I attended a D&D Taster Campaign, where you choose a class and are thrown into an epic quest/battle at level twenty. I chose a monk and honestly I think im in love.
We ended up getting fairly far into the “Campaign” and hi-lights were
The bard singing a note so high that it blew a dragons head off (Vicious Mockary) I walked up to a giant and flicked it in the chest and it exploded (Gods Bless the Quivering Palm) Our cleric pulled a Wonder Woman and jumped basically straight through a motherfucker with a jumping sword slash.
All in all, it makes me want to get a proper group together and start playing for real. I’ll have to wait till I feel better though, My anxiety drained me today.
We live in a world that draws a deep distinction between fathers and mothers—there are things that fathers do and things that mothers do, and in our world they’re not the same at all.
It starts before we become parents, actually.
We do this with all men and women, and before that, boys and girls.
A sonogram, black and white and gray swirls.
It looks like old footage of a moon landing more than anything.
But in that moment, gender is spoken, or maybe a few months later in a hospital room, and then you tumble into a world of pink, pink, pink, or blue, blue, blue–forever.
That’s how people are.
We split people into pink and flowers and babies and high heels.
Or blue and bravado and machines and muscles.
But God isn’t pink or blue.
God doesn’t fit into our Game of Life pegs, tiny woman or tiny man, riding around the board in a tiny sedan.
God nurtures and protects and feeds his children, just like that mother deer in the clearing, with ferocity and power, ready to do anything for the children he loves.
God listens and draws near.
God holds and heals.
God our Mother.
God our Mother.
We know all about God our Father, and the beautiful images that go along with that idea: the strong, faithful, unshakeable love of a father.
But to only know God the Father would be like only knowing daytime but never night—to see the sunrise, but never the gentle, haunting rise of a harvest moon, low in the sky, blood red and beautiful.
To know only the Father God would be like seeing the bright, dazzling sun, but never the stars spreading across the sky like so much fairy dust.
God our Mother, reaching out to us with those hands—mother hands, strong and coursing with love, binding up wounds and soothing scrapes, holding us together, holding us safe.
God our Mother, feeding us, nourishing us, giving us what we need to grow and thrive, taking care of us in big and small ways, seeing us, knitting us back together with love and grace when we’ve been broken.
God our Mother, believing in us.
That’s what a mother does: she looks into your eyes and she says, I believe in you.
I know you.
I know you were made for great things.
A mother says, you’re not too small or too scared.
You’re not too frail or too flawed.
And that’s all you need to know.
God our Mother whispers to each one of us You’re mine.
And that’s all you need to know.
The Liturgists ft. Shauna Niequist, Pink and Blue
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TWITTER NAME : birdofprey NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS ON TWITTER : 16,083 WHAT DO THEY POST ABOUT ? feminism posts, drunk tweets, self defense tips, #BirdsDayThursday is a thing she started while drunk but it caught on really fast and her followers were sad when she stopped so it’s A Thing now FACEBOOK NAME : Sara Lance NUMBER OF FACEBOOK FRIENDS : 829 WHAT DO THEY POST ABOUT ? pictures of the team (usually her and jax, quite a few of her and mick and len out drinking), self defense and work out videos, random posts in the middle of the night cause the insomnia is real, lots of “this reminded me of you” posts on people’s timelines of music or things from any given time period she’s in INSTAGRAM NAME : sara_lancealot NUMBER OF INSTAGRAM FOLLOWERS: 7,491 WHAT KIND OF PICTURES DO THEY UPLOAD ? post work out selfies, drink pictures, drunk selfies (usually with mick and len), OOTD posts esp in new time periods, weapons pictures SNAPCHAT : birdofprey TYPE OF PICTURES THEY UPLOAD ON MY STORY : selfies , time periods she’s visited , videos of her and Jax or her and Mick and Len (like this one ; sara’s filming, len’s being carried and mick is tired of their shit) TYPE OF PICTURES THEY UPLOAD DIRECTLY AT PEOPLE : selfies , time periods she’s visited , dumb stuff with jax , basically anything (drinks, cool outfits, cool scenery, cute girls, cute guys) captioned “Jealous?”
TYPE OF PHONE THEY OWN : iphone 5 LATEST PEOPLE THEY CALLED : kara, mick, ray, amaya, rip WHO WERE THEIR LAST 5 MISSED CALLS FROM : quentin, kara, kendra, mick, ray LATEST TEXT AND WHO FROM : mick asking if he took her beer LATEST PICTURE THEY TEXTED : picture of a bottle of whiskey to mick, accompanied by “nvm, found where Rip moved his private stash” LATEST VIDEO THEY TEXTED : picture of Camelot to felicity accompanied by “Next stop, Atlantis?” TYPE OF PICTURES ON THEIR PHONES : selfies , drinks, period clothing, weaponry TYPE OF VIDEOS ON THEIR PHONE :
videos of her sparring with various teammates (amaya and kendra being primary but there’s a gr9 video where she manages to kick the heat gun out of mick’s hand and he’s both impressed and irriatated.), drunk singing (hers and others, there is absolutely a video of her and len and mick singing Jailhouse Rock), time periods she’s in, other Legends shenanigans ANYTHING ON THEIR PHONE THEY DON’T WANT PEOPLE TO SEE : homegirl def has a couple of nudes on her phone she’d prefer not be seen by unintended viewers 5 MOST USED APPS: music, google maps, snapchat, news, fruit ninja (she doesn’t care that it’s old af, it’s addicting, don’t judge) WHO THEY CALL MOST OFTEN : quentin, kara, oliver WHO THEY TEXT MOST OFTEN : mick, ray, kara, felicity, kendra, jax LATEST VOICE MESSAGE AND WHO IT’S FROM : Mick ; she couldn’t tell, he was mumbly af and probably drunk WEBSITES THEY VISIT MOST OFTEN : youtube, spotify, netflix BACKGROUND PICTURE ON THEIR PHONE : family picture of her, laurel and quentin
Skaal: we have no idea who kidnapped your commander. But you know what? Your presence here offends us and the All-Maker. Your pals imperials - and i don’t care you’re a dunmer and have known those people for two days max - don’t respect our customs and traditions by staying together in a small fort on southern side of the island and bothering literally noone. Now you totally have to apologize for them and prove your loyalty to us by doing shitload of random tasks we aren’t able to complete ourselves. We call Imperials foolish and shortsighted but cannot for the love of our own god find a love letter lying on a pillow of a woman whose man is accused of stealing from another man and is about to be executed. Do it all and only then you can be called our friend.
King Ferdinand's letter to the Taino-Arawak Indians
In the name of King Ferdinand and Juana, his daughter, Queen of Castile
and Leon, etc., conquerors of barbarian nations, we notify you as best
we can that our Lord God Eternal created Heaven and earth and a man and
woman from whom we all descend for all times and all over the world. In
the 5,000 years since creation the multitude of these generations
caused men to divide and establish kingdoms in various parts of the
world, among whom God chose St. Peter as leader of mankind, regardless
of their law, sect or belief. He seated St. Peter in Rome as the best
place from which to rule the world but he allowed him to establish his
seat in all parts of the world and rule all people, whether Christians,
Moors, Jews, Gentiles or any other sect. He was named Pope, which means
admirable and greatest father, governor of all men. Those who lived at
that time obeyed St. Peter as Lord and superior King of the universe,
and so did their descendants obey his successors and so on to the end
The late Pope gave these islands and mainland of the ocean and
the contents hereof to the above-mentioned King and Queen, as is
certified in writing and you may see the documents if you should so
desire. Therefore, Their Highnesses are lords and masters of this land;
they were acknowledged as such when this notice was posted, and were
and are being served willingly and without resistance; then, their
religious envoys were acknowledged and obeyed without delay, and all
subjects unconditionally and of their own free will became Christians
and thus they remain. Their Highnesses received their allegiance with
joy and benignity and decreed that they be treated in this spirit like
good and loyal vassals and you are under the obligation to do the same.
Therefore, we request that you understand this text, deliberate
on its contents within a reasonable time, and recognize the Church and
its highest priest, the Pope, as rulers of the universe, and in their
name the King and Queen of Spain as rulers of this land, allowing the
religious fathers to preach our holy Faith to you. You own compliance as
a duty to the King and we in his name will receive you with love and
charity, respecting your freedom and that of your wives and sons and
your rights of possession and we shall not compel you to baptism unless
you, informed of the Truth, wish to convert to our holy Catholic Faith
as almost all your neighbors have done in other islands, in exchange
for which Their Highnesses bestow many privileges and exemptions upon
you. Should you fail to comply, or delay maliciously in so doing, we
assure you that with the help of God we shall use force against you,
declaring war upon you from all sides and with all possible means, and
we shall bind you to the yoke of the Church and of Their Highnesses; we
shall enslave your persons, wives and sons, sell you or dispose of you
as the King sees fit; we shall seize your possessions and harm you as
much as we can as disobedient and resisting vassals. And we declare
you guilty of resulting deaths and injuries, exempting Their Highnesses
of such guilt as well as ourselves and the gentlemen who accompany us.
We hereby request that legal signatures be af fixed to this text and
pray those present to bear witness for us, etc.