//OKAY FOLKS. SIT DOWN, SHUT UP, AND LISTEN. YES I AM BEING LOUD AND GRUMPY, BUT WOW AM I SALTY RN.
Okay, with SB coming out, there’s gonna be a lot of changes. Which means we’re all going to be relearning our classes.
ALL OF US.
So esp those folks among us who have anxiety but still suck it up and heal are going to be a LOT less comfy with DPSing on top of healing than usual! DON’T. FUCKING FORCE. THEM TO DPS. IF THEY DON’T FUCKING FEEL COMFY.
Again, as someone who mains SCH, AST, and WHM….DON’T FUCKING FORCE ME OR YOU WILL GO WITHOUT HEALS. o uo
in a supprising turn of events, blog about mlm ship turns out to be homophobic! what are the odds
You call me homophobic? Why? Because I’m not jumping on a wagon of “Heyyy! Let’s hate the straight folks! Yeah, those heteros are the worst, they are everywhere, lmao hetero people keep away from us gay/bi/non-hetero folks, because we are better!”
Because that’s what I get from a lot of posts on Tumblr lately. Some edgy shit. And I’m not straight, so my opinion is not really biased. I’m just tired of this dumbass mentality of people here that non-straight parings are somehow better and should be worshiped.
No. The representation matters, with that I agree and I love seeing it in the movies/tv shows. What I hate is a group of edgy people who think that insulting hetero people is cool, makes them somehow better. You are making fun of other sexuality, mind you. A sexuality that is visible everywhere, yes, but it’s still a valid sexuality.
I am not homophobic, I do not hate non-straight people nor I have the intention to hurt them verbally or physically, because that is the definition of homophobia. You can check the dictionary for the definition.
I hate dumb people who are doxxing others and throwing unecessary hate.
Our party—a bard, a fighter, and a ranger—were on a one-off side quest to deliver a letter to somebody. He wasn’t at his house (learned after breaking in, to the DM’s dismay), so we found out the general area he was in and went there, confusion in our wake and a spring in our steps. I, the bard, had decided that I would funnel every ounce of skill I possessed into charisma, and at level 5 had a +6 modifier. I had been using that power at every opportunity that arose. We wander through the foothills full of caves, looking for this guy, when our fighter rolls a nat 20 perception trying to look for any signs of life.
DM: You—okay, so. Yeah. With that, you actually notice about fifty feet away that a particular cluster of bushes is rustling just slightly, but not with the breeze.
Fighter: Oh. Cool. “Hey guys, I think there are some folks in those bushes over there.”
Me: “Cool beans! HELLOOOOOOO, MY DUDES!”
DM: There’s a few seconds of silence before four guys come slowly forward from the bushes. They look pretty rough and tough, and uh—
Ranger: Can I roll perception? Uh… that’s a 15.
DM: You deduce that they’re probably bandits or something. They’re walking forward and one of the guys says, “Who are you little pests, and what’re ya doing in these here foothills of ours?”
Me: “We’re just hanging out, traveling, and actually it seems like a good time to break for breakfast if you lovely gents would like to join us! I can brew us up some chamomile, I have like a thousand mushrooms I got earlier—”
Fighter: “I got that chicken, too, and jerky.”
Me: “Oh hell yeah, we’re gonna chow down if y'all want in on that action.”
DM: That’s, uh… that’s persuasion, advantage because you’re offering them food and seem too dumb to be dangerous.
Me: Thanks man. Uh… 14 total.
DM: *head in his hands* I just—okay, they join you for breakfast I guess. And yet again you avoid a fight I planned for you. One of the dudes breaks out some eggs from somewhere.
DM: ………<i>all of them???</i> I mean… sure?? I guess??
Me: Hells yeah. Rolling.
Proceeds to roll: 16, 19, and <i>two natural 20s</i>.
DM: *head on the table* Like. You—you make your fellow party members super uncomfortable. You are piled under boys, it’s kinda gross but super chill for you. Kent wasn’t super into the whole group thing before, but now he would straight up die for you. He’s learning a lot about himself today.
Me: I’m gonna write those names down for later. Can I put “a boys harem” in my items list?
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.