#it's. ahem. difficult

[theabigailthorn]

"Good" Acting

i have a theory that a lot of people say acting is "good" when they're emotionally moved by it, and a lot of cishet white people have a lifelong habit of not listening or empathising when minoritised people speak, so minority actors get called "bad" even when they display some pretty fucking amazing technical skill

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

I made this post before we knew Focalors and Furina were different people, and the fact I still find it accurate to Focalors but not Local Fatui Harbinger Fucker Furina is rly funny to me

It is my humble opinion that Focalors and Arlecchino WOULD argue about who is worse for Furina, tho

[likesdoodling]

Been doing some sketching lately~ I have the Silmarillion on the brain~

This last one is evidence of the sad fact of smudging that occurs with soft lead in a well travelled sketchbook~

(which I could fix by removing the page or applying setting spray, but I haven't bothered 😅)

Also-

That one with Maedhros standing next to a young lady with hobbit on her other side- is from when I was reading through What the hell is happening? By Leader_in_red? And I was thinking 'what would the height difference actually be? If Maedhros is 7 ft tall, Hazel is normal human height, and then we have hobbits in the mix-

Anyway,

I don't think I got the heights quite right, but it was fun trying to imagine just how insanely tall Maedhros actually is. (he's not weirdly tall by elf standards if you look at the elf average height which is around six feet, but still. I like height differences. It's just so fun to draw :)

I think 'Leader in red' was the username. If it isn't I'll just edit this later :)

[edelgardism]

this excerpt from kaveh’s old sketchbook makes me clinically insane

[ihearnocomplaints]

1/4 dresses for Sunny. Though, is this really a dress? More of a top and skirt. But I'll count it!! @tway-la slowly working my way through all the dress prompts hehe

He gets lil paw feets hehe

ref image (bottom right)

[takekawa]

rarely am i ever assed to care about inane internet problems but i WILL say it rubs me a twinge the wrong way when i chance across one of those 'name a female fictional character... not a MAN, a REAL woman.' posts.

i understand the point & doubt the transphobic lilt that phrase carries is the author's intent, but surely.. surely people have to realize how bad that sounds..

[euclydya]

i want to be good , i think

[mariocki]

Edward Woodward stars as The Man (named Frank in dialogue), a neurotic adulterer in midlife crisis, in Play for Today: Evelyn (BBC, 1971), Rhys Adrian's adaptation of his previous radio play

[sharpmarble76]

OSDreamcember Day 25: Family

@calcium-cat Turns out I did get it done in time! Just don't look too closely at anything and if you see any (of the many) mistakes, no you don't.

[ophelialoveshandsomemen]

So I was playing some music from Les Mis on the piano,

and I just gotta put this out there, nobody, I repeat, nobody is allowed to diss anybody's performance of Stars ever again, unless they can perfectly play/sing it first time while sight reading. Those who can are the only ones remotely allowed and only a little bit. That song is not as easy as it sounds. Philip Quast and Norm Lewis are demi-gods.

( No, I'm not side eyeing the ones who drag Crowe!Javert's singing through the mud......okay I totally am.)

p.s. I spent years as a teen snobbing at a certain someone's performance because of tumblr/youtube "musical purist" commentary and I am still mad at them, I felt like I couldn't make my own opinions. Well, now I have.

[bunnyb34r]

Me every time I change the crab bowls: phew! I've escaped the fate of being killed by a hermit crab once more!

Gurkle: *begrudgingly puts the nail file down that he was sharpening his claws with* 😠

[anghraine]

The secondary D&D group I complained about before got worse, and I just remembered one of the highlights was the DM's absolutely terrible take on alignment.

He's not strict about it, which is good, I guess, but his rationale is that Lawful Good = your character's idea of what is good is entirely determined by the law, Chaotic Good = compelled to immediately act on noble impulses, no matter how stupid, while his takes on True Neutral and the evil alignments were fairly normal.

I've always gone with "Lawful" not as "goodness is defined by the law"—which could very easily just end up at functional Lawful Evil—but as a shorthand for lawful characters' drive towards systems of order, even if it's not uncritical acceptance of any system of order the character happens to encounter. There's a reason that the Lawful Evil stereotype is "villain with a code" and not "villain who obeys every law ever," but idk, some people seem unwilling to extend the more functional version of Lawful in Lawful Evil to Lawful Good. Like ... no, a Lawful Good character is a genuinely good person by definition, and no more restricted by every legal code in the world than a Lawful Evil character would be.

I think a lot of interesting character dynamics are lost in "goodness is the law if you're Lawful Good" rather than "Lawful Good characters are driven by noble motives and by adherence to a systematized order or code." If it's the intersection of Lawful and Good and not Lawful = Good, then the lawful and good motives might reinforce each other at times, but can also collide in interesting ways.

And no, Chaotic Good =/= Chaotic Stupid.

[likesdoodling]

Shading practice! Oh yeah-

I'm brushing up on my colouring and realism skills, so I figured I might as well draw Myne. I mean. The opportunity was too good to miss. (I like blue. Can you tell?)

This is if Myne lived in the Edo period.

Yeah.

(and yes, I know the book might be a little anachronistic, but I couldn't be bothered changing it)

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

ragatha doodles i decided to put on my computer

ignore the ones on the bottom they suck

[babbelswoofominides]

Could be something as easy as “spoilers1″ “spoilers2″ “spoilers3″? If we want to make it good omens specific, it could be just “go1″ “go2″, or “gosp1″ “gosp2″ (good + spoilers). I feel like in the eagerness to tag people will inevitably write g2o1e or g2o4f or even gH2Os2 lol

TBH, if we try to set up universal spoiler tags for GO 2, I think we need to choose the shortest, laziest tags possible while still being specific to episodes.

Something like, "go2e1" or "go2.1."

Sometimes that IS the difference between people choosing to tag and not to tag. People are excited, they're impatient, they're eager, they aren't trying to hurt anyone but they have to get their posts out AS SOON AS POSSIBLE and aren't thinking clearly. They might take the time to write "go2e1" (5 characters). They are less likely, I'm guessing, to write out "good omens 2 episode 1" (22 characters including spaces). People being people and all that. I'm not trying to be judgmental! Just trying to be practical.

[endataraxia]

frustration and anger.

creepypasta/mh x reader in which they get frustrated or angry, or, in BEN's case, are frustrating themselves. word count: 2.1k cw: abuse, descriptions of anger, arguments/quarrelling.

EJ

EJ doesn’t often get angry.

in fact, it’s hard to even frustrate him. Even when faced with particularly difficult patients to suture up—ahem, Jeff— he shows no sign of being fazed.

well, perhaps that’s because he’s used to living with Jeff and his reckless, barbaric antics.

but when he does get frustrated, it’s like a gradual intensification.

you like to split his frustration into three phases.

phase 1: EJ starts to seem a little off. Quieter than usual, less responsive, and more distant. Almost as if he’s in his own world, deceptively peaceful.

phase 2: EJ starts to show actual signs of being frustrated. You notice that it is at this point he may start to snap lightly at others, but with you, he tries his best to keep it to a minimum.

phase 3 is the climax before the drop. On occasion, he may raise his voice slightly and openly express irritation. But he always drops, hard and fast.

“I am so sorry, Y/N, I am so sorry,” he whispers, rubbing circles gently on your back. Though he has to bend over quite a bit (he’s a gentle giant at a height of 6’6 or about 2 meters), you find it to be very soothing that his frame envelops the entirety of yours.

oh, but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of getting angry.

no, the anger you heard in his voice was undeniable as he roared at another member of the household to stay the fuck away from you.

you’d startled at the sheer sound of it, and quickly those trembles descended into violent shaking as you cried—his roar was simply not…human.

you flinched as he picked you up, just as gently as was the anger intense in that dreaded noise he made, a stark contrast in behavior, a jarring change in your body, mind and soul.

but other than that, you knew your darling EJ was back.

he plopped you onto his bed, surrounded by his sweet yet musky scent, nuzzling your neck and your face.

“I’m sorry”s were whispered countless times in your ear that night as you dozed off in the safety of his arms.

jeff

gotta put a trigger warning on this one. you know what to expect, but just in case you don’t, TW: Jeff is literally a murderer with abusive tendencies and anger issues.

at the start of your relationship, Jeff had been…well, to say the least, not the best partner.

he often got mad at you, whether it be keeping him waiting or spilling a cup of water.

yeah. spilling a cup of water.

but you understood why he was the way he was. he just couldn’t help it. but that didn’t mean you were going to stick around for it, no matter how much you loved him.

one day after a particularly huge argument, you found him crying in his room. his sniffles were unmistakable, but you knew you’d have to pretend you hadn’t heard from ten feet away.

turns out, angsty little Jeff here wasn’t completely unaware of himself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he had sobbed as quietly as he could. “I know I’m a bad boyfriend, I know, I keep lashing out at you and I’m so sorry.”

your relationship could have very well ended that day if you hadn’t found Jeff crying on the floor.

but even though he’d hurt you so many times, you took him back into your arms.

and so you taught him to manage his anger, though it took you immense effort, energy and bravery.

he’d always help, though, by reminding you it was okay to yell back at him. you chided him lightly for it, saying that it’d just cause a back and forth.

“oh, right. my bad. sorry, doll,” he had said with a sheepish grin.

today, you are proud to boast that you trained your bloodhound boyfriend to be a tame dog. hell, he even does whatever you tell him to now, albeit sometimes reluctantly.

but he understands that if he loves you, he must make sacrifices upon sacrifices. you did that for him.

now it is his turn to sacrifice himself for you.

masky - tim

it’s not really uncommon that Tim gets angry.

but his anger is almost always the quiet kind.

he will “hmph” and huff lightly, a mild kind of anger you both can still joke about, though his face will redden at it.

you can’t help it though, the sass he gives you when he’s lightly frustrated is too good to let slip past.

oh, but when his anger gets loud—

it’s no longer a harmless little nip.

it’s been directed everywhere. everywhere, his teammates, the table, the card game he’s losing a bit too embarrassingly to Toby who’s being an unbearable little ass about it.

but never you.

okay, it was one time.

but Tim decided it was one time too many. (as he should)

he’d raised his voice at you, more so out of frustration rather than anger.

and you flinched.

and oh, how that little flinch broke his heart.

he shut up immediately, gathering you into his arms, whispering “oh, I’m so sorry, darling”, and “you’re okay, you’re okay”.

he never did it again. ever.

now, when you both get angry at each other, it always devolves into stupid little giggles and kicking.

hoodie - brian

Brian doesn’t really get angry, nor does he get frustrated.

normally, at least.

something shines in his eyes when he is defied, a shadow of a grin, a curl of the lip—

you spend a couple days investigating this, defying him little by little.

“Y/N, could you pass me the water?” “No.” and you’d say it with a cheeky smile on your face to match this strange expression on his.

it evolved into much greater things, “Y/N, come over here for a bit.” “Nope!”

“Y/N, help me up.” “Nope!”

your gleeful defiance doesn’t have a complete zero effect, either. with each silly little “nope”, the glint in his eyes grows brighter. and you know that the cup you’ve slowly been filling the past few days is about to overflow.

it’s one fateful day that you happily defy him once again, and—

oh. something’s grabbing at your jaw, and your lover’s face is so close to yours.

he smiles so gently at you, so purely. but his grip on your jaw says otherwise.

firm like iron, reprimanding, but not harmful or venomous. you know he isn’t going to hurt you, but oh, he isn’t letting you go either.

“Y/N,” he says calmly. “You’ve been a little more uncooperative than usual.”

the shiver it sends down your spine isn’t one of fear. excitement, rather.

he lets you go, but guides you to the bed. “Sit,” he commands.

so you do. what else are you to do when your lover commands you so well?

“Good girl.”

so you never say no to him again, not when it comes to harmless favors.

Brian does not get angry or frustrated…at least, not like the normal person does.

toby

Toby becomes a very bitter cynic when upset, spitting sarcasm wherever he goes.

his BPD only makes it worse. his relationship with Tim is already strained as it is, with the latter trying his best (as much as a man with anger issues can), and his relationship with Brian being almost entirely carried by the older man.

and his relationship with you, oh his sweet vogel, his darling dove— he doesn’t know what to think of it. some days he lets loose around you, tickling you and blowing raspberries against your cheeks, and others he’s withdrawn, curled up into a ball in his bed, and so you dive in with him, nuzzling him against his sheets long overdue for a change.

but if it’s neither of those, he’s lashing out. sometimes you can’t even look at him when he walks into the room bringing dark clouds over the atmosphere. that’s when you know you can’t look up at him.

and when you make the mistake of looking up, your smile meets a scowl.

“what are you looking at.” he’ll spit, and then storm off, as if he can’t stand your eyes on him.

and it’s true, your eyes gaze at him with such gentleness, he can’t bring himself to stare back sometimes. especially when he’s in a bad mood, because he breaks inside as he sees his own eyes burn the love in your eyes, reducing them to ashes of fear.

“vogel,” he’d whisper at night, lying next to you in your bed. “i’m sorry.”

he apologizes so much and so often you no longer make a big deal out of it, but this time, his soft whisper is laced with such heavy guilt, your arms move before your mind thinks, pulling him into a soft embrace.

oh, but this bad mood is nothing compared to his jealousy.

Jeff gets close to you? Jeff is suddenly on the ground, blood leaking from his head and EJ hurriedly dragging the former away, admonishing him about not messing with Toby’s precious human.

Tim comforts you about Toby’s outbursts? suddenly he’s against the wall, Toby growling and spitting in his face. if he can’t be there for you, then no one else gets to be there for you either. though, he knows this is selfish.

if he could help it, he’d let you go to whomever you wanted for comfort. but oh, his heart aches so.

and his jealousy is nothing compared to how angry he gets at himself, bashing the walls of the manor, crying out at night, because he can’t be there for you like a normal boyfriend.

he doesn’t know this, but you’re in a corner too, muffled sobs, tears, nose dripping and all.

so at night, you crawl back into bed before he notices you, and lie awake till he comes back.

as his breathing settles and his snoring begins, you hug him just a little bit tighter, your sweet vogel with broken wings.

ben

you have to admit, BEN is really, really freaky.

in the way he plays his games, the way he treats his archnemesis Jeff, in bed—oops.

but particularly, in the way he seems to have an endless tolerance for things that would usually upset someone.

he just. fucking giggles.

“aww, my sweet Y/N is so cute when she’s mad~”

context: he pissed you off and you’re currently in the middle of admonishing him with your whole heart and soul.

conversely, you’re the one who gets mad right back at him.

within the hour, he presents you with a tiktok with two cats that says: me when i’m venting and all my bf does is make jokes

he cackles to the ends of the earth and proceeds to make even more jokes

frankly, when the topic of frustration comes up with BEN’s name in the same sentence, you pretty much just think of him being the frustrating asshole in the relationship.

“BEN, give me my fucking phone back.”

he’s dangling it over your head, using the fact that he’s a floating apparition that can somehow interact with physical objects to his advantage.

once, you got so frustrated at him that you cried.

thankfully, he had the decency to pause, panic, and reflect on his actions.

“oh.” five seconds passed and your crying didn’t get better (what did he expect?). he repeated himself. “oh.”

“actually say something, you idiot!” you sobbed. and this is what snapped BEN into action. (you can’t believe you actually had to tell him to comfort you.)

“oh.” then he realized he’d just been saying “oh” like a broken record. “um.”

so he wraps you up in a blanket like a burrito, and holds you close to his chest.

“i’m sorry.”

“promise not to do it again?” you look up at him with your best puppy eyes.

“…i can’t promise.” you can tell he’s holding back a cheeky grin.

you whine and hit him lightly.

but you know very well that he loves you; this frustration merely comes with him as a package.