@new d&d players and dungeon masters starting because of critical role, aquisitions inc, the adventure zone, etc:
hey listen. i know it’s really super easy to compare and set up expectations that your game, your DMing or your roleplaying should be like theirs. i know. it’s super easy to look at matthew mercer and feel like you’ll never be as entertaining as him or you’ll never be as good at roleplaying as the cast, or that you’ll never be as funny as the mcelroys.
but listen to me. i’m serious. they are professionals, but they’re playing with their friends. every single person brings something unique and great to a tabletop game, and if you let go of the expectation that everything needs to be perfect, everything needs to be like the podcasts you listen to or the shows you watch–
it WILL be perfect. d&d is a game where you can do whatever the fuck you want and you should do that, but realize that with these expectations are unfair to your fellow players, your dm, and most importantly yourself. sometimes it takes a while for people to get comfortable with how things are. sometimes it doesn’t. that’s ok. just enjoy your game as much as you can
Activist Brittany Packnett kicked off the hashtag #BlackWomenAtWork on Tuesday afternoon in response to the disrespectful ways in which two prominent black women were treated by public figures throughout the day.
On Tuesday’s morning episode of “Fox & Friends,” the network’s Bill O’Reilly mocked Rep. Maxine Waters (D-Ca.) by saying he was too distracted by her “James Brown” wig to listen to anything she had to say about President Donald Trump. He has since issued an apology, claiming it was all “a jest.”
Later in the day, White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer scolded White House correspondent April D. Ryan and told her to stop shaking her head. This happened before a room full of journalists, and it was televised and broadcast on national TV.
My take on Altean Prince!Lance has all of the same insecurities as in canon - of being mediocre, insignificant, superfluous - but exacerbated by his station in life. To the other pilots, he’s a pampered little playboy who was gifted his position, and all he can do is put on a brave face and pretend he doesn’t hear their whisperings, privately desperate to prove (to them? to himself?) that he really belongs there.
Keith is still half-Galra (humanness is recessive in this universe, I guess), a runt among the soldiers, and severely ostracised for it. He’s short on social graces, so he’s constantly getting into fights, and despite his extraordinary talent in the field, has accrued enough demerits that he’s been condemned to the lowest rung of deckswabbers for about a decafeeb.
Anyways, one day they’re both busy being broody and self-absorbed without paying attention to where they’re walking, and you can probably imagine what comes next.