Knights of the Round Table (1953) | More clips at Arthuriana Daily
Please, ladies, gentlemen and chaos alive (non binary), take your weapons and chose your victim. The victim must be specifically Julius Caesar or Donald Trump.
Please reblog to make sure everyone is equipped!
╰ Sighing
Not just “he sighed.” That’s lazy. Give us the why behind the air. Is it the kind of sigh that deflates their whole chest, like they’ve been holding the world on their lungs? Or one sharp exhale through the nose, all frustration and fed-up energy? Maybe it’s quiet—barely audible. Maybe they don’t even realize they’re doing it. But the room shifts a little when they do. Sighs can mean “I give up,” or “finally,” or “not this sh*t again.” Just depends on what’s dragging at their ribs.
╰ Shivering
This isn’t just about cold. A character can shiver in a warm room if they’re scared enough. Maybe their skin prickles before it starts, like tiny goosebumps racing up their arms. Maybe it hits in a full-body tremble, their breath catching like something primal in them just screamed “danger.” Or maybe it’s subtle, like a soft internal quake they’re trying not to show. It’s the kind of movement that betrays the truth they won’t say out loud.
╰ Trembling Hands
Shaking hands are so intimate. They’re not dramatic—they’re revealing. It’s the way their fingers fumble to light a cigarette. The way they have to tuck their hands under their thighs so no one sees. Maybe they keep reaching for the glass but can’t quite get a grip. Or maybe they do grip and the tremor runs through the whole glass like a warning. It’s not about the shake. It’s about the fact they wish they weren’t shaking at all.
╰ Clenching Fists
This one? Its tension incarnate. And it doesn’t always mean someone’s about to punch something. Sometimes they ball their fists just to keep from crying. Or because they’re trying so hard not to say something they’ll regret. Look for the subtleties: white knuckles, nails digging into palms, fists flexing open and closed like they’re trying to wring out emotion. It’s control. Rage. Determination. Or the act of stuffing all that inside a cage of fingers.
╰ Biting Nails
It’s more than “they’re nervous.” It’s compulsion. Habit. A survival tic. They might not even realize they’re doing it—just fingers to mouth, chewing down without looking, like their body’s trying to chew through the waiting. Maybe their nails are ragged. Maybe they flinch when they bite too deep. Maybe it’s the sound, the soft click of teeth and nail in a dead-silent room. It’s vulnerability dressed up as fidgeting.
╰ Tapping Fingers
This is the soundtrack of a restless mind. Is the rhythm sharp? Fast? Jittery? Are they tapping with one finger like a countdown—or all five, like a rainstorm on the table? They might not even notice. But other people do. Someone asks them to stop, and they bristle. Or they stop mid-tap when someone says the wrong thing, and that silence? That silence is loud. Tapping fingers are rarely idle. They’re keeping time with the character’s thoughts.
╰ Pacing
Pacing isn’t just walking back and forth—it’s the body trying to outrun a thought. They stand. They sit. They stand again. They move because stillness feels like being buried alive. Maybe their footsteps are soft, barefoot across carpet. Or hard-soled and echoing through a hallway like a threat. Maybe they walk a perfect loop, over and over. Maybe it’s erratic, jerking toward the door, away, toward again. Their mind is spinning, and their body’s just trying to keep up.
╰ Slumping Shoulders
This isn’t just a posture change—it’s the moment the weight wins. Shoulders that sag say “I lost.” Or “I’m done.” Or “Please don’t ask me to care anymore.” Maybe they slump in a chair and stare at the floor. Maybe they’re standing, but something in them folds anyway. Their spine’s still straight, but their shoulders fall like scaffolding giving way.
╰ Tilting Head
Simple movement—loaded meaning. They tilt their head when someone says something that doesn’t quite click. Or when they’re trying to listen harder, like angling their body will help them hear the truth under the words. Maybe the tilt is sharp and skeptical, like “You sure about that?” Or soft and curious, like “I’m trying to understand.” Or just a little too slow, too drawn out—like a predator sizing up prey. It’s instinctual. And it always means they’re paying attention.
╰ Rubbing Temples
This one screams I’m trying to hold it together. It might be frustration. Migraine. Bone-deep exhaustion. They press fingers to their temples like they’re physically trying to squash the problem before it leaks further into their head. Maybe their fingers circle gently, trying to soothe themselves. Maybe it’s two fingers, firm pressure, eyes closed, jaw clenched. It’s the gesture of someone whose brain won’t shut up—and whose body knows it.
Continuation from the last post. See? Totally just sleeping :)
Don't know If this works but, It's worth the shot.
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
Ooh i love those! (We clearly have a hyper fixation on snakes and tattoos here, don't we, Tavo?) Anyways, Thanks for the tag @lancedoncrimsonwings! Tagging @warlocklawyer666 @dinogod @moyavince and ANYONE who wants to participate!
Four photos on my camera roll that aren't selfies
First one is obviously my princess, my queen, my baby, my royalty, my goddess and sweetness, thing i would kill and die for no matter If mortal or devine. My precious dog, Kaya.
Second is a photo of the table after an afternoon coffee with my cousins at home and we had already finished eating everything.
Third is a bush with a flower that I found beautiful at my cousin's house. (Yes, I spend a lot of time at my cousin's house, so what? He's my favorite.)
And fourth is simply the most beautiful cloudy sunrise I have ever seen in my life. And if I'm not mistaken the photo was taken one day after I made my altar to Apollo. I LOVED this photo and it's simply my favorite so far.
Tagged by @whoiisshe to share four photos from my phone that are not selfies.
Thank youu 💌
i tag: @mo-tsvetkov @mondo-grosso @nismo-na-filmu-zaboga @led-sam-a-gorim2 @i-sta-cemo-sad @t-d-m-e-b @tiha-odiseja @classical-vanity @cudimsejatebi @adisharoney @g-gor
The last show I watched (Rewatched acutally) was Cursed... This takes place in a war-
I made another one and added some 'details' in pen. And I thought you might like to see it.
I did some of Squirrel as, well, a squirrel, too. But those are for tomorrow.
And i do not wanna do this same post twice so I'm tagging you again @gwalch-mei
Well ladies and gentleman, i fear everything i have to offer you - for now - is this really simple drawing of silly bear Gawain in his green knight's helmet. But literally.
And here's him whitout the helmet. The picture is linda bad, sorry.
@lancedoncrimsonwings
@gwalch-mei i don't know but my head is telling me you would like this for some reason
Continuing on if you have lmao
May 1. "Don't leave me here."
May 2. Major character death
May 3. Shattered trust
May 4. Bleeding out
May 5. "I can't feel my hands."
May 6. Buried alive
May 7. Feverish and delusional
May 8. Shackled
May 9. Wrong place, wrong time
May 10. "You don’t remember me, do you?"
May 11. Cursed to suffer
May 12. Dragged back
May 13. Choking on blood
May 14. Paranoia setting in
May 15. "Please, just kill me."
May 16. Held at knifepoint
May 17. Left behind
May 18. Possessed
May 19. "I swear it wasn't me."
May 20. Overworked and collapsing
May 21. Stabbed in the back
May 22. Trapped with them
May 23. No way out
May 24. "You were never supposed to find out."
May 25. Drugged and defenseless
May 26. Branding iron
May 27. Forced into silence
May 28. Tied to the altar
May 29. Haunting whispers
May 30. "This isn't real."
May 31. Escape... or not?
Alt 1. Crawling to safety
Alt 2. No anesthesia
Alt 3. Drenched in something awful
Alt 4. The sound of chains
Alt 5. Shoved into a tight space
Alt 6. A wound that won’t heal
Alt 7. Gasping for breath
Alt 8. Marked for death
Alt 9. Waking up somewhere unfamiliar
Alt 10. "It’s already too late."
" ...I think hunting a man for sport would fix me."
"You say the most worrying things."
"Whaaat?"
"You just stared at me for a solid five minutes without blinking and then said that."
"I reckon it would, though."
"Nothing could fix you."
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