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I don't understand pro-wrestling but I do understand Robot Wars

You guys ever think about how sad it is that nobody will ever stumble across the ruins of things you’ve made in singleplayer?

Wait. No, I’ve been there. I’ve seen old saved worlds. Sometimes you forget what it was for or when it was built in the first place. Sometimes you forget there’s something there at all, waiting to be uncovered.

I guess the person to find it is the future you. They’re a different person by then.

*sigh* Oh portal AU my beloved...

hermittober day 1: moon  i’ve been posting the hermittober drawings over on my twitter but ive decided i should start sharing them here aswell :-)  prompt list by ink-ghoul !!

violet asks klaus to repeat famous quotes, not because she doesn't remember them, but because she knows it helps and calms him down

Carmen and Player's relationship was such a great representation of online as well as just good platonic friendships in general !! It makes me so happy !!

See, I think what made them stand out to me are these incredibly realistic, relatively smol but amazing! details that I don't see that much in media:

- they're ! online ! friends ! And I love that they think of themselves as best friends; that it doesn't get invalidated just because they don't see each other in person often. Yes, it's not the same as getting to see them in person, but online friendships are still REAL friendships.

- the age gap; it's not that big of an age gap, but it's pretty obvious that Carmen is supposed to be somewhere in her early 20s while Player is a teenager. Okay, first of all, disclaimer: I'm not saying kids should be friends with random adults on the internet. But, most of the time, especially in kids' shows, the "best friends" characters are depicted as being the same age. Usually this is because the setting might be a school, or because they're catering to a certain age demographic and they want all their characters to be at that age to make them seem more appealing. Still, in real life, you can be best friends with someone outside your age group, and I don't often see that represented very often in modern media marketed towards kids.

- they don't have much in common when they first meet (at least, as far as they know of). This is something that isn't as rare in fiction for me as a viewer/reader, but I still love seeing it when characters come from completely different backgrounds and personalities and likes/dislikes and they just... work well together. It's so beautiful.

As someone who grew up homeschooled and constantly made friends with people who were older or younger than me, people who went to different schools, people who lived in a completely different world from me, and yes, people I met or became closer with online, I really connected with Carmen and Player's friendship! and I'm so grateful for it. When Carmen told him "you mean the world to me" I just broke aisndodjjrnjfnf--

i like these ikea markers

THE SCARLAND CASTLE

grian as the strange man who appears suddenly on gem’s dock with no explanation. no one knows who he is.

no one saw him arrive and he has no car.

he’s never bought anything from the store, and a few locals said they saw him simply cooking and eating the fish he catches on the spot.

the only belongings he seems to own are his fishing gear.

when asked where he lives, he points to the cliff. there is a tiny blue house there, balancing precariously on wooden stilts. the house has never been there and no one’s seen it before, but the local gas attendant pulled up a 40 year old photo of her grandma on the beach, and sure enough, the tiny house is there, a wee speck of color hanging like a barnacle on the cold, wet bluff.

the age of his mysterious little home aside, no one’s sure when he visits it. he’s at his little dock before the earliest ships cast out, and the sickly glow of his lantern can be seen long into the coldest of nights.

the man has pulled the strangest things from the ocean. fish, to be sure, but other, stranger things. lily pads, far from their native biomes. fishing poles, tattered and worn, of various makes and styles- some look positively ancient. boots. giant shells with twisted patterns to match no living thing. a genuine horse saddle once. bowls. a bone that looked just a bit like a human femur.

and books. perfect, unblemished books, nearly glowing with some kind of energy and filled with a script both unfamiliar and unsettling to see.

he opens them each with a breathless anticipation that tastes like brine or maybe tears.

but whatever he sees in them is not what he wants, and each book is tossed aside with resigned disgust and something like despair, before the weathered pole is taken up to cast a line to sea once more.