people at the door

on the bright side, at least games on the switch seem to finally be recognizing the people’s demands

  • Zelda has eschewed all gimmicks in favor of focusing on pure adventure
  • Mario has gone back to full 3D with the only gimmick seemingly being Mario’s hat acting as a double jump and the fact that he visits locations very non-standard for a Mario game. Also, the Koopa Kids aren’t in it and instead we have new villians. 
  • Nintendo seems to be pushing Fast RMX really hard to F-Zero fans.
  • Mario Kart 8 is bringing back double items and fixed the battle mode.
  • Splatoon 2 has no extraneous gimmicks added and is just a continuation and refinement of the first game. 
  • Reggie personally teased both Mother 3 and a Metroid Prime game within a year’s time

Like, the Switch seems to be addressing all of the grievances people had with Nintendo over the entire lifespan of the Wii U. Nintendo took some HARD criticism and I wouldn’t be shocked if a few people got yelled at behind closed doors for not giving the customers what they were asking for. 

Hell, the Switch itself seems like it’s addressing Nintendo’s inherent fetish with “innovation for the sake of it without giving it any practical thought.” Like, the Switch is still underpowered for the sake of a gimmick, but it’s a good gimmick. A home/mobile console hybrid is actually a really sick idea and it gives options to people based on their gaming preferences. If gamers want a straight no-frills gaming console, it can be that. If gamers want a mobile game console, the switch can be that. If gamers want motion controls, the switch can do that but it’s not the primary focus. The switch’s gimmick, above anything else, is being versatile and being able to be a little bit of everything so that it can please everyone.

Hell, the Switch using a normal-ass software architechture that’s easy to port to is another admission of fault by Nintendo. The reason the Wii U got shit third party support was because Nintendo did some weird bullshit with the system architecture that made porting to it impractical. Because fuck you, we’re Nintendo, we do what we want and you’ll love it regardless. Not anymore. Now it’s easy. 

The Switch is easy to develop for, its gimmick is that it’s the most straightforward machine Nintendo has made since the GameCube, Nintendo is actually marketing it, and Nintendo is giving fans the games they actually want instead of doing whatever Nintendo wants. The Switch is like, a formal apology as a video game console and that is fantastic. No frills, no bullshit, it’s just a machine that you can play games on however you want to play them, and the games on the machine are ones you specifically asked for. 

suave terribly lonely sexy gay man who wears nothing but suits and loves his hair more than most people falls for a boy next door type who is oblivious to his feelings ( so he quietly burns ) 

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Don't touch her

I’m taking Caryl prompts at the moment.

“What happened? She okay?” Daryl’s voice hollers through the rundown house. His heavy footsteps set an angry rhythm that matches the pounding of his heart.

He’d heard a scream. Someone calling her name. A loud crash, the sound of a body hitting the ground. He nearly stumbles now as he crashes through the door, too many people gathered at the bottom of the stairs, kneeling, leaning over, tugging this way and that at the body laying limply by their feet. “Get away from'er!”

Rick has finally caught up with him, putting a hand to his shoulder that Daryl shrugs off instantly. “Daryl, they’re trying to help!”

He doesn’t care. They’re only making things worse for all he knows. “Don’t touch her!” he repeats, and slowly they are backing off, revealing Carol on the floor, eyes closed. “The hell happened here?” He falls down on his knees by her side, not even feeling the pain of the impact. Too afraid to touch her, his hands hover over her shoulder, her elbow, her cheeks. She’s breathing, he can tell, and he can’t see any blood. Any bites.

But she is wrapped up in layers and layers of clothes like all of them.

Looking up, he stares at the others, waiting for a response. They all look weary, and Beth has tears in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she finally speaks. “We were checking the closets for blankets and- and there was-” Horror crosses her face and she points upstairs. He turns, his stomach falling when he sees the rotten corpse draped over the last few steps, blood trickling down the thick carpet. “She killed it but… But her knife got stuck and she fell.”

Maggie curls her arms around her sister then, comforting her for something that wasn’t her damn fault.

“Down them stairs?” He feels sick just imagining it, and all the countless what ifs are running through his mind, digging in their sharp claws. “Fuck. Carol?” Leaning down further, he feels the warmth of her breath on his cheek. “Ya hear me? Carol come on,” he urges, ever so softly nudging her shoulder. “Damn it, where’s Hershel?”

She needs help, someone who has at least a little clue what to do, not a bunch of them tugging her around like a fucking rag doll. “Outside,” Glenn answers, looking down at him with an odd expression.

Daryl doesn’t know what the hell has gotten into them all today, why they’re all standing there gaping instead of doing something. “Well, get him!”

It’s T-Dog who hurries away then, quick on his feet.

“Daryl?” The soft whisper of his name tears Daryl’s eyes away from the open front door. Instantly, he looks down, his heart skipping a beat when Carol’s eyes flutter open slowly.

“Hey, hey, easy,” he says quietly, pressing one hand to her shoulder to keep her still and the other coming up to cup her cheek, warm and soft. “Don’t move, all right?”

Her forehead furrows but she stays still, eyes struggling to focus. “Why are you yelling?” she asks, sounding a little disoriented, her voice hazy.

“’s all right, sweetheart,” he reassures her, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. It hurts just to think she might be scared, in pain. Cold. It’s cold now that T left the front door open, a gust of icy wind sending shivers down his spine. “Ya gonna be fine.” He shifts his body to shelter her a little from the cold.

Carol takes a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling evenly before she speaks again. This time, she is looking up at him, her blue eyes curious. “Sweetheart?” Only now does he realize what he said, his cheeks flaming instantly. “Did I hit my head?”

Someone chuckles next to them and he wants to disappear into the ground. “Stop,” he mutters, pulling his hand away from her cheek and looking down at the dusty floor boards instead. “Y'all right?”

“I think so.” He can hear the smile in her voice.

anonymous asked:

Okay, people talking about Toriel's door and the quiche-bench in Waterfall, but what if Sans is more closer than we think? I haven't seen anyone mention his lab-thingy-basement-room yet. That's an option, too.

I think someone did mention it <it was me lololo>

But yes, that is an option.

Charred (Part Nine)

EXO FanFiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing: Reader x Chanyeol
You get sucked into a mysterious world, and begin to discover things you couldn’t have imagined. But why you? And who is the stranger you are becoming drawn to?

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Chanyeol paused in front of a fairly plain looking door on one of the corridor the council building. Despite it’s simple appearance you knew better, and assumed that it was surely another one of the doors provided by the Hidden people; the one that lead to the Firelands.

Chanyeol was fishing in his pockets for the key, momentarily letting your hand go as he patted down his clothes. Deprived of the calming warmth of his touch, you suddenly could feel panic rising in your chest. Your mind whirled with mixed emotions, trying to process what you felt about being taken to the Firelands.

You chewed your lip. Part of you was excited, to be going to meet the people you had never know you were part of, seeing people who could be like family to you. Meeting Chanyeol’s family, seeing his home… But these soft thoughts were suddenly pierced with the knowledge that for years the Fire Sprites had wanted your father dead, had refused to believe that such a love could exist outside of the Fire Sprites. You bristled, thinking how because of their disapproval your parents had had to flee from the Lands and live as humans… how your mother felt she couldn’t go back, how that had killed her.

You suppressed a groan, your mind reeling to another thought. The rebels, the rebels who had killed the other family you had never known; the Keepers. You thought of the burnt bookcase of the library. The Keepers and my mother, both taken from me by fire, you thought bitterly.

But I am one of them, you thought, feeling a lick of heat twitch along your skin as Chanyeol turned back to look at you.

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anonymous asked:

What annoys the Nordics the most?

I’ll answer this with their pet peeves

Denmark: Messy houses and when people don’t use their turn signals

Norway: Socks with sandals and leaving used tissues lying around

Sweden: Leaving lights on when you leave a room and when people talk during movies

Finland: Littering and not holding doors open for people

Iceland: Yappy dogs and when people lecture him on his diet (what do you mean yogurt and Coca Cola isn’t a healthy diet???!!!)

Mod Amanda

I think people put too much faith into the sturdiness of wooden doors.

They’re not as hard to break down as most movies/games seem to imply they are.

ahintofawkward  asked:

Because at the end of the day awards don't matter but how you treat other people does.

Of course they don’t matter when you lose , I say that too.

But they do, especially best picture, it blasts people into the stratosphere, it opens the door to other similar movies being made and getting wide releases.

But since you’re stuck on the be nice kick I know I’m talking to a brick wall and nothing would actually be solved and you won’t see how this is a major milestone for equality and not rewarding things just because they’re white.

There’s my SJ volunteer work for the month.

(And because I’m on mobile I can’t put this in my tags so I’ll say it here - if ONLY your ancestors were nice and didn’t enslave mine! Tsk tsk!)

anonymous asked:

Hey AJ I love your stuff and I'm excited that you and vox seem to work things out in a way that opens up a door for you to work with other people, if not to actually collab with those people often, then just to get different perspectives and have other angles to evaluate other than your own. I think that's great AJ and I think it's just want your channel needs. It's already really really good, but this can take it just that step further. Covering more bases. And we all love covered bases ;) <3 u

Thanks. I’m excited, too.

anonymous asked:

I'm so frustrated I need to get off but my family's annoying and keep coming into my damn room I want to cry

You could get off in the shower? or like not even, turn the water on and pretend to shower while you get off, or you could pretend to take a shower and when you go into your room, lock the door, and when people try to come in you just be like “I’m getting dressed!” when in actuality that’s not what you doing. Idk these are just suggestions lol -Admin Gilfairy

anonymous asked:

according to Aphobe Logic though, a statement of your orientation IS tmi, that's why people start with the invasive gross questions, because you opened that door! this does not apply to any other orientations people do this to, though, in those situations its Straights (and other bigots) sexualizing nonstraight orientations, so theyre in the wrong. but with ace, theyre RIGHT about it being an inherently sexual thing! because... arbitrariness, i guess? Aphobe Logic is a trip.

lol they claim it’s because being ace is inherently about sex, telling us that sexual attraction = sex = graphic detail about one’s sex life.

Which is such vile bullshit omg. Not to mention not all aces use the split attraction model, and that aro aces exist and according to their logic can’t even get away with just saying “aro” when asked our orientation even if we wanted (because it’s “only a modifier”)

They are so full of crap I can’t

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.