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fun studying tip: if you’re a procrastinator, play tom jones’s “what’s new pussycat” on repeat while writing your papers and do not turn it off until you are finished, it will motivate you to finish that essay as quickly as possible
make sure to throw one “it’s not unusual” in the middle while u take ur quick snack break
Here you have the Infinite Jukebox that will play an infinite version of What’s new pussycat, randomly jumping through the verses and never getting to the end.
do you ever regret a post and the hell it creates
why do you people continue to inflict this awful post on others
Wrapping up this Bobcat skull for mystery boxes. His worn tooth is a really great opportunity to talk about this.
When we talk about first world problems we usually think about something trivial, but the changes in diet that lead to changes in anatomy are some real first world problems.
1. Tuareg bride 2. Tuareg girl, Niger 4. Tuareg girls, Libya by shg b on Flickr 5. Tuareg woman during Tafsit, the spring festival, near Tamanrasset, Algeria 6. Tuareg woman in Timbuktu, Mali by Patrick de Wilde 7. Tuareg woman, Niger 8. Tuareg woman dancing, Timbuktu, Mali 9. Tuareg women by Jean-Christophe Huet on Flickr 10. Tuareg women, Agadez, Niger 11. Agharous, Niger by Marta Cometti
help i accidentally created a cleric with a -1 to religion checks how the fuck did i even do that
“hey i just realized, we’ve been on this trip for weeks and i’ve never really seen you praying”
“eh, yeah, i mostly only do that sort of stuff at greengrass and midsummer”
“…. sharindlar literally gives you magical powers. you have a magical tattoo.”
“yeah she’s cool, she knows i’m busy”
religion checks are more about knowledge regarding deities than devotion
“don’t worry, guys, sharindlar will smite the shit outta anyone we need smote, that’s what she’s all about!”
“… isn’t she an avatar of mercy and life?”
“she’s an avatar of shut the hell up”
Character with skill sets that don’t match their class are my favorite thing
When I first started playing Pathfinder I thought “craft” meant like “watercraft” and I gave a ton of it to my Barbarian so I wouldn’t be useless running with the two pirates in our group.
Mid game my DM was like “No… Like… Arts and crafts.”
And I was like “Fuck it he knits, is there any yarn on the ship?”
DM: *Rolls dice* … *Looks up* This shipment is nothing but yarn.
Me: I’m going to knit a sweater.
DM: What’s your craft score again? *Looks at page*………………. Don’t even roll…
DM: So you all pull into port wearing sweaters beautifully knitted by our goddamned Barbarian.
Ragtag group of scoundrels & assassins: Yay!
i generally don’t reblog this post much because if i did that for every example someone reblogged this with i’d spam everyone’s feed, but i love this
This one time my necromancer was on a boat that got attacked by pirates and the sails got all torn up, among other things, and since my character had no skills actually relevant to boat repair I was like “well, she’ll try to help repair the sails, I guess,” and I rolled really absurdly well, so not only did she repair the shit out of those sails, she embroidered them with a lovely if slightly eldritch pattern. So next time I leveled up the DM asked if I wanted to add sewing as a skill to make her remarkable talents in this area, and that’s how I ended up with a necromancer who, in a more modern setting, would probably have an Etsy account.
Honestly, all necromancers should invest at least SOME points in sewing, so we don’t end up with a repeat of “oh my creation is hideous, I flee, imparting abandonment issues as I go.”
Fake mad max fan: Who’d win in a fight original Max or Tom Hardy Max?
Me a real fan: Neither, each would make a dash in the opposite direction at the first sign that a named character was about to start conflict with him.
Something that has not happened in a thousand years is happening.
You are going to the City. There is only one City. It is only said
with a capital C. No one needs to bother saying the name of the City. It
is the City.
Certain members of the Council are displeased with your family’s recent actions.
A bard is providing occasional comic relief; no one hired or invited him and his method of earning a living is unclear.
The High Priest is not to be trusted.
Someone is eating an apple mockingly.
There is one body of water. It is called the Sea. The Great Sea, if you are feeling fancy.
You live in a region with no major exports, no centralized
government, no banking system, a mysteriously maintained network of
roads, and little to no job training for anyone who is not a farmer.
You have red hair. You wear it in a braid. Your father was a simple
man, and you don’t remember much about him – he died when you were so
young – but you remember his strong hands, as he fished or carpentered
or whatever it was that he used to do with them.
You’re going to have to hurry, or you’re going to miss the Fair – and you never miss the Fair.
There is trouble at the Citadel.
Your full name has at least one apostrophe in it.
It is the first page, and you are already late for something. Your
mother affectionately chides you as you gulp down a few spoonfuls of
porridge; she will be dead by page forty-two.
There are two religions in your entire universe. One is a thinly
veiled version of Islam. It is only practiced by villains. The other is
“being a Viking.” You are a Viking.
There are new ways in the land that threaten the Old Way. Your
grandmother secretly practices the Old Way, as do all of the people of
the hills.
The real trouble began the day you arrived at court. Every last
nobleman hides a viper in his smile. How you long for the purity of life
in your village, which is currently on fire or something.