i think actually the key to successfully doing tumblr (and especially doing fandom on tumblr) is realising that your blog is your little house and you can post about whatever you like there. once you realise you are just living in and decorating your very own silly little online house you start focusing on what makes you happy rather than constantly performing for & compromising your tastes for & placing all your self worth on little scraps of clout, and you will be a lot happier for it
the only valid “I need that old man” fans in the world are gravity falls fans. everyone else keeps calling 30 year olds or Eterally Young Fresh-Faced Immortals “old man yaoi,” the stanfuckers are our only hope
also not to tinhat but. you do NAWT build a whole universe around an almost 20yo album and call it a day . theyre expanding the lore for a reason. and the secretary being there??? this is an elaborate setup for mcr5
To test tumblr’s reading comprehension…
you can do ANYTHING to this post, reblog, add polls, start a fuckin roleplay in the notes, like it, I don’t give a shit.
BUT
you can’t add tags
(SOUND IS CRUCIAL) this video is has murdered me dead the music the editing the way information is slowly revealed about the two of them the plot twist the breaking bad images. WILLIAM WILLIAM WILLIAM. all over minecraft parkour someone help im seizing
Sound is crucial because the content of the text messages is sung by a choir of deep baritone(?) voices.
i’m not aromantic but i believe in their beliefs
for me being bi has contributed a huge amount to noticing all the ways in which romance and friendship run together and i think in general people would benefit from recognizing that romance and friendship are socially constructed categories used to describe a vast, nebulous, and often overlapping range of feelings
this year should be named as "things i never thought would happen"
People who treat D&D's classes as like being in any way representative of fiction outside of D&D are my nemesis, I just saw a post that was like "remember the difference between a Sorcerer a Warlock and a Wizard is this" and treating like those words as if their very D&D specific meanings were like universally accepted I'm going to start taking hostages
"remember as we all know a Paladin is like this" Oh I'm sorry I didn't get the memo that Charlemagne's twelve peers could all use divine smite and divine sense and cast divine sense and summon magic horses. You piece of shit. Don't ever talk to me
"the difference between a Druid and a Cleric" You are nothing. Words mean things here in the real world.
The definitions aren't even consistent across different editions of Dungeons & Dragons. The earliest codified use of the term "sorcerer" in D&D had X-Men style mutant powers rather than being a wizard variant. Druids in 2nd Edition were a militant brotherhood who determined their internal rankings by having anime-style tournament arcs. The bard's first core-book appearance was as as a high-level prestige class for dual-class fighter/druids. If you wanted to be a wizard with a sword in BD&D you had to be an elf, because the race/class split didn't exist, and "elf" was the hybrid arcane caster class. "Warlock" has meant about four different things. If you're trying to universalise these definitions, you aren't just going to be wrong about fantasy fiction more generally, you're also going to be wrong about most iterations of D&D.
Hell, let's look at "wizard" specifically. Over the history of Dungeons & Dragons and its various first-party campaign settings, a "wizard" has variously been:
- A spellcaster whose power derives from a mystical attunement with one of the world's three moons, and whose strength waxes and wanes with their chosen moon's phases
- A spellcaster whose power derives from draining the life from nearby plants and animals each time they cast a spell, as part of a hilariously unsubtle environmentalist allegory which positions arcane magic as the equivalent of the oil industry
- A spellcaster whose power derives from a curse that's slowly warping their body and mind, and if they cast too many spells they'll turn into a werewolf or a Frankenstein monster or some shit
- A spellcaster whose power derives from a little elemental familiar; when they want to cast a spell, they need to send their little buddy to fetch the spell (spells are physical objects) from the Elemental Planes, and sometimes it comes back with the wrong spell
Again, this is all just from material the game's publisher has historically seen fit to put their official seal of approval on. The game doesn't even agree with itself about what a wizard is; that's not a great basis for a universal taxonomy!
People have been doing this with Tolkien forever too.
-referencing a non Tolkien story-
"the elves live about 200 years and-"
"no they don't elves live thousand of years!"
"yeah In LOTR bu-"
"no all elves live that long that's how they always work"
Mentally I am chewing off his fingers 🙃
When I was a mere maiden of 15, a friend texted me that he was confused by how Elrond in the LotR movies could be thousands of years old when elves only live to a maximum of 700 years in 3rd Edition D&D. I had to explain the concept of this post to him.
You should have started your explanation by telling him that Elrond was half-elven just to fuck with him imo
why is the human body composed of such capricious tubes
i literally can't kill myself gerard way told me not to
Even now that I identify as genderfluid and view myself as like, 60-75% female, I still think I identify a lot with Will Riker when I watch TNG.
I think he’s the only fucked-up everyman character in the franchise. Kirk? He’s a genius-level academic who survived a genocide before he was 20. Sulu? He goes to renn faires religiously. Uhura? She has a ham radio license and a masters in comparative linguistics. Fucking nerd. Geordi? He’s such a brilliant technician that he literally skips a rank and changes departments to be the chief engineer of the flagship of Starfleet in his early 20′s. Michael Burnham was raised by Vulcans and committed the first mutiny in Starfleet history.
William Riker is a fuck-up, a regular guy who’s just a little too principled and a little too free with his opinions to make it in the fleet. His career would be over if a hot-shot maverick captain hadn’t seen a little of himself in him, but also a little of the opposite: someone who could rein him in, be the other half of the yinyang. Picard got a second chance free of charge when he was a young shithead with a cue stick and a chip on his shoulder, and he saw Riker and thought, this is a man who deserves what I got.
And I think a lot of people can sympathize with being, really, just a regular human being who has a lot of flaws but richly deserves a second chance that will never come. Plus I think it’s really funny when he tries to communicate with his trombone.
*rubbing chin thoughtfully* maybe I am the faggot America...