#teammwork

[kkoehn17]

The Tour de France is Not What I Thought—It's Better.

In the last few months, I have gotten very into the slew of sports documentaries available to stream. I love watching people push themselves to their limits and reach elite athletic status. It’s inspiring to see what bodies are capable of, what people are capable of, and it is so easy to root for people you see working so hard. You want that hard work to pay off for them. Most recently, I…

[theheightofdishonor]

when I mean quit traumatising me with thoughts about a volleyball manga, I meant it. What am I supposed to do with the knowledge that Hinata knew his weakness from the start and seeking individual growth (greed being a positive thing) doesn’t make him any less of a team player? Or that their extreme love for volleyball is what isolated them until they found each other? (or how entirely besotted Kageyama was with Hinata right from the start lmao) But really, reading your posts give me a greater appreciation for the manga and I didn’t even know that was possible! Thank you for your analysis, although I will be suing for psychic damage every time I see your posts in my feed because I end up thinking about them too much. I really like that you love Haikyuu so much, that love is contagious and you make me like it more.

Dunno, personally I find it fun to inflict my brain rot on others. The joy of suffering together or whatnot.

As for what to do with it, you can always just spin all that around your head for eternity and spit it out in various ways the way I've been doing for like 2-4 years now. Or use it to extrapolate even more insane heartbreaking headcanons and aus. They're both fun!

(Re: kageyama being besotted for hinata, that reminds me I have a post somewhere about kageyamas canon three step journey of falling in love with hinata but idk where it is. If I have time to find it I'll repost it for you because it's a good post (they make me want to chew on glass))

Im glad that I make you love hq more because honestly, there's few things better than being able to share your love of something with someone else and when you can bond with other people over that shared interest. It's sooo delightful. And like personally, interacting and having conversations and talking at people makes me like it and think about it more. It's also the way that i flesh out my thoughts. Whenever I post something especially long on here, it usually because I talked about it recently to or at someone.

Feel free to sue me for psychic damage, I find the idea utterly delightful but also you're really to blame because your asks make my day and make me want to write more about hq and kagehina

[nutzgunray-lvt]

Oboro's death only makes Aizawa as a character look even worse than he already is, and Oboro isn't really a character outside of his friendship with Aizawa (a problem Present Mic also has).

You mean to tell me that we're supposed to see Aizawa as a hardass with a heart of gold when he uses Oboro's death as an excuse to be an asshole to his friends and play God with his students' futures out of an excuse of "potential" (aka Quirkism, in my honest opinion)?

The similarities between Oboro and Izuku aren't lost to me and a lot of Aizawa antis, and it's REALLY not a good look for Aizawa to constantly single out and unfairly treat Izuku the way he does while favoring Bakugou, a student who shares a lot of similarities to his bully, Sensoji.

In my opinion, if Oboro were of sound mind and body, he'd be disgusted and disappointed with Aizawa and his behavior.

Look at Kakashi (someone who Aizawa is frequently compared to). He used Obito's death as a kick in the ass to actually work with his teammates, enforce how important teamwork is in the ninja world (a lack of teammwork can and will get you KILLED and the students are given a chance to try again without the failure being on their permanent records), and be more open with his emotions. I have my own problems with him as a character and as a teacher, but he at least TRIES and is shown to actually care for and reciprocate his loved ones' affections.

[ratatatastic]

see what happens when mikksy and ekky are in the lineup? we score! teammwork! thank you mr inevitable!

[ikram1909]

Seeing other teams with actually covered up spots, system structure, work together, no washed players, understanding and comunicatiom between players, insividualism but also teammwork, coach doing the right decisions.....why my club is allergic to all of that

We just have to do everything the difficult way 😭😭

[farazberjis]

We can learn about collaboration from birds. By flying in a V formation, the whole flock adds 71% greater range than if each bird were flying alone. In our individualistic society we often try to figure things out by ourselves. What would it look like to ask for help? www.coredigestive.com @FarazBerjis @CoreDigestive #teammwork #fly #bird #formation #flute #teamwork #askforhelp #coaching #farazberjis #guthealth #coredigestive #wellness #health #mindbodyspirit #digestivewellness

[midesastremanifiesto]

You literally said he BLAMED Charles, and he didn't, and that was my point. And he doesn't have to take responsability for attacking Charles, I wouldn't blame Charles if he did the same btw, I want them to fight and Carlos owns nothing to Ferrari so for me he can do whatever the fuck he wants, no more teammwork (they are going to call him bad teammate anyway) and I wasn't even speaking about that anyway, but about the interviews later. And frankly I'm done with this, I have my opinion and you have yours.

Carlos choosing not to comment on what happened at the start VS Charles interview(s) yesterday...

it's called having class

[winterlineglobalskills]

Winterline Gap Year: 9 months, 10 countries, 100 skills.

[merlinsquest]

Joanna:  Okay!  Confirmation that the Serpent was a real warning!  Thankfully Tiffany found some plant sap that we were able to coat my arrow with it and then Braydon cut its head off.

[leoragazza]

#instagram #celebration #life #cheers #hope #believe #joy #diadeldelegadoelectoral #paz #sharing #together #working #teammwork #nature #peace (at Tribunal Electoral Panamá) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7Sf9FbBm1Z/?igshid=tgu4swno5tqv

[iluvcheescake]

my recent likes are just post saying "loid and yor are rlly good parents" and yeah 🫶🫶🫶

[pinkuboa]

How would you suggest promoting a game... That you want to keep under wraps? I have a game that sadly, as an artist, I can only work on visuals and some music... So the game's progress is VERY slow at the moment. I want to share info about it, but because so little progress happens, I don't want someone else more "equipped" than me to snatch up the idea.. If that makes sense? I can introduce characters, but I struggle to even write a Synopsys... 💦💦

Send an ask or direct message privately to people you’re interested in and ask if they’d like to help you work on your game.  That’s the best way to keep it a secret if you’re that worried.  

Otherwise, I’d do my best to give a vague summary and go from there.  Here’s what I’ve come up with based on previous games. 

My game is an rpg set in a surreal, minimalistic world.  It’s going to be 4-6 hours long to play, with a heavy focus on the story and setting. I want the tone of the game to bounce back and forth between humor and horror, with the final act focusing on horror.  The combat won’t be too challenging, but I want the boss battles to be on the harder side.  When the player’s not battling, they’ll either be talking with people or solving puzzles to progress.  Since I’m a one person team, I’m looking for someone to do the programming and assist with balancing out the combat system. I can do the art and music myself, although I’d like some help with the music if anyone’s interested. Here’s my character, the Batter. (OFF)

Hey there!  I’m trying to make an RPG Horror game set in the 1800s.  It’ll be a puzzle adventure that players would have to figure out the true plot of through dialogue, symbolism, and books and papers they can find throughout the game.  It’s based on other RPG Horrors like Ib & Alice Mare, and a few of my favorite games and anime, and will have a room you can unlock via collectibles at the end.  I’m having trouble figuring out how to program puzzles and certain events going on throughout the game, so if someone out there can either help me program or take on the job of programmer I’d really appreciate it!  Oh, here’s my main character by the way!  (Pocket Mirror)

The game I’m working on is a cute adventure game set in a small north eastern USA town.  It'll be a short game 40min to an hour long depending on how the player plays the game, and the main focus of the game will be character and world building.  Since it’s my first time, I’d like to ask for someone to help me out with programming: I got some of the basics down, but some of the more complicated stuff I’m not sure how to do.  I’m also hoping to find someone to help me out with music, since I have a few free to use tracks but I’d really dig having some original tracks as well.  Here’s a picture of my main character, Theo. (that’s my WIP game)

With the synopsis I gave above I gave an approximation of the game’s genre, art, & tone, how long the game is going to be, a brief overview of the gameplay, and what the main focus of the game would be, which hopefully gives people an idea of the game without actually talking about the plot itself.  I also said what parts of the game I’d need help with & how people could help.  Always leave proper contact information and such when you ask these things of course. :P

If you can’t find a programmer, try and find someone who can be your programming mentor you can share your code with. And if you can’t find that, you’re SOL.  It’s hard to find programmers, so good luck with that.

Hope this answers your question c,:

[lacklusterswirl]

Communication

Me: There's a Mira behind that Mirror.

Friend: (Stands in front anyways and looks away. Gets shot)

Me: (Takes a breath)

Friend: ... No, stop. I heard you, I'm just dumb.

[deadslain-blog]

‘ where have you been? ’

     his  lone  wolf  persona  had  become  somewhat  of  a  crutch  in  recent  years ;  it  made  it  easy  to  distance  himself,  keep  others  at  arm’s  length,  without  the  risk  of  developing  any  sort  of  attachment  that  could  be  used  against  ( or  torn  away  from )  him  later.  however,  the  comfortable  isolation  he’d  gradually  settled  into  –  like  submerging  yourself  into  a  scalding  hot  tub,  an  inch  at  a  time,  ‘til  your  skin  numbs  itself  to  the  pain  –  had  made  it  considerably  more  difficult  to  adjust  to  the  entity’s  realm  and  trials.  

     the  first  time  he’d  heard  the  botanist’s  scream  cut  across  the  open  expanse  of  the  cornfield,  a  chill  had  taken  hold  of  his  spine  and  twisted  hard.  heart  pounding,  he’d  continued  to  fiddle  with  the  generator  before  him  with  shaky  fingers,  his  only  guidance  the  engineering  degree  he’d  put  to  such  great  use  back  home.  somehow,  despite  the  distance  between  them,  he  could  still  see  her  –  strung  up  like  a  piece  of  uncured  meat,  dangling  lifelessly  from  the  hook  jutting  through  her  shoulder  –  and  nobody  else  was  taking  the  bait.  

      teeth  grit,  he’d  given  a  groan  of  defeat  and  reluctantly  abandoned  the  generator,  pistons  firing  rapidly,  to  sprint  across  the  field  and  ( hopefully )  help  her  down.  they’d  been  given  little  time  to  run  afterwards ;  the  roar  of  a  chainsaw,  formerly  reassuring,  announced  the  killer’s  presence  as  he  charged  at  them,  his  face  an  impassive  mask  of  stitches  above  rotten,  jagged  teeth.  

     he’d  shoved  her  forward  –  just  go,  i  got  this  –  but  his  efforts  to  distract  went  unnoticed  ( or ignored )  as  the  giant  fixed  its  sights  on  her,  bloodied  apron  rippling  with  each  step.  old  bones  don’t  move  like  they  used  to,  he’d  learned,  and  in  a  moment  to  catch  his  breath  behind  a  makeshift,  wooden  wall,  he  saw  the  girl  fall  with  a  sickening  crack  from  the  cannibal’s  mallet.  

     brown  eyes  had  widened  as  the  chainsaw  was  shoved  through  her  sternum  with  little  resistance,  dragging  upwards  until  the  gurgling  of  blood  in  her  throat  was  silenced  by  the  chains  tearing  through  her  skull.  it’s  a  sick  sight,  to  be  sure,  one  he’d  only  grown  accustomed  to  when  he  was  on  the  other  end.  his  stomach  gave  a  familiar  churn  just  as  the  alarm  sounded  to  signal  power  returning  to  the  exit  gates.  

      the  next  few  minutes  were  a  blur ;  he’d  managed  to  stagger  through  the  gate  by  the  skin  of  his  teeth  and  ended  up  wandering  away  from  the  campfire  rather  than  towards  it.  seeing  people  die  around  him  was  something  he  was  supposed  to  have  left  behind,  something  he  prided  himself  in  no  longer  having  to  worry  about.  but  the  sound  of  that  poor  girl’s  cry  had  awoken  something  in  him,  long - buried,  and  made  his  chest  tighten  with  a  familiar  sense  of  grief.  of  loss.

     when  he  next  approaches  the  fire,  to  the  turning  of  several  heads  and  the  raise  of  one  question,  he’s  back  to  his  normal  self,  cheeky  smile  hiding  a  sense  of  renewed  determination.  

     ‘  i  took  a  walk.  what,  you  miss  me  that  badly?  ’  

silent hill vocal tracks.    /   @smugliar

[etoilebleu]

 @overclocks​ liked for a starter !  

      “ UGH. look--I  said  I  was  sorry,  alright?  “  voice  pressed  with  frustration  while  she  hovered  over  the  floor  back  and  forth,  arms  crossed. “  I  heard--stop. him. I  didn’t  know  that  meant  to  NOT  kill  him  !  “  hands  now  flailing  expressively  while  she  planted  feet  firmly  on  the  ground.

       “  and  besides,  it  was  a  short  battle  was  it  not ?  no  one  got  hurt,  no  buildings  were  destroyed. It  was  a  win-win. “  immediately  upon  assembling,  bri  had  quickly  ended  the  battle  by  melting  the  perpetrator's  head  off  with  her  laser  eyes. quite  the  sight  to  see.

      she  could  feel  the  eyes  of  shame,  the  mutant  woman  suddenly  feeling  small  and  scrunching  her  shoulders  together,  fingers  interlocking  while  looking  around  nervously. 

“ .....please  don’t  fire  me. “