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Stimmy Game

Powder game, or Dust, is a physics simulator featuring around 45 different objects, materials, and substances. You can create tiny landscapes made of vines, stone, water, magma, etc, all represented as individual pixels.

You can also spawn living creatures, like ants which dig tunnels, birds that flock together and fly around, or tiny people. (Players can be moved with WASD and arrow keys, fighters arent controlled and kick themselves around.)

Everything is destructable, and magma/fire/wind create beautiful colors.

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my art for teenwolfreversebang and a fic for it:

clenching my jagged jaws (over the capture) by Marishna (marishna)

Derek Hale was never supposed to be alpha, but he’s a good one.  He doesn’t need any help and he definitely doesn’t need an emissary.  

Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale’s emissary and come hell or high water he’s going to see the Hale pack through the impending arrival of the alpha pack, even if it means he can never return to Beacon Hills after.

enjoy!

Okay, so this is a few days late, but I wanted to write a drabble for Siny’s birthday. Hope your birthday was amazing and awesome and everything you deserve, sweetie! Happy Belated Birthday! And I hope you like this. Enjoy!

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“Dude, heads up!”

But it was too late, and by the time Derek looked up, blinking at the bright sun, there was no stopping the football from ramming right into Derek’s head.

It sent Derek toppling to the side, black rimmed glasses flying off his face from the force of the impact.

“Oh shit, dude, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Someone was shouting at him, and then Derek felt a gentle touch on his arm.

It had happened so fast that Derek felt disoriented. One minute he had been rereading the textbook for his history class, the next he was being hit in the head by a football and there were stars in his line of vision. And also, he had a massive headache coming on. Great.

“Does it look like I’m okay?” Derek snapped, rubbing at his left temple, hissing at the pain he felt blooming all over the left side of his skull and slowly through to the rest of his head.

“Uh, right, no, you’re uh, obviously not okay, um. Sorry, stupid question. My bad.”

The voice attached to the hand at his arm was fairly deep, and then when Derek looked up and saw the face that went with the voice, he wondered if this was going to turn into a rom-com situation, because Derek felt blown away by the boy’s handsome features.

“Can I get you some ice? Or something? We brought a cooler with us, I can totally go grab some,” The guy said earnestly, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb, and Derek looked over his - naked - shoulder to see a handful of guys near the other end of the quad, all shirtless, hats on, looking toward Derek and the guy who was with Derek, who must have been the one who would have caught the ball had it not landed on Derek’s head instead, and who Derek saw was also shirtless and oh hey there, dark happy trail that led down beneath the shorts the guy was wearing as well as the peak of black underwear under the shorts and oh holy god.

“Um, uh, yeah, that would be, uh, that would help,” Derek stuttered, looking up into the guy’s eyes and fuck, the guy had probably the most gorgeous brown eyes he’d ever seen in his life. They even seemed to glint a tint of gold in the blinding sunlight.

Then the guy had to go and fucking smile, and Derek was struck by its beauty.

“‘Kay, hold on, I’ll go get it, I’ll be right back, don’t move!” The guy said as he stood up, putting his not overtly muscled, but very well defined anyway, chest on display. “You could have a concussion!” The guy finished and then he was turning around and jogging back toward the other shirtless guys, and Derek was left gaping after him.

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