Had a discussion with sibling which was that I should branch out into probablybadmechandise. T-shirts with holes on inconvenient places, coffee cups that melt at 50 degrees, tennis rackets that feel and express pain.
Sounds great, hit me up if you need a shoe that secretly contains 5 angry honey badgers.
-Mod Pencil
Imagine the shirt with the head hole at just the right angle to feel off but not look wrong
A group of cultists are summoning an elder god of endless hunger to feed our reality to. The players trying to stop them are also cultists, who appreciate the sentiment but with different choice of gods and type of apocalypse.
They are trying to let me REST GREG I HAVE A BUSY LIFE LEAVE ME ALONE
If I was a necromancer I would genuinely be willing to drag HP Lovecraft out of his grave in 2017 and make him watch The Shape of Water just to spite him
Lovecraft was, among other things, a virulent racist, antisemite, and xenophobe whose stories pretty much all had horrifically bigoted underlying messages.
in his story The Shadow Over Innsmouth, an entire town is deformed and corrupted because they were born from the union between humans and deep sea beings, which he intended to act as a metaphor for why interracial relationships are evil.
The Shape of Water is about marginalized people fighting against the systems that oppress them and loving those who are different from you, which is the antithesis of everything Lovecraft promoted.
think of it this way: if Lovecraft had written the Shape of Water, Strickland would have been the hero.
This is kind of a question that I want to reach all over the "probablyXrpgideas" Is there any way in either D&D or pathfinder (important that it's one of those) where s character could swallow lava and suffer minimal consequence?
I guess magic of some sort. Perhaps absorb elements? “You have resistance to the triggering damage type until the start of your next turn“, though resistance to lava would still cause a fair amount of damage, but you could house rules that it provides more protection at higher levels. - Mod Paper
At the age of 13 children are able to summon their familiars for the first time. Your family has always been ridiculed for weak and useless familiars until the day of your 13th birthday when you summon your familiar for the first time.
“WHO DARES SUMMON THE ALMIGHTY GOD OF ELDRITCH HORROR, DREAD LORD OF THE NIGHT, MASTER OF MADNE- oh hey it’s you. Sup boss?”
Knit protection spells into scarves as presents for your party
Knit poison into the ones for your enemies.
Use your knitting prowess to start an industry of enchanted clothing!
Ok here me out, knitted armor. Hats and sweaters knitted from yarn of steel. Or just normal sweaters enchanted to repel swords. Give me the knitted armor.
Knitted sails?
Whatever knit your crew some sweaters to stay warm in the cold winds of the sea
concept: knit some nice sweaters and scarves for your friends and the people around you out of the kindness and goodness of your heart
Hey what the fuck happened to all the net neutrality coverage
This shit is still happening people, and all of the sudden its disappeared from my dash almost entirely over night
I don’t know why, but I think people are automatically being unfollowed from the Net Neutrality tag. It happens to me every time I try to follow it. I’ll follow the tag, come back 20 minutes later & I’ll for some reason have unfollowed the tag automatically. I think this may be happening to a majority of people in an attempt to silence the resistance. Please take a screen shot of this post in case it gets deleted.
hey yeah can yall reblog this cause this is very important. Tumblr is ACTIVELY trying to silence out outrage at this by making us incapable of seeing coverage of events. We’re all gonna have to come together and step up about this.
Every little note counts, spread the word, dont give in so easily
I just checked this and i can CONFIRM that tumblr AUTOMATICALLY MAKES YOU UNFOLLOW THE NET NEUTRALITY TAGS AFTER 20 MINUTES
Please spread the word! Screen shot this post just in case it gets deleted!!
Not gonna lie, one of my favorite parts about writing urban fantasy is determining how and where the fantasy meshes in with reality.
Like, I’m not saying Freddie Mercury WAS a siren, but have you ever heard anyone NOT sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody?
I rest my case.
It is a six-minute song with incomprehensible lyrics that seem to have something to do with murder and demons, with five sections that are completely different stylistically but no chorus.
It was number one on the the UK singles charts twice, 15 years apart, and is by many measures one of the most popular, or the most popular, single of all time.
Yeah, there’s magic involved.
And an absurdly broad swathe of people know it. I have no memory of learning it, do you?
i walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip cream
you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually order a pumpkin spice latte with 9 shots of espresso (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me dead in the eyes and said “i have 5 kids”
I once had a woman come in and ordered an Americano with 19 shots of espresso. The drink took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and she shrugged and said “I just don’t care”. We still talk about that woman. We never saw her again.
new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks
Actual conversation I had at register:
“Hi, welcome to [Starbucks]! What can I get you, today?”
“How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso?”
“I- I’m sorry?”
“A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso?”
“Oh. uh. Well, it’d be I suppose… I only have a button for a Quad. I don’t have special pricing for twenty ounces of espresso in a single… drink.”
“Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now. How many ‘add shots’ is that?”
*deep breath of fear* “It’d be a quad with,” *clears throat* “uh, sixteen additional shots of espresso. But, ma’am, I should tell you that the shots will start to get really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us to pull twenty of them-”
“Taste means nothing to me.”
At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in the presence of what must clearly be an eldritch being.
“Oh. Well, okay.” I put on my absolute best customer service smile to hide my terror and accept that I must face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. “We can certainly get that for you! The price will be _____.”
She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden dollar coins. We are a block from Wall Street, and this eldritch demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with golden coins. My life will end soon, I am sure of it.
“Do you still have the ‘Add Energy’ packets?”
My heart began to race at this request. “Yes ma’am.”
“How many can I add?”
Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to this. “For health reasons, we won’t add more than one per drink and we cannot sell the packets individually.”
“One then.”
I alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays, dumps the change and five golden dollars into the tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it silently to the girl working the hot beverage station. Normally we called and pass, but this was … not something to be spoken aloud.
My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the minor break with protocol, until she sees the order. She stares at me. “No.”
The woman, which I call her for no other greater insight into her terrifying being is within my grasp, simply stands on the other side and says, calmly but with a commanding tone I expect of Admirals in bad movies, “Yes.”
My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are dutiful, we are true to our task, great though it may be. She sets about clearing the two brand new Matrena’s of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready position. The energy packet is emptied into the venti cup, and the shots begin pouring.
The barista was damn near shaking. This woman’s gaze felt like the fires of the sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place.
Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar and adds a dollop of cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to down what must have been half the damn cup.
Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was honestly filled with joy. And horror. She left, and we knew nothing more of her after that.
When I talk with other former employees, we quickly begin talking about “The Company” as if we’d never l, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And when I share this stroy, other Baristas at first act shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus,
is there condiment discourse in this community now
i brought it here and i have no regrets for it
Guys ranch is better than ketchup anyways
THAT’S WHAT I SAID
YES! I ELECT TO VOTE HALF BAKED AS OUR LORD AND SAUSAGE KING/QUEEN RULER
Hold on here, I hold the title of Sausage King, but I would be down for electing half baked to whatever position they would like. (I still claim cookie dough champion tho)
You aren’t sausage king, @probablysausagerpgideas is.
Yo who? I cant find them
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Have we forgotten the family of mustards? Spicy brown, dijon, honey, English, german, yellow, hot and whole grain? The superior condiments?
Mustard is only good when used in cooking, not as a condiment
