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the princess bride is exactly what a dnd campaign would look like as a movie like? the delightfully weird cast of characters with their own quirks, the strange pacing and narrative that still Works, the absolute absurdity of it all, the jumping back and forth between wanting to be serious and it being really funny, hell its even Told like a dnd story through the use of the grandfather being the one telling the story

what a fantastic fucking movie

lizardsister

also like the character backstories are SUCH dnd backgrounds like? “im out for revenge for my father who was killed by a guy with six fingers on one of his hands” “i bumped into a band of pirates and their leader liked me so much he ended up having me take on his title to retire”

that is the Exact shit that people come up with for dnd characters

lizardsister

DM: having narrowly escaped Humperdinck, you find yourselves in the dangerous Fire Swamps

Westley: do I know anything about this area? Any danger?

DM: roll a history check

Westley: 15

DM: you know of rumors of giant rats in the swamps, as well as quick sand

Westley: what do I know about the giant rats?

DM: roll nature

Westley: [nat 1] …… rodents of unusual size? I don’t think they exist

DM: hey what’s your passive perception-

sweetiepie08

DM: There is only one gate into the castle. Humperdink has posted 60 men in front of it. You need to get past them in order to stop the wedding and save Buttercup.

Westly: What are our assets?

DM: Your brains, Inigo’s steel, Fezzik’s strength and… *rolls* a wheelbarrow.

lizardsister

the princess bride is exactly what a dnd campaign would look like as a movie like? the delightfully weird cast of characters with their own quirks, the strange pacing and narrative that still Works, the absolute absurdity of it all, the jumping back and forth between wanting to be serious and it being really funny, hell its even Told like a dnd story through the use of the grandfather being the one telling the story

what a fantastic fucking movie

lizardsister

also like the character backstories are SUCH dnd backgrounds like? “im out for revenge for my father who was killed by a guy with six fingers on one of his hands” “i bumped into a band of pirates and their leader liked me so much he ended up having me take on his title to retire”

that is the Exact shit that people come up with for dnd characters

lizardsister

DM: having narrowly escaped Humperdinck, you find yourselves in the dangerous Fire Swamps

Westley: do I know anything about this area? Any danger?

DM: roll a history check

Westley: 15

DM: you know of rumors of giant rats in the swamps, as well as quick sand

Westley: what do I know about the giant rats?

DM: roll nature

Westley: [nat 1] …… rodents of unusual size? I don’t think they exist

DM: hey what’s your passive perception-

sweetiepie08

DM: There is only one gate into the castle. Humperdink has posted 60 men in front of it. You need to get past them in order to stop the wedding and save Buttercup.

Westly: What are our assets?

DM: Your brains, Inigo’s steel, Fezzik’s strength and… *rolls* a wheelbarrow.

cubiclelifestyle

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♪ Hello baby, I can’t lang ♫ ♬ I have gervus, of you say ♪ ♫ Oh oh wha say FREAKIN’ way ♬ ♪ Sorry out here kinda Bey ♫

wolg-fang

I’m bopping

illinicoise

snotferret

hypermodernism?

altonzm-deactivated20170213

french recipes: if you’re not making this in paris then what’s the point. fuck you

italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house

thirdtimecharmed

american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked

svynakee

chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void.

orriculum

English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay that’s it enjoy

digitalfare

Greek recipes: You followed all the right steps but this isn’t quite right. I don’t know what to tell you.

jamesandlilys

Australia recipes: chuck it on the barbie

monsterhighalumni

Latinx recipes: you will never make it better than your abuela, face the facts

wereyoulookingforsomething-deac

Armenian recipes: spend eight days laboring over the stove. the food will be flavorful with the sacrifice of your sanity. no one will appreciate it.

moldychesee

Canadian recipes: It either needs more bacon, more maple syrup, more gravy, or an unholy combination of the three

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Polish recipes: you have to toUCH THE DOUGH, FEEL THE PIEROGI IN YOUR HEART, TOUCH IT. LICK IT. SMELL IT.

beckyhop

Every time I see this post, I learn more about how different countries’ cuisines AND neuroses.

visionssofgideon

Indian recipes: there are 500 cuisines and that means 500 versions of this dish that has 500 spices so gl

onceuponamirror

ashki jewish recipes: no, no. no. more onion.

jumpingjacktrash

internet recipes: here is a heartwarming story about my baby sister’s third birthday that i completely made up, and a copypaste from alton brown.

piedude

Irish recipes:

africant

paranoidrobot-deactivated201110

Two churches located across the street from each other.

silvermoon424

blua:

whatever-satan-deactivated20180

The fresh queen of Terrasen

Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute, go grab a pen I’ll tell you how I became the queen of a place called Terrasen

In Orynth Palace born and raised With my cousin is how I spent most of my days Chillin out, maxin relaxin so rad, And all burnin down libraries which the scholars mad

Then this king comes around and he fills us with dread, Started killing parents, makes the sovereign dead, I got away from the place and Arrobyn finds me He said “Your name’s now Sardothien, I’ll kill you if you flee.”

I begged and pleaded with him, day after day, But he made me break my fingers on a big door frame. He killed my boyfriend and then he sent me to jail, “My name is Celaena Sardothien and I won’t be afraid”

In the glass Castle, yo, this is beastly, Killin other dudes so I can be free Fell in love with Chaol but he killed my friend Then, me to Wendlyn, the king sent

I met my mate, Rowan, and when he came near, I felt nothing because my will to live had disappeared We got better, back to Adarlan, cousin “sup” I freed Dorian, together, we fucked the king’s shit up

Loads of other shit happened, I got locked in a box But I got out, (right, Sarah?) now, back to my hawk I looked at my throne, I was back again To sit on my throne as the queen of Terrasen

blackbeak

THE COURTS OF PRYTHIAN

Solar Courts: Night, Day, Dawn Seasonal Courts: Winter, Summer, Autumn, Spring

Y'all...Amaranthine is a color meaning immortal, undying, deep purple-red color.... Amarantha wore a lot of red....

flightyfinch

the inarguably best three avatar moments in no particular order

that’s rough buddy

no firelord ozai YOU’RE not wearing any pants

that part where they’re all completely baffled by there being just a regular bear

adventures-in-mangaland

Consider:

Maybe it’s friendly

Can your Science explain why it rains

The Boulder feels conflicted

HOW can you SAY that

We have defeated you for all time! You will never rise from the ashes of your shame and humiliation!

Hello, Zuko here

bloodbending

ALSO:

It’s Sparky Sparky Boom Man!

I’m Wang Fire. And this is my wife, Sapphire… Fire

And this is Katara, my flying sister

ZUKO, I WANT YOU TO DANCE WITH ME

when Aang grabbed Ozai by his stupid goat beard right before kicking his ass

Sokka: I can’t see ANYTHING! Toph: Oh no, what a nightmare! Sokka: Sorry.

bigmammallama5

Honorable mentioned:

one-in-lemillion

How have you all forgotten “I am not Toph! I am M E L O N L O R D”

non-bunnary

Please also consider:

- SECRET TUNNEL

- “You know my favorite thing about Appa? His sense of humor.”

- The one where Sokka is stuck in a hole the entire episode

- “I’m taking my vacation AT THE LIBRARY!!”

ill-intentioned

BUT ALSO:

-“THE MOON SPIRIT IS A GENTLE, LOVING LADY. SHE RULES THE SKY WITH COMPASSION AND…LUNAR GOODNESS”

-that one epic fight of Katara vs centuries of years of traditional misogyny

-“wHAT ARE YOU DOING??” “saving the jerk who dumped me.”

-THE ENTIRE PARODY PLAY OF THE CREATORS LITERALLY ROASTING THEMSELVES AND THEIR STORYLINE

-that one fight between Sokka and Master Piando where he liTERALLY WHIPS OUT ALL THESE GYMNASTIC PARKOUR MOVES THAT NO ONE KNEW HE HAD?? AND LOOKS BADASS EVEN THOUGH HES LOSING?

-“aPA ATE MOMO”

-“i’M COMIN FOR U BUDDY”

awkwardyunyoo22

aren’t yall forgetting:

and

lastroseofspring

Basically AtLA is gold

rainydaypaperbacks

Also worth thinking about -“I KNOW THIS WAS YOU SOKKA TOPH CANT WRITE” Or basically that entire episode where Sokka just buys a messenger hawk for the lols and has no idea how it works???

whatlovelybooks-deactivated2026

@rainydayscoffeeandbooks

When you see a post you made from when you were 12 and thinking "why did I think that was cool?"

#why did I post that #why was i like that

acomaflove

Rhysand Whenever He Leaves the Night Court

anunapprehendedinspiration-blog

Oranges The first time I walked With a girl, I was twelve, Cold, and weighted down With two oranges in my jacket. December. Frost cracking Beneath my steps, my breath Before me, then gone, As I walked toward Her house, the one whose Porch light burned yellow Night and day, in any weather. A dog barked at me, until She came out pulling At her gloves, face bright With rouge. I smiled, Touched her shoulder, and led Her down the street, across A used car lot and a line Of newly planted trees, Until we were breathing Before a drugstore. We Entered, the tiny bell Bringing a saleslady Down a narrow aisle of goods. I turned to the candies Tiered like bleachers, And asked what she wanted - Light in her eyes, a smile Starting at the corners Of her mouth. I fingered A nickle in my pocket, And when she lifted a chocolate That cost a dime, I didn’t say anything. I took the nickle from My pocket, then an orange, And set them quietly on The counter. When I looked up, The lady’s eyes met mine, And held them, knowing Very well what it was all About. Outside, A few cars hissing past, Fog hanging like old Coats between the trees. I took my girl’s hand In mine for two blocks, Then released it to let Her unwrap the chocolate. I peeled my orange That was so bright against The gray of December That, from some distance, Someone might have thought I was making a fire in my hands.

Gary Soto (via anunapprehendedinspiration)