Wren the World

To this:

For Example:

Vicious Mockery: Heal an ally by complimenting them

Hellish Rebuke: If someone heals you, you heal them back

Dispel Magic: Make someone else's spell more powerful

Magic Missile: Launch a series of deadly magic bolts that always miss.

Feathfall: Slam into the ground at terminal velocity from any height

Commune With Outer Plane: God calls you up and asks you questions about your life

Invisibility: Become extremely loud, garish looking and obnoxious until you attack someone

Plane Shift: Bring another plane of existence to where you are

Daylight: Put out the sun

Disguse Self: Writes your name on your head in sharpie

Leomund's Tiny Hut: Burn Leomund's house down, wherever he's living now

Death Ward: You cast it and just keel over on the spot.

Sympathy for the Devil

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I'm going to put the finished product in my masterpost, but I'm so proud of the thing that I have to put it in an extra post beforehand. Enjoy!

Behold: the elephants! 😁

I'd say never again, but I know myself too well...

And because I always think it's really interesting to see the back of the embroidery - bonus:

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

This is my favorite post on this website. 

I’ve seen this post in screenshots before, and the first time I read it, I cried. Just sat there with tears running down my face. 

Because this, right here, is the best of us, we humans. That we hope, and dream of the stars, and we don’t want to be alone. That this is the best of our technology, not Terminators and Skynet, but our friends, our companions, our legacy. Our message to the stars. 

if you wait around to see if it gets 'bad enough' for painkillers, you're more likely to end up in a lot of pain that's difficult to control.

the tricky part is, if you do it right, it feels like you did it wrong. because if you catch the pain early before it gets bad, it often feels like 'it never got that bad so maybe i didn't need the medication.'