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Shiro randomly being revealed as Keith’s uncle would not make narrative sense.

Keith’s father having a strong jawline, of all trivial traits, does not make him inherently related to Shiro, or Iverson, or anyone else with this feature.

The staff would not consistently like sheith-related content if they were going to be revealed as “related” in some way.


anonymous asked:

So you're super awesome at modding things and I was wondering if you could make a version of the buydebug daytime and ceiling lights to be in the regular buy catalog? I have a bug that causes my game to crash whenever i try to go into buydebug mode and I don't have my old discs to do a full uninstall/reinstall. :c Or if you know of one that already exists could you provide a link? Thank you and keep being awesome! ♥

Thank you, Anon! ;) Sorry to hear about your game acting up. Here is a default replacement recategorization of the buydebug lights, which will make them appear under Sort by Room \ Lighting \ Misc. I made some more modifications to them as well: they can’t be stolen and repossessed anymore, won’t burn, can be placed on slopes, and will stay after you move to another house!

I edited the ones that came with a patch, so you don’t need WA for them :)

Download buydebug lights recategorized

There’s this really particular group of video game genres (veterinary hospital, horse riding and animal shelter/hotel sims) that we grew up playing and that I’m super attached to both when I age slide and when I’m older but anxious, the problem with this is two-fold.

Firstly these games are designed for children and when I age slide it makes sense to play them but when I’m older and just need comfort I start to fear people judging me for them. The combination of their repetitive nature and their focus on my special interests is soothing to me but is also very much aimed at young kids which makes me super self conscious that people who see me play them might judge me for it. So I get scared to add them to my wishlists or even play them when other ppl are around.

And secondly a lot of them are old as heck, I think the one I currently have on Steam is from like 2007. So they tend to be hard to find on places like Steam were I try to keep most of my games. I’m gonna see if I can find my old discs because I know I had the CDs to tons of them but there are some others I worry I may not be able to find again or would have to buy new copies of off Amazon and I can’t really afford to.

I also need to see which ones I have for consoles bc I think I have one dogz game and one pet vet game for the GBA along with a pet hotel game for the DS and a horsez game for the Wii, and then I need to find the charger for my Tablet bc I know it has some of the newer games in the genre that I find really soothing. I just want something to relax me for tonight so I don’t get caught up on thinking about tomorrows surgery. I can already see the feelings of vulnerability affecting my dissociative symptoms and I think it might be good for me to focus on my comfort games for now if I can.

Greek Gods AU || Part 1 || Yoongi


Words: 1505

Genre: Greek gods AU, hella angst, some fluff

Summary: Easy is the descent to Lake Avernus; night and day the gate of gloomy Dis is open; but to retrace one’s steps, and escape to the upper air, this indeed is a task; this indeed is a toil. - Virgil

Jungkook’s bed in room 206 was lumpy. The duvet scratched against his pants leg, making sure to leave every spot of exposed skin chafed the following morning as he slept. Not that he was getting much sleep here. He rolled over on to his opposite side, watching as the flame flickered diligently atop the candle placed beside his bed.
He wasn’t supposed to have brought the candle into the hotel; he was sure there was a policy against open flames in the room. But he’d snuck it in anyway, only so he could fall asleep as the flame twitched beside him. He couldn’t smell it, even though the scent was supposed to remind him of rolling waves and the sun.

Jungkook rolled back over, this time away from the candle. He curled into himself, feeling tiny in the large queen sized bed as he curled smaller and smaller. He stared at the drawn curtains in his line of sight, trying to imagine the world passing by outside; he couldn’t. He could barely feel himself, laying in this bed. It was almost as if he didn’t exist at all.

Somewhere above his head, the soft sound of a piano was played.

Yoongi swung his sledgehammer, bringing the heavy end down into the awaiting window of an unsuspecting Mercedes. The glass exploding into a multitude of glittering shards, raining all over the plush leather seats. A small portion of the shards twinkled down onto Yoongi’s shoes, covering the black boots in pieces of a rainbow.

The car’s alarm started blaring half a second later, piercing the otherwise quiet suburban air with shrill, mechanic chirps. Yoongi glared at the contraption as if it was an annoying pest that had just dampened a few moments of his lazy Sunday afternoon. Turning, he broke into a light jog and flew away from the car before it could bring unwarranted attention to his presence.

Yoongi was angry, if the sledge hammer vs. car windows showed any sign of that. Once he’d jogged far enough away from the piercing screams of the Mercedes, he ready his sledgehammer for another swing. The red car bellowed loud moans as Yoongi’s weapon crashed into its front windshield, causing the whole pane to cave in, a large impression of the hammer’s face sent a web of blistering cracks out from the middle.

Yoongi smirked to himself, and began jogging again. He hit car after car, each time aiming for a different window than the last until the whole block was erupting in a cacophony of blaring, shrieking, moaning alarms.

In sounded to Yoongi like a sea of the souls of the damned.

He walked away from his realm in the suburb amongst the tormented cars, letting their screams follow him as his feet covered long strides of the cement. The sledgehammer, which had suddenly become quite heavy in his hands, was dragging behind him lifeless, a dog on a stiff leash. His pet scraped the cement, sending up a never-ending loop of scraping like nails on a chalkboard. The noise made Yoongi’s hair stand on end; blood pumped through his veins in an attempt to shrink away from the noise. He made no motion to stop it.

The sidewalk passed him on and on, the groveling of his sledgehammer the only thing keeping him company until he found himself standing in front of a dilapidated building. It was an ugly shaped stack of bricks and mortar; the neon sign’s flashing lights were out except for a few mismatched letters. The pink and yellow V, O, L whined, a dull buzzing like an insect. Yoongi walked under it and continued to the door. The glass was frosted as he pushed forward, making sure to dump his sledgehammer with great force into the empty umbrella holder by the rotting newspaper dispensers.

The front desk was empty, leaving no frowning face to watch Yoongi has he made his way up three flights of stairs and into his room. The door squealed like a mouse trapped in the jaws of a snake, in pain and on the verge of death.

Room 306, Yoongi was sure, was decorated like all the other rooms in the motel: complete with an uncomfortable piece of cardboard for a mattress and an uneven side table. Yoongi didn’t mind the un-comfort of the place; he really didn’t even mind the faint smell of mold that tinged the air and became trapped in his lungs. He was used to it within minutes of breathing.

He threw himself on the bed, the duvet rumpled around the left side of the bed, exposing the sheets like innards. He’d discarded various objects in the bed, and now he laid amongst them, closing his eyes and pretending he wasn’t breathing; he was an inanimate object like all the rest.

He unplugged his headphones from an old disc player, deciding that listening to music outloud would be more beneficial to his unbeing-ness that listening to it in his head; if it was all in his head instead of surround him, he’d be forced to dwell in the knowledge that he was, in fact, here. He didn’t want to be here.

In fact, Yoongi didn’t want to be anywhere. He never wanted to be anywhere ever again. Not after he’d been left hallow. Yoongi saw her brown eyes glittering at him now, and threw his arm over his eyes with a groan.

Spring may have been a happy time to all, but Yoongi felt cold as ice. She’d left him, and now he was wallowing in a sea of piss stained sheets and little orange pills. He pushed play on the disc player, feeling the classical music envelop him.

She’d loved listening to it, and she’d been the one that made him this disc, only days before they’d parted. During long afternoons when they were younger, Yoongi would play for her, not because he particularly wanted to play the piano for hours on end, but instead to see the magic that glittered in her eyes as the notes flitted around her.

Yoongi would play every afternoon away, and she would sit atop his piano, with her legs crossed, listening. He remembered his favorite afternoon, when her brown hair curled in a perfect, messy way around her face. A look of confusion furrowed her brows while she listened to him.

He didn’t say anything to her, instead just simply continued to play. It wasn’t a song he’d played for her before; in fact, he’d only just written the song the previous night. It was the story of how they met, of how they fell in love. Somewhere deep inside her eyes, Yoongi knew she was drawing the puzzle pieces together; she knew what the piano’s notes meant.

A look of bliss washed over her face, pulling her eyelids down heavy. She kept listening, her fingers stained red from the pomegranate she’d been eating. The afternoon sun had settled, and even though the window’s curtains were blown open, the setting was dark around her.

In that moment, Yoongi knew what love was.

In this moment, Yoongi knew how love was lost.

He’d met her swiftly, and falling for her was like falling inside a field of flowers: plush and dynamic. He’d smiled more than he could ever remember, and while the brown piano stayed faithfully in the corner of his room, she’d stayed faithfully in his heart. She was his first true love; he’d written that for her in a strung of notes played gallantly.

Now, though, she was gone. The flowers were blooming outside as winter went, but Yoongi had never felt more dead. He felt as though ice was eating through him, covering him layer by layer. Everything was coming alive outside his open window: everything except Yoongi.

She’d taken every bit of him when she left, and now he was forced to walk around alone, nothing to console him but the screams of car alarms.

The music in his disc player was building into a crescendo, and falling just as quickly. This was metaphoric, Yoongi was sure. A banana peel rotted beside him; a glass of stale liquor sat on his dresser. Yoongi stuck another capsule of orange into his mouth, swallowing it dry. It burned as it struggled on the path to his stomach.

Yoongi felt the end coming nearer for him, though try as he might it would never fully reach its destination. He’d wake up in the morning, cotton in his mouth and a pounding sadness in his head. He’d pushed and pushed and pushed, and she broke her promise. She didn’t stay with him until the end.

This spring would be the hardest of Yoongi’s life. You’re a bastard, he cursed himself. The whelps he mentally gave himself barely stung. He lifted his arm away from his face and glanced over at the window; he never closed the curtains. His face turned upwards, and the sun sank.

He looked at the sky, and he thought of her.

Started my new job today, and…

Pro: I already love my boss.

Con: I have to be in the office at 8AM on Tuesdays and Thursdays for meetings. :/

Pro: After 90 days I can go on a modified schedule that would mean staying 9 hours most days but taking a day off every other week.

Con: My office chair is so horrible that only one day of sitting in it caused my old herniated disc to flare up and now it hurts like you wouldn’t believe.

You ever look at how much has changed in your hometown and get that bittersweet nostalgia?

Like you feel good for remembering your childhood and better times, but at the same time realizing so much is gone hurts. Just that emptiness from knowing so many places you made memories have been erased. Just knowing you can recapture so little.

The K-Mart where i remember buying those GI Joe figures with VHS tapes packed in. It finally died this year along with the Target where I got my first Wii and used to eat soft pretzels in the food court. Seeing both places a barren and empty husk is just strange.

The Onque/Sam Goody in the mall where they had tons of cool surplus PC games and I special ordered so many Goosebumps DVDs. Really the mall in general in dying with only the big chain fashion stores and a couple gift shops hanging on.

The old Wal-Mart location where I remember buying things like The Curse of Monkey Island off the $10 budget rack. It was actually connected to that mall but it’s since moved into a Super Center out on the highway.

Goodwill has moved several times and the old building is a discount warehouse store now. I can remember some of what i got there as a kid. A VHS of Pokemon the First Movie, a Pikachu themed GBC case, a Voltron Castle play-set. I even got a stack of old PC Gamer demo discs I spent hours fooling around with. One was from from a issue where the PC port of FF7 was the was the big feature.

The Salvation Army thrift shop is long since closed up.

The owners of one of my favorite pawnshops form back them retired and the husband passed on a couple years back. I got so many second-hand Disney movies there as a kid among other cartoons on VHS. Poor, single parent household working on cheap second good after all.

The arcade in the mall where I used to win comic books with tickets is gone and now we only have a small storage area of a room with some half-broken down machines. Fond memories of House of the Dead and CarnEvil, as well as managing to complete one of the Soul games. Also the newer, 3D Gauntlet Dark Legacy was based on.

Blockbuster is gone and I oddly miss it now that it’s no longer there. I rented Hitman 2 there when i was a teen.

So many memories lost to time with nothing but what I carry to show for them.


video game meme: [2/7] video games → tomb raider: the last revelation (1999)