not just ‘he would not fucking say that’ but ‘he would not, under torture, admit that’
is it true? yes. could you waterboard it out of him? absolutely the fuck not.
the genius of megamind (beyond the obvious genius ofc) is that it's superman parody actually presents a genuinely unsettling depiction of the "hero" that I like wayyy better than "what if superman was evil" or "what if superman was wrong"... it's "what if superman didn't care"
I wouldn’t say he “didn’t care” more like he was burnt out
He played the role since he was a child and now is in his what 30s? 40s?
He knew there was never any real danger with Megamind in charge so decided to pursue something that’s a passion and doesn’t come naturally easy to him
but it was still a dick move
(via @uwugenides )
buffy summers really is the most character ever. she averted the apocalypse multiple times. she came back from the dead twice. she fought dracula and won. her first impulse when someone said they thought she was just a myth was to tell them "you were myth-taken." she led a workers' uprising while wielding a hammer and sickle. she couldn't fucking drive. she killed a demon with a rocket launcher stolen from the us military. she was really into figure skating. once she fucked so hard that the building she was in collapsed. she got a job slinging burgers. and she was even bisexual
One under-appreciated breed of fic writer are the ones who hyperfocus on logistics to the exclusion of all canon shortcuts, and thus usually strike upon an awesome way to flesh out the worldbuilding or characters.
Like, I’m not necessarily talking realism here since often it’s still pretty far from realistic, but more like, “someone has to be running spies in this fantasy kingdom, and we’ve seen the whole royal court, so which background character is it? How does that change these three major interactions?” Or “real life historical nobility did in fact have some things to do that were like jobs, how does this human disaster cope with running an estate?” Or “there’s no reason for a sci-fi robot detective to know how to whitewater kayak, where’d she learn?” Or “if this guy is serving the emperor directly he has to be way high up in the space empire servant hierarchy, why is he doing this menial task for someone else? What’s his motive? Does he perhaps have the secret space telepathy?”
Anyway I’m always DELIGHTED to find a fic or writer who asks these questions because the fics themselves are universally bangers.
person who knows how logistical things works has picked up the cannon, hefted it thoughtfully, and put a single chalk mark precisely on the problem.
Questions I ask of any setting:
- Where does the food come from?
- where does the waste go?
- Where do the people who make the food and deal with the waste come from?
- how do they get the stuff they need to do those things?
- how do they sort out conflicts when both sides are sure they’re in the right?
then I just keep asking where/how/why for every new level of answer until the world is full of detail!
i like the way my DM does skill checks. 1 is not failure and 20 is not success, its "worst outcome" and "best outcome". if my artificer rolls a 1 on welding two simple pieces of metal together, im not gonna forget how to do it suddenly, its just gonna look like shit and be hella embarrassing. there are also different passing numbers for different characters. an 18 for a character who never paid the gods much attention, but does have an interest in history, might get "the writing seems ritualistic, and the tools you assume were used to make it date back to 2,000-5,000 years ago" where a paladin might know exactly what they mean on a 12. similarly, the ranger could roll nature to see if a potion is poison, but a character who isnt from the area and wouldnt know shit about the ingredients could roll deception on the person offering the potion to see if theyre being a suspicious lil bitch
it feels like my backstory and personality matters, yanno?
This is pretty good advice!
I take it one step further - I never, ever embarrass or humiliate characters. Ever. If you're a skilled Artificer and you fail to weld two plates together it's because your equipment failed or someone interrupted or the copper was shitty (and now you'll have to go beat up the shifty merchant who sold it to you).
I don't want to sound like one of those Tumblrinas who missed the point by focusing on one specific part so I just want to be clear here I'm adding to the point - best and worst outcomes are great! Take it one step further and remove fault from the character at all.
Better yet, ask yourself why a skilled craftsperson is rolling for something as basic as simple welding. Before calling for any roll, especially in D&D where you have an equal chance of fucking it up as succeeding every time, consider the question: what would be interesting if this went wrong?
If the answer you come up with doesn't further the story or open an opportunity for character development then don't call for a roll!
Solid GMing advice
The buxom, fighting, free-living, and generally scandalous ladies of Illustrated Police News (1896-1898)
(Courtesy of @yesterdaysprint)
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Anonymous asked:
Tumblr is so fun bc someone will blog something like “tummy ache: 2 dead 3 injured” and you look on there profile and they’re 29yrs of age
do you have a problem with our aging populace having tummy aches. are our senior citizens just a joke to you
Finishing off the year with an idea I've wanted to paint for a while, a cat in the clouds ☁️
Anonymous asked:
leverage ot3 modern fantasy coffee shop au? (sorry if this is a bit specific)
Everyone knew that if you went to the Bridgeport Brew Café with a problem, you might not leave with a solution, but you would at least leave with an idea on how to fix it. Either that or a newer, more interesting problem, depending on who you were. The place was open seemingly at random, sometimes late at night, sometimes during normal business hours for weeks on end, only to be closed and dark and impossible to find the week after. But if you knew where to look, you could always find it.
The guy who ran it was the least stereotypical kitchen witch you could imagine, his little beaded braids trucked behind his ear, his big broad hands stained with all kinds of ingredients. He usually took one look at you before grabbing a pastry from the display, muttering about very distinctive stances or looks or sighs. Even if you didn't come in for a pastry, it was always exactly what you wanted.
The guy who owned the place was usually at a little table in the back, and if you complimented the coffee, he would take a look at whatever technology was acting up. And okay, maybe you got a lecture on not clicking links that were clearly enchanted, but in the end your phone was good as new and maybe even a little faster than when you bought it in the first place.
If you needed something stolen, or stolen back for you, all you had to do was wait for the day when the hot chocolate special was on and talk to the blonde lady. She never stole things you didn’t deserve to have in the first place, but her parameters for what people deserved were wildly different than you might expect. Sure, she stole back the jewelry your shitty ex had given to his new bae, but she refused to steal back the jazz records your mom had accidentally given away, saying you were better off without them anyway.
If you were very, very lucky, and you caught all three of them in the shop at the same time, everything tasted brighter, and better, and the place seemed lit up with sunshine even on the most dreary, rainy days.
If you didn’t have a tangible, clear problem, you could try striking up a conversation while sipping tea with the woman with dark hair, who could help untangle your words, your issues, your feelings, with just a few simple questions and the quirk of an eyebrow. If you wanted clarity, she was the person to talk to.
And sometimes, when everything went to shit, and you were in over your head, and nobody could or was willing to help you, and all you wanted was one of those big hot chocolates with the tiny star shaped marshmallows to drown your sorrows in, the witch at the counter would take one look at you, load you up with your drink and a pastry, shout ‘NATE’, and lead you to a back room where a man in an ugly fedora told you about providing... leverage.
cosmokramers-deactivated2018091
look sometimes we just gotta own that there are entire dimensions of romance straight people don’t understand, and it is my duty to help illuminate that truth
Porky Pig’s speech pattern deconstructed.
BRUH
honeydewhearts
:O that was amazing
ghdos
I always thought they were just random sounds. That’s kind of mind-blowing.
I’m over this man for making it seem so simple lol
cannedviennasausage
“And nobody can do that and that’s why I have job security.”
thetallblacknerd
This is from a documentary called ” I know that voice” and it’s on youtube
Do you ever eat popcorn out of the palm of your own hand with such ardent desperation that you feel like both a wild horse and the gentle schoolgirl feeding it treats to gain its affection
Hey there guys. It’s me, in 2022, commenting on this post from 2016. There’s been a lot of people on this site lately being like “oooh no don’t make viral uwu I’m so pathetic, little, and defenseless and my poor notifications can’t handle 10k reblogs” well first of all ALL of us are pathetic, little, and defenseless and secondly none of our notifications can handle 10k reblogs and thirdly I’m not a coward and I think this should have a million notes. Not because of its own merit as a post, I just think it’d be funny if when I turn 30 this year and I reflect on the greatest accomplishments of my life thus far, I have to at least consider putting “famous tumblr popcorn post” on the list
Hey there guys. It’s me, in 2023, in May specifically, I’m 30 and for the record it rules, I had a lil aging crisis and now I’m past that and I’m just like goddamn it is great being in my thirties and I had a wonderful birthday NO THANKS TO YOU GUYS
actually, much thanks to you guys. Some of you were inspiringly crazy about this post. Frankly you worked harder for this than I did, and your efforts were touching and inspiring and funny and yet we STILL FAILED. GUYS WE GOTTA PUT OUR EYES BACK ON THE BALL. We have ehhh about six months before I turn the big three-one, which is actually the most important birthday because now you’re in your thirties For Real, and I personally can’t think of a better way to ring in my 31st year of life than by trying and failing to do something that I was hoping to knock out in my twenties.
Good luck, kiddo
Are you satisfied, op? When will it be enough?
I feel I couldn’t have been clearer about the number at which this will be enough
You guys I had this whole fucking bit planned. I was gonna pathetically beg for notes for months. It was gonna be a whole progressively building thing. But you guys were, and I say this with complete affection, so fucking annoying to me personally and to everyone who follows you. Again, I really phoned this in. Some of you guys were just like “what if I replied every letter of the alphabet one at a time and then did it again.” And then reblogged it 30 times. That’s so much work to make some numbers go up and again so annoying to so many people. You all should be proud. I did literally ask for this. Your weird level of work made me feel connected to a sea of strangers who wanted me to succeed but also, and again I say this with affection and love, annoyed me deeply along the way.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
-Emily Dickinson
Happy Pride :)
Pay heed to Klaudia Amenábar's words! Don't let the executives weaponize fandoms. WGA Strong.
My guys it is starting to work, I've seen some people I know complaining about the writer's strike and turning against them because their favorite shows and/or movie got put on hold. Please do not be fooled like this, this is exactly what the corporations want. It can wait, I promise you will find other things to focus, but writers need this.
Reword every headline they put out. “Due to not wanting to give writers money, Marvel has shut down pre-production on…” You can end this strike any time you want to, pal.
"Marvel too cheap to pay writers, production shuts down"
"Disney too greedy to pay residuals, deletes shows/movies"
"Studios cut corners on safety, production values, writing, acting, etc. in order to make more money; won't share with anyone below CEO level"
This.
100% this.
All of this. 100%.
"Marvel is being fuckfaces again, film at 11"