#wylie coyote

[odinsblog]

[themightyfoo]

When my husband was a senior in high school his science teacher gave he and his friends the assignment of figuring out how high Wylie Coyote was by timing how long it took him to crater

[daggersandarrows]

training my dog to walk next to me off leash [going to the park with my girlfriend]

[imwyliegibson]

Delivery for @imdrinesmorales

[nepotisim]

Wylie "Coyote" Torres Seed

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[ghostboneswrites2]

To help break free of writers block, I’m doing these. Enjoy 🍓

Young Daryl Dixon x Strawberry Reader

(a short little drabble)

(Fem!Reader) (Reader descriptions: freckles, hair long enough to be messy and put in a hair tie - no race or body type mentioned)

-18+ MDNI-

Masterlist

In his early twenties, Daryl had only two friends he dared to associate with. One of them was Gunner, a man of few words with a short fuse. The other, a guy called Wylie, like the cartoon coyote. He earned that nickname for a few reasons, but mostly due to his poor luck with women. The joke was that he’d chase them forever but he’d never actually catch them. The only girl in the entire town that would associate with him was his little sister, Y/N.

She was only a year younger than he was, but she was smarter than him by far. He was a dumb boy, with not much going on behind those bug-ish.

All in all, they were a trio of losers. Daryl had been the only attractive one of the bunch, and even he had zero game. The three of them would often hang out by the lake. A lake which had no name, proudly referred to by the locals as ‘The Lake.’

They’d lean against Daryl’s beat up old Ford, the same truck he’d always been working on in his dad’s driveway in high school. Merle always told him it was a lost cause — that they should have just junked it for a quick dime. Daryl was insistent, though, that he could get it running, and sure enough he did. It only costed him two years of his life and a handful of dead end jobs to afford the parts and pieces it required.

With a functional vehicle, a young man in his prime was surely unstoppable. As often as he could manage, Daryl would scoop up his two friends and find some kind of trouble to get into. That particular day, they opted for a dip in the lake. Georgian summers were no joke, but this particular summer was more than any of them could have anticipated. The record high temperatures had rendered many air conditioning units useless. The only HVAC company in the county couldn’t keep up with the calls. In simpler terms, it was hot as fuck outside.

“Hotter than a damn dingle berry in the devil’s ass-crack, I’ll tell ya that much.” Wylie joked, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the dingy old Metallica shirt he’d just taken off.

The boys all mumbled in agreement as they stripped down into their trunks, excited to take a dip in the cool water.

“Least we picked the spot with the best view.” Gunner snickered as he looked around. The Lake was busy that day, as it had been all summer.

Young people and small families lined the bank of the water. Kids played and splashed, young couples took turns on the rope swing, women laid out on their towels and floats to soak up some sun.

One particularly bright young lady caught Daryl’s eye among the crowd, with her bright red top and torn up daisy dukes. The sun left a radiant glow on her skin as she shook out her messy hair from its previous updo. Freckles littered her skin like strawberry seeds, especially on a sunny day. It took him little time to realize she was Y/N, Wylie’s previously mentioned younger sister.

She notice the gang of merry idiots as soon as they noticed her. She rolled her eyes and strode over to them, glaring them down as she ate a fresh strawberry.

“And just what the hell are you three tit-for-brains doin’ here today?” She questioned suspiciously.

“Swimmin’, cause it’s hot. Just like everybody else out here.” Wylie defended.

“Surely it’s not ‘cause you knew I was comin’ out here with my friends today.” She pressed on. “Always followin’ us around like puppy dogs to catch a glimpse of my friends.”

Her eyes scanned over Gunner, then Wylie, before landing mischievously on Daryl. “Or, me.” She teased. Daryl scoffed.

“Yeah right.” He waved her off. His dismissive facade couldn’t hide the way his eyes lingered on her glossy lips as she sucked her finger clean of strawberry juices. He cleared his throat and gulped. “The hell y’all doin’ out here anyway? Y’ain’t got nothin else to do, like doin’ your hair and talkin’ ‘bout boys?”

“Ain’t no boys worth talkin’ about in this town, Dixon.” She fired back.

“I could think of a few.” Wylie chimed in, smirking at a pair of girls as they walked past in their bikinis.

“Please.” She snorted. “Ain’t a single lady in the state of Georgia that would touch any one o’ you buffoons with a ten foot pole.”

“That ain’t what your friend Gina said the other night.” Wylie said with confidence.

“Oh, that’s right!” Y/N snapped her fingers, as if attempting to recall something. “I believe what she said was… that your breath smelled so bad she nearly fainted tryin’ to hold her breath.”

Gunner and Daryl stifled their laughter as their friend had his ego torn apart once again by his little sister.

“Whatever, man. Let’s just go swim.” Wylie grumbled as he shuffled toward the water. Gunner followed after him, followed by Daryl. Y/N matched her pace to the young Dixon, eying him curiously through the corners of her lashes.

“Why do you even hang around with those two dimwits, Dixon?” She asked him, just as they reached the edge of the water where Wylie and Gunner were acclimating to the cold.

“There my friends.” Daryl shrugged, kicking off his shoes.

“Mm. Dead weight is what they are.”

“Wha’s that mean?” Daryl arched a brow curiously.

“Just that…” She trailed off, looking him up and down once more before she smirked. “It can be hard to appreciate a nice thing when it’s surrounded by garbage, that’s all.”

With that, she winked at him, and walked back over to her friends. She left him in disbelief for a moment, before he’d shake his head and follow his friends into the lake.

For the rest of the afternoon, he’d splash and joke with his buddies, occasionally leaving the water to pull a beer from their cooler and return. Sneakily, he’d pass a glance toward Y/N, but somehow she always caught him looking. Conveniently, she’d make sure to stretch it bend over just as he did, batting her eyes and licking her lips each time.

[abr]

il più bel autoritratto di mentalità pidina applicata all'attualità (castigat ridendo mores): bona che anche stavolta nonostante tutto e tutti i nostri campioni, non ci siamo fatti malissimo. Come Wylie Coyote: perdenti si ma simpatici.

[poughkeepsies]

oh boy oh EW

[bestboxerever]

Wylie Coyote

[disappointedcreeper]

Hey, info dump.

About anything you want. Just type words until they fight back.

ok so imma try to explain some character controller stuff for video games

so first off you don't want to move them a set amount of time per frame, as then if you lag your character moves really slowly, this is especially bad if you have a multiplayer game where you can play with other people. what you should do instead is use something called delta time, which is the time since the last frame. Multiplying the player's move speed by this ensures they move the same speed.

if you're making a platformer there are quite a few qol features that should be included if you dont want players to feel their inputs are being 'eaten' by the computer. The first and most discussed one is coyote time, where you can jump for a little bit after walking off a platform (called coyote time because of Wylie Coyote, specifically the gag where he would walk off a cliff, not realize it, and only fall once he realized he was in midair)

the second thing is called 'jump queuing' which stores jump inputs from when you are midair for a little bit, so if you press jump right before landing you still jump once you land.

[a-moment-captured]

Never stop because I have legit tears from laughing so hard at you two! 😂😂😂😂

We have to annoy each other every day. Today we just so happen to annoy each other on Tumblr. But in my defense, @heavyhitterheaux TOLD ME to send those ask in.

Had her typing like she was wylie coyote chasing after the roadrunner with how fast she did that!

The nerve to blame me 🙄😒.

Technically it’s all Jackman’s fault.

[mattprower]

wylie coyote and his amazing digital (animal) circus

(somethin' @markandflops inspired)

[daggersandarrows]

sometimes it is indeed a beetle wrapped in a trans flag shoved in a pringles can

my girlfriend just told me that she has a surprise for me. knowing her this could mean either skydiving, banana bread, or a collar

[imwyliegibson]

[violetren]

Lou got a Nat20 to see this hotdog themed Wylie Coyote fucking box trap, but Gerard really could use a hotdog...

Watching him play this away was so painful but also a really satisfying bit of roleplay and fucking hilarious.