#do lbert

[conqueeftador]

do you think ch*d g*lbert is ready to square up with me on july 2nd 

[starfoam]

Lo: I do believe that color is just as much a component of design as material, don't you? Shie/lbert: Oh, naturally. The wrong shade can completely ruin a structurally sound work. Lo: Exactly! The right shape in the wrong shade can just derail an otherwise sound piece, it really is a shame some designers don't think about it before they choose their material. Sor/dward: Clothes? You guys are talking about clothes, right? This is clothing talk?

[therealredmullet]

Happy National Dog Day from that time I painted “Funny Dogs Playing Poker”.

[saturdayjorts]

i just got hit with the thought of pat changing how many self-deprecating comments he makes because he's seen how it makes brian react. pat in jackbox: the bad thing abt working at polygon is i'm here. brian: :( pat later, through gritted teeth: i'm a delight to work with. brian: *beams*

What I love about their dynamic is how encouraging brian is to pat and makes him feel good about himself by supporting and praising him throughout whatever it is they’re doing, whether it be the musical episode of g*ll and g*lbert or just things in general bri always makes him feel good and i love that 😭 there was another episode/segment where he commented about how nice his clothes were and how his hair always looks good and it’s just so nice

[jokertrap-ran]

(少女的王座—The Throne of Girl—) Main Story: Chapter 1 Part 9 English Translation

*The Throne of Girl Masterlist. *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut! *Main Story will be tagged under #Throne of Main

Chapter 1-1 / 1-2 / 1-3 / 1-3B / 1-4 / 1-5 / 1-6 / 1-7 / 1-8 / 1-9 / 1-10 / 1-11 / 1-12 / 1-13

Phone Call from Adrian / Lancelot

My thoughts were with the field of flowers and the beautiful light bugs I had witnessed earlier the entire way back. 

Just thinking about the dream-like scene and what Vergil said lifted my spirits like no other.

MC: (I can't wrap my head around how life in the Palace seems so dull, yet the royal advisor here actually proves to be rather interesting.)

Just as I was lost in thought, Albert, who was by my side, suddenly asked.

Albert: Your Highness? Are you, perhaps, thinking about that advisor?

MC: Yeah; I'm rather surprised by him.

MC: I never thought that such a dull place like the Palace would hire someone as interesting as him to be the Royal Advisor.

Seeing the apparent joy on my face, Albert lowered his eyes.

Albert: Please forgive me, your Highness. But,

Albert: I’m sure that the advisor's motives in approaching you are not as they seem; you must exercise caution.

Albert is very wary of Vergil; what should I do?

▷Choice: Tell him that he's overthinking it 

MC: You're overthinking it; Vergil isn't a bad person.

MC: Besides, what sort of motives can he have towards a country bumpkin of a Princess like me?

Albert: It'd be best if you were a little more wary, your Highness. People who backstab don't show it on their faces.

▷Choice: Promise him that you'll be more wary about it.

MC: Okay. I promise you to be more wary about him, regardless of whatever motives he may have!

Albert: Yes, your Highness; that would be undoubtedly the best course of action.

I sighed; it felt like Albert had been super on edge ever since he came to the Capital.

MC: Everyone was dancing earlier at the dance, leaving me to be the only one standing awkwardly in the corner. Vergil was the one who was kind enough to ask me for a dance; that's how I met him.

MC: And I'd also accidentally stepped on foot while we were dancing, but he wasn't bothered by it.

MC: He said that it was because I was too "fearful" of socializing. As long as you’re calm and relaxed deep down, even horrid conversations will turn out to be a little cuter in comparison!

MC: So I really don’t want to indiscriminately write him off by second-guessing. Don’t you often say, seeing is believing?

Albert: That guy might seem as if he’s not doing anything, but he’s oftentimes trying to get closer in contact with you… At least that’s what my gut is telling me; so you have to be more careful about it, your Highness.

The light and shadows of chandeliers that hung in the corridor casted mottled shadows on his case, making his light blue eyes appear deeper and darker.

Looking at his face that was filled with worry, I couldn’t help but to feel a little exasperated.

MC: Besides, I’m sure you’re also aware that the nobles we’ve met these days are all high up their horses, looking down at us beneath their noses both overtly and covertly...

MC: And all they do is talk about boring gossips all day.

MC: Compared to those nobility who seek nothing but personal profits, I hope I’ll be able to make more friends like Vergil.

Albert: Please pardon my rudeness, your Highness.

Albert: I couldn’t find you anywhere earlier and was worried when I found you together with someone else, I didn’t know or recognize; so, I couldn’t help but to...

Hearing the deflated tone in his voice, I turned back to look at him.

MC: I know you’re worried for me. But I really think Vergil isn’t the sort of person you think he is.

MC: Besides, don't I still have you by my side?

Albert looked a little helpless under my gaze, but smiled, appeased, and nodded.

Albert: Yes, I will definitely protect you; always.

After saying so, he checked the time on his phone.

Albert: Now, it’s already late today; so please rest up early, your Highness.

MC: Okay. You should hurry and go rest too. Don't overthink things too much!

Albert: Yes, your Highness.

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[atomicstrawbrys]

5, 6 and 28 for the ship meme w/ USUK?

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first? Arthur does. Alfred wanted to say it way before that, but he didn’t because he knew Arthur takes things slower and didn’t want to pressure him to say it back before he was ready. Once Arthur finally came around to saying it, though, Alfred says it a lot. Arthur doesn’t always respond verbally, but he’s careful to make sure Alfred knows he’s loved in return.  6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome? Gilbert. They’re both very close to him and he’s a lot of fun. 28. Why do they get jealous? Neither of them get jealous anymore- they’ve been together long enough to know better. In the beginning of their relationship, though, Alfred would feel a bit jealous whenever Arthur spent time with his exes, and Arthur would sometimes get jealous when someone else was obviously flirting with Alfred and Alfred failed to realize it, instead just interpreting it as them being friendly. He used to get upset that Alfred would respond so positively when others flirted with him, but now he doesn’t mind- Alfred would never cheat on him, he’s just friendly by nature and usually doesn’t pick up on those kinds of cues. Alfred knows that Arthur’s past romantic relationships are in the past, and the only one that matters now is theirs.

[butchboromir]

brian had the biggest crush ever during gi ll and gi lbert, i cry.. he wanted to get to know pat so badly and warm up to him and he was pretty much this adorable puppy wanting pats love and attention

g/ll and g/llb/rt was. so much. like you know the vid thats just every time brian says pat’s name?? its just. hooooooly shit. sorry its literally 4 am rn and my thoughts are not super put together rn but GODDAMN do i have many thoughts on g/ll and g/llbert

[dolamduc]

Sarcosuchus

Sarcosuchus (nghĩa là "cá sấu ăn thịt") là một chi Crocodylomorpha đã tuyệt chủng và là họ hàng xa của cá sấu, sống cách đây 112 triệu năm. Nó sống vào đầu kỷ Creta tại nơi hiện nay là châu Phi và Nam Mỹ và là một trong những chi bò sát dạng cá sấu lớn nhất từ tồn tại. Nó dài gần gấp đôi cá sấu cửa sông hiện đại và nặng khoảng 8 tấn.

Các hóa thạch đầu tiên được phát hiện trong những cuộc nghiên cứu do nhà cổ sinh vật học người Pháp lbert-Félix de Lapparent dẫn đầu, trong sa mạc Sahara, kéo dài từ năm 1946 đến 1959. Các hóa thạch gồm những mảnh xương sọ, đốt sống, răng và xương bánh chè. Năm 1964, một hộp sọ gần như hoàn chỉnh được phát hiện tại Niger bởi Hội đồng năng lượng nguyên tử Pháp

Mô tả

Sarcosuchus là một họ hàng không lồ của cá sấu, với cá thể lớn tối đa được ước tính dài tới 11–12 mét (36–39 foot). Có một cái mõm dài chiếm 75% chiều dài hộp sọ, có 35 răng ở mỗi bên hàm trên và 31 ở mỗi bên hàm dưới. Cá thể con có mõm hẹp giống cá sấu Ấn Độ.

Kích thước

Phương pháp thông thường để ước tính kích thước cá sấu và bò sát giống cá sấu là đo chiều dài của đường trung bình từ đầu mõm đến hết hộp sọ, hộp sọ và chiều dài cơ thể có sự tương quan lớn ở cá sấu trương thành và gần trưởng thành không kể đến giới tính.

Hộp sọ lớn nhất của S. imperator (mẫu vật điễn hình) dài 1,6 m (5,2 ft) và chiều dài cơ thể được ước tính khoảng 11,65 m (38,2 ft), và cân nặng 8 tấn (8,8 tấn thiếu). Ước tính này làm cho nó lớn hơn cả Rhamphosuchus thế Miocene, chi có Deinosuchus cuối kỷ Creta và Purussaurus thế Miocene có thể so sánh được với kích thước tố đa.

[local-anon]

💋 Will and Albert

Will let out a soft noise in his sleep, a questioning sound as he rolled over onto his belly. Nearing the end of his sleep cycle his dreams with Albert has taken a bit of a turn. First just abstract thoughts strung together into a vague image but they soon shifted into something solid. He could feel a soft press of lips against his and hands caressing his sides. It made him shiver as the touches lit a flame in his body, moaning into the pillow below his face. The hands moved down his body, spreading warmth everywhere they touched. It became more real when the hands touched his cock, stroking him firmly. Will’s hips start to move on their own, thrusting down into the hand holding hip, grinding against the bed fully now. In his sleep, he knew who was touching him. The soft hands that brought moans out of his mouth were starting to pick up, paralleling how his hips moved. He can’t help the light string of moans ending with a small, little, “A-lbert.” He was getting close, hips speeding up against the mattress and his face turned on the pillow to he could breathe, soft pants and moans of his lovers name now free to float round the bedroom. His subconscious knew what he wanted, knew he wanted the soft touches of his soft lover to get him off but the closer he got the less he felt the hands. It wasn’t until he was just about to cum, pleasure building fast, when he woke up. Choking on a groan his hips stalled, muddled brain catching up to what he was doing. His cock was aching and leaking in his shorts that were pressed hard down on the bed so he knew what he’d been doing. He just wishes the dream had continued just a bit longer so he wouldn’t be as needy when he turned to find his real, tangible lover.

@ask-albert-mason

[farmlesbians]

i have a vision where i do a photoshoot with harry like the hayley williams and ch*d g*lbert ap magazine photoshoot

[rgr-pop]

what didn't you like about what christine and ben said (like they had annoying moments, particularly ben, but it seemed like they also tried to offset those moments) you notice things I don't notice often and I appreciate your pov so I was curious

I am fully in support of cristine’s crusade against the myth of youtube as a career, and (a little more cautiously) I support her “stay in school” platform as much as it extends to getting a high school diploma. but her position on college education ranges from lowkey classist to wildly irresponsible, coming from a canadian with a huge audience of americans. GENEROUSLY, even as canadian tuition rises, a canadian college degree costs half as much as an american college degree. the cash “value” of my state school BA right now is significantly higher than the value of my house. 

as you can probably infer based on my posts about thomas h*lbert, i don’t actually think that scaremongering about the cost of college is helpful. i don’t think that working class people should be afraid of taking on subsidized or at least federal student debt, and i think the most important thing is to remind people what those categories mean, to compartmentalize scary debt statistics, and to defend those kinds of federal aid programs against attacks at the same time that we fight for straight-up free college. i also (naively) think everyone should get a chance to go to college for enrichment and no other reason. but cristine is almost never ever talking about the raw value of an education–how could she, she has a cj degree, lmao–she is only ever talking about college as an investment. for me this is just philosophically gross and i hate it, but it’s also, in the united states, irresponsible and borderline racist advice. the numbers are telling us that, in the u.s, college only proves to be a good “investment” for certain classes and certain kinds of people, and this inequality is particularly a thing along racial lines. perpetuating the lie that college -> class mobility is like, baseline racist imo.

it’s extremely an issue to me for someone from a different economy with a differently stratified structure of rights & benefits and likely $0 student debt to tell millions of people that the reason people are “choosing” not to “go to college” is that they don’t value important things, or value shallow things! she has a stats degree and she can’t turn up those numbers…

eta: and she has been called out on this a lot and you can tell she knows based on her [shrug] attitude about only giving out canadian tuition! i get that it’s harder to do transnationally but she really does not seem to understand that much of her audience is facing an inequality crisis that she is choosing not to care about and also to make culturalist explanations for 

[broadwaycantdie]

First Kiss

( ralbert ) + ( high school au )

a/n: i had a dream about this with someone else so uh here’s newsies

warnings: none ( kissing ? a lil bit of yelling ? )

background: Albert and Race have been best friends ever since they’ve lived next to each other (their whole lives). They were now juniors in high school and Albert was embarrassed of the fact that he’s never had a kiss and Race has kissed more people than he could keep track of. Albert also drives Race to/from school everyday cause he’s quite possibly the worst driver on the planet. ——————————————————————————

“So who was the guy in the hallway?”

“Who?”

“The one you were kissing all up on!”

“Oh! You mean Kenny? Don’t worry about him, we ain’t nothing serious.”

“Alright, whatever you say, dude.”

The boys sat in their last period, math. This was the class neither of them cared about.

They waited and waited until class ended and the boys walked out to Albert’s truck.

The ride home was short and full of music, not unlike any other day. But something seemed off with Albert. He missed the turn into their neighborhood and only noticed after Race reminded him.

Albert pulled into his driveway without dropping Race off. It wasn’t a far walk, but Albert had a normal routine.

“Hey, pal? You okay?” Race asked out sweetly.

“Uh, yeah! Cool.” Albert didn’t really listen to Race, his mind was somewhere else.

“So I guess we’re hanging out today?” Race called back, pointing out the fact that they were at Albert’s house and not his.

“Um, sure, yeah, sorry. Go in, I’ll be there in a second.” Albert replied, trying to pull his focus.

Race walked in to Albert’s empty house while he waited for his best friend to gather his thoughts.

Albert sat in the truck with his forehead rested on the steering wheel. He was thinking. He was lost in his own head and he couldn’t figure out why.

He grabbed his bag and walked inside the house, he couldn’t sit in his truck forever.

“Took ya long enough!” Race cheerfully yelled as Albert walked through the door.

Albert laughed back in response and flopped face-down on the coach, resting his head next to Race’s lap.

Race gently ran his fingers through Albert’s hair and watched as the boy breathed peacefully.

“What’s going on, Al? You ain’t been yourself today.”

Albert muffled indistinctly into the couch.

“Okay well when you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be here.”

Race knew Albert very well. If he wanted to talk then he would, but forcing him would accomplish nothing. He learned the hard way to wait for him to come around instead.

Race leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a bit, assuming Albert was on the same track he was. Maybe after a nap he would be ready to talk.

Albert felt Race’s hand stop moving. He lifted his head to see the peaceful image of a dozed off Racetrack.

He pushed his body up close and rested his head on Race’s lap. Not realizing Race wasn’t all the way asleep yet, Albert rubbed his legs softly.

“Uh-uh” Race hummed, his eyes still closed.

Albert lifted his head and repositioned himself off of Race. He blushed slightly as Race rolled his head over to his direction and slowly opened his eyes.

“The couch isn’t comfy”, he said, standing up and walking towords the hallway.

Albert followed behind and found his way into his room. By time he got there, Race was already waiting for him on his bed. He watched as Race positioned himself in the blanket.

“It’s nap time”, Race said, softly.

Albert opened up the blanket and laid himself next to Race, leaving a space between them.

It was cold out, cold enough for at least two blankets. Albert was shaking under them both.

Race grabbed Albert by the hips and gently scooted him back towords his own body. Brining warmth to them both. He stopped shaking but his heart kept a steady quick-paced pound.

A bit of time passed but Albert couldn’t seem to rest his head. He was so tired but sleep wouldn’t come.

“Race? Are you still up? I’m ready to talk”, Albert whispered, unsure if he really wanted to or not.

“What’s up?” Race replied, sleepily but still awake.

Albert turned to face Race.

“How do you do it?” He started.

“Do what?” Race replied, confused.

“Kiss people. People you just met. People you aren’t even with. Just...how do you do it?”

“It’s called being a whore.”

“No I’m serious. How do you just kiss people?”

“I don’t know, Al. You just do. Find someone who wants to and just put your mouth on theirs. There ain’t much to it, yanno.”

Albert sighed.

“Al, you’re over-thinking it. Your first kiss doesn’t need to be anything amazing and perfect. Mine wasn’t! I don’t even remember my first time. The best part is once you get the first one over with you can just kiss a lot of other people to make up for the first one. Eventually you’ll be like me and not care.”

“That doesn’t really make me feel better, Racer.”

Albert sat up and faced away from Race.

“Well I’m just tired of you not having a first kiss already!”

Albert crosses his arms and pouted. He definitely was in a mood.

“Well then why don’t you just kiss me and get it over with!”

Albert put his hands over his mouth. He wasn’t suppose to say that. He thought about it—a lot acrually—but he wasn’t suppose to say it out loud.

Race sat up and reached his hand out to grab Albert’s arm but before he could make contact, he ran out the room.

“Al, wait!”

Race did everything he could to wait again; waiting for Al to be ready. But he couldn’t help himself.

He went out and found Albert on the couch. A layer of tears coated the underneath of his eyes and it was obvious he had been picking at his skin again. It happened when he was mad at himself.

“Albie?”

Race tip-toed into the room and kept his voice soft.

Albert didn’t move. Race spoke again.

“Did you mean what you said? About me kissing you?”

“No! Obviously...we’re friends...best friends. We can’t ruin that. I just—I don’t know I was frustrated—“

“But did you mean it?”

“I—I didn’t—I mean I don’t—it’s not that—if you wanted—I mean...”

Albert started getting angry again.

Race rubbed Albert’s leg, something that always calmed him down. It worked for a bit. They sat silently, waiting for the mood to dilute.

They waited. And waited. And waited. Until Albert spoke up.

“I did mean it...I meant all of it.”

“You—“

“But”, Albert continued, “I don’t want it to change anything.”

“How would it—“

“I don’t know, you’ve seen movies. It always does.”

Race decided it was enough talking. He just had one more thing to say. Clearly talking wasn’t getting them where they wanted to be fast enough.

“If you’re ready, and you want it to happen, I won’t stop you, but it’s your decision, Albert. It’s your life and I won’t stop you from doing what you want. I want to, so if you do too, do it.”

Albert looked at Race for the first time since he said it. His eyes were still damp and his face was still red. He took in Race’s words and let out a shaky breath.

He stood up and began to walk back to his room.

“I can’t do it here.”

Race followed behind.

They sat together on his bed. Waiting for the “right” moment. Or at least that’s what Albert was hoping for. He twiddled his fingers and awkwardly looked around the space he knew as his room. Race kept a soft eye on Albert’s movements and reactions.

“Look, Race, this isn’t gonna work. I ruined the moment. This is why no one wants to kiss me or be with me, I have to go and ruin everything I ever build up for myself. You said we could and here we are but I’m stupid and I don’t even know where to start and I just want to but I—“

Albert was cut off by a soft pair of lips pressed upon his own. He was caught off guard, unsure what to really do.

For a moment, he just sat there, waiting for what Race would do. But it was clear Race wanted Albert to lead and be comfortable with his first time.

Not after long, Albert let himself melt into Race. His lips became relaxed and formed to Race’s. He closed his eyes and felt every crevice and every perfect imperfection in Race’s lips.

Albert pulled away. Needing some air. Not yet learning the art of breathing while kissing.

He looked at Race. That soft and almost cocky smile that rested on his face was enough to send him.

He moved his eyes from being met with Race’s to his lips and back up.

Albert leaned back in again, continuing what they started. They kissed again and again. Race subtly teaching Albert what to do as they moved along. Guiding his hands, pushing his lips closer together when he opened them too much, showing him how to move without breaking apart.

Time passed and all the pain and embarrassment Albert felt when the day started was gone.

Everything felt okay for once.

No matter what happened to him and Race after this moment, they still had it. They had this moment. And no one could take that from them.

[saturdayjorts]

saw some comments about g*ll and g*lbert in one of pat’s streams and I wonder if they’ve considered bringing it back this year but haven’t been able to bc work stuff’s been complicated

it’ll probably just be a stream similar to what they do on fridays, but it’d still be cool and fun

[aloenopal]

I'm so done with my therapist. She tried to make hating white people about my father complex? Like what kind of white supremacist ps*ch*an*lytical bullshit. This is why no one trusts **ychology!! She was like "oh, paul g*lbert is not a racist" like excuse me ma'am, what else do you call it when an englishman appropriates Buddhist thought into an individualist capitalist psychological framework, dilutes the social change aspect, and makes his whole career off it? Bitch. I gaslighted my whole emotional world for you. Fucking colonized asshole.

[harry-sussex]

okay maybe i am reaching here BUT:

(EDIT: I am putting this in a read more because it’s long -- but keep reading to see my OFFICIAL BC3.0 Name Prediction Logic!)

this should be a thesis dissertation

there is a slight (and i’m talking SLIGHT) pattern with George, William, and Charlotte’s names

in all 3, the first name is a consonant, second name is the one that starts with the vowel, and the third name starts with a consonant (and in William’s case, fourth as well)

William Arthur Philip Louis

George Alexander Louis

Charlotte Elizabeth Diana

So maybe that’s something that they’ll keep consistent moving forward?

James Arthur Philip

John Albert Michael

Michael Alexander Charles

Alternate middle name: Antony (see below)

Alternate third names: Henry, Christian, David

I don’t think they’ll include William in BC3.0′s name because they didn’t in George’s name (although Harry’s name includes Charles but William’s does not so who knows)

I also think there’s a solid chance of them sticking with A as the second initial - mostly because that’s the best vowel contender (save for Edward, which I find unlikely), and also because it’ll match big brother George Alexander Louis

EDIT:  George and Charlotte also have three names with three different numbers of syllables

George Al-ex-an-der Lou-is (1-3-4)

Char-lotte Eliz-a-beth Di-a-na (2-4-3)

So I would think that could also remain consistent moving forward, but I can’t think of any likely 3+ syllable vowel-starting names other than Alexander.  It’s worth noting that very few of the British Princes/HM’S grandchildren/great-grandchildren (Charles Philip Arthur George, William Arthur Philip Louis, George Alexander Louis, Henry Charles Albert David, Peter Mark Andrew (Phillips), Andrew Albert Christian Edward, Edward Antony Richard Louis, James Alexander Philip Theo, Michael George Charles Franklin) have 3+ syllable names.  So maybe we see Antony, but I do find it unlikely.

My official guess is going to stay JAMES ARTHUR PHILIP because:

William’s name combination is William Arthur Philip Louis

George already has Louis in his name (one of William’s middle names) and Catherine Elizabeth and Charlotte Elizabeth Diana share a middle name, so I would think BC3.0 would also share his father’s middle name(s)

Arthur, Philip, and George are all parts of Prince Charles (Philip Arthur George)’s name 

I don’t see them going with Michael in the name over Philip/Charles, especially if the baby’s first name shares a name with Catherine’s brother and brother-in-law

Thoughts?

do you guys think i’m crazy yet or

[dxrkwarrior]

" Ser Aymeric - Estinien and - " He gives a bright grin. " Me ?"

Albert’s face flushes red, and he puts a hand in front of his mouth, looking down and away, unsure of what to say.

“Truth be told, I’d prefer not to think about killing any of you.”

A muffled laugh comes from behind his hand - he’s far too embarrassed to do much else, if only because of the question posed to him.

“I suppose, er, I’d…go to bed with, Ser Aymeric, and kill Estinien, although I’d loathe to do so.”

He pauses for a moment. He doesn’t like the thought of killing Estinien, something which had been fought long and hard to avoid - but he also isn’t sure what to do with the words that come next. He lets them sit on his tongue for a moment, and then -

“And marry you?”