Tips for rangers seeking to find food with their Survival checks. Use these ideas for roleplaying if you are playing a ranger, or as a narrative guide if you’re a DM. Trust me, I’m an Eagle Scout.
Finding edible plants is a consistent way to find food in the wild. Lacks in protein, but is rich in necessary vitamins and minerals.
Tips:
Some plants tend to grow near one another. Identifying one could lead you to finding the other.
Learn toxic look-alikes. Some plants have evolved to look poisonous to help it survive.
Don’t just use your eyes, use your sense of smell and touch to identify a plant.
Know which plants you can find in certain areas and in certain seasons.
Most non-evil rangers will not over-harvest plants as it could kill the plant, and other travelers may need it. Besides, the ranger could always return later, especially if they have the Outlander background’s “Wanderer” feature. Harvesting only 25% of the edible part of the plant should let the plant thrive.
When near water, check to make sure the water looks relatively safe. Plants will pick up toxins from filthy water.
Timing:
Plants where you eat the stalks or leaves are best harvested before they flower.
Plants where you eat the flower are best harvested right before their flower is the largest.
Roots are best harvested in autumn when the rest of the plant has shriveled up.
Harvest in the morning, after the dew dries but before the heat of day sets in.
Signs a Plant Could be Poisonous:
Milky sap
Hairs or thorns
Seed pods
Bitter or soapy taste
Dill, carrot, parsnip, or parsley-like leaves
“Almond” scent in the woody parts and leaves
Grain heads with pink, purplish, or black spurs
Three-leaved growth pattern
Testing Edible Plants:
Wash the plant
Rub the plant on your skin
If no reaction, rub the plant on your lips
If no reaction, eat a small portion of the plant
If no reaction, the plant should be safe to eat
Common Edible Plants:
These are real-world examples of edible plants. Give them unique fantasy names for that authentic D&D vibe.
Dandelions: every part is edible
Sorrel: leaves are edible
Wild Garlic: leaves, bulbs, and flowers are edible
Good King Henry: eat the shoots like asparagus
Burdock: eat the seeds, leaves, and root
Cattail: every part is edible. best near base or the flower spike.
Clovers: eat the leaves.
Yarrow: eat the leaves
Green Seaweed: rinse, dry, and eat.
Kelp: rinse, dry, and eat.
Prickly Pear: eat the purple/red fruit or young stem, remove spines first.
White Mustard: entire plant is edible.
Chicory: entire plant is edible.
Amaranth: boil first, careful of spines..
Stinging Nettle: eat the leaves, soak or cook to weaken possible stings.
Berries: Blueberries, Blackberries, and Raspberries are common in the wild.
I just heard this woman say “you procrastinate because you are afraid of rejection. It’s a defense mechanism, you are trying to protect yourself without even trying.” and I think I just realized what was wrong with me.
Yep, this is a very, very common reason for procrastinating. It’s also why procrastination, even though it’s often associated with laziness, is a fairly common trait in a lot of people with anxiety and perfectionism issues.
So, if you’re like me and work in a place with public bathrooms, you most likely have seen this shit before. Some racist fuck graffiti’d up your bathroom with nazi bullshit with a permanent marker.
Tired of this bullshit? Me too, so I’m gonna show you how to get rid of it nice and quick!
The tools you need: A cleaner appropriate for the surface, the appropriate tool to to wipe said surfaces, and the crucial piece: A dry erase marker.
It’s embarrassingly easy to get rid of and is gonna make those nazi fucks upset that we don’t tolerate their bullshit.
Just grab your marker…
…and draw over it
then you spray it with your cleaner and then… wipe
ta-fucking-da
now you too can use your new-found hack to get rid of sharpie graffiti
remember kids: fuck fascists, fuck nazis and racists, and fuck white supremacy
seriously though bisexuality being defined as attraction to men and women is a heterosexual’s definition of bisexuality actual bisexual groups and organizations have been defining it as attraction to two or more genders or same and other genders since the nineties and plenty of nb people actually id as bi and refusing to accept how we define ourselves is so absurdly biphobic and heterosexist and jfc it’s 2014 can other queer people fucking realize and acknowledge this
The purple stripe on the bi flag is meant to represent attraction to nb genders and the bisexual manifesto published in Anything That Moves includes the lines “Do not assume that bisexuality is binary or duogamous in nature … In fact, don’t assume that there are only two genders.” That was published in 1990. It’s older than a lot of people here, including me, and older than terms like “pansexual” and “polysexual” by at least a decade. Bi history is important.
Bisexual communities have also been close allies to transgender communities for much much longer because of overlapping experiences of exclusion.
And like, once more:
representation of non-binary genders
is in the fucking bisexual flag
Do you think gay and lesbian people are going to put explicitly trans-inclusive symbolism in their flags any time soon? I highly doubt it. (and I don’t really care whether they do. I’m just tired of people pretending that bisexual communities are not trans-inclusive when it’s in their fucking flag).
Here we are once again, with NSFW creators being censored into oblivion.
Apparently, Ko-Fi has deemed it illegal/prohibited to POST or even LINK to NSFW content on your Ko-Fi profile page, meaning my account has been “unpublished”. This means my page is disabled to everyone except myself unless I make changes to comply with their policies.
I’ve
removed all of my gallery links (DA, Tumblr, Patreon) and just sent a
message to their support team asking to have my account re-instated,
I’ll give updates when I receive them.
In the
meantime, if you’re an NSFW creator and have ANY NSFW content posted or
linked on your Ko-Fi page, well, it looks like you better start deleting
it. Check out their policy page below:
Probably my favorite scary thing Neil has ever written (which is saying something, given how many scary things Gaiman has written during the span his career). It’s just a brilliant, masterful piece of creepy storytelling.
This reading of the story is particularly great because of the audience, whose reaction gradually goes from amusement to unease to full on silent fucking dread and discomfort during the course of the story and it is just a glorious thing to witness.
This. For people who wonder how an SCP works, this is something worth listening to. Notice the way the information gets presented, how you discover what the speaker is without it ever being admitted to, how you discover implication upon implication, until the very end.
when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was
in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d
turn the lights off during lunch time. one day they got in a fist fight
over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my
friendship, like it was something they owned.
in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during
free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly. everyone in
the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going
to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my
friend.
when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore
puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes
and a smile that hid hurt behind it. people didn’t like him because he
was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly. he became my
friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his
girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best
friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around.
we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home
with the sunset silhouetting us. he talked often about how he loved me,
but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on.
that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing
songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show
until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb
cunt.
in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the
bus and talked to me about manga. he’d ask me personal invasive
questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked
attention. i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one
who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how
much of an asshole he was every day. i wondered, why, why does he think
the love of my life is an asshole? but whenever i asked him, he just
told me, “girls only date assholes. there’s no room for nice guys like
me.”
i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?
he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me,
you know. being friendly. i thought we were friends. but then, how
many times had i thought that before?
how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?
how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped
being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound
into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”
there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until
the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. beneath a
million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out
of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me.
then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained
about how he’d never get laid.
when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.
i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk
about all my favourite games with me. he was the closest thing to
support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind
and friendly. but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no
matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come
over every day and do it.
“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love
you back? don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”
when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the
girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to
just say
when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her
shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose
voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made
me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill. and i’m 18 years old, and i
still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.
but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a
bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like
me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”
they were
“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”
so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw
your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so
much:
put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful
friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. that he just
wanted her for a relationship. a girl who was just an object to win, a
prize. a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.
maybe she friendzoned you. but you girlfriendzoned her, first.
Organized Chaos 