A Huge Number Of People Are Already Getting Fucked Over When It Comes To Being Allowed To Cast A Vote

A huge number of people are already getting fucked over when it comes to being allowed to cast a vote in the upcoming elections. Let’s try to minimize what that number COULD be as much as possible. It might also be useful to have the number for the ACLU written down (or already in your phone) so you can CALL THEM while still at the polling place and get whatever information is needed in order to see about having the ACLU sue them. Write down names. Get witnesses. Take photos. MAKE IT VERY CLEAR TO THE POLLSTERS THAT YOU ARE GOING TO HOLD THEM ACCOUNTABLE. (Unless you have reason to believe they’re going to be assholes and try to have you arrested for doing so, in which case, be as subtle as possible.)

drew moiraine bc it has been way too long :’) missing her

Six Sentence Sunday Whatever Day

Thanks for the tag @sulky-valkyrie !

Fun lil angsty snippet from a forthcoming The End and The Beginning chapter (what else is a solavellan fixit fic if not a pile of angst)

He smiled at Ghilara Lavellan, his beloved, though the smile never reached his eyes. “It is a beautiful gilded cage Ghilara.” “Solas, I-” It was a look that made his heart weep. He held up a hand to quell her protestations. “I do not begrudge you for creating it, and I think I will come to terms with it- in time. But please, Ghilara, leave me to my grief for now.”

Tagging: @inquisimer @saladruiner @ammoniteflesh @skinwalkingxana

Omg, would you make a chibi Iron Bull, but in a ridiculous way, where his body is way bigger than his head instead? I think it'd be amazing. If you decide to do it, I hope you have fun with it! I hope you have a great day!

died laughing, this was so fun to do thank you! also bonus Dorian

Chapter Three: How to Regrow a Garden

Moths had gotten into the trunk where she had put a few bolts of cloth, but it was mostly salvageable. She headed over to the kitchen table with it, with only a candle lighting her work. She had the pattern memorised from years of experience. She couldn’t bear to go over to where he lay, to take his current measurements. She couldn’t dare hold out that much hope. So she took measurements from his old clothing. Even that caused a pain to spike through her heart from the weight he had lost. She glanced back over at him, he was skinnier than he had been when they met. She could see the bony protrusion of his ribs and hips, without the soft cover of healthy fat. “Oh Solas…” she whispered. There was no response.

The End and The Beginning is a cosy/cottagecore-esq Solavellan fix-it AU. Set in a universe where Solas' ritual fails, Lavellan fakes both of their deaths to give them a chance to start over. But the weight of a decades worth of trauma is not easy to overcome, especially on your own.

Read from the start

I might be overthinking it, but here's my Warden Mira's life before start of the game.

P.S. Poor baby suffered enough.