Spellcasters hate this fact but if you just stick your fingers in their mouth while they’re casting a spell with a verbal component it’s literally more effective than a counter spell.
This also works with pinning their hands against the wall when they’re trying to use somnatic components.
Basically if you make out sloppy style while pressed against a wall the spellcasters can’t do anything
straight guys are absurd. i once asked one if they’d kiss a boy for $50,000 and they said no. at that point it’s not even gay it’s just the best option
she’s a lesbian girl now if anyone wanted an update.
i’m gonna be honest i didn’t even read the tweet because i had to hit reblog too fast when i saw this guy’s name is “i like hitting police because i am homosexual”
I was a cheerleader at university, this was in the UK so not serious at all, but we did go and compete at Nationals which were being held in Bournemouth, a fair distance from our uni in London. One of the girls was like “omg you can stay at my house! My parents live like 30 minutes away.” so all 25 of us got on the coach with a blanket and pillow and clothes, expecting to like, stay at a house.
Her house in the New Forest. They had a pool and hot tub, a pool house, and I think 4 or 5 bedrooms and 2 reception rooms. I say “I think” because we weren’t actually allowed to stay in the house. Our coach and 2 male members stayed in the pool house, which had a very small room, plus a bathroom which all of us were to share. The rest of us had to sleep in a big tent gazebo thing in the garden. In May in England. When none of us were prepared for camping. It was about 10°c in the night, not comfortable at all.
I very briefly saw the inside of the house when I asked her mother if there was another bathroom because we were running late and i needed to put my contact lenses in, and she shooed me into a cupboard under the stairs. The living room I caught a glimpse of had enough space for all of us to sleep there.
The next day when we got back from the competition, we were given a BBQ dinner! Which consisted of 1 chicken leg and 1 potato each.
For the privilege of staying at her house, we all had to give Nadine £5.
Every time I see a post like this, I think of that time, freezing my ass off, in a mansion garden.
And they wonder why we say Eat the rich.
My dear old mum says “those who are good, give of what they have with their whole hearts, while those who aren’t and who have plenty will not give a shit for free”. And she is right.
I have had “friends” – people who I had considered upstanding, trustworthy folks, whom I’d helped and provided for before with no expectation of reciprocity when I was poor and struggling myself because I thought we were friends – present me with an itemized bill after a car ride. Including cleaning and petrol for their car, which the company they work for pays for. On a black AmEx.
Don’t trust rich fucks, they do not see you as people, never mind equals.
Don’t trust rich fucks, they
do not see you as people,
never mind equals.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
ALT