it really is as simple as that


My first contribution to Ransom Week; a Nurseyrans piece centered around the prompt “Engaged”

The ring on his finger was extremely noticeable the next morning. Justin held his hand up so that he could really look at it; it was a solid gold band with emeralds set in it all the way around. It felt heavy; not because of the material, but because of the weight of what it meant to him now. It wasn’t just some ring he was going to be wearing; it was the ring Derek’s mother had given his father when they had been married.

Justin’s mind went back to the night before, their simple evening that changed the course of their lives forever.

“Nothing big,” Justin asked of Derek when he came in from the hospital. He was supposed to be on vacation now, otherwise he would overwork himself.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Derek grinned, draping himself over Justin, who was sitting on their couch. This apartment was theirs; had been for almost six years now. It had seen a lot from the two of them, unsurprisingly, from their biggest fights to Justin’s residency to the publishing of Derek’s first novel. It was their home.

Somehow it made sense to Justin that Derek would propose to him here, away from prying eyes, in their little home, that had seen them through so much.

“Nothing big,” Justin has said, but Derek had already planned one of the biggest things yet. When they were pressed together, watching Grey’s Anatomy (so Justin could point out the points that were realistic and the ones that were clearly fictional, mainly, it was a pastime for them), Derek quietly took Justin’s hand in his own, and the next thing Justin knew, there was a ring on his finger, and a story on Derek’s lips.

“Before my dad went off to Iraq he gave me this, told me to keep it safe for the person I wanted to marry,” he murmured, “I had to get it taken down a size, and the huge emerald that was in the middle had to come off. But last month I…”

Derek shrugged, looking up at Justin, who was still too shocked for words. “I looked at you, covered in spit and vomit and all that other nasty shit, laughing at whatever Holster said, and I wanted to. Right then. I wanted to marry you.”

His chill was failing him, Justin could tell, he was getting more and more nervous, wondering if what he was doing was right. Justin could always tell when Derek was starting to panic. It had taken a while to grow accustomed to and he couldn’t always see the signs in the beginning but now he was so attuned to his boyfriend it was easy to see when Derek was becoming unsure.

“You think your dad would have liked me?” Justin asked as he brought his gaze up from the ring to Derek’s eyes. He saw the relief there before it flooded Derek’s features. Derek pressed himself closer to Justin, giving him a small, chaste kiss.

“He would have loved you.”

And Justin truly believed that.

His belief in it and the movement at his side brought him back to the present. Derek shifted so that he was nearly on top of Justin, his face pressed into Justin’s neck. Justin smiled and brought his hand down so that it rested in Derek’s hair.

The sun glinted off the band around his finger; a promise, reminder, and engagement all at once.

“I could have saved us time by simply saying at the beginning of this digressive journey that I have no idea of what goes on inside my mind when I’m drafting a poem. When I’m consciously guiding the act of discovery, I write bad poems. It’s really as simple and complex as that: Either I find a way inside and follow a map where the directions are written in languages I don’t understand or I won’t discover any richness. If I don’t give myself completely to that which surprises, scares, and inspires me, I might as well write advice columns for the broken-hearted or write horoscopes.”

Jesse Millner, from “Where the Magic Comes From,” Gulfshore Life (vol. 42, no. 10, October 2012)

anonymous asked:

I was a irl hockey fan for a long time and my friends would kind of all poke fun at it and reduce my love for a Sport™ to like, it being stupid hobby (these were like "nerdy" gamer girls who automatically said all sports were dumb, and they were better than you for not liking them, you know the ones). But now they all read Check Please and act like hockey is the greatest thing ever :/ It's really annoying bc they think they know EVERYTHING about hockey when in reality they know jack shit (1/2)

(2/2) And one of them wrote a fanfic for it and I read it (my friends might be annoying sometimes but it was her first long fic and I wanted to read it for her haha) and it was so…. Uninformed? idk the hockey part seemed really fake and they just handwaved a lot of things that are actually pretty simple once you Look it up. We went to a Bruins game and the whole time they were like “Jack would do that” or “can you imagine Bitty here"and it was getting so obnoxious ://///
(3/2) also sorry for ranting, you’re one of the only irl hockey people I know who doesn’t like check please

i think all check please fans should read this to undersrand why some of us don’t like them because this is literally the perfect explanation of why. THese are the same people that a few years ago were talking about how student athletes shouldn’t get scholarships. or making superbowl jokes. or just yeah putting us down because we like sports and that’s somehow inherently less than whatever they like. And now they’ve found gay boys to fetishize so they can finally be apart of this !! liek tis’s so fucking sketchy. and you can tell who writes fic because they’re a hockey fan or because they’re a check please fan. i’ve seen someone say fighting was all for show in the NHL. it’s just so. They don’t get it.

But therea re definitely more hockey blogs that don’t like it. and i don’t dislike all check please fans i follow quite a few. but there are definitely some that still go out of their way to fetishize gay men and put down the sport that is the base of all of this. and then they wonder how we can dislike them.

anonymous asked:

I might be helping out on a schooner for a week or two in June. Any advice?

Ayyyyy my friend I’m jazzed for you! I’ve got a general info post here, was there anything you wanted to know specifically? I can’t get really specific without knowing whether you’re a deckhand/messmate, on a day sailor/longer trip ship, and have previous some sailing experience or not, but some general advice off the top of my head is - be prepared to rough it a bit (few showers, little privacy, don’t let it shock you), learn some basic knots (bowline, cleat, and rolling hitch are a good start and pretty simple), and don’t bring any clothes you like, because they’re gonna get pretty messed up. (Also if it’s a schooner in Maine message me if you want! those are My People and I love them)

Jared Leto x Reader ; Music Awards

Author’s Note; Sorry it seems like this took forever, I couldn’t find it in my inbox until now so yay! Thank you so much for the compliment omg! I have a section for reviews so please feel free to leave some feedback and some opinions. I need some !! Seriously I had a dream just like this request so this should be extremely interesting. I tried to make it a little bit shorter than the rest because I know I can get carried away so I hope this is ok! Thanks for the request. 

A gentle hand slid over the outside of your dress as you patted down the delicate places that deserved the most attention. It never really took you too long to get ready for anything, but this in particular was a big deal for you. In dating the infamous Jared Leto for more than 6 months you felt the need to always look your best when leaving the house to do simple errands such as going to the store, going on small dates with him, and just going out with your friends in general. However, this particular event required a bit more preparation, an award show designed to recognize actors, actresses, and amazing talents of the entertainment world, was the most important thing you’d ever really gone to. 

Previously, Jared went to these things alone or with some form of eye candy that he could strut around for photos and appearances, but no such event happened in your time together yet until now. This would be the first time you two actually attended a public appearance this big together, and you couldn’t stop the nerves from ripping through your entire body. Your hands were shaking, your palms were sweating, and you continued to fiddled with pieces of your dress that were already perfect. 

Delicate thoughts of judgement clouded the forefront of your mind as you truly wondered if you were good enough to really stand at his side on the red carpet tonight. Perhaps you should change your mind, there was still time. You could easily just watch him tonight on the tv, waltz the carpet alone like he usually did, but you knew deep down that if you backed out now he would be hurt. Although he usually did have a good time at these events, he often dreaded the boredom behind most of them especially when his friends were not around. 

A gentle knock pulled you from your thoughts and a small jump rippled through you as you turned towards the door. A glance down to your watch revealed that it was indeed time for you two to make your departure, but were you ready? 

“Come in….” you trailed off, turning towards the door frame and slipping your hands behind the dress to watch the ends of it flare around the back of your knee caps. It was spring, and the gentle breeze of tonight’s air would make it absolutely perfect, at least, that’s what the designer told you.  

his smile was contagious and spread across his face like the plague and you couldn’t stop the blush that took over your features at his reaction. He hadn’t actually seen the dress that you had picked out for the event, and the overall construction of it surprised even you. You had never really been a dress person, blue jeans or tights with a nice shirt was always your go to unless you were working and it was slacks and a decorative blouse, but dresses were completely foreign to you. The original gown you had picked out was the very definition of plain jane which was the direct opposite of what you were going for. You were never the type to value the attention of other people, in fact, you did everything in your power to avoid it; too many eyes on you usually made you uncomfortable. Even now, you felt yourself coming a part at the seams with just his crystal blue orbs scanning you over, but the devastatingly enamored smile he flashed in your direction destroyed every thought you had in that moment.  With the help of the store’s designer you had truly picked out a dress that was unforgettable. 

the delicate ombre of the dress was slightly overshadowed by silver glittered texture that formed small patterns around the flared bottom and slimmed bosom decorating your chest. It was absolutely perfect. Short enough to give awareness to your slightly long but beautiful legs, flared at the bottom like you like, and no long train for you to accidently fall over. It was the impeccable combination of elegant, flirty and fun. 

“Are you just going to stand there, gawking?” You questioned shifting your weight slightly in discomfort. His lips pressed together as he looked off to the side in an expression that mocked deep thought. A slight nod rippled through his frame and he smiled. 

“Yeah.” he answered simply before slipping one of his hands into his pocket and leaning against the wall comfortably. 

“Are you sure I shouldn’t just…..stay here?” you question slipping your hands up to your ears in an attempt to remove your earrings. Turning to face the mirror you could see his reflection in the background. It radiated unease and disappointment and that was the last thing you wanted to do to him. 

“I mean, if you don’t really wanna go….” he trailed off and the poorly hidden disappointment in his voice sent a sharp pain through the left side of your breast. He was hurt. 

“I just….I don’t want to ruin it for you……” you started before holding your earring in your hand and glancing down at the floor. He was aware of your low levels of confidence, and he respected you enough not to force you to do things you didn’t want to do. You were stubborn in that regard, but he shrugged.

“It’s just another award show, there will be more…….I just….would hate to let all this pretty go to waste.” the shuffling sound of his feet growing closer to you made you smile, and before you were aware of it, his fingers were on your skin. 

“You really think it looks good enough?” you question finally looking up at him and his eyebrow quirked. Blue orbs slid from your eyes down to your shoes before returning back to your face, and you had half a mind to check if you were still clothed because it felt as if he had just visually undressed you. 

“Good enough?” he was genuinely confused. You didn’t want to explain, you felt as if it were a petty insecurity that he wouldn’t understand, but you couldn’t hide from those eyes. 

“Somebody like me ….” his hand raised and landed on your lips before you could continue and he sighed. 

“Stop.” he said simply before slowly letting his hand run down the delicate confines of your lips to your hands. 

“Where you come from, and who you are, are two completely different things. You’re just as good if not better than half those people that will be out there tonight. You’re important to me, and I want you there. You are the most interesting thing about tonight.” he admitted, and the confidence behind his words fueled you. his face grew closer to yours and you prepared yourself for his kiss only to feel the absence of his lips. 

There was a gentle air against your face as his frame moved away from yours, and his fingers were around the small clutch in your hands.

“I mean, but if you don’t wanna go I mean…” he went on walking away and turning his back to you playfully. You chased after him slightly, wrapping your hands around the back of his shoulders and resting them on his chest.

“I’m going, I’m going!” you laughed before watching him turn to you.

“Good, because you’re beautiful and people deserve to see you.” 

“You just say that because you want my goods.” You joked wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

“What? Did you hear that line I just laid on you? Oh I’m gettin’ your goods. I could have em’ now if I wanted them.” he urged.

“Oh you think so?” You questioned. 

“Mhm.” He nodded planting a small kiss on your lips before pulling you closer. His eyes flickered towards his watch before slipping his hand in yours. You followed along excitedly while practicing deep breathing in an effort to calm you raging anxiety.  

The ride was nearly excruciating as you stared out of the window in awe of the illuminating buildings that took up most of the night life. The distant sound of Jared having side conversations with the driver and a few of his band mates in the backseat went unnoticed to you. You had originally joined in on the conversation previously, but the realization of you growing closer and closer to the red carpet sent a tingle of discomfort through your spine. Were you sure this was a good idea. The tabloids hinted at Jared having a significant other, but you had done a good job of concealing yourself from them, but tonight was the night that you exposed the rumors for what they were and you didn’t know if you were ready. Would you be what they expected? 

The distant feeling of Jared’s fingers colliding against yours sent your eyes in his direction and he smiled. He was always a master at sensing your moods even when you didn’t let on what you were actually feeling, and the sensation of his concern forced you to smile. 

“You look hot by the way.” Shannon’s voice slid through the forefront of your mind, but you couldn’t help the laugh that fell through your lips at his eyes on your skin. The playful look on his face made it hard for you to take him seriously.

“Says the guy with the impossibly perfectly tied bow tie.” you spoke. 

“Hey….I didn’t say you looked as good as me, but close.” He joked pulling at the bow tie attached to his dress shirt before everyone broke out in laughter. 

You two were on the red carpet before you knew it and the cascade of blinding flashes from the camera’s of the reporters nearly gave you a seizers. You stood there frozen as they threw questions in your direction. 

“Jared this way! Over here Jared! Flash a smile here Jared! Jared! Jared! Who’s your date!?” The questions fell from so many directions that you didn’t really know where to look and the tightening grip of Jared’s hand on yours wasn’t helping. In fact, it just made you more nervous. His voice was low in your ear as he directed you to smile at the camera’s on your left and to simply not stop smiling. He didn’t brief you on the expectations in the car, but it became simple after a while. Just don’t stop smiling. If they catch a picture of you without it, you’ll be misconstrued as the stuck up date with a bad attitude, or the weird mousey girl next to him that he probably didn’t even know. Your lips were on fire, and your cheeks felt as though they would fall from your face at any moment. 

“Maybe they’ll think i’m some sick person from the make a wish foundation and this is a one time thing.” you joked and his laugh radiated in your ear before he leaned down to whisper. 

“You don’t fuck like a sick person.” he teased. Your eyes flashed toward him with a look of pure shock and the smirk plastered on his lips nearly sent your lower half into a pooling mess of arousal. You imagined that the picture associated with the current reaction would be legendary. Your wildfire of a blush spread across your face, while his devilish smirk nearly overtook his features. You could see it now.


Your laugh turned into a small giggle as you tried to hide your reaction and suddenly his hand was gone from yours. An interviewer caught his attentions and began her questions with him, but instead of interrupting you attempting to continue smiling in the background. You assumed that with his absence you wouldn’t be the center of anyone’s attention anymore, but the camera’s continued to flash in your direction without warning. 

You could feel the growing anxiety in your abdomen reach its peak and the sudden panic attack you wanted to avoid began rippling through your spine. Your smile started to fade and you swallowed hard, only to find Shannon at your side. His frame stood in front of yours as his hand rested on your hip. His voice was low in your ear as he questioned you.

“You alright?” He was concerned and you had never heard his voice like that before. 

“I….I think so I just….I need a second?” You spoke and he smiled.

“Totally normal. I don’t think we could’ve warned ya about this enough.” He admitted. 

“Just breathe….” he trailed before his eyes connected with yours. It was easy and once you gained your breath, you smiled. 

“Just like that.” He instructed before moving aside and posed for some pictures with you. Jared’s eyes connected with yours as you were photographed and he stopped mid sentence. There was a look on his face that you couldn’t quite decipher; it mirrored awe and slight arousal. He had lost his train of thought and you were sure that the interviewer was probably confused. 

His hand slid against yours and before you knew it you were at his side with his arm around the back of your waist. 

“I can’t leave her alone too long.” He joked into the microphone as the interviewer laughed whole heartedly amused. You couldn’t help the smile that slid over your features as he continued to speak with her. 

“Have you looked into her eyes, I mean it’s insane. They’re like little gifts from the Gods.” He answered looking into your eyes and making her blush worse. 

“This man, knows how to speak to ladies.” You admitted before looking back towards the interviewer. Her blush nearly out weighed yours as you directed his attention back to her. 

He was finally attentive to her as she questioned him about tonight’s festivities as well as previous projects he’s worked on. As she finished up he leaned closer to you 

“You ok?” he questioned. 

“Perfect…..” you responded. 

anonymous asked:

Hey I read a fic once about dan being raped by his aunt? And I think it had a boarding school? 💖💖💖

Save Me - Phil’s mum finds out he’s bulimic so she takes him to a mental hospital. He hates it at first, but quickly makes friends with two other patients, PJ and Chris. Another boy, Dan, joins the group, but he’s really quiet and reluctant to share anything as to why he’s there. Phil gets him to open up eventually, but the things he finds out about Dan are not as simple as Phil thought they’d be.

Trigger warning: Subjects of bulimia, bipolar disorder, rape, depression, suicide attempt, and self-harm.

- Tori

Astral Tip #3

Okay, so here’s a tip regarding breathing exercises for those who are learning to meditate and astral travel. See, for a long time, I didn’t find these exercises terribly effective for helping me focus. The reason why (I eventually realized) is I didn’t pay enough mind to three very simple words: “Hold your breath.”

That instruction is usually followed by something like “for a count of 3,” but I find it distracting to count, so I don’t bother. The really critical thing here is just emphasizing that hold both when you inhale and when you exhale. Do it until your lungs start to feel strained, then release the tension and do it again.

I can just about promise you that you will feel an immediate difference in how quickly your mind and body relaxes when you do this simple thing. It definitely made a huge difference for me when I was starting out. Good luck. <3

anonymous asked:

I know that almost everyone has asked this and your probably annoyed to death by this question (actually I don't really know, POWER OF ASSUMPTIONS), but when will "The Thought" continue path be updated? I know about the lack of having a computer but its been a year!

i could say something snarky like “haha u fools, every time the beast is mentioned i slumber a week more” but honestly the answer is simple

i just wanna work on it when i’m happy to work on it. it was a joy project, something made for funsies, and i don’t wanna force out pages for this kind of thing. i’m glad people are still finding and reading the comic, that there are still active translations (the dub alone is in korean, russian, and spanish!), and that there is still interest in it.

i’m currently happy on hashing out other projects, with an outline for when i get back to the thought safely set aside. i made myself sick rushing it, i’d rather not do that again.

infinite-majesty-and-calm  asked:

What kinds of thing would you recommend in the tank of a tortoise for enrichment?

Anything that encourages natural behaviors is considered enrichment. So, depending on tortoise species, a box for digging would be good. Different textured items are always good; smooth rocks, rough rocks, sticks/logs with bark on them, something fuzzy, etc. Mixing up the enclosure setup is a good way to encourage exploration; switch where you normally keep the water bowl, or move around the decorations and hides. Maybe build a hill out of the substrate for them to climb. Another good enrichment technique is to vary their diet; if you usually give your tort one kind of food, try something new that has a different texture and flavor. Different kinds of greens or a new fruit or the occasional insect or something of that nature, just make sure it’s still species appropriate. A really simple thing you can try is throw a ball into the enclosure or any new novelty item. It will give them something new to investigate and manipulate. It can be literally anything; a box, a ball, a crinkly sheet of paper, anything that they wouldn’t normally encounter on a regular basis. Maybe even a simple food puzzle, like a ball or piece of PVC with holes in it that they have to roll around to get goodies to fall out of. I also like the idea of hanging their greens, so that the tortoise gets to express foraging behaviors and reach up to find their food. I’ve seen that used in zoos and it’s a really simple thing to do in a home setting.

anonymous asked:

I was thinking of requesting something simple like what are mtmte Rodimus, Whirls and Brainstorm reaction to morning smooches? Btw your writing very good dude, pls keep it up!

Thank you, Anon!  I really appreciate it.


Most likely was still asleep and was woken up by the kisses on his faceplate. 

He will giggle at the tickling sensation and try to kiss back.

Gets huffy when you stop. He tries to pull you back so you’ll continue.

This is his prefered way to be awoken now.

He gets up on time now so thats a plus.


Whirl groans and tries to pull away telling you to stop.

If you do he gets a little upset. “Don’t stop I didn’t mean it!” He wants those smooches.

After a while he leans into kisses more.

He can’t kiss back but he’ll try to gently nuzzle you back.

Expects them every morning.


He didn’t register the pressure on his mouth plate until it stop.

Brainstorm pulls you back to him resting his helm on you.

He savors you affection relaxing with your kisses on his faceplate.

However he won’t remove his faceplate the first time you do this.

He will initiate the smooches when he’s comfortable with it.

anonymous asked:

Whats your most favorite sasusaku art work?

Well, the first thing that came into my head isn’t really an art work, it’s an edit by @joryoq, and I absolutely love it. It’s an edit done in the style of the Studio Ghibli works, which makes it even better since I’m a huge Ghibli fan :)

It can be found over here, and yeah I just think the story it tells is so simple, yet so moving and heartfelt. She’s done a few other really good Ghibli/SS edits, but this one was the first, and definitely my favourite. Check it out! ^_^

Hey guys! How are you? Hope you are doing/have been okay. *hugs*
So I’m making this post just to apologize to my babies who requested me some edits! I’m sorry for not having them done yet… ‘cause I have been with a depression and with no motivation to do edits… And even when I do them I take too much time now (I wonder where are my inspirations and ideas went orz). I’m not how I used to be when I edited on the past few years (you can noticed on how my edits have been looking now, so simple and plain lol…) just have been feeling really down everyday and with no patience for anything. I’m getting worried by my depression and I’m afraid it gets any worse… So just wanted to let you know that I will still make the requests and bday gift edits for my cute friends :) *hugs* They just will be so damn late and I’m so sorry for that! Wish you all the best (specially luck for your exams at school) and thank you for being with me and for being such a sweethearts!! ily all!
PS: please dear anons, don’t come to my ask box and send me shitty messages ok? I feel really bad and sad already and don’t make me feel more stressed with stupid and mean asks… I won’t answer them! Respect it please!

anonymous asked:

Hey I found your blog and thought you'd be someone good to ask for advice. I'm 16 and my mum said it's okay for me to get a tattoo in honour of my sister who has past away. I'm keen for one but I'm really scared on the pain and stuff, I was thinking of getting a few words along my collar bone but I've been told that's one of the worst places to get a tattoo cause the pain is so bad. I was just wondering if you think it'd be a good idea for a first tattoo 😌

Hi! Well, I can’t tell you what’s the pain like in this particuliar place since I don’t have one there of my own. With that said, if you only want simple letters for 2/3 words, I don’t think it’ll be THAT bad really anywhere (even the ribs!!). If it’s just something small it’ll probably take up to 15-20 minutes so I think you’ll be fine.
The key when you get a tattoo and you’re stressed about it is: breathe. Just don’t forget to breathe steady. Just concentrate on your breathing and you’ll be just fine.
Hope I helped you out.
Love xx

How Could You? (Part 2)

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Fem!Reader ft. Betty Cooper

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Really shitty writing, Cursing

A/N: Sorry it took so long, writers block is a bitch. Also, I notice that I have a little over 1,000 followers! Ahh! Thank you guys for reading my work xx

Keep reading

Don’t start sobbing in your study carrel because math isn’t beautiful and simple anymore. I’m sure we can find you a brain drug that doesn’t make you want to kill yourself.

(I don’t cry anyway, as a general rule, but sometimes I’ll look at the floor real hard for a minute.)

In any case, I withdrew successfully from bupropion and can now have normal reactions to normal things. (Jeez, everybody really came out for me all of a sudden…even people I didn’t even know read my blog or anything like poor kinnoth. The way I was behaving must have been really concerning, but it had an artificial source that was easily identifiable and was not significant.) Now I have a new medication to try.

dieseldaisy  asked:

16, 17, 18

Anger headcanon
He does his best to repress his anger. He is very easily flustered and angered over things but puts a lot of effort into seeming fake nice, fake calm, and fake OK even when things are not. Often when he is REALLY infuriated that’s when the Dry Monster comes out.

Soft spot headcanon
Cute stuff. He’s pretty simple. Things that distract him from his miserable life style and things. 

Favorite possession headcanon
- His damn smart phone. 

Favorite photograph headcanon
- Every damn selfie he’s ever taken where he thinks he looks really cute is his favourite photograph. EVER.

People think they complicate things dat should be simple.
in a fact, they’re not complicate things because things are really complicated.
Till they forgot their job is to simplify things.

anonymous asked:

My favorite part about this Andromeda shitfest was you making the complete nonsensical suggestion that Bethesda's business model of repackaging an old engines and reselling what can be described as the same game (from the lips of Todd Howard himself no less) as a good thing. BioWare's incompetence to deliver a quality product shows only that BioWare is incompetent. The exizstance of the FOX engine torpedoes your argumentation to smithereens

Wow, I wasn’t aware that Morrowind, Oblivion and Skyrim were all “the same” game. That must make people complaining about one not being as good as the other really confused!

No, dumbass. I was talking about the engine underneath. But then, you probably think switching from 32-bit to 64-bit is as simple as flipping a switch on the compiler. If you’re running a ‘hello world!’ program it is, but for just about anything more complex, there’s a lot of things that need to be changed for it to work at all.

My argument is this, in simpler terms so you can understand it: It is generally better for a developer to stick with the same engine as long as possible, and incrementally upgrade it. Valve’s Source was built upon GoldSrc, which in turn was built upon the core of Quake with some bits and pieces of Quake II, as an example. Commands, file formats, the way the engine inteprets data, and all these sorts of things have made it enduring despite it’s age. And when it finally was hitting limits that could not be overcome? Source 2.

Bethesda is doing the exact same thing, but they’re being called the fucking devil for it. And as for the Skyrim thing, yeah, it is getting a little tiring that they just keep selling it.. but you keep buying it! And if you had the PC version and all it’s content, you’d get the remaster for free anyway! And if you didn’t, you’d get a significant discount, based on what you DID own! So, no, you weren’t paying for the same thing twice!

Unless you got it on a different platform. Which is how it’s always been.

So, to follow that logic, Bioware should have stuck with the familiar Unreal engine and simply gone with a newer release of it, rather than go with something completely different. At LEAST until they learned the new one’s quirks and methodology. Would that have solved the fundamental issues with the game? Nope. But it wouldn’t have the same bugs, and if it did, they could easily look at prior work and use the same solutions to fix them, even if the team that was working on it didn’t have the personal experience themselves.

That is all. That’s all I was arguing. Not about business practices or any other shit that you’re extrapolating from words I did not write. The relevant posts are right below. Please, point out where I say such things. Use Google or Wayback or a web cache or whatever to ensure I didn’t edit them.

tl;dr: Stick with what you know. If you need to go further, practice. Otherwise, don’t complain that your shot for the moon isn’t even getting off the ground.