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[natp20]

it's (a week after) their day

[just-this-guy42]

Yugioh cards have to be so specific with their wording because even if a card says "your opponent literally can't do anything to stop this card's activation," there will inevitably be some card called "Tomfoolery of the Forbidden Scallywag" that allows you to bypass that kind of restriction if your opponent drank a glass of lemonade before the match started.

[solo-walker]

Hey so you know how Jet's entire base is set up on tall trees and we see him effortlessly navigate the aerial setting with his hook-swords?

Well guess who else also has a proclivity for leaping around high places, albeit with a tendency to faceplant off of them

Currently on S2 Ep 16 (no commentary on eps 15 and 16 yet because i'm still recovering emotionally)

i... did not expect them to catch my fancy. oh well. it is what it is

[unhlyvnm]

heyyy, so remember when i said i was going back to being active on tumblr, and then immediately vanished afterwards?

ok so, THIS TIME, i'm actually coming back unless i get put through more trials and tribulations

and to apologize for my absence, i've brought a gift:

shirtless bendy! enjoy

below the cut: a bunch of rambling about the drawing and myself

anyways yeahhh sorry for vanishing again 😭 it's just been one thing after the other for a while now

shout-out to? gender dysphoria?? for inspiring me to draw this ????

as of recent i've really wanted to get back into drawing, but i just had no idea what, yk? and then BOOM: really bad bout of gender dysphoria hit me like a semi around the same time

one thing led to another, and i ended up with the idea to draw bendy "showing off" his non-canon top surgery scars—really, he's just stretching, but still

it helped me a lot, projecting my identity onto him and portraying it as something to be proud of and alright with. i found that by the time i finished this drawing, all that dysphoria had already passed

i know it was confirmed a bit ago that bendy isn't canonically trans (ftm), but i think i'll continue to draw and write him as such regardless. what started as a half-joke headcanon has turned into smth that really resonates with me, and has become an outlet for me to express my identity, and i hope that it brings joy to any other trans person that comes across my trans!bendy posts

remember that you are valid, and you are loved; have a great day y'all

— sammy / venym (any but she, shx, or xe(r))

[themaskedmuse]

I have just finished Morrowind’s main quest and I’ve gotta say that was so much fun!

The ash vampires were very interesting enemies, and honestly I wish there were more dialogue options with them since they were all so fascinating as characters and creatures. Almost regal in some of their (implied) mannerisms and dialogue.

Red Mountain felt so intimidating and ominous with the red sky and ash creatures crawling everywhere (and those DAMN CLIFF RACERS), and with the winding paths.

In the end I have some sympathy for Dagoth Ur, and loved the confrontation, and especially his voice acted lines. Was he a bad dude trying to conquer Tamriel and spread his horrible disease and influence? Yes. Was he also a man driven mad be the perceived betrayal of his closest friend and subsequent corruption from the literal heart of a god? Also yes. And he’s all the more a fascinating and awesome antagonist for it

And Akulakhan was so huge and cool to look at! I with I could have taken him in more without the risk of being killed!

I’m gonna continue on with finishing up other questlines on Vvardenfel, like the guilds and joining a house, before/while I start to take on the DLCs. In the end, awesome game, some of, if not the, best writing in all of the Elder Scrolls, and I look forward to being able to play so much more of it, so stay tuned for more of my thoughts and reactions to this game that is barely younger than me!

[laminedean]

neymessi.. in the big 26....? surely not...................

Later that night, Leo finds himself scrolling Neymar’s MySpace endlessly. The posts never seem to end, and before long Leo’s opened YouTube and is scrolling there, too, looking for Neymar’s highlights. He eventually clicks on a video called “NEYMAR skills & tricks 2011 new HD” and settles down to watch it.

This is one of Leo’s favorite pastimes, unfortunately, because it lets him pretend there’s something rational about what he’s doing. He tells himself it’s analysis, study, preparation in the same way he studies any player. Foot placement, timing, the way Neymar shifts his weight just slightly before committing to a direction, etc. It is all the same. However, there’s a difference he doesn’t fully admit, which is that he never watches anyone else like this. On the screen, Neymar cuts inside with that strange, effortless violence that doesn’t look like speed so much as refusal to be caught, and Leo finds himself tracking it, noticing how defenders hesitate for a fraction too long because they expect hesitation that never comes. He thinks, almost clinically at first, about how Neymar creates uncertainty rather than space, how he makes the pitch feel narrower just by existing in it, and yet the longer he watches, the more the analysis starts to blur into something less clean, less defensible.

Because there is a moment, somewhere between a feint and a stumble that isn’t a stumble at all, where Leo forgets to be objective. He watches Neymar glide past a man twice his size so easily it surely is nothing more than a change of mind, and something in Leo’s chest tightens with the uncomfortable familiarity of recognition rather than admiration. It feels less that he is watching a player and more that he is remembering something he was never supposed to see directly. That’s what it becomes in his mind without him meaning it to: a kind of sacred distance, where Neymar only exists safely in fragments, clips, replays, slowed-down angles, frozen frames, because in real time, in person, the scale of him becomes something harder to survive.

Leo lets the video play out in front of him. He notices how the camera almost always lags behind Neymar’s intent, how it only ever captures the aftermath of something that was decided a moment earlier in Neymar’s body, and he thinks, distantly, that this is probably the closest thing to witnessing divinity that someone like him is allowed. Not because Neymar is untouchable, not really, but because in person there is no buffer between intention and impact, no pause where Leo can hide inside understanding instead of reaction. So he becomes what he is now: a careful observer worshipping through repetition, relearning the shape of something he once stood too close to without realizing that proximity alone was never the same as safety...

[this is an excerpt of the soon-to-be chapter 6! read the first five chapters here]

[leftneb]

anon I've ip blocked you so you're definitely not seeing this (unless you had someone else open my profile in which scenario know that I am laughing at you.) but I want to publically say this anyway: I'm extremely sorry you hate fun joy and whimsy but also if you could navigate all the way to my tumblr And find my ask button surely you could've just found the block button on ao3 instead...?