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Ok but I feel like we don’t talk enough about the fact that if Merlin genuinely tried to commit any form of treason including killing the king, he could (and has) just speak openly about it, discuss his plans with the knights, and they’d just be like ‘great, when do we start?’
By the end of the show ALL of them had more loyalty to Merlin than they did to Arthur and it was just accepted as a fact of life😆
#I bet if you asked them they’d admit it too#and in that one episode#Merlin litterally tells leon he’s gonna kill Arthur#and he basically just said#good luck mate let me know if you need a hand#bbc merlin#merlin bbc#merlin#arthur pendragon#knights of the round table#gwaine#sir leon#merlin and arthur#merlin emrys#Merlin hunithson#lancelot
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glamtober #18 - tural
i've had trouble styling the etoile top in a way that feels true to io but this glam is actually making me reconsider it as a long-term option... i love it with these pants!
estinien is wearing the undyed ovim wool scouting top, isle shepherd's pants (jet black) and his signature swallowskin boots (jet black). arm...
they're too big to fit comfortably at these tables and being annoying about it.
items used:
head: scion sorceress's headdress body: etoile longcoat (jet black) legs: turali trader's culottes (undyed) feet: dalmascan leather shoes (jet black) accessories: neo kingdom bangles of aiming
#ffxivglamtober2024#azia gposes#io laithe#io/estinien#dawntrail spoilers#for the location#disturbing everyone around them trying to have their mate as they sprawl on the tiny table. guys... pls.
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Easter's around the corner IG and I was enabled They know who they are
#my art#cult of the lamb#cotl#cotl leshy#cult of the lamb leshy#bishop leshy#leshy#fanart#digital art#*slams fist on table*#Leshy would be such a chaotic power bottom and only my room mate agrees with me#Truly this is the darkest time line#ignore me
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doodled aqualad on one of my assignments the other day. Now why’d my prof take a picture and blow it up on her presentation today and had ppl analyze it
#MORTIFYING#not my table mates looking my way and asking if it was mine… do I pass away#the dog speaks#had to look away from the screen for the full 5 minutes#lord#can’t have shit in Visual Storytelling class
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Martyn's Watcher lore is extra funny if you assume that he's the only one person in the server at unease with the circumstances.
Think about it. The man is having a full on existencial breakdown, the foundations of his very core split open and all, whilst everybody else is totally on board with repeatedly murdering their friends for sport.
#c!martyn: i am being accosted by horrors beyond my comprehension. i've been taunted by visions of my dead friends. i have trusted and lost#and will never trust again. this is a neverending loop of doom. this is a slaughterhouse. this is a mirage.#i can no longer tell who's real and who's out to get me specifically. i've got blocks for hands#a whole drama queen#the rest of the server: well idk about you mate but we're having a blast. here's some tnt?#it's the “leave me to do my evil bidding!” / “what are you bidding on?” / “a table” of it all#elle blabbers mcyt#mcyt#traffic smp#trafficblr#martyn itlw
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emotional support wolf meets too-shy-to-live sneetah
#this particular image has not left my head since its conception and now i have finally drawn it#for those who don't know:#cheetahs are actually anxious AF and suck at functioning in captive environments#so some zoos have had success giving them Companion Dogs#friend dog is not nervous?? ah. then i do not nervous. i continue eat#i can't remember if this companion dog thing was supposed to also boost the cheetah breeding rate??#i might be mixing them up with pandas#now i'm just imagining the zookeepers introducing a mate for yakumo and he just looks to garu for affirmation#and garu is like 👍😄👍 in the background#so yakumo (newly encouraged) tentatively slinks away with the new addition#yaku sneetah with loooong limbs and ungainly large paws. yeah. shoulda made the paws bigger actually. MORE ungainly#actually.... should put karu in there too... TWO companion wolves...#they flank yakumo while he's eating so he feels secure LOL#there's another photo i saw of a cheetah and dog chillin with their trainers or whatnot#and the dog is SOAKING up the attention. splooting on the ground. happy as can be#and the cheetah is just awkwardly standing on the table like. help me. who are you people. i do not want to be here#*smooshes yakugaru together* THEY ARE!!! HELPING EACH OTHER!! BE BRAVE!!!!!!!!#nu carnival yakumo#nu carnival garu
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One of my absolute favorite “cliche” tropes is amnesia fics where reader has been dating character for years, but they forget and then they can only remember dating their ex. So it’s like they go back to the ex because it’s all they’ve ever known, and their current love has to cope with seeing the love of their life in the arms of another guy.
I could read that trope a million times over and never get bored or think it’s too repetitive.
#bonus points with him trying to help you remember but not wanting to like scare you or freak you out???#and even better for like Sanemi when there’s no phones or cameras to show text messages???#or photographs#and he REGRETS not writing you letters so badly then sigh#or like Bakugou not giving up but like caring about your welfare so much that he just kinda watches you with your ex?#cause he’s seen you in the hospital for weeks/months and knows how shit it’s been for you? how sad and lonely you’ve been#and he missed seeing you happy— even if this time it’s at the hands of another man#but he subtly leaves you gifts like your favourite flowers???#like maybe it sparks something inside you? because you tell everyone your favourite flowers are roses#but you find fresh tulips on your bedside table each morning after he visits? and it like grabs at something at the back of your mind???#or he brings you coffee and he’s somehow the only one that gets it right??? but it’s something you’d never order?#like you ask for oat milk but he brings it with coconut milk and it just tastes better? and you’re like I didn’t even know I liked this???#and your ex is just like ‘she likes oat milk’ like MATE NO WE DO NOT#I WILL EAT THIS UP WITH A SPOON AND WOLF IT DOWN YOU HAVE NO IDEA
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I was working on a research project yesterday and looked through a listing of classes from a university near me
while looking at the courses, I saw a Professor Rose and Professor Weiss and was shooketh to the core
#neo ranting#rwby#whiterose#rwby ruby rose#weiss schnee#I was so shook my table mates were prob wondering what the h was wrong with me
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Keep in mind that I am not watching every show that is currently airing. Also I couldn’t even fit all of the shows I’m currently watching.
#step by step the series#la pluie#love syndrome iii#love mate#happy merry ending#our dining table#a boss and a babe#joke poll forthcoming#literally making this while sitting on a park bench surrounded by screaming kids#it’s too nice to stay indoors on my lunch but because my janky legs I can’t go on a walk today so I walked to a bench#it was a compromise between my body and my brain#good luck picking one I know I’ll need it
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An appreciation post for the variation of kisses we got this week in BL Land.
#the kisses this week did their job#not one was a miss#step by step#our dining table#la pluie#happy merry ending#a boss and a babe#naked dining#love mate
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Video: Table History: Burning of the Gaspee
Status: Public
Link: Table History: Burning of the Gaspee - YouTube
Date Posted: September 3rd 2021
#wttt#wttsh#welcome to the table#welcome to the statehouse#daily screenshot#wttt massachusetts#wttt admiral#wttt john brown#wttt jeff#wttt 1st mate#wttt RI 1#it's a big photo dump this time bc I LOVE this video#i feed off of the revolution energy this vid gives me/pos#add em to the list! admiral is a babygirl!#i agree with the theory is that i think everyone has is rhode island is john brown#tiny hc for this is Rhode went by john brown to smuggle even before the British became a problem for him#i'm also gonna do screenshots of the series fake origin stories that are gonna be lined up for tmrw and Friday#bc i forgot abt FOS until now and i feel bad so i'm gonna put it on my pinned post now
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Look, we thought pairing my LDB up with freaking Yrsarald Thrice-Pierced instead of Ulfric would be funny.
It wasn't. It was just sad.
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As I told my dear sweet @elder-dragon-reposes, it's one thing for one of Ulfric's followers clear across Skyrim to get heart eyes for Ulfric's girlfriendsword arm, but it's another matter entirely if it's one of his generals. In his own city.
Yrsarald remembers the Dragonborn from when she came to call Ulfric to the Greybeards' council. He remembers that she was soft-spoken and adamant about the World-Eater. She's hopeful and compassionate, and that stands out to him, even if she is an elf.
Ulfric doesn't seem to mind her ancestry, so Yrsarald elects to ignore it untilunless it becomes a problem.
News comes that Alduin has been banished, and the Dragonborn is about Skyrim, helping people. It's . . . nice that the foreign half-elf seems to care so much for the well-being of Skyrim and her people. Yrsarald keeps tabs on her through the informants and spy networks. It's a matter of security if the Dragonborn turns traitor to Skyrim and helps the blasted Thalmor. Galmar isn't keeping up with it, so for Ulfric and the Stormcloaks' sake, Yrsarald is.
But all he hears are good things. She wins admiration everywhere she goes, but she doesn't belong anywhere. Balgruuf the Greater is trying to tie the Dragonborn to Whiterun, but she's as flighty as Kyne's winds. Somewhere in there, Yrsarald learns her name is Leara Ormand and she's from HIgh Rock. She grew up on magic and chivalry. She probably sees life as a fairy tale. He may disdain her for it.
But then she comes to Windhelm. They've had troubles of their own, being stretched between the care of the city and fighting a war. And she solves problems. He hears she's investigating the serial killer in town . . .
. . .then finds the Butcher, and she's hurt? Ulfric is concerned, but Yrsarald finds himself livid. He cannot see his Jarl's worry for his own shame that their hero came to help them, and all she got in return was a bleeding wound and permafrost on her skin.
Imagine being so in love with an otherwise mythic figure, a celebrity, that you can't see that your friend, your brother, is also in love with her. How can you see it when you aren't ready to admit your own feelings?
Leara is renting a room at Candlehearth when Yrsarald decides he needs to pay his respects to her. She is surprised when he meets her near dinner. He has never seen a woman so precisely featured before. She's not in armor (he's only seen her in silver plate); her hair is down (curling in blood rose vines) and she's bundled in a cornflower blue dress (it's loose to accommodate her bandages). He wants to sit down and talk to her, but he doesn't. He thanks her, though, and she smiles. He stops by the counter later to make sure Elda sends her a dessert .
"But don't bother her with who it's from." "Well if that's how you choose to show your appreciation."
Yrsarald buys Leara sweets after that. She doesn't know it's him. She knows it's someone who appreciates her service and feels bad about her getting hurt, but Elda won't crack. Drat the woman.
Leara wonders if Ulfric is gifting her the sweets. She wants to hope it's Ulfric. She wants their past to be past and for her to appreciate everything she continues to do not for him, but to his benefit; she wasn't drawn in by his smile or anything. Who else would it be if not him? Ralof? He's not in town. General Stone-Fist didn't seem too bothered about her.
Leara's still healing. She's not bedridden or anything, but she's not fit to go beyond the city gates where there are bandits and dragons and necromancers (oh my!), so she decides that visiting the court wizard might be a fruitful investment of her time. She shuffles off to the Palace of the Kings. She runs into Jorleif right off and, on telling him she'd like to visit the court wizard, he's ready to take her to Wuunferth because she's been to see him before, and after all, she is the Dragonborn.
And this is that delightful moment when fate can swing either way because if Ulfric shows up and offers to walk Leara, that's all she wrote. Yrsarald's lost his chance because now that soft smile from Candlehearth is directed at the Jarl, not him, and Yrsarald will never get it back.
But maybe, just maybe, if Yrsarald gets to Leara before Ulfric does, if he captures her attention in conversation, maybe she'll look at him.
For a general commanding troops, it's terribly hard to be brave before a woman.
He would ask her how she's healing from the attack, and Leara would sigh, tired with herself but patient in her speech, because she's healing but she feels like she's letting the people down. And the tips of her ears might turn pink (Yrsarald didn't know elf ears did that) because Leara didn't mean to be that candid and trouble him – but Yrsarald is tripping over himself to tell her that she's done more for Skyrim than anyone (why is his neck red?) and it's reasonable for her to convalesce after an injury.
"Rest and eat apple tarts." ". . . how did you know I was eating apple tarts?"
Yrsarald coughs (he did not mean to tell her that). Leara is staring at him. They're at Wuunferth's quarters. She blinks at him before thanking him for guiding her through the palace. Then she's gone, and Yrsarald is kicking himself for being an idiot.
He's smitten.
Soon (too soon) Leara has healed from her injury and she's at the palace again, but this time she's offering to help Ulfric negotiate a permanent peace between both sides. Ulfric's seen Leara at the table, he knows what she can do. Galmar is more skeptical, but when Ulfric looks to Yrsarald for his opinion (and Leara's too-blue winter deep eyes follow) he says to let her have at it.
Leara needs to be brought up on the Stormcloaks holdings and Ulfric says he'll help her, but then Galmar needs him for something else and Yrsarald (does NOTdoes) jumps at the chance to help the Dragonborn. She's attentive and quiet, and asks the right questions about supplies and movements. And Yrsarald realizes as he's talking to her that Leara has been in a war before.
"Were you in the Great War?"
The stiffening of her shoulders is almost imperceptible. He'd have missed it if he weren't watching her so intently.
"Yes."
Her reply is measured. She does not lie.
"Legion?"
Because everyone was in the Legion then. Back when it fought for Skyrim. He wouldn't fault her if she was . . . why is her face sour? Her mouth is pinched.
"It doesn't matter–" "It does."
Why does it matter? He wonders, why is he pressing?
Her eyes are wide. So wide and too-blue.
Leara looks ill.
And then he knows.
He knew from the beginning she couldn't be trusted. She was an elf. All elves scurried back to the Thalmor in the end. She was here for that blasted Thalmor "ambassador" – she would betray Ulfric and the sons of Skyrim to their deaths!
There's a breathless scream.
Yrsarald doesn't realize until then that he has her on the ground. She's so small and too precisely featured. Her eyes are too blue. She's a traitor, a liar, a fraud–
The Dragonborn does not care for Skyrim.
"Yrsarald, please–"
Yrsarald growls.
Why is she crying? Doesn't she realize what she's doing to Skyrim? – Done to him? All this time and Yrsarald realizes he let Leara lure him into a fairy tale, only for her to shatter it with frigid reality when he thinks, when he thinks . . .
He might love her.
But elves can't love.
"You will rue the day you stepped foot in Skyrim, elf!"
She's sobbing. If she were really a true Dragonborn, she'd try and Shout him off, but Yrsarald wonders if she lied about that, too. High Elf illusions.
"Yrsa–" "What's going–?!"
Then Yrsarald is yanked back forcibly. Galmar is there. And Ralof. And Ulfric.
Ulfric is on the floor with her. Kneeling beside her as she gasps and tears turn her white gold face into wet porcelain. Kneeling beside her as if the elf wasn't going to sell Ulfric and everything they'd worked for to the Thalmor!
Yrsarald strains against Galmar and Ralof. He grits his teeth.
"She's Thalmor!"
Galmar stills. Ralof pales. Ulfric's head is bowed. She isn't making any noise but she struggles to breathe and it's tearing Yrsarald apart and enraging him all at once.
"I know."
And with those words, Yrsarald questions everything he ever knew about Ulfric Stormcloak. Ulfric knew she was a Thalmor spy? Was he coming to stop her – but . . .
Then Ulfric is lifting Leara from the ground, helping her to her feet, and it's too gentle for a King about to arrest an enemy.
Her hands are grasping Ulfric's arm, her eyes wide. Ulfric's face is drawn.
"We will discuss this later."
And he walks out with her. And the elf is free. And Yrsarald doesn't understand.
And then Galmar speaks:
"What in Oblivion did you do?!"
Yrsarald . . . doesn't know anymore.
What he learns later is more than he could stomach. Leara was a member of the Thalmor and she was a member of the Blades before that, and during the war, she smuggled information from the Dominion to the Blades intelligence networks and then defected while smuggling Ulfric Stormcloak from captivity.
He's nauseous when Ralof tells him this. Respectful Ralof – save this time there's steel in his eyes and disdain in his voice.
Yrsarald realizes he deserves that.
Later, when she finds him at Candlehearth, drinking his weight in ale, he realizes he does not deserve the understanding and forgiveness and the self-loathing in her face.
"I know why you did what you did. I can't fault you for it, not when I could've sold your Jarl and cause out to the Dominion. But I–"
Leara's eyes trail off.
"I'm sorry."
He chokes out the words. Her eyes slip back. She was far away.
"I think it's for the best if we're not alone together anymore."
Then she's gone.
Yrsarald buys another round.
The next day, Galmar says Ulfric wants him in the Pale. Far away from the Dragonborn goes unspoken between them.
Yrsarald goes. Ulfric's face is hard when he bids Yrsarald goodbye. The Jarl is not as easily forgiving as the Dragonborn.
Yrsarald is in the Pale when, a month later, news comes that the Dragonborn is handling an armistice in Whiterun. Skyrim divided. What was she thinking? She's thinking for Skyrim, Yrsarald realizes. That's all she's thought about this entire time.
It's a year before he returns to the Eastern capital of Windhelm, and only then, it's because the High King is getting married.
Yrsarald sees her. He doesn't stay long after that.
After all, Ulfric would protect her. Had protected her. Even from Yrsarald.
He could live with that.
#thrice pierced/roseblade hurts actually like i am LEGIT hurt#i mean i actually made my fren CRY 😭#YRSARALD! SHE WAS ALMOST THERE AND THEN YOU THREW HER ON THE GROUND AND SCREAMED IN HER FACE#if he hadn't been an idiot they would've held hands#Or rather#his hand would've been on the table and she'd have put hers on his and done this cute quirky thing with her mouth and he'd have stared at i#skyrim#me at Yrsarald: Marny could've been YOUR SON! Kyneiren could've been YOUR DAUGHTER! You could've had ICE CREAM with Leara all the time!#BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND CHOKE HER ON THE FLOOR AND MAKE HER CRY#You could've bought her MORE apple tarts and she would've actually thanked YOU instead of thinking they came from some other guy!#but ulfric really said check mate and got the firl#yrsarald you dumb LOSER#anyway#rosecloak#FOREVER#oc: leara roseblade#ulfric stormcloak#yrsarald thrice pierced#windhelm#tes#the elder scrolls#ralof#galmar stone fist#last dragonborn#mod post#the ship name is very telling#pierced rose
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i need legal recourse against people who ask me shit like 'oh arent there jobs going in x place? why dont you apply?' BITCH I DID. THEY DIDNT WANT ME. WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THIS UPPPPPPPP
#made the mistake of frustratedly saying 'ugh oh NOW everyone is hiring in canada again'#my ma is on my case why dont you apply#BC I DIDNT MOVE BACK TO THIS FUCKASS PLACE JUST TO GO BACK. AND THEN LOSE MY JOB /AGAIN/ IN A YEAR#are you mental??#'oh well arent there jobs in aus?' yes. yes. yes. i applied to them. can i just kill myself at the dining table now?#my mates too need to stop asking me how the job hunt is going whenever we hang out#brother if it was going anywhere id mention it on my own#like sorry whatever ik people are just trying to make polite smalltalk but i really would rather die
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New gith who dis?
Saving her for patch 7 since I'm finally going to run Durge. Haven't settled on a name yet but I'm very into this look.
#sorry body type 1 gith one day I will play you#my issue with the body type 1 heads is every single one including the meager few modded ones that don't alter the noses#have the same pointy chin round face. I'm very faceblind as a person and for the most part I cannot tell them apart#please give me some variety#let my girls have strong jaws and blocky faces#anyway. she/they body type 2 ranger who hails from xa'rok's creche in the tundra#I'll figure out the timeline later but I like my cool tones and if I'm also making her a ranger well. common thread#it would be funny if they were hatch mates just because Xa'rok was a durge once (originally)#bhaal said no wait wrong egg. not THAT one#I think her name is going to be An'zzuk or An's'zuk or something with that letter combination#she feels like a Az/Anz#she was going to be bald but then I discovered the joy of the tail of that braid curling around her shoulder when she spun really fast#RIP the w'war'gaz looking fella I tabled for her#you'll get your time eventually#this gith is definitely bloodthirsty though#also probably going to be ranger/rogue. not me learning how to finally play rogue. UGH#my tavs#technically durge but for consistency#githyanki#also might mess around with the spot patterns but I'm not sure if modded heads support that or if that's a separate thing
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guy im working on a project with: so yeah you'll do the poster and i'll work on these calculations for next week yeah?
sir the poster is due tomorrow what the hell
#shoutout to that one time he said he was too sick to come to a meeting while sitting a table away from me cheers mate lol#lmao he keeps missing meetings and i gotta explain what he did even tho i have no clue#its a draft of the poster but still#feels like im doing this by myself :(#did the work for this week as well but he did that earlier this year so that cancels out i think#bro is so lucky my spine is literally nonexistent istg#not turtles#vent post#<- ig?????????
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