Kickin’ out the jams.
Kickin’ out the jams.
dat practical armor
NO you guys don’t understand, the entire book is like this. They tried to cram in all sorts of representation of different races and the art is gorgeous and it’s GREAT! The picture for a spellcaster is a female human who is wearing BAGGY, NON-SEXUALIZED CLOTHING AND NO MAKEUP because she’s in a dungeon, she doesn’t have time to do her hair cmon.
Every year at GenCon I go to the queer gamers panel, and every year there’s a discussion about proper representation in RPG gaming. The heads of the companies who make these game are the ones moderating the panel, and it’s amazing to see how all the things we’ve discussed over the last four years are constantly being put into practice by the moderators when they go back to work the following monday.
Your devices need power and your life needs excitement. So how about a little Flux Capacitor for your car? Plug it into your car’s power port and it’ll not only charge your electronics, but also your life as the little lights pulse like in the movies.
IT’S REAL IT’S REAL THEY MADE A REAL ONE GET IN MY CAAARRRRR!!!!!!
Met some fellow Night Vale cosplayers! #gencon2014
For all eternity my captain.
After Voldemort has sex, if he’s in the mood for another round, he leans over and whispers in his partner’s ear:
"The Dark Lord will rise again."
A wizarding person, most likely in their mid to late teens, carefully lays out a complex series of spells and wards so they can masturbate in their room without any family members hearing them or barging in. Satisfied with their work, they go about their favorite masturbatory practices, explorative and preferred, until they’re fully sated. They fall back into their bed breathing heavily, sweating, huge smile on their face.
And then realize they forgot to cover the wizarding portrait of their deceased grandmother hanging on the wall.
It’s hilarious that non-Americans on Tumblr are all like “OMG DENNY’S TUMBLR MAKES ME WISH I LIVED IN AMERICA SO I COULD EAT THERE,” while us Americans will literally only eat at Dennys if it’s 3 in the morning and we’ve lost control of our life.
You don’t go to Denny’s. You end up at Denny’s.
Unless they’re serving The Hobbit menus. Then you take time out of your day, make plans, and meet up with friends at Denny’s.
Slowly making progress toward adulthood.
Put the laundry away instead of throwing the basket in the floor and going to sleep.