walk through this with me

Bearly Noticable

Context: I’m the DM for a very homebrewed 5e campaign with bits and pieces from several games and shows. One of my players plays Bartholomew Grizzleton, or Bart, the eight foot tall clown makeup wearing sentient ex-circus bear with +5 charisma. This happened in our first ever session.

Me (DM): So as you walk through the camp you see a shop keeper selling all sorts of items and potions.

Bart(ooc): Ooh what kind of potions?

Me: you see health potions, stamina potions, some demondrug-

Bart(ooc): Can I steal them?

Me: Well… yes, but you’re a giant bear. I don’t think it will go that well though.

*Bart rolls for stealth*
Natural 20

*Whole table flips out*

Me: Ok then, you SOMEHOW sneak to the stand completely unnoticed, roll for sleight of hand.

*Bart rolls for sleight of hand*
Natural
FREAKIN
20!

*Party is dying at this point*

Me: Okay SOME-FREAKIN-HOW a giant bear in clown makeup sneaks into the hand, grabs eight jars of demondrug and juggles back to the party!

4

I walked across the glade in my knee high shorts and very small strap shirt I could tell the boys were trying to not look at me but all struggling a lot not to look at me I walked through the gardens and saw newt and Thomas messing around Thomas sore me and dropped his knife 

“what’s the matter with you tommy?” newt asks before he noticed me his eyes going wide for a second before smirking at me “oh hey love” he smirks at me “you look nice today” he smirks

“thanks newt” I smirk kissing his cheek and wondering off to my work just a little further away 

“lucky shank” Thomas sighs 

“what?” newt asked him 

“she shucking kissed you man” he sighs 

“yeah, she does all the times its kinda normal” he shrugs 

“then why don’t you… you know, ask her out?” he asks

“don’t think I’ve tried, she doesn’t want a boyfriend tommy, she just likes teasing me” 

A Different Fate chapter 1

I find myself falling deeper into the feathery blankets, sinking, smothered by the sheets. The edges of my eyes grow darker. Shadows surround me until I’m lost in the night.

~

Blinding white is all I see.

Stark contrast from the darkness I was plunged into.

All I hear is equivalent to a Banshees scream. Sharp constant ringing. Almost too high to hear.

Time has no meaning.

Every sense overloaded to the point of destruction.

And then nothingness.

~

The whiteness fades into reality.

I begin to see a figure breaking through the light. Walking to me.

Cal.

He marches in, royalty and command written on his face.

I sit up so fast almost falling over again, my swollen stomach in the way. In one swift motion Cal crosses the room and is at my side. One hand resting in the nape of my neck the other curling around my waist pulling me to his warmth as he sits on the edge of my bed. My lips are on his instinctively along with my arms wrapped around his neck. As familiar as breathing and just as crucial as oxygen.

I pull away our foreheads resting against each other. Eye to eye. Our hands intertwined holding on to each other like a life line.

“Cal what’s going on?” I whisper hoarsely.

Confusion flickers in his eyes I search them for anything more as he does the same to me.

Somehow we’re too close yet too far. There’s a strange shift. The baby moving inside me, I lower my eyes to my bump and swallow hard.

A sparkle glints on my hand. I pull out of Cal’s grasp bringing my hand right to eye level. The horrendous red stone tinting my world red as I look through it.

I’m married.

I look back at Cal his eyes are cold now, shoulders tense.

I’m not married to Cal.

I’m married to Maven.

“Cal,” I say barely a whisper, “is this baby yours?”

His eyes are fire again yet he jumps away from me as if I burned him. “Are you trying to tell me something?” He’s trying to be harsh but he’s voice falls out.

My thoughts are drowning. Somehow I’ve been catapulted into a reversed universe. All my memories swirl like Elara used to sift through my mind.

“Where’s Julian?” Desperation creeps into my voice “Julian can help me.” I grasp at Cal’s arms pleading.

His bronze eyes study me closely as he nods, “we’ll go to Julian. But I need to know one thing… am I the father?” He swallows hard and turns away from me.

I freeze. I don’t know. I don’t know what this Mare has been up to. She- I married Maven, Cal just ran in here and kissed me. That wasn’t a sibling-in-law kiss far from it. Clearly I haven’t been a faithful wife. It’s not like I could ever be happy with Maven.

“Yes Cal,” I grab his hand and place it where the baby’s head seems to be. He blinks back tears quickly.

A/N sorry I’m the worst idk if I’m even continuing this but here you go the prologue is under the tag #A Different Fate

You see, I write my plans on the water so it’s easy to forget. And that’s because I cannot make them happen. I’ve always been a person up to no good — chasing for a reason to believe that I could do things my mind has imagined. But things are just doing its best to keep me in walking through the path of desolation — crushing the faith I have within. Or at least I have let the cosmos do everything for myself and let the thought of gravity succumb me to the core that only if it happens freely, then it’s meant for me.

film rec list

modern vampire films let the right one in, thirst, only lovers left alive, a girl walks home alone at night

woman descending into madness persona, through a glass darkly, a woman under the influence, rosemary’s baby, antichrist, repulsion, queen of earth

two lovers on the run wild at heart, badlands, gun crazy, pierrot le fou, bonnie and clyde, true romance, natural born killers

same-sex love stories happy together, show me love, water lilies, the handmaiden, brokeback mountain, my beautiful launderette

really weird romcoms i’m a cyborg but that’s ok, the lobster, lars and the real girl, harold and maude

ready to cry? the hunt, dancer in the dark, requiem for a dream, mulholland drive, au hazard balthazar

best ensemble cast movies inglourious basterds, apocalypse now, beetlejuice, magnolia, the royal tenenbaums, eastern promises

old black and white movies that definitely still hold up and you should watch them the night of the hunter, psycho, dr. strangelove, a streetcar named desire, the third man, bunny lake is missing

youth culture films a clockwork orange, sid and nancy, jubilee, gummo, stranger than paradise, if…, the doom generation

9

I am not a poet.
I am a scientist,
and there is nothing a scientist loves more
than the pursuit
of discovery

(requested by @elloette)

my future child: tell me a story 

me: i walked through the door with you, the air was cold, but something ‘bout it felt like home somehow and I left my scarf there at your sister’s house and you’ve still got it in your drawer even now. Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We’re singing in the car, getting lost Upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days and I know it’s long gone, and that magic’s not here no more, and I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all. cause there we are again on that little town street you almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me, wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. you used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin sized bed, and your mother’s telling stories about you on a tee ball team, you taught me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me and I know it’s long gone and there was nothing else I could do and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to…cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light down the stairs, i was there, i remember it all too well, yeah. well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest, i’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here cause I remember it all, all, all… too well. time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it, i’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it, after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone…but you keep my old scarf from that very first week cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me, you can’t get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah. 'cause there we are again, when I loved you so back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known it was rare, I was there, i remember it all too well, wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all, down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all, it was rare, I was there, i remember it all too well

I think “I cried at the (reprise)” is the perfect summary of my life.

henrik: you know in like the third episode when i walk through the yard

me, having watched this scene somewhere between 74 and 253 times: actually it was in the second episode, more specifically in the third clip called “ikke vær frekk”, talk show host by radiohead was playing in the background, it was a very smart reference to baz luhrmann’s romeo and juliet, one of the best slow motion walk scene in tv history