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#art

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commission for @cd-rome

#audio #tes

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@tragicomedykitty

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the songs Beyoncé writes about that man are crazy it's like watching someone build the sistine chapel for a possum they found in a gas station parking lot

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My last post stopped getting donations, and I am still in dire need of help!

After putting down my 17 years old dog, my already precarious financial life went to shit. I am in a 1500USD Hole right now, and I need to pay it off as soon as possible since I have already two late energy bills and two months of insurance still unpaid. 

I am also extremely over drafted, so if anyone could spare anything, every a single dollar, it would help me immensely.

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5 with zevran and hamal for the kiss prompts!

5. Where it hurts.

Zevran has spent the better part of the evening lounging attractively on his bedroll, daggers and rags laid out to maintain the illusion of productivity, while carefully listening for footsteps.

He never wants to give the impression that he is waiting for Hamal—nevermind that it’s true. It’s the principle of the matter.

So he’s come to expect the Warden’s visits. So they’ve become part of his routine. What would be the point of saying so? He’ll come or he won’t. And so what if he doesn’t?

Eyeing his daggers with a final disappointed look, Zevran leaves his tent and ventures out to Hamal’s.

The cold bites at his ankles as he walks. He hurries forward with no need for light besides what the moon provides, and when he gets there, he nearly bumps headfirst into the man.

“Oh,” Hamal says, and Zevran’s heart skips a beat. “I was just about to come find you.”

“Oh?” Zevran returns, trying not to seem surprised, or gratified, or dizzy with warm happiness at those words. He smoothly interjects with a laugh. “Then it seems my timing was perfect.”

Ducking into the tent, he slides his arms around Hamal’s shoulders and drops into his lap in one smooth motion. And he kisses him, because he’s been wanting to. And Hamal kisses him back. It’s nearly perfect, but Zevran has honed his instincts out of bitter necessity over the years. There is a barely perceptible slowness to Hamal’s hands.

Zevran pulls back after a moment, and regards him through half-lidded eyes. In the dim light, Hamal looks back at him steadily and smiles.

There is so much he has yet to learn of this man.

And yet, Zevran feels he knows him more than half-way already.

“What’s wrong?”

Hamal’s smile falters slightly. He flicks his gaze downward, and sets his hands at Zevran’s waist. Zevran can feel one of this thumbs squeeze at his hipbone in a very distracting way. Is he stalling? There is no need to. Zevran is hardly one to pry. They can just as easily get back to business.

He spreads his legs a little, grinding down, knees bunching up the blanket beneath them. Hamal’s breath comes out in a low rumble.

“Sore,” he says quietly, and gathers him up in his arms. “Mm, but it’s nothing.”

Zevran thinks.

They’d had a fairly uneventful day. The only trouble had been a brief encounter with a pack of wolves and a bear scavenging the remains of a caravan. The bodies had been half-eaten when they’d arrived—far too late to be any help. The wolves had been easily chased off. But the bear had proven more difficult, and was only brought down after some impressive bow shooting on Hamal’s part.

It occurs to Zevran that just because he makes it look effortless, does not mean it is.

He carefully extracts himself from Hamal’s embrace.

“Hey-” Hamal says, about to protest, but Zevran interrupts.

“Where is the pain?”

“It’s… just beneath my left shoulder blade. A pulled muscle. Nothing more.”

“May I have a look?”

“Going to kiss it better, are you?” Hamal chuckles, stretching out on his bedroll. He tugs his shirt over his head and rolls onto his stomach.

Zevran wastes no time, and presses a kiss to the nape of his neck. It’s a lovely sight, vallaslin trailing over his muscled back.

“Tell me where it hurts most,” he says. “Here?” He kisses his left shoulder blade. Hamal gives a soft hum. “Here?” He kisses another spot, closer to his diaphragm. “Here?” He kisses the soft angle of his lateral muscle, and Hamal tenses slightly.

“That’s it.”

“Good…” Zevran murmurs. He swings a leg over, and settles atop Hamal’s lower back. “Is this alright?” he asks before he begins.

The question earns a low laugh. “Better than alright.”

Zevran smiles. He’s snagged a bottle of lightly scented oil from Hamal’s pack, and is just about to begin working those sore muscles of his when Hamal sighs, “I’m glad to have met you.”

Zevran stops.

He does not ask, why?

He does not say, you’d be the first.

He looks at the trusting body beneath him, ignores the odd twist in his gut, and the butterflies in his stomach.

He puts his hands on the Warden’s skin.

“Funny that,” Zevran says. “Me, too.”

#❤❤❤❤❤ #so cute!! #dragon age #zevran x warden #da:o

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Fairy Earcuffs and Earrings // One Step To Neverland

#fashion #jewelry

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I just think people who clean public spaces should make no less than $100,000 a year

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i can be your angle or yuor devil

#i hate this man why is he voiced by my favorite VA

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direct action means someone actually DOES the thing and accomplishes the goal themselves

so like, if your goal is to shut down a prison, doing actions, however bold or strategic or successful, to pressure the government to shut it down, is definitionally not direct action.

It's indirect—your group didn't shut it down directly, you did something to get the government shut it down.

in this example, direct action would be storming the prison and releasing the prisoners. that's you actually directly achieving your goal.

sometimes indirect actions are the smart play! they may be the most effective thing you can do in your specific circumstances with your specific resources.

that does not make them "direct action" though.

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#xenomorphs #alien #body horror cw

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#oc: hainne

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oh wait are leftists going to start defending this shitshow just bc the alt right took to being racist against the black lead and calling the white girl a mary sue? is this all happening again? am i seriously going through all of it again?

#oh great t/l/j deja vu awesome man #you better keep your fail ''''''g/houlfuckers''''''' in check or else we'll genuinely have r/eylo back

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if they had just fucking... lore neutered... the legion instead of the ncr then at least i could have some fun watching the legion girlbosses squirm.