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“Hey, whatchu drawing?” Cups. I’m drawing cups. 

You guys have no idea how much Cuphead arts I’ve been drawing. I love me them cupboys *inhales* Also that last shitpost is because of my sudden realization of how ridiculously big I draw their heckin’ hands. 


they like outta print games and RETRO SKATES :000 michael teaches jerm to skate, but jeremy finds it hard because of his l a  n k y limbs, but they keep practising and they get REALLY GOOD and form an iconic rollerskating duo. that’s my au

video game moments that changed me as a person
  • lara croft finally posing with her signature twin pistols at the end of tomb raider
  • arriving in columbia for the first time
  • ubisoft presents…. ASSASSIN’S CREED over a beautiful landscape
  • shepard’s last flashbacks during mass effect 3’s end
  • also all of the “its been an honour serving with you, commander” after spending years with these characters
  • joel calling ellie ‘baby girl' 
  • the VGA’S 2012 video game theme song medley
  • finding out what would you kindly really means
  • the first time fighting a dragon in skyrim with ’DOVAHKIIN, DOVAHKIIN!’ playin in the background
  • when you finally realise who the killer is in heavy rain
  • meeting and recognising your fave batman character the arkham games
  • recognising a historical figure in ac games
  • driving a fucking tiger round steelport in saints row
  • the last piano notes at the end of bioshock infinite
  • finding out haytham kenway is a templar
  • [ellie voice] Okay.
  • when ya sim wets themselves and their pee is blue like whats up with that?? ea whats up with that answer me

we’re so sorry skeletons
you’re so misunderstood

drinking games and bets for the spookiest season with only the spookiest skeletons.

are u ready for a hungover time

i would like to dedicate these shenanigans to @jolie-in-the-underground and @tyranttortoise for continuing to fuel and inspire my desire to see these nerds in drunken scenarios. no regret, guys. no regret.


My first attempt at Clexa crack

Edit: since this post has gotten way more attention than I was anticipating I feel the need to say this: the ‘High five Indra’ is completely stolen!! But it’s so good, I think it should be a thing.

This is not mine. From 8ch/v/:

“Gentlemen, I have done it. I have found a way to go slower than was ever thought possible.

You may remember from a few threads ago I made a vintage cars that used all the object data on the largest map possible - “The Wheel Of Life And Death”. The slowest ride with the longest possible track. at the time time i though this was the slowest you could go but I found a way to go slower.

When a roller coaster travels along a track of constant height its speed exponentially decays towards zero but never stops

With this in mind I build a spiral track on the biggest map. The train comes out of the station and hits breaks with slow it down to 4mph. then it travels along the track, always losing speed but never stopping, until it gets to the center. where it rolls back and does the spiral again until it gets back to the station. Calculations show that it would take 210 days to finish. not in game days. real life days.

Kairos - the slow

Just for comparison. Mr. Bones takes about - 70 minutes to complete. Wheel of life - 60 hours (3600 minutes) and Kairos - 210 days (303383 minutes).”

Losers Club / IT Asks
  • Bill Denbrough: do you consider yourself more of a leader or a follower?
  • Eddie Kaspbrak: What is the worst sickness/injury you have ever had?
  • Ben Hanscom: What is your favorite book?
  • Richie Tozier: Have you ever taken a joke too far?
  • Stan Uris: Are you a religious person?
  • Beverly Marsh: Do you have a hard time standing up for yourself?
  • Mike Hanlon: Are you planning to stay in your hometown?
  • Pennywise: What is your biggest fear?
  • Red Balloon: What is your favorite color?
  • Georgie Denbrough: Do you like the rain?

Concept: a stealth shooter where the badass operative’s partner is a housecat in a tiny tactical vest.

You can switch between playing as the operative and playing as the cat at any any time.

The cat has no lethal attacks and limited carrying capacity, but can fit into tiny spaces, perform feline parkour, and easily outrun human guards. Each level has puzzles that require the operative and the cat to coordinate their efforts.

It’s not a talking cat or anything; other than its ability to understand and pursue complex mission objectives, there’s nothing exceptional about it.

The game is completely straight-faced about all of this, and no one ever acknowledges the cat as in any way unusual.

God, I really wish I played Fallout New Vegas around the time it was released. I can only imagine the joy of convincing your friends who were also disappointed with Fallout 3 to buy New Vegas just by spoiling the kind of bullshit that happens in the game completely out of context

Me: “So the angry mailman finally arrives at Las Vegas, which is just like the real one. That Woody Robot stalker I told you about tells him to visit Walt Disney and his robot girlfriend, but my mailman is PISSED and goes straight to Chandler Bing’s casino for an express delivery of whoop-ass. I end up having a drink with Chandler and he tells me about how he became the leader of his tribe of dudes in suits and his plan of conquering the shitty desert with Disney’s animatronics.”

Friend: “…huh. Wasn’t Elvis the boss of Las Vegas though?”

Me: “No, Elvis and his cute cyborg dog rule Las Vegas’ ghetto, although the murderous laser merchants and that brothel with the ghoul cowboy prostitute and robot fister are pretty influential too. These factions are very complex”

the bittersweet between my teeth

Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x Jon Snow
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 3,750

Belowdecks, all Jon could hear were the creaks of the boat as they rode the gently rolling waves to White Harbor and his own quick, shaky breaths. He lingered outside the queen’s quarters, shoring up the courage to knock. There were no sounds coming from beyond the door. Perhaps the queen was already asleep. Perhaps, despite the lingering looks, first in her council room then later in the mess hall over dinner, she wasn’t waiting for him at all.

He wet his lips, eyes boring into the finely carved Targaryen sigil in her door. It was foolish to be nervous. He could face down the White Walkers and their dead with all the grit of a true Northern-born son, lead the Night’s Watch and thousands of Wildlings as Lord Commander, and protect the people of Winterfell as King in the North–but all that went to shit when Daenerys so much as looked at him, that violet-hued gaze as sharp as Valyrian steel.

And yet, whatever misgiving he had about being here, he knew she wouldn’t turn him away. It was inevitable he’d end up here. He knew that much.

Gods be good. One more deep, fortifying breath, and he rapped a sharp knock on her door. He didn’t wait long for her to answer. Hazy lighting from candles and a crackling fire illuminated her silhouette from behind as she opened the door, staying her movements at the sight of him. There was surprise in that normally impassive, steely-eyed stare. And–acknowledgement, he thought. A shared understanding.

She knew it was inevitable, too.

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