#browbeat

[dagda-the-doodler]

Browbeat!!!! Wildbow may have literally forgotten about you and had to retcon you into dying, but I only almost forgot about you!

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Browbeat

"Even the threat of power has power." —Jeska, warrior adept

Artist: Mark Tedin TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[thepariahcontinuum]

Browbeat

So I’ve just realised that out of all of the Worm Fanfics I’ve read that include the Brockton Bay Wards only one of them include Browbeat in any capacity.

Just checked his wiki and even that needs work, but the guy has Biokinesis that let’s him turn into an adonis which honestly reminds of Allmight from MHA, so you’d think that he’d have some sort of niche with people.

.....Like, did everybody just forget the guy who can go toe to toe with Rachel’s dogs and who was one of the three Wards to die fighting Leviathan? As far as I can see he’s the only Ward whose actual name we don’t know

[travelers-gaming]

browbeat and aegis are dead

[thedailytrashblog]

Immovable object (Jack Slash being unable to lose to parahumans) vs irresistible force (Browbeat having such a Stranger rating that even Wildbow forgot them)

[toxicmetalzine]

BROWBEAT

BROWBEAT: Italian metallic hardcore institution shares new single "Empire on Fire" Watch the video now @ https://toxicmetalzine.com/post/browbeat-

[metalshockfinland]

BROWBEAT Share New Single 'Empire on Fire'

One year after the release of “The Showdown” EP, Italian metallic hardcore institution BROWBEAT are back with their brand new album “Unbreakable”, which will be released on March 22nd 2024 via Time To Kill Records. Whilst fans wait for its release, the band has today debuted the second single taken from the album. Stream “Empire on Fire” at THIS LOCATION. The first single “The Real Face” is…

[quasi-normalcy]

"Picard season 3 was the perfect end to the TNG era!"

How the TNG era begins: Humans prove their worth on the galactic stage by solving a space mystery, choosing reason over violence, and liberating a captive alien godling.

How the TNG era ends: The crew get together to do a Death Star trench run on a Borg cube, annihilating an entire species.

[ehlnofay]

The Dragonborn does not speak at the council, for all the trouble she went to arranging it.

She sits in a straight-backed chair at the head of the table, her sword in its scabbard resting against the stone. (She was the only one permitted to carry a weapon into the assembly.) Lydia, her sharp-faced housecarl, is seated to her left.

It’s the Dragonborn’s council, for all intents and purposes – it may not have been her idea, but it was she who petitioned for it, persuading Arngeir and then the war-leaders and the dignitaries they dragged with them. It was for her sake alone (Dragonborn, Ysmir, legend come to life) that some agreed to attend at all.

But when the council finally begins, kings and warriors crowded around the long stone table, she is silent. An argument begins immediately, Ulfric objecting to Thalmor presence within the negotiations and Tullius objecting to his objection, and it splinters off into something thorny and onerous. It takes half an hour for discussion to begin properly – and then someone says something and they’re off again, everyone around the table coiled tight and wary, and the Dragonborn stares into the middle distance and offers no thoughts.

It doesn’t stop, the talk of trading holds like game pieces and demands that the armies’ leaders be compensated for massacres that never touched them. Arngeir tries to quiet them, and Esbern’s desperate passion riles them up, and when half of the room has leapt to its feet and voices echo off High Hrothgar’s sacred, watching stones, the Dragonborn finally speaks –

Which is to say, she claps her hands over her ears and spits a Word that rips the voices from their lips and the room is finally, mercifully silent.

Her housecarl, the only one who does not seem startled by this, places a hand on the back of her chair and says, “Thane?”

The Dragonborn uncurls, removes her hands from her head, lays them flat on the table.

“I don’t understand,” she says, slow, as though the words are weighed down. She isn’t looking into the middle distance; her eyes shift from face to face like she is trying to meet everyone’s gaze at once.

Galmar Stone-fist, standing by a chair to her right, claws at his fur-lined collar. “We have –”

“Let the Dragonborn speak,” Lydia interrupts, voice and eyes steely. Galmar’s face twists, but he falls silent.

The Dragonborn presses her hands into the stone tabletop.

“Do you believe,” she says, “that the dragons will leave your side alone?”

On the other side of the table, General Tullius raises a sceptical brow. He leans back into his chair. “If you have a point, then make it. We don’t have time for more nonsense.”

Her eyes snap to him. Lydia repeats, “Let her speak.”

The Dragonborn holds up a hand.

“Do you believe,” she enunciates carefully, “that the dragons care anything for your war? None of this matters.”

“On the contrary –”

“Alduin will tear your cities down,” she tells them. Her eyes are eerie dark as holes too deep to track, and even her housecarl is staring at her now. “Only I can stop it. Until you get out of my way, you are fighting over rubble.”

There is, again, silence. Arngeir is visibly thankful for the reprieve; High Hrothgar’s walls, unused as they are to such uproar, can once again, if briefly, know peace.

Ulfric stood up sometime in the yelling; he has not sat back down. He is leaning a little on the stone back of his chair as he says, “You called us here in hopes of a ceasefire, Dragonborn. Truces aren’t made of empty air. Terms have to be negotiated.”

The Dragonborn stares him down. Her palms remain flat on the table; her sword stays resting against her chair.

“But you aren’t negotiating with him,” she says, the words still heavy, still slow. “You’re negotiating terms with me.”

There is a pause. The watchful stones soak in the silence.

“With you,” the Legate replies.

The Dragonborn’s face is blank. “If you truce, I will fight Alduin.” She speaks the weighed-down words as though they are the most natural thing in the world. “If you don’t, I won’t. Your cities will fall as Helgen, and you will die afraid. Those are my terms.”

Lydia places a hand, palm up, on the table. The Dragonborn covers it with her own, mimicking the pose of the wrist, the splay of the fingers.

“Now,” the Dragonborn announces, her voice a laggard echo of Arngeir’s opening speech, “who would like to begin the negotiations?”

(There is no shouting during the rest of the peace council.)

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Aggressive tribalism and doubling down on a broken system aside, it's always struck me as a bit arrogant that the "vote blue no matter who" crowd attributes every non-vote/third-party vote to someone who would otherwise support the Dem's chosen candidate but got cold feet at the last minute. My guy, you keep banging on that "lesser of two evils" drum all you want, but I don't think you're gonna like the outcome if you ever successfully convince a lot of the people who voted third party in 2020.

[all-yourn]

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[ihatepissvortex]

the OP of this post as well as the facebook page that is prominently watermarked on every image and linked in the post are zionists

[grassoftunnel]

Waltz Op. 34

Criminally underutilised 😭 Eats so much harder than Love Examination imo. The homage to Profokiev���s Romeo and Juliet Op.64: Dance of the Knights, with the bass+timpani parts, activates something deep within me. The strings also really remind me a bit of some parts of the Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance soundtrack (eg. 0:52-1:00 makes me think of Beautiful Princess Elincia, best fire emblem track period point blank!) which is just extra points in my book (though completely unrelated to the composers intentions haha…probably)

[adhd-merlin]

changing my "ygraine pendragon" tag to "ygraine de bois" because she wouldn't want to be remembered by her shitty husband's name

[naazaif327]

I’m still mostly on Suvi’s side post ep 22, but one thing I will concede on is that Ame’s lack of communication isn’t exactly coming from nowhere. More than once the first arc of the show, we’ve seen Ame express a diverging opinion in front of Suvi and then watched Suvi essentially browbeat Ame back into line (the talk after the Captain Emliss fight, the pulling aside in Port Talon after Ghost). It’s often done out of defensiveness, which is discussed on the fireside chat, but the groundwork is there for Ame to reasonably have an aversion to just outright stating her intentions if they go against what Suvi wants because she knows it’ll probably end in an argument that she can’t win without expressing her honest opinions of the Empire and the nature of Wizards, which would likely only set Suvi off more. Now, does that excuse her lack of communication and her outright lies to both Steel and Suvi this episode? I personally don’t think so, but I do think it makes her actions much more understandable

[onewomancitadel]

You can't call me a cynic or a complainer who just likes to complain, because today they managed to almost convince me the next Fable game might be good, and that was something I never anticipated. I'm very sensible and I have excellent taste.