battlecrazed-axe-mage:

quietsnooze:

quietsnooze:

quietsnooze:

My D&D dice bag design, a sleeping dragon on its hoard of golden treasure, is up for voting on fanforge! Please help it get produced by giving it 5 stars and a comment! Click here!

They’ve
asked me to make a prototype of it, and while I warned them I haven’t
made anything functional like a bag before, they want to see what I come
up with anyway. I’m pretty nervous about it, but hopefully it can
become official D&D merch!

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Guess what’s here and available for preorder!

What the fuck this is so cute

I have too many dice bags but I still ordered this one immediately, like, it was out of my hands

dangerousyako:

the great thing about izuku midoriya is. he is just vibrating with indescribable energy. at all times he is the way i am after seven cups of coffee. he is always inhabited by the kind of manic drive that most people only glance at during a life-changing nervous breakdown in middle school. the only thing tethering him to this world and preventing him from flinging himself straight into the sun is probably his love for his mom. he is unrestrained by concepts like “pain” or “reality”. this little man has never met a lick of common sense in his life. when all might inevitably dies of old age izuku will physically transport himself and successfully fistfight god for his soul

penny-anna:

gandalfsbane:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

Merry: we’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Legolas will and will not eat

Pippin: grass? yes!

Merry: moss? yes!!

Pippin: leaves? Ohh, yes!

Merry: bootlaces? Strange but true!

Pippin: worms? Sometimes!

Merry: Rocks? Nah

Pippin: twigs? usually!

Merry: Pippin’s cooking? Inconclusive!

Faramir: how did you… test this

Merry: you just hand him stuff and say ‘this is for you’ and if he eats it, he eats it

Faramir: …….I don’t know how to feel about this

Aragorn: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE BOOTLACES WENT

Pippin: well what did you need so many spare bootlaces for anyway

Aragorn: in case… the ones in my boots…. break!!!

Pippin: !!!!!ohhh!!!

Merry: aha!

Faramir: how could you not know that

Pippin: pff you expect me to know how boots work? *walks away*

Legolas: when I ate them, I did not know they were your bootlaces. I thought they were leathery and inferior worms.

Aragorn: so you didn’t even enjoy them

Aragorn: why did you eat them ALL if you didn’t enjoy them

Legolas: Merry and Pippin seemed to like it when I ate the gifts they gave me so usually I ate them

Merry: *slamming his fist down upon the table* you’ve COMPROMISED our test results!! 

Gimli, from a distance: 

Merry, yelling back: WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT IT ARE YOU A SCIENTIST

Gimli: YES

agatharights:

copperbadge:

kyraneko:

porcelaincloud:

trashfirefallon:

out-there-on-the-maroon:

vstheworld:

prokopetz:

People keep asking who would do all the menial jobs if they didn’t have the threat of starvation hanging over their heads, but in my experience there are plenty of people who would be overjoyed to spend all day running minor errands for folks if they were allowed to tell the rude ones to fuck off.

If money wasn’t a problem, I actually enjoy the physical labor of my job and the sense of fulfillment at having something concrete I can look at and accomplish—it’s the being treated like a vending machine/punching bag while also making barely liveable wages that make the whole thing suck, not the work itself

I really enjoyed the tetris like feel of bagging groceries and stocking shelves for years. What wore me down was the inconsistent hours, bad pay, poor treatment of workers overall (they treated the elderly employees especially horribly) and nasty customers who I couldn’t tell off. 

For more pay, and more protection, I’d have happily stayed for a while longer.

I absolutely LOVE working early hours making coffee and tea and donuts and all that. I would fucking show up at 4am in the morning to work in a coffee shop that doesn’t have a manager constantly screaming at how long the line is and how many sales we need to make in an hour to reach our quota.

Like, I just really enjoy making food and mornings and people. 

Yeah tbh I really like selling phones and helping people understand their technology, I love helping people in general, if malwart wasn’t such a hell hole it’d be perfect

“But who would do all the menial jobs if we didn’t threaten people with starvation?”

Have you considered making them not menial?

1.(of work) not requiring much skill and lacking prestige.“menial factory jobs"synonyms:unskilled, lowly, humble, low-status, inferior, degrading;

The degradation of these jobs and the workers who do them is artificial and deliberate, made to justify the low wages and help reinforce the system that keeps people doing them despite said degradation.

It is entirely possible to create workspaces where the people who do these jobs are treated well, valued, allowed comfort and boundaries. This is a thing we can do.

I loved being the front-desk receptionist for my company. I had lots of time to read and write. I wrote and published a novel a year as a receptionist; since leaving that job I’ve written three and published one in seven years. I enjoyed making sure everyone got the help they needed, and I even liked taking phone calls. I liked being in a union job. I was good at it and everyone in the company knew me and knew I could help them if they had a problem. 

I just couldn’t live long-term on what they were paying me, especially since without the union-mandated cost of living raises I would never get a raise at all. If I earned then what I’m earning now, with the merit raises I now get, I never would have left it. 

I liked working freight. I liked hauling boxes out of a truck and stocking shelves, I loved putting together displays and arranging the sales areas of the store. I was one of the longest-term employees they had, and I knew how to do everything, I had great reveiws and was consistently called upon to teach new employees because I had figured out fast, efficient ways to do my work, I got compliments from my coworkers and I was known by them as a helping hand and someone who they could rely on to have the answers, especially if our manager wasn’t sure what was going on.

Anyways, I fuckin’ quit because they treated me and my coworkers like shit.

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