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when you’ve played a certain video game over than ten times already but you go on tumblr and see some cool gifs and pictures and you’re like “o, fuck it man, I’m gonna replay”

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Finally got to continuing this series and altered some of the older ones. Going to culminate in a large image with all the characters featured in the posters. Hope you all enjoy! :D

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PERSONAL ANIME MILESTONE

Reached a milestone
Finally filled up my first anime shelf
I’ll need to build a new one before I get any more.

What I’ve got:

The girl who leapt though time
Summer wars
Wolf children
The boy and the beast
Nausicaä of the valley of the wind
The cat returns
Porco Rosso
Kiki’s delivery service
Laputa castle in the sky
Princess Mononoke
My neighbour Totoro
Spirited away
Ponyo
Arrietty
From up on poppy hill
The tale of princess Kagua
When Marnie was there
The castle of Cagliostro
Evangelion 1.11 you are (not) alone
Evangelion 2.22 you can (not) advance
Evangelion 3.33 you can (not) redo
Ghost in the shell (1995)
Ghost in the 2 innocence
Ghost in the shell solid state society
FLCL
Panty and stocking with garter belt
Kill la kill
Gurren Lagann
Gurren Lagann childhoods end
Gurren Lagann the lights in the sky are stars
Madoka magica
Madoka magica the movie rebellion
Perfect blue
Paprika
Lupin the third the woman called Fujiko Mine
Fate zero
Space Dandy
Cowboy bebop
Cowboy bebop the movie
High school of the dead
Afro Samurai
First squad
Eden of the east
Black lagoon Roberta’s blood trail
Akira
Nadia the secret of blue water
Blue exorcist
Attack on Titan
Berserk (1998)
Full metal alchemist brotherhood
Metropolis
Elfen Lied

If you have any recommendations for what I should have on the new shelf feel free to mention some titles.

I need blogs to follow

podcasts and web comic are my scene:

•Welcome to night vale
•Alice isn’t dead
•Within the wires
•EOS 10
•the bright sessions
•Wolf 359
•The penumbra podcast
•The strange case of starship iris
•TBTP, Tanis, and Rabbits
•Check, please
•Rock and riot
•Sharp Zero
•Cupido

If ur blog is about 1 or more of these like/reblog and I’ll check it out (p.s. this is what mine is so chuck us a follow if u want)

Kombat kids reactions to babalities.

Johnny Cage


Cassie: Oh my god! Is that how I got those baby sunglasses?!


Jacqui: *laughs* aww that is adorable!


Takeda: *snickers* I’m surprised he doesn’t have a sticker with his name on his chest.


Jin: Of course he’d be still signing autographs.


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anonymous asked:

do you know any welsh myths? i feel like it would be fitting to have one of those!

I haven’t done anything Welsh yet, which I feel is basically just taunting my ancestors at this point, so I will grant your request. However, I’ve done it in a really arse about face kind of way, and instead of choosing one of Wales’ myriad beautiful and bizarre myths, I’ve given you a culturally appropriated folklore turned piece of false history. I hope this satisfies your Welsh craving. 

There are lots of Welsh names as well as historical information and comparative lore under the Read More, if that helps at all. If you don’t want to read the poorly retold tale of a trusty hound, a legally useless baby and an improbable wolf, then press J on your keyboard to skip it as this is a long post!

Dogs are Shit at Babysitting

A long long time ago, in a time when Wales is an actual place which isn’t just ruled by the apathetic heir to the English throne, there dwells a guy named Llywelyn. Actually, there are about 6,000 guys named Llywelyn because it is a confusingly popular name, but this Llywelyn is the main Llywelyn, because his name is Llywelyn Fawr, which means Llywelyn the Great, and there is no Llywelyn the Best, or even a Llywelyn the Slightly Better. He is also basically the ruler of all of Wales, which sounds really impressive until you remember that Wales is about the size of a thimble and is mostly just fields. Anyway, at the time of this story, Llywelyn has recently become the father to an absolutely incredible baby boy, whose mother was really inconsiderate and died in childbirth. Now, this kid must be literally the best baby ever, because even though he’s illegitimate and therefore can’t be Llywelyn’s heir, making him about as useful as a Human Rights charter at a UKIP convention, Llywelyn doesn’t just fuck off. Instead, he decides to be a thoroughly modern man and take care of the baby himself. He really goes all out with it, too. Like, he moves himself into this shitty castle in the arse end of nowhere, presumably telling his wife that he’s, you know, communing with nature or working on his aura or something, and he becomes the great dad that he has no interest in being to any of his other litters of illegitimate offspring.

He’s not alone, however, because living in a huge castle with just an infant would get kind of boring, once the novelty of cleaning up sick and washing nappies wore off. No, Llywelyn takes his best bro with him: the one friend who’s stuck with him through thick and thin; the pal who’d never judge him for leaving his wife and heir to shack up with a technically useless illegitimate baby. The name of this astonishingly faithful friend is Gelert, and also he has four legs. Not because he’s some sort of mystical sprite, but because he is a dog, and dogs quite often have four legs. As far as dogs go, Gelert is definitely in the uppermost percentile. He’s probably in the top ten. He’s just an all-round A+ canine companion. He was given to Llywelyn as a wedding gift by his father-in-law, King John ‘if I kick my illegitimate daughter Joan out to marry Llywelyn and live in Wales, is that a good enough excuse to ransack the place and raze it to the goddamn ground, leaving it as nothing but a heap of charred remains next to the glorious rolling hills’ of England, which means that of all the things that Llywelyn’s father-in-law gave him on his special day, Llywelyn valued the dog over his wife. Which is fine actually, because they got married when Llywelyn was 31 and Joan was 12, so they probably didn’t have that much in common anyway.

Anyway, Llywelyn and Gelert are totally inseparable. There’s probably entire montages of the two of them just being adorable best friends, with them running down hills in slow motion and sniffing flowers, and Llywelyn sitting in front of a roaring fire and nursing his baby with a plastic teat while Gelert rests faithfully at his slipper-clad feet, and Gelert baring his teeth and snarling as he loyally rips the throat out of the bunny that Llywelyn is hunting, and it’s all lovely and very Lassie-esque. The two of them live with Llywelyn’s pointless illegitimate offspring in their empty castle surrounded by woodland and emptiness, and it’s all just excellent.

One day, Llywelyn is invited to go out on a lads’ hunting trip (basically the equivalent of a boys only trip to Magaluf in those days) with some visiting noblemen and, being a single dad, he naturally leaps at the chance to wear a fancy coat and maybe show off his abs a bit and just fucking kill some shit for fun. However, there’s one slight flaw in the plan, and that’s the fact that living in a castle on a hill in the middle of nowhere does rather limit his babysitting options. There’s no convenient teenage girl called Carly who just wants to make enough money to go to Coachella this year and also prove to her mother that she’s responsible. Not even one. So, Llywelyn improvises, and he decides that the best thing to do would be to just get his best friend to cover for him. But it’s fine, because he doesn’t do anything bizarre like ask Gelert to babysit or anything. That would be weird. He’s just like “look, I’m going on a hunt with the lads, and of course you’re invited because you’re an absolutely stellar hunting hound, but I need you to just check that the castle is safe from, like, random wolves. I have a very real fear of wolves in my castle. I would not like that at all. This castle has historically been a wolf-free zone, and I really plan on keeping it that way. I don’t want to tarnish my perfect track record of zero wolf-related incidents within these walls. Can you do that for me?” and Gelert probably does that thing that dogs do when they silently commune with your soul to convey a wordless message of complete obedience, and Llywelyn beams and says “great, I’ll just go and set some stuff up with the lads and I’ll call you once you’ve had a chance to completely safeguard the life of my defenceless newborn son against improbable wolves,” and Gelert barks and wags his tail and Llywelyn goes off to sharpen his sword in preparation for manly violent japes, then joins his group of hunt-ready friends in the woods.

After a little while, Llywelyn decides that it’s probably been long enough for Gelert to perform all his rigorous security checks, and besides, the lads are getting restless with slaughter cravings, so Llywelyn blows on his super rad hunting horn and waits for a few minutes for Gelert to appear, but much to Llywelyn’s chagrin, Gelert remains about as absent as Llywelyn’s paternal skills. All of Llywelyn’s manly hunting companions sigh, and they’re like “look, Llywelyn, he’s not coming, can we just go already? We came here to metaphorically shoot the shit and literally kill tiny animals, and we’ve all shot about as much shit as we can handle.” Llywelyn just sort of looks worriedly over his shoulder at the castle in the distance, and he says “can we just wait a few minutes, guys? Maybe his alarm didn’t go off or something, he’s probably just getting ready. Let me blow my phallic horn again,” and so he blows his hunting horn again and waits for his trusty hound, all expectant and wide-eyed, but Gelert still doesn’t appear. At this point, his slaughter-hungry menfolk are just groaning and tutting and making their horses trot around in bored circles and talking about how they could totally be piercing the flesh of some innocent animals right now, and eventually Llywelyn just gives up and says “OK, fine, we’ll have to go without him, but we’re not going to have a good time, and we’re all going to feel really guilty about it, so I hope you’re happy,” and his fellow hunters just nod briskly and they’re all “we’re 100% happier at the promise of dead rabbits, now let’s go and establish man as one of the dominant ruinous forces of nature!” and off they go to, like, slaughter badgers and shit. I don’t know what animals are native to Welsh woodland. Maybe a red squirrel or two. Possibly a heron.

When they’ve finished their testosterone-fueled bout of merciless animal slaughter, Llywelyn and the lads trail back to the castle to drink alcohol and talk about how rad the whole thing was. However, when they get to the castle, the first thing Llywelyn notices is that all the furniture has been thrown everywhere, and there’s blood all over the walls. It basically looks like there’s been a horrific incident at IKEA, with entrails splattered all up the ceiling and bits of things that should definitely be on the inside, but are now very much on the outside of who or whatever they once belonged to. Immediately, Llywelyn draws his sword and he’s like “something has gone very amiss here, I suspect wolves,” and one of his companions whispers “it would be a very good idea to try and find your son, because I have a sneaking suspicion that he probably couldn’t take a wolf in a fight, mano a mano” and Llywelyn nods sagely and is about to give some orders when another one of his companions pipes up “no, it’s cool, I’ve found your son, he’s not here” and Llywelyn is like “how have you found him if he’s not here?” and the man points at the corner of the room, where Llywelyn’s son’s crib is overturned in a pool of blood, and next to it lies the sleeping Gelert, whose jaws are covered in blood and guts, and Llywelyn’s heart just sinks.

He turns to his hunting lads and says “lads, you don’t want to see this,” and they’re like “ooh, are you going to mercilessly slaughter your dog, because we absolutely live for that shit and we totally want to see that,” and Llywelyn just fixes them with a stern glare and they all scarper, and he closes the door behind them and turns back to Gelert, who’s woken up at this point and is sitting up, wagging his tail. Llywelyn just lets rip at him, all “I trusted you! I appointed you royal babysitter, and this is how you repay me? By murdering my baby? This is not what I didn’t pay you for! All those times we frolicked in the woods around the bodies of our fresh kills – did all that mean nothing to you? I can’t believe this, you’re the worst friend ever, and one of my bros once boned my wife in our marital bed, so that’s really saying something,” and Gelert just sits there, because he is a dog and doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on. Then, Llywelyn fixes his old friend with a remorseful look and says “it’s really partly my own fault, I should have got a registered babysitter and also probably a human one, but you did eat my son, so I feel like you should also take some of the responsibility here,” and Gelert wags his tail a bit and Llywelyn is like “I thought I’d finished my ceaseless rampage of animal murder for the day, but clearly I was wrong,” and he just plunges his sword right into Gelert’s body, and Gelert makes a noise that can only be described as a death yelp, and dies.

Almost immediately this really high pitched wailing starts up, and Llywelyn looks around in fright, then makes the somewhat belated decision to pick up the upturned crib, and there, absolutely pristine despite the pool of blood around the crib, is his baby son, still alive and pink and healthy and other things that babies generally should be when they haven’t been eaten by dogs. Then Llywelyn notices that there’s also a massive dead wolf in the corner of the room, and it’s almost certainly been there the entire time because dead wolves tend to have difficulty with locomotion, and he realises that he clearly has the observational skills of a mushroom because the blood is clearly the wolf’s and not his son’s, and he drops his sword and it clatters to the floor, mixing Gelert’s blood with what he now knows to be the blood of the improbable wolf, and he falls to the floor in a heap of anguish and probably embarrassment and starts crying in a really manly fashion, because he’s just killed his absolute best bro for nothing.

When he’s finished weeping for the time being, he picks up the body of Gelert and starts whispering to it, like “I misjudged you so hard, you were the best babysitter ever, I’ve never had a babysitter rip a wolf’s throat apart with their teeth to protect my baby son before, I would have given you some Pedigree Chum instead of a cruel and untimely death if I’d realised,” and then has a brilliant idea as to how he can pay tribute to his late canine companion. He carries Gelert outside, burying him at the top of a high mound so that everyone who comes by – statistically, likely no-one ever – will know about the bravery of Gelert and the perils of freelance babysitting without a written contract.

My other retellings can be found here; my dedicated mythology blog is here; and my Mythology Mondays Facebook page is here. The latter two links also allow you to follow my progress in writing a whole actual book. Thrilling.

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Anime Matsuri Day 1

So back from day 1 of Anime Matsuri at the ripe time of 4:15 am. First day was a bit slow to start and I just kind of puttered around the dealer room and picked up a Darjeeling and Hanekawa Black figure, along with a sweet Rei shirt (and immediately got a picture with an asuka cosplayer). Afterwards there was a Space Patrol Luluco panel done by Studio Trigger which was quite awesome. One of the things that was really interesting was that they said they are passionate about going to western conventions and interacting globally because ~95% of the funding for the first LWA came from the western audience. So they are super grateful for what that has let them do. They had the character designer there for Luluco and she talked a lot about that process too which was really neat.

After that it was lunch and then the maid cafe. I honestly didn’t know what to expect from it, but it was really good. They had gotten a cafe from Akihabara to come over and basically run the thing. Apparently the @home-cafe operates 5 cafes in Akihabara and employs 200 maids or so. It’s like the maid legion, there to take your order. But they were adorable, took a picture with us, called us gochujin-sama, and then did a mini idol sort of event at the end. 10/10 would die of overwhelming cuteness again.

They closed the dealer room at 7pm for some reason which seems just way too early. So I didn’t actually get to spend my entire budget in one day. Which is probably good, but that’s how it has gone in the past. Seems like they’d want to have that open for a few more hours, but whatever. There are two more days to get some sweet merch (of which there was a loooooot). Went back to my the place that my friends were staying at after that closed and watched the GuP movie and then waited around for the nerdlesque show, which as you might guess is a burlesque show, but with pop culture stuff. It was an experience for sure. As far as being erotic it was alright I guess. I mean the dancers ended up wearing basically nothing and shaking everything, but idk. The host was really funny though which definitely helped. I think had it not been like 3 in the morning and an hour later than when it was supposed to start I might have been more enthused. But, then the last two acts were fucking perfect. For the 5th one they had a guy come out and we were like eeeeehhhhhhh, that’s not what I’m really here for. But then it was stupid sexy voldemort and was actually just the funniest things I’ve seen in a long time. I did not think I would be laughing so hard at voldemort in a sparkly thong, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. The last act was fantastic. They brought out a giant dorrito banner thing and we were all like oh man it’s going to be a d.va one. Which of course it was. But what made it hilarious was that after dancing for a bit she got a bag of dorritos and instead of sensually eating a chip she just smashed them into her face a la gremlin d.va style. This was of course followed up by her pouring mountain dew on herself all the whole time choreographed to bubble pop. 10/10 would let ridiculously attractive d.va cosplayer pour mountain dew on me. What made her act so good was that she really got into the spirit of gremlin d.va and played that up all while somehow also stripping. It was fun lol.

So highlights of the day:

  • got some sweet merch
  • Had a maid from japan call me gochujin-sama
  • Said maid say my shirt and went “ohh ayaname-san!” That was cool
  • Somehow managed to find a Rei cosplayer to take a picture with while wearing a Rei shirt. She looked pretty done with pictures but when she saw the shirt she perked up and had a good laugh.
  • Got to watch d.va embrace her true gremlin nature

I’d post pictures of the merch but i’m about to fall asleep, so I’ll do that tomorrow. First day of the con was a blast, but i’m already exhausted lol. Hopefully I’ll last the whole weekend.