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I constantly forget that exy is played on a courts the size of soccer????

Like its a hardwood court so my brain says its the size of basketball that is incorrect

"Exy was a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse on a soccer-sized court with the violence of ice hockey"

There are 10 people for soccer + goalkeeper

Exy is 5 + goalkeeper AND there are movement restrictions.

This beggs so many questions

How does anyone get cose enough to check how do they cover any ground when they only take ten steps? Even with passing its so far.

How high is the plexiglass?? How can Andrew smack the ball down the court its so far it would have to be hit like a bullet and have a high arc.

Realistically its more the size of an ice hockey rink with field hockey marks.

This doesn't even adress if the stadium is indoor or outdoor and weather there is actually like a net or goal with depth.

I need everyones thoughts

Tbh I think she just wanted it to sound even more insane like. Now Neil and Kevin having to run up and down the court without subs sounds way more impressive than it being basketball sized. (Yeah, i agree that the field hockey size is the ideal to meet her halfway)

For the last few questions: after the TKM acknowledgements you have like five pages of Nora explaining Exy.

  1. The plexiglass walls and roof are 10 yards (9 meters) tall.
  2. The goal is just a box painted on the wall, so there's no net depth. There's also a box painted on the floor around it and the goalie is the only one who can be inside it, so players can't shoot 30 centimetres from the wall.
  3. And the court is most definitely indoors like basketball or hockey, probably with no ceiling opening, going from Neil's description of the foxhole court and that they don't worry about the game when it's raining.

Hope this helps :))

this seems as good a time as any to show off the project i started last summer (since stalled because i moved and no longer have access to a free university 3d printer).

its a scale model exy court based on the dimensions given in the books. 1 cm : 5 yards (forgive the mixing of units). the players are arguably a little too large by this measurement, but since they are only toothpicks and im not much of an artist there is a limit to what i can achieve precision wise

a few additional shots, including the (incomplete) 3d printed stadium

incidentally, if you assume andrew hits the ball at roughly 1 m height, in order for it to fly all the way across the court and hit the goal wall without smacking into the ceiling (assuming air resistance negligible, which is a stretch at those speeds), the ball would need to be moving at a minimum of 36.8 m/s. Thats 82 mph for the imperial crowd, or 132 kph for metric folk. literally highway speeds.

anyway, baseball players regular hit balls faster than 100 mph, but thats with a solid bat, not a net. lacrosse players have been known to throw a ball over 80 mph so. plausible but barely.

so for the most part, its actually totally functional for andrew to consistently hit the ball halfway down the court to neil. but those poor players better have insane cardio because they are going to be running a LOT

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Hello, I wrote a little drabble to accompany this; please take my humble offering:

Read on ao3, or under the read more!!

Meryl can’t sleep.

It’s not the cheap little inn in which they’ve found themselves for the night that is keeping her awake, not the creaking of the door or the echoes of whiskey-laced laughter creeping up the stairs and into her room. She’s not even bothered by the telltale sound of critters crawling over the still open window, trying to find refuge from the sandy dunes outside, like they did.

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god, GOD Freddie Mercury was such a fucking badass

This doesn’t do the moment justice. He took the swig of vodka, said “I’ll fucking do it darling”, and then ABSOLUTELY NAILED IT in one fucking take

Mood for 2019: “I’ll fucking do it, darling.”

Reblog for Freddie Mercury level belief in yourself this new year! 

I’ll fucking do it, darling

Come on, 2023

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maybe i am too old for tiktok

My son once came back from a record shop visit with his uncle and with wide eyes and excited smile presented me with a cassette tape. “Look what I found!” As though he’d unearthed ancient pottery at a dig sight.

I love it. I love when my kids discover something that I take for granted. I hear songs with new ears because they are in a state of wonder. My son played me “Paint it Black” the other day, I’m like yeah Rolling Stones so what? And then I see his face and that LOOK like he just discovered sunsets and he’s like yeah but listen to this part, listen to the guitar right here - and I hear a song anew. Like watching a puppy see a bird for the first time, and oh oh right yeah birds are fucking amazing, forgot about that.

#finally a comment that doesn’t have disdain for kids discovering old things #isn’t it cool that someone didn’t know Queen and they got to hear it for the first time? #isn’t it cool to witness that excitement?

I think this is largely why “react” channels on YouTube have become so popular. Watching someone experience something you love for the first time is exciting. Rediscovering that thing through their eyes is also exciting. 

i feel compelled to add this video of a nigerian (i think?) man listening to bohemian rhapsody for the first time, because it is an experience of such pure joy.

I was so excited and emotional watching him experience this for the first time! It was like I got to experience it for the first time all over again.

honestly frodo’s journey is so wild

like, imagine your uncle goes missing after his birthday party, and his old stoner friend from out of town tells you the souvenir he brought back from a vegas trip 80 years ago is actually satan’s mood ring and now zombie assassins are coming to burn down your town unless you and your lawn guy meet up with medieval hozier in a dark gastropub…

This is the funniest synopsis of lotr I’ve ever seen

Fear and Loathing in Lothlorian.

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Spider-Verse fanfiction idea I’ll never get around to writing:

Teacher: Congratulations, Miles. Your paper on multi-dimensional physics has attracted a TON of interest from our Science Mentorship partners. We’ve found you a really wonderful Science Mentor who’s going to be helping you prepare your Youth Science Innovators presentation this week.

Miles: Oh, wow, my parents are gonna be so proud.

Teacher: So, let me introduce you to Dr. Olivia Octavius. Thank you, doctor, for being part of this mentorship program.

Liv: It’s my pleasure, I’m just happy I can help inspire the science community of tomorrow.

Miles: … D:

Important additions:

- Liv is 100% legitimately invested in being a good Science Mentor. After all, today’s young scientists are tomorrow’s reality-warping coworkers.

- Miles’s paper was an edited version of his research on small, stable inter-dimensional portals, so he can hang out with Gwen/get multiverse help against major threats.

- Sometimes, Miles forgets to be scared or angry at Doc Ock and starts actually learning from her, except she inevitably proposes something super unethical and then unconvincingly adds “…theoretically, of course” and Miles starts planning how to counter whatever doom-bot she’s just come up with as Spider-Man.

- May Parker has been helping Miles with spider-gadgets and general science stuff after school. At some point, she and Liv have an angry shouting match over who gets science-custody of their science-nephew.

- Miles has to figure out how to turn down a very plush internship offer from Octavius at the end of the week. His parents insist he take it, he fails to come up with a good reason not to that doesn’t involve Spider-Man knowledge. His parents have Liv over for dinner, she speaks highly of their son and his bright future. The family loves her.

- When Liv eventually figures out his secret identity, she goes full punch-clock villain and keeps mentoring Miles while fighting Spider-Man’s attempts to stop her Bad Idea Science.

This is the best and also so good I love

Ock: MILES YOU HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW WHY ARE YOU HERE

Miles: BECAUSE YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL PEOPLE OLIVIA

Eventually…

Someone: “Our primary suspect is Doc Ock.”

Miles: “It’s not Doc Ock.”

Someone: “How do you know?”

Miles: “Because Liv promised to stop causing mayhem on school nights if I agreed not to tell Floyd she’s the one who keeps taking his food out of the company fridge.”