My Favorite Interpretation Of Tav From BG3 Is That They’re Just A Dumbass That Somehow Has Incredible

He and I go back a long time. (crowley's version || insp.)

imagine waking up on the nautiloid, stumbling around confused and lost, running into a gith woman and then a half-elf cleric. Starting to collect your thoughts and bearings, running into the helm to find a way to get out—and there’s just…this guy surrounded by dead imps and is currently sawing off the head of a mindflayer. Then he looks up to you and just:

“Oh! Hallo!” and gives you the most deranged yet friendly smile.

Anyway this is my bg3 x tf2 propaganda

i hope everyone with acne, eczema, vitiligo, psoriasis, dermatitis, and skin conditions have a good day today

HE DOES DESERVE TO GET ANGRY SO TRUE SO REAL

alright brother. any thoughts on spydad? (i hate it with my whole heart)

I like the idea of spy and scout having a unique/complicated relationship as a result of being related. I really do. But like, spydad in a “spy getting in the way of scout’s romantic relationships/being weirdly overprotective/etc” way has never been done in a way that doesn’t seem like a complete annihilation of Spy’s personality.

He would laugh at someone for stooping to the level of dating Scout of all people rather than threaten them for stepping near him. He cares for scout but he does also combat that with seven different layers of hating Scouts guts- half over-dramatic and half very genuine because scout is annoying.

also, I’ve mentioned it before, but any conversation that spy and scout have where spy finally admits the truth needs to end with scout getting to beat the shit out of him. Sorry. I want them to come to some form of resolution as much as most people but first things first I want to see them yell at each other and resolve nothing. And I want spy to try and save his ego and fail to apologize and I want to see scout just get mad at him. I think he deserves this!

thinking about Lovejoy describing themselves in three words as 'Aromantic British Noises'

thinking about Lovejoy describing themselves in three words as 'Aromantic British Noises'

thinking about how the idea of aromanticism isn't nearly as widespread as it is on Tumblr/various other corners of the internet

thinking about how most people would probably assume the use of Aromantic as a descriptor would imply a lack of any kind of love or romance or close interpersonal relationships in their music which is INHERENTLY NOT TRUE

thinking about Lovejoy choosing Aromantic specifically, confident enough in understanding the actual concept/culture of aromanticism to describe their entire band

thinking about the potential for there to be someone(s) in Lovejoy who is either on the Aromantic spectrum or has considered it as a possibility and has researched it to understand it (and maybe themselves) better

thinking about hard about Lovejoys songs and realising that despite a few having vaguely romantic or implied romantic connotations, you could absolutely do an aro-spec reading of their whole discography

thinking about Lovejoy becoming part of Aro Culture in my heart

thinking about being aro-spec myself, and how id consider the term 'lovejoy' to still very much be my vibe despite that.

thinking about self described Aromantic British Noises, Lovejoy.

thinking about Lovejoy.

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I hate how oddly sexualized breasts are, and how oddly sexualized bedrooms are, and I hate how anything not inherently sexual gets sexualized, it was hot outside and me and my boyfriend were watching his friend repair his truck at my house and I had a shirt off and only my binder on since yk it was hot out, and the other guys also had their shirts off and it was considered fine, but when me and my boyfriend went to go relax in the ac in my room I changed from my binder to a sports bra cause my ribs hurt and kept a shirt off cause I was still sweating a lot and really hot, and my mom came in complaining about how I need to wear a shirt and how it's weird to wear only a bra in a bedroom with your significant other even though she knows I'm ace and she thinks it's weird since he isn't ace and I have breasts and bedrooms are sexualized, why is it okay to not have a shirt as one assigned gender and not the other, why are certain environments more sexualized than others, it makes no sense especially since we weren't doing anything sexual, neither me nor him made it weird, but my mom was making a huge deal out of having tits in a bedroom

maybe it's cause I'm autistic or maybe cause I'm asexual but I think the oversexualization of literally everything is weird

Anyway if you're complaining about how the stupid idiot Tumblr babies don't know anything about the 1960s bc sometimes in fanfic a tf2 man will say the word "transgender", please remember that "ragequit", "camper", and "gg" are words that tf2 characters say in the game with their mouths. Was it historically accurate to the Cold War for Scout, a man with a chest tattoo of a song that came out in 1999, to tell you to ragequit

I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything

why do so many fics portray octavius as being super uptight and serious like have you seen him in canon this man is an agent of chaos and a complete enabler and enjoyer of jed’s unhinged behaviour

I read a post once that said there's a theory that maybe we ARE alone in the universe simply because the universe is so young. We might be the first ones! And what if that were true?

What if we become The Old Ones. What if we send ourselves far out into the universe? What if different species evolve from us? And what if we leave not because we destroyed our own world, but because our curiosity drove us to go as far as possible.

How many generations until Earth becomes a legend? How many species have legends of a world almost destroyed, until the poorest of the Old Ones banded together to save it from the greed of the rich overlords? How many people nesting in the stars would take the story of our planet's near destruction and use it to guide their way of life into something better than what we have now?

Imagine, space stations full of humanoid descendants of ourselves, all taught from wee infancy to serve the greater good, to have hope in even the most dire circumstances, because the Old Ones never gave up, so neither should their descendants.

Humans are space orcs is a fun concept but I think the defining thing about humanity isn't our brutality, but rather, our capacity for hope.