idea: assless gaffs

this is the only good post on this blog

Psychic: *reads my mind*

My Brain: Eighteen months is too long to wait, Bring back the doctor don’t hesitate. It was a cold wet night in November Twenty two years ago, There was a police box in a junkyard We didn’t know where it would go, An old man took two teachers Into time and space, It started off a legend That no other could replace. Doctor in distress, Let’s all answer his S.O.S., Doctor in distress, Bring him back now, we won’t take less.

Psychic: What The Fuck

snout out to all the wereboars out there, u rock

Instructions for a walk in the woods

thanatosjr:

Never turn around to check behind you. You’ll see nothing, but once you start doing it you won’t be able to stop, and an ominous feeling will follow you until you don’t lock your house’s door behind you.

If you stand very still and listen you will hear the woods calling for you. Don’t answer. Never answer.

You’ll hear things quietly following you, hidden in the trees by your sides. It’s okay, they’re just checking on you.

Don’t be scared, but be really, really wary.

If you have a bad feeling about taking a certain path, don’t. You’ll avoid whatever is waiting for you at the end of it.

You never know what may be buried under the soil you’re walking on. Remember that every time you take a step. Pray that whatever it is, it won’t wake up.

Be careful not to step on any beetle, or you’ll never get rid of them.

If you bring a knife with you, name it. Otherwise the blade will turn against you as soon as you try to use it.

Make sure you remember the way back home. As soon as you get lost, you’re just another piece of fresh meat.

you: mary sue
me, an intellectual: Gulliver Revived or the Vice of Lying properly exposed; containing singular Travels, Campaigns, Voyages, and Adventures in Russia, the Caspian Sea, Iceland, Turkey, Egypt, Gibraltar, up the Mediterranean, on the Atlantic Ocean and through the Centre of Mount Etna into the South Sea: also an Account of a Voyage into the Moon and Dog-Star with many extraordinary Particulars relative to the Cooking Animal in those Planets, which are there called the Human Species, by Baron Munchausen

me: i’m not that tall i’m only 194 cm

me after converting that to 6 feet and 4 inches: i’m tall in american

hey but also what if i fixed gnolls to be more like were-hyenas

like i love the idea of gnolls but the thing that i hate most in d&d is that the fallback for nearly every Bad Guy Species is “yeah they’re sentient creatures but they’re just Too Dumb to be anything but evil”. like gnolls are very specifically written as this tidal wave of evil driven by hunger to destroy but it’s mostly because they’re apparently Too Savage to develop agriculture? like seriously d&d is it literally just the main four races that grow their own food and everyone else is fed by their scraps. or the bad guys literally can only eat raw flesh and haven’t yet learnt the magic of carbs. That’s Bad Worldbuilding.

lycanthropes is an incorrect umbrella term for were-creatures

lycanthropes just refers to wolf forms. it doesn’t apply to shapeshifters of any other animal. it is definitely not an acceptable term for every shapeshifter affected by the lunar cycle