outofcontextdnd:

DM: And you pulverize the gargoyle into dust!
Player: Can I snort the gargoyle?
DM: If you really want to?
Player: I snort the gargoyle dust!
DM: Roll a fortitude save.
Player: What? Why?
DM: You get a mad nosebleed and 2 points of subdual damage.

—later in that same campaign—

Player: I’m gonna go over here.
DM: Okay? You know the monsters are the other way, yeah?
Player: I want to sniff the painting.
DM: In the middle of combat.
Player: What does it smell like?
DM: It smells like old.


Tags:

#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog

justice-turtle:

Valentine’s Day is really pissing me off this year, and it’s not for a reason I’ve seen articulated anywhere.

See, I would love to get in on that. It’s like — there’s a day that’s specifically for appreciating people and telling them how much they mean to you, right? I want to be all over that. I want to send you all messages full of giant hugs (or your preferred expression of caring and support) and, like, just scatter happiness everywhere.

But it’s also a day for celebrating romance and mono-love, and I… I feel like I’m gonna come across wrong if I try to co-opt it for my own little aro poly friendlove celebration. But I really want to… to join in the love-sharing energy everybody’s goddamn blasting across my dash and my life this time of year, and I’m scared to, and that makes me fucking cranky. :P

I, for one, am totally in favour of broadening the scope of Valentine’s Day. Or rather, bringing the broadened scope I was raised with to the rest of society.

(As for seeing it articulated, I swear I saw people talking about this on the Asexual Agenda a couple years ago, but now I can’t find it.)


Tags:

#reply via reblog #Happy Valentine’s Day from an aromantic asexual #was already a tag

The Food Network Show I Want

proletavian:

anyoneseenmyhead:

4 chefs complete in a contest to determine who is the best.

But they are not given certain ingredients they must use. They can use whatever they want.

They are given… the name of the dish.

The judge says, “Make me ‘Purple Nirvana’” and we get to watch one chef make au gratin blue potatoes, another make a blueberry shortcake, etc. The worst dish is eliminated until one chef wins.

I would watch the hell out of this omg


Tags:

#food #oh my god #yes this #quite possibly this already exists somewhere and I just haven’t heard of it