Cleric: Are You A Vampire? Vampire: Well It’s Raining So Technically I’m A Dampire.

Damn how could I not know that :/

"Wasn’t Kurt Cobain that guy who committed suicide?"

No. He was a lot more than that, you ignorant fuck.

*frantically takes notes*

I always find it kind of weird that matriarchal cultures in fiction are always “women fight and hunt, men stay home and care for the babies” because world-building-wise, it makes no sense

think about it. like, assuming that gender even works the same in this fantasy culture as it does in ours, with gender conflated with sex (because let’s be real, all of these stories assume that), men wouldn’t be the ones to make the babies, so why would they be the ones to care for the babies? why is fighting and hunting necessary for leadership?

writing a matriarchy this way is just lazy, because you’re just taking the patriarchy and just swapping the people in it, rather than actually swapping the culture. especially when there are so many other cool things you could explore. like, what if it’s not a swap of roles but of what society deems important?

maybe a matriarchy would have hunting and fighting be part of the man’s job, but undervalued. like taking the trash out or cleaning toilets: necessary, but gross, and not noble or interesting. maybe farming is now the most important thing, and is given a lot of spiritual and cultural weight.

how would law work? what crimes would exist, and what things would be considered too trivial to make illegal? who gets what property? why?

how would religion work? how would you mark time or the passage into adulthood? what would marriage look like? if bloodlines are through the mother, bastardy wouldn’t even be a concept - how does that work?

what qualities would be most important in a person? how would you define strength or leadership? what knowledge would be the most coveted and protected? what acts or roles are considered useless or degrading?

like, you can’t just take our current society and say you’re turning it on its head when you’re just regurgitating it wholesale. you have to really think about why things are the way they are and change that. 

Rappel cordial que les artworks de L5R = <3 (Et ceux de Mario Wibisono en particulier)

Bayushi Misaki by MarioWibisono

Eliza Bennett

A Woman’s Work is Never Done

A series of photographic works titled ‘A Woman’s Work is Never Done’ Using my own hand as a base material, I considered it a canvas upon which I stitched into the top layer of skin using thread to create the appearance of an incredibly work worn hand.  By using the technique of embroidery, which is traditionally employed to represent femininity and applying it to the expression of its opposite, I hope to challenge the pre-conceived notion that ‘women’s work’ is light and easy.  Aiming to represent the effects of hard work arising from employment in low paid ‘ancillary’ jobs, such as cleaning, caring and catering, all traditionally considered to be ‘women’s work’. 

The technique, I recall first applying to my hand under a table during a home economics class in school. I was totally amazed to find that I could pass a needle under the top layers of skin without any pain, only a mild discomfort.  As with many childhood whims it passed and I hadn’t thought any more about it until quite recently when I decided to apply the process to my hand to make it appear calloused and work worn like that of a manual labourer. Some viewers consider the piece to be a feminist protest, for me it’s about human value. After all, there are many men employed in caring, catering, cleaning etc… all jobs traditionally considered to be ‘women’s work’. Such work is invisible in the larger society, with ‘A woman’s work’ I aim to represent it.  (artist statement)

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I love this so much! Less 20-something heroes, more veterans badasses.

Dame Julia Beatrix Tyburn, Templar.

“Age doesn’t matter when the cause is timeless.”

Matt Colville is a great person and a awesome DM. A combination too rare to ignore.

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHUCi6ZbVxU)

i love hearing stories of successful popular DMs being super inclusive

Les vertus de l’éloignement

Ou comment le mal du pays peut faire du bien

J’écris ces lignes sur un clavier QWERTY, une sacrée saloperie qui m’a tordu les doigts pendant plusieurs semaines. Depuis 16 mois, je vis en Angleterre. Depuis 16 mois, j’ai quitté la France et décidé de m’immerger dans une culture (pas si ?) différente. Pendant ces quelques mois, j’ai tenté autant que possible de m’intégrer dans la population anglaise : sa culture, ses préoccupations, sa langue, sa nourriture (j’ai pris 7 kilos, youpi), etc.

Malgré tout, j’ai gardé pendant mon temps ici une certaine gêne. Mon pays, mes amis, ma langue, mes petites habitudes de français me manquait. Un mal du pays partiellement atténué (ou amplifié, je suis sûr qu’il y a des études là-dessus) par les miracles de l’internet et de la 3G pas cher en Angleterre, me donnant accès a : Twitter, Facebook et autres sources d’informations plus ou moins variées, qui m’ont permis de garder un œil sur l’actualité française.

Lorsque je suis parti, cela ne faisais que quelques mois que le gouvernement de François Hollande était en place. Comprenez : les gens n’avaient pas encore trouvé contre quoi râler.

C’est donc de l’autre cote de la Manche que j’ai vu la France commencer à s’agiter, comme une entité lointaine, impersonnelle. Une curieuse bête dans une cage en verre, dont on observe les luttes avec un œil extérieur, un recul qu’il est difficile d’avoir quand ce bordel est quotidien, qu’on vous les crache à la gueule via la télé, la radio, les journaux etc.

C’est sans doute la période de ma vie ou je me suis le plus indigné, le plus politisé, le plus renseigné sur le racisme, le féminisme, l’homophobie, la transphobie et la grossophobie. Avant, c’était une espèce de malaise diffus, cette espèce de menace qui ne me concerne pas (coucou, mâle blanc cisexuel hétéro classe moyenne), et qui était largement surestimé. J’estimai que tout cela n’était que dramatisation de cas isolés et élucubrations d’extrémistes en manque d’attention.

Parce que les voix qui me parvenaient depuis la France en parlaient, et que je suis curieux. Égalitaire idéaliste, j’ai été révulsé (je pèse mes mots), lorsque j’ai découvert les harcèlements et discriminations quotidiennes vécues par les femmes, homosexuel-le-s, bi-e-s, trans, personnes racisé-e-s. Quand ce n’est pas une combinaison de tout ça (cf. intersectionalité). C’est un peu comme découvrir la blessure purulente cachée par un pansement parfumé. Si on s’approche pas, si on ne touche pas, si on ne sent pas… ma foi, tout va bien, ça va passer.

Alors que putain, non. Des voix, il y en a, en fait, si on tend l’oreille. Des arguments, y en a si on passe outre les préjugés. Des discours intelligents, y en a si on prend la peine de lire. Des injustices, il y en a si on oublie ses petits problèmes quotidiens. Des témoignages, il y en a si on est prêts a les écouter.

L’éloignement m’a fait prendre conscience de tout ça, de toutes ces luttes que je pensais trop évidentes, de ces discriminations que je pensais dépassées, de toutes ces remarques « humoristiques ».

Non, elles sont toujours là. Mais c’est décidé, ça ne passera pas par moi. Prendre la parole sur ces sujets (sans la confisquer aux victimes), ça m’aurait fait peur, sans cette grande claque reçue depuis les quatre coins du Web. Plus maintenant.

Dare to date a GM 😊

I've accidentally misread it as "date a DM" and thought "oh my fuckin' god, YES!". Got slightly disappointed. And punched by my gf. Worth it.

“Date a DM” is pretty good advice that will lead to you usually having someone to run a game for you.

But “Dare to DM” is even better advice, because you’ll always be able to play an RPG if you’re the one willing to run it!

Anyway, I lolled.

Naziyah Mahmood is a woman of contradictions. She was a scientist for the European Space Agency, an artist and soon to be published writer/poet. Also, she is a deadly martial artist and weapons collector while being a peace loving woman of faith. Naziyah has overcome a tough upbringing and disability to become an academic of excellence……who can also kick your butt. (x)

WHAT A BADASS <3 <3

“I do get a lot of odd looks when walking around Glasgow, especially when I’m training. There is still that stereotype here that women dressed like me should just be in the kitchen. An old instructor of mine used to call me his ‘little ninja girl.’ I didn’t mind because it gave me an advantage. I was taken lightly and I routinely got underestimated, especially when sparring. I remember one male student who was well over 6ft reassured me by saying,

‘Don’t worry. I will go easy on you.’

He soon found himself on the floor.”

Bloody hell this is just great *_*

Some dwarves beauties for your day <3

Barís - @the-dragongirl Mizim - @flukeoffate Gimris - @aviva0017 Photos - @houkakyou Characters by @determamfidd