any monster of cr1 or lower can be your friend who is either a warrior, expert or spellcaster
like yeah hey this is my literal fucking lion he knows vicious mockery and loves me
whats up my names meginara the tiefling warlock and this is my awakened shrub who can pick fucking locks
hey guys you remember that boy king we freed from bandits and subsequently befriended? well i thought our team could use more damage so i taught him how to use a battleaxe. yes i know hes seven. its perfectly legal. hes the king and he says so
National Geographic on Facebook: this is a facial reconstruction of a teenage girl who lived 9000 years ago based on her remains!
half the comments: men criticizing her looks and saying she’s unattractive and mannish
anyway this is the reconstruction and I always enjoy seeing the faces of prehistoric humans and how much we have in common over thousands of years despite how incredibly different our lives are. I support her and I think she looks wonderful.
everyone in the replies of this post saying “well I think she’s pretty!” missed the whole damn point lmao
I remember watching a documentary once where historians were trying to work out who a dead girl was and what her life was like. I’m pretty sure they dated the body back to the early Victorian era, and established pretty early on that she lived in poverty, died young, and was most certainly a prostitute.
The grand finale of the show was the reveal of her reconstructed face. Now, bare in mind that through their investigations they discovered that she had lived an awful life and died an agonizing death (syphilis iirc). So, you can imagine my disgust when the historians reacted with disappointment at the reveal of her ‘face’. This poor girl, who had suffered terribly, was obviously not the poor, tragic beauty they had been hoping for.
She was plain, maybe some would say she was ugly, but what was truly hideous was the fact that you could practically see the sympathy these historians had for this poor girl slip away as they looked at her ‘face’, and you could certainly hear it in their voices.
Even in death our value rests on the basis of our looks. Sympathy is conditional - based on where you fall on the looks scale.
Science: *gives us the miracle of seeing long-dead faces*
exactly, thor attracts hopeless lesbians who desperately want advice from this Smooth Motherfucker and t’challa attracts smooth lesbians who like, see this trash pile and are like “he’s the worst we need to help him”
Weapons are sized proportionally to their initial wielders
A goblin will swing a “shortsword” that deals 1d4 damage. Looting their corpse, you find that the sword is actually just a Bowie knife.
A giant of some variety will swing a versatile sword with both hands, doing 2d10 damage. A human cannot use it one-handed, only two-handed. It is described by other NPCs as a “Horsekiller.”
happy christmas adam to all men’s rights activists
Please stop pestering us with things like this. This has nothing to do with men fighting for their rights. Eve is short for ‘evening’. Please don’t turn activism into a joke. Thanks.
Someone isn’t having a good christmas adam
Christmas Adam: December 23rd. Comes before Christmas Eve and is generally unsatisfying.
i was in a thrift shop the other day and they were playing the most unsettling variations of normal christmas music, culminating in this rendition of the 12 days of christmas except it was like 12 guys all singing over each other and going “no!” and interrupting the lyrics with random other phrases until they deadass just started singing 5 golden rings to toto’s africa. can anyone confirm that this is a real song and not that i stroked so hard i astral projected into a universe where everything is somehow worse than it is here
Role swap au where Zuko was the Avatar who got frozen for a hundred years, so when he’s rescued from the ice instead of a goofy twelve year old Katara catches this mysterious teenager with long hair and a cool scar and a fucking DRAGON
Katara: BOY???? HOT BOY?????? HOT TEENAGE BOY?????????
Zuko: *speaks*
Katara: nevermind I hate him
How does Aang factor into this? I ask because the more I think about it the more I want him to somehow be trying to capture the Avatar.
Aang is 112 years old, decided he was going to be Zuko’s airbending teacher, and refuses to take no for an answer
Aang: Aw, the new Avatar doesn’t want me. Aang: *gets out a weighted net* Time for Plan B then.
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Look, you know how you keep a net from falling on you? YOU AIRBEND IT, SUCKA. Air comes right after fire in the cycle so it’s not like the guy has any other options. Do you want a flaming net falling on you? No? Then learn to airbend. Or this tiny old man will cart you away like a trussed turkey and lecture you about the power of laughter, going with the flow, opening your chakras, and other hippie shit.
Sokka, slouching against a fence, not moving: Oh nooooooo, that creepy old man stole the Avataaaaaaaaaar. Sokka, sitting down on the ground: We should dooooo something. Sokka, pulling out his lunch: Otherwise he might actually learn something. That would be teeeerrible. Katara, indignant rage coursing through her body: Sokka!!!!!!!! We have to go look for him!!!! Sokka: Might! Actually! Learn! Something! Katara! Katara: *wavers* Katara, also sitting down: We have to go look for him…. *gets out her own sandwich* But, maybe after lunch.
I love that this transforms Aang’s role in the full Team Avatar familial situation from the baby of the family to the Grandpa with weird hobbies
listen, austism positivity is literally so important? i was diagnosed w “asperger’s” when i was 8, and although this is no longer a valid diagnosis (which is why i just identify w “autistic”), my family uses it all the time to try to prove to me that i’m not like those other autistic people. my entire childhood was my family trying to force me to adhere to “normal” social behavior, forcing me into social situations that pushed me to the verge of shutdowns and then punishing me when i retreated into myself, making fun of me for feeling a pillow when i was bored or to get to sleep (i realize now it was a stim but i threw it away when i was 15 despite knowing it would fuck up my ability to relax just to get them to shut the fuck up), scolding me for not having “common sense” and not “using my brain” (i’m obviously capable of using my brain as i was a straight a student from kindergarten until graduation), etc etc.
at the same time they told me i had “grown out of my asperger’s,” which is not only ridiculous, but it made me think that since i was “no longer autistic,” that these shortcomings were because i was stupid, incapable, all kinds of words i used to put myself down when i couldn’t get something right.
it wasn’t until i was about 19 and out of the house and in college that i realized no, i’m still autistic. and it took me even longer to realize that that’s okay. it’s more than okay. it’s who i am and what i am, and now that i have embraced it i am able to make accommodations for myself, and forgive myself when something isn’t going quite right.
the most disabling aspect of autism is not sensory overload, it’s not lack of sociality, it’s not needing to stimulate ourselves to keep relaxed. it’s how allistics treat us and refuse to let us speak and think for ourselves. we’re not “stupid”; other people just think we are.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
