I really love when the game is super serious and dark and then you look at the achievements and

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No wait Im not leaving this in the tags. It is “Death crown” and it is a gorgeous fast-paced strategy game where you are Death

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The art style is unique and it is extremely cheap rn. The gameplay itself may not be for everyone bc it can be frustraiting but I beg you to try (the soundtrack is beautiful)

However have to warn that there is some flashing involved in the cutscenes. Not heavy but it is there

One punch man

THE FLOURISH AND SHEATHE

knowing enough about ships to be able to tell when a movie tall ship set is Bad is so distracting like when they're all standing on a deck that's way too big & empty and there aren't nearly enough ropes or curves or anything. like unfortunately ships are characters to me so it's like the same uncanniness as if they put a cardboard cutout instead of a guy

This, and forever being annoyed by cheesy bad art that shows a ship with every inch of canvas set (because that's the only reference picture the artist has ever seen) either 2 feet away from a beach/a lee shore, or sailing during a violent storm like that.

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Tragically, the whole crew died instantly before they could shorten sail.

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a screenshot reading #problematic shipsALT

how dare you leave this in the tags

Credit for that to @sparrowsarus!

And Keanu says something really interesting to me on the first John Wick. He comes to me and he goes, “Look, just so you know, little bit of advice, when you edit, once a week, you should see the edit on the big screen.” And I’m like, OK, we’ll try. Later, alone with him, I’m going, “Well, why?” He’s like, “I’m a big-screen actor.” And I had no fucking idea what that meant. I thought it meant a movie star. And he’s like, “No, no, no, no.”

And he started talking to me about non-verbal acting, like gestures, motions. And he’s like, “Look, when you see me on a little monitor and I give this little look, it’s one thing. But when you see it on a 40-foot screen, that look’s going to say a lot. That’s what I want to play this guy as. So just please be aware of it, so when we punch in on the closeups, it’s going to mean something.” And it kind of really clicked for me right there.

I’ve always been fascinated by non-verbal gesture, body language. Keanu would go through and strip his dialogue down. It was like, “No, no, nope. I’m just going to cuddle the puppy.” In the first John Wick, he doesn’t talk for 32 minutes. Try to sell that one to a studio: You have Keanu Reeves and you’re not going to let him talk.

Chad Stahelski on what the John Wick movies owe to Buster Keaton


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Anonymous asked:

Tumblr is so fun bc someone will blog something like “tummy ache: 2 dead 3 injured” and you look on there profile and they’re 29yrs of age

boyboobs:

do you have a problem with our aging populace having tummy aches. are our senior citizens just a joke to you

I think I just accidentally became someone's loan shark??

Okay it sounds bad but bear with me:

Someone owes me a significant amount of money, and has made it clear that they do not intend to pay me back.

I sent them one text to follow up about it around two months ago, letting them know that I wasn't stressed about it and I could wait or do installments if they needed time or things were rough, and they promptly blocked my number and deleted me on social media.

I was kinda bummed, but then, you know. I figured, it's a lot of money, but at least they've removed themselves from my life, right? If I were to choose between thinking someone like that was a reliable friend or paying a lump sum for the trash to take itself out, I could make peace with it. Whatever. Live and learn.

So, I haven't seen them in a few months. Cool. But then I was walking downtown and I see someone out of the corner of my eye just sitting around, having a drink. Don't know who, don't know what. Not paying attention, yeah? I'm living my life.

But as I get closer to walk past them, I see them get up and start booking it. And as I turn to figure out what's up, why is someone running, I recognize the back of their head, and as they look over their shoulder, we make eye contact, and then they're gone.

And I realize

I just got off work. I'm power-walking in what could ostensibly be interpreted as their direction. They look up and see someone they ghosted, who they have screwed monumentally, coming at them with a hundred-yard-stare and what they may not know is a regular resting bitch face. I don't even care about the money anymore, I've accepted it as a loss, but they blocked me on everything so they don't know that. And they went, "fuck this shit, not today" and dipped.

And that would be funny on it's own, but we do not live in a large, heavily-populated area. It's definitely going to happen again. So my question is this:

How long are they going to let themselves live in fear of my stumpy 5'3" ass hunting them down like John Wick or the devil himself before they snap

And how good is this gonna get while I let them

I need to be clear that I look like this

A cartoonist doodle of a small masculine figure with short hair and an undercut, making a kitty face and waving with both hands. They have multiple necklaces and bracelets and are wearing an oversized men's shirt that says "DILF" on it. An arrow pointing to them reads "hardened criminal"ALT

i'm not really a hater so much as a disliker. occasionally the fires of hate burn within me but mostly i just encounter things and go hm. don't like that.

"I don't like that" - the disliker

Anyway I'll never forget that 22 hour bus ride to Alabama to help my friend get married and one of the legs of the journey I was on the bus with my (clearly labelled, well behaved) service dog at my side and people were throwing a huge stink about the fact that I had my dog and then this ancient dude in a wheelchair, double amputee both legs, pipes up and tells them to shut the fuck up and leave me alone because Creed was obviously trained and then once everyone quieted down and I was able to take a seat, asked me quietly if I was okay.

He also could have been a cartoon character because I could have sworn there were little winged hearts floating above his head as he told me he'd always liked dogs but of course now he's old and can't walk so he can't get one anymore but he could tell how much Creed loved me and I him etc etc

He never asked me once what my disability was. He spoke up for me when he didn't have to. A truly old white man in Georgia saw a young black person with a "dangerous dog" breed and spoke up in my defense.

If you want to claim to be a disability advocate, that means you kind of have to. Advocate for each other. For the next 4 or so hours, this man and I had each other's backs. Two disabled people on a Greyhound filled with ableist passengers who were not happy we couldn't exist somewhere they didn't havr to accomodate. It didn't matter what our pasts or our diagnoses were. We were stronger together, so that's what we stayed. Together.

Two people banded together and the rest of the bus shut their mouths. Imagine what we could do with more of us.

This reminds me of that time I was on the bus (an hour-long bus trip at 5 o'clock where everyone was coming from the city back to town, tired and overworked) and the bus arrived at a bus stop where there was a young adult woman in a wheelchair. She also seemed to have other disabilities regarding sight.

The buses in Madrid are old now and it takes like 8 whole minutes to set up the ramp, then 5 more to pull in the ramp. A few people sighed as the process began.

Then the ramp got stuck.

Fifteen minutes waiting, and I'm near the back door watching this poor disabled girl become more and more stressed and panicky as the ramp just would not come out. People were groaning, checking their clocks, looking angry.

And then, in plain view of everyone in the bus, she began to shake her head at the tired driver and went, "No, no! I'll take the next!"

Y'know. The next bus. At prime hour 6 o'clock. Which would probably be full already.

So this guy in a full suit and this other guy who looked like a cartoon of a high school pothead came out of the bus and went, "Is it okay if we pick you up? If it is - tell us how to do it, we don't want to break your wheelchair or cause you ANY harm."

I quickly stood along with this old lady and we made sure she had space for her big wheelchair (it was a fancy one! Big and bulky, so we had to move some bags and people actually decided to stand so the bags wouldn't be on the lil hallway).

The girl was saying it was okay at first but when the guys insisted, she directed the two men on how to grab it and actually asked for two more people in case. I came down and this other young guy came, too. It wasn't a big gap but you can never know.

Anyway, we were able to get her inside the bus and since I was close to the door, she and I and the older woman had a bit of a chat on the way. She was very nice and a little overwhelmed because she said people in this city don't usually help her out.

When her stop arrived, different people immediately moved to help her, checking that everything was okay. One of them even gave her his phone number in case anything on her chair broke or was strained, said he was well-paid enough to lose a couple hundreds to help.

THAT is what I feel needs to happen.

And also Madrid fix you FUCKING busses.

I think every show should have a halloween special regardless of genre, tone, or release schedule

yo mr. white. where's your costume it's freakin halloween bitch

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