That clutch tho!

Typical gaming nerd interested in most genres of gameplay styles. What we have here is my neck of the woods where I like, reblog, and sometimes comment with silly or thought out responses. Otherwise, it's a treasuretrove. 

[ask-yayaha]

I keep messing up when I try to make things better. And it brings nothing but stress to the one whom I care the most for, the one I've been trying to patch things up since a while of little to no communication. I just get into this routine of comfort that when deviation occurs I think it's something I did and it's my fault so I enter this downward spiral. I feel them losing faith in me and I know it's me and not them.

Dear Anon,

It sounds to me like you have had a rocky past that has lead you down a path of Insecurity and Low Self-Esteem. You have found a way of coping that revolves around a set routine, that brings you peace and comfort when you continue to practice it.

Building a routine is a double edge sword. When you build a routine you help combat a lot of self-deprecating thoughts, however you get set in your routine and you lose sight of how to handle outward displacements in your routine.

The first thing you need to accept is that displacements are not always your fault. When you accept this, you begin to realize that the world isn’t turning because you say it so, and isn’t completely affected by how you live. Sometimes things just happen, life is unpredictable like that.

Secondly, work on your communication. Be open to the person you are trying to patch things up with, and let them know the full situation. Let them know you’re having issues right now, but that you are trying and you hope they will patient with you. This shows them proof that you care and that you’re trying to fix things.

Thirdly, and most importantly, work on your self-esteem. You won’t help anyone if you are constantly hurting yourself. Give yourself a chance and work on loving yourself again. Keep in mind that you are not an image in your mind, you create the image. Don’t set yourself unrealistic goals, start small and keep working until you change a little bit of yourself at a time. Change how you view yourself, change how you think about yourself, and pick yourself back up.

This isn’t easy, nor has it ever been easy, but when you start to believe in yourself others will begin to believe in you too.

With lots of Love and Support,

Yaya~!

[extramadness]

[clutchstreak123]

All I ever did was be honest, knowing full well the lie wasn’t worth it.

[theweirdwideweb]

[29thfloor]

ECLIPSE

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[masseffecting]

But red and black are sooooo badass! (I like him best in blue, tbh.)

[clutchstreak123]

That’s also the Colossus gear if I remember right, best gear for armor you could get.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

Ser Bronn of the ‘holy shit I actually hit it’ Blackwater

[clutchstreak123]

“Hah’eh...” Cole let out a pained chuckle as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut as if trying to contain the ache. “None of you get it. I try so very hard to leave it all behind. To end the constant machinations of my art, an effort to let go and find peace of mind.” His hand drops and the redheaded man stands up straight. Face darkening with a seditious intent. “No more. You lot keep bringing me back into the fray, again and again. I can never run far enough before I’m ripped from my delusional fantasy and planted right. Back. Upon. My. Foundation.  You want to court Death, your journey is at an end. You found him!”

[clutchstreak123]

Cole McCall finds himself far away from home, across the waters of the Pacific and into the far lands of Japan. Having drifted from long and alone, the ginger’s life waning body was taken aboard a fisherman’s boat and nursed back to health within the next twenty four hours. Little did they know, they took in an agent of Death. The Specter himself, washed away from the lands of America to find himself in the care of plebeians. Although he would never say it, Cole could never be less thankful.  When reaching land in Japan, Cole spends the next few days just trying to survive the streets as a perceived bum. Looking for something, a safehouse or sleeper cell to take over and adapt his arsenal. After the defeat at Dracula’s hands, initially he wanted to leave it all behind. The life of vigilantism and justice, he wanted the killing to stop - he wanted the headaches to stop but anything to get him back on his feet and back to a functioning person in society was better than nothing. 

What he failed to realize was that once you awaken, you either keep running to or from the dangers of that which goes bump in the night. There was no getting rid of his TrueSight, it was as much a part of him as breathing. Things only become worse at night when the neon lights interact with his perception, the OCD kicking into overdrive and giving him constant panic attacks due to all the information flashing before his eyes. The detective aspect of his vary being hard at work in an effort to decipher everything he came to stare upon. 

By sheer coincidence, Cole finds himself in the middle of a gang war while taking residence with a small restaurant. This confrontation brings Cole into the sights of the notorious Yakuza and further fights ensue, little do they know just how capable and meticulous the American can be; resourceful and methodical. Fire reigns through the streets, the one-man-army takes the war to their front doors and systematically brings them down save for a couple cells here and there, slowly reacquiring inventory. The pressure is enough for the under-bosses to employ more fantastical reinforcements, namely the ninjas - a fable told to scare children but Cole was no stranger to the fantastic. One morning he’d find a couple, running, and taking refuge in the same restaurant he held up in only to observe as a letter is delivered to the young boy.  Upon opening the envelope, black powder floors onto the edge of the table and some of it spills to the floor bellow. The look of dread on their faces. Cole was a stranger to this “custom” and found it peculiar. What would frighten people so. The concept of sending a message wasn’t lost upon him but he largely shrugs it off and continues to feast on his ramen. Moments later, silence is followed by the flickering of lights and carnage begins to ensue. 

[goodquoteco]

[mechport]

Grand Opening of...

“Distributed throughout back alleys and dive bars all over Eorzea, simple cards and flyers for ‘The Golden Gil Casino & Resort’ can be found in growing frequency. Hidden somewhere in the Mists, the Golden Gil offers high stakes gambling, entertainment and other less than legal fare. ‘Jobs available!’ reads in large print, from dealers, to servers and performers. Rumor has it that more information can be found in Plot 43 of the 11th Ward of the Mists, ‘Sylastair’s Halfway Home for Wayward Boys’.”

OOC:

“So What Is This?”

The Golden Gil Casino and Resort is a new RP establishment that seeks to combine sleeziness glamour off a Las Vegas casino with the subterfuge and fun of a speak-easy. With various games of chance, drinks and drugs the Golden Gil offers characters a place to feel like a big spender, desperate gambler or both!

“Is All of This Using Real Gil?”

Yes it is! While the entrance fee, drinks and drugs will all be IC every table game will use actual gil, meaning players have a chance to get lucky and win it big! (So please tip your waitresses and dealers).

“So When is This Place Opening?”

If enough bodies are found to get the games running and keep people drunk and happy, the tentative grand opening is September 7th. That though is subject to change as interest is worked out and good people to help out are found!

“So Is the Golden Gil Hiring?”

We are! We currently have a LS that I’ll be giving out to those who want to work at the Golden Gil for it’s Monthly events, but no Free Company commitment is required. Open positions include:

Dealers

Servers

Bar Staff

Performers

“How Much Does the Casino Take Off the Top?” 

Nothing! No, seriously. While ICly it is assumed money taken in will be used to keep the place running, any gil made by casino personnel goes to pay servers, dealers and those who become part of the team! A nice little excel spreadsheet will be kept updated with funds made for a little added clarity as well.

Keep reading

[clutchstreak123]

[maxandmaeby]

Ears!

[fyp-philosophy]

I can talk to anybody but when it comes to somebody that I like, then I turn into like this five-year-old kindergartener in a sandbox.

Jonathan Bennett (via fyp-philosophy)

[hawk-feathers]

Here he is, in all his cute.

[kepesktribe]

@aetherochemistry

[clutchstreak123]

@aelorellevallancourt 

This is Sarantsatsr if you aren’t already aware but look at dis bird of prey!

[generationintrovert]

I think my spirit animal is a turtle.