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please watch my favorite game changer clip ever

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"cozy game" maybe for YOU. I have spreadsheets

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Polycule but it’s just two people in a romantic relationship with each other and their third who’s pretty obviously aroace but also somehow so deeply intertwined in their lives that it’d just be wrong to not count them as involved. Is this anything.

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My tarot cards say my anxiety is a bitch, clean my altar, and find a hobby.

What the fuck kind of hobby is cheap and easy to pick up because if I'm not good at it, I'm gonna get upset and more stressed

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The thing about reclaiming slurs is that once you've been affectionally called 'faggot' by friends, loved ones, and amiable fellows on the internet for long enough, you almost forget that it means something else to people who hate you.

Honestly at this point if a stranger on the street yelled "hey faggot!" after me, I'd probably turn around like "what?" like they'd just casually called me by name, and they were only trying to get my attention because they wanted to tell me something, before processing that they're being hostile.

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🎀 Some fancy critters 🎀

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(I haven't written in a long time and I don't think I can write long pieces anymore, but I hope its enjoyable, at least! Always looking for feedback and I'll likely revise more before putting everything together!)

Art by the fantastic @teallinum!

Wandermere, Northern Elwynn - 10pm

Golden lights danced in the dimly lit room, small hung braziers glowing warmly against the sandy, gilded walls.  The air smelled of jasmine and dragon’s blood and the smoke wafting from the censers intermingled with the hazy flow from the hookahs nestled around the room.  In some aspects, one might see this as a gathering of powers across Azeroth.

Chieftain Thrall and his mate, Aggra, curled up together next to Lady Proudmoore and the Blue Aspect, Kalegos.  Each one wore a specially tailored silk robe akin to the garb they normally donned.  While the four kept in quiet conversation, smiles crossing their faces, there were more somber folks in attendance.

Monte Gazlowe, recently returned from the chaos of Undermine, talked only of business to his ruby-haired companion, the host of this particular little party.  A woman with violet eyes, typically full of mirth, was melancholic as they toasted lost friends.

One guest, however, strayed away from the group, quietly nursing a hookah of his own in the back corner of the room.  The formerly lost King of Stormwind laid back against the cool sheets of a plush bed, drawing in a deep pull before letting the smoke billow over his head.  He seemed content, at least, if not a little lonely.

Perhaps that’s why she made the call.

Gazlowe’s business partner was more than such, and the half-elf couldn’t bear to see the king isolating himself even after reconnecting with his friends.  Maybe it was the intimacy of the situation?  A warm, cozy room, everyone draped in expensive robes and lounging about the various settings…It must seem quite foreign to him.

The woman excused herself for a moment, sending a servant for more tea and stepping out of the room to place a call over a communications device.  It was only a few minutes before a portal opened nearby, and she was, truthfully, surprised he’d taken so long.

From the arcane glow stepped the Black Prince, dashing as always, though looking a bit caught off guard to those who knew him.  She explained the situation, and he changed his attire in a puff of smoke to match the robes of the others in the room, though he’d held them shut with his hand rather than a tie, tucking his arm across his torso as the pair made their way into the room.

The quartet of leaders regarded him softly, with only Kalegos rising to meet him as they spoke in hushed voices.  Even so, the Blue dragon could see his young friend’s gaze catching onto the reason he was there.  As he returned to the group, Wrathion crossed the room, realizing he had no idea what to say to his long lost friend.

Anduin hadn’t seemed to notice, or was too lost in thought to pay a newcomer any mind.  Which suited the Black dragon just fine.  It was easier to fall into conversation when he caught the other unaware.

Only when the hookah pipe was taken from his hand and the weight on the bed shifted did the king open his eyes.  And from the looks of them, Wrathion had been the last person he’d expected to see.

The younger man couldn’t help the coy smirk which curled itself into his lips, gazing down at the shocked blond with a playfully fond look.  It was a moment before either of them spoke, the dragon’s fiery eyes taking in the other man’s rough appearance.  Blue eyes, conversely, seemed to be calculating whether or not he was real.

Warm, tender notes passed between them as the darker man finally spoke.

“It’s been too long…old friend.”

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This is a Monte Gazlowe appreciation post. I love him and if there ever was a romance mechanic added into the game, he's my pick.

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Night Orchids

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i think this would make good prints

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astarion my beloved i don't draw you often enough

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A reminder to the "the American government wouldn't..." crowd. They have. They have made their own internment camps before. They have rounded up innocent citizens and immigrants before. The victims of which are still alive to this day and trying to share their stories with the world, they have been trying to warn us for a long time. George Takei (as seen above) is a famous example of this. He has written about his experiences time and time again, even publishing a book talking about his time in these camps. He may be famous now, but at the time he was just another kid forced from his home. To this day he still firmly dedicates himself to trying to educate and inform people, trying to spread awareness with his platform. The American Government can and will do terrible things. Do not let anyone convince you otherwise.