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the “There are always men like you.” line in Avengers was better than all of Infinity War and Endgame.

Every time I see a gifset of this scene cut off at Loki’s “there are no men like me” line I want to scream because that’s not the point of the scene the point is that there are always men like Loki (and that’s not a good thing no matter how hard fans try to make it seem sexy) but there will always be people who stand up among the kneeling masses and say “no” even when faced with certain death, because dying standing is better than living and kneeling to tyranny how do you miss the point so badly
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moonvevo:Here is the donation page as well!!https://ift.tt/2xEfpkp & Hopi...

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moonvevo:

Here is the donation page as well!!

https://www.gofundme.com/f/NHFC19Relief

Navajo & Hopi Families COVID-19 Relief Fund organized by Ethel Branch

moonvevo:

My distant grandfather was one of three chiefs around the time when the original aid was sent to Ireland— it’s a beautiful piece of history that ties Ireland to Native Americans (namely the Choctaw Nation) in a beautiful and profound way. Ireland has even recently set up a scholarship for Choctaw students to study in Ireland as part of the two nations deep history.

The Choctaw Nation had recently in its history (around the 1830s) gone through the Trail of Tears, and were hardly in a position to help any others while suffering so greatly. Yet, when news of the famine in Ireland surfaced, the Choctaw Nation gave more in aid than both the US and UK combined.

The Choctaw Nation’s Gift to the Irish

hundondestiny:

“from Irish donor, Pat Hayes, sent from Ireland across the ocean: “From Ireland, 170 years later, the favour is returned! To our Native American brothers and sisters in your moment of hardship.”

i cannot explain how quickly i started crying 

seashellronan:

after some more research i should clarify that it’s actually individual irish people donating to a gofund me to help members of the navajo nation in remembrance of the generosity of the choctaw tribe during the famine, which is very cool here’s an article

seashellronan:

ireland sending aid to native americans affected by the corona virus in return for their help during the famine that is truly iconic, big brain activity
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this quarantine, we’re bringing tumblr back! I’ve tried the other social media platforms, and I hate them! they make me use my real name! they’re always trying to sell me things! here, the mean users are random antis or racist bone thieves. on twitter, it’s the actual president of the united states. don’t you miss reading 1800 word rants about the way two characters looked at each other in a three second scene? wouldn’t you rather be looking at a gifset of katara right now? fuck instagram. I’m crawling back to my hovel.

…I have to admit that when I read the fist line, I heard it to the tune of “I’m bringing sexy back” and was befuddled when I realized the text in it’s entity wasn’t a parody thereof. 

“We’re bringing Tumblr back - “
“Them other platforms don’t know how to act - “
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planktonicrelationship:

The best hashtag evah

The firmer you grasp the fish, the more complete your understanding of sea life will become. Underwater labcoat completely necessary for this step, unlike breathing apparatuses like a snorkel or a regulator. Real marine biologists grow gills upon getting their diploma.
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So in Goblin Squad D&D yesterday, our Barbarian had just… the stupidest, DUMBEST, most terrifying, absolutely godlike thing happen to him.

This is a story of numbers, but it’s still beautiful.

We were fighting a dragon.

The dragon is hopping around while the Barbarian is just racing around trying to catch up to her

Dragon finally decides, no, really, fuck specifically THAT ranger and goes hog fucking wild on me (I LIVED!) but holds still long enough for the Barbarian to finally rage and LEAP ONTO HER BACK and go STAB

Dragon sees this and goes, “Oh. Sick.” 

and just goes VERT

Pro: I am not tanking anymore

Con: She instantly moves FOUR HUNDRED FEET STRAIGHT UP INTO THE AIR…. with our  raging Barbarian holding on for dear gottdamn life

One round later, she’s another 160 feet up, still getting stabbed by a Barbarian who has somehow held on, now getting attacked by ballistae and we’re all starting to get CONCERNED

Because if they take that dragon down, that is 560 feet our Barbarian is also falling out of the sky, and he is not attuned to the ONLY THING WE HAVE that can save his fucking life from that height

I’m sitting there doing math, trying to determine if 560′ is enough to kill him outright, silently being very grateful we still have exactly ONE diamond to rez his ass

and the dragon just goes VERT again, ANOTHER four hundred feet in the air

The Barbarian, now finally free from any potential collateral, cackles, as he is at long last, unshackled by the restraints of his conscience.

He has a tattoo, you see, which allows him to cast Fireball once per day

centered on himself

with a save which he autofails

But he is a tiefling.

And this fucker still has 160 hit points by the time it’s done exploding. But the explosion sends him backward as he fails the Athletics check to continue holding on and he begins to fall.

He falls for 3 fucking rounds and we can only watch our friend fall to his certain death.

The DM… has to roll ninety six d6s

let that number sink in for you

NINETY. SIX. D6s. They normally roll with real dice, you can hear the clickety clack through the discord, but  they had to get out a fucking app for this because they do not OWN ninety. fucking. six. d6s.

It comes out to 402 fucking bludgeoning damage he takes on impact as he leaves a Barbarian shaped crater in the center of the forum, 10 feet wide, 5 feet deep, a cloud of dust and broken brick shooting out as he lands.

And do you know what happens next?

Do you know what the fuck we see as the dust settles?

We hear a cough, and a see a thumbs up come out of the crater. 1 hit point left.

402 damage. Raging as he landed, halved to 201. He had 160HP left, it only brought him down to -41, not enough to kill him outright (you have to get equal to negative your max HP), AND HE’S LEVEL 12, which means he has access to Relentless Rage: the first time you’d drop below 0 HP, if it doesn’t outright kill you, you have to roll a Con save of 10 or higher to instead drop to 1 HP. He rolled an 11.

He fell almost a THOUSAND feet from the air off the back of a fucking dragon, took NINETY SIX D6 FALL DAMAGE, AND LIVED.

His arena name lived up to the hubris of this fucking swan dive. All hail ALTANIN, THE UN-FUCKING-BREAKABLE
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*snicker*. Just. With Tristain - 

I have a sudden mental image of Nyx and/or Titus just - in a standoff with an unspecified enemy, tense, watching, waiting for that one moment when the moment is *right* to move, to explode into action, and the tension rachets higher, higher - 

And then Tristan bursts onto the scene, incoherently yelling his head off  and knocking over everything in his path (accidentally trampling the unspecified enemy in the process) as he flees from the gleeful tonberry who loves the game his New Friend is playing with them - 

Nyx and/or Titus are left, blinking, at the figurative dust cloud and the groaning enemy Tristan left in his wake. 

In the distance: “I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO GRAN!“ Tristan wails.

(Side note(s): Tristan unconsciously making use of his (unknown) magic is what allowed him to trample the unspecified enemy, and the tonberry likes the New Friend who, in an odd ways, reminds him/it/them of the Night King.)

(Side note 2.0: Tristan is now scouring his mind for everything his Gran ever, EVER told him and taking her words as holy (hah) gospel when it comes to survival. This, incidentally, is what leads to events such as him grimly leaving a saucer of milk out in the evenings whenever he can - which only helped cement him as New Friend in the minds of the Tonberries.)

I’m giggling! I love this? Just, it starts out with Tristan backing away slowly from the tonberries that have been stalking him whenever he ventures outside of Hammerhead. and then he just. books it out of there and while his knees hate him after five minutes of running he keeps going.

“OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY,” Tristan yells as shoves the enemy Titus and Nyx were facing out of the way with a blast of magic from his hand said enemy goes flying into a tree.

He’s vaguely aware that something in him almost purrs at the other two that are there but he just keeps fucking running because he knows that motherfucking green asshole is gathering a pack to chase after him.

The tonberries meanwhile are just. YES THIS IS A FRIEND WE LOVE HIM. WE MUST TELL OUR KING ABOUT HIM SO THEY CAN BE FRIENDS TOO! YES. HUMAN FRIEND IS NICE AND GIVES US MILK AND SWEETS AND HASN’T ATTACKED US YET. HUMAN FRIEND GOOD.

Human Friend Tristan would very much like it for you guys to put the knives down please that’s one of the main reasons he keeps on running from you guys.

hamelin_born

*giggles* The Tonberries think this is a Fun Game, and swarm happily after Tristan, waving their lanterns - and their knives - enthusiastically. This is not helping with Tristan’s nerves. 

…Tristan didn’t meant to blast the unspecified enemy. In fact he’s probably - well, unaware that he did blast them? He was working off of instinct and nerves and far more concerned with getting away from the knives. Yes, he might be developing something of a phobia at this point in time. 

And honestly, the magic - probably isn’t that much of a surprise. He’s already landed in magic-land, why shouldn’t he have magic? He’s just glad that al the old, ‘nonsensical’ things his Gran drummed into him actually have a practical use. Such as the pacing out of a circle as night falls, weaving your hands just so  - 

Tristan is completely unaware that the art of creating havens is, presumably, a lost art. And that they’re supposed to be blue, not burgundy. 

Titus and Nyx are just. A Shock. What. What. Really? What?

sparklecryptid
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Day 4 is celestial!! I really wanted to bring back my fav from last year’s mermay for this one!!
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Truth be told, Tristan no longer doubts any of his family legends. Mom once set something on fire with her mind? Yeah, totally believable now. Gran’s stories of betrayal and walking living gods and goddesses? Yep. Totally true, especially when he hears the names of the Six and they all match up with the names in his Gran’s stories.

And now I’m just seeing Tristan being like. Completely freaked out if he runs into Gentiana. Just. No. No. First he had to deal with killer plush toys (because come on tonberries look like plush toys) and now he has to deal with his Gran’s living nightmare? No. He’s not dealing with that. Not today.

And yeah, he’s totally freaking out. So he goes and hides in one of Titus’ big ass sweaters because the man is a sweater fiend.
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