#ranger mac

[st4rstudent]

[thedeadhead]

Objectively awesome game design that through dual specialization in DAO you can have up to three rangers in your party, thus giving you three attack bears

Howe: “sire, our scouts have a report”

Loghain: “speak man.”

Howe: “it appears two of the Grey Wardens survived Ostagar, and, well sir, they travel with three bears.”

Loghain: “I don’t recall any legend regarding wardens having bears, I thought they were griffon people.”

Howe: “well sire, I think they just found three fucking bears in the woods and they’re now just following the warden and their allies. They’re completely feral, untrained, but they obey them.”

Loghain: “fuck”

[peithopathos]

You should draw your favorite fictional character ever cuddling with your cat

Guess which one I spent more time on

Bear-cat and Oreo-cat

[nightcourtcaps]

Night Court - Puppy Love (S9:E4)

[t00nified]

Dale brings over Chip after they both meet up for a mission and Mac isn't too happy about it Despite Mac and Dale not getting along well at first, he's not too pleased with how Chip has treated Dale

[capsfriendly]

less than THREE minutes in and mcilrath and rempe get into it bc apparently they have ahl beef ??? go off

[kestrelscribe]

Wyvern chasing a griffin chasing an archdemon

Fossils from my years-long Dragon Age hyperfixation.

[sbnkalny]

opinions on mac and cheese?

Mac and cheese? no, i said, "well baby, we've only just noticed myself, during one of my fine horses? pay me for my silence

[brokenhardies]

i somehow managed to make it through the refractory fight in - mostly - one piece after i completely boned the previous attempt. got astarion to sneak attack the first robber, raided the location for stuff, then unlocked the door and got bombarded - took out the first two members and then managed to get the barbarian and spell caster down.

the archer was a bit tricky - she not only managed to kill astarion, to the point that i had to have shadowheart use up our scroll of revivify, but also took out gale on multiple occasions. shadowheart and tavel'min managed to make it, but i quickly forced us into a long rest lol.

that's all for tonight - tomorrow i will go further down the crypt and find withers!

[bob-mcbobbinson]

I haven't listen to anything this guy has ever made, but there was this one power ranger movie I really liked when I was a kid, so whatever this is, it has my full approval

laughed out loud

[duranduratulsa]

On the turntable today...

The Ventures Play Telstar and Lonely Bull (1963)

Seven Wishes by Night Ranger (1985)

Roses Are Red by The Mac Band featuring The McCampbell Brothers (1988) (12" Single)

We Built This City by Starship (1985) (12" Single)

Indecent Exposure: Some Of The Best Of George Carlin (1978)

#theventures #theventuresplaytelstarandlonelybull #nightranger #sevenwishes #themacband #themccampbellbrothers #rosesarered #starship #webuiltthiscity #georgecarlin #ripgeorgecarlin #indecentexposure #indecentexposuresomeofthebestofgeorgecarlin #60s #70s #80s #records #album #LP #longplayrecord #12inch #12inchvinyl #Comedy #standupcomedy #comedyalbum #spokenword #vinyl #vinylrecords

[lonewolflink]

ugh that was awful jesus fucking christ

this game has sure started off disjointed.

honestly i don't understand why carbs is playing mcilrath over alexeyev. i get handedness in principle with defensemen, but like. alex is an actual nhl caliber defenseman. mcilrath is an ahl tweener at best. what are we doin man

[emahriel]

✦ CROSS-PLAY

Whether you’re joining PS5 players from your PC, or jumping into a game with Mac users from your Xbox, Baldur’s Gate 3 multiplayer will soon feature full cross-platform progression, including cross-play - just as the gaming gods intended.

✦ NEW SUBCLASSES

BARD: College of Glamour BARBARIAN: Path of Giants CLERIC: Death Domain DRUID: Circle of Stars PALADIN: Oath of the Crown FIGHTER: Arcane Archer MONK: Drunken Master RANGER: Swarmkeeper ROGUE: Swashbuckler SORCERER: Shadow Magic WARLOCK: Hexblade WIZARD: Bladesinging

✦ PHOTO MODE

This new feature introduces a whole slew of options to let you customise and edit your in-game photography, with various levels of freedom depending on whether you’re using it while adventuring, or during combat, dialogue, and cinematic scenes.

for more information: here!

[darling-chris]

Haven’t seen that one yet. Love it !!

[bullet-prooflove]

51.He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona - I can so see that for Dean Winchester 👀🥺❤️

Tagging: @kmc1989 @district447 @cosmic-psychickitty @volumesofforgottenlore @spaghettificationandpretzels

Wow this one took a turn I wasn't expecting...

The sun’s just starting to set when you realise you’re being watched. It starts as a pricking on the back of your neck as you run your last lap around the field in Mill’s Park. You try to ignore the sensation and push on with the last hundred metres but it gets worse with every step because you can’t stop thinking about the last time you felt like you were being watched in a fire tower out in the woods.

Your Fleetwood Mac t-shirt clings to your form, the evening breeze ghosts over your balmy skin as you finally slow to a jog. You use the back of your wrist to brush the hair away from your face and that’s when you see him, sitting there on the fence at the corner of the field. There’s an untouched six pack of Corona resting by his feet and that’s when you know that this isn’t Dean Winchester you’re looking at.

You contemplate running but honestly you’re curious. It could have killed you at any point during the last five minutes but it hasn’t, it seems more interested in disguising itself as the man you love rather than harming you. As you approach, it tilts it’s head as if studying you. It’s gaze is curious and analytical, instead of the heat you’re used to from Dean.

“Are you going to share those?” You ask gesturing at the beer and it simply gestures for you to take one. You do, popping the cap off and tucking it in your pocket because you’ve spent too much time as a forest ranger cleaning up other people’s messes.

“You’re not Dean.” You say taking a sip from the beer and it smiles back at you showing far too much teeth.

“No I’m Michael.” It introduces itself. “How did you know?”

“The beer was the initial tip off, he’s usually on his second by the time I’m finished running.” You say gesturing to the rest of the Corona. “After that your body language, your eyes…”

“Ah yes.” Michael says his eyebrows furrowing into a frown as if he’s trying to recall something. “I should have kissed you shouldn’t I? You always respond very well to that.”

A flush creeps across your cheeks because you realise, this thing it has Dean’s memories and if it has those, then it knows you intimately.

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask Michael and he seems to take a moment to debate.

“No.” He says finally as he hops off the fence and takes a step towards you. “I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

“I don’t…”

He touches you then and you freeze at the sensation of his fingertips brushing lightly over your cheek as he looks into your eyes.

“He loves you, you know?” He murmurs, his nose tracing lightly along yours. “Do you love him too?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

“I wonder what that feels like…”

Before you have a chance to pull away, his arm wraps around your waist pressing you against him. His lips brush over yours and it’s like an explosion tearing through your nerve endings, igniting every single one of your synapses.  A wave of ecstasy crashes through you, followed by another and then another until you’re drowning in the euphoria, unable to keep your head up above the water. You try to pull away but he pins you to him, biting your lower lip as he grinds his hips against you. It’s too fucking much, something inside of you erupts like a star and before you know it, you’re coming in the middle of the fucking field you’ve been running track in since you were a teenager.  

“You fucking asshole.” You spit at him when he releases you and he looks mortally offended as you stumble back a step or two.

“Maybe if we did it together…”

“Do not fucking think about it.” You snap and he sighs as if you’re the one that’s being unreasonable.

“Don’t you want one last night with the man you love?” He asks you as he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “It could be so much better than it was before…”

“But you’re not the man I love are you?” You say, your voice surprisingly steady. “You’re just wearing his body, thumbing through his memories.”

It’s like talking to a sociopath or a narcissist. He simply looks at you with an expression completely devoid of emotion and that’s when you realise maybe you aren’t too far away from the truth with that assumption.

“You can’t feel anything of your own can you?” You ask him, placing your hands upon your hips. “You can do the physical shit but there’s no emotional component is there? You don’t understand why that might not have been enjoyable for me because you don’t understand the concept of intimacy or love, they’re just words to you aren’t they?”

He looks stricken in that moment because until then, you don’t think he understood the disconnect between him and humanity. He doesn’t say anything in response to your words, he simply turns his back and walks away, leaving you pissed off in the middle of a field with soaked shorts and flushed features.

Your hands are still trembling just a little when you slip your cell phone out of the pocket of your shorts and dial a familiar number.

“Sam.” You respond, your eyes still fixed on Michael as he retreats into the distance. “What the fuck happened to Dean?”

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[laswells-ashtray]

(You don't have to answer instantly, don't burn yourself out)

MacMillan and MacTavish having a very Scottish bonding moment that confused the ever loving daylights out of poor Nik/everyone

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I'm so sorry but I'm blind as shit even with my glasses on because they're two years old and I need new ones so I have to ask. What is your pfp because I cannot for the life of me figure it out but it's funky and I love it.

Anyway, *cracks knuckles* you're about to watch me tear into different parts of Scotland with no context other than I'm Scottish and allowed to

"Now, lad. Wit bit of Scotland are ye fae exactly?"

John instantly knows that letting MacMillan and Soap drink together is a dangerous choice because the two get on like a house on fire but that's not what worries John. What worries John is this. The Scotland talk because he'd sat through more than enough rants from Mac back in the day about the best parts of Scotland and [in Mac's own words] the "shite" parts.

"Glasgow, sir. Pollockshaw, if ye ken it?" There's a brief moment of silence between the Englishmen at the table and Nik as they await the older Scot's reaction. Is that a good place? Fuck if John knows.

"Aye, aye. I get ye, I'm Stewarton myself." Mac looks amused, as does Soap. That has to be a good sign, surely.

"Oh, you're a hard man then. Dinnae tell me you went tae school there anaw?" It takes one glance around the table to know that he isn't the only one needing a written translation. Simon is mouthing half of the words that Soap says under his breath to try and follow along with him, Kyle looks positively befuddled and Nik looks two seconds away from seeing if he can lift both arms properly.

"Aye, fuckin' shitehole and I wis quick tae get my arse oot of that fuckin' school. Could've been worse, I could've been fae Cumnock. Or ye could've been fae Maryhill."

"My da's side is fae Maryhill."

Oh fuck. John doesn't try to hide his wince. Leave it up to Mac to commit some cardinal sin when discussing Scotland.

"Even he'd agree with ye, it's a soulless vacuum of dugshite, empty needles and misery."

Nevermind then?! John is confused, deeply confused. Why the hatred for Maryhill? And better question, where the fuck is Maryhill?

Mac and Soap share a laugh between themselves that only furthers the confusion between the non-Scots of the table.

"Better than Govan." They both crack up at that, loud laughter waving over the table. Is it possible for someone to laugh Scottish because both of them seem to be doing so.

Kyle nudges him with a light elbow to the ribs, cheeky bugger.

"You catch what any of that meant?"

"Not a fucking word, sergeant. Not a fucking word."

Eventually, they leave the two men to chatter between themselves. None of them have the ears nor dictionary to translate whatever the fuck those two are spitting at each other. That is until John hears a question that has him demanding silence from his end of the table.

Leave it to Mac to ask the dreaded question of the night.

"So, son. Ye a Rangers boy or a Celtic boy?"

Even Simon and Kyle look over with wary expressions, Nik might not understand the significance of such a thing but the lads do. Mac asks with such a casual demeanour, you'd almost think it was a friendly query. It is not.

"Rangers, sir."

"Smart choice, son."

A shared sentiment passes through them all.

Thank fuck.