Queer History Nerd

i would like to announce that the game changer bingo episode has inspired my roommate and i to create bingo cards for each other which we will secretly fill out and then whoever gets bingo first wins something (idk what yet we're still in the planning stages) i write this as my roommate imitates the sound of the washing machine. very excited for this hehe

I need more people to boop, pls like (or reblog) this if I can spam you with boops thank 💜

mfs be so quick to make cloud ftm cause he’s ‘twink coded’ but what about barret. where’s my ftm barret. don’t be a coward. make that big tittied full bearded masculine muscular MAN ftm. go on. come on. come in the water’s fine

just out of curiosity bc some people I know with glasses can just go a few hours or a day without them and be chill but I need them on all the time or I’ll go crazy

I think that when we tell teenagers that their lives will be over if they don't have the most perfect possible trajectory through the education system, that this is, perhaps, if I may be bold, not good for them,

more stuff about becoming a god being inherently dehumanizing pls

Dancing under the stars

trying to prove a point. no nuance to this answer just say yes or no.

reblog this please, i want a lot of answers

I’ve been depressy so I wanted to kiss all of the companions. Sorry I’m missing Halsin, Jaheira, and Minsc I got tired 😩

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Thinking about Gale's spellbook.

Not the old one, the one he carried when he was Gale, the Wizard of Waterdeep - a gorgeous, leather-and-silver bound thing that bulged with a lifetime's worth of accumulated knowledge. There were spells in there penned over wine and cheese with Elminster; in a flow state that bordered on the spiritual after a night with Mystra, remembering her instruction, the feel of her soul against his. That spellbook was the testament to his success, the proof that he had excelled beyond the excellent -

And then Mystra cut him off from the Weave, and it all become meaningless.

His own runes, rendered incomprehensible; beautiful spell-glyphs that turned from condensed power and knowledge to worthless pieces of art. He has to start anew, from the ground up - reforging his connection to the Weave without Mystra's guidance (without her, without), relearning schoolboy spells. Humiliatingly easy magic, the kind he used to do like it was breathing, except this time he has to study and work and try and try, Tara urging him on with firm but gentle words.

He learns different spells, now. Mage Armour, Shield, Magic Missile. Not the kind of spells that he'll ever need on a day-to-day basis; spells that'll keep him alive long enough when he makes an exodus to the depths of the Underdark, or the centre of some desert wastes, and goes supernova.

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