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Cassandra: The Inquisitor hears she’s craving blueberry sweet rolls, and they make a fresh batch. Cassandra, abashed and flattered, agrees to try one, and she stops short as she puts it in her mouth. It’s warm and sweet, and the taste of sweet blueberry hits her. They’re sticky and stain her fingers blue, but Cassandra doesn’t care. It takes great effort not to start moaning in ecstasy, it’s so good, tinged with bittersweet memories as she thinks of Antony. The Herald asks, hopefully, if she likes it. Cassandra, in turn, nods eagerly and takes another sweet roll. She’s tempted to take the whole plate. “You are the Maker’s chosen, indeed.” she declares. “It’s wonderful.” If romanced: her love surprised her with the sweet rolls, and it makes her heart swell with adoration. She drags him off to a quiet grove, and the two eat the pastries and cuddle, her head on his shoulder. New memories together would be nice.

Blackwall: He thinks he’s about to get standard camp fare when the Inquisitor makes stew for the others. When he tastes it, though, he’s actually shocked by the exquisite taste. He stops short, spoon still in his mouth, and stares down at the bowl for a moment before wolfing it down. He’d ask for seconds, but the whole pot is already gone, finished by the others. He sighs in mild disappointment, then looks to the Inquisitor with so much joy, so much hope. “If we get the ingredients for you, could you cook for us in camp from now on? Please?” If romanced: he tries to help by doing whatever his girlfriend tells him to. The food comes out delicious, and she giggles and praises him. He laughs and shrugs sheepishly. “Oh, I was just following your orders, my lady. Only thing I had to offer is love.”

Iron Bull: The Inquisitor was showing Sera their cookie recipe when he asked to try one. More than half of the plate was gone already because Sera nabbed them, and she reluctantly allows the Bull to take one. The taste of melty, sweet warm chocolate and sugary sweet cookie dough actually makes him moan in ecstasy– he doesn’t hold back. “This… you made this, Boss? Wow.” The Inquisitor nods and goes to get another batch out of the oven, and Bull’s eye is full of hope and desire. “Boss? Can I have this batch to share with the Chargers? Please?” From then on, he always hovers around the kitchen whenever they cook, eager for a taste. If romanced: He’s not much of a cook, but he tries to help anyways. By “help” he means intermittedly coming into the kitchen, dipping a spoon into whatever they’re making, tasting it, and nodding. “Yep, Kadan, it’s good. Aren’t you glad I’m here to help you taste-test?” They kiss, and they get second-hand taste in doing so.

Sera: After tasting her cookies on the rooftop, the Inquisitor drags her to the kitchen to show her their cookie recipe. They giggle and toss flour at each other as they cook, and when the cookies come out, Sera hardly gives them a chance to cool before tasting one. Her eyes bulge at the flavor, and with a moan, and she immediately reaches for another. “Soooo good. And you! You made me not hate cookies anymore. These… these are friendship cookies, yeah? You’re the best cook ever.” Like Bull, she starts hanging around the kitchen whenever the Inquisitor is cooking. If romanced: They’re covered in flour and their faces are covered in melted chocolate, especially around the lips that kiss, and they’re giggling like maniacs. “These are us cookies, yeah?”

Varric: He mentions braised nug with elfroot, and how awful it was, and the Inquisitor is on a mission to make it appetizing. They soon present him with the dish, and he fully expects it to taste moldy and dry, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try it. To his shock, the meat is moist and melts in the mouth, and rosemary combined with a hint of dried elfroot just right, just tantalizing right. “Maybe I ought to change your nickname to Chef.” he says wryly.

Cole: He doesn’t eat, so instead he takes to distributing the Inquisitor’s baked goods to people in need throughout Skyhold. Spirits are raised immensely with the gesture, and soon thereafter the kitchen is asking for the Herald’s recipe after a bunch of requests for more. “it won’t be the same,” Cole says, “they put love into it as the main ingredient. They have to make it.”

Dorian: He was talking about a traditional Tevinter dish that he hasn’t had since he left home, mentioning how much he was craving it, but no one would make it. The Inquisitor then looks up the recipe and makes it themselves, and presents rice and curry to a surprised altus. He tries it, and he’s utterly floored, and so, so happy that he got to have it again– it tastes like home. “It’s even better than at home! Thank you!” he says, sincerely, as he reaches for more. He then pauses and reaches for a bottle of wine and looks up to the Inquisitor, grinning. “This goes down well with it. Dine with me?” If romanced: Dorian is breathless, imagining two things: being home, and being home and living in peace with his amatus as they eat the delicious food. So they settle for looking over Skyhold together, and he’s rarely been this happy before.

Solas: He makes an off-hand mention that he would like to get petit fours next time they go to Val Royeaux, and he’s actually surprised, for once, when the Inquisitor presents him a few hours later with a full plate of lemon and raspberry petit fours. He thanks them and reaches to try one, but he never expected it to be so good. Sweet, tart lemon filling and a sweet crumbly base melt in his mouth, and his eyes widen. “These are… delectable. Thank you…” He tries to surreptitiously be around the kitchens whenever the Inquisitor is done cooking, though he denies it. If romanced: “Vhenan, open your mouth.” She does it, and he gives her a half of a petit four he cut in half. She giggles as he tries to feed her, though he does it with closed eyes and misses her mouth and hits her nose instead, leaving cream on it. He’s mortified, but she thinks it’s hilarious.

Vivienne: She had asked to talk to the Inquisitor, and was surprised when they brought up a few of the petit fours they managed to spirit away from Solas, who took most of them. She sends for tea, and the two talk for awhile when she finally reaches for one of the petit fours. She was absolutely not expecting them to be so good, and she asks where the Herald bought them. When they reply that they made them, she’s even more surprised. “Truly? Well, my dear,” she says, eyes hopeful, “we’ll have to have tea time again sometime soon. With more of your petit fours.”

Cullen: One day, when he’s particularly stressed, the Inquisitor makes him simple shortbread cookies. He’s excited to see them, of course, and after eating one sweet, buttery cookie, the entire plate is gone within the hour. He finds them later and thanks them profusely– it really cheered him up, as well as complimenting them on their cooking skill. If the Inquisitor ever wants to give him a gift or anything, he only wants one thing: more shortbread cookies. He actually dreams about them on rare occasion, when not having a nightmare. If romanced: The next time they go to make butter cookies, Cullen comes to help, and together they make cookies that are even better than before. He forgets his worries for a while as he stirs batter and cuts the cookies, and the two sneak dabs of cookie dough and tease each other.

Leliana: The Inquisitor sends her some petit fours from a batch they make, and Leliana has already heard from the others how good they are, so she’s eager for a taste. A rare smile blossoms on her face as she tries them, and she wants to savor them, enjoy them for as long as they last. She offers her compliments to the chef, and one day when the Herald mentions they’re in the mood to cook, she has an agent take care of whatever they were going to do to free up their time. “It seems as though you now have some free time. And the chef is out of the kitchen! Have fun.”

Josephine: When the Inquisitor is asking her about Antiva, she mentions a popular dish there– paella. After being unable to get fresh seafood to Skyhold, the Inquisitor settles for making a vegetarian paella. Josephine is eager to try it, and when she does, the spices and flavor takes her back home, if only for a moment. “Thank you so, so much,” she says, utterly floored as she leans back in the chair, thrown back by the flavor, “I just… it takes me back to the shores of Antiva City. Would you be willing to make this again, sometime?” If romanced: she carves out some time to go cook with them, and she giggles and chatters away happily as they cook together. A few times, she stops them just to give them a kiss, and then they go back to cooking, all blushes and spices.

pastelroyalty:

Experiencing catcalling when you’re not conventionally attractive is such an internal predicament. Because on one hand, when you experience it you’re repulsed. Because it’s still harassment. But on the other hand- you finally feel that someone finds you desirable. And as fucked up as it is, it validates you for yourself.

And if you don’t experience, you wonder if something is wrong with you, like you’re not pretty enough or desirable enough for it.

And I just think it’s really fucked up that our society has shaped us into thinking that there must be something wrong with us if we aren’t harassed, that if we are its okay to feel good about it. It’s fucked up.

halla-hunts-the-wolf:

So wait, hey

Is.. can someone explain to me the Fenris Romance..

Are they together? Because he left but it’s been three years and he caressed her face. (It was cute) but it never clarifies. Did they get back together in that time skip?

Because the romance buttons for Anders keep popping up.

I need some, clarification.

Just be careful with the others, if you activate their romances (read: sleep with them) you won’t be able to get him back.

bipolarmenace:

felineprince:

bipolarmenace:

graht-oak:

if your social justice isn’t accessible to LDC (learning/developmental/cognitive disability) folks then honestly what the fuck are you doing

one thing that you can do to start making your blog more accessible: stop making your blog font size 8px caps pixel shit, change your blogs font size to 12px at the least.

stop using moving gifs as backgrounds, don’t allow music to autoplay on your blog are two important things too.

one more thing too: when you’re typing out a long sj related post it’s a good idea to add a condensed (essentially a tl;dr) at the bottom for people (like me) who have trouble processing large walls of text

ace “discussion”

thisismypotentialfurrysong:

friends, countrymen. its 1am and i was thinking about this and slowly getting angrier so here we go.

the “intra-community discussion” about ace people is fucking acephobic as shit.

every argument about how ace people (specifically “het” ace people and to a lesser extent aro ace) can get around in life without facing oppression for their ID is literally ripped right from “but BI people who date the other sex dont face oppression!” grouping of arguments. you know, the kind that requires you a) never openly identify (kind of like saying closeted gay people arent oppressed) and b) face no discrimination and othering in a culture that is heteroSEXUAL to the max and crams all kinds of stereotypes and prejudice and internal hatred down our throats.

ace people, heteromantic or otherwise, have a fucking place in our community.

no, they do NOT face the same discrimination leveled at lgbtqi people–NO SHIT SHERLOCK. cis lgb people dont face transphobia and lg people dont face biphobia and none of us face intersex issues but for intersex people. yet HERE WE ALL ARE, somehow sticking together for survival because even tho we DONT face the exact same discrimination by GOD it can feel familiar across spectrums.

ace people have long been associated with gay men and lesbians–read up on this post for more, but needless to say the whole ‘sex denying women and men’ thing makes society uncomfortable in a VERY similar way to “women want women and men want men”. HELLO SPINSTER MOVEMENT.

theres also the little fact that a fuckton of ace people also happen to be trans. let me tell you, i myself have been way more fucked up from internalized hatred of my asexuality than i have literally EVER my trans identity. and its fucking painful to see friends who accept you so easily when it comes to your gender turn around and make your asexuality into a fucking joke and insult.

“but im not COMFORTABLE having het-ish people in the community, it makes me feel unsafe!”

well SHIT having terf lesbians around sure doesnt make ME feel great, but theres unfortunately no way to revoke their lgbtqia community rights (that i know of) so SUCKS huh? guess you’ll have to deal with that the same way a lot of us have to deal with parts of our community being rampantly transphobic, racist, ableist, sexist, and any mixture therein!

the lgbtqia community is not going to be somehow delegitimized from having het ace people come in (reminds me of the temporary panic of TRANSTRENDERS ALL AROUND US somehow… hurting trans people??). hell ANY ace people coming in. the community safe spaces will not ravaged by desperate fake asexuals somehow wanting access to safety and i dont fucking know, painting everything beige cuz we’re boring? what even is the big fear.

i guess theres a fear that we will all of us be more and more mistaken for being assumed straight b/c its not like thats happening aLREADY or anything, and is in fact fueled more by ignorant people that were fucking clueless already and not the actions of evil het ace people dragging us down.

or a fear that people will FEIGN asexuality to gain secret club member access, cuz its not like they can feign that with homosexuality or transgender identities if they are so inclined. FUCKING brilliant.

“but i want to make fun of ace people who say and do really stupid shit” hell i do too! i’m not saying dont drag assholes. i’m saying dont associate the entire community with the loudmouths, kind of like i try not to associate all cis lesbians with terfs or gay men with being creepy personal space invaders. 

and dont deny us the chance to try and make a safe space for ace teens and ace adults in the community who go through life feeling broken, othered, and coerced in relationships otherwise.

Why is Hawke’s house so small?

mikkeneko:

Was ruminating (for various reasons) on the size of Hawke’s house in the game. It’s described as the Amell estate,  and various background codeces describe the Amell family as being a fairly major noble house in Kirkwall before their fall from grace – major enough that they were contenders to be Viscount, among other things.

Yet the part of the house that Hawke inhabits from the second act onwards is honestly… pretty small. You’ve got an entrance hall of pretty small size, a moderate living room, an upstairs area about the same size, and then two bedrooms – Hawke’s and his mother’s. And that’s it. Bigger than Gamlen’s crappy lowtown apartment, sure, but in absolute terms not very big.

Call me a snob, but I wouldn’t call that an estate.  More like a townhouse. 

I can think of a couple of explanations for this discrepancy. The first is that I’m simply spoiled by modern notions of expansiveness and space, and the space described by the Amell estate is actually quite generous by the standards of size and space for the day, especially in a crowded city. But that doesn’t completely add up. We see other Hightown houses during the course of the game. The De Launcet’s house is much bigger; Fenris’ house is much bigger. Hightown, being the remnants of Tevinter magister residences, seems to be quite expansive. You
would think, if the Amells were really that prominent, that their house
would be at least as big as theirs. Furthermore, there’s an enormous  wine cellar/basement complex under the house, that extends all the way to the Undercity; you could fit the upstairs of the house into that space several times over. How can it be that they have all those wine and storage cellars, and yet no kitchens?

The second is that there’s a level of Video Game Compression at work. Much the way we can assume that Anders treated more than one patient in his clinic over the course of seven years, and we can assume that there were more than about ten people in the Chantry at the time of its destruction, perhaps the Amell estate is actually bigger than what we see. It’s a pretty common phenomenon in video games that the ‘friendly’ areas (and friendly populations) are dwarfed in size many times over by the ‘dungeon’ areas. You don’t need to spend an hour traversing through the peaceful parts of the city just to visit the vendors (I’m looking at you, Hightown Market,) you put everything you need fairly close together and save your rendering space for the active game areas where things actually happen.

The third possibility is the one I inadvertently suggested a few paragraphs up. Maybe the Amell estate is actually just that, a townhouse.  A place for the Amells to stay while they’re attending to business in the city, but not their primary residence.

If that’s the case, then there ought to be a bucolic Amell estate somewhere out in the countryside, with rolling acres and a sprawling stone pile of a mansion. Probably decrepit and abandoned for years after the fall of the Amells, maybe avoided on suspicion of being haunted! I think this would be the perfect  location for Hawke and Anders to settle down and raise their mountain lion and baby dragon family, don’t you?

Where were they gonna put the sibling? Sibling was supposed to move with them before they go poof after the deep roads.
Where do Bodhan and Sandal and Orana sleep???
I’m gonna agree with all of this and say the developers hid the “unnecessary” bed rooms etc, but they have to exist right? Surely hawke has a kitchen???
But out of the way estate for Hawke to hide with anders (or LI of choice…) Is awesome and I completely agree.

Headcanadian accepted!!!

thehumon:

I wish this guy was just a strawman to prove a point, but unfortunately he’s not. I’ve had this conversation over and over with the same damn people.

Having PCOS is probably one of the most frustrating parts of my life because people, male and female, doesn’t understand that being overweight is part of the illness, and being overweight is such a stigmatized thing in our society that everybody think they know what’s wrong with me and feel a need to tell me how to fix it. And to make it worse, PCOS is a bit different from person to person, so some PCOS patients might not be overweight but suffer from oily, spotted or miscolord skin for example, so if someone knows another person with PCOS they might say “The other person I know isn’t overweight, so…”

I’ve had this conversation with doctors before.

Source: thehumon