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[seoguruatlantaofficial]

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[tortoisebore]

my glorious boys are headed to the conference finals YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS 🏋️‼️

extra long sequel snippet to celebrate ✨ (pls remember that this is very much a wip and not in final form lmfao)

He took a breath, focused on the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath his hand, and allowed himself the distraction of fidgeting with the sleeve of Sirius’ shirt while he spoke. “So, I was thinking.”

Sirius continued scrolling absently through his phone. “Hm?”

Remus turned his face further into his hand, nerves kicking in his gut. “My housing contract is up in May.”

Instantly, Sirius went still beneath him. He stopped scrolling, then abandoned his phone entirely and slid it onto the coffee table. The fingers that had been playing idly with Remus’ hair dropped in favor of looping around his back. “Mhm?”

“And I know that your lease is up in July,” Remus continued, dragging it out half to stall and half for the fun of keeping Sirius waiting.

“Mhm,” Sirius hummed pointedly, and Remus could hear the smile in his voice, so he found the courage to look up, resting his chin on his hands and biting back a grin of his own.

“And I was wondering,” he said, trying for casual, “if you might be interested in not renewing it.”

Sirius—perfect, wonderful, beautiful Sirius—decided to play along, frowning in faux confusion. “Oh?” he said, working hard at quelling the smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Why’s that?”

“Well—the timeline is kind of weird, and either I’ll have to find somewhere to live for a month or you’ll have to break your lease early, but I sort of like the idea of finding a place together. You know, after all that.”

“Yes,” Sirius said instantly, no hesitation.

Remus’ stomach flipped. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“You’re sure?”

“I wanted to move in with you a year and a half ago, Remus,” Sirius raised, drumming fingers up his spine to slip around the back of his neck, tugging pointedly at his earlobe. “Or do you not remember the spring break incident?”

“I very much remember the spring break incident,” Remus allowed with an exasperated huff of a laugh. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget the spring break incident.”

“Well, then you know that you don’t have to convince me,” Sirius shrugged with an easy smile, and really, Remus should have known it would be this simple. If he’d learned anything in the last year, it was that nerves had no place between them anymore.

He let himself smile and felt the knot of unfounded anxiety unravel in his chest. “I had a whole argument ready, you know,” he laughed softly. “I was prepared to persuade you.”

“No persuasion necessary. I’m very in,” Sirius said, settling further into the couch. He looped one of the curls behind Remus’ ear around his finger, twisted it softly and then scratched gently at the back of his neck. “It’ll be kind of tight, but you can stay here for a couple of months after your contract expires and then we’ll move together.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Fuck—you can move in here right this very second if you want. I’d love that. I’ll clear you out a shelf in the closet and everything.”

[youcouldmakealife]

Fic snippet, Fiona&Holden(/James); from the series that never was

So one of my favourite things is when characters twist out of my grasp and announce themselves to be something different than I initially thought they were. I absolutely love it. The moments I'm aware that I am not in control of the story are some of the very best ones as a writer, because I don't know what's coming, and that's exciting.

But it's also annoying as hell. Because everything I've written that comes next? Yeah, it's not canon anymore. Of all my series, Cards on the Table had the most material already written before I started to post the series, some of it occurring significantly later in the narrative, because Holden came easy, but James was proving recalcitrant, so I wrote a lot of scenes, mostly dialogue (dialogue almost always comes first for me), trying to get my finger on his pulse.

And not a bit of it is canon anymore, even though it's still the same Holden, and mostly the same James (I think the biggest pivot point was when I realized that at his core, James isn't driven by anger, as I originally thought. It looks like that on the surface, especially at the beginning of the series, but it's not anger, it's irritability from being constantly fucking overstimulated and exhausted. He's Fed Up. And okay, yes, angry, but that is a Holden Chase specific trigger he's responding to, not his general state of being.)

ANYWAY.

This scene was jossed a long time ago, but I held onto it, because some scenes you're just fond of. And I'm sharing it for the same reason.

I meant to post this after the 'Fiona knows' reveal but it completely slipped my brain until now.

This is completely AU, thanks to James pulling a Bryce on me, but in another universe, just slightly different, Fiona still makes sure her knowing is a mic drop moment.

(Context for the scene, he has told her he's been fucking a teammate, because he's the same as he was from the start, and so is his brain-to-mouth filter, but he hasn't identified who)

(Forgive me, this preamble is longer than the fic snippet)

“How long did we go out, exactly?” Holden asks.

Fiona’s quiet. “Uh,” she says. “Let me see, it was right before prom—“

Holden winces. She forgives, but she does not forget.

“Six months?” Fiona says. “Give or take?”

“Okay,” Holden says. Still his longest relationship, then. He’s got time.

“Share with the class?” Fiona says.

“Can’t,” Holden says.

“Oh, it’s mystery man,” Fiona says flatly.

“Sorry,” Holden says. He really would tell her if he could.

“Minnesotan Mystery Man,” Fiona says.

“Yeah, I—“ Holden says. “Wait, what?”

“Captain of the Whalers Mystery Man,” Fiona says.

They actually only have one Minnesotan, as far as Holden’s aware, so she made her point the first time, but he does appreciate the commitment to the bit.

“How’d you know?” Holden says.

“Babe,” Fiona says. “You are not a subtle person.”

“I think I’m very subtle,” Holden says, but he can’t even finish the sentence without laughing at himself.

“And you stopped complaining about Erickson right around the time you started fucking a teammate,” Fiona says.

“I still complain about him,” Holden protests. “Have you known this whole time?”

“Pretty much,” Fiona says.

“Well,” Holden says. “Fuck.”

[thesameoldstreets]

July 2015 Coach Z is in town to look for a house—and he comes by Blake's place for dinner.

[daddy-ul]

me, politely waiting for the vid of Inamorata live from the official Metallica yt channel.

[mousemannation]

uts dinner interview thing with shapo thanasi and domi :oo

[antiquatedsimmer]

"Holy Cats! Extra! Extra! Billions Lost in Stock Market Crash!"

The year is 1929, and your Sim finds themselves among the countless affected by the devastating aftermath of the stock market crash. With nothing left but shattered dreams, they must now begin anew!

No job, no home, and worst of all, NO MONEY :(

The goal of this Mini Decades challenge is to get your sims to build, live and have raised a family in a happy home by the beginning of world war 2. The great depression was considered over by the start of the 1940s

I didn't invent the Rags to Riches challenge or the Decades Challenge rules. I'm just sharing a slightly tweaked challenge I've been enjoying and thought others might like too :)

*currently working on a random encounter table to make this version a bit more unique

My Guide Below:

I am following these guides with basic tweaks

Rags2Riches Challenge

Decades Challenge, Follow the 1930s Rules

BAISCS OF THE CHALLENGE & MADATORY RULES

• You must follow technological limitations of that Era.

• No Cheats or Mods made to make the challenge easier allowed.

Being this is a Decades inspired Challenge the use of CC & mods for realism involving historical gameplay is fine. At the end of the day the point is to have fun!

• Choose your sims age & lifespan.

Whether your sim had a family & children prior to the crash is entirely up to you!

• Sleep in a public area or a friends home if you do not own a bed.

Historical Tweak:

During the Great Depression, the prevalence of "slums" or homeless encampments surged due to the housing crisis that plagued people in the early 1930s.

If you opt to invite Sims into your household, take on roommates, or utilize the FOR RENT Landlord ability to rent out beds, you can do so. However, it is imperative that you secure the necessary funds to construct housing for these new Sims.

• You may eat/ make dishes using public spaces or a friends home, however taking food with you is not allowed.

Historical Tweak:

In the tough times of the Great Depression, families were really struggling, which means your Sims' neighbors might not have much food to spare.

If your Sim wants to hit up a neighbor's kitchen for a meal, they gotta flip a coin:

Heads - They can grab a quick meal from the fridge.

Tails - Sorry, no luck. Time to try somewhere else.

So, your Sim might resort to begging if they are unable to feed themselves But hey, it could lead to some interesting stories and maybe even some new pals along the way.

• No selling through household inventory

• No selling through Plopsy - no internet in 1929

• No selling through Retail job due to the unemployment crisis, if you can afford to purchase a retail lot however you may open a retail business.

• You CAN sell items through the Food Stand or Market tables.

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GOALS OF THE CHALLENGE

Build a home:

• At least 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, living room, a study ( with a type writer if u have historical CC ), and a outdoor garden area.

MANDATORY STEPS FOR BUILDING A HOME:

In order to build a home you must have completed these steps:

• Reach level 7 Handiness and level 5 gardening before you begin building or placing items outside.

• Have 1 Bedroom with bed, a bathroom with toilet and shower, a living room and kitchen area.

• you must own at least one of these: Fridge or Icebox, sink, stove, stove, counter, table, chair, and couch.

• A blueprint for your house cost $500

HAVE A FAMILY

Find love, and have the opportunity to raise a family despite the hardships of the great depression!

• Get married

• Become a grandparent

MANDATORY STEPS FOR STARTING A FAMILY:

due to the affects of the great depression I feel like it would be unreasonable to expect a FULL HOUSE BUILT before you can start a family, so instead I'm tweaking that a bit.

You don't need a HUGE MANSION by the end of the challenge but a decent house should be expected. the point it escape being forced to live in a shack.

• For every new Sim joining the household, you must ensure there is a dedicated room to accommodate them. This room must be equipped with basic necessities, including a bed, access to a bathroom, and sufficient funds and food to sustain them.

• Max Toddler Skills

• A Child must complete one of the options before becoming a teen:

Reach level 5 in 2 skills with perfect grades or reach level 10 in any skills.

• Teens must complete one of these option before becoming a young adult

Reach level 5 in 2 skills & a part time job or reach level 10 in 2 skills.

• Host a wedding every time a pair of sims get married.

ASPIRATIONS:

• Complete at least one aspiration for your sim and it's spouse

• Complete an Aspiration for each of your sims children.

[raichett]

i wanted to comment on ur most recent post but i can't switch it to be commented from my horny sideblog </3 so instead i will simply send an ask informing you that i am LOOKING INTENSELY 👀👀👀 absolutely can't wait

Hehe, hope you enjoy it when it gets here! :D

And just for you one (1) teensy tiny snippet:

Grian, bless him, blusters a little. “Wh- Scar,” he says, voice rising in pitch. “You – but – right here? On the enchanting table?” “On the enchanting table,” she confirms, petty glee leaking into her voice.

[sosclancy]

"I'm normal about twenty one pilots" I say as I have to force myself to stop shaking and hitting things.

[kyistell]

I'm going skating but I decided to whip this up before I left sooo ENJOY!!!

New Jersey-

Play Fights

Every region has their own thing that they do as a fun competition. The West Coast does comedy nights, where they see who can make the most people laugh. The South has what they call Hunt Offs, to see who’s the best hunter. And the Midwest likes to do cook offs, with the South being taste testers.

The North Coast has play fights, multiple rounds through the course of two days, normally held on a weekend. This includes Maine all the way at the top of the North Coast, all the way down to Florida, which allows for a larger roster.

It started as just a thing the New Netherland area did, over time it expanded to include the whole of the North East, then Delaware wanted Maryland to join and soon it spireled to the whole North Coast.

Of course it started out friendly enough, everyone tended to go a bit softer on Georgia since he isn’t nearly as rough as everyone else. Then North and South Carolina would make a bet when they fought, which had Pennsylvania open up a proper betting pool. The play fighting weekend always ended up with everyone sore to all hell and back, saying to themselves to never do this again and specifically never go up against New Jersey again.

Jersey was strong, while it didn’t visibly look like he could pretty easily lift 400 like it was 20, he could. However he often forgot just how strong he was compared to everyone else, it wasn’t like the rest of the states were weak but when compared to them, Jersey was like a powerhouse.

He isn’t too sure as to why he’s so strong, especially since he normally comes off as looking like a twig, however he did believe it was most likely something demon related. He knows his own demon, not father, father is no slouch in the strength department, and Jersey also knows that he could easily get his strength up more. 

It’s not like he wants to hurt the others, he really doesn’t, sure it’s a bit funny to have Northie pinned down after five seconds of fighting and sure it’s amazing to be better than Yorkie, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s hurting friends, people who are basically his family.

Despite him being significantly stronger than the others, he never has actually won before. He always gets in his head when up against Yorkie, always ends up hurting him the worst, always dropping out after and just watches over the betting pools. 

It’s basically tradition at this point for Jersey to tend to everyone’s wounds after this, whether it’s early in the games or he and Yorkie were in the semi finals, it doesn’t matter. 

Jersey has a big heart, a big heart that can’t bear to see him hurt his family, so he’ll try to make up for it. Cooking for everyone involved, taking care of their wounds if Rhody brought a knife again (seriously he has got to stop doing that), just generally being a nicer person for a good week before he starts to go back to normal.

The next time the play fighting happens, the same thing will happen again, a vicious cycle that Jersey can’t snap himself out of.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

👀

im gonna assume this is for the emoji for the snippet thing 🤓

[yujeong]

kpanniversary2024, prompt 7: Favourite Platonic Relationship

"Hey, Pete?" "Hm?" "Have you ever thought of how your life would be like if you weren't working here?" The cigarette stilled between Pete's fingers. Smoke swirling in front of his face, somewhat blocking his expression from a curious Porsche standing to his left. Through his bangs, he noticed how Porsche wasn't actually looking at him when he asked the question. Momentary relief spread through him, though he knew Porsche wouldn't be satisfied without an answer. "Not really," he said truthfully. There was no point in hypotheticals, not in his case. "I have," Porsche said, as if he ignored Pete's words. The relief settled between his lungs. He took another drag. "My life would probably be the same as it was before," continued Porsche, "but I'd like to think I'd be able to open up that bar one day. Maybe after Chay finished university or something." Pete hummed and exhaled. His cigarette was getting shorter. Their break would be over soon. "How come you've never thought about it?" asked Porsche suddenly, turning to face Pete. "Do you... like working here?" Pete coughed and dropped his almost-finished cigarette to the ground. His eyes were darting between his feet, his mouth hanging open. Fucking Porsche and his questions. Sometimes, he had this need to pry Pete open and discover things Pete himself wanted hidden; mostly because he didn't know what would happen if he exposed them to the world. He looked at Porsche with a dumb look on his face, not knowing what to say, but he quickly remembered about their training and how they'd get punished by Chan if they were late to return. As good of an excuse as any. He said so and left with hurried steps, leaving a puzzled Porsche behind. Hopefully, he'd have forgotten this discussion by the time they'd be on their own again.

[youcouldmakealife]

COTT 36: outtakes

Today's chapter was originally almost a full 1k longer, as James got downright Holden-esque in his rambling (he gets over-explain-y when unsettled, and yearning is very destabilizing, especially on top of his general roadie overwhelm.).

I cut it because it's, you know, almost 1k of rambling reminiscence, but if you are interested, here is James' Vending Machine Adventures, That Time James Forgot His Passport and James' Feelings About Family Ties and Cracked Pepper.

On face licking and vending machine stalking:

Nor something he plans on ever doing, yearning aside, as he is not a canine.

But then, James would have also said that he was above loitering around a vending machine at midnight, trying to look like he was having trouble making a decision to avoid arousing suspicion.

Every time he heard footsteps coming down the hall he would resignedly pull out his wallet for effect, already knowing it wasn’t Holden.

At some point James must have learned what Holden’s walk sounds like. He’s not sure when that happened, but he can’t say he’s surprised either, given the intensity of focus he’s aimed Holden’s way over the past several weeks, researching him like an opponent, a play, a — the comparisons break down at some point, Holden unlike anything James has been preoccupied with before.

After the first few disappointments, James handled two more passerby — one a harassed looking member of the hotel staff, who paid him no attention, the other a teammate who unfortunately took James’ presence as an invitation to socialize — before he finally gave up, buying a bottle of water so he didn’t return to his room empty handed.

He’s not sure why he bothered — it’s not like was expecting to have to explain himself to anyone. Maybe so he didn’t have to admit, even to himself, that he’d been waiting for Holden, though it was probably a little late for that, because he knew that was precisely what he was doing.

He didn’t even end up drinking that water. He forget it in hotel mini-bar. He’d like to think someone drank it, but most likely, they just threw it out, which makes him feel dimly guilty about the waste. He reminds himself how many bottles of water they must sell at every hockey game, but that only makes him feel worse, so he watches highlights on his phone until his head clears, a clean sheet of ice again.

On Passport Snafus and Secret Safes:

Holden waves his passport at him triumphantly from his spot in line, and James rolls his eyes.

He forgot his own passport once — just once — early in his career. The team has photocopies, in case someone’s is lost or stolen, and apparently that was an acceptable substitute. At least, they let him into Canada, but rather than risk trouble on the way home — as a citizen, they have to let him in, passport or no, but he doubts they’re required to make it a comfortable process — his super let a staff member into his apartment with his permission. She sent it to them via same-day courier, and it arrived in Toronto almost as soon as they did.

James had been storing his passport in his underwear drawer at the time. He’d figured that way he’d never forget where it was, and he was right, but it didn’t prevent him from forgetting it entirely. For years he couldn’t look at her. Was genuinely relieved when she was promoted to a more senior position, one that involved significantly less interaction with the players.

His underwear drawer has simply been an underwear drawer ever since. His passport’s in his coat pocket now, of course, but when he gets home, it will go back into a hollowed out calculus textbook that Finn bought for him after the Passport Incident.

That book has been sitting on his shelf, concealing his passport for years without incident, up until last week, when Holden got his hands on it. He’d been skimming James’ shelves, making comments about the players whose autobiographies were present, snide and otherwise, but when he came across the calculus textbook he immediately reached out like he was magnetized, laughing when he flipped it open to find James’ passport, birth certificate, all the papers he couldn’t afford to lose. James would have been offended, but it wasn’t a laugh of amusement, more of discovery, of delight. Apparently, he’s able to identify that by sound too.

When James asked how he knew it was something worth investigating, Holden pointed out it was the only thing that didn’t involve hockey in the hockey room. James does have to admit that was an oversight on his part, and a concern if he is ever robbed. But then, if he is, everything of worth he owns is in that room, almost all of it irreplaceable. Losing his passport would be the least of his problems.

Even so, he likes it as a hiding space, so he’s considering hollowing out a hockey book instead. A bad one, one of the ones that barely discuss hockey, so busy offering braggadocio and salacious details, so he won’t feel so guilty about it.

Until then, he’s not particularly worried about Holden stealing his passport from its default hiding place. He’s far more concerned about him misplacing his own, or forgetting it again.

On the Ericksons and Schneiders sitting together during games:

His father said it made sense to, since he and Finn were almost always on the ice at the same time and besides, the Schneiders didn’t talk during play, like some parents did. It makes James uncomfortable, them knowing one another, socializing independently of him, but at the same time, it’s a relief they get along.

On dinner add-ons:

James demurs cracked pepper, parmesan, while the Schneiders load up on both — he likes both, but not enough to ask a stranger to lean into his personal space, over his plate, cranking their little machine unbearably slowly until he tells them to stop.

[bloomingsalma]

hart house, labour exhibition

[sunlight-shunlight]

honestly i was always a bit... bewildered by bioware's business model, because i always thought (not to be a backseat game dev) it would not be hard to release supplementary vn/point and click/even twine game types of things of side content in between major releases? and that would probably provide both a mild income stream, and not need much of a budget or staff at all. something like the failbetter games collaboration they did, but more narrative focused and maybe tied more closely to the games rather than "here's a random town in orlais"

and people always say "ohhh the characters and romances are only appreciated by a small percentage of the players!!" with the implication that it's like a minority of female/queer players into it, but i really don't think that's true. the Average Man Player was also foaming at the mouth after dao because romanced morrigan mysteriously left the warden, haha. they were INVESTED. and there's the word of mouth effect too which i think is underrated - for every one person who's yapping away nonstop about Blorbo From RPGs, they have a decent chance of winning over other people who don't care about Blorbo, but just quietly like the combat or whatever regardless

and i recently read some bg3 developers saying that when they were doing EA testing, a huge portion of the players would poll as "i'm not interested in romance, only care about combat/plot" but then... they'd all pick a romance and play through it regardless. so there is really a market for that type of narrative/character focused content imo, it's sad that bioware kept remaking the entire engine and gameplay each time instead of being able to build successfully on a formula and add little side content pieces as a bonus.

[rose-tinted-vision]

A really quick and rough draft inspired by our discussion(?) thread:

Ficlet: Gong Shangjue is courting someone: Back hill POV

implied Gong Shangjue/Gong Yuanzhi

"I think Gong Shangjue is courting someone," is what Hua gongzi opens with, once they have settled around the tea table, pausing for dramatic effect.

"On what basis?" Xue Gongzi always one for gossip, asks impatiently.

"There has been a steady stream of commissions from him lately, even with an extra fee to expedite his orders," Hua gongzi leaned forward conspiratorially, "It's been a cycle of hair ornaments, combs, tassels," he lists off his fingers.

"He's definitely courting someone," Xue Gongzi nods sagely, trying but failing to mask the excitement in his tone.

"And how would you know that?" Yue gongzi asks, arching a graceful brow, "ever courted someone?"

"Do not indulge in gossip," Xue Tongzi says flatly, though they can see his thinly veiled interest in the way he inched forward slightly as well.

"This could concern the future of the Gong sect, it's not some mindless gossip," Hua gongzi exclaims, waving them closer as he drops his voice to a whisper, "This is the most interesting part: nearly all of those accessories are custom-made with a hidden compartment, large enough to fit a small canister of poison."

It takes a while for the implications to set in, the realisation causing them to simultaneously reel backwards in shock.

There is only one person in the Gong residence who is so closely associated with poison.

"It will affect the Gong sect indeed," Yue gongzi muses, the corners of his lips lifting upwards as a contemplative expression crosses his face.

// on an unrelated note, thank you for the cooking tips!! I'll definitely keep those in mind (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) @randomingoftherandomness @evolutionsbedingt (my cookies do turn out suspiciously flat too often to be normal...?)