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Spaced (Edgar Wright, 1999-2001)

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You want to really blow your mind? Wait until the anti-magic effect doesn't even affect dunamancy. He keeps floating. The gravity sinkholes start spaghettifying him. That would be something to see.

every time Essek has taken damage so far the Nein/the players have been so Distraught and as worried as I am for his safety I also cannot WAIT to see their reactions if he gets Eyes of Nine-d by Lucien.

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Amen, sister.

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Critical Role Campaign 3 Wish

I hope the campaign 3 seating chart keeps Sam & Taliesin in the same row. There's nothing more enjoyable than watching Taliesin's reactions to Sam's ad reads. The horror and shame are so delightful.

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My first try at fan fiction. Inspired by a dream.

She thought she was ready for this. She knew it was going to happen, of course. There was no way to ignore the inevitable, not after her brother. It was always going to end the same way.

Her friends, her family, have a dangerous lifestyle. Death was something that was often a risk, but they’d been lucky to find plenty of ways to avoid it. So lucky so many times. Even when her brother left, it wasn’t as final and permanent as it is for everyone else. So, she had to admit that she might have been too casual about it for a long time. But this was final. There was nothing more that she could do. Just say goodbye for the last time.

Her kids were living through this for the first time in their short lives. They were sad in all the ways that only a child can be. They drowned in their sadness one moment, and were bored or hungry the next. All of the energy she’d be able to muster today had been spent herding those lovable little monsters. They were in their best clothes and by some miracle were standing still and being good for now. Thanks the gods!

Her husband had been perfect. He’d taken care of every little detail. So much more than she ever could have thought of or even anticipated. He’d been through this before, she realized. He hadn’t been around to deal with all these details that time, though. Maybe he was over-compensating for not being there when his parents died. She loved him even more when she thought about it, squeezing his had for the millionth time today. He squeezed back to ensure her that he was still there, her rock.

The only thing she found amusing today had been the mountain of pomp that had been assembled for his funeral. He wouldn’t have noticed or cared if he had been here. The whole city had stepped up to contribute. Gods love them too. They had welcomed him and her into their hearts since the beginning. She didn’t deserve them, but she’d go back to the Hells for them. The tears started flowing again as she thought about it. Another squeeze, this time from him first. He’s watching her, being there for her, loving her more than she deserved.

It was starting. The crowd hushed and a voice could be heard from the steps outside, addressing the crowd. “We gather today to put a Hero of Whitestone to rest. Each of our lives have been touched by him in some way or another. In honor of my favorite de Rolo, we present to you a new composition. ‘The Last March of the Goodest of Buddies.’” And now she was sobbing. Even now he makes a joke! She loved him too, gods help her. The tears from her eyes were coming so quickly now that she was blinded. She clutched at Percy’s arm as she listened to Scanlan and Kaylie and the rest of Dr. Dranzel’s Spectacular Traveling Troupe play their tribute. A military march to begin with, but just a foundation for the violin dirge that sang out as the procession proceeded. The Riflemen led them out, followed by the funeral bier. Too large for a coffin, her friend, the truest of companions. A comfort in all of the best and worst of times. His armor shone in the sunlight. She had spent last night giving it one last polish. Not that he ever cared, but she wanted him to look his best. The family followed slowly behind. Cassandra moved close and took her other elbow. Flanked by brother and sister, trailed by their children, she steeled herself for this last journey.

It wasn’t a long walk. Percy had designed the great fountain that laid before them. A pedestal in the middle supported a giant statue of her friend. Twice his actual size, but an excellent likeness. He had hired the best masons and sculptors for this project, as he did for all the grand works he’d made for Whitestone. It had been Percy’s surprise when he revealed that the giant pedestal was hollow. A spot long prepared to hold her friend, to keep him close forever after. They carried the bier to the foundation and gently moved his body inside. She was grateful for the care they took, but her heart cracked when they slammed the last stone to shut him in. The stone that had been carved to read, “Trinket”.

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Go to bed.

Are you trapped on tumblr right now?

Is there something you planned to do before you got trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Are you yelling at yourself to get up and do the thing, but you can’t, because you’re trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Consider this your save point.

Put tumblr down, stand up, stretch, and go do the thing you planned to do. Future you will be incredibly grateful.

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Oh. My. God. She's going to Invoke Duplicity and have conversations with them separately at the same time. Perfection.

because i thought the opening credits were always so cute as a kid. 

also, one of the most tedious and time consuming pieces i’ve ever done and i’ve sworn off lineless art forever lmao

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I don't know what to say, but I will tell you that I'm jealous

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Voodoo

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Revivify Reactions

Matt is really good at stretching out the moment of revelation for bringing back anyone from the dead. The verification of material component availability. The secret roll versus the resurrection rules. The slow, calm, emotional yet guarded description. And when he finally announces the inhalation of new breath, the cast will greet it with relief, but also a chuckle for the now passed tension. Not this time. They were all just so relieved and happy. Not amused at all. Only love.

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Isn't that just religion?

my fav conspiracy theory is that everything will turn out ok eventually

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Top 5 Times CR Cast's Been Totally Fucked

5: Pranking the Platinum Dragon

4: Thordak fight

3: Fall of Emon

2: Vecna killed Vax

1: Tonight

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The orbit of Jupiter protects the Earth from asteroids.

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It’s all connected

What am I describing?

"an engine of utter destruction and madness"

"its chaotic mind has fallen into more frightful dreams"

"when its freedom will be attained and all beings shall be consumed in deathlessness unending"

"a spreading cloud of lightless destruction born from a thousand ravenous mouths"

Each of these remind me of the description of the Cognouza. Of the visions the M9 received from Vokodo. Of the dreams plaguing Caduceus.

These are also all direct quotes from the "Tal'Dorei Campaign Setting" description of the Chained Oblivion. (p. 19) What if they are related? One in the same? Arcane philosophers who dreamed of greater power could easily believed to have been seduced by/in cahoots with the Chained Oblivion at the height of the Calamity. It's all connected. We're coming round the full circle.

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Fine.  I’m going to say it.  If someone doesn’t play a dwarf in C3, then these people don’t know what they’re doing.

It’s just that they’d be so good at it.