#well that went well lol

[councillor-roland]

"What are you talking about?" Roland couldn't remember when he'd ever asked Aneirin to compromise his boundaries but this argument had gotten out of hand long ago. They brought up ancient history and it seemed more like they were just trying to hurt each other now than work anything out. "But you did choose your obligations over me! You went off to battle even when I begged you to stay!" Did Aneirin still not understand what that had done to him, what that had felt like? Still, he hated the wet sheen on Aneirin's eyes and wanted to help drive it away not bring it out more. That was clearly a lost cause, at least for the moment.

"How could you think that? That's not what I want!" But it was a fair question. What did he want from Aneirin? What was it even fair to want now that he knew Aneirin's love for him was still there? Not that his attempts at what he saw as kindness or fairness had gone over well, they'd really just blown up in his face and caused more problems. Still, he was shaking his head as the accusations kept coming even as he felt more desperate by the second given how this had all careened so hopelessly out of control. "No, you misunderstand me. Of course I respect you, how could I not? I'm not trying to bend you to anything I was trying to be kind!" What was the point in saying that now? He hated how desperate his tone was, hated that he knew Aneirin was about to leave him again. "Rin'..." Roland walked to the door, should've stormed after him but he let it close instead, feeling pained and bereft as he watched it happen. He refused to say goodbye, not again. He would have to figure out some way to fix this even though it seemed impossible now. Cursing, he slammed his fist against the door and swallowed hard, leaning there and wondering how it had all gone so wrong when it had started so well. It was a disaster, really, and it was his fault. Somehow, some way, he'd make it better. He had to.

END

"Boundaries? You speak to me of boundaries when you would have me cross every last one of mine? To grovel on my knees in apology because I uphold my obligations? If you believe for a moment I chose something above you then it's because you made my choice for me. It was you that decided there could be room in my heart for one thing and one thing alone." Aneirin's eyes were shiny and wet again. Perhaps it was all too explosive, but Aneirin's emotions had done nothing for centuries but stockpile barrels of gunpowder and wait for someone to come through with a lit match. Roland had struck up, whether he'd intended to or not. Aneirin fumbled with his belt in his haste, fingers clumsy and struggling on the buckle.

"All this from the man jealous of the very concept of Wales. You demand I throw away all obligation, even my remotest of my affections you are petty and jealous of, and then cannot give me even the crumbs at the table in return. What is you want from me Roland? An obedient little slut for when your love leaves your bed cold? Get a fucking slave like everyone else." Finally, he managed to beat his belt into submission, followed swiftly by his shoes as he firmly tied the laces.

He brushed the hair that had tumbled out of its neat style off his forehead. His expression was sharp, pointed, despite the sadness in his eyes. "It's you that insists on hierarchy, and a hierarchy that would see me beneath even the basest level of respect from you. Even know, you see fit to tell me how I ought to feel, like my love is some finite spoil of conquest." Aneirin reached for the door. He paused a moment. "You don't understand me. And what's more you don't want to understand me, you just want to bend me to your ever changing will." Then he was moving into the corridor, heading back towards his suite. "Goodnight, Roland." He closed the door behind him.

[cainternn]

BLUE

[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

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[shepscapades]

[dbhc flavored] Hermit a Day May: Day 31 — Ren!

[dimpleskinard]

Lou Ferrigno Jr. as Donovan Rocker | S.W.A.T. -> 7x09

[tubbytarchia]

oops ponied more lifers (Jimmy and Joel are redesigned lol, design notes and original under cut)

With Tango I wanted to play with half body/split coloring and make him look scorched, including his horn which will just smoke while he's not using magic. I'd like to think he's absolutely fine and all that's changed is that he can only conjure fire magic but he doesn't care that much. His tail and mane can burst into flame whenever

BigB is a big guy with a thousand yard stare and prey animal behavior with his ears constantly tucked back. I really like the idea of him having a huge tail dragging behind him, adds to the unnerve a tiny bit. When people look away he turns into a hyperrealistic creaking horse

Why did I make Jimmy all yellow. His color is blue!!! Blue!!!! Even if I usually highlight him with yellow because it just looks nicer but!! Blue..!! Seeing Lizzie build a blue parrot for him inspired me to finally redesign him, his coloration is based on the blue quaker parrot! The canary theme can still work with this, I'd like to imagine his flight feathers started going yellow and he wasn't just born with canary feathers. Also tried to get across that he's a lanky ass pony but makes himself look smaller

Joel I think works so much better when he's relatively monotone and the green highlights are implemented sparingly (you know, as highlights). I think it makes him look more special even with normal horse colors than if he was mostly green, kinda loses that bit of the design that really identifies Joel AS Joel. Yeah my first Joel design was garbo. Also he's very angry that god made him an earth pony and tiny. sorry little guy

Also also I made this little video where Joel eats Scott and runs away with Jimmy you're welcome

[unhappy-sometimes]

here's a playlist of (mostly) historically accurate love songs that twiyor has most definitely danced to on vinyl: youtube, spotify, apple music

some fast, some slow, some made for dancing, others probably not (but i still like them so i included them anyway), i'll add songs as i think of them

[riddlerosehearts]

and the universe said, i love you because you are love

[councillor-roland]

"Oh, I'm aware we don't have any kind of personal connection nor do I intend to establish one now. Any kindness I've shown you has been for Rhys' sake, not any personal interest in you. Even that is coming to an end, however, as it seems no matter how civil I begin you're determined to be anything but." Roland glared. "I'm merely meeting the same energy that's given to me. If you don't appreciate that perhaps you should change how you speak to me." The threat to tell Rhys about this didn't particularly phase Roland as he would also be telling Rhys about it, watching Seth go with a scowl. "Rest assured he will hear about it." The insult only deepened his scowl and he cursed after him in French then stormed away.

END

"You speak as if you and I have any personal connection or friendship when we don't. I actually know Rhys. I've known him longer than you've taken an interest in him, so I have every right to pass judgment or concern for my mentor and friend's emotional and physical safety when it comes to you. You have no right to speak about who I choose to spend my time with because it's none of your fucking business and you have no better comeback." Seth's cold smile tightened then, wishing he'd thought to record this interaction to share with Rhys. No matter, he bet the older witch would believe him when he told him about this. "I'm sure Rhys would love to hear about this when I have dinner with him tomorrow night." He moved past Roland with a final sneer in his direction. "See you around, Lord Fuckwad."

[cometshift]

disaster waltz

[moider-time]

Y'know what I want? I want sick Bruce Wayne.

I want a Bruce that babies his kids when they're sick. He goes all out. 6'4 muscle-bound Jason Todd is getting tucked into bed with a kiss on the forehead to check his temperature and whines if Bruce forgets.

As good as his memory is, Bruce can't exactly remember what Thomas and Martha used to do when he was sick. They had a routine but the intricacies of it constantly escape him. As little as that may be, it does pang every now and again that he's forgetting them, forgetting how they loved him. He doesn't want that for any of his kids.

So he babies them, treats them like the little kids he knows they aren't and rarely if ever got to be. He deals with any vomit, tears or just general irritation that comes with being sick. It gets to point where when the kids are sick and Bruce isn't home, they can barely function.

Dick: THIS IS IT- THIS IS THE END

Wally: dude you just have a cold?

Dick: JUST A- JUST A COLD?!? WALLY, ARE YOU INSANE?? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MANAGE WITHOUT MY HOT CHOCOLATE AND HOME MADE BUNNY MARSHMALLOWS??!?

Wally: ok one, bunny marshmallows? adorable. and two, i've seen you walk off a fractured collarbone, two bruised ribs and a twisted ankle???

Dick: ....yeah but the marshmallows

Wally:

But Bruce? Oh when Bruce is sick, he powers through. But when he's so sick he considers himself a liability, he curls up in a small, dark room like a pregnant cat. It's practically instinct for him – when he's compromised like that, he needs to be in a place that he's knows is safe.

Very Sick Bruce also goes into Mama Bear Mode. He wants his kids in his sight at all times or he's practically inconsolable. If they're not with him, then they might be in danger, anything could happen – how can he protect them if they're not there? Just anxiety out of the wazoo.

I can see him trying to drag his 7 kids into one room so he can keep an eye on his babies.

Damian: baba we cannot all possibly fit-

Cass: -we will

Damian:

Damian: who's going first?

The kids do make things more comfortable. Fluffing his pillows, getting him tea and making sure he has his stuffies. Bruce appreciates it but he just says that all he needs are his kids. That always has them sobbing.

(happy holidays to my cold twin @bruciemilf i was inspired by our mutual sickness lol)

[theresoneicouldcallking]

"gosh, you're so darn cute!" (love sea 1x05) "looks like your 'no-strings-attached' life is coming to an end, pai." (love in the air 1x10)

[tubbytarchia]

I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional

[gojisaurus]

run lines in your trailer?

[b4kuch1n]

polymer broadcast signal hijack