#and I’d do it again

[balloonsandguacamole]

OOOOOOO THIS IS GONNA BE FUN

Ever notice how in the distant spring, the yellow onion awkwardly covers up the middle of the camera? Remember that.

The predators we see every night at the distant spring are the Shearwigs. Particularly nasty bastards that hunt by snapping creature’s necks.

Every time you leave and Pikmin aren’t left behind, they kinda just jump around in a circle angrily.

If Pikmin ARE left behind, you get to enjoy them being cornered by Shearwigs before getting 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃. The ensuing carnage is so gruesome that the game actually has to censor it using the yellow onion.

I have taken active effort to never, EVER leave Pikmin behind on the distant spring for that very reason. Never have, never will. All the other areas are just “getting chased before tripping and being eaten.” Unfortunate, but at least it’s quick.

The distant spring gives your soldiers a five whole seconds of being surrounded before the beetles lunge in for the kill.

Five whole seconds they spend fearing for life.

Unable to comprehend the severity of the situation, they collapse on the floor. They close their eyes, desperately hoping that the pain will be quick. The shadows of the beast grow larger. Their time has come.

Rated E for edveryone.

I never played the Pikmin games growing up, so experiencing them for the first time is fucking WILD. For anyone who’s only seen the cute lil pikmin dudes on social media and isn’t aware of the first game’s plot, let me catch you up to speed:

YOU are an alien who has crash landed on Earth. This is bad, since Earth is ludicrously inhospitable for you. On this planet you are the size of an insect (actually a bit smaller than the average insect but w/e), and the oxygen that’s in all the air is extremely poisonous to you. Whatever gas you breathe (I can’t remember), you only have 30 days worth of it in your space suit’s tank, and after that you’re fucked. Your only hope of survival is finding your 30 missing ship parts in those 30 days so you can repair your ship. On your first day, you come across these little carrot looking creatures (game’s words, not mine) called Pikmin. They are tiny, stupid, and incredibly weak. But they are also suicidally loyal and strong in numbers, so you use them to your advantage because they’re literally all you have. Also I’m mentioning this because it’s important later, the pikmin reproduce by brining pellets and dead corpses to something called the onion, which destroys the body and uses its nutrients to make pikmin sprouts. Over the course of the next 30 days, you and your army of pikmin navigate an extremely dangerous forest in order to find your ship parts. Along the way you have to deal with predators that can and will eat your pikmin, bodies of water that will instantly evaporate your pikmin, and other obstacles that prevent you from completing your goal. And that’s not even mentioning some of the other enemies that do shit like possess your pikmin so they end up attacking you.

If despite all this you still manage to get your ship repaired in 30 days, you are able to successfully return home. If not, then on the 30th day your ship fails to breach the atmosphere upon takeoff, and you die in the ensuing crash. The pikmin that just spent the last 30 days following you around and fighting your battles for you then give your body to the onion and it is used to make one final pikmin.

so yeah, THATS the lore of the first pikmin game. Incredibly fucking brutal. I just started playing the second one and that game seems a lot more chill, but I was genuinely taken aback by how cutthroat the first installment is. Early 2000’s Nintendo was not fucking around.

[monkawonka]

Being put on trial for pushing him down the stairs.

Pose x

[luverleaver]

I can’t believe I spend my money on these fuckers

[sweattyspaghetti]

Just moments from the fight club script that drove me up the wall:

- we could’ve seen Brad Pitt casually sitting in Edward Norton’s lap with a gun in his mouth (as if this stuff wasn’t already gay enough)

- Jack searching for Tyler’s approval in the middle of his fight

- them being a domestic husband and wife (oh my god and Tyler walking up to Jack to get his tie fixed)

- the hilarious acknowledgment that yeah: they are codependent

- Tyler asking Jack to say please and then doing said thing he begged for as a kind gesture

- that. Jack not entering his cave, being in the present, unafraid, wanting Tyler to do the one thing he never really did, appreciate something. Not see everything as disposable and unremarkable.

Anyway. When tyler said he did this for them for us, like okay we get it. Whether he’s emotionally manipulating Jack or not we get it u freaky queer 🙄🤨

(Here's the link to the script *wink*)

EDIT: wanted to add this too. So the ass towards Jack was 100% purposeful. Alright class. Let’s put on our queer lenses on and—oh! Yep. Gay. Tyler durden is the narrator’s closeted gayness being wide open 👍

[klspacecadet]

pls do prove your claims because now i am curious

sorry it took me so long to answer I was trying to draw something good (digitally) but couldn’t so I gave up...

also comment if you want to see any other talents/skills/wtv, these are all I could think of haha

first proof: art :3

I was in the psych ward from 12/9 to 6/30 so that’s all but 3 of these…. The dates of completion are in the image descriptions ^^

second proof: writing!

I have always been wholly dedicated to the art of music. My mother, a renowned pianist, bestowed upon me her love for music when she birthed me; sealing the notes within my very skin and bones. Although my mother was gracious in accepting my passion, as she too felt the same, the other children were not. They preached that music would take me nowhere and it was a hopeless pursuit, them more inclined to athletic or academic ambitions. They believed that, although my mom achieved great fame and fortune, I would never receive the same praise for my inferior talents. My father, behaving similarly to the other young children, consistently reminded me of my musical failure. To ensure I believed the same, he beat his words into both my brain and my body until my only option was to agree, my throat clogged and my arms weak. Eventually he gave up on our family as a whole and walked out, leaving his words resonating within me. I could never be a successful musician. As I gave up hope on my passion and life’s purpose, my mother dragged me from my despair and gave me hope that I could thrive, that my wish could become a reality.  As I continued to grow, the cruelty of other children was proven once again. Specifically upon my entrance to middle school, stereotypes and discriminations were shoved down my throat. My mother, as always, dismissed these opinions and as such I never agreed with them. Upon their discovery of my belonging within these groups, my schoolmates targeted and tormented me until graduation; although my mother helped dismiss most of their words, their fists still left wounds upon my body and mind — understandably, I had a rougher academic career than most.

This was a rewrite of something my friend wrote, so although the ideas aren’t mine all of the words are ^^

third proof: rhythm gaming!

I couldn’t think of anything else to put here that didn’t involve a video of me, so please let me know if there’s anything else you want to see!

also everything tagged shows up somewhere in this post, so don’t comment saying “this isn’t vld” because there’s a LOT of Keith drawings excuse me

[kvothes]

i had a chance to jump in lake michigan so honestly i did receive all the emotional and spiritual healing i needed from this trip

[eucharistsamruby]

just unfollowed someone i’ve been following for probably 10 years for calling sam the straight one

[boopboopimanidioot]

I can't belive you attacked a sleeping man

:3

[anidealistatbestburntoutatworst]

another round of memes from this week… true of vamp fandom i come with gifts

[itsnotillegalyet07]

I have created again.

I don’t know if it counts but @goobersforlife here’s some more.

[murderandcoffee]

did I just block someone because I didn’t like the tag they put on a post they reblogged from me? yes. yes I did

[angeltannis]

Until Dawn fandom was so good because 1) all the kids were canonically friends, so you couldn’t realistically stan just one character without the others, and 2) every single one of those kids was either the worst person you’d ever met or complicit in enabling said worst people. So no character fandom had moral high ground over any other one. We were all in it together. Equality

[iron-bae]

Me dropping a casual “dear Cullenites” in a stream and watching everybody implode on themselves

[neuroviolentgraves]

baiting the foot fetishists i see

I used to send our partner system anonymous foot pics

[youreonyourownkid]

taylor: “‘stay away from her’ the saboteurs protested too much”

literally me last summer:

[obsessedwithceleste]

I fear I have once again booped too close to the sun as tumblr mobile has crashed three times in the last five minutes