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Augh, I can’t believe I’ve been sitting on this drawing forever! Shortly after @pigy152 ‘s ask came into our inbox, I drew Galerna doing her thing at the wedding :) I hope it was lovely!

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bitchesofbagrule

My DnD character, Vilma, is getting married to a prince in a couple weeks. (Vilma is a lot like Wiven in personality) For some reason I imagine that if Vilma had the chance, she would have hired the Bitches of Bagrule to play at her wedding XD. Just wanted to say how awesome you all are and how much I enjoy the stories you guys share with us!

friend who lives hundreds of miles away: i made food

me: can i have some

sndwave

the funniest thing in the entire pirates of the caribbean series is definitely that one scene in At World’s End where they have parlay but davy jones is part of it, and rather than have him stand in the shallows or something they get a big bucket of water and have in stand on it on shore

who thought of that idea? who thought “put davy jones in a bucket of water” and had the guts to suggest it aloud? and then who went “hey that sounds like a great idea!”

at some point someone told davy jones their idea was for him to stand in a bucket of water and he agreed to it

sndwave

*stands majestically in a bucket*

stemmmm

ok but notice the trail of buckets behind him meaning he walked from the ocean through three other buckets of water before he got into the one hes standing in

prokopetz

It’s even funnier when you consider how he must have figured all this out in the first place.

Some folks are asking “well, if he can avoid the no-dry-land curse simply by standing in a bucket, doesn’t that ruin his whole motivation?”, but he’s not on dry land here.

The parley takes place on a sandbar - which, for the unfamiliar, is a temporary “island” of sand deposited by breaking waves, unconnected with the shore, that spends most of its time submerged, being exposed only at low tide.

What Jones is doing here is rules-lawyering his curse. Can you imagine the trial and error he must have gone through in order to determine that this would actually work?

“Okay, do islands count as dry land? How about parts of the shore below the high tide mark? Reefs? Shoals? What if I stand in a pool of water on a shoal? Does it have to be seawater, or will any water do? Does it have to be a natural tidepool, or can it be something artificial, like a bucket?”

What I am saying is that there must have been a process.

stumblngrumbl

Pretty sure that this implies that the reverse - a bucket of sand, floating on the water (big bucket with just a bit of sand), would qualify as dry land. That’s absurd, so I’m pretty sure that his lawyer pulled a fast one over the curse governor.

prokopetz

It may be absurd, but the text of the film bears it out. Davy Jones can sense the presence of his heart while it’s at sea, but not while it’s on land (indeed, that’s why he buried it on land in the first place: to break his connection with it) - yet placing the heart in a simple jar of dirt conceals it from Jones’ awareness just as surely as burial on land does, even if the jar is on a boat at the time. Suitably prepared vessels filled with dirt absolutely count as dry land for the purpose of Jones’ curse.

silver-tongues-blog

Then the reverse should also be true. If he buried it in a jar of water, no matter how far inland it is, he would be able to sense it. So by this logic, any container of seawater counts as not dry land, ergo, the bucket is a perfectly viable loophole.

prokopetz

Not necessarily. It’s traditionally a lot easier to accidentally get whammied by a curse than it is to weasel around it - I figure that’s why he’s using multiple layers of indirection here. He’s forbidden to set foot on dry land, but it’s technically not dry land (it’s a sandbar, a non-permanent landform exposed only at low tide) and he technically didn’t set foot on it (he’s standing in a bucket of water). It’s entirely possible that either one of those things alone wouldn’t make the grade.

officialharshnoise

okay but this all raises one further, very important question: if it’s specifically “dry land” he’s forbidden from, what about wetlands. can Davy Jones fight you in salt marshes? can he throw down in a peat bog?Swamp Battle?

musicalhell

This is the quality content I come to Tumblr for.

karometeenk

could he step on land if his shoes are wet?

spontaneousparkour

@theconfusionist this is your shit.

theconfusionist-deactivated2017

I honestly think all the bases have been covered here.

matt-the-blind-cinnamon-roll

Goddamn I love this website sometimes

captainsnoop-deactivated2020041

one thing i hate in horror movies or games is whenever there’s a situation that’s like “we GOTTA get OUTTA this HOUSE” nobody ever picks up like, a lamp or a heavy book and just breaks a fucking window

like in RE7 for example, in order to get outside you gotta find three dog head statues and solve a stupid puzzle to unlock a door

but there’s like, windows everywhere

and ethan has a gun

just fucking shoot a window and go outside

or throw your gun at the window. guns are heavy, it’ll break the window.

captainsnoop-deactivated2020041

you know whats more dangerous than a window?

hillbilly puzzle murder mutants

sideeffectsofwatchingdoctorwho

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fucktheflagandfuckyou

So it’s the first day of college and there are people handing out bibles everywhere

dabsquat

let me tell you a story

i picked philosphy as minor this semester and there are several “soon to be priests” who need to study philosophy before theology. to make it ven funnier it’s only me and other 5 women, all the other 40 are men priests.

on a rainy thursday (would you look at that coincidence) i got my pagan ass to class (heh) and i noticed some of them gave me weird looks because of my mjöllnir and my “””in your face””” pagan tshirt, so they started asking me why i was defying cristians with those accessories, in a catholic university and being probably baptized as christian when a baby.

i just let them talk and heard a lot about how wrong i was converting to an “unexistent” and “primitive” religion when i shit you not a thunder hit the building next to ours and almost got everyone deaf. i got startled but i tried to keep my cool to scare them off and i said in my morgan freeman sort of voice “don’t you call my gods false”.

they literally run away to the sight of me now.

fucktheflagandfuckyou

Thank you for your continuation to my post it’s the best one yet

anarchetypalarchive

so i’m riding the elevator up to my apartment when the emergency phone in the elevator starts ringing

and i just stand there for a second because this thing is like thirty years old and has never rung or even been used from what i know

but eventually i answer it thinking maybe something’s wrong with the elevator?? it’s an emergency phone it’s probably an emergency??? i dunno

except i shit you not it’s a telemarketer

a telemarketer that’s as confused as i am when i finally interrupt him mid-spiel to inform him he has the wrong number and then interrupt him again to explain further that “uh, no, seriously, this is an elevator phone. i’m standing in an elevator. talking to you. on the emergency phone. i really think you got the wrong number”

“oh,” says telemarketer guy.

“yeah,” i say.

there’s some mutually-confused silence.

“so, this is my stop,” i say. “i gotta go.”

“oh,” says telemarketer guy.

“good luck,” i add, because telemarketer guy seems like he’s having an existential crisis. and then i hang up on him, because he’s having an existential crisis and won’t actually end the call, and because again i’m talking on an elevator emergency phone and, you know, this is my stop, i gotta go.

beeshibe

my mom just came to me and ranted about how everyone is making this facebook status that says, “raising teenagers is like nailing jello to a tree”. she was so baffled by this because she said, “you were pretty easy to raise as teenagers. all you did was sleep and eat.”

so to prove some point she’s going to nail a small cup of jello to a tree.

beeshibe

she’s so pleased with her self

incredible

parents are weird

voidbat

yeah but this is about as accurate as it gets.

you say “nail jello to a tree” and most people think jello all by itself.

but if you put any actual thought into what you’re doing and then give it just a little support

well gosh. look what happens.

please tell your mom good job.

w0wls

Cover your kids in plastic and watch them flourish

thepigeongazette

‘murica!!!! Happy (early) 4th of July :)

P.S.: I know Gordon Ramsay’s Scottish, it’s just that he’s so ubiquitous now in American cooking competitions. Also not trying to downplay his international culinary achievements!

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yourplayersaidwhat

This is pretty old but...

During character creation me and a friend of mine (although we didn’t know eachother that well at the time) had trouble coming up with character names. I’ll call the friend L. This is old enough that it’s somewhat paraphrased.

DM: Do you want me to use a character name generator?

Us: Sure.

DM: Ok Isaac you get Zebulon Bean.

Me: *Laughs* What kinda name is Zebulon Bean?

DM: IDK. Ok and L you get… omg you got Rose Bean.

Me: OMG we’re siblings!

L: No! Twins!

She rolls low for IQ and agility but high for beauty. I roll the opposite.

L: I got the looks!

Me: But I got the brains!

Later

DM: What is your occupation? *Reads a list of options*

Me: Farmers.

DM: Ok, what kind of farmers?

L: WEED FARMERS

Me: YEAH!

DM: Sorry but I can’t allow drug references.

Me: “WHEAT” FARMERS

DM: Ok. You both start with a pound of “wheat.”

Later we agreed that the twins would be able to telepathically communicate and so we set up a skype chat so we could send messages without metagaming the rest of the party. However it ended up being this:

Just this

for like 10 pages.

Also:

DM: You walk toward the hut. You see a door.

Me: I kick the door down.

DM: You… what?

Me: I kick the door down.

DM: You aren’t even going to try opening it regularly?

Me: Nope. I kick the door down.

DM: Fine. You kick the door down, startling the poor innocent wizard inside. You know it was unlocked right?

Me: So?

So now neither Zebulon or Rose can enter a room without kicking the door down.

Later, we encounter a cave. The rest of the party is dealing with stuff outside

DM: You enter the cave. There’s a small path and a large opening. Both are dark. There is also some kind of orb in the center.

Me: I sneak down the small path.

DM: Ok. At the end you see it open into a larger area, it’s too dark to see anything, but gold is spilling out of it.

L: I touch the orb.

DM: The cavern lights up, revealing a big dragon facing you. Zebulon, the path you took has placed you behind the dragon.

Me: I use my grappling hook to hook onto the ceiling above the dragon but behind its head.

L: Oh hi Mr. Dragon.

Dragon: Who are you. What are you doing here? Are you alone.

L: *Manages to befriend the dragon and gain its trust by claiming she’s alone and I’m just stuck to the ceiling behind its head the whole time. We learn it’s trapped in its part of the room.*

Me: *Sneaks back out the pathway.*

Me: *Walks up* Oh hi Rose. Oh wow that’s a big dragon.

Dragon: Who are you? Did you hear anything?

Me: Ummmm…. Nooooooooooooo…….. Also I’m Zebulon. hi.