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they're making the sims 4 base game free to play for everyone forever next month

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Solas is good with kids. Small children going ‘why’ 30 times in a row and it’s just ‘Solas slightly approves’ every time.

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“Hawen.”

The tiny voice took Solas out of his study, glancing up from the murky depths of the tome he had been reading since just past breakfast.

Ten small fingers gripped the far edge of the table, a small grunt of effort heralding the wide-eyed face popping up over the edge of the table. Resting her chin on its surface, the very solemn three-year-old stared at him with wide amber eyes, her golden curls tangled with leaves and twigs. She was a smudged mess.

Which likely meant that she had been playing with Sera again.

“I hope for your aunt’s sake she has not been taking you on the roofs again,” he told the little one quite seriously.

Ashalle giggled, swaying dangerously as her small legs kicked, trying to find purchase. “Hawen, I found n’secret.”

“Did you now? I should like to see your secret,” he said indulgently. Perhaps only partially because he was in dire need of a break, lest his neck grow too stiff. “Will you share it?”

There was a small ‘uf’ and a slap of bare feet on stone as the da’len pushed off the table and landed back on the floor. She came pattering around to face him, expression still quite business-like. It was only fair. This was quite serious business, after all.

From the little pouch at her waist tied to the soft halla-leather belt he’d watched her mother weave for her, the da’len fished out a small piece of white stone. With surprising delicacy for one so young, she held it out to him. He extended a hand, and let her place it on his palm.

“S’n’awfac,” she garbled.

It took him a moment to untangle her speech; her pronunciation had yet to catch up with her vocabulary. The Inquisitor’s children were all rather well-spoken. Even so, they were still children, and some clumsiness of speech was to be expected. “An artifact, you say?” Much to his surprise, as he turned the rock over, it was not simply a child’s fancy for a bit of pretty stone.

It was, in fact, something that had been carved. The stone was not local to the area, and there was a smoothness to it that was not the work of ages, but the work of tools. Not made by magic, so it must have dated from times after his creation of this fortress.

While he examined it, the little imp attempted to climb up onto the arm of his chair. He leaned to the side to give her space, as she kicked off of the leg and climbed up. Standing precariously on the arm, her bare feet curved against the wood, she stood at his shoulder and peered down at the little piece of stone in his palm.

“Well, I believe you are correct. This is indeed an artifact, da’len. What do you suppose it is from? A statue? A staircase, perhaps?”

“A big POT!” she declared with sudden vehemence; the shout next to his ear making him wince.

Once his ear stopped ringing from the echoes of her bellow, he leaned away and gazed up at the charmingly terrible little creature. She smiled at him, an innocent echo of her father’s smirk. Troublesome things, three year olds.

“A pot, you say? For cooking, or for some other purpose?”

“A pisspot,” she said, smiling so excitedly that he knew she was aware she wasn’t supposed to say it.

It was a strange thing, that he was growing accustomed to children. Not a particular kind of creature he had ever had much interaction with. It was difficult not to be charmed by them, especially not by this small, echoing imp.

“Your mother won’t like that someone taught you that. I suggest you don’t let her hear.”

She beamed a sunny smile. “Damn.”

“Nor that,” he said, barely managing to hide the chuckle. He coughed it away into his fist. “Well. Regardless of its origins, it is a fine artifact, da’len.”

“I foun’ a dead bird, too.”

“Did you now. How did it die?” he inquired, letting her take back her ‘artifact’ to secure in her pouch again.

“‘Sassinated.”

“Ah. Perhaps the bird owed someone money,” he deadpanned.

“C’n I have it?” she asked, pointing at the shard on his desk.

“Ah, no, da’len. I am studying it.”

“I’m hewp,” she insisted, balancing with concerning skill on the arm of the chair as she turned to try and climb onto the table.

“Please, da’len,” he protested, picking her up around the waist before she could snatch at it. He had no fear she would be capable of lifting it, but he did not want dirty little footprints all over his papers. “Later we will find something else to study, yes?”

“Ashalle.” The fond exasperation in Zevran’s call ended in a chuckle. “Hahren is busy, and you are being summoned your bath. Come, darling. Mamae is waiting.”

They both glanced up, Solas meeting the ostensibly friendly assassin’s stare with an incline of his head. Zevran leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as he shifted his attention to his youngest daughter. When Solas set her down she made a little noise of protest, and immediately spun and started pattering for the spiral staircase.

Zevran sighed, pushing off the wall as she tried to dodge past him. With a deft maneuver, he scooped an arm under the da’len’s waist and swung her up and over his shoulder. Her legs kicked against his chest as he pinned her here.

“My apologies, Solas.”

“It is no inconvenience. She was simply showing me some artifacts of note. And her new swear words,” Solas said, inclining his head.

“Piss!” a very small voice declared, and then dissolved into wicked giggles.

“Oh, excellent! That is a versatile one. Ash, say goodbye to Hahren.”

The little one shrieked as Zevran spun around, her fingers clutching at his back for purchase as she was flung about. Peeking up through her tangled curls, upside-down over her father’s shoulder, she beamed at Solas. “Bye, Hawen.”

Solas had no choice but to return the smile. “Dareth shiral, da’len.”

As the echo of her excited babbling and happy shrieks faded away, contemplative quiet returned to the rotunda.

Strangely enough, it felt somewhat emptier than before.

#Solas WOULD be good with kids #He would be super happy with the curious ones #And I feel like he would be good at shutting down the disrespectful ones #And then gaining their respect as an adult who is consistent and firm #Like one of my old school teachers #Argued with him so much but he was a favorite teacher because he argued with me #Solas would be good at challenging the kids that need it and guiding the ones that need a more gentle touch #dragon age #solas #dragon age inquisition

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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

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I believe abortion should be free, on demand, and no questions asked because you can debate philosophically all you want but at the end of the day, there is no way to restrict and regulate abortion that does not result in humiliating, traumatizing, harming the health of, and even killing people who are pregnant on a mass scale. There are very real, tangible, measurable harms abortion restrictions do to vulnerable populations and the only possible benefit in return is to placate the palate of the morally squeamish.

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I like the little touch of Talita taking off her ear buds so she can hear the fly better and track it more accurately! A cool little nod to her biology, especially with the recent post about how her face funnels sound like an owl's does! It's her equivalent of perking up her ears to hone in! Very cool!

Idrisah is dysfunctionally compassionate, Talita likes being helpful, and Gillie has a big gamer chair.

In this comic the Runaway is experiencing accelerative thrust “gravity,” but when the ship isn’t burning the engines, it’s 0g. Because the ceilings are so tall, the rooms actually feel much larger without gravity… a lot of stuff is strapped to the walls and ceiling because it’s great storage space and easily accessible while not traveling. The gamer chair has to be on a leash.

Small pests are actually a fairly common problem in spacecraft. Eggs/insects, agricultural pathogens, weed seeds, and even rodents can hitch a ride on shipments of organic material between planets and space. UV sterilization on non-living imports and quarantine regulations help, but pests can be hard to fully eliminate from larger stations and ships.

PATREON | STORE | Runaway to the Stars

#runaway to the stars #speculative biology #talita #jayart #idrisah #gillie #comic

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Eleven eevees, all with the same resting/curled up pose and lineart save for changes to diversify their fur textures and color palettes. The image begins with Ultra Moon's dex entry for eevee: Its genes are easily influenced by its surroundings. Even its face starts to look like that of its Trainer. All following eevees, regardless of their pelt color, are depicted with a light colored mane and tail tip. Eevee 1, Standard Coloration and Fur: Wild eevee. If we end up under the care of another wild pokemon, we may take on features that resemble them instead! We've disappointed a lot of trainers who thought they'd found a pokefusion :( Eevee 2: Silky straight black fur and blue eyes. "My trainer has Type 1 black hair and blue eyes." Eevee 3: Wavy blonde fur and one visible blue eye. "My trainer has Type 2 blonde hair and heterochromia." It is implied that the closed eye is of a different color. Eevee 4: Curly dark brown fur and green eyes. "My trainer has Type 3 brown hair and green eyes." Eevee 5: Dark red with tight curls and brown eyes. "My trainer has Type 4 ginger hair and dark brown eyes." Eevee 6: Wavy dirty blonde fur that pales at their spine and their forehead, as well as one of their ears. Lighter spots of pigment can be found on the inside of their ear and on their nose. Their eye is blue. Eevee 7: Curly brown fur that pales at their spine and their forehead, as well as one of their ears. Lighter spots of pigment can be found on the inside of their ear and on their nose. Their eye is green. It is stated that both Eevee 6 and Eevee 7's trainers have vitiligo. Eevees 8 and 9: Both eevees have red eyes, pink noses, and pale white fur. Eevee 8 has straight fur while Eevee 9 has tight curls. Text states "Both of our trainers are albino. But we're not natural albinos, ourselves. Eevees like us do not become true albinos, but take on pigments that mimic our trainers' appearances, although true albino eevees do exist." Eevee 10: Wavy curls, gradient blend of green and purple, brown eyes and dark brown nose. "My trainer dyes their hair every week and my fur can barely keep up." Eevee 11: Curly sparkly silver fur, purple eyes, dark gray nose. "Shiny eevees will take on the hair texture of their trainer, but eye and fur colors are completely unpredictable. They can be wildly different from their trainer, or their own colors just might not change at all."

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OKAY so for those of you who have been with me for a while: yes. Yes, this is absolutely meant as a revamp/revisit/spiritual successor to the first time I tried to explore my headcanons surrounding the Ultra Moon dex entry.

I tried to cover a wide general range this time. Yes I am well aware that each hair type has an A - C range, but I simplified things to keep us from being stuck here all day and to save my wrist some extra strain. I hope that's not a problem.

I've been wanting to redo this idea for a while. Mostly because I know a lot more about proper terminology now than I did when I first made that other doodle. It's kinda embarrassing that as a black woman, I didn't already know these proper terms and I don't like that the previous take could have made other POC uncomfortable. Hopefully this one will be a lot more acceptable.

Secondly however, I've been wanting to do this because people are still giving the old one a lot of love and reblogs, and tbh I'd rather that it stop getting so much attention. When I first uploaded it onto Tumblr it actually got some confrontational backlash and while I was able to talk things out with the people in question, I still feel a twinge of anxiety to this day every time I see this stupid thing pop up in my notifs. Please, feel free to ignore it now this one is SO MUCH BETTER LOL

Anyway, I'm considering making these linearts a buyable PSD bundle so if you're interested in that, do let me know. People seemed to be really interested in that the first time around so, figured I should put the idea out there.

#very neat!#Would love to see what an eevee on a 6 pkmn team looks like #Do they start taking on aspects of both their trainer and their teammates??#Pokemon #Eevee

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Wild Cats, Michael Boorer, 1970. Illustrated by Peter Warner (1939 -2007)

#What a lovely jaguar #He looks stern and friendly at the same time #art reblog

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You find a girl crying next to a grave. “What’s wrong?” You ask. She cries harder. “Nobody came to my funeral.”

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An Alaska Native group decided to make a video game. It’s like nothing you’ve ever played before.

One of the most groundbreaking, critically acclaimed, and delightful video games of 2014 began in a highly unlikely place — Anchorage, Alaska.

It’s called “Never Alone” (or “Kisima Ingitchuna”). And it wasn’t developed by Nintendo, Electronic Arts, Ubisoft, or any of the other big game studios.

It was the brainchild of the Cook Inlet Tribal Council (CITC) — a nonprofit community support organization for Alaska Natives and their families.

And while many Alaska Native communities are struggling to hold on to their identities in the 21st century, the council saw “Never Alone” as both a way of becoming more financially self-sufficient and a necessary new method of transferring cultural knowledge from one generation to the next.

#Rebloging as a reminder to find this on steam #Games to check out

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