musicalhell:

queenofattolia:

yaushie:

so who else gets irrationally afraid and embarrassed about their interests being known to people in real life

#i’m not embarrassed but#i hate the thought of having to guard what i love#and defend any of my interests to others#people are the worst i don’t want them to know me

I call this “residual anxiety from being bullied for everything that made me even slightly unusual every day in junior high.”

battlecrazed-axe-mage:

probablyfunrpgideas:

kavatprime:

Two universal constants of high fantasy living:

• If something falls into ruin a necromancer will move in 100% of the time
• There is a critical mass of gold that will summon a dragon. If you keep accurate records and stay below it you’ll be fine

I’m sorry, sir, if you don’t renovate your summer keep and live in it at least one month out of the year, we’ll have to charge you with Negligent Dungeonization of Property. The old cellar laboratory might have belonged to your uncle, but if you aren’t going to use it, something will.

The players are a squad of government investigators, trying to prevent monsters from claiming new habitat. It’s mainly negotiation but sometimes people have an interest in attracting dangerous entities for their own purposes.

I love this so much!! GIVE 👏 ME 👏 DUNGEONS 👏 WITH 👏 BACKSTORIES

rsuranas:

You: *makes 10 million ocs*

Me, an intellectual: *has the same 5 ocs but in different universes*

ladytabletop:

In my Pathfinder group, we’ve decided that in goblin culture, each goblin chooses his name based on his favorite sound.

For example:

“My name is Scuss. It’s the sound my feet make when I walk through grass. Scussscussscussscuss.”

“My name is Shink. It’s the sound my sword make when I pull it out of the sheathe.”

thyrell:

thyrell:

thyrell:

garrettauthor:

This made me so fucking angry I have to inflict it on all of you.

what’s the punchline here

wait

rabbiteclair:

rabbiteclair:

I want to start a conspiracy theory that farming and agriculture in general is fake. “There are 325,000,000 people in America. It would take like a billion chickens a year just to keep the stores stocked. And have you seen these millions of chickens anywhere? I didn’t think so. Checkmate, “farmers”.“

I feel like I could convince a lot of people who don’t live in the Midwest

chickens come from beneath the flat earth. the government doesn’t want you to know that the earth is flat and surfs through space on a layer of chickens, because if everybody knew they could mine their own chickens and not pay taxes

argumate:

meradorm:

*sits down to write a smut fic* The plot of this smut fic is that Character A believes himself abandoned by God.

“ho hum, life is meaningless emptiness, no reason not to masturbate now.”

itslarsyouguys:

wodneswynn:

Look, sometimes murders of crows will blacken the sky at your coming and ravening wolves are gonna follow in your wake, and you’re just gonna have to deal with that, and everybody else in the Costco is just gonna have to deal too

rnyfh:

rnyfh:

I love winter (⌒ｏ⌒) i love the cold ٩(ര̀ᴗര́) I love the crisp air (｡^‿^｡)

summer can go fuck itself

jarring:

i love how it takes .08 seconds for me to determine whether or not a fic is good. like with regular literature sometimes you’ve gotta dig into it to figure out if you really wanna read this thing but when u got ao3 open at 3 am u just know. u just gotta read 3 lines and u know