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D*ckhead Hackers
So if anyone has seen any posts from me about Ray Ban sunglasses, my account was hacked. I have since changed my password and deleted the posts. Please be aware it seems this hack has been getting around as I’ve seen a few other blogs with the same issue.
Had a dream last night. Me and a bunch of friends were secret operatives for *something*, didn't know what to start out. But I knew that we had the ability to turn certain doorways into portals (but only if the doorway was square so, lots of cabinets). All the portals would lead to an in between place that looked like an abandonned shopping mall/school. After running from the police on a boardwalk near a beach, we went through a portal into the in between place.
At the in between place, we realized we weren't the only team of operatives; there was at least a hundred of us all running through, we were the only ones who stopped. A guy approached us, I think he was our handler. He wore a suit and tie but I couldn't look up to see his face, I was eye level with his chest. He told us we had the highest success rate of all the teams, but we were the least secretive, so until they could think of a punishment we had to go on 'shore leave'. So instead of going through a portal, we just walked out of the mall.
The mall, along with what seemed like an entire huge city, was contained within an enormous warehouse, with windows on all sides and no door. I could see people walking outside them but only in silhouette. Looking at the windows, I realized something was off, and something was written in huge lettering across it. It said "SHE ISN'T GONE". Then when I looked again the writing was gone. One of my friends was convinced he had seen this before, and that we had to find another window with writing if we wanted to solve this mystery. So we ran through the city and looked at all the big windows. Some of them were for sale somehow since an auction was taking place (we were allowed to barge in since we were famous operatives here) but no writing was appearing. Then suddenly, we found a burned out vendor stall with the letter E written very small on the broken glass window, and I had a flashback.
The vendor cart once sold candy and little statues of animals, and had been painted bright yellow. When I walked up to it, the woman who ran it was arguing with a man in an all red suit who eventually stormed away. I really needed food and this was the cheapest place for it, but i still didn't have enough to buy the candy, and I told the woman I only had money coming in the next day. She just laughed and told me to keep the candy, pressed a dollar bill coated in black sparkly paint into my hand, and said I could take her on a date once I had money, to repay her. I was in love with her and her name was Bea.
Then I remembered why i was an operative. This warehouse was a secret society where people with odd powers could live safely. My friends, Bea, and me all lived here in relative obscurity. I don't know what my friends' powers were, nor my own, but I knew that Bea was supposed to have been immortal.
But she was murdered anyway, seven years prior. I wanted to find who killed her, so i became an operative.
And then I woke up.
The saying goes that sometimes bad things happen to good people; In this case two bad things happened to a great person. While awaiting a donor for a much needed kidney transplant and dealing with dialysis three days a week, Dave went in for a routine check of his heart. The tests showed that he...
Hey guys, my uncle is gonna be having surgery soon and could really use some financial help. Please if you have the resources to donate, please do, it’d really be appreciated. <3
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Yesterday afternoon my niece Jessie was in a serious car accident, she is currently in the hospital with many injuries and will need to have constant care and many prayers. Please help in anyway possible!!❤️ Below is the news4jax article JACKSONVILLE, Fla. - A Clay County teen was hospitalized...
Hey guys, could you spread this around please? My friend’s boyfriend’s sister was in a bad car accident, and her family is in need of money to pay for the medical bills. More details on the situation can be found on the gofundme page. If you guys can donate, please do, and if not, please take a moment and reblog this so others who can donate can see it.
I’m so mad because this worked
help me roger
Reblogging myself because
Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses
Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?
O_O
………my friend has made me curious
help me roger
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
These never work for me, but here’s to trying.
I don’t believe in these things
But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job
But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.
Roger is cute.
Eh Roger is cute I might as well
That fish is so happy it makes me happy.
I have no luck right now. Halp.
Why does this have so many notes
because its not one of your posts.
Roger is precious to me.
Just had a job interview, so I can use all the help I can get
This is a large quiz featuring characters from all seven Star Wars films (this quiz was made in 2016, shortly after the release of TFA).
Now updated to include Rogue One!
Now updated to include The Last Jedi!
im canceling this bc i got yoda
belayed Day 1 of Inktober. Used some random rolls and got, on the Post Apocalyptic List, the Warrior Girl. Might go back and color this at some point, and I know the first pic is kind of fuzzy, sorry. But yeah, on to the next
This is literally the most bomb-ass D&D story I’ve ever read in my life oh my god.
Holy shit ._.
Some RP sessions have better stories than actual fiction. I mean, goddamn.
For those having trouble reading the text:
We had a campaign in D&D where we assembled a steampunk-ish time machine. After many sessions travelling through time, uncovering mysteries and learning harsh lessons about changing history, we had to stop a time-travelling cult from destroying the gods, and therefore the world. We failed.
Our machine crashed, we were stranded earlier than we had ever been able to travel. We found the Gods, but only a few of them were present - it was as if some had never existed. Then we realised - we had to become those Gods. Our party was entirely divine (Cleric, Paladin, Avenger, Invoker), and each of us was a worshipper of a god who had been unmade - and we were the only people in existence with enough knowledge of the forgotten deities to assume their roles.
But two of the players were worshippers of Io (in his twin forms of Tiamat and Bahamut, who would of course form later after Io’s ‘death’), and only one could become Io. The other would have to be the un-created Asmodeus.
So the most just, honourable and dedicated Lawful Good paladin I’ve ever seen roleplayed became the god of tyranny and evil. If he hadn’t, the gods would never have defeated the primordials, and the world would never have been completed.
In our setting, Asmodeus is every bit the epitome of evil you would expect him to be. Nobody but the gods who abide his presence know him as otherwise. He adheres to his role because he knows he has to - and that in doing so, the world can exist. He can never tell anyone his duty, and no-one who knows can ever discuss it.
In the farthest recesses of the Nine Hells, in a chamber sealed tighter than any other in existence is a pocketwatch of finest gnome craft with a photo of his family in it - his wife, son, and little baby girl.
They were killed by an orc army marching under the orders and banner of Asmodeus. Their deaths are what drove him to become an adventurer.
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I could’ve sworn I reblogged this before, but it’s so moving…
Mage: I didn’t ask how big the room was, I said I cast fireball
#this is one hundred percent iconic
@nemesisvariant there's always one of these in the party
A story that may have relevance for others, or then again, maybe not:
When I was in college, about ten or so years ago, I was a history major. I wanted to learn to dance, so I joined a swing dance club on campus. To my surprise, this club had about twice as many men as women (in high school, the last time I’d tried dancing, the ratio had gone the other way–lots of girls, and boys only that you could drag by their ears).
But apparently, there had been some kind of word spread specifically to the STEM guys that dance was a way that they could meet girls.
So anyway. I joined the swing dance club, and met a few guys. And at one point, when socializing with the guys outside of dance class, one of them asked me what my research was on. (I had already established that I was an honors history student doing a thesis, just as he had established that he was an honors… I’m not sure if he was CS or Math, but it was one of those.)
So I gave him the thumbnail sketch of my research. Now, to be clear, an honors senior thesis, while nothing like what a graduate student would do, was still fairly in-depth. I had to translate primary sources from the original late-Classical Latin. (My professor said, basically, that while there were plenty of translations of my source material, that I’d only be able to comfortably trust them if I had at least made a stab at a translation of my own. And he was right.) And there was so much secondary material, often contradictory, that I had been carefully sorting through.
But I was able to sift it into a three-sentence summary of my senior thesis work, you know, as one does.
So I gave him that summary, and then asked–since he was also an undergraduate senior doing an honors thesis–what his research was on.
“Oh,” he said, “you wouldn’t understand it.”
Reader, I went home in a frothing rage. Because I had thought we were playing one game–a game of ‘let’s talk about what we’re passionate about!’– and he had been playing another game, which was, one-upsmanship. I had done my best to give a basically understandable brief of my research–and he had used that against me. As if my research, my painstaking translation, my digging through archives and ILLs of esoteric works, my reading of ten thousand articles in Speculum (yes, the pre-eminent medievalist journal in North America is called Speculum, I’m sorry, it’s hilarious/sad but also true), and then my effort to sum it up for him, was nothing. Because his research into some kind of algorithm or other was just too complex for my tiny brain to conceive of. Because I just couldn’t possibly understand his work.
Now, the important note here is that the person I went home to was my senior year roommate. She was a graduate student–normally undergrads and graduate students couldn’t be roommates, but we’d been friends for years, and the tenured faculty-in-residence used his powers for good and permitted us to be roommates that year. Anyway. My senior year roommate was basically… in retrospect I think possibly an avatar of Athena. She was six feet tall, blonde, attractive in a muscular athletic way, a rock climber and racquetball player, sweet but sharp, extremely socially awkward, exceptionally kind even when it cost her to be kind, and an incredibly brilliant computer science major who spent most of her time working on extremely complicated mathematical algorithms. (Yes, I was a little in love with her, why do you ask? But she was as straight as a length of rope, and is now happily married, and so am I, so it worked out.)
(Still, yes, she is my mental image of Athena, to this day.)
Anyway, I came home in a frothing rage to my roommate, the Athena avatar. And I said, “He made me feel like such an idiot, that I could sum up my research to him but his research was just too smart for stupid little me.”
And she shut her book, and smiled at me, with her dark eyes and her high cheekbones and her bright hair, and said, “If he can’t explain his research to you, then he’s not nearly as smart as he thinks he is.”
Now I hesitated, because I’d be in college long enough to have sort of bought into the ridiculous idea that if you couldn’t dazzle them with your brilliance, you should baffle them with your bullshit. But she said, “Look, I’ve been doing work on computer science algorithms that have significantly complicated mathematical underpinnings. What do I do?”
And I said, “Genetic algorithms–that is, self-optimizing algorithms–for prioritization, specifically for scheduling.”
“Right,” she said. “You couldn’t code them because you’re not a computer scientist or a mathematician. But you can understand what I do. If someone can’t explain it like that, it isn’t a problem with you as a person. It’s a problem with them. They either don’t understand it as well as they think they do–or they want to make you feel inferior. And neither is a positive thing.”
So. There.
If you are looking into something and have a question, and someone treats you like an idiot for not understanding right away… here is what I have to say: maybe it isn’t you who is the idiot.
ATTN: ALL COLLEGE STUDENTS EVERYWHERE PLS READ
HEED ATHENA AVATAR’S WORDS BBCAKES EVERYWHERE.
As an academic working in academia: this this this. Never buy into the elitist bullcrap of ‘oh, you wouldn’t understand.’ And never perpetuate that crap yourself, either out of pretension or even simple laziness. If you can’t explain it to a ten-year-old, go back and hit the books again cause you’re not there yet.
I literally always reblog this when it comes around. I was always made to ‘teach’ the subject back to my mum or dad (I was homeschooled) cause in their eyes ‘if you can’t teach it, you don’t understand it’
@nemesisvariant to u and any college friends cuz this is so important
Mark lays out all the details of where each ability falls within the color pie as of 2017.
Players have bugged me for years to write down what color all of the effects of Magic are in. Well, I finally did it. A must read for amateur Magic designers or anyone that loves the color pie.
HAV RECEIVE MANY A GUD WARE FROM FRIEND YEEN!
SEE, MUCH DERGUN! GUD FOR ROASTING OF THE MEETS!
MANY THANK FRIEND!
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all Bucky wanted to do was get some more tea and now this. Thanks a lot, Sam. You had to fuckin’ tell him, you ass.
Aggressively Progressive Steve Rogers is so what I’m here for.
STeve would unleash and be all “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WHOOPING COUGH SUCKS?! DO YOU?! DO YOU REALLY?! ARE YOU FUCKIN’ STUPID?! BUCKY, TELL THEM HOW I BROKE TWO RIBS! TELL THEM!”
Omg, new headcanon, Beleaguered Bucky Barnes being grabbed by the shoulders and practically lifted into camera view by Steve shouting about how Bucky needs to confirm some terrible illness because no one else is alive form that time to corroborate any of Steve’s claims. Bucky shyly telling the reporters that yes, Steve did indeed have that thing adn yeah it is dangerous and Steve jumping back into frame like “I told you! I TOLD YOU IT SUCKED SHUT UP JENNY MCCARTHY!”
“AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?! POLIO!”
“Steve you never had fucking polio-”
“YEA BUT IT STILL SUCKED! KNOW WHAT STOPPED IT?! VACCINES!”
“Oh my God, Steve.”
“I DIDN’T EVNENKNOW WHAT THAT SHOT WOULD DO TO ME BUT I TOOK IT!”
“Steve, that’s… That’s not really a good argument.”
“I DON’T CARE FOX NEWS NEEDS TO STOP USING MY IMAGE!”
“Steve, doll, calm down.”
“I VOTED FOR OBAMA!”
I love everything about this post
And all the while Sam is just laughing his fucking ass off and Bucky is wondering if he could just go take another nap for a few years.
Okay but imagine the savvy pediatrician who shyly sends Steve a message at Avengers Tower. She loves his message. Loves it. Wants to know if she can give her vaccinated kids a sticker of the shield because she wants other parents to subtly get the message, and of course what kid doesn’t love Cap? She’s no graphic artist, but she got a picture of the shield off the Internet …
… two weeks later, a box arrives at her office. It’s an order of shield stickers, very clearly actually produced by a graphic artist. Some of them sparkle, some are metallic, and some of them say “Protecting my friends by protecting me!” for the older kids who can appreciate the idiocy of the anti-vax movement.
There’s also a hand-written note with Pepper’s personal address at Avengers Tower listed on it: Contact us when you need more. No charge. Keep fighting the good fight.
They end up going on sale after the pediatrician’s colleagues see them and want to pass them out. Steve insists that any profit they might make should go to the March of Dimes. Tony and Pepper barely talk about it before they go “do you know how little it costs to produce stickers, Steve?” and decide to donate the entire sales cost. They’re not expensive to sell, either, but it adds up.
Vaccination rate goes up. Being an anti-vaxxer stops being trendy and starts being seen as living in the dark ages.
Steve Rogers, everyone.
It got better.
Much better.
This started out great and *kept getting better*.
@nemesisvariant this is amazing
Character Survey 3: Mundane Details
So, your character has been traveling with a party for a while. It seems only natural that they would learn little details about each other, but there may not be time for them to come up in-campaign. In such a case, share this survey with your fellow players! If you’d like to build more on your character, please check out Character Survey 1: Morals, Ethics and Aesthetics and Character Survey 2: Family Ties!
What is your character’s favorite type of food, or specific dishes that they love? Is there a reason behind their fondness?
Does your character favor a certain color? Are many of their clothes this color?
What is your character’s favorite instrument? Can they play it, or do they just enjoy listening?
What is your character’s favored weapon?
How does your character deal with having something on their mind? Do they show it, or get quiet? Do they talk about it? Are there any coping mechanisms they have that others may notice?
If your character is angry or aggravated with another character / party member, how do they deal with it?
What are your character’s pet peeves?
How long does it take for your character to confront or deal with something that is on their mind / a problem? If contingent on the type of problem, what are they more capable of handling?
Is your character affectionate? Whom does your character choose to share affection with?
If a fellow party member has a problem or concern, how (if at all) does your character deal with it? Do they try to help? Would it depend on the party member?
What are some habits that your character has? Do they have a morning or night time ritual?
Does your character have any unusual sleeping habits? How much do they sleep, where are they most comfortable? Do they snore? When given the option, are they an early or late riser?
How does your character behave when they are tired or exhausted?
Does your character have any quirks that others might notice? Speech patterns, or things that they tend to do?
How does your character’s constitution translate to their every day life? Do they tend to be prone to sniffles or are they generally sturdy? How quickly do they come back from major injury?
How does your character deal with being less than 100%?
How does your character deal with temperature? Do they run hot or cold?
Does your character have a preference between indoors or outdoors? Where do they seem more or less comfortable?
Does your character have various outfits for different situations, or do they tend to wear just one? Do they have any interchangeable pieces, or any odd clothing habits/quirks?
How does your character feel about their belongings? What condition are their belongings in? Do they have more belongings, or the bare minimum? Are they possessive or protective of their things?
What are your character’s hobbies? What do they do during their off-time? Do they have anything that aids them in these hobbies or skills?
What does your character bring to the party? Are they a skilled fighter? Are they good with intelligent pursuits or charismatic encounters?
How do they help set up camp?
What are some other ways your party is obviously benefited by your character’s presence?
What is your character’s relationship with money? What are their spending habits? How would your party perceive their relationship with money / accepting pay from others?
What is your character’s overall disposition when surrounded only by the party? Are they different around just one or two party members? If so, are these specific members, or rather that your character is more comfortable opening up around fewer people?
Does your character walk at a faster or slower pace? Does it depend on the setting or situation?
How does your character pass travel time?
Is there anything else that your party members might notice about your character?
These are awesome thank you very much! Reblogging for future use. @nemesisvariant you might appreciate these
just as a general announcement: I will never turn away questions abt what I’m currently writing. Like, character questions, plot questions, world-building questions… could be anything
yep. just a general announcement. not hinting at anything here at all
So how goes the story I was helping u with awhile ago?
Has anyone ever used the Force to just fuckin punch through somebody
As far as I know not canonically, anyway. But I do like the visualization, or for even more of a brutal takedown have them rip out some organs or something with the force. Make ur evil force users evil lol
