one of the lessons i learned from captain america:

michaelblume:

runicbinary:

helah:

adeterminedloser:

jumpingjacktrash:

sometimes you fight, not because you think you can win, but because you need to be able to look back later and say, “i fought.”

“In King Lear (III:vii) there is a man who is such a minor character that Shakespeare has not given him even a name: he is merely “First Servant.” All the characters around him – Regan, Cornwall, and Edmund – have fine long-term plans. They think they know how the story is going to end, and they are quite wrong. The servant has no such delusions. He has no notion of how the play is going to go. But he understands the present scene. He sees an abomination (the blinding of old Gloucester) taking place. He will not stand it.

His sword is out and pointed at his master’s breast in a moment: then Regan stabs him dead from behind. That is his whole part: eight lines all told. But if it were real life and not a play, that is the part it would be best to have acted.”

– C.S. Lewis, “The World’s Last Night”

So Stanford professor Ken Taylor has a whole lecture on this in Hamlet, and the role of defiant resignation (citing Kierkegaard’s concept of resignation) where you are urged to act despite understanding that it won’t change anything, simply to demonstrate your dissatisfaction with the world as it stands, and your belief in what it should be. But Steve demonstrates a lot of this.

When nothing you do matters, all that matters is what you do.

Prince Geoffrey: My you chivalric fool… as if the way one fell down mattered.

Prince Richard: When the fall is all there is, it matters a great deal.

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cloudfreed:

helloitsbees:

earlhamclassics:

thoodleoo:

thoodleoo:

there’s a lot of evidence that the iliad and the odyssey were actually composed by a variety of poets through an oral tradition rather than just by one poet, so what if the homeric texts are actually just a very long game of D&D

homer, the dm: okay achilles, agamemnon has just taken away your war prize, what do you want to do
achilles’ player: i roll to have a diplomatic conversation with agamemnon
achilles’ player: *rolls a 1*
homer: you throw the staff of speaking at agamemnon’s face and storm off to sulk with your boyfriend

Homer, the DM: Your beautiful Patroclus is dead. What do you do?
Achilles’ player: I fight everyone.
Homer, the DM: You can’t fight everyone. How would you even–
Achilles’ player: *rolls a 20* I fight everyone.
Homer, the DM: *sighs* Fine. You cut a path through the Trojan army, enemy dead strewn in your wake.
Achilles’ player: How many?
Homer, the DM: …lots. Enough to clog the friggin’ river with bodies.
Achilles’ player: I fight the river.
Homer, the DM: You. can. not. fight. the. river.
Achilles’ player: *reaches for dice*

Homer, the DM: Okay guys, so the war’s over, you had a bunch of losses but you won in the end. Time to go home, let’s roll to see who gets there firs—

Odysseus’s player: I got a critical failure.

Homer: The cyclops asks you who you are. What do you do?

Odysseus’s player: I say, “Who me? I’m nobody.”

Homer: Roll for deception.

Odysseus’s player: I got a natural 20.

Homer: The cyclops now completely believes that your name is Nobody. He shouts for help from the other cyclops but they ignore him because he’s telling them that “Nobody hurt him.”

Odysseus’s player: FUCK yes

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littlestartopaz:

buddhistmamaduck:

derelictjet:

pretzel-log1c:

supercolm:

I graduated from university in June 2016 with a bachelor’s degree in English with Creative Writing, and this will forever be my legacy:

Ah yes, the fic with the most kudos on all of ao3.

I haven’t seen this before, but I REALLY hope it’s just 1308 words of “I am Groot” repeated over and over

Buddy….

@words-writ-in-starlight

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@fairkid-forever this is the Aragorn/Arwen fic and it’s super short but DELIGHTFUL and also I might write a version because I am madly in love with it.

woodmeat:

cupsandcrates:

woodmeat:

date a girl who talks in the tags

Dis me.

in the tags, sis

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wildehacked:

image

This is an artificial leech. 

They were used to bleed patients, back when virtually every illness–mental and physical–was treated with bloodletting, purging, and blistering. It punctures the skin at many points and draws the blood like a syringe, so the doctors could measure how much blood they were taking. It was considered more scientific and more humane than a knife, a blood stick, or a real leech, which were also in use. They were used at Bethlehem Royal Hospital in the 1700s. They were, of course, medically useless, although no one knew that at the time.

There are pink starbursts on the inside of Thomas’s elbows. The scars trail up the vulnerable skin of his inner arms in perfectly even rows. 

“You weren’t sick,” James grinds out, fingers digging into that tender skin. 

Thomas looks utterly vacant for a moment, his breath slow and steady. “They believed they were helping me,” he says after a while. 

davidmann95:

ioplokon:

fenrislorsrai:

bastlynn:

mierac:

prokopetz:

It’s often been remarked that Spider-Man’s schtick wouldn’t work nearly so well if he didn’t live in a town with so many tall buildings, but consider: how well would Batman’s “I am the night” routine work if he was operating out of a normal city where people actually live, rather than a perpetually twilit urban hellscape that looks like the Art Deco movement had a one-night stand with Soviet Brutalism in a wrought-iron-and-gargoyle factory?

That is my favorite description of the Batman aesthetic ever.

OMDFG that’s a perfect description.

Imagine Spiderman ballooning in wide open areas.  No, sorry, can’t get to that crime, its against the prevailing wind.


Also, Batman brooding on top of a Wafflehouse.

Batman: God, this stupid city with its sufficient lighting and lack of crumbling infrastructure to shoot grappling hooks into

Superman: Everyone for miles has lead poisoning, I’ve spent the entire night stopping crossword puzzle museum robberies and heists at the Second National Bank of Gotham on the corner of second street and second avenue, and earlier the wall of…clouds? smog?…cleared up for a minute and I’m pretty sure the sky was literally blood red

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systlin:

thehornedwitch:

bossubossupromode:

r-n-w:

wearemage:

tymna:

blogging-phelddagrif:

zombieella:

As an entry-level DnD player can someone explain to me in the simplest possible way how to differentiate wizards, warlocks, and sorcerers from each other?

wizards is imbued with magic, you just need to prepare mentally your spells.

sorcerer studied magic, you need to physically prepare your spells and often need materials.

warlock has magic because of demon, you have access to mainly dark magic as well as eldritch blast as a free unlimited cantrip.

to be honest, play-wise wizards & sorcerers are very similar as they tend to have a lot of shared spells. sorcerers get to specialize in a school of magic more than wizards though. and warlock its pretty much just dark magic.

this, except reverse wizards and sorcerers.

sorcerers innately have their magic (usually because someone fucked a magic being. often a dragon)

wizards studied magic and learned accordingly. they also tend to be older, but not always.

warlocks get their magic from pacts with magic beings (which i don’t think necessarily have to be demons).

As @tymna just said. @wearesorcerer & @we-are-warlock

Like this?

To paraphrase many posts:

How did you get your magic, Magic Person?

Warlock: THE DEMONS COMMUNE WITH ME.

Wizard: … I’m ninety, live in a tower, and read all day. where the fuck do you think? (Alternate answer: Basically radically experimental guerilla chemists)

Sorcerer/ess: Natural ability and a stupid amount of work!

Druid: The plants love me! I love the plants! Have you met my wife she is a shrub! T H E   P L A N T S   E M P O W E R    M E

Cleric: I am a literal saint back the fuck off and do your job if you want heals.

Bard: IDK i was in a rap battle and the other guy literally caught fire so like…. yeah.

Reblogging again for the Druid, Cleric, and that bard line.

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systlin:

thehornedwitch:

bossubossupromode:

r-n-w:

wearemage:

tymna:

blogging-phelddagrif:

zombieella:

As an entry-level DnD player can someone explain to me in the simplest possible way how to differentiate wizards, warlocks, and sorcerers from each other?

wizards is imbued with magic, you just need to prepare mentally your spells.

sorcerer studied magic, you need to physically prepare your spells and often need materials.

warlock has magic because of demon, you have access to mainly dark magic as well as eldritch blast as a free unlimited cantrip.

to be honest, play-wise wizards & sorcerers are very similar as they tend to have a lot of shared spells. sorcerers get to specialize in a school of magic more than wizards though. and warlock its pretty much just dark magic.

this, except reverse wizards and sorcerers.

sorcerers innately have their magic (usually because someone fucked a magic being. often a dragon)

wizards studied magic and learned accordingly. they also tend to be older, but not always.

warlocks get their magic from pacts with magic beings (which i don’t think necessarily have to be demons).

As @tymna just said. @wearesorcerer & @we-are-warlock

Like this?

To paraphrase many posts:

How did you get your magic, Magic Person?

Warlock: THE DEMONS COMMUNE WITH ME.

Wizard: … I’m ninety, live in a tower, and read all day. where the fuck do you think? (Alternate answer: Basically radically experimental guerilla chemists)

Sorcerer/ess: Natural ability and a stupid amount of work!

Druid: The plants love me! I love the plants! Have you met my wife she is a shrub! T H E   P L A N T S   E M P O W E R    M E

Cleric: I am a literal saint back the fuck off and do your job if you want heals.

Bard: IDK i was in a rap battle and the other guy literally caught fire so like…. yeah.

Reblogging again for the Druid, Cleric, and that bard line.

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Tags: ... accurate DnD