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But I love you.

A horrific take on dating sims

“You’ve wandered into a nearly empty town that’s full of nothing but cute girls…who all want you. What could go wrong? Just watch.”

“But I love you.” is a visual novel/dating sim for PC, Mac, and Linux…or at least, it starts off that way.  

Once you get in town, the occupants all flock to you, intrigued by the stranded newcomer. At first, they try to help in their own little ways, but as they grow attached, they try to convince you to stay with them. Forever. That’s when you notice things are very, very wrong in this town, from the datable characters to the setting. Once the player starts to notice a trend of the girls starting to be slightly, well, nuts, it becomes a puzzle horror game. The game still features multiple endings like a dating sim, some of them romantic, some where nothing happens, and a few where the player is…dead. You also have the option of ignoring all of the bad stuff and pretending everything is a-ok to keep scoring with the ladies.

The game features cute girls (obviously) with hundreds of possible expressions, over forty possible endings, timed puzzles and scavenger hunts, an original soundtrack, and fantastic artwork. Features we would like to include: a choice between male or female playable character, full voice acting, downloadable event art, unlockable scenes, special minigames, and multiple languages.

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HS YEARBOOK MEME: drunkeveryweekend asked The Lord of The Rings + Most datable - Aragorn

Tall as the sea-kings of old, he stood above all that were near; ancient of days he seemed and yet in the flower of manhood; and wisdom sat upon his brow, and strength and healing were in his hands, and a light was about him.

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“What is it?” Alec said.

“Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?”

“No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —”

“Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had.

He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth.

“Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?”

Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest.

He broke off the kiss, and drew back.

“Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning.

“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”

He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.

—  Cassandra Clare Extra
I don't know why I'm rating the datability of Lovecraft's men, but here goes

Herbert West: Good-looking and well-employed.  A misogynist if you go by the movie, but not in the original story (or A Shoggoth on the Roof.)  If his repeated attempts to find a fresh enough corpse are any indication, would not give up just because the relationship hits a rough patch.

The guy from Shadow Over Innsmouth: Based on how much time he spends describing the ugly Innsmouth people in a fascinated manner before he just gives up and chases after them, I think he might be Deep One-sexual.  Sorry.

Wilbur Whateley: Ugh.  Ugh ugh UGH.

Randolph Carter: I’m trying to think of a pun based on the word “dreamy” and should probably quit while I’m ahead.

Arthur Jermyn: Would probably kill himself, you and any resulting children if he found out one of his ancestors was Polish.  Do not date.

Charles Dexter Ward: Kind of cute in a dorky way, but could be replaced by his creepy grandfather at any moment.

Nyarlathotep: Based partly on Tesla, so he might be celibate, but can still show people a good time.  Likes to go dancing with witches and take vacations to Kadath.  I picture him looking like Morpheus in The Matrix, so I’d probably date him.

Yog-Sothoth: As good a husband as you can find this side of Aylesbury; and if you knew as much about the hills as I do, you wouldn’t ask for no better church wedding than his.

“Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?”
No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —”
“Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had.
He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth.
Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?”
Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest.
He broke off the kiss, and drew back.
“Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning.
“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”
He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.

Datable - Yixing

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Ever wondered what it’s like to date your bias?


  • Get ready to make all your friends jealous because this boy is actually perfect in every way, shape, and form.
  • Your mom calls him more than she calls you.
  • Low key you almost want to put a leash on him, not like the kinky kind but the kind that moms put on their toddlers, because 11/10 times you go to the grocery store he wanders off and you find him ten minutes later stuck inside the dairy case or something.
  • Bringing food to him when he stays late at the practice rooms, bringing a blanket to roll yourself up in as you watch him dance.
  • Visiting Changsha during the Chinese New Year, letting him play tour guide as he shows you around his hometown, despite the fact that the both of you are dying from jet lag, because his eyes are shining and his smile is wider than usual and you can’t deny him this small happiness.
  • “So, baobei, I know you sent me to the grocery store with a list, but on the way there I saw a cat and I bent over to pet it and it was really nice and soft and I don’t think it had an owner and anyway once I got to the store I realized I didn’t have the list anymore and the cat was still following me and so I wasn’t able to get anything on the list but I got a few cans of cat food to feed our new cat!”
  • “………”
  • “His name is Peanut and I love him.”
  • Your cabinets are forever full of Chinese herbal medicines.
  • Coming home to find dinner waiting on the table and him in your pink apron waiting with a smile.
  • Your parents started referring to him as their son-in-law after the first two weeks of your relationship.
  • Snapping repeatedly to get his attention.
  • “Yixing, no, Peanut does not need a friend he is not lonely he has us.”
  • “Her name is Butter and Peanut and I love her.”
  • Teaching you Chinese while you’re lying in bed trying to fall asleep, but he won’t stop giggling when you keep pronouncing things wrong, and then you’re both laughing and pretty much every night you spend with Yixing is having a slumber party with your best friend.
  • When you have a bad dream he’ll kiss away your tears, pull you close, and start singing you Chinese lullabies from his childhood until you calm down enough to sleep again.
  • He becomes the snuggliest little fluff when he’s sleepy like he literally comes home from practice and immediately drops his bag, kicks off his shoes, and flops onto you on the couch.
  • Him trying to teach you choreo because he loves you and he loves dancing so combining the two seems like the best idea ever to him.
  • Taking Epsom salt baths together when both of you are sore af afterwards.
  • Literally never fighting because he just has a way of diffusing all of your tension and finding resolution quickly, so your few disagreements are easily smoothed out in a matter of minutes.
  • Yixing can be really spacey at times, but he has a heart of gold and a simple desire to make you as happy as you can possibly be, and you couldn’t ask for anyone better to fill that task than him.
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A quick look at: smiting scenes in ancient Egyptian art. Why are they significant?

Both of the shown examples above are of Ramesses III at Medinet Habu. The first shows Ramesses smiting the enemies of Egypt before Amon-Re, who hands him a curved sword; the second image shows him smiting Canaanite enemies. 

The smiting scene is a traditional symbol of kingship in ancient Egypt, which is datable back to the Predynastic period, and is symbolic of a victorious king. These scenes include the king raising a weapon over the head of an enemy (or a large groups of them as shown in the first photo), ready to smite them. Their hair is often grabbed from above to hold them in place for their execution. These representations grew to also include lists of the conquered enemies, and reached their peak in the New Kingdom, where the inclusion of an anthropomorphic deity became standard (photo one). 

These scenes reinforced the king’s control over chaos, symbolically representing the bringing of justice (maat) to the defeated, chaotic enemy.

A few other examples:

  • One of the earliest examples, the ivory label of King Den, which was found in his tomb in Abydos, and dates to 3000 BCE. Den is shown to be striking down an Asiatic tribesman, with an inscription reading: "The first occasion of smiting the East“. This artifact is currently at the British Museum.
  • Thutmose III at Karnak, presenting the Battle of Megiddo of the 15th century BCE. Here Thutmose III is shown to be smiting Canaanite enemies.

The first photo is courtesy of Kenzyb, and the second, arancidamoeba. S. Bar, D. Kahn & J.J. Shirley’s publication Egypt, Canaan and Israel: History, Imperialism, Ideology and Literature: Proceedings of a Conference at the University of Haifa (2011) was of use when writing up this post.

No feelings allowed

You keep telling yourself you know what your doing. It’s not a real relationship because you both are not normal. You both want to have something, someone on your lives to have support, someone to share your life with, with all that crap. You want more than a friend but way less than a couple.

Something on the back on your mind said this is not okay. You already tried to have this kind of relationship and that didn’t end well, but you think this time would be different because you know better what to expect: you know him, and you know he’s almost as fucked up as you: you know his demons and he knows yours. This would work.

Your friends would think that ‘that damn thing you guys have’ is wrong, because 'what are you?’ So you both decide to keep it as a secret. It’s just your friend: of course you’re always with him, of course you text with him all the time, of course you know him well, of course you love him: 'dude, is my friend! That’s the way I love him!’ And you’re so damn good with your lies that eventually you start believing on it.

And one day, you are not his first option anymore. His text are not as fast not as funny as they used to. His kisses are different, his touch is almost cold, he’s not as talkative as usual and his mind is anywhere but with you. And one day you ask him to come over and he just can’t, without a reason because you don’t need one. And you feel like if we’re losing him, except for the fact that you have never had him.

That day, he calls you and say all the things that part of you wanted to hear, all those things you were afraid of: he says he met someone. Someone who is perfect for him for all those reasons you thought you were perfect for him, and now all those turn downs have sense: he could not see you because he was with her. And he sounds happy and proud of her: she’s so tall, so beauty. Her family is friends with his, and it’s the kind of girl whom 'every boy wants with him… She’s datable.’ And you smile and listen to him. You know he’s right, because obviously she’s more his type. But something on your mind breaks a little, cause that’s the moment you realise something.

Because something inside of your brain says that 'I told you so’ because you may be perfect for him, you can be even his soul mate, but you, honey, are fuckable not datable. What a shame.

Datable - Baekhyun

Originally posted by ohhsenshine

Ever wondered what it’s like to date your bias?


  • Lots of bickering
  • Seriously
  • So much back and forth banter between the two of you, the rest of EXO has just learned to leave the two of you alone and let you have it out.
  • Snuggling him awake because if you try to wake him up like any normal adult he’ll just whine and roll over and go back to sleep (but you don’t really mind because you love the sleepy smile he gets when he opens his eyes and sees you nuzzling into his neck).
  • Hearing him singing from anywhere in the house (and sarcastically applauding him when the song ends).
  • Back hugs literally all. the damn. time. You’re just trying to grab a shirt out of the closet and then BAM he’s back hugging you.
  • “Byun Baekhyun, tell me you did not just drop thirty dollars on Dior eyeliner.”
  • He’s such a sucker for kids like you’d probably lose him at the mall and find him cooing at a stranger’s baby while the poor mom is just like “Please….stop kissing my child……..you’re a grown ass man…….”
  • Random bouts of laughing for  no reason, you just look at each other and start giggling like a couple of schoolchildren until you’re rolling on the floor with tears streaming down your face.
  • It takes a lot to make him angry, and when he gets there, he’s liable to stay upset for days if you don’t initiate a conversation about what happened (you’re both too proud to directly apologize after an argument).
  • “Baekhyun please stop touching my butt we’re in puBLIC.”
  • Saving his ass from Kyungsoo when he (inevitably) angers the younger man to the point that you’re legitimately fearing for his life.
  • When he’s not able to come home, whether he’s on tour or his insane schedule requires him to spend the night at the dorm, he always makes sure to call you so you can hear each others voices before going to sleep.
  • Jongdae is not allowed in your house you have been pranked too many times.
  • “Jagi can you come hold this lamp at a fifty-two degree angle? I’m trying to take a selca for instagram.”
  • You can’t ever wear heels because if you’re taller than him he pouts.
  • Chanyeol lives on your couch like you’ll come home and he’s there even though Baekhyun isn’t there and hasn’t been home all day.
  • “Baekhyun I love your bandmates but you can’t just give them keys to our front door.”
  • When you’ve had a bad day he loves to pull you to his chest and sing to you and let your frustration and sadness melt until you can smile again without forcing it.
  • “Jagiya are you going to bed? Not without a goodnight kiss! Come here, gorgeous, you know the rules, you’re not allowed to go to sleep without knowing how much I love you.”
  • Honestly dating Baek would be kind of a handful at times, but you’re game, and he appreciates how willing you are to put up with his shit and embrace his dorky personality. This boy would love you with all his heart and even though he’s not a perfect guy, he’d do everything in his power to be the perfect guy for you, and you love him all the more for it.
Radiocarbon dating of Chauvet cave artworks reveals new chronology of human occupation

Radiocarbon dating in the Chauvet-Pont d'Arc cave, southern France, has revealed a new chronology of human and animal occupation of the site during the Paleolithic era. Classified as a World Heritage site in June 2014, the cave’s walls are decorated with some of the oldest prehistoric artworks ever encountered.

Previous analyses had dated the charcoal drawings back to 22,000–18,000 BC. However, the comprehensive dating program carried out in the cave now indicates a much older age (32,000–30,000 BC) for the black drawings, which are the only one in the cave datable with the radiocarbon-dating method. All the results are published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.

According to analysis of the absolute dates obtained from the artworks, as well as other data derived from traces of animal and human activity, the cave went through two distinct periods of human occupation: one from 37 to 33,500 years ago, and the other from 31 to 28,000 years ago. Additionally, the scientists found bears also took refuge in the cave until 33,000 years ago. Read more.

“Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?”

“No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —”

“Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had.

He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth.

“Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?”

—  Kissed by Cassandra Clare