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I love the level of salt.

#swewnt #uswnt #love the us as long as they play ball #and dont try to be smart #stop diving for fucks sake #your better than that morgan #honestly though #would give all my net worth to #the team that beat them #in the finals #wwc19 #wwc2019

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When Beau was four, she ran away from home. She huddled in the cold and the rain for two days, in view of the house, before trudging back with a growling stomach and hypothermia.

“Why didn’t you come after me?” she asked her mother at dinner that night.

Her mother didn’t even look at her. “Were you gone?”

-

When Beau was fifteen, she ran away from school.

“Meet me at the big oak,” she said through rushed kisses in the morning before the tutor showed up. “After lunch break.”

Rosie, her neighbor and classmate, smiled and held her close. “See you there.”

At lunch, Beau was at the big oak. Rosie wasn’t.

“Why didn’t you come after me?” she asked the next morning.

Rosie shrugged and refused the look at her. “I didn’t think you were serious, we were just fooling around.”

-

When Beau was nineteen, she ran away from The Cobalt Soul.

She found herself in a bar and drank herself into a stupor, sleeping in an alley and eating whatever she could find in the trash. She wandered back after a week.

“Why didn’t you come after me?” she asked Zeenoth while holding heavy pails of water in each hand as punishment.

“I needed you to learn your lesson,” he said, not looking away from his book.

-

When Beau was twenty four, she ran away from Zadash.

She found some people who she liked well enough, some people she could imagine hanging out with for a while. She wasn’t going back this time. This time she had learned her lesson, it just wasn’t the one that Zeenoth had tried to teach her. This time she knew that no one would ever come after her, she wasn’t worth it.

But this time was different. She didn’t know why, she didn’t completely trust it, but there was a warmth in the chest that was growing in size with each word that Dairon was saying.

“Why did you come after me?” she asked Dairon before leaving their training session as the sun came up. She was sore and bleeding and bruised but this was possibly the happiest she’s been in years.

Dairon met her eyes and gave her a friendly smile but didn’t answer.

cattycaleb

talks machina 97; matthew mercer finally loses faith in humanity

calicojill

The Fall.

@KGBooker on Twitter

geekyblackchic

Beauregard getting ready for a fight like…

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how dare my skin break out just because of my terrible diet and total disregard of regimented skincare

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how dare my skin breakout when i actually have a regimented skincare

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how dare my skin breakout because of my high stress level

tigertalar

Whaddya mean is it trying to get away?

daeneryskairipa

“Perverse instantiation… the implementation of a benign final goal through deleterious methods unforeseen by a human programmer.” “Like killing 6.5 billion people to solve overpopulation. The goal isn’t everything, A.L.I.E. How you reach the goal matters, too. I’m sorry that I didn’t teach you that.”

(for @write-to-feel)

#octavia blake #love her

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I was told recently about a school that was shamed into changing its school motto. The motto was “I hear, I see, I learn.” Nothing wrong with that per se. Unfortunately the motto was in Latin, and the Latin for “I hear, I see, I learn” is “audio, video, disco”.

wonderfulworldofmichaelford

What the fuck that’s the best school motto ever change it back

copperbadge

Your yearly reminder that “I learn through suffering” can be translated into Latin as “Disco Inferno.”

percahlia

Critical Role Gif Meme - [1/6] Scenes, Episode 56 - Hope “This place is.. The human soul. This is what we have built with our tiny moments. To lose a place like this, we don’t feel it immediately but.. it would ruin everyone.”

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Made a set of “actor and character” pieces with the Critical Role cast and their characters for campaign 2, all while binge watching Critical Role and Talks Machina over the last couple of days ayyyy. Will try drawing something for Matt soon as well. :>

Part 1 on my Twitter Part 2 on my Twitter

420bootywizard69

This is literally the most bomb-ass D&D story I’ve ever read in my life oh my god.

ninastestanin

Holy shit ._.

rebelsofshield

Some RP sessions have better stories than actual fiction. I mean, goddamn.

soaringsparrows

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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Well I, for one, am looking forward to a season 3 of Jessica Jones. I highly doubt that JJ and Trish will stay apart, and the rebuilding of their relationship will probably be slow and filled with angst, and moments that I’ll thoroughly enjoy.