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“can’t believe you treat your gf like this Hollander 😔” has me crying lmao please someone write this
fic idea where after a series of misconceptions and misunderstandings people seem convinced that Ilya and Shane's gfs, Jane and Lily, are cheating on their bfs..with each other???
“can’t believe you treat your gf like this Hollander 😔” has me crying lmao please someone write this
this is the funniest thing ive seen inmy entire life
heated rivalry has been like the reintroduction of wolves in yellowstone for this website
literally me logging in after two years, cracking my fingers and neck: finally some good fucking food
so a very long time ago, my dad worked with an arson investigator
this guy was often one of the first people on the scene following a suspected arson, once emergency services had done what they needed to do. at times, there were also civilians on the periphery. often, they were freaking out, and understandably so; their home or workplace had just, quite literally, gone up in smoke
this investigator wouldn’t try to calm them down. he wouldn’t comfort them or be a shoulder to cry on.
instead, he’d walk up to the person most visibly losing their shit, hand them a fire extinguisher, and say “hey, can you keep an eye out for any other fires, and if you see one, can you put it out with this?”
of course, there was no actual risk of another fire. he wouldn’t be on the scene investigating if there was even a chance that the fire wasn’t completely put out. but the bystander didn’t need to know that
because that person, without fail, would immediately pull it together, take the fire extinguisher, and stand guard. they were, at least temporarily, calm enough for this investigator to do this job
my dad has told me the parable of the fire extinguisher a hundred times, and i think about it a lot. i think about what it says about people and crises. i think about what it says about the grounding power of having a purpose. and i think about the importance of letting someone help me through something, even if that help is just going to be another casserole to throw into the freezer, because useless or not, that fire extinguisher might be the only thing holding them together
del toros victor funniest guy of all time. tries to steal his brothers bride to be who looks like his mother who died in childbirth of said brother in an attempt to take something from his brother the same way his brother took something from him (their mother) but he can't hack it so he creates life immediately treats it like his father whom he hated treated him in turn leading to the death of both his brother and his bride. and himself. and several hundred innocent bystanders. wants to fuck his mother. turns into his father. recreates himself. forces his other self to live in perpetuaty. dies. 👍
Putting all tabletop players into a college level ethics class and forcing them to turn in a paper on moral philosophy before buying a new book
This is…. An interesting thing to say… on this post in particular….
I think a lot of people reblogging this from @probablybadrpgideas are interpreting this as “this would be such a funny wacky way to make the table soooo complicated” but I mean this as a complaint about the way that so many tabletop players seem to just. completely lack an understanding of ethics. what it actually means to behave ethically and treat others ethically. and i dont mean this as "why do people want to be mean and play as villains? :(" i mean "why are there so many tabletop players that sympathize with outright fascist factions to the point of wondering why theyre listed as 'Lawful Evil' in the book"
can you talk me through why this was a particularly bad or challenging thing for your party to have done
Goblins were in fact, for me, a turning point on this concept. I had a player who wanted to be a goblin, and I forgot about this fact up to the point that the party got a quest to kill goblins. As soon as I was announcing the quest I realized it would be a problem, though I didn't have anything else ready so I went with it. And it was! The players immediately questioned why the mayor was paying mercenaries to kill goblins, and then further questioned his justifications, at which point I realized it would be a better story if the goblins were a scapegoat and not an actual villain. This turned into a terse interrogation where the mayor threatened to put them in jail once their questions got pointed enough that he would have to either field accusations or lie; they then went CSI on the situation and drilled through his political cabinet to get answers. I had to improv pretty much all of it and I don't remember the actual ending (I know they sided with the goblins and the mayor was guilty), but this helped me realize that the Gary Gygax writing style of "certain races are just BAD and that's why they hang out in dungeons" was very short-sighted.
D&D writing, by and large, encourages a lack of questions. The surface runs deep. "Go into a cave and chop up goblins." Why are we doing this? "Goblins are bad." All goblins? "Yes."
I think the question of "why are there players comfortable siding with fascist factions and wondering why they're called 'lawful evil'" is pretty easily answered with... because D&D itself is inherently kind of fascist. And it's the most insidious kind of fascist, too- its villains are fascists, so how could you point fingers at the book?
Fire Giants are dwarf slavers. Drow are a megalomaniacal theocracy who hate men. Orcs are violent tribes of marauding killers. Illithids want to destroy all life and keep an entire civilization to scrub their floors. But these narratives still push the idea that "evil" is a racial trait. The players are not only justified in their campaign to destroy these cultures, they're encouraged to do it.
They let the cat out of the bag by making these playable races; because now, they're not cut-and-dry villanous societies. They're people. There are Drow accountants whose lives are about balancing taxes, not worshipping Lolth. There are Yuan-Ti who don't sacrifice babies on altars, and much prefer playing the lute or sewing blankets. Yet we're still expected to read "Chaotic Evil" under the Monster Manual entry for a bugbear and take it seriously.
Reblogging again to add a quick take: as a DM introducing ethics makes your game so much better.
I had an intro to my campaign that involved a mad scientist kidnapping someone and turning them into a wererat. I didn't think much of it and I spent way more time fleshing out the other NPCs, I just wanted to use that wererat as a boss fight.
Once the party encountered him though they immediately saw what I totally missed: the guy who became the wererat was absolutely the victim of this story. I did my best at thinking on my feet and made the wererat this defeated guy who only followed the mad scientist because he felt like his life was ruined. So they, through good rolls, convinced him to help them fight the mad scientist and it made for such a better story.
The moral I'm trying to convey is that you need to treat every NPC in your game as a world within themselves. And I mean EVERY NPC. Why are the wolves attacking people? Are they desperately hungry? Mind controlled? Territorial due to poachers? Why are the goblins working for the wizard? Extortion? Promise of riches? If the bandits see that everyone is in armor, why wouldn't they just let the party pass and wait for easier prey? If one of the bandits die, why wouldn't the rest of them run for the hills?
here’s a couple of articles on the history of racism + xenophobia in tolkien & how that influenced dnd
This is the first installment of a two-article series about the racist origins, nature, and ramifications of orcs, a malevolent humanoid spe
This is the complement to my previous article , “Orcs, Britons, and the Martial Race Myth, Part I: A Species Built for Racial Terror.” In t
anyone interested in the subject should definitely also check out the whole Three Black Halflings podcast, which talks about being black in nerdy spaces. a lot of times they’ll have on guests talking about their intersections and experiences in nerdy spaces. they have an episode with the author of the articles above.
they’ve also played a ttrpg based on african mythologies rather than mostly european ones like most mainstream fantasy.
highly recommend!!
@god why did you make my spine like this
top 12 savage things Medea says in classical literature
featuring Euripides, Ovid, and Seneca
ὡς τρὶς ἂν παρ᾽ ἀσπίδα/στῆναι θέλοιμ᾽ ἂν μᾶλλον ἢ τεκεῖν ἅπαξ (Euripides Med. 250-1)
for I would rather thrice stand by the shield/ than once bear a child
καὶ σοῖς ἀραία γ᾽ οὖσα τυγχάνω δόμοις. (Euripides Med. 608)
I am a curse unto your house as well
καὶ μανθάνω μὲν οἷα τολμήσω κακά/θυμὸς δὲ κρείσσων τῶν ἐμῶν βουλευμάτων/ὅσπερ μεγίστων αἴτιος κακῶν βροτοῖς. (Euripides Med. 1078-80)
I know what evils I dare to do/ my heart is stronger than my plans/ and great is my blame for the blood
dum ferrum flammaeque aderunt sucusque veneni/ hostis Medeae nullus inultus erit (Ovid Her. 12.181-2)
as long as I have iron and fire and poison at my disposal/ no enemy of Medea’s will go unpunished
viderit ista deus, qui nunc mea pectora versat/ nescio quid certe mens mea maius agit! (Ovid Her. 211-2)
the god who twists my heart will witness these deeds/ for surely I know not what vast act my mind devises!
tum me de tigride natam/ tum ferrum et scopulos gestare in corde fatebor (Ovid Met. 7.32-3)
then I will be called the daughter of a tiger/ and they will say I carry iron and stone in my heart
maximus intra me deus est (Ovid Met. 7.55)
the greatest god is within me
et vertice sidera tangam (Ovid Met. 7.61)
and I will reach the stars with the crown of my head
Medea superest, hic mare et terras vides/ ferrumque et ignes et deos et fulmina (Seneca Med. 166-7)
Medea stands alone, here you see the sea and the lands/ and iron and fire and gods and lightning
si placet, damna ream;/ sed redde crimen (Seneca Med. 245-6)
condemn me if you like;/ but give me back my crime
invadam deos/ et cuncta quatiam (Seneca Med. 424-5)
I will invade the gods/ and shake all things
Medea nunc sum; crevit ingenium malis (Seneca Med. 910)
Now I am become Medea; my nature has grown amidst evil
"Every language is valid, regional dialects are a normal and natural part of the evolution of language even on a national scale, the names that other English-speaking countries give things are just as valid as yours" I say to myself through gritted teeth as I listen to Americans describe breakfast foods
Kinda wanna know what the statute of limitations is on necromancy
Like. What even is death
Is it when the electrical synapses in my brain stop firing? Because the cells and bacteria and fungi and viruses that form my body will still be alive a while after that
Is it when my tissues break down? When the descendants of the bacteria in my gut have dispersed a certain distance away into the soil?
Are my bones still me? And if bones are enough to bring me back and walk me around the living, is my hair? My blood? My tears?
When does it stop? If my calcium can be risen, what about my carbon? And how far back?
If I ate meat from a cow, and the proteins in that meat became part of my hand, could I cut off a finger and animate it with the cow's soul, or does the act of bring consumed destroy it?
A fossilized skeleton isn't a skeleton, it's the rock and mineral that replaced the skeleton as it took over the place the skeleton used to be, but are there no traces left behind? No flecks of raw materials mixed in that were once a living creature?
If I pick up a handful of topsoil, most of what I'm holding will have come from living organisms that have died. Plants, animals, fungi, bacteria. Can you revive dirt? And if you can't, why?
When is an alive thing no longer even partially living, and when 8s a dead thing no longer dead?
What's the line between something that is dead, and a pile of raw materials?
What is the dividing point between a pile of meat and a pile of dirt
Everything I'm made of right now used to be a star, or molecules that became a plant that was eaten by a rat that was eaten by a dinosaur that died in a river that a mammoth drank from before it died and became grass that a mountain goat ate before it's descendant became a sheep whose manure was used to grow a tree that I ate an apple from a week ago, and now the nutrients in that are in my flungs or something
Is part of me that mammoth? That rat? That Plant?
If a single molecule in my body was once inside of a dodo bird, is that enough to animate a dodo bird?
What if it is, and you can just control one molecule?
Could you necromance all the souls of every animal someone ate in the last month, could you control the parts of their body that were generated by those nutrients? And again, does that limit max out after the proteins are digested? And at which point?
Is the shape of my body and the space it occupied any more mine than any random fleck of dander or loose fragment of bone?
Is the imprint if my body "me"? And if not, what else makes the things inside me into myself and not something it used to be?
What is the threshold for things that denote control over death? Is everything dead, or nothing? What does something stop being itself and start being something else.
Do I eveb hold possession over myself?
I have been awake for 22 hours and I don't remember why I was thinking about any of this
The haunting ancient Celtic carnyx being played for an audience. This is the sound Roman soldiers would have heard their Celtic enemies make.
Man if I heard that shit while descending upon a strange land with my brethren I'd straight up dig a hole to die in right the and there, fuck the emperor fuck the gods that's a warning straight from the bones of an older evil and whatever is coming is worse than death
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
THE ORIGINAL?!?!!!!!!!!;!!!!!!!!???
fellow mr. beast haters and skeptics...they all doubted us but we knew.