#effective speeches

[maomonium]

[everwalldigan]

Bruce is the type of person who crosses his arms, shakes his head in disappointment and goes: “In my TWENTY FIVE YEARS OF VIGILANTISM I have NEVER seen such astoundingly horrible behaviour” and then go on a two hour lecture

[kiidart]

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pt.1 pt.3 pt.4

i love bratty computers breathe if u agree <3

this is a little long, so continue reading below! :3

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

“You can’t poison every enemy you come across,” he whispers, and I blanche. “You’re not going to have time to offer tea to some Braevi gryphon rider when they come at you.”

… Two books later

“Before dinner, it was just the six of us. Are you curious what I gave everyone for an appetizer as we walked down the stairs?”

“The fucking tea,” Faris hisses.

[planetlongjourney]

One of the MANY reasons that paramount/Star trek probably won’t give out another fully fledged 7 season Star Trek series with 25ish episodes per season is because of how much the CGI would cost. Back in ye olde times when they were making TNG and others, they would just paint the planets out and use that as a background. But shows don’t really do that anymore, and to have it to the standards of other shows today, they would have to do pretty much everything using at least some special effects.

But the thing is, I would be absolutely fine if they just started painting on planets again? I’d be absolutely fine if they just started slapping glue again to people’s faces for different species? (all this stuff is pretty much the essence of Star Trek)

Like, I would rather have a brilliant, new, well thought out Star Trek show with terrible to no effects than 10 episodes of just boring but amazing looking CGI. Let the people have glue on their faces!!! And I know in the end to compete with other shows to bring in new viewers they are going to keep on giving out 5 episode series and movies with brilliant effects, but in the end, it’ll just ruin the franchise entirely, and it’ll eventually be destroyed and discarded, or just forced to keep on pushing out movies and reboots that nobody asked for. :(

(Note: you could also apply this to pretty much any franchise right now. 🫠)

[fratercrucis]

I get a boner every time jared padalecki transitions from sam to gadreel to sam

[favoriteblogonthecitadel]

Do any of my Mass Effect peeps have headcanons about what alien languages actually sound like? Without translators?

[canisalbus]

The way you draw bodies, especially the way you draw hands, is so genuine. It's so nice to look at because it looks so natural, graceful even. The body language and expressions of your characters say so much without them having to say anything at all, it's masterful work.

Thank you! Body language and believably expressive hand gestures are really high on my list of priorities and I put a lot of effort in trying to get them right. So it's really encouraging to hear people notice them!

[thewitchoftheweed]

does the sound designer who came up with the reaper BWAAAA know how hard they went off with that.

the ONLY reason I would ever see a Mass Effect movie in theatres would be to hear that in shit in IMAX

[makegentlethelife]

I love when he veers off from his written speech and just speaks off the cuff and straight from his heart. Here Bobby tells how, during his trip to Poland, government officials were furious at him for going out to the marketplace and mingling with the people.

Full video is on PIASA Archives’ youtube.

[fictionadventurer]

There's nothing like the audiobook experience of driving down the road going into hysterics over a 150-year-old novel.

[captainmagpie-risha]

WIP whenever bc i'm always late anyway

Hi !! I was tagged by @sugar-peanut-cat and @nevarrantorte 🥰

I worked on my Cullavellan longfic during the past week AND a bit on a hurt/comfort prompt with Davrin and Kallian (my HoF-Rook) ! The latter is below the cut because of heavy non graphic content.

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Please bear in mind English is not my first language ❤ Original in French below the cut for those interested ; i translated without altering the sentences so some of them may not be super natural to read.

Cullennera longfic ; news about the Lavellan clan reached Skyhold before their departure to Crestwood and Ennera is grieving. She just went out of her bedroom ; Cassandra was wainting (im)patiently in the corridor to speak to her.

Rough EN translation

“Sister Leliana informed us. As well as Master Thetras. How…” “I’m fine,” Ennara cuts her off, her voice calm but dry. “Do not tell me you stood there the whole afternoon ?” “That is…” “You are not my bodyguard, and we have much work to do. I can survive one afternoon crying in my bedroom.” The Seeker tries to open her mouth but Ennera passes her, her hand up to instruct her to not respond. She only realizes how much she was seething when she finishes delivering these words. “Inquisitor.” Back turned to her friend who still hasn’t moved, the Inquisitor stops mid-way in the corridor, then accepts to turn around, a lump in her throat. “I am deeply sorry for your loss. When i lost Anthony…” Her cracking voice echoes distinctly in the silent aisle of the Skyhold Fortress. Even Cassandra’s eyes are misted by a sorrow she contains with dignity. “I wanted to burn the whole world and disappear under its ashes.” “Problem is, if i lose control, it is exactly what I risk to do,” Ennera hisses in return, surlier than she desires. “Let’s move on.” She presses her lips together in order to prevent another stinger, filled by shame. The Seeker does not seem to feel much hurt — surprise, certainly, but it does not last. Her sole response is to get closer and reach out for the little mage’s hand she then presses between her fingers. The warmth from the contact seems unbearable ; when Ennera considers evading it, Cassandra brings her hand to her lips while bowing, with a reverence so innate that it can only be familiar to her. “Inquisitor. I once refused to be relieved of my burden, but you do not have to carry yours alone.”

Original - FR

—Soeur Léliana nous a mis au courant. Ainsi que Maître Thetras. Comment… —Je vais bien, la coupe Ennera d’une voix calme, mais sèche. Ne me dites pas que vous êtes restée là toute l’après-midi ? —C’est-à-dire que… —Vous n’êtes pas mon garde du corps, et nous avons beaucoup à faire. Je devrais survivre à une après-midi à pleurer dans ma chambre. La Chercheuse cherche à ouvrir la bouche, mais Ennera la dépasse en levant la main pour lui intimer de ne pas répondre. Ce n’est que lorsqu’elle a fini de prononcer ces mots qu’elle comprend à quel point elle bouillonne. —Inquisitrice. Dos à son amie qui n’a toujours pas bougé, l’Inquisitrice s’arrête à mi-chemin du couloir, puis accepte enfin de se retourner, la gorge serrée. —Je suis navrée pour votre perte. Lorsque j’ai perdu Anthony… Le craquement de sa voix se fait distinctement entendre dans l’aile silencieuse de Fort Céleste. Même les yeux de Cassandra brillent d’une peine qu’elle contient, digne. —J’avais envie de brûler le monde entier et de disparaître sous ses cendres. —Le problème, c’est que si je ne me maîtrise pas, c’est exactement ce que je risque de faire, siffle Ennera en retour, plus hargneuse qu’elle ne le désirait. Passons à autre chose. Elle compresse ses lèvres l’une contre l’autre pour s’éviter une nouvelle réplique assassine, honteuse. La Chercheuse ne semble pas plus heurtée que cela — surprise, certainement, mais cela ne dure pas. Elle s’approche et va chercher la main de la petite mage pour la serrer entre les siennes. Le contact lui paraît insoutenable ; lorsqu’elle songe à s’y soustraire, Cassandra la porte à ses lèvres en s’inclinant, dans un geste de révérence si naturel qu’il ne peut que lui être familier. —Inquisitrice. J’ai jadis refusé que l’on m’aide à porter mon fardeau, mais vous n’avez pas à porter le vôtre seule.

And for the Davllian hurt&comfort prompt. Kallian had a nightmare and woke up in panic next to Davrin. DA:V pré-Act 3, already established situationrelationship. This one will be shorter so, if it's not too bad, i can translate it entirely one day ! (Will probably rephrase some things tho.)

TW Heavy content ; nightmare about past abuse, non graphic.

EN - rough translation

The sensation remains stuck to her even once she has emerged. In her throat, her breath chokes itself, raspy and sharp. She feels crushed glass running underneath her skin like so many putrid insects, scratching and scratching so much she wants to rip it off. Here on her neck, impaled fangs; there on her legs, that she kicks to scare off the ghosts holding her; and-… The tremor shakes her so violently her muscles hurt. Something moves next to her; Davrin comes to her slowly, touches her unreal hand, and then speaks. His words seem distant behind all the noise in her head and with her heart pounding in her ears. Soon, she realizes she’s at the Lighthouse. Assan, who apparently already joined them on the bed, cuddles her, pushing her enough to make her accept, without thinking much, to lean against the other warden. The feathers against her feverish skin; Davrin’s firm hand, just laying there, below the nape of her neck, without holding her. Her sobbing breath slowly calms down, mirroring his, while she places her cheek on his warm chest. As an anchor, the thumb on her neck traces small circles there. It takes a few more minutes for her to realize he’s rocking her, right up against him, while humming quietly. The gleam of the end of the day—so slow to change in the Fade—draws some bright shapes on the monsterhunter’s face and nose, that Kallian observes from below her swollen lids and lashes saturated with tears. She suddenly dreams of soaking her numb fingers in this golden sun, to feel something more than this lingering cold. However, even the sun is cold in the Fade ; a splendid shining light that warms no soul. “Everything’s alright.” Dav whispers, pressing his nose on her temple, his breathing warm and alive. “I’m here. Breathe.” It’s probably not the first time he uses these very same words, tonight, but it’s only now she manages to understand their meaning. There is no human-faced demon lurking in the lit room; only sculptures and bones maybe a tad seedy, but it will do her no harm. Assan, against her side. Davrin, close to her. Kallian finally feels able to nod.

Original - FR

La sensation reste collée à elle même une fois qu’elle a émergé. Dans sa gorge, son souffle s’étrangle lui-même, râpeux et tranchant. Elle sent le verre pilé qui court sous sa peau comme autant d’insectes nauséabonds, qui grattent et grattent jusqu’à lui donner envie de l’arracher. Là sur son cou, des crocs plantés ; ici sur ses jambes, qu’elle secoue pour faire fuir les fantômes qui la retiennent ; et-… Les tremblements qui la secouent sont si violents que ses muscles lui font mal. À côté, on bouge ; Davrin se rapproche lentement, touche sa main irréelle, et il parle. Ses mots semblent lointains derrière le brouhaha dans sa tête et son coeur qui tambourine à ses oreilles. Bientôt, elle comprend qu’elle est au Phare. Assan, qui les avait visiblement déjà rejoints sur le lit, se blottit contre elle en la poussant suffisamment pour qu’elle accepte, sans trop réfléchir, de s’appuyer sur l’autre garde. Les plumes contre sa peau fiévreuse et la main ferme de Davrin, juste posée là, en-dessous de sa nuque, sans la tenir ; sa respiration hoquetante se calme lentement, se calquant sur la sienne, alors qu’elle pose sa joue contre sa poitrine chaude. Comme une ancre, le pouce sur sa nuque y trace de petits cercles. Il lui faut plusieurs minutes supplémentaires pour remarquer qu’il la berce, tout contre lui, en chantonnant à voix basse. La lueur de fin du jour — si lente à évoluer, dans l’Immatériel — découpe des formes lumineuses sur le visage et le nez du chasseur de monstres, que Kallian observe derrière ses paupières gonflées et ses cils gorgés de larmes. Elle rêve soudain de pouvoir tremper ses doigts gourds dans ce soleil doré. Mais dans l’Immatériel, même le soleil est froid ; une lumière splendide qui éclaire, mais qui ne réchauffe pas une âme. —Tout va bien, chuchote Dav en appuyant son nez contre sa tempe, le souffle chaud et vivant. Je suis là. Respire. Ce n’est sûrement pas la première fois qu’il prononce ces mots, ce soir, mais ce n’est que maintenant qu’elle parvient à les comprendre. Il n’y a pas de démon à visage humain tapi dans la pièce éclairée ; seulement des sculptures et des ossements un peu glauques, mais qui ne lui feront pas de mal. Assan, contre son flanc. Davrin, tout contre elle. Kallian se sent enfin en mesure d’acquiescer.

[mihstar]

I'm very eager to see Abby's arc like in the games, but now that I'm thinking I kinda got bothered about that whole "code" thing she said in episode two. Like, she yapped about "uh hey there's very good moral code that we don't get to kill people if they can't defend themselves" and "some things are wrong" yeah like her dad didn't wanted to cut a unconscious child's brain off without the child's consent. Abby I feel you you girl but now you're making it difficult to understand you🫠

[ranticore]

working on my boiled ham again

i started a little bit of writing about him the other night so that's the reason for all the art. also he is more fun to draw than other stuff rn

smiling is not in a manticore's repertoire. this best attempt comes accompanied by angery ears because he didn't wanna try, but ambrose says it's best not to scare the townsfolk they're supposed to be protecting. so smile, twist

[ladyofthebookcase]

i don't know fuck or shit about limbus status effects other than bleed and i refuse to learn. rupture? potency? offence level down? stack damage? sinking? meta? these terms are meaningless to me. my number one strategy is simply Spam Highest Attack Damage Number Until Enemy Is Dead and so far it's working wonderfully for me. the only "stat" i care about "changing" is changing the enemy's HP stat to zero as fast as possible.

[somelittleplacebetweenthestars]

i’m not a fan artist but when inspiration strikes it strikes! heavily inspired by @minkidoodles ‘s piece of the same moment