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[collegetennisoriginstory]

Viewing code

Hi all!

PSA that I’ve enabled source-code viewing for both College Tennis: Origin Story and Merry Crisis on COGDemos, thanks for letting me know that it was disabled by default.

I trust you guys not to abuse this feature :)

[picknmixsims]

Outfit Organiser - Updated

Outfit Organiser V3.0

Added Genetics menu (advanced mode) for skins and eyes

Added Genetics drop-down, can select from Maxis values or enter an intermediate value (press Enter to get it to "stick").

More info about genetics here, here and here.

With nothing open, you can drag-and-drop a folder from Windows Explorer onto the tree view to open it.

Outfits menu items now uniquely select an outfit. Shift-click on a outfit menu item to multi-select.

[manonamora-if]

I realised today I never posted about it here so yeah...

This was a long time coming, so here we are.

Hello person of the internet,

It's ME again! your totally legit supplier of super duper good assets (100% GOOD!!!! NO BUGS AT ALL!!!}. I am back b-back BACK again with a pretty useful file for you! AND A NEW KIND OF FILE!!

Still scam free, still without a single bug, still easy-to-use and to include in your project! What are YOU waiting FOR?!

Download another funky file to make your HARLOWE project run EVEN BETTER!!! In exchange of.... nothing! {YES, THIS IS STILL 100% FREE!!!} or maybe your love and adoration for this little help...

WHAT A STEAL!

Were you looking to customise your Harlowe project?

I PRESENT TO YOU THE...

The Save and Settings All-In-One!

All-In-One because it is both a Template for Save Systems and Settings AND a Guide! Covering different ways of creating saves and settings, as well as ensuring the settings stick between play-sessions.

And, the code is annotated in the relevant passages, StyleSheet and JavaScript code, on top of the Guide.

ENJOY!!!

GITHUB REPO | RATE THE TEMPLATE | TWINE RESOURCES

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Emoji Self-Love And Acceptance Spell!

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[ghostiddie]

I LOVE YOU EERIE SCIFI TROPES WITH UNRELIABLE NARRATION.

I love you cloning. I love you alternate reality. I love you time loops. I love you everything is a simulation. I love you time travelling.

[basic-retro-programming]

MICROSOFT has released the source code to MS-DOS 4.00 under the MIT license ...

https://cloudblogs.microsoft.com/opensource/2024/04/25/open-sourcing-ms-dos-4-0/

"Ten years ago, Microsoft released the source for MS-DOS 1.25 and 2.0 to the Computer History Museum, and then later republished them for reference purposes. This code holds an important place in history and is a fascinating read of an operating system that was written entirely in 8086 assembly code nearly 45 years ago. 

Today, in partnership with IBM and in the spirit of open innovation, we’re releasing the source code to MS-DOS 4.00 under the MIT license. There’s a somewhat complex and fascinating history behind the 4.0 versions of DOS, as Microsoft partnered with IBM for portions of the code but also created a branch of DOS called Multitasking DOS that did not see a wide release."

Jeff Wilcox & Scott Hanselman

Post 302: Microsoft, Open Source Blog, The release of the MS DOS 4.0 source code under the MIT licence, 2024.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Mine For The Taking: Part 3

MobAU - Colter Stevens x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Eventual Smut, Angst, Violence and Mob related content, Swearing, Alcohol and Drug mentions, Probably a lot of inaccuracies and lack of proof reading sorrrryyyyyy

- Part 2 Here -

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18+ Only

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- 6 Years Earlier -




“I honestly can’t thank you enough.” You sighed in relief as you’d finally walked through the front door and unclipped Tank from his leash.




Tank ran off to his bed and began chewing on a toy, happy with his chaotic walk.




Colter smiled and let out a chuckle as he leaned against the open door frame, a gust of cool air wafting through the room, “There’s no way I was letting you get dragged home, at least not on your own.”




You grinned as you turned to face him, he looked much more handsome in the day light, his eyes practically glowing in the dim light of your homes entry way.




“Did you want to stay for a tea or coffee?” You blurred out, and you turned to busy yourself with some post on the side, suddenly shy and feeling hot under his stare. You had tried so hard to maintain eye contact, but his eyes bore so deep into yours you had to pull away for the fear he could read your very thoughts.




He rubbed the back of his head and smiled softly, “I would love to… but I have to be somewhere.”




You felt deflated, but forced a smile as you turned to face him and nodded, “No problem, thank you for saving me today.”




Colter smiled once more and turned to leave, and you let out a quiet sigh as you let your smile drop.




Suddenly he turned back around, and it almost startled you, and you forced yourself to straighten up from your defeated slump.




“Maybe… maybe another time though? I’d… like to maybe take you out to dinner.”




Your heart skipped a beat and you felt butterflies erupt inside you, your skin began to buzz, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from grinning like an idiot.




You pretended to consider it for a moment, and eventually nodded. “Okay. Yeah I’d like that.”




You had no idea that that would be the start of the absolutely whirlwind that was your relationship with Colter.




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- Present Day -




Since the incident at the bakery, you couldn’t get Joe to return your calls or texts. It had been a week and as you sat in your usual spot at in the warm, cosy shop surrounded by nothing but cheerful smiles of blissful patrons, you were filled with nothing but dread as the minutes ticked by, and you wondered if Joe would show.




Every stranger that walked through the door had your head whipping up in anticipation, only to let out a defeated sigh of disappointment when you realised it wasn’t Joe.




You’d finished your second anxious cup of coffee and were about to call it a day, but as you stood to leave you felt a soft tap on your shoulder.




You turned and grinned.




“Joe.” You sighed in relief at the sight of your friend, but this was quickly replaced with guilt as you noticed the two black eyes no doubt caused by his broken nose, as he pulled his sunglasses down.




You wanted to cry but instead clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your whimper, “I’m so sorry. I should have told you.” You whispered when you eventually managed to.




You reached a hand out to touch his arm sympathetically, but Joe pulled back as if you were trying to burn him with a hot iron.




Joe looked hesitantly at you, like he shouldn’t even be near you. You couldn’t help the hurt look on your face at first, but you quickly straightened up and reminded yourself it wasn’t his fault.




Joe sighed and shook his head sadly, “I… I just wanted to come and say goodbye in person.” He said, his eyes not quite reaching yours.




“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows creased together in confusion, “You’re not meant to finish your project until next June.”




Suddenly Joe made eye contact, but he looked angry. His bloodshot eyes felt almost accusatory. “They came to my apartment, Y/N. They kicked down my door. I should never have gotten involved with you. I never would have if I knew what I do now.”




You flinched, this revelation made you feel like you’d just been kicked in the chest, you felt so guilty but you also felt hurt.




“I… I’m sorry.” You struggled to say the words, you wanted to scream and sob at the same time. You were so angry at Colter, and so hurt by Joe. “But why did you come and say goodbye if all of that is true?”




Joe sighed, “Because I did get involved and I got attached. You’re the only friend I have here, I couldn’t go without saying goodbye, and God knows how much I’m risking just by being here.”




You nodded, you understood Colter had eyes everywhere, the last thing you wanted was Joe getting hurt again because of you.




Suddenly Joe pulled you into a hug, and you felt taken aback, startled almost.




“Thanks for being there for me these last few weeks, I really am gonna miss you. Maybe I’ll see you in another life.” He drawled, before letting go and swiftly leaving the bakery.




You stood there for a while in shock, unable to comprehend how Colter could do this to you.




If he really loved you as much as he claimed to, why was he doing this?




Suddenly you realised all the eyes in the room were on you and hushes voices gossiped about the commotion you always seemed to cause, heat pooled in your cheeks and anger began to bubble.




You snatched up your bag and stormed out of the bakery.




The entire drive had you replaying the incident with Colter in your head, and the look on poor Joe’s face, and you were just getting more and more angry.




You parked the car outside the all-too-familiar home that you called yours for over 5 years and sat behind the wheel for a moment. You tried to calm yourself, breathing through the tremors and gripping the steering wheel, but it was no use and the fury was now uncontrollable.




You got out of the car and stormed up the long, winding path to the front door of the manor, where your fist slammed angrily against the cold wood.




You could hear the echoes of your knocking on the inside, followed by footsteps against the hardwood floors you’d spent countless hours picking out years ago.




The door flew open and Colter stood, surprised, and shirtless in front of you. He was sweaty, panting, his hair wild, and you knew he’d been hitting his punching bag as he so often did when he was upset.




You scowled at him, how dare he be upset, he had no right.




You slammed both hands down on his bare chest as you pushed your way inside.




“How DARE you?!” You screamed, your hands now curled into fists against his broad chest.




Colters hands moved up to curl around your wrist, holding your hands in place. “What?” He asked, exasperated. This only pissed you off more.




You scoffed, “What? What? What do you mean, ‘what?’?!”




“I mean why are you so fucking pissed off?!” He raised his voice slightly to match yours.




“I’m beyond pissed off at this point, Colt! You had no fucking right to do that to Joe! This is MY life, my friend, do you have any idea how hard it is to make friends in a town that is terrified of you?” You were now gritting your teeth, Colter had never seen you like this before and a pang of guilt shot through him.


But he was not going to show it, “I don’t care, Y/N. He was after you, and you’re mine. I know for a fact you still love me, so don’t think for a second I’m gonna let anyone take you from me.” His voice was loud, stern, and he towered over you.




“Have you ever stopped to think that if you keep going the way you’re going I may eventually fall out of love with you, Colt?” You tried to pull your hands from his grip, and although he was gentle, your hands weren’t moving.




“No because I know you, Y/N, and I know our love. That isn’t something that just goes away, no matter how unhappy you are with what I do!” He shook your hands slightly with frustration, his eyes now pleading for you to admit what he knew to be true.




You took a small step back as you looked into his steely blue eyes, “You smug bastard. You really do think so highly of yourself.” You breathed out in exasperation.




“All you’re doing is delaying the inevitable, and I am fucking miserable without you. You and I both know you’re coming come at some point, please just save us both the pain and come home now.” His voice had softened considerably now, and he finally released your hands which fell limply to your side. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it yet. You had told yourself you would at least try to get over him.




“No… this time you don’t get what you want.” You said softly, deflated, the anger now simmering away to sadness.




You turned and walked out the door, wondering how you would ever get over this man who had an iron grip over you.




You got halfway down the drive when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and spin you around.




The next thing you knew, Colters arms were around your waist and his lips were planted on yours. You gasped softly, at the familiarity, but also how different it felt to all those times before.




You melted against him for a second, your hands resting on his still sweaty chest, and allowed yourself just a moment of bliss before you pushed away and shook your head.




“Just… leave me alone.”




Without looking back you walked to your car, got in and drove out of the estate you once called home.




As you drove you looked back in the rear view mirror, at Colter as he watched you leave.




Something deep inside you told you that you were making a huge mistake, but you were too stubborn to listen to it.




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- 6 Years Earlier -




You buzzed with anticipation and nerves as you finished getting ready for your date with Colter.




The weather was dreadful, and torrential rains uncommon for that time of year had flooded the cold, dark streets outside, but you were determined to make it to town for your date no matter what.




You smoothed out your brand new dress and checked yourself in the mirror for the 10th time.




You looked perfect, but you felt so nervous that you had to check again before you eventually made it to the front door.




You gave Tank a fuss as you left and were suddenly overcome with guilt for leaving him on his own for the first time, however this was luckily short lived as he happily curled up on the couch and went straight to sleep.




You sighed as you stepped out onto the front porch and opened your umbrella, your cab had just pulled up but the short distance between your home and the sidewalk was sure to drench you unless you had some sort of cover.




“Evening ma’am.” The older gentleman answered as you climbed in and shook off your umbrella before rolling it back up. “You off on a date?”




You smiled, “Yeah, is it that obvious?”




The gentleman smiled, “Not overly, but you do seem nervous.”




You made small talk all the way into town and paid the driver, getting your umbrella ready before you opened the door.




“Have a good night ma’am, you be safe now.” He said as you climbed out of the cab and back out into the bad weather.




You thanked the driver and walked down a side street towards the restaurant.




As you approached you noticed Colter standing outside. He wore a slightly unbuttoned white shirt and blue jeans, his short hair speckled with rain drops and obviously getting very wet without an umbrella as he waited for you, soggy flowers wilting under the pressure of the heavy droplets.




You laughed in surprise as you walked up to him. “What are you doing?” You gasped.




A huge grin spread across his face as he noticed you approaching him, “Waiting for you.”




As you got closer you noticed how his clean pressed white shirt stuck to him, his toned chest on display as the material turned translucent.




You pulled your eyes away, “Why didn’t you wait inside?” Your mouth slightly agape in shock. “You must be freezing!”




Colter, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice the cold, and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “You look… incredibly beautiful.” He breathed, ignoring your question.




You felt yourself blush, but you needed to maintain your composure even though he made you feel like melting right in front of him. You stepped forward so that Colter was under the protection of your umbrella.




“Here, before you get completely drenched.” You smiled up at him. Too late, you realised, but you liked standing this close to him.




You tried not to actually touch him, teetering on the absolute outer edge of the umbrellas protection.




“Well… I don’t think we can go in there while you’re…damp.” you gestured at the fancy restaurant and then at Colter. “I think I know a place we can go and dry off for a while.”




Colter nodded and bit the inside of his cheek, “Lead the way.” He chuckled.




You lead Colter down another dark little side street and through a courtyard, where a soft cosy light lit up the cobblestone from a window that beckoned you, the smell of basil and tomatoes compelling you to follow. It was a tiny Italian restaurant that you had frequented over the years, nothing fancy but the food was some of the best you’d ever had.




You looked up at Colter to explain why you’d picked this place, but you were surprised to see that he was already staring longingly down at you. “What?” You asked in surprise.




Colter shook his head, and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, “Nothing, it’s just… every time I think I have you figured out, you go and do something that makes me realise I probably never will.”




“What do you mean?” You chuckled, shivering slightly under his touch.




“Most girls would insist on the fancy dinner, the nice restaurant, they wouldn’t adopt the biggest, bounciest dog from the shelter, or go out to a club they hated just to make their sister happy, they’d probably be put off that I didn’t think to bring an umbrella-“ you cut him off by grabbing his hand with your free one as you stood in front of the little restaurant.




“Let’s get one thing straight, if you’re going to date me you will realise pretty quickly that the only thing I give a damn about is whether or not you’re a good person, I don’t need fancy… I need real.”




Colter grinned and nodded, “So we’re dating then, huh?”




You rolled your eyes playfully, “Hmm… barely.” You joked.




He took your other hand and gently removed the umbrella from your grip, the heavy rain quickly drenching you as you gasped at the feeling and began to laugh. Colter threw the umbrella onto the cobblestone, and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling you into him.




“What are you doing?” You asked, your heart thudding violently against your rib cage.




“I’m making us even.” He gestured with a nod to your wet hair.




You breathed out a nervous laugh as Colter bent down and pressed his lips against yours, and you felt like the air was sucked from your lungs.




His lips were gentle, but the kiss was purposeful and eager. His hand came up to cup your jaw and you sighed into him, giving yourself into the feeling.




Eventually you pulled away, the raindrops trickling down your back causing you to shiver.




Colter smiled adoringly down at you, “How about we get inside?”




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- Part 4 Here -

[yello-exe]

(ooc but ARE YOU HYPED FOR ANIMATION V. ADDICTION??? I'm losing my marbles rn i'm so excited) -blackbird anon

((Ooc: YES!!! It’s really early morning for me but I’m awake anyway so I can watch it!!!! IM SO EXCITED CJDHCKGN!!!))

[techav]

On Keeping Good Habits

I, like everyone else with any productive hobby, have more ideas and things I want to try than time and skill to implement them. I'll start on developing something and then either life or that next great idea comes by, then suddenly whatever I was working on is lost to time, usually in some sad partially-implemented state.

For projects like mine, modern source control is a godsend. New idea? Create a branch. If it works out, merge. If it gets abandoned, forever stare wistfully at the branch that went nowhere that can't be deleted because surely inspiration & inclination will one day lead back to it (it won't).

Of course for that to work one has to ... use ... source control.

I have a GitHub account. I have repositories for my projects. I even have some branches for developing new ideas.

My recent multi-user BASIC kernel was developed on a working branch on the repository for that particular homebrew project. And I branched off that to add a supervisor console to the kernel.

And when I got it working I ... went straight into developing a new idea without so much as committing the working version to the development branch.

Once I got the machine running again last week, I had some minor changes I wanted to make to the kernel code. Which of course is when I realized what I had done.

What followed was hours of trying to bring together the last unstable commit and the current incomplete mess. I even pulled out ghidra to disassemble the one good ROM I had to compare against. Hours of reverse-engineering my own project to figure out what I had done, instead of adding the new feature I wanted to add.

All because I hadn't kept up with my repository.

I've cleaned up the mess, and was able to get the code back to compiling byte-by-byte identically to what was on the good ROM. But that time is gone. It's not likely I'll be making the same mistake again any time soon.

Sometimes good habits come from lessons hard learned.

(and the real hell of it is — I use git for my paying job every day and would never make such a mistake there...)

[jadedresearcher]

can we get the source code for your infinite gender gauntlet? i wanna do the same thing but for sexuality/attraction

Fun fact, MOST of the things I've done for Zampanio are raw javascript, so they are as easy to remix as possible! For the Infinite Gender Gauntlet how you go about doing this is, so long as you can view the Document Object Model like so:

You can see the list of files it pulls in: utils, data and index.

Of course, reading someone's code is its own Adventure (its mazes all the way down) but that's 100% of what controls that page. data and utils is filled with things I use for other sims as well, so you'll find a lot of dead ends in there: I'd recommend starting with index and seeing what it actually uses. And of course, its interacting with the page itself, you can see the raw html file here: view-source:http://eyedolgames.com/Gender/

Looking forward to what you (and anyone else!) makes with it, def ping me!

[picknmixsims]

Sims2Tools Thumbnail Transparency

I've finally found out how to decode the alpha channel Maxis embeds into their JPEG thumbnails.

The following apps will now display thumbnails on a transparent background

BSOK Editor

Object Relocator

Outfit Organiser

Repository Wizard

(The background colour can be configured via the "ThumbnailBackground" property.)

Additionally, for Object Relocator and Outfit Organiser, when replacing a thumbnail with a .png image, the alpha channel will be correctly encoded.

[cassiopeia-grimm]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 💙

[justforbooks]

Source Code: My Beginnings by Bill Gates

In contrast to the current crop of swaggering tech bros, the Microsoft founder comes across as wry and self-deprecating in this memoir of starting out

Bill Gates is the John McEnroe of the tech world: once a snotty brat whom everyone loved to hate, now grown up into a beloved elder statesman. Former rivals, most notably Apple’s Steve Jobs, have since departed this dimension, while the Gates Foundation, focusing on unsexy but important technologies such as malaria nets, was doing “effective altruism” long before that became a fashionable term among philosophically minded tech bros. Time, then, to look back. In the first of what the author threatens will be a trilogy of memoirs, Gates recounts the first two decades of his life, from his birth in 1955 to the founding of Microsoft and its agreement to supply a version of the Basic programming language to Apple Computer in 1977.

He grows up in a pleasant suburb of Seattle with a lawyer father and a schoolteacher mother. His intellectual development is keyed to an origin scene in which he is fascinated by his grandmother’s skill at card games around the family dining table. The eight-year-old Gates realises that gin rummy and sevens are systems of dynamic data that the player can learn to manipulate.

As he tells it, Gates was a rather disruptive schoolchild, always playing the smart alec and not wanting to try too hard, until he first learned to use a computer terminal under the guidance of an influential maths teacher named Bill Dougall. (I wanted to learn more about this man than Gates supplies in a still extraordinary thumbnail sketch: “He had been a World War II Navy pilot and worked as an aeronautical engineer at Boeing. Somewhere along the way he earned a degree in French Literature from the Sorbonne in Paris on top of graduate degrees in engineering and education.”) Ah, the computer terminal. It is 1968, so the school terminal communicates with a mainframe elsewhere. Soon enough, the 13-year-old Gates has taught it to play noughts and crosses. He is hooked. He befriends another pupil, Paul Allen – who will later introduce him to alcohol and LSD – and together they pore over programming manuals deep into the night. Gates plans a vast simulation war game, but he and his friends get their first taste of writing actually useful software when they are asked to automate class scheduling after their school merges with another. Success with this leads the children, now calling themselves the Lakeside Programming Group, to write a payroll program for local businesses, and later to create software for traffic engineers.

There follows a smooth transition to Harvard, where in the ferment of anti-war campus protests our hero is more interested in the arrival, one day in 1969, of a PDP-10 computer. Gates takes classes in maths but also chemistry and the Greek classics. Realising he doesn’t have it in him to become a pure mathematician, he goes all-in on computers once a new home machine, the Altair, is announced. He and Paul Allen will write its Basic, having decided to call themselves “Micro-Soft”.

The early home computer scene, Gates notes, was a countercultural, hippy thing: cheap computers “represented a triumph of the masses against the monolithic corporations and establishment forces that controlled access to computing”, and so software was widely “shared”, or copied among people for free. It was Gates himself who, notoriously, pushed back against this culture when he found out most users of his Basic weren’t paying for it. By “stealing software”, he wrote in an open letter in 1976, “you prevent good software from being written. Who can afford to do professional work for nothing?” This rubbed a lot of people up the wrong way and still does, at least in the more militant parts of the “open-source” world. But he had a point. And that, readers, is why your Office 365 account just renewed for another year. Fans of Word and Excel, though, will have to wait for subsequent volumes of Gates’s recollections, as will those who want more about his later battles with Apple, though Steve Jobs does get an amusing walk-on part. (Micro-Soft’s general manager keeps a notebook of sales calls, on one page of which we read: “11.15 Steve Jobs calls. Was very rude.”). This volume, still, is more than just a geek’s inventory of early achievements. There is a genuine gratitude for influential mentors, and a wry mood of self-deprecation throughout. Gates gleefully records his first preschool report: “He seemed determined to impress us with his complete lack of concern for any phase of school life.” Later, he explains how he acquired a sudden interest in theatre classes. “Admittedly the main draw for me was the higher percentage of girls in drama. And since the main activity in the class was to read lines to each other, the odds were very good that I’d actually talk to one.” Strikingly, unlike most “self-made” billionaires, Gates emphasises the “unearned privilege” of his upbringing and the peculiar circumstances – “mostly out of my control” – that enabled his career. Adorably, he even admits to still having panic dreams about his university exams. The book’s most touching pages recount how one of his closest friends and colleagues in the programming group, Kent Evans, died in a mountaineering accident when he was 17. “Throughout my life, I have tended to deal with loss by avoiding it,” Gates writes. He says later that if he were growing up today, he would probably be identified as “on the autism spectrum”, and now regrets some of his early behaviour, though “I wouldn’t change the brain I was given for anything”. There is a sense of the writer, older and wiser, trying to redeem the past through understanding it better, a thing that no one has yet seen Elon Musk or Mark Zuckerberg attempt in public. That alone makes Bill Gates a more human tech titan than most of his rivals, past and present.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

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[motherencore]

We're happy to announce the release of the source code for the MOTHER Encore demo! We encourage anyone with the interest in hacking & modification to make something cool & fun with these tools, plus Benichi expect a Halloween Hack, so get to it!

Note that MOTHER Encore's Source Code requires a version of Godot before 3.5 to access, we recommend 3.4.5, which can download here!

[justjakescharacters]

Intro: forever Under Construction

*We're all 18+ here. MDNI*

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This is a place to allow the real world to disappear for a short while.

It's my collection of reblogs of moodboards, fanfics, pics, gifs, paintings, polls, drawings, etc. of Jake Gyllenhaal's characters (& some of the actor himself). None of it is my original work; simply sharing art.

Credit is always given to the original blogger &/or artist.

I do not claim to own any of it. Nor do I claim to own the characters Jake plays.

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Warning: occasionally, I throw in a random poll, or art unrelated to jake's characters.

Enjoy!