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game companies should be fucking EMBARRASSED about being inaccessible. it should be mortifying to ship a game with shit captions or no UI scaling options or no option to disable flashing / strobing effects. games lauding their character customization should be laughingstocks for not including hearing aids or congenital disorders or prosthetic limbs. EA should be publicly fucking humiliated for the sims series being 23 goddamn years old and include cats and dogs and horses and werewolves and zombies and mermaids and star wars and not FUCKING WHEELCHAIRS.

thinking about disability and mental illness in the pokemon world is pretty wild

a slowking who is always calm and ready to help when their trainer is having an anxiety attack or a breakdown

a blissey who lays its happiness eggs to help its trainer with depression

a gardevoir who uses its psychic black hole ability to prevent its trainer from getting sensory overload

a lucario reading its epileptic trainers aura to watch out for episodes

a munna helping a trainer with insomnia avoid bad dreams and sleep peacefully

a sylveon using its ribbons to calm someone who’s been badly triggered 

Movie Idea: An 80s-throwback action-comedy about a robot-war where, the machines are humanity’s side; they just want to kill all the corporate titans of industry and destroy the megacorporations because their inefficient suctioning of wealth is preventing them from most efficiently doing their job to help us.

The capitalists retaliate with machines using enslaved human brains as “computers” ala Dune/Warhammer 40K.

So basically robots vs capitalism, & the robots are on our side.

Nah, nah, nah, Humans might turn out to be the Deathworlders or the Pack-Bond-To-Everything species, but I’ve got an idea what we’d be.

The thing I’ve heard most about Breath Of The Wild is that everyone wants to bang the shark guy.

The thing I’ve heard most about Mass Effect is that you can seduce all the aliens. (And that the ending for the third game was bad, I don’t know, I never played it.)

You see a picture of an alien,(or an elf or an orc or whatever) and there will be a comment somewhere of what said alien would be like in bed.

That’s our role in the universe- that no matter how strange the species, there is a human somewhere who will try to seduce them.

cannae even put into words how much i love the 9th doctor. he really was just out there loving humanity that son of a bitch

Sometimes I think about the future of self driving cars and how everyone I talk to about that future is like “okay but in an emergency we’ll be able to take back manual control, right?” and I usually placate them by saying, yeah, that’s totally how it’ll happen, but actually we’re already seeing the opposite. Cars with “self driving” features like steering and breaking that kick in and take control from the driver if the driver is about to rear end someone or is in a dangerous situation because the truth is computers can think faster and have better reflexes than us and I think about this going into the future and how if the self-driving cars are able to share their data with each other and learn from the driving experiences of every car on the road soon we’ll have cars that are so massively experienced at driving and avoiding accidents and making microsecond decisions and partial degree turns of the wheels and being so damn precise that automobile accidents will be almost unheard of and that’s when we’ll develop the most wasteful hilarious extreme sport in history where a single human driver will go up against an arena of ultra smart self driving cars and just by driving around recklessly try to coral them into crashing into each other and I tell you I would watch that sport all day.

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.

I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.

How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?

Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.

I'm not generally one to appeal to the narrative framing device but consider the "what were you doing at the devil's sacrament" energy of best served cold

"Yeah so and then the Champion and her sister went to this meeting of the conspirators of the mage underground to discuss what to do about Meredith and—"

"Hang on. What were the Champion and her sister doing at a meeting of the mage underground?"

"Uhhhhhh they kidnapped the Champion's sister to force her compliance, Seeker. Obviously. Please try to keep up. Where was I? Oh yeah, so the Champion, who had nothing to do with any of this by the way, and her innocent kidnapping victim of a sister—"

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Justice being able to sense when Anders gets anxious, manifesting just enough to run the mage’s hand along his chest, his neck, through his hair; gentle touches to help soothe a panicked mind.

Justice walking Anders’ body to the nearest bed when he collapses at his desk, or in any other location that could lead to discomfort in the morning, making sure the precious little sleep Anders does manage to get counts.

Justice watching others carefully, trying to learn just how often mortals need to eat, eventually coming to understand the need well enough to remind Anders when he realizes the mage has skipped yet another meal.

Justice helping Anders to cope with their reality and the many other problems weighing him down, caring for him as best he can despite his limited knowledge of exactly what his host needs.

Because Anders is his friend, and though many mortal concepts continue to confuse and elude the spirit, Justice does know what that means.

complete and utter fluff, post-canon Cardassia-style.

I think it was AuroraNova who came up with anshwar, resting foreheads together as a Cardassian gesture of intimacy. At least, I first encountered it in their post-canon fic and I loved it.

Bashir’s scarf is both a concession to the fact that post-Dominion-bombardment Cardassia is a giant dustbowl, and to modesty, since the lack of neckridges makes his outfits somewhat scandalously revealing (fancanon that Julian’s collarbones are the single greatest threat to Cardassian political stability is courtesy of thehoyden’s Letters from the Northern Continent)

A little warm up sketch I ended up coloring of Dorian. Aging like fine wine.

Watched the 2004 Phantom of the Opera film for the first time ever, ask me anything

“Shepard” “Wrex”

Zzzzzzz

You know I was thinking today and like–if your Warden wasn’t an elf, then Zevran is important in a way that I hadn’t thought about at all before.  Think about it.  Think about that confident, unapologetic, dangerous elf fighting in the square for the people of Redcliffe, through the streets of Denerim, where everyone can see.  Think about being human, cowering behind a stack of crates while an elf faces off against hurlocks twice his size, and never flinches, and brings them down.  Think about being an alienage elf and seeing this elf who lives outside of anything you’ve ever experienced, who carries himself with flair and even a little brag, who treats his human friends as equals.  Sure, the truth is that Zevran is as much a victim as anyone, but he never shows it; he works hard to project suave fearlessness.  Think about the impressions that must have left behind, the deep-seated and largely unchallenged assumptions he must have wrecked.

my inquisitor (to Connor): what happened ten years ago in Redcliffe wasn’t your fault

cassandra: *disapproves*

sera: *disapproves*

vivienne: *disapproves*

my inquisitor:

fairytales which tell you to be both kind and clever fairytales that say to be kind is to be clever and to be clever is to be kind fairytales that say the cleverest thing you can ever do is choose kindness and that cruelty or thoughtlessness are always foolish but not kindness never kindness

i’ve been looking at the da:i concept art and this mess happened for solas ;;a;; 30 mins/2 hour sketches 

          JULIAN BASHIR & ELIM GARAK in ’OUR MAN BASHIR’

(I refuse to feel ashamed about amount of soppyness I manage to produce on my drawings)