#trophy run

[draganwhorror]

Been working on my last two trophies (finally) for The Quarry. I couldn't resist taking a picture of a certain someone's backside. 😛

I've had the game since it first came out two years ago, but I've been lazy about finishing the trophies until earlier this year. Now I just need all tarot cards (halfway done) and Peanut Butter Butterpops (never miss a combat encounter). Then I'll get my platinum trophy. Huzzah!

[giolovesyousm]

hang it at the louvre PLEASE.

alice bellandi after winning against israeli opponent in the judo match runs towards her girlfriend to cheer and kissed her in front of an homophobic italian politician, more specifically: the prime minister of Italy.

and her face is absolutely priceless.

[fallen-gravity]

splatoon devs: we're gonna set the big run quota at a ridiculously high number!! we're gonna make it so high that it'll force everyone to grind the event for the whole weekend! we're gonna be generous and let everyone pool their eggs together, but they'll never reach 700,000,000 eggs that easily!! we gottem!!

splatoon players, barely 2 hours into the event, already 1/7th of the way there: i'm sorry did you say something

[darkfluffydragon]

@cookieelementosmisti7

This, dear friend, is a question I am more than delighted to answer :)

Elder Faerie won't be waking up for a long time.

(also all content related to this AU I will now put under the phantasmagoria crk tag)

[ylangelegy]

@lastgameforS: 241016 #에스쿱스 #SCOUPS Team Korea ❤️🔫

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol who, unlike the other athletes in his category, didn't start at a young age. it was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing, how he'd played with his old roommate's cheap pistol and at-home range only to find out hey, i'm pretty good at this.

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol who caught the attention of an international coach, enough for the shooting club to sponsor him his first match gun. he goes with the flow, just kind of happy to be there, until they ask him to give the olympic trials a shot.

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol who qualifies because he's the young, scrappy, and hungry type. itching to prove himself, fearless in the face of the big guns (both literal and figurative).

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol who refuses to put all of his eggs in one basket. he knows that being an olympian can't, shouldn't be everything, so he treats it more like a part-time job. outside of the sport, he works a regular nine-to-five. some business-adjacent occupation.

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol who, when you first meet him, isn't wearing shooting jackets, or gloves, or high-tech glasses. you meet him as the seungcheol who codes excel sheets and grabs a beer or two with workmates after your bi-weekly salary comes in.

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol is so cool about this little double life he leads. when he introduces to you the part of him that's a marksman, you can see the slightly cocky arch of his eyebrow, the amused upturn of his lip. that look on his face that very clearly says bet you didn't expect that, did you?

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol is the picture of calmness on the day of the competition. he's unruffled about being a rookie; unafraid of his much more experienced competition. he'll look at you and smirk, tell you, "can i get a kiss when i hit bullseye?" (not if, but when.)

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol gets his bullseye. he's brutally precise, after all, and he looks like he hasn't even broken a sweat. he looks like he belongs up there, with the veteran american shooters and the elite chinese marksmen.

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol doesn't clinch gold, though, because there are still dozens of people with worlds of experience over him. still, he ranks well enough to be put on peoples' radar. for sportscasters to start saying choi seungcheol from south korea is someone to look out for.

olympic sharpshooter!seungcheol doesn't feel the loss as badly as he thought he would. he got his bullseye, and as he leans over the railing behind him, over the bleachers— as his smirking mouth meets yours, as promised— he also gets his kiss. he'll have another olympics next year, but a first kiss with you? a once-in-a-lifetime thing, arguably better than any medal in the world.

[pirpintine]

solavellan brainrot sketchdump 😔👌

[jesuis-assez]

THE ROOKIE- 6.03 ➦ Trouble In Paradise

[splatoonusna]

Here's the prices of the new Salmon Run stuff that will be in the store.

[archivingbarca]

fcbarcelona: HOW TO BE THE BEST 🌟

Believe in your values and fight for your dreams

(ig, 28/10/24)

[marlenacantswim]

David Tennant Smoking in Fright Night (2011)

bonus:

get it bc he's smoking hahahaaahaha

[jpasionr]

Finally free from BIG Big Run 😭

[moeblob]

Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."

[batsplat]

following on from this. not to always bring marc into everything (sorry marc) but if assen 2015 had happened against jorge, valentino would have very likely pulled something similar again imo. rather than what he actually did, which is approach marc almost immediately for a nice normal friendly handshake and backing off during the podium celebrations. should be noted that during laguna seca '08, valentino was very much committed to yapping at casey on the podium with the world's biggest smuggest grin on his face

partly that disparity is because jorge not marc was the direct title rival, partly it's because valentino was treating marc with kid gloves right until the second that he wasn't, which marc was seemingly entirely oblivious to. if anyone other than marc had said what he said in that presser, had then continued on with similar rhetoric during sachsenring, valentino would quite likely have gone nuclear. he's done it over less than that. his fondness for marc made him continue to exhibit uncharacteristic restraint... except that fondness unfortunately is what left valentino feeling so very betrayed when (to his eyes) marc could not leave well enough alone

[jamminvroomvroom]

can we just talk about the biblical scenes we witnessed pls

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Trophy Room

@wolfstarmicrofic November 8, word count 557

Previous part First part

The door slammed shut behind them and faded from view. Sirius didn’t like this one bit. 

The room they had walked into was full of trophies. Some were tiny things no bigger than thimbles, others were nearly as tall as Sirius himself and they were everywhere. Every surface, including the floor, had a trophy, some were even suspended from the ceiling on strings. At the far end of the room lay another door. 

“Well, I guess we should try the door?” Sirius said, raising a brow at Remus. The Grim offered a rumbling growl from his chest, and they walked towards the door. 

Sirius managed to get about halfway across, dipping and weaving around the trophies, not wanting to knock any over and risk breaking them. He’d just walked past a particularly pointy one, first place for fencing, when the sound of metal hitting stone rang out. Deafening in the silence of the room.  

The trophy bounced a few times, ringing out as it did, before coming to a stop. Remus had retreated from the sound after his tail had flicked and knocked it over. “Try to be more careful, my love, we don’t…” But whatever he’d been about to say, died in his throat as the trophy on the floor trembled and split into two. “Remus come away,” 

The trophies trembled again, and both spilt into another. “That can’t be good,” Sirius muttered. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

One of the trophies hit a spindly displace and knocked more trophies on the floor, instantly splitting, each faster than the last. “Run, Remus!” Sirius urged as the trophies began to pile up. 

They ran as fast as they could but were soon swept up in the wave of bronze, silver and gold. “Remus!” Sirius called out, losing sight of the massive black dog. “Remus!” He heard a yelp below the sea of trophies and pushed through them the best he could, his hand brushing against something warm and soft. He lifted Remus’s head above the trophies and led him towards the far end of the Trophy Room. 

Their progress slowed as they battled against the onslaught. Sirius dared to glance behind and wished he hadn’t, as the multiplying trophies had reached the ceiling and were knocking over more and more. The door was slowly being buried by the blasted things. 

Suddenly, Sirius and Remus were being forced forward, the wall of awards had caught up to them. Sirius’s eyes widened in horror as he realised what was about to happen. They were about to be crushed into the wall by tons of metal. 

He shoved Remus over as far as he could, lining him up for the door. “Trust me,” He shouted over the cacophony of banging and ringing. Remus couldn’t talk, but he could have sworn he heard Remus’s voice say ‘Always,’ inside his head. 

Sirius pulled himself so he was in front of Remus. They were feet away from the far wall now. He reached out and grabbed the doorknob, twisting it until the door gateway, and they tumbled through, the door slamming shut behind them and vanishing into the stonework. Sirius let his head flop back onto the floor as he let out a long breath of relief. They’d done it. 

“Ahem!” A voice behind them coughed, and Sirius groaned. What now?

Next part

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

This new trophy suggests that Josh has a new ending. It’s grammatically incorrect to use “best” with only two list items.