The war had been over for weeks now, but that did not stop his heart from pacing when Feyre was late for their training session. She was never late, well not this late. His breath loosened when he found her in her old bedroom, now Nesta’s room, staring at the bathing room.
“Thinking of remodeling?”
She turned toward him, “Actually yes, but I’m not sure how.”
“Would this remodeling have anything to do with a certain demand of Nesta’s?”
He took a step back, in response to the scowl he was now receiving, before he had a chance to apologize.
“Nesta did not demand that I remodel the bathroom, she admitted a fear to me, one that I want to help her with.”
He stepped closer and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what Nesta’s fear was. He had always thought that the cauldron would look like a larger version of a soup pot not an iron bathing tub.
“How does she bathe?”
“She doesn’t, she uses buckets, much like we did when we lived in that hovel. Which is another reason why we need to remodel this bath.”
Nesta had kept this hidden from them for months. She demanded so much, no one ever thought that she would need to be taken care of. He never thought that he would not know of a simple need of hers. Her damn pride getting in the way of her needs. But it wasn’t her pride, no pride was the wrong word. She hid one of her weaknesses.
He thought back to a time when he hid his weaknesses. When he was a lonely bastard surviving in a camp and the local creek was too shallow to submerge in. Bastards could easily be marked by how dirty they were, never able to fully clean their wings in the shallow waters. He’ll never forget the day he found a hidden waterfall, he’ll never forget the feeling of standing there as the water washed away year’s worth of dirt and grim. He’ll never forget how the wind and the sun felt against his clean wings.
“We just need to create a waterfall for her.”
Feyre gaped at him.
He chuckled, “I’m more than just a good looking brute, I have been told I have a brain as well.”
She smirked, “Sorry, I forgot, it is so rare that you show us that you have any intelligence higher than the below-average brute.”
With help from Rhys and a few engineers from Helion, they redesigned the bathing room while Nesta was away performing her emissary duties for the Night Court.
I knew I needed a bath. It had been months and even with Amren’s magic trick and the use of buckets, I never felt clean. I had returned and already debriefed Rhys. Now all I wanted was to clean myself and sleep for days.
I held back a sob when I entered the bathing room. It was completely remodeled. Where the tub once stood was an open bay with glass doors. From high above water was cascading down, they had designed me a way to wash without submerging into a tub. Feyre’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“I was seriously contemplating running a river through this room. Cassian came up with the idea of a waterfall.”
“Just promise me next time you will tell us, let us help you.”
we met on a crow project David mack and I wanted him to draw. it never happened. ah, the nineties. but I had fallen in love with him as he is the artist I wish I was. I was trying to draw JUST like that,
so I put him up for sam and twitch. it was awesome. and when @joequesada brought me to Daredevil he wanted the team. he loved us together as much as we did.
we’re working on scarlet book 3 right now. and he is doing art in the new iron man legacy story . all the doom stuff.
Ironic how today you answered a post about how someone felt like we were not seing the end any time soon and then a few hours later the pics came out. Funny how the world works
Anon. I know many here think I’m crazy with my speculation about ACS. And I know I haven’t been here as long as others. But I’m fairly observant. And I don’t latch into things for no reason. I’ve been watching this nightmare closely. And it has been clear that change is in the air for months. From the ACS announcement. To excessive promotion for her. To a recent increase in the visibility of the PA (as expected). Darren’s public relationship with RM, who was even at Elsie. The alliances made and being pushed forward. All of these giant steps.
Last night. Another giant leap forward. I’ve been saying for months. Rehabilitation of CC’s public relationship is critical. And it’s begun. And in a pretty big way. At an LGBT event. Wearing practically the same outfit. And god save the queer.
I’m beaming right now despite the early hour and the fact that I pushed myself to leave early for work. I see nothing but a bright future ahead. And I don’t think it’s nearly as far away as some believe.
sorry about the anti cuphead cringe spam but like? im genuinely so sad thinking about kids that mightve been discouraged to create content because their interest is deemed as “cringy” and might be put in cringe comps for thousands of viewers to make fun of like that’s genuinely so soul crushing. I’m no amazing artist but if cringe comps existed when I was young I don’t think I’d even be alive because of how many death threats ironic or unironic that artists get from just idfk drawing their fave characters?? god
can this chemistry assessment about spinach help me unlock the secrets of the universe because iron is important in the human diet and without it we can get sick which means spinach is a green leafy vegetable like many others with the nutrients humanity needs to function; without it and it’s fellow green friends where would we be? still here? right. nothing would change because there would be something else in its place or humans would have evolved to not need it if it did not exist, proving that although everything has a place in the world, it is not entirely necessary as we as a species can find substitutes and also care very little about vegetables. why does one iron-rich plant have so much meaning? where would we be without it? why do i care about how much iron is in 100g of spinach depending on the temperature at which it was stored? i don’t. everything is meaningless. that spinach was burned to ash and drowned in chemicals just like us. just like we will be. everything on earth will meet the same fate so why do we fight so hard to live? why do we waste the life of spinach?
if u think i’m gonna reblog some reblog bait that says something like ‘put your sign, if you iron your clothes, and how many pumpkins you can carry in the tags’ then you’re absolutely right and leo, yes, and maybe 4.
when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?
She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”
And that was it for that dream.
Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.
And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.
This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them.
Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate.
We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us.
We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired.
We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.
This is a gift for the ever so lovely @dreamcatchersdaughter! I know they like space, mermaids, and Winteriron so I came up with a Winteriron Treasure Planet Space Mermaid AU. In my defense, it was four in the morning.
And yes, I deviated from the common gold and red colour scheme for Tony because when I think of Tony
— without the Iron Man suit
— I think of arc reactor blue, black, and grey. Also, this way I could make him SUPER SPARKLY AND SHINY. Just look at him. He’s so beautiful.
So I, of course, played Act 1 of Hiveswap and it was great! A lot of
people complained about it being really short, and while it’s true, I
guess, I still loved it. I’m probably just happy that after so many
problems during development, it was actually released and actually good.
Even if it’s short, it still was beautiful, I think.
I drew the
ending of Act 1 as my first fan-art. It’s not really how Heiress’
battleship looked like, but I just can’t live without overdetailing
something, and this time it was battleship’s turn to suffer from my
questionable design choices.
I also was away (again, goddamn it)
for a long time, due to being really hyped and having very high hopes
for a game called Absolver. And then i spent two weeks realizing that
it’s, well… actually not that good. Even kinda shitty, to be honest. I
guess it’s a lesson for me - never believe the hype. It’s especially
ironic because I never really was hyped for Hiveswap, and it was great
DA:I Companions and advisers react to an Inquisitor who has a pet parrot? One that likes to perch on the Inky's shoulder and repeats swearwords that it hears from other people.
Cassandra: She was irritated by the bird because all it did for the days while the Herald was unconscious was squawk incessantly at anyone who it didn’t recognize and perch on the Herald, trying in vain to wake their beloved. Still, she doesn’t comment, because when the Herald is finally out and about, so is the bird, who brings them comfort. The parrot ends up growing on her, slowly but surely, though the first few times it perches on her, she freezes and is unsure of what to do.
Iron Bull: The parrot loves his horns as perches. “Alright, you little shit factory,” he says, amused, “you can sit up there all you like, long as you don’t mistake my head for a latrine.” The bird often bluntly asks for food if he’s eating nuts, and he argues with them before grumbling and giving in, much to the bird’s delight.
Blackwall: He’s never gotten up close to one before, and he’s not sure how to react. He just stares until the parrot starts talking to him, and he blinks in surprise. He enjoys talking to the parrot, especially after his secret is revealed, because it’s not in the least concerned about it and will still talk to him readily, even if it seems nonsensical at times.
Sera: She loves the parrot. She loves playing with it and talking to it and trying to teach it words. The parrot decides they like her, and if the bird isn’t perched on the Herald and cuddling, the parrot’s perched on her or Bull or a few of the other party members. She spoils it.
Varric: He tries telling the parrot stories to see what will happen, and finds that the bird likes it, sometimes repeating phrases back at him– or just over and over again at random times, sometimes annoying Cassandra. Varric greatly approves.
Cole: “They know the words and what words mean more than people think. Side-stepping, dancing, the humans will call me pretty and ooh and ahh and give me treats, it’s all as easy as talking. They are happy because you love them and care for them and give them attention.” He smiles. “It is good.” The bird likes him because of how calm he can be, and he always seems to know where they want scritches.
Dorian: He’s seen a few magisters with them, often neglected and sad once the owners tire of the novelty, so it pleases him to see the happy, well-kept and stimulated bird, who he enjoys having conversations with. He’ll bounce his theories and theorems off of the bird, who’s just happy to talk with him. “You are quite beautiful,” he says wryly one day, “but not as much as me.” This offends the bird, and it shocks him when it says ‘fuck you.’ “Did you learn that, by chance, from Sera?” he asks dryly. “No matter. There’s no need to ruffle your feathers over the matter. We can both be pretty.”
Solas: Parrots fascinate him, he discovers. He tries holding conversations with the bird to see how far its intelligence goes, and is pleased. He almost considers talking with the bird about his internal problems, but quickly decides against it, despite how nice it would be to have an outlet– don’t need a bird outing a wolf.
Vivienne: Like Dorian, she’s seen nobles who get the birds, get bored of them, and neglect them. While she’s not all that into keeping pets, she can at least admire how well the bird is kept– a parrot is a living creature, and deserves respect. Her nose wrinkles when she sees anyone in the party trying to teach it swear words, and she hopes it never repeats these words at any nobles. “Don’t repeat that, Darling.” she says dryly to the parrot as Sera tries to teach it new words.
Josephine: She thinks it’s adorable, up until it starts cursing at Roderick and Marquis DuRellion. Then she spends time looking for the best animal trainer to somehow get the bird to stop saying those inappropriate words. Sometimes the bird hums a tune, though, and it makes her calm down a little.
Leliana: If no one’s looking or in earshot, she’ll consider busting out the lute and singing a song to the bird, just to watch it dance and revel in the sound of music. Birds listen and enjoy music much like humans do, and she finds a little solace in interacting with the parrot. She compliments the Herald on their companion and their care of the parrot.
Cullen: He’s honestly surprised it survived all of this nonsense, and while he initially voices a bit of concern about the bird’s safety, the bird pitches such a fit when separated from their owner for extended periods of time that he lets it go. At one point, when he’s having a particularly bad headache from lyrium withdrawal, the parrot finds him and sits on his shoulder, puffing up and cuddling against his head, gently trying to kiss his head and groom his hair. The company is welcome.