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tutuandscoot · 1 year

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Angels in their own little world ✨

#fd: the seasons #Olympics 2014 #still/movement

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btsiu · 2 months

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10 years ago Yuzuru Hanyu was getting his first Olympic gold 🥇🥹

#羽生結弦 #yuzuru hanyu #hanyu yuzuru #mygifs #sochi 2014 #sochi olympics #figure skating

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raininyourblackeyes · 2 months

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It's been 10 years somehow... Make sure to rewatch Parisienne Walkways and Romeo and Juliet from Sochi today, everyone!

#14th february is a holiday but not because of valentines but because of this olympic gold right here #figure skating #yuzuru hanyu #sochi 2014

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sonysakura · 1 year

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ALRIGHT! What time is it? Debunking time! XDD

This image up here is the original edit made by @/rayactive factory on Twitter 2 years ago. Not a screenshot of a mod or a glitch but an edit.

And this is a cropped image of their edit, reposted by someone else without context less than 2 weeks ago, making people assume this image is really from the game:

The original creator even tried to explain here, and confirmed once again it's an edit:

Unfortunately, the misinformation has spread too far, and I see it being called "a glitch" almost daily on my dash. On the one hand, it is fantastic that this gave rise to such a wave of awesome arts, but on the other hand, the misinfo is pretty unfair to the game (and imho dismissing ray's work as well but that's my personal pet peeve). Like, you don't even have to credit the creator but at least don't mislabel their edit =<

Please share this post so it reaches everyone who has seen this edit and was curious to know where it's from, confused about it or even believed it to be a simple glitch 🙏

Sources: 1, 2, 3 (they are attached to the screenshots but as I've just found out unviewable on mobile)

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virtchandmoir · 2 months

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tessavirtue17: @anastasure told me today that it is the 10 year anniversary of the Sochi Olympic Games. INSANE 🤯 I was looking through some old notebooks to remember what kind of mindset I was in back in 2013/2014 … I’ll be honest, it’s quite sad. I was in a lot of pain, full of self-doubt, and very isolated. That said, this little note did make me smile.

Good people keep promises.

#tessa #off ice #olympics #sochi 2014 #here for the angst not the fluff tessa

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tutterypuff · 5 months

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Do you play MMOs? Do you want FREE ART? do you want FREE ART of your WOW, SWTOR, or LOTRO character? You're in luck! Because I, puffball, am laundering clout here on Tumblr once again. I tried to be on twitter and couldn't stand getting my eyebrows blasted off by foul takes every five minutes (and now it's some other website? weird.), and though mastodon is my home, my art doesn't get much interaction (because I post it on my extremely insular self-hosted instance that sees no traffic and doesn't allow new users). so I'm here on Tumblr back on my old tricks, opening requests like it's 2011 Deviantart and I'm going on the free art forums in exchange for followers.

send an ask or reply here and god willing I will draw your little guy

#world of warcraft #swtor #lord of the rings online #requests open #world of warcraft oc #free art #I'm just bored drawing my own four ocs #none of them are like “this is a pretty character design” type of OCs and I'm too lazy to make one that's just pretty #or just weird looking #I need zest #someone give me zest to draw #and like #art buddies #it was so fun here in 2014 on like #swtor and wow tumblr when we would all draw each other's characters and have little comics of them interacting #and we would all get super hype about OC shipping like it was the olympics

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beggingwolf · 6 months

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2 - sidgeno

things you said through your teeth

"I can't allow this," said Jameson.

"Yes you can," said Babcock.

"He's one good hit away from heat. I just ran his levels. They're astronomical. It's incredible he's even lucid. He isn't fit to play."

"Yes I am," Sid lied.

He could smell Babcock from where he sat on the medical table. He didn't particularly care for what he wanted to do with an alpha so close. He didn't think Babcock was attractive at all. Yet, he wanted to part his legs and slouch back onto his palms, like Babcock could see the fleshy thickness of his thighs through his warmup sweats.

"You're not," Jameson said.

Sid's eyes flicked to the doorway, where Steve Yzerman had been standing for the last four minutes, summoned into the middle of the debate. He hadn't said a single word yet, and had just listened as Babcock and Team Canada's doctor went at each other.

"Sid wants to play," Steve finally said, "so Sid's playing. That's the end of it, Carl."

Jameson looked like he'd bit his tongue clean off. He stared at Steve, and then at Sid, clearly at a loss.

"If you get claimed out there, there isn't shit I can do," he finally said. "There isn't shit the nation of Canada can do. We're in Russia right now. We're playing by their rules. If a single one of them decides to put you down on the ice and—"

"We get the picture," Steve said dryly.

Jamesone threw up his hands and blew out of the room. Steve didn't move for him, forcing the doctor to shuffle past. He raised his eyebrows at Babcock, who shook his head wryly.

"Always the hero, Stevie," he muttered. He didn't look at Sid again before he left, which Sid knew was good and also felt instinctively displeased by. Sid was, after all, by far the most interesting thing in the room.

When it was just Sid and Steve, the older omega looked over the younger with a brutal, unimpressed scan.

"You said you were good to go."

"I am," Sid said.

"Then prove it. Get back in the locker room. They dosed you up?"

"Scent suppressors. The, ah, suppository one."

"It's not doing much," Steve told him. "You've got to put the scent collar on too. Don't fucking argue, Sidney, you're already pushing it."

Sid shut his mouth, peeved.

"We're winning that fucking medal. But you need to make sure you're a help on the ice, not a hindrance."

"I won't be."

"You need to make sure," Steve insisted, and he pinned Sid with a stare that was heavier than any look Steve had ever given him. Steve was an intense guy, but he was funny. He liked cracking a joke, and he liked being two steps ahead of you in a conversation, and he was very good at making things uncomfortable, fast, when it served his purposes. Sid had never had it directed at him.

Steve had been an omega in the league long before Sid. It had been worse then, even if it wasn't quite good now. The weight of those years was in his gaze now.

"I'll make sure," Sid said. "I'm not going to be a liability."

"Good," Steve said, abruptly breezy. "Because if you become one, I'm letting whichever Russian picks you off the ice take you. Like a can of beans off the shelf at Loblaw's."

Sid frowned at him. Steve looked back with an expression that held no mockery or frustration or anger. This was just the black-and-white of it all: Sid would either play or he wouldn't. That didn't matter as much to Steve as winning for Canada did.

"Harsh," he finally settled on, trying to make it sound like a joke even though it wasn't. Steve saw through him immediately.

"That was much kinder than I got when I was your age," Steve told him, finally moving out of the door in a clear invitation. Sid slid off the medical table and left a wet patch behind. "I don't say that to be an ass. It just was what it was, and is what it is. I want you play if you can play."

"I want that gold," Sid told him as they headed down the hallway.

"Good," Steve said. "Now keep your pants on and get it done."

Steve was one of the first omegas to do it. He was, by far, the most successful omega to ever do it. He'd been Sid's blueprint all the way through childhood, juniors, his rookie year: he kept himself in line, he kept it professional, and he focused on hockey. His meds were carefully doled out to him, and he was a functional hockey player. Steve hadn't even gotten married until he'd hung up his skates. He popped out a few kids for his wife and did the coaching thing, the GM thing, and now he was managing Team Canada. Respected, clean-cut, textbook.

Sid had all that going for him until a gangly alpha tripped over the runner in Nathalie Lemieux's foyer and sent it all to hell.

He and Geno had needed to be separated physically. Sid's collarbone and ear were mauled, bloody from Geno's bite attempt. Sid, in turn, had gouged out such a long strip from Geno's forearm that it had almost needed stitches.

They were taken to the hospital separately. They had been dosed, and then dosed again. Sid was fairly certain they'd given him a horse tranquilizer to stop the heat he'd been triggered into. The next time they'd met, it had been through a glass door at the arena. It had taken the team the better part of a year to be convinced that their new suppressant routines were trustworthy.

The problem, as it turned out, was that Sid wanted to fuck Geno very, very badly even when he wasn't being puppeted by his hormones.

The suppressants had been bad enough. With the language barrier, and the cloying, careful watch the team kept over Sid regarding alphas, it had been death by a thousand cuts. He got to see Malkin, and smell his sweaty, earthy scent, and he needed to pretend like his reaction was normal. He'd been unwilling to compromise his image and his standing with the team.

Then they'd won a Cup, and Geno had slowly come out of his shell, and his English improved by miles, and—most important of all—he kept inching closer to Sid, kept meeting his gaze across the locker room.

They'd finally fucked about it last season. It had been incredible, even outside of heat. It was real, though they hadn't had the discussion about bond marks or mates or what kind of future they envisioned. For now, Sid was still Sid: hockey player and Geno was his teammate. That Sid had a leaky cunt around Geno was incidental unless they were in bed. Or a couch. Or, memorably, the kitchen island at Sid's apartment.

The problem with it wasn't that they didn't talk about it. The problem was that the effectiveness of Sid's suppressants had slowly been changing, and it had been manageable with Geno around to tug him into a hotel room and fuck it away before it became heat. Sid didn't want more of a dose; he liked smelling what little of Geno he could. They could take care of it anyways, and self-sufficiency was always the route Sid chose to take. Their little tryst was theirs, and secret, and well-kept.

His house of cards had begun to crumble when Geno had been sent to Team Russia and Sid to Team Canada, and fraternizing wasn't punished but it wasn't encouraged. For this brief moment, they were rivals. Geno had the weight of his homeland on him, and he took it seriously. Sid, in turn, gave him the space to make his commitment easier and more obvious.

It had all been going swimmingly until he'd begun waking up sweating in his shitty dorm bed. And then his teammates had started sniffing at him.

The solution was simple in theory: Sid had to keep his pants on, his head down, and douse himself with as many scent blockers as the team had. It felt much more difficult when Sid tugged the thick fabric of the scent collar over his head and onto his neck before the final game of the Olympics. It felt like it was strangling him. The emanating odor of nothingness from it was eerie and deeply wrong.

"You stink," Kuni told him summarily in the locker room.

"Croz always stinks," Getzy said as he passed by. "This does help with the scent of, what, desperation?"

"Stuff it," Sid said. He fussed with the stitched edge of the collar; the fabric was thick, like a knee brace. It was going to restrict movement. He hated it.

But when Benn walked by and the corner of Sid's mouth grew wet with saliva, he accepted he had no other choice.

Geno spotted the protective collar the moment Sid stepped onto the ice. His gaze burned into Sid's helmet, and then his back, and then into the side of his head for the anthems and Sid's standard loop around their side of the ice.

Omitting facts to Geno hadn't been lying, Sid reasoned. It had just been a quick-developing situation. He'd handled weird heat stuff before Geno came into his life. He'd deal with it after.

"Why the fuck you playing?" Ovechkin asked him between whistles. "You smell."

Sid and Geno were rarely on the ice against one another, until the second period began and the Russians grew desperate as the ice tipped in Canada's favor.

Sid refused to bend down over the faceoff dot first. He knew what it looked like on a good day. With the way Geno was looking at him now, he very nearly didn't trust him.

Geno stiffly bent over first. Sid followed.

"Sid," Geno whispered, and it distracted Sid enough that the puck as dropped and gone before he could realize it.

Later, along the boards, Geno's stick pressed into Sid's lower back. It was strange, purposeful, instead of Geno's hips.

"The fuck you doing, Sid?"

"I didn't do anything, eh? Don't worry about it. We'll think about it after the tournament."

"Sid, it's like, different here."

"I know, okay? No one's going to try anything," Sid told him. He felt confident in it, too.

That also hadn't technically been a lie, because Sid had believed it in the moment. He'd been wrong to believe it, and that also technically hadn't been his fault. Heat did fucked-up things to a brain, and while SId had been victim to that a few times in his life, he'd been shielded by military-grade suppressants nine-and-a-half times out of ten. He had, by all accounts, done his best.

It just so happened that his best finally wasn't good enough on the ice in Sochi, where a Russian defenseman lost an edge, took him out on his way down, and landed atop him.

It happened very fast, on a level that was more physical than mental. Sid was upright, then he was down, then he was covered by another body, then there was damp heat on his face. He knew what was happening, but not in a way that meant he could resist it. It was all distant and removed. His limbs were heavy. He slowly realized he'd been leaking into his leggings for the entire game.

He knew when Geno ripped the alpha off of him, though, becuase that familiar scent engulfed him fully.

"G," Sid gasped. The world was very small, narrowed down to Geno's huge, scared eyes as he leaned over Sid's body, his hair wild from where his helmet had been torn off.

Geno disappeared from sight then, tucked away against Sid's protected neck. The fabric got tighter as it was tugged up, pressing hard on his Adam's apple as inch by precious inch of Sid's neck was exposed. He was being strangled. He was getting hard from it. Maybe he'd already been hard. Geno's big hand was on his jaw. His mouth was pressed against Sid's cheek, so close to where Sid wanted it. Geno's words hissed out through his teeth, clenched tight like if he opened his jaw, he'd have it around Sid's neck in a second flat.

"Sid, I have to. It's me or it's someone else. Pick."

"Fuck, yeah," Sid wheezed out, and he turned his neck into those clenched teeth, asking for it, just like the first time they'd met.

#before you tell me russia and canada didn't play against each other at the 2014 olympics: I know #sidgeno #hockey rpf #ask game

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radialhighway · 9 months

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will be reposting some of my old edits here from twitter, starting with this one lol. just to clarify: this is an edited screenshot, not a mod or a glitch. mentioning this because i've seen people assume this handholing arrangement can somehow be replicated in the game itself — and i can't say that's 100% impossible because who the hell knows, but that's definitely not where this picture is from. i just flipped Shadow and put him on the other side, this also isn't how the characters sit on the bench when there's two of them (though i think not being centered fits these two better so that's on purpose).

#i love how their skates in this game are just blades attached to regular shoes #sth #sonic screenshots #sonic edits #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #illegal figure skating #handholding #mario and sonic at the olympic games #mario & sonic at the sochi 2014 olympic winter games

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sonichedgeblog · 4 months

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The trailer for 'Mario & Sonic at the Sochi 2014 Olympic Winter Games' on the Wii U.

#Mario & Sonic at the Sochi 2014 Olympic Winter Games #Nintendo #Wii U #SEGA #Sonic #Sonic The Hedgehog #Christmas

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tutuandscoot · 1 year

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Day 21: Favourite SD/OD

Dream A Little Dream

Ok, ok so everyone and their grandmother knows my actual favourite is SFTD but just to we fun and bc my favourites do change all the time today I’m saying this one

The costumes (not nationals costumes), the music, the musicality, the showmanship, the ability to sell a performance even when they aren’t totally feeling it, chefs 💋.

#april prompt challenge #day 21 #favourite sd/od #sd: dream a little dream #olympics 2014

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btsiu · 2 months

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