Aerial view of Hamilton’s set.. how incredible it looks from up above.

it’s seriously fucking absurd to me that marvel has a fucking alt-right douchetruck writing captain america in the year of our lord 20 Nazis All Up In Our Shit 17 instead of like an actual jew or immigrant or fucking anyone but nick Too Sad To Even Be Republican spencer but then again dc’s been appointing knuckledragging fuckboys to write one profoundly godawful wonder woman title after another for like the last whole 20th Patriarchy Is Still A Thing Century instead of actually having some female feminists write feminst comics about females (ever), so like fuck it?

steal your heroes and do whatever the fuck you want. punch a nazi. punch everyone. jack kirby would want you to.

secretschuylersister:

Sunshiney Lin for @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens💛

Source: secretschuylersister

sansqstark:

If you start singing, I’m gonna throw up.

Source: sansqstark

dankdotham:

am i spicy enough for you yet
– eliza

Source: dear-a-dot-ham-be-more-chill

patterfuck:

I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust

unfuckyourhabitat:

vassraptor:

That moment when you have seen so many bredlik poems on your dash that when UFYH’s reminder to make your bed goes past, for a moment you for real think it says “lik your bred.”

wen in your hous

asleep at nite

you toss and tern

in dremes you fite

and wen you wake

and lift your hed

you scrol your dash–

“go make your bed”

Environmental Hazards

yourplayersaidwhat:

(same group as this post)

In a Dragon Age campaign based during the first blight, we had been in a very large city for quite a while. The Blight caught up with us, and the dark spawn began to assault the city. We met the force head on in the outer sector of the city, only to come face to face with a horde of Hurlocks and the Archdemon itself.

Me, the Qunari Barbarian: (surveying the map our DM had drawn out) Ok, we cant win this – but if we run now we’ll die anyways. We need a diversion. How about this cow?

Our DM had drawn a small enclosure with a cow inside it.

Human Barbarian: What if you throw the cow.

Me: I attempt to pick up the cow and throw it at the Archdemon.

Me: (Rolls nat 20)

DM: … You somehow lift the cow above your head, and throw it directly at the Archdemon… 80ft away from you.

Necromancer: I CAST SUPERIOR WALKING BOMB ON THE COW.

Everyone pauses to stare at our mage. After a quick check, the spell has a 120ft range. The spell succeeds.

Our DM begins to roll a saving throw for the Archdemon.

DM: (Rolls nat 1)

DM: … Roll for damage.

Necromancer: (Rolls crit, max damage)

DM: (Holding face in hands) The cow explodes, and transfers the spell onto the Archdemon and the nearby Hurlocks, who also explode. The explosions continue and damage the Archdemon until the entire group you were facing are dead, and the Archdemon is a pile of steaming goo.

DM: This was the main battle I planned for this session.

DM: I hate you all.

DM: I am never drawing a cow on the map again.

twentyonelizards:

my boyfriend and I sometimes struggle to be on the same page when it comes to comforting- often i just want to vent and don’t need advice, whereas validation confuses him and he wants a plan of action

to counter this, we’ve come up with a system where we ask: “do you want advice, empathy, both or neither?”

if it’s just advice, i know to go straight to action points and not spend time on fluffy words

if it’s just empathy, he knows i want to be reassured and comforted and that’s all

if it’s both, it’s time for advice that recognises how hard the situation is and is perhaps gentler in nature

if it’s neither, just a hug is really good

i recommend trying to use this in your lives! it makes sure you’re giving and getting what you need, and reduces the risk of resentment or similar