about portal

anonymous asked:

Are you saying Mage players are smart while vampire players are dumb? That makes a lot of sense actually Mage is the superior patrician choice while vampire is the basic bitch pleb choice. Mage: Citizen Kane, War and Peace. Vampire: Superhero movies, young adult fiction.

Not really, Nonny.

It’s just different games, with different hopes, themes, and sets of mind.

The fact that so many people associate Vampire with superhero movies is what KILLS ME MOST. Like, fucking assholes, that’s not the interest of the game, of the themes, of the politics, of the struggle, of anything political! It’s like pushing 60s spiderman into House of Cards, FFS, don’t do it.

Mage is great. Mage is awesome, Mage is about thinking with portals (philosophically speaking), and vampire is about thinking about society, predators and prey, and sociology. They can be both played by very smart people and have high end discussions about what is truth, what is right, what is ethic, what is reality.

And they can both be played by dumb heroes who wanna “change the world”, slash through everything, think of super cool powers and so on.

He’d evolved complex coping strategies for being told he was rubbish- he’d had plenty of time to work on those- but nobody had ever told him what he was supposed to do if people suddenly turned round and started using words like amazing and astonishing at him. He was completely overwhelmed, and fairly terrified.

Still re-reading Blue Sky. One of my favorite scenes is in Ch 9 between Garret and Wheatley, and I felt it deserved this meme (never thought I would have to make a meme from scratch, but sometimes you gotta make the content you wanna see in the world, ha)

evatherockstar  asked:

Wheatley, you should just tell Chell how you feel, maybe she was doing the same thing you were, it could work

((The ask you have all been requesting so much! This one took so long to do!))

Things I love about the LOK comic preview:

  • Korra and Asami flying, swimming, picnicking together
  • The climbing race (”Looking a little slow Avatar!” “I’m going easy on you.” lol)
  • Korra apologizing about their vacation being ruined when the one spirit yells at her about the portals and knocks them off
  • Optimistic Asami being so quick to reassure Korra, reminding her that they’ve been through a lot worse


In Portal, quite understandably, the first thing curious players do is use quantum physics to check out their own ass. The second thing they do is try to put one portal on top of the other. If you know anything about portals, you obviously know this would create the kind of paradox that rips apart the universe, so players are not allowed to do it.

But ripping apart the universe is the endgame of most Internet users, so a Youtuber named CrowbCat used a custom map to squish himself between two portals. It didn’t quite rip apart reality, but it came close:

Strangely, only the top of your head remains immune to the effects of cosmic deconstruction.

6 Absurd Questions Gamers Went To Great Lengths To Answer

Really quick Danny Phantom theory I just thought of

So a lot of people think, “how does no one know Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton are the same person?? They look and act exactly the same!!” It was really obvious to me as a child, but as I grew up, I realized that a person with the ability to turn into a ghost was a really unique concept. I mean, how exactly would people think of it if they hadn’t known about the portal story? So, that made me realize something.

What if Jack and Maddie Fenton were aware that Danny Phantom looked just like their son? They were aware, but they had no way of knowing that anyone could actually transform into ghosts at will, so it had never occurred to them that the ghost was actually their super-powered son.

What if they thought that this ghost was taunting them, taking this form to imply that their son was going to die?

I can see why they’d hate that ghost in particular.

Ford grew a lot of beards while travelling the Multiverse.

It was not often he found himself in dimensions where he felt safe enough to tame it, to take the time to burn it off, so he let it grow.

In the early years it bothered him, but with so many more pressing concerns, it didn’t hit high on his “to-do” list.

Over time, it grew almost comforting. For practical reasons, it kept his face warm. It sometimes aided to disguise him from his wanted posters. He found that certain species were completely thrown off by the presence of hair. 

It never had much chance to grow very long–and Ford assumed he couldn’t biologically grow it out much further anyway.

On his rare, quiet days, when the bounty hunters are far behind him, when he’s in a dimension he feels more comfortable in, when he takes a moment to think about more than survival, he allows himself to feel nostalgic. He runs his six fingers through his beard, he looks at his reflection, and he doesn’t recognize himself. He doesn’t see his brother anymore, either.

On those rare days, he steals a glance at the picture he always carries and then puts it away. He feels loss, but he can’t pin down the emotion for what it is. This is the moment he burns away his beard, to leave a scorch mark upon his face and allow recognition to filter back through him, and he feels that loss again, strongly, and for a moment all he can do is stare.

He shakes himself out of this fruitless inactivity, too much to do in his small reprieve to waste it on thoughts of the past.


By the time he lands on the parallel Earth with parallel Fiddleford and work on finishing the gun, he’s able to shave, so the beard is gone again. But over the days they worked on it, he only shaved once more, too caught up in the work and friendship he remembered to worry about it. 

By the time he goes to the nightmare dimension, ready to end it, he’s grown a bit of scruff again, and that is how we see him as he exits the portal. 

When he is back in his home dimension, he stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. It’s one of the smoothest reflections he’s had in years. He’s been granted another temporary reprieve from Bill and the monsters.

He runs a hand across his face, feeling the faint tugging of the beginnings of a beard as he does. He saw Stanley a few minutes ago. He recognized the face but it was different…but so was his own. For a moment he felt his hand stray to his inside pocket and rest atop it where a picture still lay, folded and battered as it is. He felt something twisting inside of him, that familiar feeling he’d never been able to name and honestly never tried to name.

Snatching his lighter, he burned away the survival technique he’d held onto in the portal. The beard that disguised his features, that kept his face warm, that morphed him into another being. A being he hardly recognized.

 He burned away the last thirty years from his face. And again that feeling inside burned stronger as Ford turned away from his reflection, unable to look at himself any longer.