Its-a-game-i-lost

still amazes me that by season 45 or whatever, Supernatural was being exclusively watched by delusionally hopeful women with flamingo-salinity tolerance for bad writing and the creators still couldn’t pander to them because maybe there was 1 straight guy out there still accidentally watching it

Here’s that subclass! I do want to say, this class isn’t mine, I simply fixed the mechanics and some balancing issues. I don’t have the @ for the original, but if you look up Stitcher on DNDBeyond you’ll find them! (Just to give credit where it’s due.)

I plan to add some more upgrades, and more options for the Opus, and am willing to take suggestions, so hit me with your best ideas

i hate it i hate it i hate- 

*cups ao3 author's face in my hands gently* please. you are the only one who understands the blorbos correctly. you must write more.

People on tumblr be like “Wilbur isn’t a redeemable character because he was a bad dad and also mentally ill” please just say you don’t know how redemption arcs work and move on

Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

The stigma of self-inserts is so harmful to the creative process. Relax. Admit it. Everything you make is derivative of yourself, always, no exceptions. You can turn the mirror into tinier and tinier shards or you can make it as big as you want to reflect as much as you want. At the end of the day it's always going to show you inside of it. Pretending otherwise is stupid.

yeah

420 years ago, on 4/20, the moon was made of weed.