#but i don’t get the game 😭

[youcouldhearmesmile]

i downloaded dragon city during christmas because i wanted och exclusive dragons and the dapg banner. i have never touched that app again since.

[calmlb]

“Chuuya wasn’t in Dark Era, why is he in this art??”

wdym, he’s right here 🤨

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[royaltea000]

Pose practice! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

[kevinsdsy]

jeremy almost got a red card and jean absolutely loved™️ it (2024's version)

jean had been standing on the field for almost all of second half. he had only played a handful of games with his new team, but the few games he had played felt different to the ones with the ravens.

he was used to the fighting song he had heard for years with his old team. he was used to aggression and foul moves— not only from his opponents, but also from himself. with the trojans he had to hold back on the familiarity of his aggressive play. he had spend many of their practices trying to unlearn the moves that came so natural to him, so he could fit their playing style better. instead of the aggression the trojans were more strategic and had mastered a handful of moves that were less predictable.

this game wasn’t like that though. this game was full of rage and aggression. it was something familiar to jean— which he gladly accepted on the field. he was used to the foul moves during this game and sometimes when he got hit a little harder than necessary he could have sworn he heard the raven’s fighting chant in his ears.

jean tried his best to hold back on his aggressive moves. he remembers the many practices and amount of time he has devoted to playing like the colours he’s representing today. it doesn’t always work— sometimes his moves catch up with him before his thoughts are able to and the raven escapes, but he tries his best to keep it caged.

whenever he slips up though he tries his best to meet either jeremy’s or coach rhemann’s eyes to acknowledge he has caught his mistake. away, jean. you’re hurting me. those are the words he mutters to himself whenever he catches himself slipping. they’re not his words, but jeremy’s. words jeremy had said once upon a time during practice. words that would linger in his mind and surprisingly enough kept him grounded and helped him to alter his usual way of playing.

“away.” he reminds himself before making his move and so he successfully does. his opponent loses their ball and jean is pleased to hear himself getting cussed out. he just shrugs and keeps moving like he always does. he doesn’t even realise when he gets hit by one of the opponent’s sticks. the force and speed is enough to have him stumble and grasping for air, but he’s used to getting back up when he gets hurt.

he hates to admit it, but the pain is almost welcoming. it keeps him grounded to the field and helps him stand stronger to prove himself like he has done so many times before.

jean’s eyes find jeremy’s and he catches a glimpse of jeremy glaring at #11 of the other team before jeremy finally turns his glance to jean. jean nods to his captain to reassure he’s fine and he lets the referee handle the rest. it’s cody who takes the time between #11 and the referee as a chance to ask jean if he’s well. “i’m good,” jean reassures them. cody takes jean in for one more second and then nods in agreement. jean clicks his stick with his teammate’s and both of them find their places back on the field.

the game doesn’t necessarily continue smoothly after that, but jean is still standing and he figures that should at least count for something. it isn’t until there are only five minutes left on the clock when the game becomes a war field. both teams seem to be desperate to secure the win. it’s the trojans who are ahead right now, but only with one point and if there’s one thing everyone on this field knows, it’s that a lot can happen in five minutes.

the minutes are so rough it almost reminds jean of the games with the nest. as much as he tries to drown out the nonexistent ravens chant from the crowd he can’t help but mutter the words to himself.

his legs are hurting and his exy stick feels heavy in his hand, but the discomfort and pain is so familiar to him it’s almost welcoming in his desperate attempt to keep the ball away from the back of the field. in his moment of pain he allows himself one deep breath and decides if he wants to take control of this game and secure the win he will have to spend these last minutes playing rough. he’s sure he should be able to get out of the last three minutes without too much trouble.

his reminders to play like he has practiced are drowned by the raven’s fighting chant and a quick promise to repent one way or another after the game is done.

jean clicks his stick so hard against his opponent that they lose the ball. he leaves them to catch up with their pain and finds the ball for himself. it is nabil who is closest to the goal, so jean passes the ball to him and then before he can take his next breath his body hits the ground.

foul. jean thinks. he had already passed the ball to nabil when he got hit by #9 of the other team. jean tries his best to get himself up. it takes a lot more effort than he would have like and he needs both his hands to do so. he finds #9 grinning at jean, which almost reminds him of riko when he was pleased of himself after he had hurt jean.

his opponent said something to him but jean had missed it over the sounds of nonexistent chants, old memories and banging sticks and bodies.

it is jeremy who catches the words instead and jean concludes it must have been something bad. jean expects jeremy to smile and shrug it off, but instead jeremy drops his stick. “what did you just say?” jeremy demanded aggressively, he uses his body to stand in between jean and #9– which would almost look like an attempt to stop a fight if it wasn’t for his own aggression. he pushes the bigger guy and #9 almost loses his balance, but he catches himself just in time.

jean grabs not only his own stick, but also jeremy’s. he knows the best thing to do right now is to tell jeremy he’s fine, but instead he lets the scene unfold. he’s too surprised by jeremy’s change in attitude and curious enough to want to know where it will take them. their opponent also seems willing enough to continue this fight, but it’s jeremy who pushes him again which leads to his first yellow card this game. the referee warns him, reminds them all of the clock and warns jeremy again about a potential red card if he continues this behaviour.

jean doesn’t know if it’s stupidity or a desperate attempt to get one last thing out this game, but #9 pushes jeremy with his stick the second the referee turns around, making jeremy scoff while looking for his own stick. he finds it in jean’s hand and doesn’t hesitate to put his hand out in a silent demand to get it back from him. “give me my stick and i’ll show him the things i can do with it.” he reaches for his stick, but jean takes a step back. as much as he would like to see jeremy continuing this fight, he makes sure he won’t be the reason to ruin the trojans’ reputation tonight. “jean, give me my…-“ jeremy doesn’t get a chance to finish his demand, because jean shakes his head.

“stop.” jean tells his partner. “we’re winning anyways. don’t ruin it with a red card. we need you with us next game.” jeremy sighs, glares at #9 and then decides jean is right. “fine,” jeremy agrees. “i don’t even know what got into me.” he tells jean. jean grins at him and hands him back his exy stick.

jean liked jeremy he suddenly realised. but then again, how could he not? jeremy had been patient and kind with jean’s adjustment to the team and jean couldn’t say he had always repaid him with the same kindness in return. but seeing jeremy lose his temper for once? he decided he enjoyed it greatly. it made him more likeable and tolerable.

sooo this is a rewritten version of a headcanon/one-shot i had written in 2019 when i finished aftg for the first time hehe and getting the sunshine court from nora inspired me to rewrite it as a proper one-shot :))

[goldkirk]

hey this isn’t aimed at anyone in particular but I’m saying it for the record here: if I tell you no, please stop messaging me about fundraisers and mutual aid.

I get enough messages that it’s impossible for me to keep up without devoting at least half an hour each day, when I’m not even on tumblr that long most days. Me having a boundary about this isn’t a moral failing, it’s a lifeboat for me on my own blog.

In my personal life I’m already advocating and donating literally as much as I can spare. This is not me not caring, it’s just me not willing to interact with that on the one place I go online to not interact with irl news and world events for the most part.

I cannot be upset all the time. I cannot be upset everywhere. I cannot use all my emotional and mental energy fielding my own upset from ongoing events. My options are to hold boundaries about this or stop coming online at all.

I’m all for sharing information and signal boosting to reasonable extents, but the scale of it this year is so large and so enduring that it is literally not possible to for me to participate on every account I have. I’ve previously shared links to Gaza eSIM donations and a major hub of verified Go Fund Mes here and elsewhere online. We, the online humans, know how to look those things up ourselves by now. There are many, many people choosing to do advocacy work, and right now, I can’t be one of them.

If you’re extremely upset when I tell you I can’t share/donate right now about a Gaza family or personal fundraiser you ask me to share here, just unfollow and block me. That’s what those buttons are for. Protect your own emotions and energy and get me off your feed instead of staying upset and continuing to engage with online people or content that upsets you.

Please don’t send repeated angry messages based on manufactured purity politics and moral outrage into my messages and inbox when I exercise the right to run my own blog.

[haliaiii]

Tatsuya what the fuck are you talking about

[futur3gh02t]

Hey guys so I watched ManlyBadassHero play an indie horror gay called Beary The Hatchet. Might be a little fixated on this one. (The second I started getting into it I started drawing this for several hours straight and now my hand hurts like hell.

Genuinely in love with kirvia’s use of color theory

[lotus-pear]

ok wait does anyone know a rly good kaveh build or good team comps bc this man is NOT doing any damage 😭😭😭

[zaddyazula]

me staring at my gorgeous pretty princess who does no wrong and is also the best rgg antagonist:

[brookbee]

Got tagged by @doofusschweetz in this post (I took your coins) thanks for tagging me!

Tagging @crystal-mouse @frogayyyy @space-dog-from-space if y’all want to do this (no pressure though!)

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Pathologic fandom stop excluding Clara from stuff challenge

[spineless-lobster]

All I’m saying is if athena gave telemachus divine dash I think little wolf would’ve ended differently

[lithth]

what’s crazy to me is the fact that kusuo and kuusukes family are aware that they have shitty relationship but don’t do anything abt it

[wttcsms]

booktok might’ve quote unquote ruined literature, but what really killed it, dismembered it, and then buried it in different junkyards is the normalization and then mass production of those damn 200 word ambiguous ass paragraphs of porn written in small font and then tagged with about twenty different anime boys from varying fandoms with vastly diff personalities.

[wynandcore]

I’ve looked vaguely through the Lost Frontier cutscenes. Why do they look like that

Also extra doodle of what he’d look like for most of the game if Lost Frontier was fucking cool