'see this is why you don't mess with me'

Backstory- this was my first time playing, and I’m playing a tank with a party of me, a cleric, and a rouge. We’re all approximately level two. My character happens to speak draconic (you’ll see why that’s relevant) and we’re all trekking through a dungeon

Cleric (ooc): *explaining how dungeon crawling works*
Cleric (ooc): *mentions dragons*
Rogue (ooc): okay, but we’re level two, we won’t run into a dragon for a really long time.
Party: *goes into a new room*
DM: the door closes behind you
Rogue: heck
DM: the room begins to get very cold
Rogue: heck heck heck
DM: you have the feeling something very big is watching you
DM: a giant ice dragon is sitting in the corner of this room, atop a pile of gold and strange, glowing stones.
Cleric and me: *both shoot pointed looks at the dwarf*

And that’s how I ended up negotiating with a dragon before I figured out how to talk to people without offending them 👍

Are you Kidding Me

Okay so I was messing around with a scenario generator. Where you input characters and it comes out with a scenario. So for fun I put in Bugs and Daffy as the two characters and of course the first thing to pop up was…



This is scenario is just too preposterous. 

Like, that’s never gonna happen.

Why would-

Either of them


Dress in drag. 


You’re drunk, scenario generator.

 It is so obviously so out of character that these two would dress in drag together. 

  • Professor: Why weren't you in class today?
  • Me: I overslept
  • Professor: Why?
  • Me: Well, you see, last night's Supernatural episode, Don't Call Me Shurley, aired in the US at 9/8 central, therefore 2am here in England. Now, I know what you're going to say, and you're right, I could have waited until morning to see it, but you see, I knew that Chuck would be in it, and that's a big deal to me. I had fully intended to go to sleep straight after the episode, however, Robbie Thompson decided to write one of the best episodes of Supernatural in all eleven seasons, and succeeded in breaking me into a numb mess. You see, Professor, one cannot simply go to sleep after an ending like that. I was hit by The Feels™ and consequently didn't sleep until 5:30am. This is why I overslept your lecture, however I think this offence can be forgiven, judging by the extent of The Feels™ I was suffering from. I worried for my life, because The Feels™ were too strong. Robbie Thompson is a god among men and he deserves so much respect, and waiting until today to watch that episode would have been a crime against God.

So I stayed overnight at the hospital to see why my chest feels tight and I can’t breathe properly and the doctor said it’s my low blood pressure. They didn’t even do any scans on my chest to see if something is wrong with my lungs , like ??? They checked my heart and said everything is fine and it’s just my blood pressure being low and there isn’t enough oxygen in my blood to fuel my lungs. 

idk I don’t feel much better and I still experience shortness of breath even though I stayed all night with an oxygen mask on that was supposed to help me breathe better


Picking up from where I left off months and months ago, Fai is the artpiece for the Deluxe Cover of Volume 4. Because I cheated I know we start to cycle through the side characters after this volume - meaning Mokona doesn’t get her own one, or at least not yet. Which is a bummer, but still, we have Fai. Sort of. 

If you remember the other covers (there’s a tag if you wanted to quickly recheck them) Syaoran, Sakura and Kurogane all differ from Fai’s art in that they all face us head on. Despite their drastically different poses they all stare straight at us and aren’t attempting to hide anything. This wasn’t important before because it was all in theme, but now we have Fai doing the opposite. His body is turned completely to the side, he’s partially hidden by his coat, and his head is tilted slightly to the side, denying us the “front on” look we had from everyone else. He isn’t even standing up, and while the other three had gorgeous backdrops that visually tied to an exact location, Fai’s is vague. He’s sitting on a massive outcropping of ice with no discernible “place” anywhere around him. While it’s easy to assume this is somewhere in his homeworld, it’s not something we’ve actually seen in the series before. It’s unfamiliar, it’s indistinct, and it’s perfect for showing how Fai differs from the rest of the cast. The others were easy to read, relatively simple to understand. Fai works hard to be the complete inverse of this. 

If you don’t look too closely the image is a relatively straight forward one. All the main signifiers for “Fai” are present: he has his coat, his magic staff, his limbs are hunched together because he has no idea how to sit down properly, and he’s smiling. But the smile should be the first clue that Fai is being less than straightforward here, because Fai smiles for a lot of reasons, and most of them are misdirection. Compared to Sakura’s (and even Kurogane’s) covers Fai’s smile barely seems like he’s trying; his lips are making the motion but his eyes look tired, maybe even disinterested. This is the Fai who sits atop a mountain of secrets and refuses to share any of them, hiding it all behind a fake demeanor and pretending they don’t exist. 

Following that train of thought, other things in the picture have the same thought process in mind. Unlike the others, who all held items that represented them but more importantly drew visual focus back towards them, Fai attempts the opposite. He holds the staff down and away from himself, deferring attention anywhere but himself; the staff draws focus down to its own elaborate decoration or else up to the blank top corner; the ice pillars split in the middle, drawing focus to either side; and in the middle of all this is Fai’s coat, not Fai himself. He’s off to the side, squashed between these three other elements and even contorting his limbs so that he’s visually taking up the least amount of space out of everything on the page. The other characters were on display in their covers, but Fai is in hiding. He’s using his own signifies to hide in plain sight, and even then he shows as little as possible, and its the biggest parallel to his own personality I’ve ever seen. Even his coat reflects this. It’s the same general pattern as his phoenix tattoo but it’s way more complicated. It’s a complex mess of tangled lines that make no clear patterns or images. It has an order to it, but it’s turned away at an angle that we can’t see the whole thing even if we wanted to. It’s a web, like the lies Fai tries to slip behind, and the longer you’re looking at it the less time you’re looking at Fai himself, which is exactly what he wants. 

On a meta level you know he’s doing this all on purpose. Technically he’s here, he’s participating, he’s smiling, but he’s doing it all so you don’t look too closely. He’s trying to subtly turn your attention anywhere else but at him - because there are parts of himself he doesn’t want anyone to see. He wants you to dismiss him as exactly what he appears to be, because if he doesn’t like who he really is then he’s sure that nobody else will. So he hides. 

He doesn’t know yet that he’s wrong.

Timehop shattered me today. Usually it’s okay. Melancholy for the past, but still good. Today was not. Today hit me like a brick wall.

I’ve been talking to the most amazing guy for years now. We met on Omegle.
The year I graduated high school(2011!), a really big tumblr trend was to go on Omegle under the “tumblr” tag and try to find your friends/followers. It was hysterical. It was fun. I was on there so much it started leaking into my real life. My friend and I would have sleepovers and stay up until crazy hours, on Omegle just finding people to talk to. Obviously the cute ones would get more attention, and we’d have to skip a dick or 10(yes literal dicks), and on the rare occasion we’d get a guy’s number and text for 48 hours and then never again.
But one night, it was different. If I remember right, we were dicking around with stuffed animals. We’d hold them on screen and try to get people to interact with them without seeing what we looked like. Accents, whatever. And if they gave us the time of day we revealed our faces after a while. So we connect with this random babe. And he’s got the bluest eyes. And this swoopy brown hair. Squarish jawline. And he says he’s from England and we’re swooning because we’re American and foreign accents are delicious. He’s not talking though, just typing. We eventually show our faces. My friend gets bored and says we should skip him but I don’t want to. He’s so cute and the way he won’t speak is making him a mystery I’m dying to hear. I get his Skype so we can move on and promise to talk to him later. This guy is cute and all but we’ve only just met and I’m hosting a sleepover and my friend is bored. A bit later, I get a Skype message. I let the guy know we’re still on Omegle. What’s he still doing up? It’s like 6am there. He’s nuts. But he wants to Skype me. But I can’t. My friend is there. I can’t just take over the computer. Eventually my friend gets tired. So I close Omegle and Skype the England Boy. I’m begging him to say “love” in the accent I know he has. But he won’t do it. I’m 18 years old and teenage romance novels are my weakness and romcoms are everything and the way Gerard Butler calls his leading lady “love” is all I need in my life. My friend is falling asleep on the couch and I’m busy falling for the biggest fall of my life. We’re Skyping for four hours. He barely speaks. And then gloriously he says to me, “goodnight love,” and I’m dying from head to toe, it’s beautiful and this cute guy said it in his cute accent and even if he didn’t mean it, if he only said it because I begged and persuaded it out of him, it’s still got me in a puddle of emotions. It’s perfect. He’s great. I’ve got him on Skype. I can call him up whenever I want.
That was how it started. It was everything to me. I stayed up Skyping him when I should have been sleeping. I stayed on Skype with him for 6 hours 6 days a week. It was the summer before I went to college. He meant everything to me. He made me laugh. Die laughing. He was adorable and funny and charming and immature and sarcastic in all the right ways. He’s terrified of spiders. Sometimes, he sleep walks. He hates pineapple. He’s got a lesbian sister. More siblings. He’s never owned a car. He doesn’t have a license to drive. He’s getting a 7k inheritance when he turns 21. His dad’s an accountant. He had a brother who passed away. His girlfriend appears to be a massive uncaring bitch. He can do better. Dealing with my feelings and his girlfriend was a rough patch. She’d infuriate me so badly some nights. He’d Skype me from her house. It’s okay, she’s asleep. Why are you talking to me? You should be sleeping next to her. You can’t sleep? That happened more than once.
When he broke up with her I was so happy for him. So proud of him. He didn’t have to date me. Distance. Yuck. But now he could find someone to treat and be treated better. He never really did.
He’d watch American Football. Something I’m not sure he’d ever even thought about before me. He’d say he’d seen a Vikings game. Why would you watch that? We’re terrible. Football sucks.
He Skyped me through the single semester I went through college. He made a tumblr because I used it so much. We had matching links at one point. He Skyped me when I came home from college. I got a job, a good job but I still had time for him. I moved in with friends downtown. I got a new, good job. I was meeting people. I was partying. I was hooking up with people because I had all these feelings for a guy halfway across the world that were becoming hard to deal with outside our computer screen Skype world. It was easier to crash into guys who didn’t really care about me and wouldn’t notice I wasn’t exactly there for them emotionally 100%, even if I pretend or felt like it for fleeting moments in time. It had been three years since we first met. I started fading. I was working 40 hours a week. I hated my job. Loving him and not being with him was suddenly becoming painful. Not talking about it because it was painful and a useless conversation was even more painful. It wasn’t easy to accept anymore. It wasn’t easy to know that everyone around me wasn’t him. That no one could amount to him. That I could harbour so much feeling for a guy I’d never met. Would maybe never meet. These feelings were suffocating. I was drowning in something I couldn’t have. Couldn’t even touch. He was mad at me for becoming more and more unavailable. I tried to explain it. He was killing me. He couldn’t understand. He still wouldn’t.
We Snapchatted. Barely. I found a boy at home who wanted to hook up and also be a friend. Eventually it crashed into a million fucking pieces, but it helped me. At least, I thought it did. I tried so hard to make it work. If I couldn’t have England Boy, maybe this guy would date me. Maybe I’d finally be worthy of “girlfriend.” Well, I wasn’t. I lost the extended fling, and the guy halfway across the world was hurt that I was distant. Because he couldn’t understand. Because I couldn’t understand.

Now we never talk. I don’t remember the last time we had a video chat. Over 6 months ago? He’s back with his girlfriend who never cared enough. He’s got a life and he’s ignoring me.

It’s August 11th, 2015, and four years ago today, I met you. And our relationship killed me.


Beneath the bravado:  Joe MacMillan’s moments of vulnerability. (Halt and Catch Fire rewatch 1x01)

Okay, so…pretty frequently I see people wondering why some artists are as popular as they are when they’re “not actually good at art” or whatever.  Well, for one thing, that’s an opinion, not an objective fact.  But it might also help to consider other factors, such as:

1. Prodigious technical skills, based on a traditional interpretation of the term “skill”.  Aesthetically-pleasing, well-made art.  Stellar craftsmanship.  Et cetera.
This is not strictly necessary, however, if you have one or more of these in addition to even decent technical skills:
2. Niche appeal.  A unique style, a favorite character/ship a fraction of the fandom is passionate about, or a skill few other people have acquired (like animation, for instance).
3. Powerful concept.  Not just making pretty doodles, but art with a narrative or a wealth of extra details or thought-provoking features.
4. Wow value.  I think this really only works in combination with a really good concept, but if you can really power through something huge and impressive that other people wouldn’t generally have the dedication for, they tend to sit up and take notice.
5. Prolific creation.  Making a lot of stuff keeps people interested, even if all of it isn’t super-wow-awesome.
6. Being nice to people doesn’t hurt.

This isn’t meant to be a guide to popularity–rather, next time you’re like “why is that person’s art so popular?  I think they suck”, you might consider these points and then try not to obsess over it.  The artist, after all, is just doing what they enjoy.


i know you’re all seeing hella of these around but i thought i’d chuck it here bc why not? this follow forever is both for the new year, christmas + the fact i’ve reached over 600 followers. ALSO i’m going to japan and disappearing for ten days soon so i ought to thank u lot. who would have thought that more than even one person out there would want to follow me bc tbh half the time my tags are a mess as are my posts, so thank you. but here’s to the good stuff :~)


@foxeswrites - hey nerd. thanks for converting me to ur dark kpop side + dealing with me 10/10. i don’t need to tell u how much i luv u bc i do that too much already. even tho you’re a lil messy, i’ll love u all the same and continue to be super gay about selena sorry. i hate u for getting me into kpop so hard but it’s only fair bc we were in the 5sos trashcan together and now we are drowning in exo trash. if i didn’t talk to u i know my day would be a lil bit darker bc tbh can’t remember the last day that i didn’t? *shudders* the dark ages, obviously. thanks for our skype bants and the wise words <3 ur future is v bright and worse comes to worse u can come down to RADELAIDE and bunk with me. i’m skyping with u rn and u just said “i’ve never eaten salad more passionately in my life” and i hate u for it so bye. our ships almost make me wanna kms, good hc times but i’m v happy that our friendship has advanced beyond the messes that are colyssa & lolexa tbh ok ilysm. probably ily2much, i’m clingy. #LoveBread #Yehet #Kkaebsong 

@milestellerswife - even tho i literally hate you, i think that you’re pretty tolerable 2/10 which is a good percentage if you ask me. our ships mean more to me than life and i almost love them as much as i love you, miss texas. i talk to u far too much tbh and i’m sorry if i’m annoying but it’s ok bc you’re super annoying too ;* #warflashbacks to the times we used to send each other shit to wake up to wow we are officially #couplegoals. tbh i’m super happy that you’re in my life even tho you’re super far away, you give me life and good bants and let me rant to you. you’re super funny and 10/10 the golden child (in my eyes as well).

@rena1x1s - serena bae, when was the last day that i didn’t talk to u? even tho mellie is dead (rip rip rip rip) fOR NOW i love ur sarcasm and ur jokes, you’re honestly too funny for life and ilysm? 

@acrps - you get a spot here because you’re not that bad…. I GUESS. THAT BAD. tbh ily and thanks for dealing with me? i’ll make u shitty graphics until i die <3 


@puppypayne / @cxxlrph or @knoxleenrps / @shinofrp / @sassysimba / @acidsrps / @mariesrps / @styles1x1 / @sehunsgrlfrnd / @wmuse / @mcgregor1x1 / @justins1x1s / @simbarpt / @megsrps / @xanrps / @saxonwrites / @ninanobreva / @najrps / @tonkinofrph / @tabbieofrph / @nalawritesx / @zarryswrites  also yasmine, hallie, serena & anne but you’re up there so don’t be greedy u nerds

me is sorry for u having to deal with me rip but thank u for doing so <3 probably missing some bc YOU ALL KEEP CHANGING UR URLS but that’s chill bc you’re all cute


@theo-rp / @avpor / @nachowrites / @calumhoodds / @breofrps / @paynesrps / @1x1af / @laneofrp / @novemberwrites / @sierraroleplays / @hstyles1x1s / @shewolfwrites / @supergirlrrps / @altrps / @meganofrps / @jamisonrps / @trash1x1s / @zaynwrck / @livtorp / @otherworldlywrites / @osmentrps / @aquarpt / @libraofrp / @tots1x1 / @verseauwrites / @ivashkovs1x1 / @lilyevansrps / @rynhaywoods / @ginnypls / @teenwolfve / @tabithalynnwrites / @sinfulmuse / @hcpefulthnking / @nuggetmami / @cassidyofrp / @jesie1x1 / @malfoywrites / @grvngerps / @earthboundrpt / @court1x1 / @peverellwrites / @avierps / @hoperps / @lukey1x1 /  @stephanieofrp / @ms1x1 / @champagnepapi1x1 / @harrehspeaks / @origliassorps / @sarahrps / @grokwrites / @snowyjanes / @benzrpt / @lissaroleplays / @jadieofrp / @lame1x1 / @kacie1x1 / @hadidofrph / @hazzastylezrph / @swiftofrph / @brookrpt / @malikmanips / @lunarmuses / @moonrph / @neverwrites / @ddlovatosrps / @okrpt / @1x1styles / @diana1x1 / @alliof1x1 / @blondierps / @hachiwrites

some of you are past 1x1 partners, some of you have been in rps with me, i’m starting to plot with some of you already and some of you i just admire from afar but i do love my pretty, pretty dash. dankya for making it special. feel free to IM me tbh bc you’re all super cool and i’d love to be best friends tbh?


also if you’re seeing this you follow me so a massive thank you to you as well. i hope you’re never afraid to message me and don’t mind my crazy ass tags. xx


FIS Ski Jumping World Cup: Men Individual Normal Hill
Lillehammer 6.12.2015 Part II / Winner: Kenneth Gangnes (NOR)

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