Treat Yourself As If You Love Yourself, Even If You Don’t

oh my god your asra as a parent drawings are so fucking cute oh my god !!! he would be such a good parent ;w; god, my heart is melting imagining julian in the same way (*´꒳`*)

And Dad Julian !

Dad Muriel and Dad Lucio are on my to-draw-list (as well as the Dragon Age AU) ^^

Thank you so much for all the likes, messages and sweet comments, you are all a huge support to me (╥﹏╥) ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

A particularly nasty side to antisemitism — it’s been part of Ye’s message recently though it is by no means unique to him — is this implication that they’re just the ones saying out loud what the rest of us are thinking. And I just want to say, unequivocally, fuck you. You don’t get to claim me. You don’t get to use me as a bullet against people I care about. It’s not what I think, and I’m confident it’s not what any of my friends think because if I wasn’t confident, they wouldn’t be my friends. I’m not silently agreeing with you — I’m VOCALLY disagreeing with you. Your beliefs are pathetic. Go fuck yourself.

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

being a writer is wild

like there are some days where all the words click into place and the sentences flow like silk and then there are other days where your plot is undergoing radioactive decay and you're about to punch through your laptop screen in frustration

anyone else need like. verbal confirmation that someone is your friend. like aaa i cant call you my friend if you haven't confirmed it yet!!! that's rude!!! and it only works in your case of course

If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

everyone who reblogs this will get a surprise in their inbox

im just gonna spit out some random shit i feel like u should know

Everyone draws their Inquisitor in the ataam-asaar eventually

I usually like to have a small blurb to accompany things like this, but honestly I’ve just been listening to desert/bazaar ambient music for the last week and wanted to draw Pipes and Cullen somewhere warm and sandy.

not to shit post on ur dash at 8:36pm EST on a saturday but i would go to war for moo deng, i would slaughter a legion of men for moo deng, i would sell my soul for moo deng, i close my eyes i see moo deng, i am sworn to moo deng