gaming with your parents

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Electricity, from the How & Why Library, 1960.

A coworker of mine from a few years ago staged a yardsale last week, and amongst which was this excellent book I got for a quarter. As the introduction page tells you, this town had a power outage so Dad gives Brother and Sister a bunch of lessons about electricity plus experiments with batteries; meanwhile Mother couldn’t get any housework done without the power on. But Mother does at some point compare fuses to traffic control cops.

“often”?

Let’s play, “was I abused” game! Reblog and bold the things your parents have done to you! Italicize if you’re not sure. (copy paste it all and then bold)

Physical abuse

  • parent slapped me to prove their point/teach me a lesson
  • parent spanked me as a “punishment” saying it was for my own good
  • parent pulled on my hair to force me to move
  • parent threw things at me while angry, things heavy enough to hurt me
  • parent trapped me into a room/corner so I couldn’t escape them
  • parent hit me when I wouldn’t obey them/tried to confront them
  • parent used a twig/stick/belt to lash at my body
  • parent grabbed me to force me to pay attention to them
  • parent pinned me down and physically prevented me from escaping
  • parent brought me into situations where I feared for my life
  • parent made it painfully obvious for me that I’ll obey them or suffer injuries
  • parent threatened to beat me if I wouldn’t do as they say
  • parent forcefully fed me something I refused to eat 
  • parent made an attempt at strangling/drowning/burning me
  • parent banged my head/body into the wall/furniture
  • parent forced me into sexual activities

Emotional abuse

  • parent called me derogatory names and slurs more than once
  • parent said my name mostly with hatred and scorn in their voice
  • parent degraded and humiliated me in front of others for fun
  • parent insulted and devalued something really important to me
  • parent deprived me of something that meant the world to me
  • parent yelled and swore at me in anger more than once
  • parent blamed me for things that were out of my control/not my fault
  • parent shamed me for my physical appearance
  • parent guilt-tripped me for not pleasing them well enough
  • parent regarded me as a burden, and shamed me for needing them at all
  • parent insisted I couldn’t take a joke after I got hurt from their insults
  • parent never comforted me/got angry if I reached for comfort
  • parent punished me for crying/showing fear/showing trauma symptoms
  • parent humiliated me for showing excitement and happiness
  • parent subtly let me know that my feelings and my problems don’t matter
  • parent got angry at me for feeling depressed/angry/tired/suicidal
  • parent blamed me for feeling depressed/angry/tired/suicidal
  • parent compared me to cousins/other children to prove how I’m the worst
  • parent decided for me how I feel when it was convenient for them
  • parent told me that I was crazy/delusional/need to be locked away
  • parent threatened me with kicking me out/sending away if I don’t change
  • parent refused to accept my sexuality/tried to force it to change
  • parent required for me to act normal to protect family’s reputation
  • parent isolated me from family activities they all enjoy
  • parent assured me that nobody will ever want me 
  • parent insisted that I was lucky and that I could have had it much worse
  • parent made me responsible for their well being and made me the caretaker
  • parent insisted that their harmful acts were all made “out of love”
  • parent demanded me to be available for their requests at any time
  • parent punished me for trying to establish boundaries
  • parent destroyed my belongings as a revenge
  • parent made inappropriate sex jokes and comments in my presence
  • parent denied doing any of this and insists that all the blame is on me

Psychological Abuse

  • parent kept pointing out my flaws as proofs that I wont achieve anything
  • parent called me stupid, incompetent, ignorant, while withholding information that I needed to know in order to complete tasks
  • parent would change their side of the agreement in crucial moment and then pretend it was obvious from the start
  • parent stalked me/distrusted me without any reason/invaded my privacy
  • parent attacked my insecurities and vulnerabilities in any argument
  • parent forced me into degrading actions while they watched me do it 
  • parent threatened to leave me
  • parent accused me regularly of behaving the way they did
  • parent never acknowledged, praised or approved of my actions
  • parent always demanded they are right without any proof/explanation
  • parent insisted that they’re a great parent using financial support as proof
  • parent insisted that I should be grateful for how good they are to me
  • parent gaslighted me and tried to make me believe my memories weren’t real if I confronted them with what they did

Neglect

  • parent didn’t notice I haven’t been eating properly
  • parent didn’t notice I was sick/didn’t care for me while I was sick
  • parent didn’t notice I was injured
  • parent didn’t notice I didn’t have clothes/shoes I needed for school
  • parent didn’t notice I suffered from trauma 
  • parent didn’t notice I was anxious and stressed
  • parent didn’t notice I was depressed
  • parent didn’t notice I was cutting myself
  • parent didn’t notice I was suicidal
  • parent didn’t notice I was being sexually abused
  • parent didn’t notice I was being bullied
  • parent failed to get me medical attention when it was needed
  • parent failed to teach me the very basics of self care
  • parent didn’t seem to notice any of my needs and feelings except the absolute minimum I required to survive
  • when I notified them of these things, they denied it, accused me of lying, decided it wasn’t happening and/or blamed me for it

Financial Abuse

  • parent made me feel ashamed for needing money
  • parent made me feel like I’m a financial burden to them
  • parent only gave me minimal money to survive 
  • parent made sure I never have a decent amount of money on me
  • parent took the money I earned from me
  • parent used the money to blackmail me (if you continue this way let’s see who will pay for your bus ticket!)
  • parent insisted since they “pay for my stuff” they have the right to control my behaviour and actions
  • parent had enough money for luxury but kept me without anything
  • parent refused to get my medicine/get me medical attention because it’s too expensive while they got everything for themselves
  • parent would keep me anxious over if they would pay my expenses or not
  • parent would make me do as much work for them as possible before they would pay for a necessity
  • parent kept me in the dark over family finances even when I was of age
  • parent would make sure I never have enough money to escape them

If you bold more than 5 things, you have been through abuse. For some particular ones, even one true thing on this list means you’ve been badly harmed by your parents. Also this list is not complete, there are many more abusive behaviours not listed here, feel free to add!

Boyfriend Tag - Jeff Atkins

Request: Reader is a youtuber who is doing the boyfriend tag with her boyfriend, Jeff, when he decides to pop the question 

A/N: The reader is in BOLD || Jeff is in Italics || They were friends for 2 years and have been dating for the last 5, just for clarification.

“Hey guys, it’s (y/n) and today I’m doing the boyfriend tag with my boyfriend, Jeff!”

“I’m very nervous for this.” Jeff said, letting out a chuckle.

“You shouldn’t be, the questions are fairly simple. Okay, so I have a list of the questions on my phone. There’s 30 questions but we aren’t doing all of them. We’re only doing 17, since we’ve known each other since we were 17.”

“Alright, so you’re going to read a few and then I’ll read a few?”

“Yep! Besides some of them are for me and some of them are for you.”

“What’s the first question?”

“First question is…when and where did we meet?”

“Oh, that’s easy. We met the beginning freshman year in high school in biology class.” You smiled at the fact that he remembered. The last 7 years with him had been magical and scary, but you had never been happier with anyone else.

“Wow, I’m impressed you remembered the class. Nicely done.” Jeff smiled, looking down at his hands. You were lucky. “Okay, next one. When and where was our first kiss?”

“We had our first kiss after we won the championship game for baseball. I think it was the end of junior year.”

“I remember that day like it was yesterday. You hit the home run that made you guys win. You and two other guys scored.” You tell him, kissing him quickly. “Question three: When did you meet my parents?”

“I met your parents right after we started dating junior year. Your mom loved me and your dad talked to me about baseball.”

“I met your parents at the championship game actually. That’s when you told them we were dating.” You looked up into his crystal blue eyes, grinning at him. You considered yourself lucky that he survived his accident during his senior year, you never took anything for granted ever, but you really made sure to be grateful everyday. “Question number four: what is the first thing I do in the morning?”

“You roll away from the window and pull all the blankets with you.” You laugh, slapping his arm playfully. “But if we’re being serious, she usually gets out of bed and makes coffee.”

“When the alarm goes off, you groan and roll over. Once you actually get up, you make breakfast while I pour you coffee.”

“I don’t want to sound cocky, but I do make pretty good waffles.”

“That’s so true. They could be chocolate chip, banana, blueberry, and they all taste amazing!”

“Time for question number five. Who is my BFF?”  You couldn’t help to burst out into laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“You sounded like a girl.” Explaining it to him made you laugh even more.

“Okay, let me rephrase the question. Who is my best friend that isn’t you?”

“Probably Clay. He tutored you in high school, he helped you get me. I think you guys have a lot of history together. What about me?”

“I think Hannah. She was there for you the entire time I was in the hospital after my accident. She was there when I couldn’t be. I think that that’s an important quality in a friend.”

“Aw, Jeff you’re not supposed to make me cry.” He looked down at you as you looked up at him. His arm wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into his side before he gently kisses the top of your head. The questions continued for several minutes and consisted of very different questions like your favorite animal or his favorite food. Eventually you reached the 16th question. “Okay, question number sixteen. Complete this sentence: My girlfriend is __________”

“My girlfriend is…my everything.” You grab his hand and intertwine his fingers with yours.

“My boyfriend is…the one person who completely understands me.” Jeff looks down at your hand and squeezes it lightly.

“I’m making up the last question. I promise it’ll be a good one.”

“Go ahead, Atkins. I trust you.”

“Okay,” He stood up before getting on one knee, pulling the ring from his back pocket of his jeans. “My question is…will you marry me?”

13 rw jocks as your neighbors

warning: nothing, maybe one curse word

a/n: this is pretty random but i thought it would be fun! and let’s just pretend episode 10 didn’t happen

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Fun Video Game Asks for you and your cool friends

1. First game you played obsessively?
2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc.
3. Who did you play with as a kid?
4. Who do you play with now?
5. Ever use cheat codes?
6. Ever buy strategy guides?
7. Any games you have multiple copies of?
8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection?
9. Most regrettable purchase?
10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours?
11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games?
12. Ever get picked on for liking games?
13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has?
14. Favorite game music?
15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick?
16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL?
17. Ever lose a friend over a game?
18. Would you date someone that hates gaming?
19. Favorite handheld console?
20. Game that you know like the back of your hand?
21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now?
22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories?
23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into?
24. First Pokemon game?
25. Were you ever an arcade game player?
26. Ever form any gaming rivalries?
27. Game that makes you rage?
28. Ever play in a tournament?
29. What is your gaming set up?
30. How many consoles do you own?
31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches?
32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic?
33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games?
34. Do either of your parents play video games?
35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop?
36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game?
37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination?
38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like?
39. A sequel that you would die for them to make?
40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls?
41. A genre that you just can’t get into?
42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness?
43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else?
44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters?
45. How are you at Mario Kart?
46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon?
47. Do you like competitive games?
48. How long does it take your to customize your player character?
49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character?
50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create?
51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep?
52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid?
53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days?
54. Do you give in to Steam sales?
55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them?
56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests?
57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements?
58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick?
59. Do you play any cell phone games?
60. Do you know the Konami Code?
61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever?
62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game?
63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament?
64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming?
65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file?
66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it?
67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share?
68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool?
69. In your opinion, best game ever made?
70. Very first game you ever beat?

Twin

Originally posted by jugheadjones94

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1661

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, the usual…

Anon Requested

A/N: I’ve been listening to a lot of Twenty Pilots lately… Don’t know why that was important but… Anyway, I hope y'all like this one! I will really try to post a lot more. Love you guys!


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To be blunt, having a twin sucked ass. Well, with your experience it did. At least you were the older one, which had to count for something. Ok so there was a two minute difference between the two of you, but you used the leverage when you could. 

 Reggie was always a little asshole, even when the both of you were kids. He always stole your toys out of your hands claiming they were his. And he was the perfect golden boy in your parents eyes. His arrogance only sky rocketed with their parental encouragements. 

He was always very popular in school. Had the coolest friends, was part of all the sports teams, and when he came of age, dated the prettiest girls. You on the other hand were always different. 

You preferred reading and staying indoors rather than playing with everyone else. Of course your parents still forced you to try out for sports, (you soon enough became partial towards softball.) 

 Your stupid brother and his rather loud reputation never meant well for you. Everyone knew he had twin, but never bothered to really get to know you, always assuming you were like your brother. 

Nonetheless, writing was your specialty. You always had a way with words. You knew from an early age you wanted to major in some sort of English profession, whether it be teaching it or writing it. In fact, that’s how you ended up meeting your current boyfriend Jughead Jones. 

At first he was skeptical of you, but once the both of you clicked, it was one of the best things to happen to both of you. Thinking back on the whole start of it all always brought a smile to your face. 

“Ok girls, I’ll see you guys next practice.” You had hollered over to your teammates before swinging your backpack over your shoulder as they all shouted their own farewells. You left the school grounds and decided to go to Pop’s. One, because their food was amazing and two, you were hoping you could get some work done in the usually peaceful setting. 

 You made the effort to walk over there even though your sore limbs protested greatly. Once you got in to the beloved Diner, you went up to the counter and ordered your usual before going to find a seat. 

 As you walked through the small building, your eyes locked with stormy blue ones for a few short seconds. And in that short amount of time you were intrigued. He watched you with a weary stance, as if he were mapping out your every move before you executed it. 

You’d seen him before. Jughead Jones, he was in your English class. But you never talked, just silently drifted off into the lesson given that day. With a split second thought you decided to approach him as you waited for your food. 

“Hi.” You said hesitantly, immediately beating yourself up on the inside for making a fool out of your self for coming over. Hi? Really, that’s all you could come up with? You reprimanded as you stayed silent and watched him. 

 Of course all that had happened in a moments thought and he actually replied quickly. “Hi.” He said with an unsure look. You looked around and noticed he had a laptop out that he was typing in, taking up your interest you decided to try and make conversation out of it. “What are you doing?” You asked as you nodded over at his device. 

He looked to see what you were referring with a quickly glance and replied with a short worded answer. “Writing.” You grinned, you had a passion for the subject. Deciding to trust your gut, you sit yourself in front of him and smile brightly. “What are you writing about?” You asked. He still looked unsure of you, although, these types of looks weren’t unusual when you met new people. Mostly because Reggie and his erratic behavior met them first. 

 "Why do you want to know?“ He asked with an eyebrow raised. “Oh, I love writing. I hope to have a career to do with the subject one day.” You answered as you messed with your fingers over the table. 

 "Hm.“ He said in thought. “What?” You asked. He shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I just figured that the twin sister of the oh so famous Reggie Mantle would be more.. well, Reggie-like.” “Well, I play softball if that’s what you mean. But otherwise I’ve always been the more soft spoken one I guess. My brother is just a real pain in my ass all the time.” You huffed as you crossed your arms. 

 "Interesting.“ He looked at you for a few seconds, considering whether he could trust you. He smiled when he saw the genuine curiosity in your eyes. "Well if you must know, I’m writing a novel.” “That’s awesome! About what?” You asked. “Riverdale.” “Well that was descriptive.” You retorted as he cracked a grin. 

 Your food finally came out at that time, your fries looked exceptionally delicious. “Wanna share?” To which he grinned. 

 That encounter alone sparked on many more encounters after that. After meeting up 5 more times after that first one, he asked you out. You obviously hid it from your brother, neither of you could even imagine the torment that would come. 

 The both of you had been together for a little over 6 months now. A whole summer had passed and the two of you were still going strong. When sophomore year started, softball started again too. 

 He always went to your games and was the cute supportive boyfriend. Whenever you made a home run he was always right there for you. And it wasn’t like your brother ever went to your games so you never had to worry. 

When you had started dating Jughead, his three other friends adopted you in their group and they were all for your secret relationship, never bringing it up when Reggie was around. Archie came close a couple times to spilling the beans but Betty and Veronica usually kept him in check. 

 It was a particularly sunny day when another softball game had taken place. It was the final game of the season, which meant your parents were obligated to come too. However, this meant they were forcing Reggie to be “supportive” of his sister. Of course Jughead had come to watch. 

You were the best pitcher on the team so that was the position assigned on the field for you. Before you ran out with your teammates, you gave Jughead a quick kiss, promising to see him afterwards. You didn’t realize your brother had come to your game until your eyes had met when you made it to the pitchers mound. 

He smirked but applauded with everyone else, cheering you on. The first batter on the other team made it to the plate and hit the bat against the ground a couple of times before getting into position. You smirked and readied your arm before pitching. 

 The game lasted a couple of hours, your team winning by a home run (that you had made). Your entire team was hollering as was the crowd. Your parents told you they were proud of you and that’s when you noticed Reggie was missing. 

 "Hey, where Reg?“ You asked your parents. Your mom wasn’t paying attention to you as she typed away on her phone. "He went to talk to someone I think.” Your dad said before leading his wife away to the car. 

 You shrugged before going to find your boyfriend. When you found him, you realized he wasn’t alone, Reggie was with him. “Oh god.” You muttered under your breath as you approached them. 

“Oh, hey sis. Good job on your game.” He said before continuing his malicious staring at Jughead. “Reggie, what are you doing?” You asked. He turned to you again. “Just finding my answers from this little freak here.” He turned back to Jughead who only looked at him with a pissed stare. 

 "So, are you gonna answer my question? It was you who killed Blossom huh?“ "I didn’t.” Jug spat. “What’s it to you anyway Reggie? Just leave him alone.” You said as your eyes met Jughead’s a couple times. “Because my coach has been non-stop breathing down my neck thinking it was me! I figured I can try to catch the person who did it so he’d leave me alone. And I bet it was him.” Reggie stayed as he looked at Jughead.

 "Reggie stop. Leave Jughead alone, he didn’t do anything.“ You said as you tried to shove Reggie away from him. "Oh, so you’re friends and with the little freak. Wouldn’t put it past you, you’ve always been weird. You know, I wonder if it was you that killed him.” He said. Your jaw dropped. 

“What the hell Reggie. Are you really accusing me of murder!? Murder Reggie, that’s insane. And besides, you know I was at an early softball practice on July 4th. And Jughead and I met up right after to hang out so why don’t you take your stupid accusations somewhere else.” You snapped at your brother. 

 "Why are you protecting him? This little geek is just a stupid nobody that nobody likes.“ He growled. "I like him! Reggie, he’s sweet, and funny, and caring… and all the things you aren’t!” He stopped and stared at you analyzing your words carefully. 

 "Wait… are you two… oh no way.“ His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the two of you. "Back off Reggie.” You spat as he his shoulders slumped and he walked off giving you one last glare before disappearing around the corner. 

 You grinned as you looked over to Jughead who was in shock. “Well, so much for not telling him.” He commented with a sly smirk before wrapping you in his arms and congratulating you on your win.


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Jughead Tag List@casismyguardianangel​ @lazyimaginewriter​ @carmineofmidgard​ @captainsuperfangirl​ @tegan-eva​ @mikymouse1999​ @hannsipannsi

Forevers Tag List: 

@noisyinfluencerstrawberry​ @bananakid42​ @itstenafterfour​ @riverdaleaesthetic​ @deanackles67​ @multi-madison

Sex in cartoons, then and now

Then…

The Simpsons: “Hey, maybe your parents are still having sex!”

King of the Hill: “Hey, maybe your parents are still having sex, but you shouldn’t ask them about it because that’s rude.”

Family Guy: “Hey, maybe your parents are still having sex while wearing tight leather and pretending they’re characters from movies, cartoons, and games!”

South Park: “Hey, maybe your parents are still having sex even though they should stop because they’re old and gross and do weird experimental things because they’re bored of each other!”

Now…

The Amazing World of Gumball: “Your parents were pregnant before they were married and keep their bedroom door closed for a reason.”

Star vs the Forces of Evil: “Your parents have seen each other naked more than you’ve seen yourself naked.”

The Loud House: “Your parents got thrown out of a hotel because they got caught playing grab-ass in the pool.”

Steven Universe: “Your parents are definitely still having sex. It’s a beautiful, wonderful bonding experience, it feels good on so many levels, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll understand sooner than you think. Now sit back, relax, and let me scare you half to death with some out of left field body-horror and themes of war, murder, and betrayal.”

Ever After Legacy

Made by the wonderful and beautiful Wolfy And @emmasimming

(If it says you move into an apartment and you don’t have city living move to a small house)

Generation One – You Love Him, You Love Him Not– You just moved out of your parents home and now it’s your time to shine! But what will you do when two guys make you fall in love?

Rules:

Must marry someone and have at least 2 kids with them

Each child must have a bad trait

Divorce your first husband after 2 kids or more

Must have 2 husbands

Generation Two – Love Is A Game – You grew up in a broken family you only ever had one love in high school you could never get over him/her after they went off to college. After that you couldn’t get over it. They were your first love, Until you met..

Rules:

Must have high school sweetheart then he/she move

Complete the postcard collection

Master Charisma Skill

Generation Three – Lone Wolf – After your parents kicked you out you had no other choice but to move into a small apartment, all you ever wanted to do in life is paint, but everyone tells you to give up on your dreams, maybe…. Just maybe for once you don’t care what people say….. DO IT ANYWAY!

Rules:

Must be in the painter career

Must have creative as a trait

Must have a different sense of style

Generation Four – Beyond People – Your Parents have always embarrassed you all throughout your life because of their political views sense of style and because they enrolled you in some hippy school and just have always been well different than everyone else’s family’s.. You’ve alway just wanted to be alone and just get away from them so that’s what you did

Rules:

Runaway as a teen

Have one kid

Must Become politician

As an adult begin to talk to your parents again

Must master the politician career

Generation Five – Different – You’ve always known you were different then the rest of your family, Things have always been different throughout highschool and your school years you never dated a person throughout school but you always thought that you would be perfect because of your mom being a politician and all but that never happened you grew up to figure out that you were lesbian/gay and became a journalist it turned out to be a pretty good life

Rules:

Must be In love with the someone who’s of the same gender as your character

Must be in the in the writer career then join the journalist branch

Must never date anyone is high school

Must adopt at least one child

Person you adopt must be male and become the heir

Generation Six – Asteroid – Your parents were lesbian/gay you were made fun of those dumb bullies that didn’t support gay/lesbian marriage. But you didn’t let it get to you because you knew you were unique. One day you were at home playing Xbox games and your parents called you upstairs to tell you something. You were 16 and a half. Your parents needed to tell you something important.. “You’re adopted“ Is what came out of their mouth at the same time.

Rules:

The heir but be of the male gender

Master video gaming skill

Meet an alien

Generation Seven – Friends – You’ve always had this one friend ever since you were in diapers. You learned how to walk together you learned how to talk together, They even introduced you to your first love which lasted. You guys seem like you’ll be friends till your grey and old!

Rules:

Must have one friend all throughout your life

Must have that friend introduce you to your first love

Must cause drama in between life

Generation Eight –  Internet Lovers – You grew up in love with this one guy/girl that you had never met you were instant friends when you met online. One day he/she texted and said he was coming to Oasis Springs. A few days later the day he/she came you guys met and they kissed you. You guys have been inseparable ever since

Rules:

Must meet someone and only talk to them on the phone once your half way done being a young adult meet them

Must live in Oasis Springs

Have 1 Child together

Go on dates every weekend

Generation Nine – Raining Dates – You Seemed to love everyone, Every guy you met you seemed to date for at least a week you never knew why or how but it happened

Rules:

Must have Serial Romantic aspiration

Must date at least 6 people

Have 2 kids

Generation Ten – Hold Them Tight – You Always had a normal life and sibling(s) your mom/dad being really annoying and dating so many people throughout your childhood you woke up in your friends, house and there was someone next to you. You were very confused nothing happened it was just your distance friends creepy brother but you being weird as well laughed you guys have been close ever since you guys ended up getting married but one day your partner got really sick..

Rules:

Must have lover get sick and move out for as long as you want

Must be dectective

Must complete the mysims collection

Must complete whatever aspiration you choose

I Dare You (M)

word count: 4.5k

genre: smut; college AU + part time model!hyungwon

pairing: reader/hyungwon

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summary: it was a simple party and everything was going fine until minhyuk decided it’s time to spice it up. his idea? it ends up making you and your ex-crush hyungwon get a lot closer than you could’ve ever imagined. 

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Little Sister

Brett Talbot X Reader

Word Count: 515

Requested: Anon

Request: Could you do A Brett talbot imagine where he meets your 5 year old little sister

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Brett has asked you to come to his Lacrosse game, you wanted to go but then your parents asked you to babysit, Brett said that you could bring you little sister with you. Your parents had met Brett but most of the time your little sister had steered clear of him, it was your parents anniversary so that was why you were babysitting. So now you were chasing her around the house trying to get her ready. “Will you get back here.” You called, there was a knock at your door drawing your attention “It’s open!” You called standing up to take a breath, you’d been chasing your sister around for about an hour now.

“Are you missing something?” Brett asked walking in with your sister on his hip.

“I swear every time that we have places to go,” You mumbled as he sat in front of you, you grabbed the baby wipes and cleaned her face “You are a mess.”

“She’s cute,” Brett argued as he bounced her on his knee making her laugh.

“Mmm, ” You hummed as you put your shoes on. You walked over to the front door and grabbed her coat you turned to see Brett whispering something in her ear you raised an eyebrow as you asked “ready?”

“Totally.” Brett smiled standing up and taking the coat from you and helping her put it on.

“What did he tell you?” You asked.

“It’s a secret.” she whispered.

You were up on the bleachers after (Y/S/N) insisted that you sat down, you made sure that she ha a drink and something to eat while she watched the game, you were fussing over her when a shadow loomed over you, you glanced up and saw Brett “You okay?” You asked.
“Yeah are you okay?” he asked. You nodded and he leant down and kissed your forehead before ruffling your sister’s hair and running off before she could get him back. (Y/S/N) watched the game intently.
“(Y/N) what colour is Brett,” she asked.
“Green.” You smiled she then looked back at the field before talking again.
“What number?” she asked.
“28.” You answered and watched as her eyes searched the field for the number printed on the back of a green jersey. The game ended in a draw and you both waited for Brett to finish changing before you could go home. When he came out (Y/S/N) was leant up against you side falling asleep. Brett smiled before shifting his bag and then picking her up. “Let’s get going beautiful.” Brett smiled sticking his hand out for you to take.

You got home fairly quickly and put her in bed, once that was done you got changed yourself and climbed into bed resting your head on Brett’s shoulder before sighing. “I didn’t think she liked me,” Brett admitted while playing with your hair.
“She likes you.” You mumbled.
“Like you?” he asked.
“No, I love you.” You answered sleepily.
“I love it when you’re tired,” Brett smirked and you groaned before snuggling closer and finally falling asleep.

*Part 2*

Requests and general question!

  • Edward: At what age did your parents realise you were a genius?
  • Ciel: Oh... I thought you were going to end that sentence some other way.
  • Edward: What were you thinking?
  • Ciel: "At what age did your parents realise you were a fucking moron?"
Andromeda Positivity

Okay, so I realize I was being a Negative Norman yesterday so I wanted to switch it up today and list a few things I really appreciate about what I’ve seen of Andromeda.

1. The voice acting and dialogue writing feels realistic and flows well. There were rarely times in the released content that I felt thrown off by someone saying something overly corny or that didn’t suit the situation.

2. The movement animation is actually gorgeous in many instances. There are so many small movement’s of the character’s body that contribute to making them feel less stiff and more realistic. I don’t feel like I’ve seen anything like it before in a game that allows you to create a custom character.

3. Your sibling and parent change to match your appearance and it seems done fairly well.

4. Liam Kosta continues to be a total babe. He’s sweet and friendly and I trust him with my life. If he won’t be my boyfriend then we have top notch best friend material. Every interaction I’ve seen with him has subtly revealed him to be sweet, agreeable, and an absolute fucking cinnamon roll. Honestly I want to protect the hell out of him. “You take a risk for the right reason and it’s supposed to work!” Tbh I would play this game just because Liam is in it.

5. The Angara. They come off so passionate and compassionate and I’m so ready to meet them and fall in love with another ME alien race. The scene where Jaal punches someone and then hugs him and they share a hug watered my crops, cleaned my kitchen, and drove my children to school.

6. Drack is your adopted father and leans on your shoulder to sleep during movie night.

7. The opening feels really authentic and exciting. I watched about half of the first 45 minutes video before I felt like it was too much, but the beginning was exciting and though predictable, still a lot of fun. It really demonstrated the level of technological advances that are available, significantly more than I felt any moment of the original series.

Auston Matthews - One Big Happy Family

“Hiii! Could you please do an Auston Matthews pregnancy imagine. Thaaaank you” - @jessicaa1994

Okay I got really into this and I hope you like it!

Word count: 1342
Warnings: none.
it’s basically all fluff.

_X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_ • _X_

Being in a doctor’s office always made you nervous. Your period was very irregular and you wanted to see what you could do about it. The last thing you expected to hear was that you are already three months pregnant. It wasn’t unusual for you to go a couple months without your period so you didn’t think anything of it.
“We’re going to transfer you to a different room so we can do an ultrasound.” The doctor said.
“Can I call my boyfriend first? I think he should be here for this.” You say, still shocked at the events that have unfolded within this doctor’s visit.
The phone rang twice before he answered.
“Hey, babe. How did the check-up go?”
“Uhm, you need to come to the hospital. There’s news you need to be here for.”
“I’m on my way.”

He was there within 5 minutes. You were barely getting set up in your new room when he appeared in the doorway. The floor specialty and the equipment in the room was a dead giveaway of what the news could be.
“Hey,” he said, out of breath.
“Hey,” you smiled at him. He stood beside your bed and gave you a kiss.

Once the image of the baby appeared on the screen, Auston began to cry.
“We’re really having a baby.” He said, wiping away his tears. He was holding your hand and squeezing it.
The doctor left you two to talk.
“I had no idea or I would’ve taken a test sooner.” You tell him.
“It doesn’t even matter. I’m just so happy that it’s happening.” He smiled down at you.

You two had never actually talked about kids or having a family yet. There was always small talk about a house and marriage but, kids were never a highlight of any discussion. Back at his apartment, while cuddling with him on the couch, you began to wonder how much this was going to change everything.
“Do you want a boy or a girl?” You asked Auston. He looked concentrated on coming up with an answer. Then he began to rub your belly.
“I think I want a little girl. I loved having little sisters. I think I’d do pretty good having a baby girl.” He finally answered.

The day of her birth came and it was all sorts of hectic. Auston had a home game when your water broke at your apartment. Auston’s parents had been staying with you all week in anticipation of your baby’s arrival. His dad was at the game so they could easily be in contact with Auston as his mom took you to the hospital.
“Breathe, honey.” Ema told you, while trying to breathe at a pace you could keep up with.
You were being wheelchaired into the hospital that you were set up to deliver at. It was only a few blocks from the ACC.
“Where’s Auston?” You asked as you were given a room and they were setting you up for delivery.
“Brian and Auston are on their way.” Ema reassured you.
The doctor and nurses were encouraging you to push but you didn’t, you couldn’t, do it without Auston by your side. You began crying out of frustration.
“Ema, please wait in the hallway until Auston gets here. I need him here as soon as possible.” You cried out.
Ema was quick to leave the room while nurses continued to encourage you to push.
It felt like an eternity but you finally heard running down the hallways and Auston burst into the room still in most of his gear. It was like a weight lifted off your shoulders as soon as he entered the room.
“You got this babe.” Auston said, by your side, holding your hand and occasionally giving you kisses on the head for encouragement. Auston was all the encouragement you needed to make it through the rest of the labor.
Your daughter was born healthy and already with a head full of hair. You were the first to hold her and the nurses were quick to give Auston a robe and gloves to hold the baby. Since it wasn’t ideal that he was still in hockey gear covered in sweat.
Your little family was given an hour of alone time and it felt like a lifetime. Everything changed so fast. During your skin-to-skin session with your daughter, Auston got washed up and changed so he could hold her properly.
“She’s so tiny.” He said in awe. You couldn’t stop smiling at both of them.
“Do you want to hold her?” You asked him. His eyes filled with fear.
“How do I do it?” He asked. You scooted over on your bed so he could prop himself beside you. You gently handed her off to Auston.
“Hi, little baby. I’m your daddy.” He told her. She was squirming a little but her eyes were closed.
“I can’t believe we made a baby.” He said, resting his head on yours.
“I can’t believe we are parents.” You whispered. His eyes got wide again.
“I’m a Dad.” He whispered.
“You’re a daddy.” You chuckled.

Hours had past and family had come and gone. You were both getting more comfortable with holding your newborn as well as letting others. Finally, Willy and Mitch came to visit. They were the two teammates you wanted to see the most.
“we got a new little player?” Willy asked.
“She might need to learn to walk first before we put her out on the ice.” You laughed.
“Thank goodness she looks like you (y/n).” Mitch chimed in. Auston gave him a glare but then shrugged in agreement.
“Can I hold her?” Mitch asked sheepishly, “I know how to hold babies real well!”
You handed her off to him and he was so carefully rocking her back and forth.
“What’s her name?” Willy asked. You and Auston looked at each other, then, in unison, “Nylah Michelle Matthews.”
“Is that, is that after us?” Mitch pieced together. You nodded. Willy did a victory dance.
“This is the coolest thing ever!” Willy squealed. They both took turned being in awe over her.
“Hey, babe.” Auston scooted himself close to you in the bed.
“Mhm?” You asked.
“Since the baby is finally in someone else’s hands,” he said, grabbing your hands in his, “and since everything is absolutely perfect.” He paused and took a second to look deep into your eyes while stroking your face.
“Would you do me the honor, of sharing the same last name as me and Nylah?” He pulled a ring out of his pocket and held it in front of you. You thought you were all out of emotions for the day but you could feel tears starting to form. You couldn’t speak, just nod your head endlessly while he placed the ring on your finger. He smiled and a tears fell from his face as he kissed you. Little did both of you know that Willy took this intimate moment as an opportunity to take a selfie of all 5 of you in the room. Mitch was holding the baby with a big grin on his face, you and Auston were in the back kissing with your engagement ring fully visible, and Willy just looked like he won the lotto with how big of a smile he had.
“CONGRATULATIONS! And can I pleeaaaseee post this big happy family photo??” Willy begged.
You rolled your eyes and laughed, “go for it. Now people will stop bugging Auston about the status of his relationship with me.”
“Seriously, you guys gave her the best name ever.” Mitch said while still gently rocking her back and forth.
“Named her after our two favorite girls.” Auston chirped.
Everyone rolled their eyes. Mitch passed your daughter back to you and the boys eventually left.
“How does day one as the Matthews family feel?” Auston asked you, stroking your hair as you were resting with Nylah in your arms.
“It’s the best feeling in the world.” You smiled.

Originally posted by laurafortino

Evgeni Malkin #1 - English

Anon asked: Hey, I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a Evgeni Malkin where he’s nervous talk to you because he doesn’t speak English that well.

This prompt really got away from me and ended up being the longest one I’ve written. I am wearing a Malkin t-shirt jersey as I type this and I promise that it was a coincidence. I love him way more than I probably should. I took the liberty of adding in Bryan Rust as a character to work out some plot holes so I hope that is okay! I hope you enjoy reading this an much as I enjoyed writing this!


You loved working in a bakery especially one you owned but sometimes being your own boss was tough. You were usually the first one in and that last one out but today you finally pawned off the late shift to someone else and left early. You felt guilty of course, it was your bakery so it almost felt like cheating when someone else did the work. If it hadn’t been for the insistent nagging of your younger brother to come support him at work you wouldn’t have left. You were the older sister to Bryan Rust a winger for the Pittsburgh Penguins and thorn in your side. They made it through to the second round of the playoffs as you expected but you would never let him know that. Each player was allotted a certain number of tickets per game and you insisted that it was only right that your parents and your other brother Matt got to go. You made excuses about being busy at work which were half true and finally he had enough. Bryan, armed with a jersey and threat to call your mother showed up during your lunch break to directly ask you to come to their game.

“Bryan you know I can’t leave when there is so much to get done!”

He pulled his best wounded look, “it’s like you don’t care about me or something.”

“You know that isn’t true.”

“Prove it to me,” he crossed his arms, “come to the game tonight and as proof of attendance you have to meet me after in the locker room.”

You looked down at the stack of order forms on your desk, “fine. Yeah I’ll be there.”

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One Last Time

Title: One Last Time
Pairing:
Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Type:
Fluff/Angst/Smut
Word Count: 2k
Warnings:
Sad moments, swearing, angst-y af, and some smut for y’all nasties
A/N: I decided to write this to join in on @rememberstilinski‘s Lacrosse Week. I hope it’s good. I wanted to dive deep into backstory and detail so let me know what you think and if you guys wanna see more fics with this format.

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

It was your first day at Beacon Hills High School. Your parents decided to pack up and move before your Junior year started meaning saying goodbye to all your already high school friends and dreading making new ones. The school near your new house didn’t seem to be too bad and was very into a sport called Lacrosse. You’ve never heard of it but when the first game came around, you decided to go to try and meet some players and fellow students. 

On the night of the game, you asked your parents for a ride to school so you could watch the game. They gladly agreed thinking that you had a ton of friends you were meeting up with. You didn’t want to burst their bubble so you went along with it the entire ride to campus. 

The game had just started when you got to the bleachers to find a seat. There was a small spot open near the bottom and you took it, not wanting to be stuck up too high with no view of the game or the players. The crowd began to cheer on certain player numbers as the game started. You just kind of awkwardly sat there, trying to go unnoticed. It was a pretty easy game to understand and you weren’t against liking it. 

Soon enough there was a few moments left in the game and you noticed a certainly incredible player running past every person and making the winning shot at the last second. You were impressed but also very tired. You lightly yawned as everyone in the bleachers scatters towards the players. You look around and decide to head out to the parking lot, while you wait for you parents to get you. 

“The stars look really beautiful tonight.” A voice says behind you causing you to whip your head to see where it came from. A boy with ruffled hair and deep brown eyes who seemed about your age stood there, gazing up at the stars. 

“Y-yeah, they are.” You glance up as you reply but quickly look back at the parking lot, searching for our parents’ car. 

“I’m Stiles. Or 24 as my jersey states.” He chuckled awkwardly which comforted you a bit knowing he was just as nervous to talk to you as you were him. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I think I have you in my English class.” He remembered. 

You simply nodded before noticing your parents has pulled into the parking lot. You and Stiles said your goodbyes and promised to sit together at lunch on Monday. 


After a few months of being friends with Stiles, he asked you if you wanted to come over to his house while his dad was at work for a movie night. It was basically a date and you honestly were very excited for it.

You walked the few blocks from your house to Stiles’. You knocked on the door and within seconds, Stiles opened it up with a huge grin on his face. He lead you upstairs to his bedroom where you noticed he already had some snacks prepared and a movie ready to play on his laptop. 

You blushed at how much trouble he went to make this first date fun and comfortable for you. 

“I picked Star Wars but if you don’t want to watch it, we can find something else.” He rambled, obviously nervous.

“It’s perfect.” You smiled which calmed him down almost instantly. 

He crawled onto the bed and patted the spot next to him where you eagerly crawled to as he propped the laptop on a small table over his legs, angled to where both of you had a clear view of the screen. The movie started and while Stiles was glued to the screen you were focused on Stiles himself. His eyes lit up watching the movie and you adored it. Your eyes fell to his lips and all you wanted to do was kiss him but for all you knew, this could’ve just been another friendly movie night to him. 

Once the end credits began, he closed the laptop and place the table on the ground before turning in your direction to see you asleep. He laughed but then just stared at how your lips pouted in your sleep and how perfectly your hair fell around and on your face. He poked your cheek, waking you up. 

“Hmm?” You squinted your eyes and looked around, realizing you were still at Stiles’. “Oh, shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to fall aslee-” Stiles cut you off quickly by crashing his lips into yours and you didn’t hesitate to follow the movements of his mouth. You both pulled away with your eyes still shut, taking in the bliss of each others’ taste. 

“I’ve honestly wanted to do that for so long.” He whispered against your lips. 

“Then do it again.” You gripped his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a deep groan from him.

He rolled over on top of you and kissed you harder than before. There was more need than love in this kiss and you didn’t mind it one bit.


Finally, graduation was approaching and your relationship with Stiles hit a hard bump in the road. He had decided to go to college in the East while you wanted to go North. The state universities you both were going to attend were practically across the map from each other. You could never do a long-distance relationship and neither could Stiles. You both were too physical and clingy for it to ever work out. You were going to be moving to a new state right after you graduated but Stiles wanted you to stay until the end of summer, right before classes would start but you were too eager to get out of your parents house. 

“Y/N, will you please reconsider staying a bit longer? I just want a few more months with you.” He pleaded.

“Stiles, I already put down a payment on an apartment out there. I’m due to move in within two weeks. If I don’t, I’ll lose the room.”

“I know…I just don’t want to let you go yet.” His voice rose a bit. 

“You think I want to say goodbye to you? Do you actually think this is any easier for me for to say goodbye to my best friend and boyfriend?” 

“Well you seem so fucking eager to leave me and everyone behind to start a new life across the country. We haven’t even had sex in a few months due to you planning your move and figuring out everything while I’ve been here just wanting to have as many last moments with you as I can before you say fuck it and leave me forever.” He practically yelled.

“You’re an asshole, Mieczyslaw.” Your voice cracked before you turned to walk towards your car and drove home. You thanked God that your parents were home to ask you a million questions so you ran up into your room and slammed the door shut. Tears were unstoppable as they gushed down you cheeks while you gathered up all of Stiles’ stuff. As you were throwing old t-shirts and gifts into a box, you found an his backup lacrosse jersey that he gave to you a while back. You froze before taking off your top and putting on the oversize jersey. Your heart dropped as you remembered the day that he let you have this.


You shivered in his car as he drove you home from the town carnival. Stiles soon enough noticed the goosebumps on your arms.

“You cold, baby?” He asked softly.

“A little. But I’m fine, really.” You lightly smiled at him. Before you could object he reached around his seat and grabbed a lacrosse jersey, handing it to you. 

“Stiles, I said I’m fine.”

“No buts. Take it. I can tell your about to become a popsicle.”

You happily accepted the jersey and slid it onto your torso. It was warm and smelt of Stiles cheap cologne. As he reached your house, you went to pull off the jersey but Stiles quickly stopped you.

“Keep it. Wear it to bed so it feels like I’m there with you, keeping you warm.” He leaned over the console and kissed you before you got out of the car and went inside.


A knock on the door pulled you out of your mind. 

“Go away.” You shouted but the door still opened. You looked up expecting your mom or dad but it was Stiles who stood in the doorway, tears filled his eyes as he looked at your body, noticing you were wearing his jersey.

“Your parents let me in.” His voice gravelly from crying.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Stiles.”

“Then just listen. I know that you’re leaving and I have to accept that. I know that long distance isn’t going to work for us but I love you with all my heart, Y/N.” He sat down next to you and took your hand in his. “Graduation is next week and you’ll be gone the day after but I was just hoping for one last time. One last kiss. One last touch. One last taste before you go.” 

You didn’t respond, only leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. Soon enough, he kiss deepened and Stiles crawled on top of you, pushing you down on the bed. Your hands found his gelled hair and gently pulled on his causing Stiles to moan into the kiss. One hand held him above you but he decided to glide the other down your body until he reached your shorts. He fumbled with the buttons a bit before undoing them and wiggling his hand inside but still outside your panties. Your breathing hitched as he pushed his digits onto your clit, rubbing slow circles. You pulled away from the kiss and threw your head back. Stiles attached his lips to your neck, sucking and biting at the skin. He pulled his hand out and kneeled up, undoing his own jeans. His erection was straining in his briefs but you decided to tease him more. You pushed him down onto his back and straddled him. He smirked, loving when you took control. You ground yourself against him, earning a deep moan. 

“Shh, we gotta be quiet. My parents are downstairs, remember.” You whispered next to his ear. 

You got off of him for a quick second to take off your shorts before crawling back on top of him. You reached into his briefs and pulled out his erection, stroking it painfully slow. 

“Y/N…fuck, please don’t tease me. I need to feel you.” He whimpered.

You rose up on your knees, pushing your panties to the side and aligning him with your entrance. You slid down on top of him while you bit your lip, suppressing moans as best you could. His hands gripped your hips as you began to rock on top of him. You slid the jersey above you chest, giving his access to your breasts. He kept one hand on your hips, helping you find a good rhythm while the other gripped your tits, kneading them hard. He thrusted upwards, meeting you half way to help get deeper inside you. 

“God, Y/N, you feel so good.” He grunted.

“Stiles, I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too, baby. Just let go.” 

Just like that, you were clenching around his and your legs were shaking. He lifted you off of him and wrapped his hand around himself, finishing on both of your guys’ stomachs. You both were panting messes. Stiles reached behind your bed frame and pulled out a towel before wiping up the mess he made on the both of you.

“Good thing you didn’t move this.” He chuckled. You slid your shirt down as you got up and pulled you shorts back on while Stiles tucked himself back in his pants, re-buttoning them.

Once you were both dressed again, you crawled into his arms and just laid there for a while. You looked up at him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you, Mieczyslaw.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

Blue Whale Game 🐋

Dear Teens,

This is a message for you because I care.
Please don’t let be lured into playing the “Blue Whale Game”!
It killed 130 teens in Russia, it killed teens in ROMANIA, it killed teens in Hungary, it killed teens in Great Britain, it killed teens in…
It isn’t worth to play this game. Your life is worthy​. You have a bright future ahead.
WHY let be controlled by a game that makes your life a living hell and which makes​ you in the end to take your own life, literally​.
WHY make people that love you and care about you, suffer?
I know you need something, an adrenaline rush, I know you need something that makes you feel alive and feel risky.
I know you feel misunderstood because puberty and you are like “Fuck everyone! I am doing what the fuck I want and I don’t care what other people say!”
Puberty is weird I know but it isn’t worth it to start playing this “Blue Whale Game” that is destroying your life, destroying the life of your loved ones.
Don’t be an idiot ( I am sorry for saying this), don’t get sucked in, in this horrible and morbid “trend”.
You are wonderful, worthy, lovely, beautiful, one of a kind, you are loved by so many people, a lot of people want to help you and are here for you, you just have to tell them what is going on, tell them that you have difficulties (one thing I,
myself learned).
If you are playing this game, please STOP, go to the Police, tell your parents and take actions!
I care about you, even if I maybe don’t know you.
Please…It is not worth to die due to a game that is so horrid and demonic. (SHAME to the creators that have no soul left and are killing innocent young souls)
It isn’t pleasant to make eye contact with death. Trust me. I made eye contact with death and I am so lucky and happy to be still alive.
It isn’t worth to be made by some “master” to cut a Whale into your arms or legs. It’s not worth it at all to be made by this “masters” to do anything that is harmful to you and to your loved ones.
Is it worth to die just to win the game? Definitely NO!
I would never ever play this game. I have my own demons to deal with. I don’t need any more of them.

So…BE SMART, PLEASE DON’T PLAY THIS GAME, STAY SAFE! DON’T kill yourself! (it is really not worth it, you have enough time to be death sometime when you are old and God decides to take you to him.)
I am here for you if you need someone.

Much ❤