but we just had to get this post up

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i love one (1) man

anonymous asked:

I gotta say, you're really on top of answering asks right now. It seems like every time I refresh you've made a new post, which is cool! Don't want to pressure you to be at this pace all the time, just liking it.

Well, this week I’m home for Thanksgiving, so I’ve had plenty of free time for the blog. However, when I get back to school next week, we’ll see how that goes because the week after that is exams so…

I might be going on a semi-hiatus until exams are over, but I’ll try to finish up the Oxenfree thread and ABOM before that happens, cutie pies!

korean thanksgiving was a month ago but in honor of the 1.5 days we’re getting off of school for american thanksgiving i just wanted to say i’m very thankful for yall and coming on this hellsite never fails to change my mood from the worst to the best 💕

Have a nice giving thanks day!✨✨✨

Heyo guys!

Just wanted to wish you all a great day of giving thanks! I’m not big on celebrating Thanksgiving, even if I had to go to parties in the past and today, but I sure love giving thanks. So even if you don’t celebrate this day, I hope you have an amazing day!!!

I’m definitely thankful for all of you magic peeps, you guys bring me lots of joy!!!

I love you guys so much and take care!!!❤❤❤✨✨✨

-Admin Signas and the MMPP Squad

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It makes me sad that Jack actually got to the the point where he HAD to talk about that issue.

From what we’ve all been told by the creators we look up to, YouTube just keeps getting shittier and shittier. They don’t care about quality content, they care about money.

Gaming is something that many people are interested in, including me and I don’t want it to disappear. I don’t want that. I enjoy that with all my heart, and I’m just glad Jack hasn’t stop posting original content, gaming content.

Jack, I don’t know what to say, I just hope it will pass, I don’t want any of you to stop what you’re doing, please.

Beware the false flags

Just a warning to everybody, please be aware of white supremacists bloggers posing as minorities saying wildly inflammatory, offensive things in an effort to bait other groups and sow discord within the left.

I just caught out a blogger pretending to be Black saying Jews were leaches on society and that Hitler had been in the right. They started off with a vaguely SJ-sounding post but then their language descended into alt-right speak real fucking quick, and I knew there was no goddamn way they were who they claimed. One look at their archive proved they were a white supremacists who had actually posted years worth of violent anti-Black commentary.

I know it’s easy to get worked up and taken in on here when we feel attacked—we’ve all fallen victim to trolls—but if somebody claims to be a Black person but uses Nazi language about Jews, or a Jewish person but uses German eugenics-based anti-immigrant language, or Arab but uses old Confederate language about Black people, and so on, please be very wary, check, and block.

They have been doing this on Twitter for a while, creating almost laughably bad accounts of what racists think Jews, Black folks, Latinxs, etc. sound like, and obviously Tumblr is the next frontier.

Just beware, trust your instincts, and remember: IF IT SOUNDS LIKE A NAZI, IT’S PROBABLY A NAZI.

hey guys! so any of you who are into the legend of korra might have heard about a comic strip floating around (or even saw/reblogged/posted it) and I just wanted to let all of you know that it was a leak and not officially published!

^ irene koh (the artist of the comic)’s tweet about it

please don’t spread this leak about, I know it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement (I actually had retweeted the image until I found out it was not officially released) irene and everyone working on turf wars is putting a lot of love, care, and hard work into it to make it the best possible so the least we all can do is give them respect and privacy until it is published (especially when irene has already confirmed that korra and asami will kiss and more than once before this leak happened) so please be understanding and listen to irene’s and everyone else’s wishes, thank you so much.

p.s. buy the comic too when it actually comes out!!

It was toxic. Our relationship was toxic. We loved each other but it was a constant back and forth from bliss to pain and pain to bliss. We couldn’t be the people who we wanted to be. We were too tied up to each other. It didn’t help that we also had to hide from everyone. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. It was suffocating. Our love was real but maybe, it was just not the right time. We needed to love ourselves first. Maybe, one day, we will meet again and never let each other go.
Tower of Dawn

     So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.

     I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.

     DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.

     I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general,  and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made  by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.

     I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.

     So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.



     Disability is not kinky.

     For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.

     Disability is not kinky.

     DISABILITY. IS. NOT. KINKY.

     This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.

     This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.

     This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you. How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.

     It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.

     And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.

     But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.

     Wrong.

     You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.

     The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder.​ It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.

     So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.


@crochanblackbeak @feysandsmut @the-bookish-soul @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @abraxoswyvernnn @carrion-princess

Okay so I found my dead grandfather’s journal from 56 years ago. This is some old stuff, okay, and I was like yeah I’m gonna read a page or two. 

Basically he wrote down this road trip he did with a friend of his (name is Giulio) but at some point it gets so weird.

I’ll try my best to translate it from italian to english (english is not my first language) and well, I’m also having a hard time trying to read my gandpa’s writing cause he wrote like a drunk snail.

Now, beware, my grandfather was an italian man dedicated to work, church, work and work, who believed in the traditional family and all that Jazz. But at some point I reach this part where he writes: “yesterday me and Giulio slept in the same tent as mine was stolen at the gas station. As it was really cold, we slept close. In the middle of the night I realized that the warmth next to me did not belong to my Nadia (his fiancé at the time, my grandmother). It was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt”.

And I was like allright that’s some weird no homo bullshit but who cares.

BUT THEN IT JUST GETS WORSE.

“I was having a cigarette whilst Giulio was asleep in the car, having a nap before we hit the road again. In the midst of the smoke of my tobacco, I saw his face and thought that the woman who is going to marry him will be lucky”.

Grandpa, what the hell? 

BUT OH NO IT JUST GETS BETTER.

“We shared a bed. Old motel did not have spare rooms, it was awkward at first. Then I started thinking that the warmth of Giulio’s body is somehow becoming more familiar to me then Nadia’s.”

Now, I have like seventy more pages of this goddamn journal but I am pretty fucking sure my gandfather had the worst crush over his best friend.


The complete post X

Ok, so, Scoob ‘n’ Shag are sneaking around the mansion.

When all of a sudden, oh noes!

A random ghost, playing an organ!

Naturally, Shaggy pulls out a camera, which he didn’t have 5 seconds ago, or in any previous scene…

…and we learn the ghost is, for some reason, a translucent purple skeleton in a hood… which so distracted me I completely forgot to take more screenshots.

I had a whole plan.

I was going to make a post about how weirdly Shaggy handles “getting photo proof” of the ghost.

Write up a thing about how he feels the need to sneak riiiiight up next to it, because… I guess Daphne won’t believe it unless we see its face?

But no.

Because of a translucent-purple-hooded-organ-playing-skeleton-ghost, I lost my train of thought and didn’t screenshot something.

This is the first time it’s happened, ever, after 3,000 posts.

If this series kills me… just tell my next of kin I tripped on a chair or something. I’ll have more dignity that way.

On the topic of humans being space oddities bc that’s kind of been my most recent obsession… what if curiosity is a uniquely human thing???

let’s say aliens are real and we meet them and they just do not for the life of them understand why we do half the shit we do because they don’t understand curiosity

Because come on like other alien posts here have said humans are fucking wild we literally build spaceships and rocket ourselves to other planets before we even have the proper technology to do so just because we’re curious to see if there’s life on other planets

When we get up there into space and meet the aliens I can just see them being all like “oh yeah we discovered space travel out of necessity… our planet was going to be absorbed by a nearby supernova so we had to get out of there. How did you humans get to space?”

“Oh… we just… wanted to?? Space seemed cool. We were curious.”

And the aliens are AGHAST because why the fuck would we launch ourselves into a dark endless void out of sheer curiosity rather than necessity??? Especially when life on earth isn’t imminently in danger (not yet anyway, but that’s another post). So many failed attempts and so many struggles – literally half of the scientific world telling us that space travel isn’t possible – and yet we go and do it anyway because we were curious??? Our world was fine we had no reason to leave we just *wanted* to and that’s such a foreign concept to our alien friends

Like imagine one day a crew compromised of a group of aliens and one human are exploring unknown terrain and they approach a very dark, foreboding cave. The crew really doesn’t need to go in it, so they plan on just passing by to avoid it, but the human stops them

“Wait hold on guys, I wanna see what’s in there. I’ll be right out,” human Lena says before plunging into darkness

And the aliens ARE FREAKING YHE FUCK OUT because why would their human do that???? Is she secretly dying and she needs to find the cure in the cave?! Is there some kind of hidden secret in there that needs to be discovered for the sake of humanity??? She’s putting her life in danger!!

And human Lena walks out completely unscathed to find the rest of her crew in a total frenzy

“HUMAN LENA WHY DID YOU DO THAT DID YOU NEED TO TAKE A SAMPLE FROM THE CAVE WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ENDANGERED YOUR LIFE”

And human Lena just stares at them confused and says “oh no I was… just curious. Wanted to see if there was anything cool down there.”

“YOU PUT YOURSELF IN DANGER TO FIND SOMETHING ‘COOL’?!?!”

“Yeah man, and it was totally worth it. Here, I found some neat glowing rocks, take one. Oh and also this little fuzzy thing here is my friend now. I found him down there and he reminded me of my dog back at home”

One alien promptly faints because he cannot control this fucking human who brings potentially dangerous animals with her to keep as a pet

Ahh ok but like what if that’s humanity’s “superpower” like our curiosity is the one thing that has kept us going for so long because it’s what spurs so many of our innovations and discoveries 

And eventually all alien crews catch on and all want a human on their crew not just for their ability to survive extreme weather conditions but also because their curiosity often helps the aliens make vital discoveries. All a human has to do is see something and think “gee I wonder what this does” or “if I combine this two things, what will happen?” and bam new amazing life-changing discovery

Of course it also leads to a lot of explosions and trips to the infirmary, but humans are resilient, so everyone is sure we’ll be fine

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some of my favourite shots from player 3

it was such a good show! i had an amazing time and it was so surreal getting to see the people i look up to. didn’t get a vip or a chance to ask a question or anything but i still loved it

we were told just not to post videos i think but just in case these are the only photos from rp3 i’m gonna post

Leather Jackets - Bucky Barnes AU

Request: “Can you make a Bucky imagine in which he’s like the bad boy who is really cool and falls for y/n and is super sweet around her?” // I did it as a Greaser AU because I was listening to the Grease soundtrack while writing lol

Word Count: 1167 // My requests are still open!!


The Greasers didn’t like to be messed with. If you’re not at their level, you can’t speak to them. You go near them, you’re dead.

Pacing quickly down the sidewalk, you avoided the glare of the boys in the red Chevrolet parked across the street. A message alert on your phone made you stop, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

Steve: Just overheard that the Greasers are gonna be at the coffee shop. Be careful.

Mentally groaning in fear of anyone hearing you, you slipped into the door of the cafe, walking with your head down.

“Hi, uh, Miss? What would you like?” The barista grinned at you, as you looked up from your phone. “Sorry, can I just have a juice please?”

“What’s your name?” She asked, holding your cup in one hand and a sharpie in the other. “Y/N.” You pronounced, smiling back.

Soon enough, your name was called and you took your drink, walking out of the store.

You looked around before pushing the door open, seeing the Chevrolet had moved. Breathing a sigh of relief, you pushed the door open and began your walk home.

Going to grab your phone from your back pocket, you bumped into someone.

Feeling a hand on your back, you looked up, making direct eye contact with one of the leaders of the greaser gang, Bucky Barnes.

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t concentrating. I should look where I’m going, sorr-” You mumbled, rambling away, “Hey, don’t worry about it. Y/N, is it?” He smiled warmly at you, “Uh, yeah, that’s me.”

“We have English together, right?” He asked, trying to making eye contact as you looked everywhere but his into his eyes.

“That we do,” you laughed nervously, “See you Monday, I guess.”

“See you Monday, Y/N.” He smiled, brushing past you as you walked back home, texting Steve about your ‘incident’.

Soon enough, Monday rolled around.

School always dragged along on a Monday. Whether it be the non existent enthusiasm from the students, or the bore of lessons from teachers paid less than they’re owed.

Grabbing your bag and heading out of the classroom, you avoided the glare of the same boys from the coffee shop stood outside your classroom.

You felt their eyes leave as you trailed outside to try and find your friends, Steve and Peggy.

Walking past the bleachers, you felt all eyes on you as hands gripped your shoulders.

“If it isn’t Little Miss Y/N.” You span around to be met with the eyes of one of Bucky’s gang, another member of the Greasers.

“H-hi?” You questioned, looking away from where he stared deeply at you, backed by two more Greasers; the rest sat on the bleachers.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. May I ask why this pretty little mouth of yours was talking to Barnes outside the coffee shop last night?” You looked up, horrified that anyone had seen yours and Bucky’s conversation.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I bumped into hi-” He pressed a finger over your lips, his minions trailing behind you, as he whistled for more of them to come over.

You were surrounded. You’d seen this happen before, and you prayed every night that they would never do it to you.

Grabbing your bag roughly off your shoulders, you gasped as they pulled your books out one by one, until they reached your sketchbook.

“Well what do we have here? A sketchbook! Let’s have a looky here shall we?” He smirked, picking up the black book from your feet.

Flipping through your doodles and practices, you prayed they wouldn’t find your illustration of the picture Bucky had posted recently.

But they did. Just your luck.

“And it gets better! How 'bout we show this to Buck when he gets here, hey? Is that what you want, Y/N? Attention? Well, sweetheart, that’s what you’re gonna get.”

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as he cascaded the sketchbook to the ground once again, the pencil drawing looking like a watercolour.

“Now, Y/N. How 'bouts we deal with you.” He spat, getting closer to your face. Grinning, he grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to meet his eyes.

Taking a harsh slap to the face, you looked into his eyes as he laughed, “Fuck. You.” you spat.

“What was that, Y/N? Say that again.” He looked shocked, but hid it. “I said fuck you.” He looked at you again, “You’re gonna regret that Y/N.”

Taking another hit, you saw the blood hit the concrete on the other side of the book.

“Hey!” A loud voice echoed from outside their circle, as the rest of the group scattered, you sank to the floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Bucky asked the boy stood opposite you, as you let more tears flow. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. Back off.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you, smiling softly. “Y/N?”

“Y-yeah?” You held your nose in fear of it bleeding further.

“I’m so sorry the did that to you, I promise I would never have let them if I would’ve known. Are you alright?”

“Apart from nursing a headache and this nose bleed, I’ll be okay.” You smiled back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked at you. “Shit, you need to get to the nurse.” He looked around you at the destruction of your bag, trying to pick up your scattered books.

“Did you draw this?” He asked, awe taking over his features. “Um, yes, I did. I’m sorry, it’s lame. I just saw the picture on my feed and I needed prac-”

“Y/N, babe, this is incredible.” He grinned from ear to ear, holding the book so delicately. “T-thank you, Bucky. It means a lot.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, offering you a hand as he led you to the nurses office.

“I’m still so sorry, Y/N. Can I please take you for coffee or something to make up for it?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear as you held tissue to your nose.

“I don’t drink coffee, but I’m definitely always down for pizza.” You laughed, Bucky joining you. “Well, pizza it is. Are you free tonight?”

- 6 months later -

Finishing the final sentence of your last-minute homework, you shoved the books into your bag as a knock at the door snapped you out of the world of your science work.

Opening the door with a smile, you saw Bucky, donned in his leather jacket and all black outfit.

“Mornin’ baby.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you grinned into it. “Good morning, Bucky.”

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’d sleep better if my boyfriend wouldn’t keep messaging me every five minutes!”

“Well forgive me for caring about you!” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You know I love you really.” You nudged him slightly as he grinned. “I love you too, doll.”

My Chemical Romance Warped Tour 2018

Edit: IS NO ONE FUCKING NOTICING THAT I AM AGAINST THE FACT THAT FANS ARE TRYING TO FORCE MCR INTO THIS?!

Before I say anything else, I’m completely AGAINST this. We, the fans, must respect the choice that MCR took. We cannot allow that other fans are pushing this onto the guys. They just weren’t happy.

If you haven’t heard, fans of My Chemical Romance want a reunion for the final Warped Tour. But the thing is, the boys decided to break up the band because of personal reasons. Yes, it would be nice for a reunion, but they weren’t happy. They’re happy now and we need to respect their choice. It absolutely infuriates me that the fans are acting this way.

We should be happy and content that My Chemical Romance was around for a while. Of course we’re not conent, but DON’T PUSH THEM INTO SOMETHING. The boys are with their families and whether their truly happy or not, we must let them be. They are people too. They’re just like us, only that they made music.

I, em0weirdo, cried for about an hour because I had read that they were “going to get back together”. But as I read more articles and newsletters, I realized that this is what the fans want. I realized that people are trying to push and pressure them into the reunion, which absolutely disappointing and rude of the fans. We need to understand:

My Chemical Romance broke up and it is the boys’ choice to reunite or not.

I was absolutely furious when I was scrolling through Instagram and seeing these posts of how they want the boys to get back together.

I am so furious that I needed to make a post about the subject on Tumblr.

I hope that fans can try to understand the boys’ point of views.

-em0weirdo

My First Nat20

For Context: So it’s my first time playing DnD, I’m playing with 2 other friends who’ve also never played, and two friends who have one of which is the dm. We’re running a small combat test scenario with our characters vs some bandits and orcs. Our party consists of an Aarakocra Monk, a Human Fighter who’s focused on archery, an Elf Cleric, and myself a Teifling Bard.  The encounter starts when the Aarakocra Monk charges into the cave straight into 2 orcs and a bandit which are taken care of easily by the Monk and Fighter. After a long rest we push further into the cave into another group of enemies, this time two bandits and a single orc. The Fighter uses his sharpshooter shot and completely vaporizes the one bandit and the other bandit runs further into the cave.  The orc is now blocked off from the other bandit by our Monk

Me(ooc): I wanna try and persuade the orc to either abandon the bandits or join our team

                DM: You have to roll a persuasion check then

                *Rolls a 15+3*

                DM: The orc is now seriously reconsidering his allegiance to the bandits

                Elf(ooc) Can I give him a hug to try to further persuade him

                Aarakocra: While you guys do that I’m going to go check out the bandits last known location

The Aarakocra flies across the open cave discovering the bandit ran further into the cave to alert their boss who is now looking right at the monk who is in stabbing range

                DM: The bandit chief is going to attack you with his flurry of blows attack *rolls* two hits and a miss you take 15 damage

                Aarakocra: Welp I’m dead

                Me(ooc): Okay I want to move past the orc into cover and then cast thaumaturgy on my voice to try and intimidate the bandits, but as I pass the orc I want to hand him piece of gold and tell him to get out of here and get a drink.

                DM: Okay, what do you want to say?

                Me:  I say “This is the royal guard, put your weapons down, your hands up, and come out slowly and we won’t execute you on site

                DM: Alright now roll an intimidation check

                *Rolls a nat20*

                DM: D…Did you just roll a nat20…

                Me (Not knowing what a nat20 is): Is that bad?

                DM: *Getting a little annoyed* A nat20 is a guaranteed success, all the bandits put their weapons down and put their hands behind their heads

                Me(ooc): Did I just ruin the encounter?

                DM: THE CHIEF HAD 64 HP, HE WAS SUPPOSED TO TEACH YOU ABOUT PARTY MEMBER DEATHS

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Step aside or experience serious pain!

The Girlfriend

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Fandom: Avengers/Marvel
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Peter Parker goes on a mission to bring back the Winter Solider, but ends up getting beat up really badly. As he’s passing out he calls out for his girlfriend, asking Steve to call her. Everyone is surprised since they had no idea Peter was dating anyone. Fluff, teasing and a little revenge ensues :)
Not really a request…I found this post and was just so inspired!
Warnings: violence, mention of blood, swearing…and a little long. Sorry not sorry lol

It all started with that damn red notebook. 

“We should’ve destroyed it.” Steve said, barely able to look up from the table top.  
“You should’ve kept Bucky asleep in Wakanda.” Tony said roughly, spitting out Bucky’s name. He may have forgiven Steve for their fight during the Accords, but he was far from forgiving Bucky for killing his parents.
“We should’ve known it wouldn’t be safe with SHIELD. Those guys are always having their headquarters either broken into or blown up.” Sam shot back, trying to keep the peace but catering to everyone’s shared distaste for the spy organization.

Keep reading

SUPLEX and suffering

find them both still stuck like this half an hour later cause Silas doesn’t wanna hit the ground and Jakob refuses to give up

The other thing I want to talk about with regards to Homecoming is…bare with me…Peter is objectively not a good Superhero ™ yet.

He does not win a single fight he’s in. He can’t figure out his super suit. Donald Glover gives the perfect reaction to Peter’s skills on the job.

Like, Peter was clearly supposed to, at some point, get training if he was going to engage in the higher levels of combat the suit functions were clearly meant for. Right now his primary skill set is legitimately stopping bike robberies and webbing up criminals.

Because Peter is a non-combat trained teenager. He is legitimately not ready for the big stage. Like, I’m sure there are people whining and moaning about Tony holding him back, and Peter was in that boat for a while too, but Peter is objectively in over his head again and again.

But you know what Peter had going for him? Incredibly personal fortitude and the absolute need to do the right thing.

Peter’s greatest, most pure win (in the sense of it’s absolutely a victory in the classic superhero way) is when there is no explicit enemy, when he is giving everything he has to save people. It’s not a fight, it’s a rescue mission, and Peter gives it his all and then some and succeeds with aplomb.

Peter does not kill anyone. He’s actively offended by having the option to do so. He makes deliberate choices not to kill people. And, at the very end, he could have let his enemy’s hubris kill him and therefore “win” the fight. After all, he’d essentially just gotten the crap kicked out of him. Peter had clearly lost to the Vulute by that point. Instead, Peter saves him. That’s such a pure, beautiful goodness that I want my superheroes to have.

(Forever bitter that they cut Tony trying to save Obadiah from IM1, but this isn’t the post for parallels. Just know…I totally consider them there).

And Peter…god, that scene. Things get rough, and Peter reaches into himself and finds something incredible. He does not give up. He overcomes.

This is a movie about a pretty mediocre teenage superhero in all of those combat-related ways, except we as an audience go on a journey to realize that while, yes, those skills are critical to being a superhero, they’re not what makes a superhero at all.

Tony, the futurist, looks at Peter like he’s the future, and it’s not hard to see why. With time and training, Peter easily has the potential to be the best out of all of them, combined, a hundred times over.

And I love that so much.