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ugin-the-spirit-dragon:

animar-smol-of-elephants:

chandra-nyalaar:

my favorite d&d thing is when someone flubs like a really obvious perception roll or something and the dm gets to be like, “well, you’re pretty sure you’re in a room but you could be wrong”

it is either really wet or really dry, you’re not entirely sure

One time a guy in our party rolled a nat 20 on a perception check, but there was nothing around he didnt already see, so the DM said “You’re not quite sure, but for a few seconds it seems like you’re standing on a giant’s table, surrounded by 5 Giants. Your party seems to look stiff and fake, and Large papers and Dice are strewn around you. Then, everything goes back to normal.”

I am not in wheel chair but I get a bad feel when I see a character in one being written as an innocent pure kind hearted angel who can do no wrong, like they are not given permission to be human like those who aren’t, by human I mean neither white or black but a mix, it’s a very common troupe in japanese media, do you have any opinion?

t4millennial:

The depiction of disabled people either being innocent untouchable angels or evil villains is dehumanizing and objectifying. 

One example is that I was speaking to a guy who said something offensive and when I pointed that out he got very angry, telling me that I had to be nice because people in wheelchairs were always nice. When I asked him where he got that assumption from he admitted that it was from TV and movies.

He was acting out a trope in which I either had to be nice and be one of those good people in wheelchairs or I was not allowed to exist because one of those bad people in wheelchairs always gets murdered by the hero.

pettyrevenge:

So a friend of mine, we’ll call him Daniel, is deaf and has been his whole life. Daniel was fired from his job by a manager that openly mocked him for being deaf. So when he needed to go to the unemployment office he asked me to go with him because I have been trying to learn sign language and we can communicate pretty well. We get there and there’s only us and a very elderly old man (EM) sitting in the waiting area. All of the chairs are set up so that we are facing the only receptionist in the room. There seems to be some sort of issue with EM’s paperwork so every few minutes EM would walk up to answer a question of the receptionists’ or to sign what she asked him to sign and then he would sit back down. Daniel being the sweet guy he is, would reach forward and hold the man’s chair every time he went to sit back down.

So me and Daniel are signing back and forth just shooting the sh*t when a few other people come in, including a very loud, obnoxious, white trash couple. Now, as I previously stated, I am just learning sign language so I was concentrating on what I was signing and understanding what Daniel was signing so at first I didn’t notice white trash couple plop down in the seats behind us. Then I heard it “derrr… derrr… I’m a deafie….derr”. I glance behind me without moving my head and in my peripheral vision I can see white trash male mocking Daniel and imitating the noises that Daniel makes when he laughs or gets into a story. White Trash bitch apparently thinks this is hilarious. I realize that because I am super concentrating, I haven’t said anything or given them any idea that I am not deaf. I take a look at the receptionist who looks mortified but seems not to know what to do.

Now nothing would have made me happier than to cause a huge scene but I knew Daniel was already self conscious about getting fired so I did the next best thing. I waited until EM went to sit down again, Daniel reached forward to hold his chair, I spun around in my chair, looked white trashy 1 & 2 and yelled as loud as I could “WHAT THE F*CK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!” White Trash douche’s jaw drops in shock and the bitch went white as a sheet. I just stared at them. Daniel suddenly realizes I am looking at the white trash couple and signs “What’s wrong?” I told him they kicked my chair. He signs “A**hole” and glares at them.

I guess they felt uncomfortable enough that they decided to slink out of the building. F*ck you and your unemployment check.

nonbinarysunset:

davetheshady:

nonbinarysunset:

nonbinarysunset:

if you don’t acknowledge that platonic relationships might be the most important ones in somebody’s life, just remember that the trap that vader & palpatine tried to set for luke at cloud city pretty completely relied on that fact and sith lords are officially better at this than you are

do

do you think they somehow figured out that was the only way this was gonna work for them

like i don’t know how you’d even figure out but

do you think palps was just like “aw yeah. gonna corrupt another skywalker. easy-peasy. same as last time. we just gotta wait for him to fall in love and – OH COME ON”

it’s even better because luke is a pretty friendly dude, so presumably palpatine had to go through all the spy reports and figure out who his BFFs were out of basically the entire rebel alliance. his gunner dak? fellow pilot wedge antilles?? who????? 

meanwhile vader’s lurking in a corner going “wow my son has so many friends, he must be a great guy. do you… do you think he’d like me?”

“HE IS A TRAITOR ON THE RUN FROM THE EMPIRE, HOW DOES HE EVEN MEET ALL THESE PEOPLE,” shouts palpatine as he scrolls through tagged photo after tagged photo on rebel facebook.

this is the best caption anyone else has added to this post since i made it thank you for your contribution

kingcheddarxvii:

Some people draw nice, clean art in their sketchbooks. Some people work best when they’re churning out page after page of crap until one nice drawing emerges. One style may be more photogenic but neither is better than the other. The only thing holding you back is the idea that what you put in a sketchbook SHOULD look a certain way, when in reality sketchbooks exist so you can scribble, mess around with new things, and make art that’s less than your best! If you don’t want to “ruin” a nice sketchbook than just grab a stack of printer paper. Thank u for reading. Do your best kids. Go make some ugly sketchbooks

hatingongodot:

You know that scene in Ratatouille when Anton the critic takes a bite and immediately remembers why he loves food? And you can actually see years and years of cynicism fall away as he rediscovers the pure passion that he’d lost in exchange for expertise?

I’m waiting for that moment with like, 20 things right now. I need a rat piloting some dude’s hair like a tractor to make something good and help me remember what it’s like to love my hobbies. Teach me, CGI rodents, what it means to be happy instead of worn out and pessimistic about the things I once enjoyed