that’s a whole man.
me, explaining liches to my new players: so basically they have to constantly take the souls of people to ensure that they continue to be a lich. like an adobe subscription
barbarian: adobe soulscribtion
A couple folks said they’d be interested in seeing the actual process of me writing an entire fic around one line of dialogue, and that seemed like a fun challenge, so I wrote this fic in a day so I could write THAT.
Just a silly fun little thing please enjoy (and if you want you can find the behind-the-scenes HERE!)
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“This doesn’t bother you at all?”
“What doesn’t?” Bucky asks, not looking up from his book.
“This,” Scott says again, unhelpfully. The word is accompanied by the entire couch jolting slightly as he flails his arms at the TV, and Bucky finally looks up.
He hasn’t been paying attention while the rest of the room flips through channels and argues about what to watch, but it looks like they’ve temporarily paused on coverage of the SI press event going on right now. Bucky gets a little distracted just watching Tony smile and charm everyone on his way out of the venue, and when he spots Happy waiting nearby he starts calculating how long it’ll take Tony to get back to the tower, but when Scott makes an impatient sound Bucky tears his eyes away from the TV.
“That Tony has to do these things?” Bucky asks in confusion, “I mean, a little, but only because it leaves me stuck hanging out with you assholes.” He leans back to dodge the throw pillow Sam hurls at him from the other end of the couch and then points out, “You’ve been arguing with Clint about The Voice for an hour, that’s longer than the show.”
“I think he means Tony flirting with all the reporters and their camera men,” Natasha chimes in from where she’s curled up in the armchair.
“That is what I mean,” Scott confirms, most of his attention on grabbing one of the spare pillows as ammo just in case and hey look at that, he’s learning.
“Why would that bother me,” Bucky says dismissively, “he’s just flirtin’ his way out like he always does so he can get home quicker. Plus, Tony flirts with everything. Literally, I once saw him run into a chair and then flirt with it.”
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everyone at work was all “omg you look so tired” and “are you alright?” and “i dont know what it is you just look over life” but only my mum had the balls to tell me that “your lazy eyelid is extra lazy today”
If anyone's following me who has seen the: they brought dire wolves back articles.
Please understand this is a drastic failure of scientific reporting. What they have done is impressive science, but they have not brought dire wolves back.
They found a few gene fragments that were in dire wolves and manufactured similar in wolves.
To quote a reddit thread: it's like putting a few words of hamlet in another play and claiming its hamlet.
We have put jellyfish genes in cats to make them glow: those cats are not now jellyfish.
It's impressive to be able to identify and insert the genes like that, but these are not dire wolves and, to be frank, do not even resemble current models of dire wolves.
I want to make this clear. It is an impressive scientific achievement.
But the communication here is near outright fraudulent in my opinion.
I am rather dissappointed and can already feel the numerous convos I'm gonna have to have with random people online about this.
I hate being a killjoy.
““I’m not a moral backbone, per say. I’m more of a moral appendix. I’m here, but I’m apparently useless and sometimes I explode.””
— -Our lawful good but also insanely anxious cleric’s player.
golf sucks but mini golf is fucking awesome....truly one of life's great paradoxes