairs a five 8 love my Lightning Obelisk in the sixth distance (I’m fourth long haired old job lost by r e s t in the lumber) That guy adding stickers! R E S T That singular play also R E S T Merry Christmas Not My Not my But my MMybsDroW WordsbyMM Presence

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[echoes-of-the-unknown]

These guys practically drew themselves being too sweet for words

[bubblybloob]

I find it very funny that supposedly every time our voices bicker and argue, the princess is just left there, totally unaware.

She seemingly acknowledges this too! After a while of back and forth in our mind, she’ll pipe up because she’s noticed we’ve gotten lost in our thoughts. She must think we have trouble with zoning out. She’s not necessarily wrong, I guess.

[heavenbarnes]

prone bone with older bf!simon…. dreamy dreamy sigh!!

- 🪩 (don’t know if you have anons that sign off as anything, but if not feel free to disregard!!)

you can thank military drills for the way older bf!simon can hold a plank for as long as he needs

that way he doesn’t crush the life out of you when he fucks you prone

not that you’d mind

would be your preferred way to go out

instead you get caged in by two strong arms, either side of your head

when you lay your head to the side you can almost see his tattoos moving when he flexes his arms, like the flaming skull is laughing at your predicament

you need something to focus on, something to ground you- greyscale ink blurring before your eyes as you just cannot escape it

escape the thing above you that has you trapped

six feet four inches and three hundred pounds of muscle

the driving force behind hips that are relentlessly driving into you, forcing you flat into the mattress

and you asked for this

you had to be the tease, you had to push his buttons and call him “old man” and put your feet in his lap

if you do die under the immense weight of simon riley’s obsession

it’ll be your own doing

“so- fuckin’- tight- g’na- take- m’cock?”

he even punctuates sentences with his thrusts

completely at his mercy, as if you had any choice but to take it

“yeah g’na take this cock, s’fuckin’ ‘ard f’you”

oh you want to take it alright

you might’ve even told him how bad if your tongue wasn’t hanging out your mouth

eyes rolled back

drool pooling against the pillow he’d kindly slipped beneath your head before fucking you within an inch of your life

“s’fucking filthy, darling”

did he mean the swirling look in your eye?

did he mean the rhythmic sounds of his hips? or the wet squelch that came from you?

did he mean the smell that’d filled the room since you started? the one he was getting high off?

did he mean the mindless babbles falling off your lips every time his hand swung down to slap your ass?

all of the above?

[anarcho-yorpism]

To all the communist transvestites, VOTE👏VON👏HINDENBURG👏

I'm just as radical as you; I'm a proud member of the great Social Democratic Party of Germany! I don't know what the crazy communists are telling you, but Paul von Hindenburg is our only hope to defeat the Nazis. After we elect him, then we can discuss other politics, but this is the BARE MINIMUM, and if you don't vote for him, you clearly have this crazy purity test that'll bring us all to fascism.

I know you might be worried about his "senility" and "failing health", and I know you may not like him because of his push to the right, and I know you may be worried about the brownshirts, and the recent persecution of Dr. Hirschfeld and his work, and maybe you STILL haven't gotten over the whole Rosa Luxemburg stuff,

but none of that really matters! We need to keep the SPD in power, or else Hitler will get in charge! This is the most important and most basic thing you could do to help Germany stay a democracy. In 6 years, then maybe we can find a better candidate, but no matter what you think about von Hindenburg, he's the best shot we have at keeping the fascists out of power. We can totally push him left!

Any vote against von Hindenburg is a vote for Hitler. #Hindenburg1932

[courtesanofdeath]

sorachi redraws (volume 1) gintoki 20 years later!

[novembermorgon]

aemon

[coywolfcollections]

Mustelids! (Prints available here)

[hinamie]

congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/

[fortunaestalta]

[vigilskeep]

when you first start the cousland origin, you can have some conversations with arl howe, teyrn cousland, and duncan that shed some interesting light on the political situation in ferelden. it’s definitely the origin where you get the most context on the rebellion and on cailan and his father. while howe isn’t exactly the most trustworthy of sources, he is also one of the most openly critical of cailan that we have access to, which i think is worthy of interest

howe remembers maric with what the toolset describes as “genuine fondness”: “your father hasn’t spoken of our time with him? that man took care of his friends. as they say, he was large as life and twice as tall!” i think we should pay particular attention to that man took care of his friends.

what howe’s talking about is a really important aspect of kingship, where you win the consent and enthusiasm of the nobility for your rule by offering rewards like wealth, land, and prestige to the loyal. kingship is always less stable than it’s portrayed, and this is one of the ways that kings must essentially sell to the nobility that answering to them is worth their time, which would be especially important in ferelden given everything we know about its culture. fereldans believe someone only has power when it is given by the loyalty of those below them, who have the right to freely rescind that loyalty. the dao codex says that “the sight of [fereldan kings] asking for—and working to win—the support of ‘lesser’ men is a source of constant wonder to foreign ambassadors.”

i suspect howe is remembering a maric fresh from the victories of the rebellion, who was able to reward those who had followed him with the spoils of those victories. at the end of the stolen throne, we see that in the final days of the rebellion, maric was killing those who had betrayed his mother to the orlesians even when they arrived under truce to meet him on holy ground. in dao, we see no lingering orlesian nobility except for those who married in and continue to be met with marked hostility. i think we can safely surmise that maric elected to make no conciliatory measures and give everything to those who had followed him; with the orlesians on the run and his people out for blood, he was in a strong enough position to do so, and it certainly served to win the fond memories of men like howe.

by contrast, howe goes on to say, “it’s too bad cailan isn’t half that.” the toolset notes establish very clearly that it’s the same issue, elaborating on howe’s thoughts: “bitter turn, i don’t get as much from the current king”, and “disdainful, i have no use for him, he does me no favours”. this isn’t a minor character detail, if howe’s last words when killed by the player are anything to go by. “maker spit on you... i deserved... more...” whatever it is that howe feels he should have been given, by the crown or anyone else, it characterises his actions and his defining treachery.

it’s in these same conversations that we see another side of this demonstrated. there are two points where howe can openly criticise the king, and bryce immediately admonishes him for both. one even has the toolset note: “speaks sharply, as a lord to a lesser man, not a friend to an equal”. it definitely comes across that way; the way he tells howe “that’s enough” is not far off the voice he uses when the player, his child, displeases him. bryce can’t tolerate any criticism of cailan, as the couslands in dao are ardent supporters of the king. to venture some hc, i suspect that this is not merely royalist fervour, and that howe’s resentment for having been given less is matched by bryce’s awareness of the precariousness of having more.

over the centuries, the theirins have consolidated their power and eradicated almost all the teyrns (the noble rank that is second only to the king). with the only other lingering teyrn being loghain, who is essentially part and parcel of the royal family, the couslands stand alone as the only real rivals to theirin power within ferelden. there are rumours that bryce was once considered for king instead of the theirins; he too could have decided to believe he “deserved more”. but unlike howe, and perhaps understandably given his strong position and happy growing family, he is satisfied with what he has. he will not take the risk of even the slightest challenge being made within his hall

(i expect that bryce’s satisfaction with the current situation further spurred howe’s dissatisfaction to its heights, given the complicated cousland-howe history and the fact that he was expected to accept a friend he had fought beside as a superior for the rest of his life.)

i don’t think howe’s judgement on cailan is likely to be without basis. we don’t hear about any victories the young king has to his name, from which he could have passed around spoils. (to be fair, cailan had harder luck than maric in this regard. a king who raises a successful rebellion gets to bring glory and prestige to everyone who follows him, whereas a king trying to rebuild after that rebellion mostly gets to bring, uh, taxes probably. especially on wealthy centres of trade like howe’s amaranthine, one might assume.) cailan also takes a far more diplomatic approach to the question of orlais, which perhaps predictably did not win over many nobles of howe’s generation. it makes sense that cailan’s strongest supporters would instead be men like bryce who hope for things to simply continue, peacefully, as they are. perhaps in another world where cailan had won the battle of ostagar, he might have earned wider respect. (you could actually argue on this basis that there’s more sense and purpose to cailan’s glory-seeking than he usually gets credit for.) but howe already acts before ostagar, which can only demonstrate his certainty in cailan’s failings at this point: his belief that even if cailan could win, he would not be stable enough to pursue justice for the couslands

[mobius-m-mobius]

It's a pretty cool name.

Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere

[cry-ptidd]

” Am I not right to weep? O my children, cursed children of a hateful mother - ”

[lessthanimpressedlesbian]

I feel so vindicated knowing that we all read those many microexpressions correctly. Laura was really playing an anxious queer woman in love with her best friend so accurately that we couldn't help but pick up on all the little nuances.