When that racist person stares at you for a few seconds too long for being around them, when that racist person does the sudden cough, when that racist person gets a little too close to you with no sense of personal space what so ever. Or when they go out of their way to ignore and silence you. These are all tactics to control you by saying that you are an outsider here and to know your place.

Racism didn't go anywhere, it just went under the surface and became micro-aggression. They just learned a new way to lord their feelings of you being inferior over you. You aren't crazy. If a therapist gaslights you about your racism experiences being untrue or hard to believe, get out! It could literally cost you your life or have you wound up with a nervous breakdown. The micro aggressors know exactly what they're doing and which buttons to push in order to have you regress into fawn, freeze, and collapse states with just a glance. In order to really seal it in they ensure repetition to the point where you're suddenly suicidal and feel like you have no way out. Don't believe them. Don't believe it.

Beholder :

A beholder constantly fears for its safety, is wary of any creature that isn’t one of its minions, and is aggressive in dealing with perceived threats. It might react favorably toward creatures that humble themselves before it and present themselves as inferiors, but is easily provoked to attack creatures that brag about their accomplishments or claim to be mighty. Such creatures are seen as threats or fools, and are dealt with mercilessly. Each beholder thinks it is the epitome of its race, and therefore all other beholders are inferior to it — even though, at the same time, it considers other beholders to be its greatest rivals. A beholder might be willing to cooperate with adventurers who have news about another beholder’s lair or activities, and might be nonhostile toward adventurers who praise it for being a perfect example of a beholder.

Giants :

Fire giants on many occasions have ransomed captives back to their families or communities, once the giants determined that a slave had no particular talent they needed and others were willing to pay for its return. Affluent prisoners such as merchants and aristocrats are the most likely to win this sort of reprieve, for obvious reasons. The ransom demanded rarely involves baubles such as gold or gems: fire giants prefer payment in mithral, adamantine, or different slaves (ones with more useful talents or stronger backs).

Gnolls :

Gnolls have little variation in personality and outlook. They are collectively an elemental force, driven by a demon lord to spread death and destruction. The only real opportunity for interaction with gnolls is provided by the cultists that sometimes accompany a war band. This humanoid rabble might have information the characters need or could even be former friends corrupted to the worship of Yeenoghu. To portray a gnoll that is more intelligent or social than the usual, you can give it characteristics similar to Yeenoghu cultists.

Kobolds :

A kobold acknowledges its weakness in the face of a hostile world. It knows it is puny, bigger creatures will exploit it, it will probably die at a young age, and its life will be full of toil. Although this outlook seems bleak, a kobold finds satisfaction in its work, the survival of its tribe, and the knowledge that it shares a heritage with the mightiest of dragons. A kobold isn’t clever, but it isn’t as stupid as an orc. Someone can fool a kobold with smooth words or a quick wit, but when the kobold figures out it has

The title doesn't lie. My Dad is a chair. To be specific, he's a fully upholstered bright orange angel accent living room chair. The kind with wooden legs you'd find in any 3 piece suit from the '70s. He's pretty comfortable, truth be told. A little lumpy in places, but his padding is soft. Warm too. He's always warm. There's also the tell-tale ba-thump ba-thump ba-thump coming from his back cushion. A steady rhythm at my lumbar to remind me I'm sitting in no ordinary chair.

He wasn't always a chair. Until last year he was Kevin the accountant. He was 51, slightly overweight, and generally seemed to enjoy life as a human. He was married to Mom. He still is but, well, as you can imagine it's a little complicated now.

It was funny at first. He came home from work one day and just sat in a corner of the living room.

When we'd ask him why he was sitting on the floor and not the $4000 cream leather couch, he'd just smile and say "It feels right here". It stopped being funny the morning he didn't go to work. Turns out he hadn't slept the night before. He'd been watching a movie with Mom but hadn't gone with her to bed. She left him sitting in his spot, unsuspicious of the "I'm not tired, I'll be up a little later" lie. She and I both begged him to get up but he refused to move. Phoned in sick at work, the whole deal. Just spent the day sitting on the floor in his corner. We kept asking him what was wrong, why he wouldn't get up except to use the bathroom, and he just kept saying "No… no this feels right".

Mom phoned the doctor around the third day of this. He'd stopped eating or drinking, you see. Stopped getting up to use the bathroom too. Surprisingly though there weren't as many… umm… accidents, as you'd think. Once he'd allowed the last of the food and drink to leave him it seemed to stop coming. We also didn't hear his belly growl despite going a day and a half without food. The doctor couldn't make sense of it. Their first guess was that it was psychosomatic, but that wouldn't explain the absence of digestive activity exposed by the stethoscope. They said they'd be back to take some blood samples in a few days after they liaised with some colleagues. Unfortunately, as I said, this was last year. 2020. We never heard back from the doctor thanks to the virus-that-shall-not-be-named. I guess "guy with gut troubles who refuses to move" is low on the priorities list during a global pandemic.

Somehow Mom managed to wrangle long-term sick leave with Dad'

As WH2 nears its end I decided to finally do campaigns with the last few characters I had never won a campaign with, and the final campaign gave me the idea for this writeup. Most campaigns played on Hard/Normal, but VH/N when required for achievements and Legendary/N with Vampire Counts once for the achievement. Campaigns played across a variety of ME, Vortex and WH1, though mostly ME.

First "Best" & "Worst" are about fun, not difficulty. Sometimes a campaign is a real struggle but enjoyable nonetheless, and sometimes rolling over everyone is not fun at all. With that in mind:

Best campaign: Ikit Claw(ME). There is something so satisfying about nuking the Empire into oblivion and combining that with infinite ammo ratling guns, Ikit rapid-firing magic and general skaven hilarity this was an absolute joy to play. Undercities are imo a little underwhelming and I very rarely use them but the rest of the campaign is great

Honourable Mentions:

Sniktch (ME). Deleting a faction from existence was great even though I only got to do it once, and the restrictions on units forcing me to play something other than weapons teams was fun.

Throt (Vortex): Loved Throt's mechanics and also loved feeling like I had to keep moving or I was going to run out of time. Explosive Brood Horrors and Mutant Rat Ogres are hilarious.

Grom (ME): I won the short campaign in 47 turns (still my record) by just rolling over Ulthuan with souped-up Goblins with exploding ammo. Food mechanic gives me hope that Nurgle's similar mechanic will be fun too.

Wurrzag (ME): Seriously cheap Foot of Gork plus magical, resistant savage Orcs? Awesome

I want to note that there were a ton of others that I loved and the honourable mentions list could go on for ages but I decided that 5 best and 5 worst is probably enough. In particular I believe Wulfhart deserves a mention as well because his campaign made me really have to think about when to be aggressive and how to time attacks.

Worst campaign: Malus Darkblade (Vortex): This one might just have recency bias, since I only finished the campaign a couple of days ago, but it is rough. Malus has no good choices. Either spend a ton of money with the costs constantly rising to keep Tzar'kan at bay or suffer virtually no replenishment and difficulty keeping Lords loyal unless they are constantly fighting (which without replenishment is tough to do). I ended up basically doomstacking hydras because they had regen so countered the downside of limited r

Thank you u/Wise_Mulberry3568 for the original prompt!

It was a coincidence to top all coincidences. A circle on the floor. A picture to guide the Other into a more human form. Food. Blood. The half-forgotten name of the Abyss. All things needed to invite that which does not reside on this plane into the world.

The rug was the circle. Rhea carried a hot bowl of soup into the room. Tripped over a shoe. She crashed into the bookcase. A picture frame wobbled, tumbled to the ground. The hot soup spilled across her legs. She opened her mouth, spitting blood from the lip she’d bitten as she fell. The pain set in.

“ARRRHHHHHOOOOOT-AHCK!”

And that’s where the Other found her, as it coalesced into existence. Covered in soup with a swollen lip, surrounded by broken glass and pottery, on the edge of tears from pain and frustration.

“Mortal, thou hast summoned me into your plane—” boomed the faceless figure that was slowly taking on the angles of a human form.

Rhea burst into tears.

“And in doing so, have entered a binding contract? Are you okay? You don’t look okay.”

“I just wanted some soup.” Her voice cracked. “It’s been an awful day and now I have no soup and burned legs and a ruined carpet and a thing in my living room. I didn’t think my day could get worse, but somehow it did.”

Arhotahck’s form finally settled into something humanish. Facial features emerged. It shifted uncomfortably. Normally summonings were just demands upon demands upon demands. Do this. Go here. Bestow that. If the Other didn’t set the boundaries at first, there’d be whining later when the summoner tried to breach contract but couldn’t. “Uh, look. I’m sorry about your day, I really am. I can fix your carpet. And yourself, to an extent.”

Rhea sat up and scrubbed at her face with the cuff of her shirt. “Don’t worry about it,” she muttered. “What in the world are you doing in my living room, anyway?”

“You invited me. Food, blood, circle, all that.” It paused and took another glance around. Things had changed since the last time it had been called, but the Unknowable Arts had a strange, unchanging tendency to them. This room, this person, lacked any familiar marks, any of the signs of one who would know its name and how to call it. “I take it you didn’t mean to?”

“No.” Rhea pulled herself to her feet, gingerly returning the picture to its shelf. It was a watercolor o

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"Who were they? That is the question that everyone asks when those ruins or artifacts are found. The second question is usually: How do we escape with our lives? The Treana'ad Hive Worlds will not speak of them, only lighting a cigarette with a shaking hand. The Mantid Free Worlds will only say that they were friends in joy and sorrow. The Telkan look away and make the sign of Saint Vuxten. The Tnvaru hug themselves and shake their heads. The Lanaktallan will tell you that they were the greatest friends they ever had but will not speak their name. The Wemtarran shudder and make the sign of their Digital Savior, staring at the ground. The Pubvians merely pretend you have ceased to exist. The Canines and Felines refuse to speak, often becoming overwhelmed with sorrow. The Hamaroosa will threaten to roast and eat the curious.

"No species that was capable of superluminal travel at the time, who often have artifacts and ruins of their own ancient cultures mixed in, will tell you who they were nor are there any remaining records.

"It is as if they are all afraid to speak the name of the Builders aloud.

"Who were The Builders? What great power did the Atrekna possessed when the were locked in mortal combat with to produce such horrible weapons in such great number that even today remnants can be found? What drove them to build such works of power and dominance? What caused the Builders to build weapons of such terrible power, ships of such terrifying lines, and such strange and unusual ruins?

"And what happened to them?" - Questions to the audience, "The Builder's Myth: Explained", Geensome University, 4625 Post Atrekna-Builder War.

"It is well known that two great wars engulfed the Cygnus-Orion Galactic Arm Spur in the past. The first was the Atrekna-Lanaktallan-Mantid War, over a hundred and twenty million years ago, although some claim it was only sixty-five million years ago. The second is the Atrekna-Builder's War, sometimes called the Atrekna-Confederacy War, which took place nearly five thousand years ago.

*"During the second Precursor War the Atrekna and The Builders were locked in mortal combat, burning away entire worlds and stellar systems to purge

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

Humans are Weird – Peanut Butter and Fam

Original Post: http://www.authorbettyadams.com/bettys-blog/humans-are-weird-peanut-butter-and-fam

“What has you so pensive Two Trills?” Thirteenth Click asked as they darted around a particularly dense cluster of needle like leaves. “Is the laboratory nature of the forest freaking you out again as the human friends say?”

The massive forest stretched around them, monotonous in its conformity. One of the humans first extra-solar terraforming projects, this forest was one of the giant mammals proudest accomplishments. It was impressive. Even judged by the standards of the great forests of the Winged homeworld these ‘fir’ trees were massive. Their lower branches alone were massive enough to count as decent sized trees in their own right. The rough split bark offered innumerable comfortable perches. The scents that drifted from the internal fluids of the trees were heavenly. The extensive bryophytes that adorned their upper branches were delightful gardens. It was impressive, and disturbing if you didn’t strictly focus on a single tree.

Thirteenth Click understood why the trees were so evenly spaced of course. They were set out in a perfect grid, the pattern not broken, but alternated with the rounder, and near skeletal seasonal alteration trees that were supposedly necessary for optimal growth in the forest web. Somehow between the rigid, unnatural layout of the experimental forest, and the fact that the aggressive fir trees were rapidly killing their necessary companion species, and the fact that the humans considered this botanical warfare not only acceptable but natural, the entire situation just made one a little flighty. On top of all that his rather impressive nasal ridges, which flared and split attractively, were prone to getting stuck in the sap that leaked down from any injury in the tree’s outer bark. Once was quite enough times to need to comm for help because his nose was stuck to a tree.

“Not so much,” his superior answered. “I am just wondering if it is useful to warn you of your foolishness before hand.”

Thirteenth Click shot his superior a rather exasperated side eye. He was truly grateful for all the effort that Two Trills had put into his training. He had truly been a fluffy fledgling despite his University education when he had first been assigned to this research station. Two Trills’s calm confidence

This post will be divided into the following sections:

1. Disclaimer
2. Introduction to the “Mandala” Political Model
3. Early Recorded History of Sriwijaya
4. International Centre(s) of Buddhism
5. Sriwijayan Foreign Policy and Trade
6. Decline and Absorption by Singhasari-Majapahit
7. The Legacy of Sriwijaya Today
8. Conclusions
9. References

1. Disclaimer

Today the world is connected more than ever, but ironically, the vast swathe of information has overwhelmed us all. It is difficult to tell which sources of information are trustworthy, and which ones are, to borrow from the great philosopher Donald Trump, “fake news”. Thus, I believe that it is important for me to be transparent and begin this piece of writing with a disclaimer.

First of all, I am not a historian. My qualifications are in pharmaceutical science and I have a Masters’ degree in Biomedical Engineering. That being said, I have had the chance to work for the Indonesian Embassy in Spain for a few years, and I am in regular correspondence with networks from the Indonesian Foreign Service. My day-to-day routine requires me to keep up to date with national and international politics, study foreign languages, as well as to continuously learn about history and culture.

Secondly, I may have a bias when approaching the topic of Sriwijaya, especially on the theme of religion, as I myself am a practicing Buddhist. A lot of my studies about this are motivated by a desire to study the Hindu-Buddhist heritage of my own country and to preserve it. Indonesian Buddhists of various ethnic backgrounds: Chinese, Javanese and Palembang-Malays are particularly proud of Sriwijaya's legacy, as we shall see later in Section 7 of my essay.

Third, I will only be relying on published books and research journals, which I will provide the links for (wherever possible) so that you may check them out for yourself. An exception will be made for a picture of the Borobudur temple, as well as some sources for Section 7 “The Legacy of Sriwijaya Today”, as I will show some photos and videos of people in present-day Sumatra. I shall provide the original sources of those pictures/videos.

The goal of this essay is not to produce a peer-reviewed paper, but simply to provide you with some basic information about Sriwijaya. As such, my essay will be directed for a general audience and will skip some details for the sake of simplicity. I encourage you to give me feedback after you have read it and to point out mistakes

Every month on my mom's death "monthsary" we light a candle beside her picture. Sometimes we also put a small plate of food beside it. This monthly ritual has become my creative outlet in my grief. I don't just put ordinary candles but I put scented candles and colorful and creative candles. I also add decoration to make it look pretty. This allows me to remember and honor my mom and at the same time have fun in decorating the candles and the set up. I post a picture of it in facebook messenger's Myday because I still want my friends to remember my mom and remember my grief. And it's fun to post it. I have been doing this for 7 months since my mom died on April. (On the first month I was not able to do this because I was in denial and I didnt really know what to do)

Today my Aunt told me to stop lighting up candles and putting food for my mom because they say that Christians don't do that. A sister from church reprimanded my aunt about it (on my behalf I guess) and that sister said that my mom wouldn't like what I was doing. I just laughed at what she said and didn't say anything about it.

As you can imagine, I am furious about it but I just chose not to fight. I am really angry at that "sister in church" who would rather criticize us than comfort us in our grief. Who the hell is she to know what my mom wouldn't like? Did she already die and happen to ask my mom what she likes? We don't even talk regularly and she doesn't talk to my mom often when she was alive. Is she saying she knows my mom more than me? What I know my mom wouldnt like me to do is to slap her and pick a fight with people I don't like.

I will not tell her in her face that her opinion has no value for me. But on Christmas day I plan to set up a more elaborate candle design and put more food. My father agrees with this plan.

I have an urge to post passive aggressive message on facebook. But I restrain myself and remember my mom's last instructions to me to not pick a fight and do not stoop down on their level.

What are your thoughts on this?

So I've recently read Tibiasecrets article on the nomads. link

It's a great read, and after reading it I started a chat with the authors (Mogh and Bosst) because I wanted to share some (to me) interesting lore I've found on the way regarding rotworms.. while writing I found a crazy story. Bear with me. I'm going to show you how magic in Tibia really works and why the hell some rotworm pheromone is extremely valuable.

Okay, so a very simplified recap on the nomads and the rotworms.

The 'true sons of the desert' keeps several secrets

If you're not gonna tell me, I guess I will have to find out the long way...

We help them to retrieve their sacred casket that was stolen from them. We find a note in the thieves hideout, parts of it reads:

>They call themselves "true sons of the desert" and we managed to obtain their sacred casket by accident. What a great day for us. The right people will pay huge amounts of gold for it.
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>So far I found out that the strange substance in the casket has something to do with the rotworm species. It is strongly advisable to keep the substance in the casket. I opened it once and minutes later it swarmed with rotworms and carrion worms. Many of my people died in this accident. We presume that we deal with an attractant of a rotworm queen. No one has ever seen one but we are pretty sure that this species is organised by a queen.

All over their hideout we find lots of rotworms, and this rotworm pheromone we get is very important to them - why?

Why would 'the right people' want to pay huge amounts of gold for some rotworm pheromone?

Pheromone that when released, attracts massive hordes of rotworms?

What can we do with rotworms?

Humgolf is the chief rotworm tamer of Kazordoon. Perhaps he can shed some light into our questions?

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>Player: money
Humgolf: Gold is one of the things my worms can unearth.

Gold huh ;p

Is this why the true sons of the desert hold the rotworm queens pheromone so dearly?

Having a huge supply of rotworms at your command would literally be a goldmine. Or rather, how you would gather a shit tonne of gold from the earth.

Lets ge

Pilot on me!!

Post this on the main League Legends subreddit but I decided to post it here as well.

First of all clarity, I was inspired to make this post because of this video. However, this video mostly goes over the gameplay side of things and I thought It would be fun to examine the lore to see who is a war criminal in-universe.

A few pointers before we begin…

1. Here is the list of war crimes. I will also be referring to the three other tabs of ethnic cleansing, genocide, and crimes against humanity
2. I am mostly going to be focusing on the lore and not the gameplay. The video I linked already covered that. Watch the video before you continue reading my list.
3. Poison is is the most common war crime, however, the video already goes over it and I will only mention it if it's significant in the lore.
4. Also going to be talking about the insanity plea but doing research I learned that the insanity plea isn’t actually that effective. Also this plea varies depending on where you are, four states in the United States do not even have this on the legal books. The burden of proof is 100% on the defendant. Of the 1% that pleaded it, only 25% of those pleas work. I will still bring it up If I think a champ can at least plea but most probably could not get away with that plea.
5. if you think I missed any war crimes tell me and I will add it in and crediting you. I will probably miss something it's a lot of lore I have to look over.
6. Edit: Being an assassin doesn't automatically make you a war criminal. it's only if they are attacking civilians or doing some other War crime will they be on this list.

With that out of the way let’s get to the champions.

Aatrox: You know I could just copy and paste the entire war crime list and just remove sexual assault and anything that involves working with other people and that would cover everything. The guy takes hostages by taking over someone else’s body (I am counting mind control and possession as taking hostages) And murders literally everything in his path and wants to commit genocide on existence itself. He’s also the first example of examining an insanity plea. Killing all life so your existence could end is a decent case of not having rational thoughts. However one of the reasons why the insanity plea often does not work is it’s very hard for juries to sympathize with mass murders and considering the levels of

This happened last weekend.

I have a habit when in a relationship to try to do small acts of kindness for my partner that will help ease their day. This could be grabbing a coffee for them while they're working or making breakfast for them before they wake up. For the sake of this story we're going to focus on my old habit when traveling to always pack an extra toothbrush for my girlfriend.

It started in 2016 when my ex, who I had been dating for some time, had repeatedly forgotten to pack a toothbrush. One weekend we had planned a trip out of town and while packing my toiletry bag I noticed I had an extra toothbrush at home so I packed it for her. She ended up using it on the trip, then left it at my apartment until she eventually brought her own, and I eventually just left the old toothbrush in my toiletry bag in case we went on another trip together. We didn't and broke up not long after and I forgot about the toothbrush.

In 2017 I'm dating someone new and we're going out of town for the weekend. I go to the store and buy new toothbrushes thinking it would be nice in case she forgets hers. The night before I pack my suitcase including my old toiletry bag and head out early the next day with her. We get to our hotel and before bed I unpack my bag and get ready to brush my teeth when my partner tells me she's forgotten her toothbrush. I reassured her I prepared for this and pulled out my own toothbrush and the extra for her and we get brushing. I realize all to late that I too had forgotten the toothbrush because she is now smiling at me in the mirror while brushing her teeth with my ex's toothbrush. I decide not to panic and aggressively brush away at my teeth. We split up a month later and the toothbrush returns to it's true home, my old toiletry bag.

Some time after victim #2, I have a FWB over at my home who needs an extra toothbrush. At the time I had several extra toothbrushes I received from my dentist in one of the drawers in my bathroom so I instruct her on where to find them. She instead opens the wrong drawer, rifles through my old toiletry bag and fishes out the toothbrush I should have thrown away 2 ex's ago. Instead I see her using it as she comes into my room asking if I had extra pajamas. I did have extra pajamas however I did not have the heart to tell her she was using the same toothbrush 2 of my exes had used. Thankfully, the arrangement ended soon after so my guilt didn't have a chance to sprout.

Thus brings us to last weeken

Dear ASOIAF I need an intervention, I've recently been brainstorming a certain theory, reluctantly at first, but the more I started onto things the more it... started to kind of click together and, on some level at least, it started to feel almost like a real possibility. More and more I delved, gnawing away at my sanity until at last had been completely worn away, replaced with.... something else. Something new. And when I got to the end I took a deep breath and a dark moment to reflect, and realized 'no its too precious I could never post this to asoiaf they would never understand' because its basically got everything pretty much everyone hates in one convenient place. Including bold controversial claims about Euron's plans. But at the same time it feels like I just need to get it off my chest and be done with it. Also the voices in my head just want to watch the world burn. They tell me get ready to dry our eyes, they tell me to polish your downvotes and pull out your book lighters, they tell me they are still writing TWOW. we are gorging on grief like at Summerhall today. secret targaryens? check.

D&D getting credit for something about Euron? check (... but I mean, the show still does it horribly)

Sort of implies Aegon is (f)Aegon. Are we getting in the middle of that too? sure, why not. check.

Euron as a major villain but not doing the cool lovecraftian ritual thing? check, check.

The return of 'we think she's dumb' Cersei? 'no. please you can't do this to us.' sorry kiddo, check.

Intentionally picked a terrible acronym equation thing for the theory name? c+heck.

GRRM laughing maniacally in the background? check.

Varys is a merman? No. Look, NO, ok?! Even I have my limits....

But hey I'd like to think there's still a little something in here for everyone to hate anyways. And maybe the best shitposts have just enough plausibility to make you dread the possibility....

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When the "kraken weds the dragon, brother, let all the world beware"

We are talking of course of...... Euron and Cersei

Not Dany. Not Victarion. Not whatever else we were all (myself included) originally writing down in our secret diary of TWOW headcanon. Down the rabbit hole we go.

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Jaime and Cersei are the blood of Aerys The first stab is the hardest:

I've seen a lot of people suggest there's no evidence for it, but I think there is more of a case than some would like to admit.... at le

TLDR: Conservative Islam (Salafi-Wahabism) in Malaysia is a direct influence of Middle Eastern geopolitics, intermixed with Malaysian race based politics and fueled by the oil boom of the 1970s that persists to this day. Malaysians gloss over this because of its complexity, but it also leaves many frustrated, because of a lack of understanding as to the how/why/what's of Wahabism. Most disappointingly, what I found lends credence to the idea that Najib really could have received money from Saudi as a donation for the promotion of their conservative Islam.

Foreword

Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh dan Salam Satu Malaysia kawan-kawan.

Originally I did research into Islam as part of research into a story concept I was developing, but with all the news about religion, 4D and logistics mandates, I figured I would share an overview into the factors that have and will continue to influence Wahabism in Malaysian society today. It is an attempt to demystify the complexities of Middle East, and to show the significance of history in understanding the causes and effects of Islamic Revitalization that began in the 70's. Because of the vastness of the topic, I will be only highlighting specific people and nations.

RIP my ram and obsession with tabs.

Just know, if you've ever heard people say "agenda yahudi" or "pengaruh barat", they are usually (at least I hope so) referencing the very real historical manipulations by the West, which in turn became one of the driving forces for this Islamic revival, which in turn created more anti-Jew conspiracy. How fun.

The funny thing is, we already have all the information we need. All the names and dates are all online, but what you really want, what you really need is a story. Stories can be true or false, but I leave such judgments to you monyets.

You will find that many of my sources are from Wikipedia- this is because Wikipedia sources a lo

Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.

This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.

If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.

Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.

I’ll preface with, wow, that was fucking bonkers. I’ve tripped probably around 20 times by now and I think I just broke through for my first time by accident. In case you’re curious as to how it was an accident, I’ve got a pretty substantial lung capacity (can hold my breath for 3+ minutes) and only hit my vape once - I was always under the impression it would take 2-3 hits, but I guess my being above the curve as far as lung capacity goes tossed that out the window. Additionally, I usually take in air around the corners of my mouth while hitting my vape, but this time I figured I’d go for a little bit of a heavier dose since I've been working my way up.

All I can say is: what happened about an hour ago was both the scariest and most beautiful and amazing experience I've ever had, and I've literally died before. I've been trying to learn everything I could about DMT with my sub-breakthrough trips - how to focus, let go, and give myself up to the experience. If you sift through my post history within this community, I've described how I've pretty much worked out my ritual and meditative techniques to calm myself before and during the trip; my sub-breakthrough trips are always pleasant and/or informative. You all weren't kidding when you said nothing can prepare you for a breakthrough...

So on to the trip! When I realized I goofed, things started to turn a bit sour. The entities mimicked and mocked my fear, flying towards me aggressively and taking on forms that were unpleasant, to say the least, and incomparable to anything I can describe. One looked somewhat similar to this guy from Zelda OOT? When I realized I was letting my fear take hold, I reminded myself that this is part of the experience and to let go. Upon that thought, the entities disappeared and I was flying through a canyon of sorts at an insane velocity. I tried to remind myself to breathe, but I was so disconnected from my body that I wasn't sure if I was actually breathing or not. I was worried for a second, but told myself that if I stopped breathing, my body would knock me unconscious to rectify my inability to function as a proper human. I think at that point I was able to let go of the fear and truly immerse myself in the experience.

I think what completely bring me out of my anxiety was the music I had on, which I was able to f

Alright, full idea: at the beginning of the campaign I asked my players to send me a strong memory their character has. It's been a few sessions and I haven't brought that memory up yet.

So, as they long rest in this safe little hut, I just state they're now sitting in a lovely tavern and describe it, then offer no more clarification. Any questions I answer in character as Rita the red haired barmaid. If they consume food or drink, they make an Int saving throw when they try to get out of their seat. Rita will also tell them they should stay, they're missing the party. The other bar patrons will talk in generic phrases but offer no deeper conversation or notice anything is weird.

Eventually of course, they'll leave, and opening the doors leads them to another tavern, pretty nice but with rats running around. A red skinned fire genasi bartender will chuckle and say they have an infestation, and to go back to original bar. If they don't, the rats will attack and the bartender will disappear. This bar has no doors, the way out is through a window.

This leads to bar 3, which is in even worse condition, with a rude red-bearded dwarf that won't talk to them. No doors or windows, successful search yields a locked trap door. The dwarf produces a red key and throws it back into the previous bar. If they dumbly go and get it, they get trapped in bar 2 again for a bit. Or they can lockpick/strength check

This continues, with each bar getting more hostile and dangerous, the patrons getting more aggressive and having increasingly red skin and looking more haglike, and the bartenders having an item of red on them always trying to stop/persuade them to turn back but disappearing if players get close.

One bar will be huge and filled with fighting patrons they have to fight through. One bar will be filled with magical darkness. Another will be empty, but they'll hear the hags voice telling them to stop trying to leave, etc, then the bar bursts into flame. Another will be full of rotting food and corpses. Clues to leaving the current bar and finding the next bar will also be red, red trimmed doors and windows, keys, hatches, etc.

The final bar? All red. Every single thing in it is a blood red color. The hags voice will cackle and state it knows their little trick, maybe monologue in a meta way about how she uses taverns on these dreams because people are comfortable in them, they let their guard down, even start adventures there.

Smart players may try to figure

As I've stated before I'm a transplant from Rogers Park to the Indy area. Recently Portillos has been aggressively expanding to my to my neck of the woods. To top it off last summer Mr. Malnati himself bestowed one of his pizza pie factories down the street from my house. Basically what started as a bad joke of me eating Chicago foods on game days has turned into to a dumb superstition that is probably a net negative to my long term health. That's it. Thought I would share one of my newly minted superstitions.

Would love to hear some of your game day rituals.

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

I won't be doing that today!

Is there a general pattern in sexual behaviour amongst egalitarian hunter-gatherer tribes or does it vary depending on climate, etc? Do they have unique mating rituals? Is sex preferably rough/aggressive like it is for us? Does rape exist amongst these tribes? (I wouldn't have thought so)

Sorry if my post comes across as ignorant, I'm quite new to Anthropology. Also, thank you to SmaugTheMagnificent for educating me on the vagueness of the word "primitive".

I can't reconcile the fact she isn't here anymore. She was only 56. I feel robbed. Heartbroken. But above all I just miss her so desperately.

If you still have a mother, please tell her you love her, if you can. If you're lucky enough to have someone as special as mine was. I can't imagine a day going by where I don't miss her, don't think of her, don't wish she was still a part of my life. I feel like I got to hold a beautiful gold light in my hands for 29 years and it just went out.

If you've lost your mum - please, tell me how you've coped.

Edit: I want to thank everyone for their heartfelt comments and for sharing their own stories. It made me feel less alone and validated what I'm feeling right now.

Mum was diagnosed with bile duct cancer in February. It was rare and aggressive. At the time I was living in London with my wife (we're a gay couple, my mum adored her). Mum would visit us for weeks on end twice a year. She would always choose which European city to visit and choose our accommodation and book activities.

When she was diagnosed it was honestly like my worst nightmare was being made real. Mum and I were always so close. Even though I'd lived overseas for a few years we still spoke every day, and she spent so much time with us.

I raced home (alone, wife had to keep working) to be with mum. We had five months together non-stop. It started out normally enough - in the early days she was her same vibrant, glamorous and hard-working self, albeit a bit more tired than usual. But her chemo stopped working and she deteriorated quite fast. It was traumatizing to see her become limited. She didn't like to ask for help but she needed it.

But she put her full trust in me. My sister was squeamish about medical stuff so I took over all the healthcare things. I drained fluid from her abdomen daily. Changed dressings. Sorted her meds. Made sure she ate and drank. We had moments where she'd be her full self again despite everything - but we could see her slowing down.

The end was fast. But also time seemed to stand still. My sister and I slept at the hospital every night knowing what was coming. On the morning of her death she woke us with this heartbreaking noise. She'd been mostly unresponsive for two days prior so it was a shock to see her suddenly making noise and trying to open her eyes. And I knew it. She didn't want to go. I don't think she ever really believed she was going to die. But there she was - knowing it - and it broke my soul. I st

Keep in mind that I play on normal -- maybe it has much sharper teeth on higher difficulties. Personally, I despise it, because I don't consider resting to be a problem to begin with (I'm a more story-oriented player).

Setting that aside, on normal, corruption is actually pretty easy to mitigate, but it still accrues. What this means is that after wandering the map for long enough, I inevitably have to perform a ritual I've become deathly bored of; marching back to Drezen, dodging irritating random encounters, making sure I enter the city (because I can't clear corruption even if my party is on the Drezen node) and then resting. It just feels tedious instead of dread-inducing (unless you count the dread of watching your life pass you by).

I personally cannot wait for the Toybox update that will get rid of this mechanic. That being said, I can see how it could be immersive assuming it's much more aggressive on higher difficulties, and you're into that Darkest Dungeon vibe.

You take away their little brooms

Beholder :

A beholder constantly fears for its safety, is wary of any creature that isn’t one of its minions, and is aggressive in dealing with perceived threats. It might react favorably toward creatures that humble themselves before it and present themselves as inferiors, but is easily provoked to attack creatures that brag about their accomplishments or claim to be mighty. Such creatures are seen as threats or fools, and are dealt with mercilessly. Each beholder thinks it is the epitome of its race, and therefore all other beholders are inferior to it — even though, at the same time, it considers other beholders to be its greatest rivals. A beholder might be willing to cooperate with adventurers who have news about another beholder’s lair or activities, and might be nonhostile toward adventurers who praise it for being a perfect example of a beholder.

Giants :

Fire giants on many occasions have ransomed captives back to their families or communities, once the giants determined that a slave had no particular talent they needed and others were willing to pay for its return. Affluent prisoners such as merchants and aristocrats are the most likely to win this sort of reprieve, for obvious reasons. The ransom demanded rarely involves baubles such as gold or gems: fire giants prefer payment in mithral, adamantine, or different slaves (ones with more useful talents or stronger backs).

Gnolls :

Gnolls have little variation in personality and outlook. They are collectively an elemental force, driven by a demon lord to spread death and destruction. The only real opportunity for interaction with gnolls is provided by the cultists that sometimes accompany a war band. This humanoid rabble might have information the characters need or could even be former friends corrupted to the worship of Yeenoghu. To portray a gnoll that is more intelligent or social than the usual, you can give it characteristics similar to Yeenoghu cultists.

Kobolds :

A kobold acknowledges its weakness in the face of a hostile world. It knows it is puny, bigger creatures will exploit it, it will probably die at a young age, and its life will be full of toil. Although this outlook seems bleak, a kobold finds satisfaction in its work, the survival of its tribe, and the knowledge that it shares a heritage with the mightiest of dragons. A kobold isn’t clever, but it isn’t as stupid as an orc. Someone can fool a kobold with smooth words or a quick wit, but when the kobold figures out it has

Post this on the main League Legends subreddit but I decided to post it here as well.

First of all clarity, I was inspired to make this post because of this video. However, this video mostly goes over the gameplay side of things and I thought It would be fun to examine the lore to see who is a war criminal in-universe.

A few pointers before we begin…

1. Here is the list of war crimes. I will also be referring to the three other tabs of ethnic cleansing, genocide, and crimes against humanity
2. I am mostly going to be focusing on the lore and not the gameplay. The video I linked already covered that. Watch the video before you continue reading my list.
3. Poison is is the most common war crime, however, the video already goes over it and I will only mention it if it's significant in the lore.
4. Also going to be talking about the insanity plea but doing research I learned that the insanity plea isn’t actually that effective. Also this plea varies depending on where you are, four states in the United States do not even have this on the legal books. The burden of proof is 100% on the defendant. Of the 1% that pleaded it, only 25% of those pleas work. I will still bring it up If I think a champ can at least plea but most probably could not get away with that plea.
5. if you think I missed any war crimes tell me and I will add it in and crediting you. I will probably miss something it's a lot of lore I have to look over.
6. Edit: Being an assassin doesn't automatically make you a war criminal. it's only if they are attacking civilians or doing some other War crime will they be on this list.

With that out of the way let’s get to the champions.

Aatrox: You know I could just copy and paste the entire war crime list and just remove sexual assault and anything that involves working with other people and that would cover everything. The guy takes hostages by taking over someone else’s body (I am counting mind control and possession as taking hostages) And murders literally everything in his path and wants to commit genocide on existence itself. He’s also the first example of examining an insanity plea. Killing all life so your existence could end is a decent case of not having rational thoughts. However one of the reasons why the insanity plea often does not work is it’s very hard for juries to sympathize with mass murders and considering the levels of