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What was that noise? Is that someone outside? Wtf? Why is there knocking? Why bother eating if its only me? I just want to come home to someone. Why do I try so hard and share it with no one. I feel so aloneeee. Why does everyone leave me??? why am i me???
One time I saw a post here on tumblr where someone said that every bisexual they’ve ever met does finger-guns and as I truly contemplated that statement, reflecting on myself, I thought “I don’t do finger guns…” then, yesterday, I was washing my hands in the bathroom, thinking about I don’t even know what and I realized that I do the noise that goes with finger guns. I froze, looked up at myself in the mirror and realized I do use finger guns except I only do one and I felt oddly validated in my sexuality. the end.
explain dnd to someone who's never heard of it or played it.
the reason why RPGs exist. it’s THE video game before video games were video games. so imagine playing Skyrim without an Xbox or a Tv.
How would you do it? first, you’d need a narrator telling you what’s going on “You’re walking along the snowy path and you hear the slow growling of a creature around the corner of a wall you’re about to curve around.”
and then, as the player, instead of directing the character with a controller, you say what you do.
“I ready my weapon. I want to sneak up and see what is making the noise.”
Now this is where the gameplay comes in. The narrator, or the GM/DM as it is known, is going to have you make a skill check.
“Roll for stealth”
You have dice, and you have a paper (or an app) that’ll have your stats. You roll the dice and then correspond with your stats. Typically with a 20 sided die. A 1 is a critical failure, and a 20 is a critical success. anything in between you’d have to refer to your skill sheet for the appropriate modifiers (don’t worry about this right now).
“You turn the corner expertly watching your footing as to make sure you don’t step on any twigs or dead leaves buried beneath the snow and you are face to face with a dragon, asleep, on his bounty of gold and treasures completely unaware of your presence”
Now, DND, there is no rules when it comes to what you can do. You could say “I want to take some gold and leave”, you could say “I want to check for magical items” or you could initiate an attack, or you can maybe try and befriend the dragon. Maybe you didn’t even want to know what the hell was making that noise. Maybe you rolled a perception check and the DM told you it was indeed a dragon and you got the fuck out of there - you can do that. Whatever your imagination can come up with is possible in the game.
DND is what you make it. Some DMs put music for ambiance, some people dress up, some people have game boards and minis so you can visually see what’s going on (it gets hard to keep track of people’s locations during battles so this is necessary to some degree), some people play the same game for years, or do a game for one night - it’s whatever you want. You don’t have to roleplay but it’s a lot of fun when you’re really invested. and if you get a group of cool people together it can get hilarious.
I’d recommend watching Critical Role if you’re curious as to how DND is played. CritRole isn’t the only way DND is played but they’re really good at what they do.
Request: “Could you write buckyxreader where the reader has a speech impediment.”
Warning: Angst, descriptions of blood
A/N: This was a request by @gondorgirl01 a very very very long time ago, but I never got around to writing it before now. I’m apologizing though, I promised you fluff, but the angst wrote itself. Haha. I wanted to post this on your birthday, but I was like, “nope, not gonna angst her this hard on her b-day, that’s just plain rude”. I love you girl, and I promise to make up for this angst with some fluff for you at some other point! hehe. Love you! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!
You didn’t know what it was about Bucky that drew you to him.
All you knew was that the pull you had towards him was like a magnet to steel.
Every time he would enter the room, every time he would speak, every time he would smile, the pull became stronger and stronger.
Your mother told you it was because girls were born with an instinct to fix what was broken, but you knew that wasn’t the case.
You didn’t want to fix Bucky because it wasn’t your job to fix him. He was broken, yes, but no one but himself could fix that. It was a battle he had to fight on his own.
But you wanted to help. You wanted to be there for Bucky, to support him in his journey to recovery.
That was all you really wanted to do, but you didn’t know how. Bucky spoke to all the Avengers, he was kind, he did his very best to show the Avengers the gratitude he felt, and you wanted to talk to him as well. You wanted to assure him that all the Avengers including yourself were happy to have him here, were happy to help him, were happy to be part of his life. You wanted to tell him that so badly, but you couldn’t. And that was probably the hardest fact for you to swallow each and every day when you saw him. A million words you wanted to say, but the only thing you could do was smile bright his way and hope he understood why you were the only one who couldn’t say a word to him.
Can you imagine the avengers going to a fair or a carnival and right when they get there Steve,Bucky,Thor,Clint and Bruce all decided to play a game to see who can win Tony the biggest stuff Animal and they try their best and they all go look for Tony afterwards just find him sitting down sipping on lemonade with a faint bunny( like the one from im3) and they ask him where he got that from and all Tony does is shrug his shoulders and just says "Natasha won it for me" leaving the rest speechless
Eek I didn’t see Bucky in there until after I posted! Sorry!
It all starts with Thor bragging about the hedgehog he won for Lady Jane. It took several tries, but he eventually got enough small toys to work up to a large green hedgehog which she affectionately calls Bruce. (Bruce flushes bright red even if he’s somehow flattered.)
“I won Natasha a stuffed banana wearing sunglasses,” Clint butts in smugly. “She still has it.”
“I do,” Natasha allows, but does not add anything else.
Thor stares, and does not know how to ask whether the banana looks as stupid as it sounds without insulting either of them.
“I once won a little white teddy bear at Coney Island,” Steve muses. “Where you threw the ring over the bottlenecks? I gave it to my date and she really warmed up to me. She went on to move to LA and live in sin with a woman. God, she was cool.”
“I won Betty a stuffed snake,” Bruce muses. “Or, well, she helped me win. You know that trick where guys put their arms around a girl to help her aim? She did that with me.”
“Aw,” Clint cooed. “That’s sweet.”
They all turn to look at Tony expectantly. He glances up from his tablet and jumps when he notices them staring at him. “What?!”
“Haven’t you won a prize for someone?” Bruce asks patiently.
“Oh. No, there’s no challenge in carnival games, and eventually the carnies get mad at you for figuring out how they’re rigged,” Tony says, looking back at his tablet. “And no one ever wants to win something for me.”
“We’re going to the carnival for our next outing,” Clint hisses, and everyone agrees.
(”This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen,” Tony says when Natasha shyly shows him her stuffed banana, sunglasses hanging on by a thread. “I love it.”)
Tony eventually catches wind of what’s happening and when they arrive at the carnival he says, “I am going to eat my weight in elephant ears and lemonade and whoever brings me the biggest prize gets a kiss on the cheek and gets to be talked up at the next press conference.”
The other Avengers scatter, except for Natasha, who wants a strawberry funnel cake, and she knows Tony will buy it for her if she lets him have a bite.
Bruce returns with a little stuffed duck because he knows he’s not very good at carnival games. Tony names it Peep and he tucks it on his lap while he eats.
Clint, Steve, and Thor arrive, pretty smug with their giant teddy bears and giraffes they’ve won, but then their jaws drop when they see Tony carefully fixing Peep onto a giant yellow rabbit’s shoulder with his tie.
“What the fuck!?” Clint sputters as Steve and Thor make offended noises because what stall was even giving those out?!
“Natasha won it for me,” Tony says, smitten.
Natasha appears from behind the rabbit smugly and points at her cheek. “Pucker up, lover-boy.”
Tony leans in to kiss her cheek. “Muah! And you get credit for saving the day next time regardless of who actually does.”
“I win,” Natasha informed everyone, and would probably be smug about this for decades.
Pls could you do the first time Nico ever kisses Will in front of their friends?? And they always keep pda to a complete minimum so all of their friends are like what!!!! Just happened!!!
Nico had pretty much settled into the Camp Half-Blood routine.
Prophecies were standard, capture the flag was always a train wreck waiting to happen. Nico enjoyed meals at the Apollo table and camp fires (though he’d fiercely deny it when confronted) and teaching the others sword skills.
In the years since the Giant War, Nico had found a place for himself. Or, not so much found - more like he made a place for himself. Found half a reason to stay and clung to it til his feet were halfway in the ground, and Chiron and Mr. D had no choice but to redecorate the Hades cabin so as not to look like an apocalyptic base camp.
He liked it all. Well, most of it - bar the Stoll brothers and Clarisse’s temper and Leo’s… actually, most of Leo’s general behaviour. But the best part was definitely, by far, the lazy days.
i think this little guy…….is a carter. this looks like a carter to me. he’s a good and descriptive little shrimp. he is very polite, enjoys long swims at the beach with the one he loves. will swim in ur hands if you cup water in them while u stare at the sunset
this is dennis, he’s seen some things but he’s doing his best, a little paranoid, loves buzzfeed unsolved but can’t sleep at night after he watches an episode
this shrimp is lindsay, she’s good and bold and good to send to ur friends when u wanna explain to them the glories of the shrimp emoji. she loves watching food network but cant cook for shit
this is carl, hi carl. allergic to everything, constantly needs tissues, a little nerdy. loves minecraft and asks his friends to play it with him
this is shiloh, she’s very sporty and loves playing sports but more than that, loves being gay. her shrimp-sized room is full of empty shrimp-sized water bottles bc u gotta stay hydrated
this is carmen, she goes to the movies all the time and always sneaks in outside meals. her biggest accomplishment is sneaking in a whole boston market dinner when she went to see the dark knight rises. loves cats
this is max, he’s sorta lazy, afraid of kites, draws at a constant. a tiny bit of a know it all, has more books than can fit on his bookshelf and has them piling onto the floor.
this is bobert, he’s seen some things but bobert is doing the best he can. internally screaming, afraid of the dark, still takes a huge running jump onto his bed instead of walking up to it.
this is junebug, she’s cynical and pretty much annoyed at sort of everything. responds with “my house” when someone asks her what would she save in a house fire. hates loud noises even though she yells at a constant
I was going to make something really nice for your birthday, @markiplier, and I spent hours working- working on a drawing of your face, and then one of Chica, and then I tried one in an Animal Crossing style for some reason, and then at one point I think I had a Darkiplier phase- but everything just looked horrible.
Then I panicked and drew a pigeon.
I hope you like the pigeon anyway. His name is Henry.
What about aliens and human music? Our music is weird, even if aliens did use words in their music, they might not who knows, but if they did, our music is weird. So is the sort of elitism that can build around it. People who think that punk is dead or that rap sucks. It’s weird. If I find it weird than aliens definitely would.
The humans of the crew often listened to what they called ‘music’ while they worked. Deltonid, one of the non human crew members that worked in the same sector as the humans often had trouble figuring out what was music and what was just noise. What made matters even worse, was that sometimes they had spoken parts, so xie would pay attention to what the humans were saying, thinking it was something important, only for it to turn out to be part of some song.