#sorry for intruding into the tag

[theboardwalkbody]

Succession 01x05 and 01x06 Roman-Thoughts:

So despite the dominant Roman scene we got at the end of 01x04 we still get a little nugget of the Roman who's not Into It with Grace's "every 6 months" comment.

Absolutely seeing how any time you say anything to Roman that is Absolutely the Truth about himself he doesn't want to hear it and just tells that person to fuck off and walks away. Because God Forbid Roman actually deals with his shit like a mature adult.

---2.5 - I know that coming up(?) is a moment between Roman and Shiv about therapy (because I think everyone goes at one point?) but I really find it hard to believe that Roman and Therapy go well together given his propensity for not talking about anything serious related to his behaviors, especially if those behaviors are "negative" or perceived that way.

Got a little peek into Roman's brain with the "I'm not smart but I'm not dumb" and "I don't have the attention span" and "this is the most important time of my life and I'm thinking about six other things right now" statement. Do we have some ADHD-Roman?

I would have LOVED to see Roman's face in response to Logan hitting Iverson. Obviously I have been spoiled and know that Logan physically abused Roman but from the gif-sets I've seen Roman plays this off as Not A Big Deal and makes excuses for it. So I really would have loved to see how Roman reacted to seeing it happen to his nephew.

Roman absolutely flew into detachment when Grace left. He broke up with her, and they gave each other the cold shoulder the rest of the night (especially Grace's bite at him while saying Thanks), but when she was actually leaving Roman just straight up ignored her. He was physically present in the room but mentally and emotionally he was Not.

I see you Roman-Barely-Eats-Roy. With the picking at his stomach in the earlier episode, declining food when au devours were brought around passing over his plate completely at first during Thanksgiving dinner and only taking food after Grace. Taking small bites. When having dinner with Lawrence he was shown to put a small bite of food in his mouth like, once. During the meeting at the diner about the Vote of Confidence he ordered only a black coffee (which if I remember correctly this is actually the SECOND time on screen he was ordering food / offered food and only ordered/accepted a black coffee).

I know Kieran said that he saw Roman as having some sort of disordered eating but I wasn't sure how much he actually got to work it into the on-screen portrayal or how soon this occurred. So I'm kinda seeing, at the moment, that clearly he worked it in.

ALSO: to some psych diagnosis - I've seen Roman later on makes a "joke" about having borderline personality disorder and I am looking for evidence of it (because maybe I am biased with my own diagnosis) but having seen that I keep looking at him through that lens and I have been perceiving that his dumping Grace was a reaction to seeing her watching the movie. I see it as him feeling betrayed, maybe also embarrassed, and that caused him to split and therefore any love/feelings he had for her turned into hurt and he pushed her away by breaking things off with her. And his ignoring her leaving was absolutely him shutting down to block out any regret he may have been feeling or any further hurt.

And one more thing: As much as Roman talked about voting Logan out I knew the SECOND Logan decided to stay in the room during the vote he was going to buckle. I could also see the nervousness in him when Kendall wasn't there to help act as a buffer/support for him. Roman was absolutely squirming that whole time and when it came to be his time to vote, even though he did make a nervous attempt at sticking with his original vote, when Logan snapped at him he tucked tail. The shame and fear was written all over his face. When his turn came that was no longer an adult sitting in that seat but a child.

[jessenitrogen]

ratchet is more of a personality guy than a "sweet rims" guy anyway

(this was funnier in my head pls dont yell at me)

[machinepilled]

AND QUITE SUDDENLY I REMEMBERED / I HAD BEEN HERE BEFORE

I’D STOOD ON THIS SAME HILL / I KNEW THE VALLEY OF WHICH I LOOKED

[frankiebirds]

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[hypernova-blitz-arts]

PLEASE RB INSTEAD OF LIKE! SPREAD MY WORK!

[tubelight-404]

FIRST TIME GIVES INEFFABLE HUSBANDS VIBES AND I DONT THINK I CAN HANDLE IT 😭😭😭

[tango-but-everywhere]

the secret silly

Impulse, Secret Life (!!!) episode 1

[ID: a minecraft screenshot from secret life, taken in the cherry blossom biome. Tango is looking at the viewer, walking down the hill toward and to the right. He’s in his normal skin, wearing diamond boots and iron armour, though there’s a texture pack for minimal armour on. He’s holding a shield and a bed. End ID]

[origami-butterfly]

Look, after Presto, I'm convinced Six and Thatcher are having the nastiest custody battle over Adam.

Jk, they're getting married

[doctorforks]

I go through everyone's reblogs so I read every single tag, no matter how short or silly they may be they give me a lot of courage to continue drawing what I love. I'm happy to share my love with everyone and make you laugh so thank you for supporting me

[athena-xox]

Get ready for me to fucking kill myself 😁😁

Also look at this lesbian icon

Does she have the same va as briar / Frankie / Barbie litdh? I can’t tell since my laundries too loud

This is only the second webisode I’ve watched. And the first one she was awful close with that bunny girl and they were going to have supper together

I SMELL SAPPHICS

Theyre cuties together. Ship ship ship

UghasifglUSghKJdjjAHHHH [mini rant ahead] I’m locked out of my Netflix so I can’t like .. rewatch the pixie scene in dg. I could probably just like find it on internet archive but that’s too much work 😫 (says this as I am making a diagram of enchantimal enchantments used) I should also probably (definitely) go through what the dg junior novel and doaeq says about pixies + go through all the books for fairy lore in general. But like also it’s a weekend and pre cal is making me want to kms (when I understand coterminal angles it’s over for you bitches). Actually though I am going to have to actually do some math for the enchantimals -> eah analysis, since as rae so kindly informed us the fairies are boob height. So I’ll convert their world for that. I should also also maybe perhaps work on the timeline … or the map … or the character dives … or MY FREAKING FAN FICTION. This was in my tags but it was too long 😓😓 tumblr why’d you gotta do me like that

[blinkbones]

i didnt really like the last scene of Primal (s2) but thematically it makes perfect sense and i can't be mad at it. Primal, besides being a visual delight of cartoonized gore & character design, is a story about the continuation of life. The second season could not make it more clear, with the emphasis put on the egg-laying scene, managing to imbue the long close-up of a cloaca with a sense of poetic wonder; and even more so, with the darwin episode, in which charles darwin explains primal theory before getting to play action hero. (this episode was honestly so shameless about having fun; it's a gem). This episode being the only one with dialogue that most of the audience would understand, as well as the only one breaking away from the main story, highlights its importance and makes it almost a demonstration of the series as a whole: one that openly chucks historical accuracy to the side to play with the concept of violence as a means of survival. what it doesn't mention, however, is the subsidiary theme of the importance of "family", aka the group one belongs to. It shines through with the main duo, and of course with the subplots of the giant and the vikings. With all this in mind, I can't argue against the thematic coherence and near necessity of the final sex scene--i may not have liked it, but it fits in with the narrative. As the caveman slowly dies from the wounds inflicted by the only being that could beat him (a godlike avenger), mira gazes at his paintings and gets a sense of his loneliness. They have travelled far together and while she may have found her village again, her previous lover is long dead. In many ways, they belong to one another and are "family" already (with the lizards too, of course). It's true that the scene, while quick, does not shy away in a classic fade-to-black--i'd call it off-puttingly intimate--but the series is very adult; it spreads intestines over just about every episode. And most of all, it's not grotesque or ridiculous--it's a tender rekindling of hope, symbolized by the dinosaur-riding daughter in the last images.

[robo-dino-puppies]

eyyyy look who tried to do some modding in veilguard :D

I love that Rook gets to wear this coat with the feathers but I hated the leather high-collared studded whatever-the-hell shirt thing that was going on underneath. so I tried to swap it with the "civilian" version but keep the feathers :D

the coat and pants clip like hell on my shortass elf, but still! (actually I checked and it clips on the civilians who wear it too... so that's not a me problem lmao)

anyway to elaborate: initially I tried to edit the textures to get rid of the weird shirt thing BUT the chevron stitched pieces are part of the model (BOOOOO) so despite changing their color/texture I couldn't get rid of them entirely. then I saw that swapping armor/character parts was a thing? …that I don't really understand, honestly, but there's a tutorial and I can follow steps. anyway, some civilians in Treviso wear the same coat with this low-cut shirt underneath except no feathers, and I wanted that BUT WITH THE FEATHERS. so. I did it! YAY GO ME!!! not super thrilled with the pants but I like the civilians' boots better too.

here was my initial check to see what it did to npcs that share the outfit:

and checking the color-changed version next to a civilian npc

coat and feather colors achieved! now to do the shirt and pants.

to elaborate more: so in the Rook and Ivenci versions, there are three meshes (? correct term idk?) that combine to make the whole ensemble: feathers, coat, and undershirt-belt-arms-pants-boots. can't just make the undershirt invisible bc there's no torso under there lol and it would also get rid of the arms and legs. in the civilian outfit there are two meshes: coat-and-belt and undershirt-torso-arms-pants-boots.

but like. they're basically the same? so I thought I should just be able to leave the feathers in place and replace the coat and undershirt! which worked! (after uhhhhhh several fails. yes I can follow a tutorial; that doesn't mean I can follow it on the first try because using the frosty editor feels approximately like me walking blindfolded through a convenience store knocking things off shelves. or something. idk what the hell I'm doing lol)

I hate wearing the same outfit as Ivenci tho. seriously considering putting Ivenci in something else and giving the random civilian npcs Ivenci's fit lmao. or just dress the civilians in some other civilian outfit? I wonder if I can do that...

[stylosha]

Mael forcing marius to go out w him (hitting the clubs is daniel n marius' activity smh idk what maels tryna do there)

daniel: this is my boyfriend marius and this is marius' boyfriend mael

random bartender at the club: oh ok

THAT ASIDE ummm where would they go indeed... marius has the money and mael has no qualms with making him even just a penny poorer so thats not a problem. we know mael is both really fascinated (pestered jeese about what chocolate tastes like) and really wary (pestered jeese about planes being susceptible to randomly blowing up) of the modern world while marius has always been comfortable walking amongst mortals. so thats food for thought as well.

maybe something like a shopping center? or fair events, etc... anything with variation, i suppose. they have a lot of options to choose from and can figure out what they dont/do like. mael spends the longest time at the department store i imagine. marius is his worst at bookstores and galleries you'd have to rip his feet off the floors for him to leave 😭.

and given marius' obsession with preservation he'd take ten billion pictures and is somewhat hesitant to include mael in them but he might as well. which also ends up in ten billion pictures of mael so thats embarrassing on marius' part... never beating the tsundere allegations and neither will mael because he'll be even a little flattered 🤔

[qstarhalo]

Okay so last time I mainly complained about No Heart in utm but now I could care less about him BECAUSE BEASTLY WOULD NOT F★CKING SAY THAT!!!!! HE WOULD NOT BE ALL NICEY!!!!!! HE LOVES BEING EVIL!!!!!! AND HE'D BACKTRACK WITH SAYING SOMETHING IS GOOD WITH IT'S ACTUALLY BAD BECAUSE "GOOD IS BAD TO US" GUYSSSSS

[thefeathercollective]

grandma took us to a spiritist place yesterday

we grew up spiritist, left because we didn't believe in it, now we've taken a new interest in it because we want to understand spiritual plurality more lmao

they asked screen if we were a medium while filling in a little form, he said we didn't know

they marked no at first but then we went in for a spiritual consultation or whatever it was and I was co-con and joked to screen "haha I wonder if they'll catch us" then the people seeing us were like "huh, not marked as a medium? oh, you said you didn't know. well, let's change that tick box to yes"

THEY STRAIGHT UP CAUGHT US

screen asked grandma about it on the way back and she said everyone has some mediunity but for some people it's more prevalent, and that voices occasionally chime into her head to give advice on things

and we're there like............ yeah, plural spectrum for sure

so like...... fuck. do we come out? those are the people that'll get closest to understanding us. and we feel extremely validated that someone, somehow, caught on for once.

but since the "original" isn't a host anymore we can't say we're just advisors hanging out, screen and I took over this life, dammit. but if we say that they might think we're dysfunctional, or worse, tell our mother... but we can't just lie and say we don't experience anything because we're really interested in the mediums' plural lives and they might even have good advice for us... I'm just afraid they'll misinterpret shit. and I don't want to be disrespectful either. fuck.

we'll be back there on monday and we have to come up with a solution until then..

[elenagoeslightly]

Through fingertips

the vamp babyboy had me writing after 5 years i can't believe this. the reader is gender neutral and i had the idea after volunteering as a guide for visually impaired people for years (which i loved was one of the best experiences i had with volunteering) which is not the same situation, obviously, but it made me think. I also didn't play the game so i am very sorry. ps this is not betad we die like men

"Looking at something?" Astarion asks, making you jump. You were just walking toward him, your head desperately trying to come up with an excuse to talk to him.

"How did you know I was here?" You were standing just behind him, there was no way he could have seen you, busy as he was finding himself inside a shattered mirror.

Astarion smiles as he turns around to face you, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

Oh.

"The only benefit to a mirror when you have my condition. It doesn't quite make up for the lack of lack of a reflection, mind you." The tone of his voice doesn't have the usual hilarity you've grown used to. There's a certain sadness to it that you find hard to accept.

"Do you miss it?" you ask, your hands wringing. "Seeing your own face?"

He scoffs, as if you asked the most obvious question in the world.

"Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I've never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red."

This is the first time Astarion has spoken about his past, at least to you. You can't help but wonder how he must feel, inhabiting a body he can't even see.

"What color were they before?" you try to be as gentle as you can, praying that he won't end the conversation.

It feels like walking on eggshells, and yet you can't stop.

"I...I don't know. I can't remember." his eyebrows knit together, as if he's trying his best to go back in time. "My face is just some dark shape in my past. Another thing I've lost." he adds, throwing the mirror on the ground in anger.

You breathe sharply through your nose and walk torward him; you only stop when you're so close to him that you can see the shadows that his eyelashes cast on his cheekbones.

"What?" he asks, looking at you like you're about to jump him, and not in a way he would be delighted by.

"I see you." you say, and his eyes turn large for a moment, surprised by such simple words.

He cocks his head to the side, intrigued.

"And what do you see, exactly?"

When you were young, you had a friend.

A friend who could not see.

When the two of you were out on your little adventures, you would help her understand the shape of things by placing your hands above hers and guiding them, describing everything that the two of you would find interesting like the beetles of the ground, the skin of a serpent.

You would describe to her the shape, the texture, the color and all the details under those young fingertips.

There's a moment of hesitation before you take his hands in yours and the startled look in his face, his red eyes, makes you wonder if you should do this, if you really should get close to him.

He's a vampire, after all. A spawn, if you want to be technical about it.

But you can't lie to yourself, or hide the way in which seeing him suffer tugs at your heartstrings.

It's curse of being human.

And you want to help him, at least with this, want to alleviate centuries of suffering.

So you put your hands on top of his and guide them up to his face; the simple intimacy of the moment makes it hard for you to breathe, the silence overwhelming.

You start with the laugh lines around his mouth, one of the things you adore about his face.

"You have creases when you laugh," you say, and knowing Astarion you should have predicted his reaction.

"Excuse me?" the offended tone of his voice makes you roll your eyes to the back of your head. "I am an eternally young vampire, not your doting grandmother. You can do better."

Of course, your majesty you think to yourself.

"What else?" he asks, his breath tickles the palm of your hands.

You move his fingers torward his jawline, "The way your hair curls around your ears."

Astarion closes his eyes, as if he's imagining himself, piecing together everything you tell him.

Your marvel at the moment of vulnerability he gives you before one red eye opens and he states "This is meant to be flattery, not poetry. Just tell me I'm beautiful and we'll call it a day."

The exasperated sound of his voice and nonchalant movement of his hands makes you want to throttle him, but you know what he is doing; he's hiding in plain sight, as he always does.

But this time, you won't let him.

"Is that all you want?" you ask him. "Shallow praise?"

You can feel the way his jaw clenches under your fingertips.

"Hardly," he answers. "There's also gold, sex, revenge-quite the list, really. And failing any of those, I will settle for shallow praise."

You do not believe him, you know there must be more that he wants, but you won't push the issue, not right now at least. You want to give him the time to tell you all at his own pace.

So, you move his hands.

"You have a mole under your eye," you tell him, placing his index finger over it.

"A mole?" he asks, looking at you like you just revealed some concealed truth about the world.

"Yes."

You then take his middle finger, make it run over his nose.

"Your nose has a tiny bump in the middle of it."

Astarion hums, his eyes closed again. Your hands shake and you wonder if he notices, if he cares.

You move both his hands up, slightly gracing the lines on his forehead before going down.

"Your eyebrows form an arch of silver just above your strong, piercing eyes." you guide his fingertips, gently grazing upon his closed eyelids.

He leans in the touch and your heart soars.

"Your lips are full, but pale creating that dangerous smile of yours." You praise him, and you know that if it weren't for the close proximity you two are in, he would twirl around like a peacock, basking in the flattery.

You cradle his face, and he opens his eyes; you know this moment is about to end, and yet you feel the need to cling to it with all the strength you have.

"Thank you for showing me what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see." his voice is deep and serious and you can feel it echo in your ribcage.

You close your eyes and take a step back, your hands slowly moving away from his face.

Your face is on fire and you damn yourself over the way he makes you feel: like you're some sort of infatuated child, and not an adult who can fend for themselves.

The rawness of the way he makes you feel is unsettling.

"You're welcome." you finally answer, unable to look at him, your hand scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment.

You turn around, determined to make your way back to your tent, but his voice stops you.

"You didn't say it." he whispers as he looks at his fingernails with the same determination as a warrior gazing at the battlefield.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, confused.

"That I am beautiful. You didn't say it and you cannot leave me with this doubt, my dear."

You sigh.

Of course.

After all, this is what the wanted; to be flattered, to hear the words he wanted to hear. The fact that they came from you probably wasn't enough to make a difference.

"You are beautiful, Astarion." you say, your voice just above a whisper. All this ordeal tired you, and the only thing you want right now is to go to bed and hope the tingling in your hands stops.

"Observant." he says, the smile of his face unsettling. "Mirrors aren't much use but to be described through someone else's eyes? Well, I could do worse."

You look at him, one last time, as your hands open and close around nothing; his mask is up again, that big, mischievous smirk and dancing eyes hide him completely, like a cloak made of night.

"Goodnight, Astarion." you say, not brave enough to look at him one last time.

You walk quickly torward your tent, too quick to hear him say

"Goodnight, little love."