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I'm somewhat useless and don't know what to say.

[purpleasters-inseptember]

Rolan

[wetsocksinbed]

Baldurs Gate 3 is so wild when you realise how vastly different the game is depending on if you choose Tav or Dark Urge

Dark Urge Playthrough: you’re the child of Bhaal, but unlike the Bhaalspawn, you are created solely by Bhaal himself. The first true child of Bhaal. The daughter of one of your father’s previous Bhaalspawn turns on you, attacks you and tries to kill you. In your dying state, she infects you with a parasite so that you’ll die an incredibly humiliating death, and become her slave.

By some miracle you end up on the same nautiloud ship as a Sharron Cleric who happens to to be carrying a gith artefact that contains Baldur himself. Baldur, who was made a mind flayer and is now calling himself the Emperor, realises there’s an incredibly powerful Bhaalspawn on the ship, and that he can use them to his advantage. The power you have will help him destroy Gortash. Of course he picks you, it makes so much sense.

On your way to Baldurs Gate you find out through an unsent letter that you used to be into Gortash. When you get to Baldurs Gate, the man you used to fuck turns out to be an absolute loser and with horror you realise he is still into you. It’s okay though, he’s very easy to kill.

You end up facing off against Orin, your niece, and kill her. Your father appears to you and offers you the chance to become his Slayer. On the high chance you turn him down, he murders you in front of your loved ones, and leaves you to rot.

Then Jergal, the actual Lord of the End of Everything, the original God of Death, who was the very being that turned you father into a God all that time ago, who’s been in your camp for weeks pretending to be this undead scribe called Withers, appears next to your corpse and brings you back to life, basically adopts you, states that he will protect you from Bhaal, and announces that as long as he lives, you will never die. You’re essentially immortal.

Tav Playthrough: you’re a random nobody that was unlucky enough to get kidnapped by Mind Flayers. The Emperor must pick one of the many idiots on the ship to be his pawn. He sees Tav and thinks “ugh, yeah this one will do”.

[sirfrogsworth]

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help. He went to guidance counselors for help. He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So... no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

[injuries-in-dust]

It's me. I'm the friend.

I have felt a certain way ever since my sense of self really started to develop. I slowly realised as I got older that my ways of acting, thinking and feeling were not the same as the boys around me.

I didn't know why. I just knew I was.

I didn't have any context to give me any wider understanding. It's not like this knowledge would magically pop into our heads. It has to come from somewhere. Friends, family, even the media we absorb, give us knowledge and understanding of the wider world.

Around the time period you're taking about it was hard enough to get the media to admit gay people existed, unless they were the butt of the joke.

So I had nothing to tell me that trans people existed. I had nothing that would explain to me these thoughts and feelings I was living with and instead I just had to learn to live with myself. I had mixed success in that regard.

There were plenty of times when I was, like, seven or eight years old and found myself thinking things like "maybe it would be better if I were born a girl." Because I knew enough to realise I wasn't the same as all the other boys around me. I thought different and felt differently.

I just never understood why.

It's only within the last decade, as more trans people have come out, as more information has become available, and as I have gained all this knowledge that I was finally able to see that there are others who have gone through similar experiences. People who went through the same struggles growing up and what that gave me was the knowledge and understanding to realise who I am.

This information didn't turn me trans, it helped me to realise I always was trans.

And if I, as a child, had access to that same knowledge I do today, I would have figured myself out thirty years ago.

Knowledge just gives people the ability to put their thoughts and feelings into a correct context.

[isopale]

No one's going to see this so it really won't matter but I both fit and don't fit this.

Growing up I was always the tomboy. I wanted the "boy toys" and things but rarely got them because I'm a girl. I hated it. I reme.ber saying many times I wish I was born a boy. One of my friends remembers it to. But aside from the regular rumor spreading around that I was lesbian nothing else really happened.

I can fight when I need to. The 2 birthdays i remember was my 6th being a pokemon themed, and 10th being YuGiOh themed. But the only reason I was allowed that was because my brother also liked those things so idk what my parents reasoning was.

Now tho? Nah. I'm happy as a girl, woman, what ever, I am me. I still love many of the "boy" things, my house is filled with dinosaurs and dragons and Pokemon and gaming consoles. I wear what ever fits me and makes me happy (or at least doesn't set off the body dysphoria), be it a dress and makeup or my husband's clothes.

After a lot of work I realized that I didn't want to be a boy, I wanted my brothers favoritism from my parents. Or just to be treated equal. I wasnt neglected but I was forced into a cookie cutter that I hated and resented. I cut all my hair off when I was 9 and had a (terrible) pixie cut for years after. I liked it when people mistook me for a boy, I didn't correct them, I didn't want to. I learned what trans was at some point I don't remember when. And I wanted that. Because maybe finally I could like what I like and do what I want without anyone saying "but you're a girl".

But things changed when I killed the voice in my head that said the same thing. When I had a job and a car I would buy "boy" things and I would hear it and feel guilty. "But you're a girl." But I like it and I want it. So I killed the voice eventually.

My kid is like me. But I won't be doing what my parents did. She loves dinosaurs and when she grows out of them mommy is keeping them haha. She loves dragons and bugs and snakes and dirt. But she also loves princesses and sparkly dresses and little high heels. I've fought with my mother over this a few times, finally after kiddo refusing to play with or pretend to like the "girly" things my mom would buy her she's coming around. She still doesn't like it but I won't let her push my daughter onto the same path I took.

I am me. Call me she, he, they, it doesn't matter how you perseve me, I know who I am and you can't break me. There's nothing anyone can say to me that I haven't already said to myself and believed. I'm not a great parent but she will be safe to grow into who she wants to be, she can have all the boy toys she wants and all the glitter I can afford.

So I fit and I don't.

[sailing-your-ships]

Reblog if you have used dude as a non gender specific term.

[disparition]

where I grew up in California not only is “dude” generally non-gender-specific, half of the time it doesn’t even refer to a person at all.

[annlarimer]

I said it to a faucet today. 

[simplyfx]

A customer once came to me to order a sandwich and said “I want this dude”

[noble-moon]

Dude is more than a word, it’s an emotion. 

[daniellewade]

dude is a way of life

[koilungfish]

Absolutely.

[isopale]

Dude is infinite and dude knows all

[bumblequinn]

YOUNG MAN

there's no need to look down, i said

YOUNG MAN

really, please don't look down, i said

YOUNG MAN

cast your gaze not upon

t h e d r e a d

R I F T

O F

C O S M I C

T E R R O R S

[robo-dino-puppy]

Check it out! horizon-armor is a gallery of all variations of all of HFW’s outfits - with/without headgear, in all currently available dyes.

For the best experience, look at it as a website from outside Tumblr (ie, not through the dash) on a computer. But if you just want to scroll through endless pics of Aloy in the same pose, feel free lol! I do still want to make the menus and layout better for mobile users, but it’s been a struggle just because I am not a web dev and I have limited time and brain power to muddle my way through it. If you’re a CSS wizard or know enough JavaScript to write or modify a menu that will be easy enough for me to copy & paste into a Tumblr theme and want to help me out, please (please 🥺) contact me.

I’m still working on replacing images for the Burning Shores outfits/dyes so that they match the other images, so keep that in mind if you plan to reblog stuff, but everything should be up there for browsing. As always, don’t hesitate to let me know if anything is wrong!

Stay safe out there in the wilds, hunters!

[ollielephant]

[cumonthevoid]

none pizza with left beef

[the-chocolate-chip-pancake-blog]

It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef

[babymarkers]

ive missed you

[keepcalmandcarriefischer]

Posted Oct 9, 2012

[deadspacedame]

I just noticed rewatching my play that Erend's hand comes out to brace Aloy so she doesn't hit the wall. God I love him so much

[leftnipsdoodles]

I'm begging for more Drakka

YOUR WISH, MY COMMAND!!

[galoogamelady]

I am rattling the bars of my cage aggressively

[isopale]

I am salivating AM.FERAL.

[galoogamelady]

Your art is so beautiful!! I love how expressive you make everyone, Kotallo and Drakka especially ❤️ and I’m asking because I simply must know, does Alva ever get Kotallo back or eventually grow to dodge his pats?

I'd like to think that she'll see them coming eventually. Some of them, anyway.

[isopale]

I'm screaming 😂 help

[stefansalfatore]

sentence prompts

“What if I say no?”

“Get out.”

“I dreamed of you last night.”

“I don’t know if you noticed… but we’re in a party”

“You can dance with me… if you want!”

“DON’T LOOK!!”

“I think people hug at this point.”

“I’ll take you.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“Would you stop that?!”

“I loved you.”

“Yeah I was there.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“You lied to me.”

“Maybe you didn’t love me after all.”

“Take my hand.”

“SO… you think I’m hot?”

“What are you doing?””Hiding.”

“Let’s run. Together.”

“Wow! you’re good at this!”

“I think we should stop seeing each other.”

“You have a picture of me? On your fridge?” 

“Do I know you?”

“I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!”

“Did I just say that?”

“Breathe, okay? Just breathe.”

“Stand behind me.”

“But I don’t want to leave.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“DON’T PRetend with me!!”

“I saw you, right there.”

“I-I just wanted to say that I uh, I missed you.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You look… okay. I MEAN-”

“I knew I’d find you here.”

“You still remember?”

“I guess I just wanted to know if you missed me.”

“All I needed was my friend.”

“I like your new place.”

“You left!”

“Do you know any jokes?”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Do I even wanna know?!”

“Take me home… please?”

“Hey just be cool.”

“You have pretty hands.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s about to rain, get inside.”

“So… friends?”

“I’m his/her best friend.”

“I got you, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

“We can leave, you know?”

“Did I interrupt something?”

“I’m trying, okay?”

“OH MY GOD YOUR EYES!!!”

“Why didn’t you ask me instead?”

“Sing to me.”

“What’s my prize?”

“I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“You’re so cute!!!”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“And then you laughed.”

“I didn’t know where to go to.”

“I was having a nightmare.” 

“I know this song.”

“I need someone to hear me.”

[hodlmyvodka]

A Russian prankster glued a massive portrait of President Vladimir Putin to the inside of a residential elevator. He then placed a camera in the elevator to record people’s reactions.

[liegood]

How I wish you guys understood Russian these translations aren’t giving us the accurate description this is hilarious I cant 😂

[systlin]

I love every single one of these people.

[neuro-undetermined]

My favorite part is how no one wants to stand directly in front of it.

[injuries-in-dust]

I now have hope for the Russian people.

Not their government. Just their people.

Putin is a dictator.

Russia is supposed to have a president, but Putin was made “prime minister”

ie “not the president but acting with all the same power of the president: in 1999.

Putin was made president after that in 2000, and he has found ways to hold onto that power ever since by finding loopholes in the law that mean he has the power but others have the title.

Example: for 2008-2012 Dmitry Medvedev may have been officially in charge as president, even a layman saw that Putin was running things as Pime Minister.

Then Putin was president again and it now changing the Russian constitution so that there is no limit to his presidency.

We gotta be careful or Trump isngoing to start taking notes.

[isopale]

Why did they all look behind the frame? Looking for cameras?

[mintyys]

hi, i love ur hair (◡‿◡✿)  ➵ sebastian stan {re-do}

[isopale]

No one should have the ability to go from "sweet boy energy" to "your name is what I choose to call you"

[bunjywunjy]

I've gotten really sick of cleaning mug rings off my desk so I was looking around for coasters with a weird enough energy to stand up to the overwhelming feral strangeness of the Monkey Mug and by golly I think I found some

[isopale]

Can we see the monkey mug in question?

[bunjywunjy]

since you asked so nice

[isopale]

[bunjywunjy]

I've gotten really sick of cleaning mug rings off my desk so I was looking around for coasters with a weird enough energy to stand up to the overwhelming feral strangeness of the Monkey Mug and by golly I think I found some

[isopale]

Can we see the monkey mug in question?

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Yeah.. My hubs will rest his right ankle on his left knee for hours playing video games and be like "I think something is wrong" while I'm gesturing to his legs like you think? Move your damn legs!

Men are stupid sometimes.

[isopale]

Only sometimes?

[covered-byroses]

The Demon’s Playbook ~ Part 1

Demon!Dean x Reader

1,285 Words

Summary: Manipulation is every demon’s tactic. You really should have known better.

Warnings: Frightening Situations, Mindfuck

A/N: Part 1 of @pisces-cutie​‘s birthday gift ;-). Next part will have trigger warnings, so please proceed with caution.

My Masterlist

Feedback is Everything 🖤🖤🖤

“You don’t have to stay in here, you know,” Sam says, eyes soft; concerned. “He’s not going anywhere.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna leave,” Dean says behind you, and you can hear that icy grin wrapped around the deep baritone of his voice. Your breath catches, but you quickly recover.

“I know,” you smile, forced as it is. “Just…” You curl your arms around yourself, always so chilly down here - though you know the dungeon’s temperature has nothing to do with the cold flickering down your spine. You drop your voice down to a whisper. “Just makes me feel better to see him, to - to know. Y’know?”

Sam smiles tight, lips a pale pink line. “Be careful.” He gives your shoulder a firm squeeze.

“Always,” you manage, and then he’s gone. The grating sound of the heavy door closing makes you shudder, and then a stiff blanket of silence falls over the dank, gray prison.

“Just you’n me, huh?” The demon rumbles, and the grit of it makes your skin tight. “Fun.”

Keep reading

[isopale]