Friendship is Magic

Context: I’m DMing for a party of 3 against an evil cleric, with a sorcerer, war cleric, and rouge.

Sorcerer: I’m going to write an explosive rune on this pillar

Me: Ok then, go ahead

Sorcerer: Now I’m going to use “Charm person” on the enemy

Me: (Rolls for Cleric and loses) He reluctantly becomes your friend

Me: (Actively trying to roll for the enemy to resist and failing)

Sorcerer: Hey Buddy! Check this out! *Points to explosive rune*

Villain: *Reads the explosive rune*

The rune blows up and knocks back everyone, knocking out the war cleric and severely injuring everyone else.

When the rains blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

The evening shadows and the stars appear
There is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve know it from the moment that we met
There’s no doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There ain’t nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storm’s are raging on a rolling sea
Down the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
But you ain’t seen nothing like me yet

There ain’t nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the end’s of the earth for you
Make you happy, make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love

Legalize Heroin!

When people talk about ending the drug war, they usually mean “no one should go to prison for marijuana.” There’s no doubt the public has shifted its collective opinion on pot—currently, a majority of Americans believe it should be as legal, regulated, and taxed as tobacco and alcohol—and naturally, politicians are beginning to sense the way the wind is blowing. But elected officials, like people at large, are less gun-ho about legalizing the harder drugs.

First, let’s clarify that no one is recommending that we all follow Philip Seymour Hoffman’sexample and start shooting up. Heroin is awful. Don’t do heroin. It fucks up your life. But as the case of the fentanyl-cut heroin that has killed 22 people in Pittsburgh illustrates, the only thing worse than legal heroin is illegal heroin.

In the aftermath of Hoffman’s death, Jeff Deeney, a former drug addict who now works as a social worker, wrote a piece in the Atlantic that calls for treating heroin like a health issue, not a criminal act. All the nasty effects of this drug—and all the reasons not to do it—are magnified by the threat of prison, the stigma that leads to shame and secrecy, and the increased of HIV and infection that comes with sharing needles. According to Deeney, if Hoffman had access to a space where it was legal to shoot heroin and where doctors could supervise users, he might still be alive. Why doesn’t the US have any such sites, though Vancouver, Canada, does? Why the hell isn’t Naloxone, the much-touted miracle drug that stops opioid overdoses, not available over the counter? Why isn’t it passed out in urban health clinics like candy? Out of the 1.5 million peoplearrested for drug crimes in 2012, 82 percent were for possession, and 16.5 percent of those were for cocaine, heroin, or associated drugs. Did those arrests do anyone any good?

One reason legalizing pot is more popular than legalizing heroin is that far more people smoke than shoot. At least 100 million people in the US have done marijuana, while the number of frequent heroin users has stayed under half a million for decades. But use (which isn’t necessarily addiction) has nearly doubled since 2007—one survey calculated that 669,000 Americans had done heroin in 2012, compared with 373,000 in 2007. (This may be because some former pill addicts move on to heroin, as Hoffman did).

That’s what prohibition (which includes policies that levy draconian punishments for pill possession) does—it causes rippling effects in human behavior. It does not stop drug use, though it may change a user’s drug of choice. Regardless, it’s time to give up trying to scare addicts into getting healthy and do what Portugal did in 2001 and decriminalize all drugs. Laws can’t stop people from using drugs, they can only make drug use a more harrowing experience for addicts who have to deal with jail time and police harassment and products that, thanks to a lack of oversight, may contain dangerous chemicals.

This country needs to grow up and realize that the legal system is a hammer, and drug users and addicts are not nails. End the drug war. End it all.

And now on to some bad cops of the week

We’re playing an evil campaign in which we are taking over the world to ready it for Cthulhu’s awakening. However, a party full of chaotic evil characters comes with a bunch of thievery, betrayal, and murder. In our last session, our mad scientist party member, Mival, decided it would be fun to blow up Aeryn, our sorcerer, while he was busy intimidating slaves. Aeryn’s player was not happy.

Aeryn (OOC): I am going to murder you.

Mival (OOC): Come on, don’t be bitter.

Aeryn (OOC): Don’t be bitter? YOU BLEW ME UP

Mival (OOC): I did not blow you up. You’re exaggerating


Confession: The lengths people go to in order to defend the characters they like, no matter what they do is worrying. Isabela lies, betrays and steals which results in deaths…”but she’s a pirate!” people say…oh, yes I guess that makes it better >_>. Her choice of career doesn’t give her immunity, I doubt any real life pirate was spared the gallows because ‘you can’t hang me for my crimes, i’m a pirate what did you expect duh’.

Anders blows up the chantry (which in DA:I is described as having killed over a hundred) but it’s fine see and it’s totally justifed because…Anders. He’s a terrorist and one who is largly doesn’t care much about the loss of innocent life. I could list everyone from ach game but that’d take forever. The point is, can we all just be rational when talking about characters instead of wrapping them up in cotton wool. You can like a character as much as you want, but pretending they have no faults, or that their actions all equal good because they’re the ones doing it…too far.

Ninjago Ask Meme
  • Kai: Do you ever feel insignificant?
  • Cole: Are you afraid of failing and disappointing the one's you love?
  • Jay: Are you afraid of what people really think of you?
  • Zane: Do you ever feel ostracized by those closest to you?
  • Nya: When a task is seemingly impossible, do you blow or up or do you stay calm enough to think through it?
  • Lloyd: When something doesn't go your way how angry do you get?
  • Garmadon: Would you sacrifice yourself for others?
  • Wu: How many secrets are you keeping from your friends and family?
  • Skylor: Family or friends?
  • Chen: Would you steal from others to benefit yourself?
  • Clouse: Are you loyal to a fault or do you have your doubts?
  • Ronin: How willing are you to do something that would yield no reward?
  • Misako: Would you leave someone you loved behind to keep them safe?
  • Cyrus Borg: How heavily do you rely on technology?
  • Dareth: Do people ever make you feel useless?

Context: A group of runners who had a policy of never leaving a man behind, alive or dead, just witnessed one of their members fail a grenade throw spectacularly, managing to kill the bad guys but blowing himself up in the process.

Runner looks around at what’s left of his teammate: “We’re going to need a sponge and an empty mayonnaise jar… Definitely going to need a sponge.”

NaruSaku headcanon: For their first actual date, Naruto tried his hardest to impress Sakura, taking her out to a fancy restaurant and almost blowing what he had left of his savings. He hated the place and the food but tried to enjoy himself anyway.

The next day Sakura showed up at his apartment with ramen (supplied by the very supportive staff at ichiraku) and told him that if he ever made himself miserable for her again she’d kick him to suna and back.

That was when he knew without a doubt that he’d one day marry this woman.

I'm just thinking about Trio-era muggleborns and I can't.

They have to leave behind their Gameboy Colors and their N64s so they spend entire summers playing through Zelda games and getting blisters on their hands from Mario Party, or becoming Pokémon masters.

The older kids go through a grunge phase where they get in trouble for wearing Garbage and Nirvana t-shirts instead of the school button downs but they persist so much that the professors give up even trying to give them detention.

Some particularly talented Ravenclaws figure out how to charm their Pokémon cards so the battles come to life.

The girls wear their hair in No Doubt Era Gwen Stefani mini buns and own Merlin knows how many butterfly clips.

Someone brings in a neon pink inflatable couch and all hell breaks loose when they blow it up.

N*Sync vs BSB fights with MAGIC.

The younger kids bemoaning having to wait until the orange tapes come out to catch up on their favorite Nicktoons.

Lisa Frank binders and notebooks.

90’s muggleborns.


Taylor I HOPE you know how much strength and happiness you have given me. Thank you so much for making music, and music that has meaning and thank you for giving me powerful words that I take with me everywhere I go. When I’m having a bad day, when I’m not sure of myself, when I’m sad or when I just feel alone. I go to these and I instantly smile. You have truly made 7 years of my life worthwhile and I REALLY hope I get the chance to thank you someday soon in person for making it so wonderful. I love you so so so so much. If you happened to pass by this on your tumblr but I doubt you will because your feed blows up but if you do thank you thank you thank you for taking the time out for making me feel important and worthwhile. I love you more then you’ll ever know, love megan.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

—  Author Unknown
Baby's First Word (Calum)

This is quite short and I don’t really think its that good in quality but I will let you guys be the judge of that. Sorry about the length but I really just wanted to put something out today.

“Come on baby, say daddy” Smiling down at his five month old baby girl Ava laying flat on her back while her dad dressed her for the day. “Daddy, come on its easy sunshine da-ddy" 

You laughed from the bathroom "Sweetie, don’t push her she will talk when she’s ready”

Calum sighed and watched his little girl blow bubbles while grabbing at her feet. “I know but me and the lads go away for the interview tour in three days and what if she says it when I’m away?”

“Then I will film it honey, you’re only going away for a week I doubt that she will say it. Stop stressing!” You leaned down and kissed his cheek before scooping up Ava into your arms and bouncing her on your hip.


It was time to say goodbye to Calum, you were currently at the airport and everyone seemed to be crying or silent. The lads had not been away from their family’s in over two years. They decided to take a break from being 5 seconds of summer to be family men, but now it was time for them to go back into the spotlight and become a band again. Your little girl was getting restless in your arms, trying to wiggle out of your grip and holding her arms out to Calum.

Even at her young age she knew that her daddy was not going to be with her for a little while and she didn’t like that.

“Ava honey, wave bye bye to daddy.” You sniffled and Ava started to cry as she watched Calum and her uncles walk away


Both you and Calum looked at her with wide eyes.

"She said Daddy!” Calum started jumping up and down running back to you both and scooping Ava up and spinning her around. “My clever little girl”

Ava squealed in delight at her daddy’s antics and started to chant “Daddy Daddy!”

Even though Calum was heartbroken that he would still have to leave his daughter and his wife, hearing his little girl say his name made the departure a little more easier than expected. 

That feel when your world is crashing down around you… all your worst fears, the whispers of doubt that laid seed in your mind, come to life.

Tanaka became a terrorist to force the government to give Ajin their human rights. Akiyama warned him it would only cause people to fear and hate Ajin, and that life would become more difficult for them as a result. He knew Satou was no good.

What will you do now, Tanaka…?

I’m so slain by the fact that Gen and Takahashi are, as usual, laughing their asses off in the background while Tanaka has a panic attack. No one is taking this seriously.

My poor boy. Someone please save Tanaka…

abusive households are a lot less “straightforward” than a lot of people are led to believe like it can be so subtle and insidious that sometimes u doubt ur own perception - until something blows out of proportion. i’ve made the mistake to confess like maybe 10% of what was going on in my life to the wrong people that were so used to the public image of my family that they doubted me and almost called me a liar to my face and tried to make me think that i was overreacting and that i was making things up, because they couldn’t connect what they thought they knew about my background and what i was telling them. it’s so ugly and cruel and despairing when u try to reach out but nobody takes ur hand because they think abuse is a violent 24/7 thing, which it can be, but sometimes it’s a lot less obvious than that and the biggest disservice u can do to a victim of parental abuse is to belittle/doubt them and their experience 

I'll admit it ...

The fact that Rumbelle got married when there’s still soooo much he’s keeping from her doesn’t sit right with me, but I have no doubt all that’s gonna blow up in his face sooner rather than later next season, so I can set it aside and enjoy the scene for what it was.

And what it was, was beautiful.  Seriously, one of my favorite scenes in the series to date.  Yes, it was Rumple and Belle’s wedding, but it was so much more than that, it was about more than them.  It was about everything this show encompasses, everything it embodies.  In Rumbelle, you have the best parts of all the four core ships of the show, and I love love love the way they were all incorporated into it.  How each part of the vows perfectly mirrored another couple on the show.

Rumbelle may not get the most screentime, and they may not be the focus of the show … but they are, really and truly, the heart of what it’s all about.  They are the reason we knew to begin with, that the love on this show wasn’t all going to be pretty and perfect, like Snowing.  That sometimes it could be twisted and dark and scary, that sometimes it could appear hopeless … but that all you need is one person who believes in you, and you can be pulled out of the darkness.

They’re the reason we can have ships like Captain Swan, and Outlaw Queen, so yes, we should all be happy that they exist, whether you ship them or not, Rumbelle kinda stands for all of us.

David, you've lost me

If Jeremy Corbyn is a ‘terrorist sympathiser’ for doubting that blowing up Syria is the best course of action, then I am too David.

You’re not as bad as Hitler mate, nowhere near - but one of the tenants of Fascism is to prevent discourse by accusation. By chucking Corbyn, Labour, Lefties and others into the Daesh pot you’ve managed to create even more separation at a time when the World needs to be glued back together.

Myself? I wish you would stop the faux-conservative leather-over-a-fat-balloon mouthpiece act you’ve got going on and be a proper leader, able to listen and judge and move the country forward as a unit.

I cannot believe anyone could vote for your party - a party of win-at-all costs with an overwhelming lack of a moral fucking compass. People with conservative beliefs should not be an enemy, but the other side of our coin yet your party feeds and thrives on the jingoistic attitudes of times long gone and well forgotten.

You’re a relic.

Gave Me You

Originally posted by nothingbutcuddles

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on God Gave Me You by Blake Shelton as requested by a wonderful Nonny, and it is imagine #7 for week #5. I have to admit, I struggled with this one, so I’m sorry if it’s complete crap and too cheesy.

Gave Me You


I’ve been a walking heartache
I’ve made a mess of me
The person that I’ve been lately
Ain’t who I wanna be

But you stay here right beside me
And watch as the storm blows through
And I need you

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true
God gave me you
Gave me you


He searches his memory as he paces the waiting room. He goes over the whole day, step by step, trying to remember if he told her he loved her this morning before he left, but he’s coming up blank. He curses, kicking the trash can so violently he cracks the plastic.

“Happy,” Tig’s voice calls from behind him and turning he stares at one of his closest friends. “What the hell happened brother?” He shakes his head, his legs buckling but thankfully Tig stands close enough to catch him and get him into a chair.

“They said it was an accident,” Happy murmurs dropping his head into his hands, “I don’t remember the last time I told her I loved her, Tig. She was alone, and scared, and I don’t think I told her I love her this morning.”


There’s more here than what we’re seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You’ll always be love’s great martyr
And I’ll be the flattered fool
And I need you

God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true
God gave me you


“Your wife survived a significant car accident Mr. Lowman, but preliminary tests show normal brain function, she sustained a few lacerations, a bruised kidney, and a cracked rib, to be honest, Brandie is incredibly lucky. Most people don’t survive an accident like hers. She’ll come around when she’s ready Mr. Lowman. Now comes the hard part; the long wait,” the doctor say sand with a nod Happy turns his attention back to Brandie.

He brushes the hair from her forehead, careful to avoid the bandage over her left eye. She’s breathing on her own, which according to the doctors is a good sign, despite the fact that she hasn’t woken up yet, and when the doctor leaves him alone with her he lowers the rail on the side of the bed. Picking up her hand he presses his lips to her hand.

“It’s time to wake up now baby,” he murmurs against her skin. “You didn’t survive a wreck like that to die now.” He watches her and when nothing changes he just shakes his head. “Always were stubborn. That’s okay, I can wait you out.”


On my own I’m only
Half of what I could be
I can’t do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo

Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it’s true


Six days have passed and with each passing day he worries more and more that she isn’t going to come back to him, and part of him is furious that no one else seems to be sharing in his panic. He paces her hospital room, chewing at his toothpick.

“Happy,” Gemma’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, “you should go home. Get some rest.”

“I’m not leaving this hospital without her Gem,” he says shaking his head.

“At least get something to eat. You’ll be no good to her if you make yourself sick,” she says and he knows she’s right, but he’s afraid to leave. “Come one, Tiggy will take you down to the cafeteria, buy you lunch.”

He goes reluctantly but before his foot so much as steps outside of his room he looks back at where his wife lays, and tells her he loves her.


He splashes water on his face, hoping it will help him catch another wind, but the exhausting is bone deep. He’s caught a glimpse in the last six days what his life would be like without her, and he can’t comprehend a life without her.

He feels like he’s half alive. Living and breathing, sure, but not really alive. He pulls the beeping cellphone from his pocket and swears his heart stops.

He runs as fast as his legs will carry him ignoring the nurses and doctors who tell him to slow down, coming to a halt only when he’s in her room.

He finds her sitting up, a smile on her lips, and with a sob locked in his throat he goes to her, burying his face into her neck.


Later, with Happy sound asleep in the bed beside her, she searches her memory. She doesn’t remember much, but she knows, even without being told that it was Happy’s voice that called to her, coaxed her back.

She drops a kiss to his head and with her eyes turned towards the ceiling she smiles softly.

“Thank you for giving him to me,” she whispers, and closing her eyes she drifts to sleep.


God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you