#7-0 guys.

[twunkmac]

first time i went to an avalanche game where they lost today. which would be fine if it wasn’t literally the worst game i have ever seen in my life.

[majimassqueaktoy]

Happy Birthday to The one and only, Goro Majima.

[reneedenoailles]

you guys acting like vfv & 7b are all silliness and 0 depth is kinda getting on my last nerve

[leuxcrows]

actual book 7 chapter 6 spoilers i do not recomend opening unless you have read it because your experience WILL be ruined

have i ever told yall that to me twst is peak comedy game of the moment

[skunkes]

really truly genuinely in top 5 of favorite character designs of all time

[sapphire-draw]

There's a lot of things I want to work on but I don't have any time for them. So instead here's two scenes I had already fixed up beforehand for a friend.

Context: One of my builders praying to the God of Destruction without knowing it's actually Malroth. Shenanigans ensue.

Have a different altar to the Children of Hargon's because different religions can pray to the same god (game already makes the Children of Builder joke and I ran with it)

Also shoutout to that person in AO3 whom I totally stole the bird idea from. I couldn't find who when I went back to search for it. sorry. (if anyone knows I'll edit it in)

If I had more time I could try to fix the weird layout. sorry.

Malroth (human) also doesn't know the God of Destruction is actually Malroth. It's really funny trust me.

[lulu-spooks]

Fuck I hate living in south wales

[raspadoris]

ssc napoli + reductress headlines (7/?)

[slamrink]

klay 0 points but he looked sexygorgeous doing it + lockdown defense + mavs WIN and dubs clinch so im leaving here with something 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[webvampzz]

guys how do i motivate myself to finish games 🙁

[eyes-above--the-waves]

I s2g, these guys were talking about the Canadiens lineup as if they were the second coming of Christ, and then they went "and now let's look at the leafs lineup" like they had a gun to their head.

[majimassqueaktoy]

All I do is see yakuza fans give horrible advice on what order to play the games and they do it with so much conviction

[minglana]

my entire family (me included) is fighting a losing battle (against street cats being fed by humans)

[averruncusho]

I think it all started when I was born.

Maybe the astrology people were right. Maybe your fate is directed by whichever star you’re born under, on whichever date you took your first breath.

If so, I imagine that every other baby born alongside me 23 years ago isn’t doing well right now. I wish I could find them, make a support group together- maybe they’d understand me, for a change.

I grew up pretty normally. I remember getting stung by fire ants in my house, watching the occasional toucan on the trees outside, and cycling to the wet market at 7am.

When we were bored we played tikam-tikam, and winning just half a ringgit was enough to make my day. Our house was small, our village had only one internet access port, and we were happy.

I’m typing this from the 60th floor of the financial district right now, where I’m working, and the view is amazing. If I had stayed in my village, I would never have believed that buildings could grow higher than 10 stories.

Growing up in Singapore was different. Wayyy different. You often hear that the city moves faster, but I don’t think that’s exactly true; the city only moves with urgency, because everything matters now. If you’re not moving, you’re flatlining. Get good grades, join a good club, get a good internship, and buy a happy life. The Singaporean guide to success.

Honestly, I prefer it to my village. We grew up poor, and in Malaysia I envied the rich for their luck. Here in Singapore I was poor too, but only for a while; here the rationality of meritocracy pushed me up, higher than I thought possible- 59 stories, to be exact.

I genuinely can’t pinpoint when my life started running on these tracks, or when I realised that I was born to suffer. Perhaps it was 23 years ago, under that star. Maybe it was all those nights I covered my ears as my parents fought in my room. I wonder if that changed my brain’s chemistry at all.

Maybe it was when my parents abandoned me in a forest at 2am. Maybe it was when I was sent to the ER by my brother. Maybe it was when I realised the undercurrent of discomfort running through me every second of every hour of every day was called gender dysphoria.

Whatever the reason, it’s all fallen into place like Tetris, and it feels like my game is ending. The ceiling is coming for me, and as the odds stack against me I cannot help but feel blessed. I walk through life isolated from troubles, materially rich and spiritually alone. Nothing will ever touch me like it did again.

I walk through life isolated. Nothing will ever touch me again.

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Kazama please don't give this man his own family he looks like he's gonna cry at the thought of conning civilians

[vonlipvig]

that's probably bad but i'm too sexy to care about it rn so yeah