everyone is fighting their battle

they all die in the end-TAZ

This isn’t what dying’s supposed to be like.

(Or: The boy detective becomes a boy reaper.)

lmao its on ao3

i. Fin

We see Barry and Lup, back to back, and they’re just fuckin’ the Hunger up. And the camera pans upward and we see scenes of just- everyone , fighting this fight. We see Hurley and Sloane’s battle wagon driving around, just like- brake-sliding into Hunger that explodes into ash as they crash through them, and we see Klaarg and his family, like, run up a, a, a massive shadow and just start, like, picking it apart as they’re hanging off of it, and we see scenes of the world winning the fight.

{ 89:17 }

And then we see Angus.

He’s laying on the ground, face up in what seems to be a dark spot of water on the ground. The camera focuses and we notice that the dark spot isn’t water, it can’t be water because it’s blood, crimson rivulets of blood that spurt out of the boy detective’s stomach with every beat of his dying heart. His face is contorted, marred by the spasms of pure pain that shake his body and jar his very soul, slipping ever so slowly out of it’s container. His senses are blurred and waning, yes, but he can still make out flashes of light emitted by spells zooming across his line of sight, can still hear the sounds of combat raging all around him and comes to the cold realization that no one was coming to save him. His chest heaves and expands and contracts, expands and contracts, expands and contracts.

And he can’t expand again, he can’t breathe as his organs shut down one by one, ending with his heart that fades out in his ears, his body going numb (thank goodness, thank goodness, he thinks) and his hearing slowly leaving him, as if his life was a speaker and someone had turned the volume off.

His last thought is that he had forgotten to close his eyes.

His first thought is that the world looked eerily beautiful in black and white.

Death is on standby, and it’s because of this that Angus wakes up on the ethereal plane.

He wakes up next to his body, which both disconcerts and fascinates him. He stands and looks down at himself-not a scratch on him. His stomach is whole, unlike the bloody mess that was hanging out of his flesh on the ground beside him. He looks down at himself at finds that he can’t do this and still stay sane and so he begins to move around.

It isn’t long before he finds another body.

And now, through Angus’s eyes, we see a woman, hovering nervously over the monochrome, writhing body of a man on the Prime Material plane. He’s being held down, screaming and bucking against the medics that try to start up healing spells. He drifts closer and notices the wound on his leg, spurting with bright red arterial blood. The man is also mouthing a name.

“Alice?” Angus says, and the woman looks over at him. She’s wearing armour, the light steel of a battle caster.

“How did you-” She pauses and looks back at the man. “Oh. He’s enunciating my name quite nicely, isn’t he.” She smiles and tries to lay her hand on his forehead, only to slip through his form and she frowns. The student in him comes out before he can catch himself and he tells her that we’re not real, ma’am, we can’t interact with the living on the Prime Material plane . She seems to understand and acknowledge this, muttering that enchantment is her shit anyway before moving away from the man and towards something on the left, away from his line of sight. Angus follows and finds her body, now- all dust and embers and burning skin and he can’t help but make a sick noise from the back of his throat and she laughs. “Not the best way to go, I’m sure.” She looks back at the man, who has stopped struggling but is now crying, tears rushing down his face as he repeats the same word over and over again. “The idiot tried to fight a dragon.” Angus raises a brow at this and she just lets out a sigh that says do you see what I have to deal with . “It was a small dragon, mind you, but it still took a bite out of him before trying to roast him for dinner.And,” She splays her hands out at her body. “You know the rest of the story.”

“You saved his life.”

“It wasn’t the first time.” She sits down beside the man and he joins her, a useless bid in trying to comfort someone a universe yet an inch away. “We traveled together for a while, you know, and it was always him just rushing into things without thinking for a damn second.” She pauses, memory crossing over with story. “Just like that Magnus fellow in the Story.”

Magnus. The name draws up big grins, tight hugs and duck carvings he didn’t want but still cherished. Magnus, the Protector. His name gives rise to several other names that give rise to several other memories that swirl around in his head and oh.

I’m dead.

He lets out a quiet sob, one hand over his mouth and the other clutching a chest that didn’t hurt.

I’m dead. I’m dead and I’m never going to see them again am I-

The woman takes note of his distress and reaches out hesitantly before enveloping him in a loose embrace. Her form is solid but she’s not-warm and not-cold but it’s something and he leans into it gratefully, heaving and gasping as the enormity of it all overtakes him. The woman hushes and cooes at him for a while before something in her breaks and she’s sobbing as well, clutching onto his small form as they weep for what they have lost.

They cry and cry until something catches Angus’s eye through the tears and he looks up to see light.

And… we see one of the shadows attacking Neverwinter stop in its tracks, and we see its form start to glow with a bright, white light. And then this shadow, along with all the others still standing, they all turn into light and drift slowly up and into the sky. And the rest of the army reacts too as the Hunger is spirited away, and the—the massive tendrils above, they glow white also as they begin to peel backwards, away from the sky, splitting apart at the top into long branches that—that arc downward, turning them into the shape of these great, light-filled, weeping willow trees. And then they explode in a shower of brilliant, slowly cascading balls of light. And they’re all bewildered by this scene, light reflected in Angus’s not-really-glasses and in the faces of everyone who put their lives on the line to defend this world and those who lost them in the process.

{ aprox. 1:50:00}

The world stops for a second. The man with the wounded leg looks up in shock before beginning to cry all over again, but at least this time there’s a smile on his face and the woman can’t help but stroke his hair lovingly. Her hand passes through his head but she keeps stroking anyway, humming a song he doesn’t know but somehow reaches the man because he slumps into an exhausted stupor and she looks up and past him with wide eyes and so he looks.

Death was on standby, but with the defeat of the Hunger the Astral plane has once again been opened for business. One, two, dozens of souls now begin to drift toward the rift, and it’s not long before he feels the pull as well, calling his soul to the sea where it came. The warrior looks at the rift, at her love, and then at him before patting his curls and silently slipping away, floating toward her final resting place.

He’s about to leave as well before he hears his name.

“Angus!”

Standing ten feet away from him is an elf with an impressive hat and a shocked look on his face. He’s all white as well, and for a second he thinks that he’s dead as well before noticing the slight green of his tunic, the tinge of gold in his hair and understands that the Taako in front of him was very much alive and had just cast Blink.

Taako says his name again and he’s suddenly engulfed in a hug before he starts to get berated.

“How the hell are you dead, kid?” A flick to his nose. It connects but it doesn’t hurt, hands moving by muscle memory alone to cup it as he mutters “Sorry, sir. Didn’t move fast enough I guess.”

“Out of all the saving throws, you just had to miss this one, didn’t you?” The sentence makes no sense to him, but the elf just huffs and puts his hands on his hips. “You’re lucky you’re compadres with like, the best wizard ever because fret not, bubbeleh, Taako’s busting you outta this plane.”

“How?”

Two people ask this question.

One is Angus, who’s eyes visibly widen when he sees the other appear from a rift behind Taako, scythe twirling and popping out of existence as the wizard turns and just says “Oh, hey Krav. How’s work?”

“It’s the end of the end of the world. What do you think?” He runs a hand through his dark hair but still manages to crack a warm smile. “I’m happy you’re alright, Taako.”

Angus swears a bit of pink appears on the elf’s cheeks, but he just says “Who isn’t, m’dude?”. The reaper, to his credit, just smiles even bigger and reaches up to adjust Taako’s hat. “So what were you saying about bringing a soul back?”

Even from behind the boy can see his teacher’s shoulders tense up in anticipation for a fight. “We’re not reallly bringing someone back from the dead, babe,” He puts his hands on the reaper’s shoulders and moves closer. “The kid isn’t in the Astral plane yet, so he’s technically-”

“Still my responsibility?” Kravitz still has a pleasant tone to his voice but there’s an edge to it now. “He’s dead, love. He can’t be brought back .”

“We can and we will,” The fingers on Kravitz’s shoulders start to dig into his suit. “We’ve been messing with magic for a century, bubbleh, don’t underestimate us.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Kravitz takes Taako’s hands into his own and brings them to his chest. “But death isn’t bound by magic.”

There’s a heavy truth to that statement and he can see it a few feet away; his cold body, just entering rigor mortis, surrounded by the people he secretly thought of as family: Merle, burning spell slot after spell slot to try and repair the mangled mess that was his torso. Magnus, clutching onto the dwarf by his shoulders as if he could transfer energy by touch even though the whole thing is useless, just useless and he sees this realization in Lucretia, Lucretia who’s just covering her mouth in horror (he knows she blames herself, he would give anything to tell her she wasn’t).

His focus shifts back to the couple when he hears Taako’s voice crack.

“ Please ,” He’s saying, the tone torn between begging and negotiating. “This one time. We saved the freakin world, we deserve this one time .”

“I’m sorry.” Kravitz’s voice is low and quiet. “I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

“ Please .” Hands are fists that knock back against a chest and it occurs to the boy that this was never going to work and that, frankly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to work.

“Uh, sir? I’m sort of dead.” Taako turns and gives him a look that says shut up Anges or I’ll break your stupid nerd glasses but he forges on. “I mean, living would be great and all, but if there’s no way to go back…I’ve made my peace.”

That was a lie, but Taako doesn’t know this and his face crumples into devastation for a quick second before smoothing out into a pitying indifference.

“Magnus is going to kill me if I don’t get you back.”

He looks back at the fighter, tears running down his face as he cradles Angus’s body. He looks small in Magnus’s arms, so very small and

“I know.”

“And you’re never going to eat my world-class macarons, you hear me? You can haunt my ass all you’d like.”

“I know-”

“And-and-ah,” The wizard sighs and tips his hat downward, just enough to cover his face. “You know what? Screw it. I tried.”

“Taako-” Kravitz reaches for him again but before they touch Taako cancels the spell, popping out of and into existence in a heartbeat. He reappears beside Merle and he looks up at the elf expectantly before closing his eyeThe reaper sighs and summons his scythe again. He extends a hand and Angus takes it, watching in awe as Kravitz uses his other to tear open a rift in space. He looks down at the boy, an indescribable look on his face.

“I’m sorry this had to happen.”

Angus shrugs. “Not your fault.”

They step into the rift.

Angus McDonald died on the Day of Story and Song about two hours before sunset.

ii. Interlude

It’s familiar.

But not too familiar.

The rainbow hued waters that gently lap the obsidian sand do not perturb the boy detective as he steps out of the rift with Kravitz. Here, the Astral plane is dead silent, only half formed with a horizon that separates the not-sea from the not-sky that was a type of grey that reminded Angus of the steel of weapons.The water, while brilliant and enchanting, seems to be festering with something underneath the surface In the distance there is an island, the huge fortress that he instinctively knows as the Eternal Stockade, solitary and intimidating and somehow familiar at the same time. In the distance, there is another island, a smaller one with actual trees and grass in their normal viridian hue. This is the island that confuses him, and he asks Kravitz about it as they begin their trek away from the coastal line.

The man looks at the island, and then at him for a time before answering “That’s…a reward.” He ends the conversation by picking up his pace, practically running up the slope that separates the land from the beach. Angus follows suit, scrambling to keep up with Kravtiz’s long strides. He crests the hill and suddenly in front of him is empty, empty, empty except that there is a gazebo made of ebony and bones , smackdab in the middle of the nothingness that made up most of the Astral Plane.

Kravitz sits down on one of the chairs and gestures for the boy to join him. He hesitates but obliges, sitting in front of him awkwardly.

This isn’t what dying’s supposed to be like.

Kravitz chuckles. “Not your idea of death?”

The boy’s taken aback but his mind is already processing his words, reviewing Kravitz’s demeanor, his posture, his speech pattern before it finally clicks.

“You’re not Kravitz, are you.”

The reaper smiles, the sharp edge of his incisors flashing as skin parts to show teeth. When he speaks the baritone tenor is gone, replaced with a voice that seems to reverberate through the plane itself.

Took you a while to figure it out, detective.

Angus smiles sheepishly. “The whole dying thing has put a hamper on my sleuthing abilities, ma’am.”

Kravitz-the Raven Queen, rather-smiles again and nods their head in understanding.

Your death was not conventional, child.

They turn and look towards the pulsating waters, waves crashing onto the beach even though the rest of the ocean stands still.

Death is a constant with many forms. While all departed souls are in my realm, I do rely on my reapers to track down those who dare to escape inevitability.

The Queen extends a hand to the ocean waves and it’s like he’s watching them on rewind, gathering themselves and falling back into the water. She turns back to the child.

Some escape their notice. Not many, but some.

Kravitz’s head is slightly cocked to one side.

Do you understand where I’m going with this, little one?

“You want me to become a reaper?”

A nod.

“Why?”

You are a child of many talents. It would be a shame to let go of a soul of your caliber so soon.

Something clicks into place in his brain.

“That’s why Merle couldn’t heal me.”

The Queen spreads Kravitz’s hands, a gesture that is perhaps the closest to apology one could receive from a goddess.

To pull you from my domain would be a loss on my part.

“I see.” He supposes he could argue this, claim that it wasn’t fair that he was brought in front of Death so soon so that a goddess would avoid “suffering a loss”, but there’s a part of him that shushes that notion, telling him that it was high-time he’d died anyway and that angering the Queen would be more trouble than it was worth. His fingers, once neatly folded on his lap are now separated, one on his chin and the other on his knee. “What do I get out of this?” He asks Death. “What’s in it for me?”

Time.

The word hangs in the air and in his mind. His mouth moves faster than his thoughts and he finds himself saying yes, yes, I accept and Kravitz starts to reach for him.

Flesh peels back to reveal bloodless bone and eyes roll back and disappear, a red fire igniting in the holes of his skull. Hands of bone caress his chin and rest on his cheeks, biting into his not-skin. Energy crackles through the specter, lifting his dark robes ever so slightly as the Raven Queen’s powers races across his body and floods into Angus.

And there is pain-part of him feels as if it’s being ripped apart, gravitating towards the Queen and another part feels as if he’s melting, skin he doesn’t have ripping away to reveal bones he doesn’t have. There is a moment, a split second between ripping and melting that he wonders if he can die a second time.

And then there is nothing.

And then he wakes up.

Hit the 12K followers

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Were did you all come from. I can’t believe that so many beautiful people are following my blog. I’m really sorry that you recognize my feelings, no one deserves that. But knowing that we are here all together warms my heart. We can help each other through the things we are going through or went through. We can motivate each other to stay alive, keep fighting and survive. We can help each other in so many beautiful ways and I’m so grateful that I can help others with my blog. Even when it’s only one person I can help, for that one person I will keep going and keep this blog up. I want my blog to be a place everyone feels welcome and safe. Because we are all beautiful persons fighting our own battles. No matter who you are, how you look, where you come from or how old you are. You are beautiful, unique and strong. You are worth it. We will fight together and overcome our demons and fears. I believe in you.

Thank you all so much for following me, for supporting me and being there for me. You all have been a huge support and motivation for me to keep going even in my darkest days. I can’t thank you enough. I’m going to do my best to be here more for you all again and try to help you. Thank you so much.

Big hug for everyone.

Can I just say like… I’m not American so I can’t really know what it’s like out there right now, but I am really proud of you guys. Like, Trump - a man known to have sexually assaulted multiple women - is elected, so the women of your country not only turn out in their millions but they inspire women around the world to do the same in solidarity. He preaches anti-intellectualism, so your scientists host database hacking and saving days to preserve data. He bans government agencies from speaking the truth, so they create rogue social media accounts that spread facts even at the risk of their jobs. He brings in racist immigration bans, causing chaos in airports and huge uncertainties in the lives of real, innocent people, so protesters swarm to the airports, lawyers work pro bono round the clock to get people into the country, and people mobilise to destroy him in the high court in a day.
I know this is awful and it sucks and it’s only been one freaking week, but you guys are doing amazing right now and I am so moved and so proud. It’s gonna be tough and everyone will have to pick their battles and just keep fighting and pushing, and this isn’t how it should be but at least we know there are people with the guts and the gumption to do what they can.
You guys are the sand in the gears.

motivational classics quotes

Hi guys! Here’s a masterpost of some inspirational quotes taken from classical literature that you can use in your bullet journal, planner, or whenever you need some extra motivation! Italicized are some of my favorites that really help me stop procrastinating and get through the day :) 

romans:

seneca:

  • “i will storm the gods, and shake the universe.”
  • “luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”
  • “if one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.”
  • “it is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, but because we do not dare, things are difficult.”
  • “sometimes it is an act of bravery even to live.”

ovid:

  • “nothing is stronger than habit.”
  • “let your hook be always cast. in the pool where you least expect it, will be fish.”
  • “endure and persist; this pain will turn into good by and by.”
  • “what is without periods of rest will not endure.”

virgil:

  • “they can because they think they can.”
  • “let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.”
  • “work conquers all.”
  • “practice and thought may forge many an art.”
  • “we cannot all do everything.”

horace:

  • “adversity has the effect of eliciting talents, which in prosperous circumstances would have lain dormant.”
  • “he who has begun has half done. dare to be wise; begin!”
  • “remember when life’s path is steep to keep your mind even.”
  • “mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. it is lovely to be silly at the right moment.”
  • “he who feared that he would not succeed sat still.”

catullus:

  • “often has leisure ruined great kings and fine cities.”
  • “if anything has happened to one who ever yearned and wished but never hoped, that is a rare pleasure of the soul.”
  • “i hate and i love. perhaps you ask why i do this? i do not know, but i feel it happening and i am tortured.”

greeks:

homer:

  • “the fates have given mortals hearts that can endure.”
  • “some of the words you’ll find within yourself, the rest some power will inspire you to say.”
  • “for a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother.”
  • “there is a time for many words and there is a time also for sleep.”

sappho:

  • “may I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.”
  • “beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.”
  • “you who judge me, for me you are nothing.”

plato:

  • “be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”
  • “no one should be discouraged who can make constant progress, even though it be slow.”
  • “music is a moral law. it gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.”
  • “the first and best victory is to conquer self.”
  • “the beginning is the most important part of the work.”

aristotle:

  • “the roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.”
  • “pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.”
  • “poetry demands a man with a special gift for it, or else one with a touch of madness in him.”
  • “we are what we repeatedly do. excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” (misattributed, but too good to pass up :) )

plutarch:

  • “the mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.”
  • “what we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.”
  • “to make no mistakes is not in the power of man; but from their errors and mistakes the wise and good learn wisdom for the future.”
  • “painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.”
  • “to find fault is easy; to do better may be difficult.”

I hope you find these useful, or at least enjoyed reading through them! Let me know which are your favorites! 

xx, penelope

SKAM 2015-2017

Season One
Eva’s season taught us about individual identity. It taught us that it is important to love ourselves first and to surround ourselves with people who remind us of who we are.

“I have to find out what my opinion is. And I have to do it on my own.”

Season Two
Noora’s season taught us about feminism, sexual assault and eating disorders. It showed us the importance of friends and female solidarity.

“Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.”

Season Three
Isak’s season taught us about sexual identity, mental illness and prejudice. It showed us the importance of friends, communication and self-acceptance.

“Whether you believe in Allah or Jesus or evolution or parallel universes, there’s only one thing we know for sure. That life is now.”

Season Four
Sana’s season taught us about religion, prejudice, cultural identity and belonging. It showed us the importance of friendship, kindness, love and tolerance.

“Because even though it sometimes feels like it, no one’s ever alone. … Fear spreads, but fortunately, love does too.”

8

“Don’t fight in the North or the South. Fight every battle everywhere, always, in your mind. Everyone is your enemy, everyone is your friend. Every possible series of events is happening all at once. Live that way and nothing will surprise you. Everything that happens will be something that you’ve seen before.”

Game of Thrones, season 7 (2017)                                                                                     created by David Benioff and D. B. Weiss

Something that I find interesting about 13 Reasons Why is that Hannah’s entire message with the tapes is that people’s actions can have a domino effect without them even realizing it.

And then Hannah’s own action, of taking her own life, has a domino effect on all of the people that had one on her life, especially Clay, the one person who didn’t deserve it.

It really makes you think. Something you do or say now could effect someone more than you know, and then later down the road could come back around to you and effect you even more so.

Be careful with your words. Be careful with your actions. You could ruin a life and then ultimately ruin your own. Don’t be wreckless and careless and take care of other peoples hearts the same way you want yours to be taken care of.

And if there’s anything you learn from 13 Reasons Why and anything that sticks with you, please let it be that everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about and that one small act of kindness could completely turn someone’s life around, as could one small incident that you don’t think is a big deal; it could be to them

So please be kind. Please don’t jump to conclusions. Don’t believe rumors. Don’t treat someone poorly and then wonder why they are the way they are. If you have the chance to help, do it. If you think something nice about someone, say it to them, it could make their day.

 Love and kindness are never wasted.

anonymous asked:

hey, can you break down the differences between the adventure zone and critical role for me? i haven't listened to either and now i'm curious

Oh gosh, okay. They’re delightful but… very different approaches to the same general idea (broadcasting a D&D game), and I think the fans of one show tend to have a sort of skewed impression of the other show, so here’s my thinking.

Just the basics, to begin with: The Adventure Zone started running in late 2014, and it’s an audio-only podcast in which the McElroy brothers and their dad start a brand-new D&D campaign from scratch. Critical Role started running in early 2015, and it’s a video podcast in which a bunch of best-friend voice actors started filming the D&D campaign they’d already been playing for years at home with the same characters. TAZ is (generally) prerecorded and lightly edited down, CR is 100% live. Both have a lot of howlingly funny and surprisingly touching moments, both get a lot more intense the more you get into them, and both are good shows that are a Good Time, especially when they make you feel things you didn’t sign up for. The main canon of TAZ is currently 56 one-hour-long episodes, with new episodes every two weeks, and CR is currently 85 four-hour-long episodes, with new episodes every week. Most of the reason for CR’s absurd length comes down to (a) three times as many players, and (b) no editing.

The DMs both put a ton of work into the world, but they also have very different approaches. Griffin (TAZ) is DMing for the first time, while Matt (CR) has talked about how DMing D&D games for the past 20 years is what got him interested in acting in the first place. The world of TAZ is much more of a sci-fi/fantasy hybrid, while CR sticks more to traditional fantasy.

TAZ plays fast and loose with the rules, which can be both a delight and a frustration for storytelling reasons—for instance, until the latest arc both spell slots and HP were not really tracked, which means (a) Griffin has had to come up with incredibly creative ways of introducing risk and limitations to the game, and (b) those incredibly creative ways can start to get pretty damn brutal. The mechanics of the game feel like an imposition on the story, most of the time—it’s rare that you get a dice roll that makes a huge difference to the plot (but when you do, as in the most recent episode, it’s pretty darn cool). As a result, the biggest spanner in the works of Griffin’s plans tends to be in the form of out-of-the-box thinking from his players, which they excel at; I think there is a tendency to railroad the plot as a result, but it’s a good story and it’s well worth a little bit of elbowing to keep everyone on track. Magical items also play a huge role, with viewers of the show submitting awesome new trinkets for the heroes of the story to use/abuse/completely forget about.

Because CR tilts more towards the rulebook (although Matt gets more than his fair share of shit for homebrewing and letting things slide and defaulting to the Rule of Cool), chance plays a much bigger role in the story. Matt’s simultaneously battling some incredibly creative players and dice that seem determined to roll as dramatically as possible. Entire subplots have been wiped out by a strategic roll, and in order to be able to adapt to that on the fly, Matt has to be hyper-prepared and have a lot of possible branching points. It’s absurdly open-world, especially now that the characters have the ability to travel instantly through different planes of existence, and Matt keeps pace with a story that feels more character-led than DM-led; railroading is practically nonexistent, which means you get incredible plot developments and super-deep characterization… but it also sometimes leads to long circular conversations trying to figure out what to do next. Because the players are all actors, there’s also a lot more that’s just straight-up improv theater: it’s not unusual (especially lately) to go for verrrry long stretches of riveting conversation without anybody rolling dice (I can think of a moment where Matt could’ve just had everyone fail a charisma saving throw against an NPC but instead just straight-up charmed them all in real life with words).

I’ll put it this way: CR is a basketball pickup game between friends who’ve been playing together so long that they kind of have their own home rules going and stick to them. TAZ is out there playing fuckin’ Calvinball. Both are great fun, but if you go into one expecting the other you’re in for a bad time.

Both shows have a lot of great NPCs, although Critical Role’s format gives them a lot more time and depth to shine (there are episodes where an NPC will have as much or more “screen time” than some of the player characters). Both shows have LGBT representation among player characters and NPCs alike that, while not perfect, is generally improving as the show goes on. For me personally, one of the more frustrating things about going from CR to TAZ was going from three female player characters and a metric fuckton of extremely deep characterization for all the female NPCs to no female player characters and many great and memorable female NPCs who nevertheless don’t get too much screentime or development just because of the the structure of the show.

TAZ is pretty shaky throughout the first arc (Griffin’s fighting a bit of an uphill battle getting everyone to sit down and actually play the game, which is funny in and of itself), but things slowly start to come together and the real potential of the show becomes clear once they break the heck out of the 5e Starter Set. I think the “Murder on the Rockport Limited” arc is what started to pull me in, and it’s not until the latest arc that I’m starting to get the character development I really crave in that show. Critical Role also takes a little while to find its footing, and to me the Briarwood arc (starting around episode 24) is where the mood of the show starts to solidify, with episode 40 and beyond really pushing from “this is cool, I’m enjoying how these interpretations of fantasy tropes are sometimes kinda unusual and off-the-wall!” to “how is this the most honest and genuine character development I’ve ever seen in media what the heck is happening here”.

So yeah. TAZ isn’t total chaos with no plot or effort put into it, CR isn’t a humorless wasteland of mathematical minutiae and rigid formulaic approaches. Both shows are great fun, both are IMO in an upswing and getting better and better as they go along, and I heartily recommend them both if you know what you’re getting into. Have fun!

SKAM SEASONS:

SEASON ONE: EVA
SEASON TWO: NOORA
SEASON THREE: ISAK
SEASON FOUR: SANA
SEASON FIVE: THE VIEWERS

Tomorrow is the first episode of our POVs. The show ended with us looking at the camera. Tomorrow is the start of our SKAM! This season is our season and it will never end.

Remember that life is now.
Remember that hate doesn’t come from religion but from fear.
Remember to be kind, always.
Remember that everyone is fighting a battle that you don’t know of.
Remember to stop being so hard on yourself. Remember that you’re more than enough. Remember that your body needs potatoes. Remember that only you can feel what you feel. Remember that people need people.
Remember to take it minute by minute if things get hard.

But most importantly, remember that du er ikke alene! ❤️

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