why do so many 40+ yr old men have the audacity to like.. flirt w/ me in all seriousness. i’m half (or less!) your age, bud. do you not have places to be? go call your kids. eat a grapefruit. stock up on viagra. decay. the options that don’t involve me are endless
If you can’t afford regular dry cleaning, or don’t have time for it, just buy the cheapest bottle of vodka you can find (plain vodka, not fruity flavored), pour it into a spray bottle, and spritz your clothes with it. Plain vodka has no odor, and the high alcohol content eliminates odors in your clothes. Don’t dilute it; just use straight vodka.
They do this all the time on Broadway, since they don’t have time to dry clean the costumes every single night, and I can also say from my own personal experience that it works really well.
the reason why Solas is facing Fen’Harel in that artwork could be because there are two different versions of Solas as a character in canon, now. There’s High Approval Solas and Low Approval Solas, and they are complete opposites. Precisely the same way the depiction of him changes depending on what tarot card you draw at the end of the game, both depicting the same thing (a mage with a staff, who is also a wolf). The only difference between the cards is the dominance of either figure based on his character development:
I think these murals are usually a depiction of his inner turmoil, and it works on that level. But I think the new artwork may be much less an indication that he will be self-sabotaging and more of an indication of how the Low Approval and High Approval characters might go about the same task differently, depending on which you’ve earned in your game. You could see it as the two fighting each other, but you could easily see it as them reaching for the same thing in tandem. The tree of the Lovers card is burning, and he’s turned his back on it; he is still a man walking the same land, though he’s exchanged gold for sackcloth, and traded the innocent love of the Fool for the mantle of the Magician. The Great Wolf remains a maddened beast beyond all reason.
It’s been almost 4 years since I did one of these and seeing as the end is (maybe) neigh for tumblr I thought I’d do one last commission giveaway!
Prize:
1 bust commission of a character of your choice
Rules:
Must be a follower
Only reblogs count
Reblog as many times as you want but please don’t spam
Giveaway ends on dec 15th at midnight cst.
winner will be contacted via tumblr on dec 16th, so please have your inboxes open
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I will be staying on tumblr even after the 17th, but for all y’all that are leaving, please check out my Twitter or Instagram if you wanna keep following me art!
I was just semi-complaining that I was still looking for a decent way to backup my +6k posts without having to use paid services or even just wordpress (which has an import from tumblr tool that asks for permission to access your blog and also make posts), when I decided to actually put some effort into my google search.
Results were positive: I have successfully backed up my blog*
*By which I mean: everything that I have ever posted. Not included: drafts, queue, likes, followers, following, comments, notes, chat.
I followed this method (word by word), and now have a 450 MB folder on my computer with the name of my blog on it containing:
1. Folder “Archive” (contains .html files listed by month) 2. Folder “Media” (contains gifs and images, mine has +1k files in it; might contain also audios but I have no way of confirming that because I’ve never reblogged an audio post from this blog) 3. Folder “Posts” (contains single .html files, each one a post; I have +4k files in it) 4. Folder “Theme” (contains only my avatar, but it might be a matter of if you have personalized themes or not) 5. .html file “Index” (by opening it it will give you the archive of your blog organized by month; clicking on a month will open up the archive for that month, and you’ll be able to read all the posts for that month as if you were on your blog**, except sans your theme graphic, with each page containing 50 posts)
**I can see gifs, links, embedded videos, tags, number of notes (but I can’t open up the notes, clearly), text is also correctly formatted.
So yeah, in case anyone wants a very quick way to back up their blog, it took me less than 10 minutes.
P.S. I didn’t have any issue, but to be on the safe side always check for spyware and virus threats before and after downloading anything.
this is actually really useful if you have an art blog full of years of work that you otherwise no longer have access to the original files. A lot of the art I have in the early days of my art blog are in that boat. I did this process JUST for that reason and I was pretty astonished at just how many pieces of media it backs up! (literally all of it) Drawings I didn’t even realize were sitting in my archive due to having been posted to text posts or undercuts, or untagged for years! It’s worth it if just for that, even if tumblr isn’t shutting down or deleting your blog.
reference.
This is just for windows users, but just in case some of my followers can use it!
(Act 1, early Hawke and Varric friendship: the first visit to Sundermount)
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Varric scowled at the sun overhead, keeping his eyes averted from the unfamiliar enemy. Kirkwall’s stony streets were so often shaded by the city’s walls, especially in Lowtown. There was no need for any legitimate businessman to take their business outside the city and into the path of the furious sun, and yet here he was, trying to keep his panting down to a dull roar as he marched along beneath the midday’s fire.
The path cutting through the hills to the green feet of Sundermount was blindingly, punishingly bright. Was it hotter than an Orzammar forge? He thought it might be. (Reasonably, he assumed the forges were pretty damn hot.)
“A copper for your thoughts, Master Tethras,” said the human woman, Min Hawke. She was sweating nearly as heavily as he was, her dark hair tied back in a knot at the base of her neck, her well-muscled arms bared and glistening under the sunlight.
“Ugh! First, Master Tethras is an asshole and my brother. Call me Varric. Second, I knew it was midsummer when I agreed to come on this trip,” said Varric. “But boiling alive was never part of the deal.”
“Fereldan summers never get this hot. This is our first one here in Kirkwall,” said Hawke, huffing as they climbed a long, narrow path up the mountainside. “I’m quite as miserable as you are. What’s your excuse? Didn’t you say you’d lived here your whole life?”
“Dwarf, remember? Not a people exactly known for frolicking around in the wilderness. We like to hole up and take it easy, preferably with a good book and a cold ale. Most of us haven’t ever even seen the sun.”
