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I wrote an outline a month ago about what I think happened w brnine and jesset 5 years ago and never posted it , putting it here under the cut bc of mortifying ordeal etc
so: not sure if this is pre or post funeral/mourning, depends on when broun made up with jesset. I cannot find in the transcripts when brnine was suddenly cool with him again but I do remember that being on screen and kinda suspicious. Anyways:
Broun had been locked up in their room and not interacting with anyone for days, but one night jesset spots them about to leave for town.
He stops them and asks where they’re going. They say “None of your business.” and tries to leave but jesset is in the way. “Move.”
“Look, you can go just… We’re all worried about you. I don’t want to lose… We can’t afford to lose another person. Let me come with you.”
Broun sighs, resigned. They don’t forgive Jesset necessarily but they know he doesn’t deserve to be the target of their ire either. Blowing up at him before was…embarrassing.
“Fine. Whatever. I won’t stop you from tagging along.”
They go to some dive bar (I don’t remember icebreaker logistics but I assume they can get in land and go places).
They’re both seated at the bar and it’s very awkward. Broun asks for some strong drink and Jesset asks for the same. Broun rolls their eyes.
Drinks arrive. They down it in one shot and asks for another. Jesset tries to do the same but chokes on it immediately and starts coughing, making a small scene. Bartender is like “hey watch your friend there”
Broun pats his back and laughs for the first time and tension is alleviated a bit. Broun takes his drink and orders jesset something milder.
They’re drinking and talking about meaningless things for a while. Broun seems to never bring up Valence, even in stories where jesset know they were there, generally keeping it vague. He does not want to step on any toes at this point so he follows suit and avoids mentioning them also.
Eventually, the bartender cuts Broun off and tells them to go home. Jesset is tipsy too but slightly more stable than Broun so he offers his shoulder to them and they don’t refuse, clinging to him as they stumble back to base.
They get to Broun’s quarters, Broun fumbles trying to unlock the door and once they finally manage, Jesset helps get them to their bed
He says let me get you some water but they don’t let go of his arms, says “wait”, he ends up seated on the bed next to them
He’s looking at their face, they looked flushed and they’re staring back intently, getting closer, and he’s getting closer too, pulled in by Something (the effect)
They kiss, lightly at first, pausing for a moment with their foreheads together, and they start again, much hungrier this time. They’re fully making out now, hands roaming aimlessly, broun climbing onto jesset’s lap. After some moments Jesset starts feeling some droplets on his face, he opens his eyes and see that Broun is crying.
He stops the kissing and asks if they’re okay. They wipe their tears with their sleeve and say yeah just keep going somethings just in my eye. But he makes them stop, says “We don’t have to do this.”
They do back down, and they’re quietly sitting next to each other for a moment.
Finally, he breaks the silence with “Do you want to talk about Valence? I want to talk about Valence.”
”We’ve talked plenty about them.”
”Then can I talk about them.”
Broun sighs but is silent and lets him continue. They’ve both slumped to the floor in front of the bed now and jesset tells a story about Valence during all the election stuff that Broun never heard about. Broun then finally talks about Valence a bit. Eventually at like 5 am, they fall asleep on jesset’s shoulder. He helps them into bed and leaves.
They’re like fine now after this but have Not spoken about that night since and it’s been 5 years. This might be the last time Brnine talked about Valence with someone also.
There’s a slight awkwardness for a bit right after but eventually there’s a fondness on both sides…. No time to actually do anything about it tho. Yet(?)
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haveyoumetmythief · 1 year
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Me: It is Perfectly Normal to struggle while doing visual tasks in the dark, and fumbling while plugging in my phone is a neutral act. It has been over a decade, can you please just-
The Thing Inside My Brain:
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felsicveins · 4 months
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I personally think JD should divorce Julian's freeloading ass for good. I bet what they had meant nothing and JD really wants nothing to do with him. Our JD deserves better, I think.
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bogkeep · 3 months
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reminiscing
[characters siffrin and odile are from in stars and time]
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cobaltcreations · 19 days
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Me and my partner @the-good-ol-art-corner collaborated on this AWESOME poster for one of our favorite Bendy Aus @toontiedterror by @dictatortirah !! I am in LOVE with how it came out and I am so excited to see how this story and world develops!!
I put so many details into this, it is absolutely silly, but I had a swell time doing them. Those headshots on the missing posters belong to the staff from our own Bendy project @howdy-folks-its-showtime and we didn't even intend to make two versions. But I put so much into the background... I just had to make a version without the foreground to show it off <3
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whaliiwatching · 8 months
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a rendezvous beyond
and a halfway closeup just bc im rlly happy with how the bg turned out lol
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blinkpen · 2 months
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so i got a commission from my friend Woods of Minotaur!Demersa but Larger and i'm sorry friends, i have been reduced to smithereens, to mere particles, scoop me up and put me in sand art, my time on earth is over, look, look how good this is, look at my wife,
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reunitedinterlude · 4 months
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countdown to phil’s 37th bday - a year in review [24/30]
phil in green
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the-grave-of-andrew · 2 months
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I fucking love the new Hozier EP
Based on Hozier's Too Sweet
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saintbleeding · 1 year
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[ID: Various digital drawings of Martin Blackwood from TMA in season four: he is first shown bent asleep over a desk, his hair dishevelled and clothing in disarray. Beside this there is a close-up of one of his hands pouring liquor into a mug. Next, there is a close-up of both of his hands, one holding a cigarette and the other a lighter. Beside this, he is shown in similar disarray. The mug and cigarette, which he does not appear to be smoking, are in one hand, and his phone is in the other. He looks down at the phone with a displeased expression. There is a text exchange in a speech bubble beside him, which reads: Peter: “What is your password please? Me: “G3tfucked!” (plain text: get fucked) Peter: Didn’t work? Please advise. Below this exchange there is a notification from 3:47am which reads “(4) missed calls from Jon Sims”. Next, Martin is shown in a t-shirt with its tag sticking out, clean-shaven and combing his hair. Lastly, he is wearing a relatively crisp-looking three-piece suit, straightening his tie with a disaffected expression. End ID.]
will i ever get over my own headcanon that martin burns and doesn’t smoke cigarettes between s3-4 and maybe struggles to stop? great question. haha anyway did you know that the bits of your brain that govern smell and memory are very similar bits and that’s why smell is so evocative of memories.
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effen-draws · 1 year
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Harry Du Bois having a normal one
Alts and such:
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20dollarlolita · 2 years
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Quick reminder that you're allowed to have fun.
Back when I cosplayed, I put a ton of effort into cosplays. I did a ton of research, fabric sourcing, learning new construction techniques, trying to get everything to look good and be the perfect thing that I wanted it to be. I wanted to win awards. I wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was.
I got into cosplay because I was in a Twilight cosplay group. We would get together, to go Ross Dress for Less, buy new outfits, get together, go to the park or to the mall, and pretend to be vampires. One of the people in the group had a camera and took pictures, and that was what we did. We didn't make any really good cosplays or any really good photos, but I had so much fun going into the park in the rain wearing a sleeveless dress and pretending that I wasn't freezing, while our Bella cosplayer got to be the only person in a jacket and had to pretend she was miserable.
We weren't a good cosplay group, objectively speaking. We never won awards. We weren't interviewed by blogs. We weren't ever the group that everyone wanted to take pictures of at the convention. I got into doing more cosplay, but a lot of people in that group didn't cosplay outside of that group. A lot of them never cosplayed again, once we all went to college and stopped going to the mall and taking tons of pictures in the food court.
(For everyone who wants to imagine this, this was 2008 and cell phones didn't have cameras that could be dumped onto your computer, so there was several high schoolers pretending to be vampires and one person with a full DSLR with a 300mm zoom lens following them around like the whole grous wasn't a total ball of chaos).
And, you know what? We had fun. It's okay to do things just because it's fun.
With so many professionals posting information on the internet about how they do their craft, it's an amazing time to get into a lot of hobbies. Instead of hoarding information, a ton of hobbyists and professionals alike share their work and techniques and tools freely online. Anyone who wants to can learn how to use the same tools and do the same techniques. I applaud every professional who is taking the time to make resources so that new people can learn how to do things and join in their profession or hobby. Everyone who makes a roller skate tutorial on instagram, everyone who makes an instructable on using a soldering iron, everyone who posted a tiktok about the best way to melt cheese over rice, all those long and pretentious youtube videos about picking the best whiskey to go with the best cigars, videos explaining the bizarreness of Edwardian table manners, you all are amazing. You're sharing this information and enabling new people to learn about something that's important to you. This is really cool. I love you.
But, to everyone who is consuming this media that has been created, and find it intimidating, you're not alone. Someone with a functioning studio who is doing a makeup tutorial in a 4K camera with a high quality ring light and a $89 foundation brush, even sharing their technique freely, can make you feel like you won't have good makeup skills until you also have a ring light and a nice brush. You wanted to build a model of an airplane and looked up a tutorial, and this guy makes it look really easy but he has a double-action airbrush and a fume hood, so you feel like you're not ready to make this model because you don't have the right gear.
I know that this intimidation factor is not something that content creators making tutorials want to be there. I make tutorials and I don't want to intimidate people with a big list of tools and techniques, but I'm sure there's people who wanted to get into lolita fashion and found that my blog was more intimidating than helpful.
So I'm not here to tell content creators to stop making tutorials. The open sharing of information is one of the coolest things about the internet, and I don't want that to change.
But I do want to say something to the person who has watched 160 cake decorating videos in the past week and wanting to try it themselves. I want to say that to someone who has gone through 18 years of jfashion blog archives and wants to build an EGL coordinate. I want to say something to people who've built up an elaborate fictional world and amazing characters in their heads and who wants to share it with someone.
It's okay to do a thing without getting into the hobby. You're allowed to make one cake and decide that it's not for you. You're allowed to take the face off a Monster High doll and not like the process of putting on a new one. You're allowed to assemble one EGL outfit and not want to make a full closet of pieces. You're allowed to write down your story and give it to a friend without ever submitting it to a publisher. You're allowed to paint your DND minis with Apple Barrel acrylics and toothpicks. You're allowed to put on your eyeshadow with the little sponge stick that comes with the $9 palette you got at CVS.
Getting into wood carving is cool, but carving one spoon and then never picking it back up again isn't a failure at getting into a hobby. You made a spoon! That's so cool! You didn't fail to make a spoon just because you didn't make a second one. Building one coordinate and wearing it over and over for conventions and photoshoots isn't a failure to wear the fashion, even if you don't make a whole wardrobe with multiple looks. You can buy a $12 guitar at a yard sale and just play Wonderwall on it on Omegle and have more fun than someone who is dedicated to learning a full set and play professionally in front of people. You can knit a single scarf, hammer together a single planter box, DM a single session of D&D, and then not do it ever again. That's creation, not failure.
And you don't need to research everything and follow tutorials and get it right. You're allowed to experiment and have fun and do it wrong, and you're allowed to guess about the right way to do something. You're allowed to bring your outside perspective into something and try a technique. You're allowed to take experience you have from something and try to cross-apply it to something else. That's two of the ways that new techniques are made! And you're allowed to do something and not like it! You're allowed to do it wrong! You're allowed to give up halfway through and say you'll finish it later, and then never finish it later! You're allowed to bullshit your way through things.
You're allowed to not be serious about things. Throwing a Bridgerton party is probably really fun, but so it putting on cardboard top hats from the dollar store while holding shot glasses over your eyes like monocles and shouting "GOOOOOOOD HEEAAAAAVENS, LAAAAARYYYY," in an exaggerated tone while everyone drinks Old Crow and vows to never buy Swisher Sweets ever again. You're allowed to do things that objectively aren't good, don't showcase skills, don't create something impressive. You're allowed to do these things because they're fun, or because you think they might be fun.
Maybe you like it. Maybe you don't. But you don't need to commit to doing things like the professionals in order to find legitimacy in a thing you attempt. Your attempt is legitimate. Go try the thing.
And if you don't like it, your attempt was still legitimate. Good job trying the thing.
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pigeonwit · 6 months
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Tipsy Davey is a lovely Davey, easy to blush and fluster – it doesn’t take much more than a smile to send him giggling into his glass, and it drives Jack’s own ego to dangerous heights. He could spend whole nights murmuring compliments in Davey’s ear, tracing his knuckle against Davey’s thigh, listening to him giggle against Jack’s own temple, feebly nudging him away (and letting him come right back) and mumbling "Jackie, stop…" without meaning a word of it.
And then there’s Drunk Davey, when his flush settles high on his cheeks and his bashfulness settles with it. He loses that nervousness he keeps underneath his skin that’s always pulling him back just a little, telling him not to come on too strong. He touches freely, whispers the pads of his fingertips over Jack’s wrists enough to drive him insane, sweeps over the bridge of Jack’s freckled nose and murmurs, “Glory be to God for dappled things…”. The bitter little middle-schooler that still lives in Jack’s mind has always thought that poetry was something just too dorky to be attractive, but that bitter little middle-schooler sure shuts the hell up when Davey whispers pretty things in Jack’s ear on a dark corner of the dance floor. Jack’s not complaining at all.
And then there’s Jack’s favourite – Truly Shitfaced Davey. He’s a rare gift, reserved only for New Years, birthdays and Halloween parties, if his costume is slutty enough. Jack can recount every single Truly Shitfaced Davey encounter he’s ever had, and while they’re nowhere near as suave as Drunk Davey, they are by all means his favourites.
“Face,” Davey mumbles, poking Jack’s cheek and marvelling at the squish of it. Jack has to bite his lip not to laugh.
“Yeah, babe?” He asks sweetly, because he is a wonderful boyfriend, thank you very much.
“Your face… It – you…” Davey’s face pinches as he tries to find his words underneath the drunk haze that’s blanketing his brain. He promptly gives up and groans, waving an arm dismissively as he burrows into Jack’s side. “S’good.”
Jack grins, pressing a kiss to the curls tickling his face. He gives up on trying to stifle his smile – Davey’s too drunk to care, and far too drunk to notice the way he’s staring inquisitvely at Jack’s lips the way he usually stares at a good book.
“Thanks, Davey-mine. Your face is good, too.”
Davey stares at him for a moment, mouth squared and silent for a little too long, until he makes a strangled little squeak and ducks his face into Jack’s neck.
“Shuddup!” He orders as Jack laughs, but he can’t help it. As much as he loves Davey when he’s reciting sonnets from memory, he especially loves him speechless, if only for the novelty of it.
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asanjou · 6 months
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2000 years old? she should be at the club
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felassan · 1 month
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"Admiral Isabela".. this letter was written in 9:41 Dragon or after.
(thanku to @iceta for helping me figure out a word in the letter for the transcript!)
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subbyp · 2 months
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we need more post-canon/40-yr-old content with Zoro as the bartender of Sanji’s restaurant in the all blue and you can’t convince me otherwise
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