#I have a copy of the world saved from before it was deleted and i no longer have to hide cause the world is completely empty

[yappacadaver]

i still know the way to our secret house. The path i made and then hid so no one could follow, i still remember it. The house is gone and the world it was a part of is gone. You're gone too. But i still remember how to follow that secret path home.

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #21

Tony Stark had a lot of regrets in life. Most of them involved tequila, a few bad tattoos he had paid to laser off before Pepper found out, and one especially haunted incident involving a mechanical bull, a congressman’s wife, and the phrase “I dare you.” But none—not even Ultron—could have prepared him for the living, brooding, wall-punching cryptid that was Dante “Dan” Masters.

Dan was technically human. Probably. No one was brave enough to check. He stood 6’7”, made of nothing but scarred muscle and menace, had jawlines sharp enough to commit tax fraud, and wore an expression that screamed “I bench press semi-trucks for therapy.” His hair was raven black and permanently tousled like he’d just walked away from an explosion—which, considering the fact he had actually walked away from an explosion that morning, tracked. His eyes were the kind of ice-blue that made AI go glitchy and interns cry.

Also, he was Tony’s bodyguard.

“I didn’t hire him,” Tony said the first time the Avengers saw Dan.

“You absolutely did,” Pepper replied, not even looking up from her tablet. “You drunkenly told Happy to ‘get me someone who looks like a Greek tragedy and hits like daddy issues.’”

And so Happy had found Dan. Or, more accurately, Dan had found Happy—by appearing in his passenger seat uninvited while Happy was getting a cheeseburger.

Dan never explained how he got there.

“Didn’t open the door. Didn’t break the lock. Just was there,” Happy muttered for the next three weeks. “I looked down to grab fries, looked up, boom. Bodyguard. Demon. Something. He just nodded and said, ‘I eat souls of cowards.’ Then asked for curly fries.”

Tony loved him instantly.

“Look at him,” Tony whispered one night, wine drunk and emotionally vulnerable. “He’s like my own personal murder puppy.”

Steve thought he was horrifying. Natasha called him “the Babadook with a gym membership.” Bruce kept trying to blood test him, but the last time he tried, Dan snapped the needle with his eyelid.

No one knew much about Dan, other than that he was the estranged heir to DALV.CO, the global tech giant run by Vlad Masters, a man whose Wikipedia page had to be locked due to repeated edits claiming he was “the literal Antichrist.”

“Why don’t you go back to your dad’s company?” Tony asked once, halfway through their fourth bottle of scotch, lounging on the penthouse balcony like rich, emotionally constipated divorcees. “You’d be the richest guy in the world.”

“I’d rather castrate myself with a melon baller,” Dan replied.

“Hot.”

Dan just grunted and stared moodily into the skyline, brooding like Batman’s taller, angrier cousin.

There were… signs that Dan wasn’t quite normal. Like the way he phased through walls when he thought no one was looking. Or the time someone tried to stab Tony during a charity gala and Dan grabbed the knife mid-thrust, crushed it into dust with his bare hand, and said, “You missed his heart. Want a second try?”

Tony had to excuse himself for five minutes and blame it on the shrimp cocktail.

Also: Dan never slept. Ever. Tony caught him once at 3 a.m., levitating midair in a meditative pose above the workshop floor, glowing faintly green and whispering what sounded like Latin but angrier.

“Cool trick,” Tony said, filming it for Instagram.

Dan’s eyes snapped open, glowed neon, and he growled, “Delete that or I’ll haunt your teeth.”

Tony deleted it. Reluctantly. But saved a copy in a secret drive labeled “hotboy_shit_DO_NOT_OPEN.”

The first time Dan met Thor, he sized him up for half a second and muttered, “Nice hair, Renaissance frat boy.”

Thor blinked. Then grinned. “I like this one.”

The first time Dan met Loki, he pinned him to the wall with one hand, sniffed once, and said, “You smell like lies and lavender. I don’t trust you.”

“I’m flattered,” Loki purred.

“I wasn’t complimenting you.”

Loki avoided him for two weeks. Claimed it was allergy season.

Dan did not talk. He growled. He glared. He loomed like a death omen in leather jackets. And still—still—every villain who tried to attack Tony ended up launched through a wall, disarmed in under two seconds, or knocked unconscious with a flick of the wrist.

“Are you sure he’s not a meta, or like, a ghost, or something?” Sam asked one day.

Tony blinked. “Ghost? That’s oddly specific.”

“I’m just saying. I saw him walk through a vending machine yesterday and pull out a pack of gum.”

“Maybe it was broken.”

“He reached in, grabbed the gum through the glass, and said, ‘I don’t pay for artificial happiness.’”

“…Okay, that’s just poetry.”

Dan, as it turned out, was a ghost. Sort of. Not the Casper kind. More like the “cursed anomaly spawned from grief and rage after a catastrophic supernatural meltdown in a parallel dimension” kind.

But he didn’t talk about that. Ever. Unless it was to threaten someone into shutting up. Which he did often.

Tony once asked if “Dan” was short for something other than Dante. Dan deadpanned and said, “Damnation.”

Tony laughed. Dan didn’t.

The Avengers all had bets on what Dan really was. Bruce thought he was a failed gamma experiment. Natasha swore he was an eldritch entity in disguise. Steve thought he was “just a really intense guy with trauma.” (Steve was wrong.)

The truth came out, as these things do, during an alien invasion. A random Tuesday. Buildings were exploding, civilians were screaming, and Tony—stupidly, heroically, idiotic as always—got cornered by a space hydra in a burning alley.

“Dan!” he shouted through comms, panicking. “I need backup! Big slimy bastard, eight mouths, hates sarcasm!”

The hydra lunged.

Then Dan exploded out of nowhere in a swirl of black and green fire, his body wreathed in spectral energy, eyes glowing like apocalypse lanterns. He opened his mouth—and screamed.

Not like a human scream. No. Like a banshee from the ninth ring of hell having a breakdown.

The hydra disintegrated. Vaporized into cosmic ash.

Dan turned to Tony, eyes still glowing, hair on fire, his voice doubled and demonic: “You okay?”

Tony, covered in alien guts and halfway to fainting, whispered, “Okay? Okay? I think I just came.”

Dan dropped him.

“Deserved.”

From then on, everything was chaos.

SHIELD tried to recruit him. He burned their files.

HYDRA tried to kidnap him. They didn’t survive the attempt.

Someone from a ghost-hunting organization named G.I.W. showed up once, claiming he was a danger to the world. Dan stared them down and said, “I’ve killed gods for fun. You think I’m scared of a man in khakis?”

They ran screaming.

Tony, of course, was obsessed.

“You’re my new favorite thing,” he declared one night, flopping dramatically onto the couch while Dan watched reruns of Iron Chef in silence. “Like, my favorite. Sorry, Pepper.”

“Don’t drag me into your kinks,” Pepper replied from the hallway.

Dan never officially moved in. But his things started appearing—a toothbrush here, a punching bag in the gym, a fridge filled with nothing but protein shakes and hot sauce. Eventually, Tony just gave him a keycard.

And maybe a second suit in case he ever wanted to try flying. Dan declined. He could already fly. Casually. Like it was no big deal.

Also: he could turn invisible. Tony found this out when he walked into his lab naked at 2 a.m. and muttered, “If there’s anyone here, speak now or forever hold your—”

“I’m here.”

Tony screamed. Dan was perched on the ceiling.

“Why are you like this?!”

“Because I hate peace.”

Eventually, the world found out. A viral video. A fight gone wrong. Dan going full phantom mode on live TV and decapitating an alien with a manhole cover.

Headlines exploded.

“Heir to DALV.CO Is a Literal Ghost.”

“Tony Stark’s Bodyguard Is an Interdimensional Specter, and Honestly, Same.”

“Dante Masters: Hot, Haunted, and Horrifying.”

Vlad Masters showed up. Tried to reclaim Dan.

Dan answered the door shirtless, covered in blood, holding a spatula. “I’m cooking pancakes. Leave before I use you as syrup.”

Tony peeked from behind him. “He means it.”

Dan shut the door in Vlad’s face.

“I hate that man,” he muttered.

Tony smiled dreamily. “I love you.”

“…Stop.”

“Nope. Too late. Suffering together forever.”

Dan groaned. But he didn’t leave.

He never did.

[cowplant-snacks]

BEWARE of Residential Rentals!

I went to place a lot yesterday and my entire savefile suddenly corrupted. I realized it was corrupted because after I placed any lot, all of the other lots in my game reset to the original version of them. They all looked fine from world mode, but once loaded into any lot the issue persisted. Read more about these issue here.

I rolled back the save and it was fine so I decided to try and remove the entire pack and see what would happen. After removing the pack, I could place new lots and the game was fine. Which meant for me the issue is FOR RENT.

I was nowhere near the limit of residential rental lots nor did I use any cheats to have more than six units per lot. I was not placing a residential lot when it corrupted. So far it seems fine to add the pack back and just avoid the lot type.

TLDR: Removing FOR RENT prevented my savefile from corrupting when placing new lots. The steps I used to stabilize my savefile are below.

Hope this helps!

Steps to remove For Rent:

1. Remove savefiles and mods. Repair the Game. 2. Rollback to a stable version of your savefile. And repair the game again. 3. Evict families and convert Residential Rentals to Residentals. *Tag all units as one BEFORE changing the lot type. Simmers report that lots can corrupt otherwise.* 4. Use this to load the game without For Rent. 5. Follow this if you end up with two different Tomarang Worlds when you load the pack back into the game. I did. 6. Replace all of your household outfits that got messed up. otherwise some sims will be nakie.

Tips:

Backups: Helps if you have backups of your households and lots in your trayfiles. Fixing outfits: If you don't care about relationships you can delete and replace or use MCCC to copy and paste the outfits back on the sim. Or if you have a dresser file, run that for new outfits.

This has happened to me a few times, but this was the first time I decided to see if I could role back the game, avoid the corruption, and restore my savefile.

UPDATE: 3/18/2025 | 2:00pm

I noticed today that I can no longer load into units that used to be residential rentals. I’m going to roll back again and evict households, and then convert the units to residential BEFORE removing For Rent.

Additionally, I am seeing that people recommend converting all the units back to one, before switching a lot from a residential rental to a rental.

I’ll report back. Stay tuned!

UPDATE: 3/18/2025 | 3:05 pm

See updated steps above. Changing how and when I remove the residential rentals seems to have prevented the individual lots from corrupting. While testing I placed new builds, and loaded into various lots, opened and closed the game. So far things seem fine.

Things I will be doing moving forward.

Only play and place households in a few worlds.

Having less townies.

And following other guidelines that @rebouks shared here regarding lag because they help keep the savefile smaller.

Will update this post if I notice any other issues or anyone reports things to me.

UPDATE: 3/19/2025 - The new method above worked for most lots BUT there were a few former residentials that begun to have issues with infinite loading screens. I’m starting a new savefile file.

Good luck to anyone dealing with this!

[buckyalpine]

Bucky x civilian reader

JESSY REACHES 500

I wrote this for my most precious bb, @jessybarnes congratulations my angel, you deserve ALL the followers.

Warnings: angstttyy, Bucky's an idiot, fluffyy, friends with benefits to lovers, I hope your chest itches a lil.

Prompt: "I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again."

"Morning Doll" His husky voice stirred you awake, the cool tips of his fingers sending shivers down your spine as he traced up and down your bare back. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

Bucky barely gave you a chance to respond, throwing the covers off, exposing you to the cool air of your bedroom as he rummaged around for his boxers which he'd tossed off haphazardly the night before.

"Alright" You mustered a smile as he pecked your head, seeing himself out and locking the door with the spare key you gave him. It would be weeks before you saw him again, going back to your regular schedule while he was off saving the world.

You had an interesting relationship with Bucky Barnes.

You'd met when he came to return a copy of the Hobbit at the library you worked at, tossing your a charming smirk before going to browse for more books. One night after a few more flirty comments and innocent touches later, you found yourself with your hands down each others pants, his lips smashed against yours to keep your moans down, the both of you hidden between the bookshelves.

He eventually started coming over to your place instead, exploring every bit of your body like he owned it, spending hours taking you both to new heights until he couldn't move. It was pure sex and the absolute best you'd ever had. Bucky made you forget your own name, only having the ability to moan and take everything he was giving you.

It was the perfect arrangement for him; something lowkey to help with the stress of his job without having to commit to much more. After you started to pick up more shifts at the library, you even gave his own key to your place to let himself in on days where you hadn't gotten home yet.

That was nearly a year ago.

You sighed, pulling the covers back over yourself, his scent still lingering on the sheets and pillow making your heart flutter, already waiting for the next time he'd be over. You hated the feeling, knowing your feelings were going further than what Bucky wanted. You hated every time he had to leave, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering wildly whenever he his name popped up on your phone.

Your heart would beat faster every time he kissed you, biting your tongue from telling him you didn't want him to go, you couldn't just be a person to keep his bed warm, you wanted more, you loved him-

Fuck.

You loved him.

You shook your head, ignoring the tightness that started to constrict your throat, feeling worse than the last time he'd left.

Why the fuck did you fall for him.

-

"Maybe we could go out?" You tried, hoping for once one of your rendezvous wouldn't be just sex. Bucky hummed, holding you closer to his bare chest, your bodies tangled under the sheets after he'd taken you apart, coming straight to your place as soon as he jet had landed.

"Sure, how about we grab coffee next time?" He mumbled, rutting his hips up, already hard again, rolling on top of you, peppering kisses down your neck before you could respond.

"Wait, Bu-oh god" Your words melted into moans as he made himself comfortable between your legs, neither of you brining up those plans again for the rest of the night. He stayed over as always, leaving before you stirred, the bed cold and empty when you woke up the next day to a text message from him.

Had to leave early, see you when I'm back x

You blinked, chewing your lip, debating on how to respond, a part of you still hoping he'd be open to spending time with you outside of just needing something physical.

Sure! Let's go to the cafe nearby? I've been dying to go

You typed and deleted the message 3 times before finally hitting send, tossing your phone aside, anxiety clouding your mind wondering how he'd respond.

Then he didn't.

You waited the entire week for him to respond to your message, the read at 6:03 staring you in the face, making your cheeks heat up from embarrassment, imagining the way he probably opened and closed the chat, forgetting your very existence until he had needs again.

Why did you even try.

You harshly wiped the tears that streaked down your face, chewing the inside of your cheek, freezing when the lock of your door turned, the familiar sound of his bag hitting the floor. You quickly splashed water onto your face, hiding any evidence of emotion when Bucky popped his head into your room, finding you in the bathroom.

"Hi doll" He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, dragging you to bed and flopping over, making him self comfortable with his head on your chest.

"Hi Buck" You cleared your throat, hoping he wouldn't hear the shake in your voice, carding your fingers though his hair, instantly betraying yourself and melting into him when his hands made their way up your shirt.

"Missed this" he groaned, his sinful lips kissing down your neck and shoulders, slotting himself between your legs. "Thought about it all week"

All week.

When I waited for you to reply at least once.

You felt your eyes sting, forcing back the way your felt for what was happening in the moment. He made it clear what he wanted from you but you weren't sure how much more you could take. You succumbed to his charm, the sheets warm, your body slick with sweat, your face resting against his chest, his arm holding you securely, letting his warm breath tickle your skin.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Bucky's nose nuzzled into your neck, pulling away slightly when he felt you tense in his hold, not responding, "Doll?"

"Maybe-maybe we shouldn't do this anymore" Your throat burned with how hard you were trying to keep from crying, keeping your eyes trained on his chest instead of his sweet baby blues you'd fallen for.

"Why not" Bucky frowned while you shifted uncomfortably.

"What are we Bucky"

"Y/n, we talked about this" He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. You hated the way his arms loosened around you, pulling away his warmth with it, your body curling in on itself as he got off the bed to put his clothes on.

"I know but- I just- I feel used, it's like I'm some dirty secret" you brought your knees to your chest, digging your nails into your palms while he pulled his hoodie over his head. "We've never done anything else other than fuck in my apartment!"

"Its not like that" He argued back, sitting back down at by the edge of the bed.

"Bucky, no one even knows I exist. Tell me, does Steve even know?"

He chewed his lip before shaking his head. He hadn't told anyone about you, not even his best friend. You scoffed, feeling more pathetic than ever, your stomach churning seeing the distance already starting to grow between you both.

"See what I mean? You won't even go out for coffee with me, is just all sex. Is that all I am to you?"

"We both agreed to keep this casual, you know I'm not ready for a relationship y/n, I-I never saw you like that" His words cut deeper, the pit in your stomach growing heavier as he looked at you with pity. "Y/n-

"Fine" You blinked back the stubborn tears that kept welling in your eyes, harshly swiping your cheek as they started to stream down your face, "I get it"

"So where do we go from here" Bucky sighed, a part of him wanting to reach out and wipe the tears that streaked down your cheeks and hold you in his arms, hating the way he could see your heart breaking because of him.

"I can't keep doing this, I can't keep giving you chances just for you to break my heart over and over again." Your voice began to crack, wrapping your arms around your knees, pulling them to your chest, "I-I keep waiting for the day you'd feel differently but I get it, it's not happening"

"I'm sorry" Bucky whispered, almost reaching out to hold you one last time, deciding against it as he got up and made his way out of your room for the last time. His chest ached when he heard the first sob slip past your lips, softly closing the door behind him.

You cried your heard out, the pain far worse than you imagined it to be, wishing you'd kept your feelings to yourself because now you'd lost Bucky forever. You wouldn't wake up to him sneaking into your room for cuddles. You wouldn't walk into your apartment to find him crashed on your couch. You wouldn't wake up wrapped in his arms, legs tangled together with naughty kisses first thing in the morning.

Why did you fall so hard for him.

-

"Alright, what's going on with him" Tony huffed, "He's more grumpy than usual and I'm going to lose my billionaire status with how many punching bags I've replaced within the last week. Rogers?"

Steve shrugged, equally confused and worried as to why his best friend was far more moody than usual. There hadn't been any particularly grueling missions recently and there was nothing scheduled for the month. Over the past few weeks, Bucky had been closed off, secluded in his room, only leaving to spend time in the gym, breaking bags left, right and center.

"What's wrong with you" Steve found the soldier in the gym, grunting between punches, sweat dripping down his body, jaw clenched as he landed another hit, causing the leather to give way with sand spilling to the floor.

"Nothing" Bucky shook his head, hardly registering the sting of his split knuckles, panting while his heart thudded against his chest, having gone at it for the past hour, non stop.

"Buck, this is the fourth bag you've broken" Steve sighed, while Bucky huffed in response, already making his way to the rack to grab a new one.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with a girl, would it?" The blonde smirked, carefully watching his face. Bucky's eyes grew wide, blinking while Steve stared at him knowingly.

"N-no" Bucky shook his head, no, this had nothing to do with a girl, nor did it have to do with feelings. He didn't actually care about this girl or miss her, he didn't crave to feel her warmth, he was perfectly capable of falling asleep without cuddling her to his chest. He didn't miss her sweet laugh or cute shy smile. He didn't care that he couldn't hear her voice anymore and she didn't appear in every single one of his dreams, making his heart yearn for her more-

"Buck, seriously?" Steve deadpanned at his best friends lovesick puppy face while Bucky chewed his lip.

"You knew?"

"Not a lot" Steve shrugged. "Saw you talking to that cute librarian once when I was out for a run with Sam. S'not hard to figure out, considering you went from acting like the world was full of sunshine and rainbows to being a grumpy asshole all over again. So what happened"

Bucky only intended on giving Steve the most sparse details but once he started he couldn't stop. The more he spoke, the more it dawned on him that none of it was casual to begin with, that he'd fallen hard, deeply in love with you.

"You love her" Steve stated, seeing clear at day his best friend was an idiot.

"I don't love her" Bucky scoffed, his cheeks blushing at the way Steve cocked an eyebrow, "I love her"

"Go tell her you punk" Steve smacked him upside the head, chuckling as Bucky dashed out of the gym, running straight to his room to shower and change. He trembled like a leaf he entire time, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear, feeling awful for hurting you, awful for bottling and ignoring his feelings while hoping and praying you'd forgive him.

He thought about all the times he wanted more with you, about what it would be like for you to be his girl, fuck there had been nights where he'd even dreamt of spending his life with you. He hid it all away, convincing himself he didn't need anything else, that it was for the best for both of you even if you did make his heart feel whole.

He knew he wanted to be your man, every time he walked through your door, the stresses of his day instantly melting away, feeling like he was home. Nothing comforted him more than holding you in his arms, never wanting to let go.

He hopped onto his motor bike, swerving through the streets, taking the stairs two at a time to get back to you as fast as he could, not wanting to waste another minute. He shamelessly pulled out the spare key, knowing you'd be home around this time considering he had your scheduled memorized by now. Usually around this time, you liked to lounge on the couch under a pile of blankets with your comfort show on.

"Doll?" Bucky quietly unlocked the door, toeing his boots off, the scent of your home already causing his emotions to fly around wildly. He felt like he was home, whole once again, why did he ever let this go.

"Baby, where are you" Bucky called, frowning when he saw your house keys still hanging by the door yet found the living room empty. He continued to search for you, quietly pushing your bedroom door open, melting at the sight of your curled up form, sleeping under a pile of blankets. He felt a pang in his chest seeing tear streaks down your cheeks, evident that you'd been crying.

You stirred at the sound of the door creaking, shifting in your sleep as he quietly made his way over, gently coaxing you awake.

"Hey doll" he whispered, stroking your face with his metal hand, like he always did when he came over in the middle of a night, usually when he couldn't sleep or whenever missions finished and he immediately needed to come and see you.

"Bucky?" Your voice cracked, rubbing sleep from your eyes, unsure if you were dreaming when you felt the bed dip and his cool melt fingers stroking your cheek, the familiar scent of him making you feel giddy after you missed him so much. "What-what are you doing here"

"I- He paused, unsure of where to even start, guilt already consuming him for making you feel like he never cared for you in the first place. "I'm sorry doll. I'm so sorry"

"For what" You scoffed softly, sniffling back fresh tears that wanted to spill, still struggling to mend your broken heart, "Was there something you needed again" Your defeated voice made Bucky feel worse, realizing you probably thought he was back to use you, when you had all the rights to kick him out of your room immediately.

"No! No baby, never. I-I'm not here for that y/n, I promise" Bucky scrambled to your side, reaching for your hands, pressing them to his chest, his heart hammering against his ribcage. "I'm so sorry for what I said to you baby, it wasn't true, I didn't even realize how I felt about you. I missed you so much" HIs eyes were desperately pleading with you to believe him.

"You-you said you never saw me that way" you whispered, shrinking away from him once again, too scared to let him hurt you a second time. "You left me Bucky"

"Baby, look at me" He begged, hesitantly reaching out to cup your cheeks, relaxing a little when you didn't flinch away. "Please sweets, I mean it. I did see you that way. I care about you, fuck, I love you y/n" As soon as the words left Bucky's mouth, he felt complete like never before. It was like his heart stitched itself back together, feeling free, realizing how true it was. He loved you, more than anything else.

"No you don't Bucky" you couldn't bring yourself to believe him, gasping when he pulled you into his arms, his thumb stroking your face.

"I do doll, I promise I do. I was too stupid to realize it even when it was obvious. I thought about you every second of the day, you know that? Whenever the jet would land, I'd run straight to you because I just wanted to come home. I just wanted to come straight to you. You were my everything, i wanted to keep you protected, just live in a world where it was just you and me. I fell in love with you angel, tried to convince myself every single day that what I felt for you was nothing more"

"Bucky-

"Steve knew" Bucky cut you off, chuckling at your confused, pouty expression.

"What?"

"He knew. He didn't know everything but he knew enough to piece together why I was acting like a love stuck idiot. You have no idea what kind of effect you had on me doll. I was the happiest I've ever been with you. My heart was breakin' without you baby, I just wanted my girl back"

"Your girl?" You whispered softly, your cheeks heating up at the thought while Bucky nodded, pulling you down to lay with him.

"My girl. All mine. Can't believe I tried to ignore it, I've been in love with you for so long doll. M'sorry I hurt you angel, I'll never break your heart again, I promise" He held you to his chest, his words making your eyes water, burying yourself in his warmth. He kissed the tears that spilled from your lashes, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Will you be mine? Really mine?"

"M'yours Bucky" your voice was muffled, clinging onto him while he wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair.

"Y'know this means you'll have to put up with Steve and Sam" Bucky playfully teased making you giggle, already aware his friends would probably start to follow him once they officially found out about you. "and you'll have to be my date for all of Tony's extravagant shit"

"That doesn't sound so bad" You quipped, while Bucky rolled over, tucking his face against your neck, needily cuddling into you, craving your warmth after weeks of having been apart.

"That's because you've never seen me drink, sugar" Bucky hummed, sleep already starting to claim him, hugging you tightly as he closed his eyes. "Might even drunkenly ask you to marry me"

"I'd drunkenly say yes" you hummed, wrapping your body around his, he warmth of his skin making your eyes grow heavy.

"I love you doll" Bucky whispered before falling fast asleep in your arms, the world once again filled with sunshine with rainbows now that he was finally with you.

His girl.

His home.

[thebleedingwoodland]

TS3 - 3 STBL Renamed Mods "Asian" --> "Chinese", "Endowments" --> "Breasts", "Goopy Carbonara" ---> "Carbonara"

These 3 STBL Renamed Mods are separated, so you can choose 1 / 2 / all 3 of them. All these mods were tested and working well with each other Mods and with my previous STBL Renamed Mods in Spring Rolls and Mooncake Machine Maker.

I wondered why nobody made these renamed mods for almost 16 years since The Sims has been released from year 2009, therefore I finally made these mods by my own.

1. "Asian" --> "Chinese"

Reason why I made the change:

"Asian" term is too broad. Asia is one big continent, consists of 48 countries. Southeast Asians, South Asians, Western Asians do not eat using chopsticks and do not have traditional architecture like East Asians. East Asians themselves such as Japan and Korea have different culture and architecture from China. If the developer of this game wanted to point one country, Shang Simla, then it should be China / Chinese only. It is like calling Champs Les Sims "European" and Al Simhara "African". Champs Les Sims is called "French" and Al Simhara "Egyptian", why Shang Simla is called "Asian", not "Chinese" instead?

This mod changed the name of Asian in Game Tip, Trait, Tourist, object name of building items such as bridge and rocks that you can find in CAW (Create-A-World) for building World, but I cannot run the application. Please check the name change if you can run CAW application.

Languages are in English, Chinese, Japanese, Korean only.

To be honest I am tired. If you wanted to translate to your language, you can do it by open this .package file on EasySTBLManager by (†) CmarNYC, click "Copy to Missing" > Edit to your language> Save the .package. > Open .package in s3pe > Delete unnecessary language strings if you want.

2. "Endowments" --> "Breasts"

Reason why I made the change:

This text keeps appearing many times on loading screen, so I had to change the word because the word "Endowments" itself is too forced, to censor the name of adult female human body part, in this video game with Teen Rating. Breasts are scientifically & biologically correct term to call upper part of female human body made of fat with mammary glands to give milk to her baby, and they are not genitalia. As they started to develop since young girls were pre-teen, which are the target demographic of The Sims game itself, and adult women themselves wanting to adjust both their own real life breasts and their Sims' breasts, so nothing sexual or taboo here.

Languages: All Languages. (Using online translator, feel free to comment to correct if there was wrong translation).

3. "Goopy Carbonara" ---> "Carbonara"

Reason why I made the change:

I know that "Goopy" name was from Goopy Gilscarbo from The Sims 2 character. But for me, as I have been playing The Sims 3 since the base game released in year 2009, I wanted the name of food was just like in real life. That's it. No Goopy. Just "Carbonara".

The Traditional Chinese language version did not translated directly to "Goopy Carbonara", but instead other food pasta menu and it was incorrect. 醬料通心粉 (Macaroni with sauce) --> 卡邦尼意粉 (Carbonara) While the Japanese translation it was translated directly to "Goopy Carbonara" in katakana, I deleted the グーピー word.

Languages are in English, Chinese, Japanese only.

Known issues: ⚠️ These mods may not be compatible with other STBL renamed mods made by other Modders due to accidental same instance code used by other Modders that can make other Rename mods you installed before this mod will revert back to original word.

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List of instance code compatibility:

Chinese 0x000F16B00BA8342C 0x0D40E85822FDE71A Breasts 0x00412F6BF0473B4A Carbonara 0x000F16B00BA8342D

As usual, install .package file on Package folder. You can safely delete the package if you no longer want to use the default replacement.

[ Download "Asian" --> "Chinese" Renamed Mod Default Replacement ] Required: World Adventure Expansion Pack

[ Download "Endowments" --> "Breasts" Renamed Mod Default Replacement ] Required: Late Night Expansion Pack

[ Download "Goopy Carbonara" ---> "Carbonara" Renamed Mod Default Replacement ] Base Game compatible.

More screenshots of rename mod proofs are below:

Do Italian Sims players get annoyed or angry if their pasta, Carbonara, is called "Goopy Carbonara" in this game? Just wondering.

[olderthannetfic]

The question of deleting fics is an interesting one. Ive definitely felt the impulse before, i have LOTS of ficlets and unfinished multi chapter fics that i absolutely despise bc they dont meet my current standards/employ tropes + characterizations that would now be pretty dated or even offensive -- but my parents were the type to tell me to save everything i made, because art was the only thing i was ever passionate about, so i could never muster the will power too.

Nowadays ive decided to lean into the fact that i have so many abandoned accounts -- even if a few have dissapeared for good by now (rip Quotev - that site was So formative in my writing life lmao), i like to imagine that there might be a handful of copies hanging out in a few scattered hard drives around the world, by anyone who did happen to enjoy them. Whether its materially true or not, the notion sits very well with me -- and serves as another reminder of how much of a wonderful thing internet anonymity can be. The chance that my stories, however silly, could be datamined off what will be considered old devices in the future, and will only be connected to some silly username like 'nyanslenderman' or 'tordkin'-- i think its almost heartwarming. Makes those stories stop feeling so cringey in hindsight, just as like.. another teeny tiny part of human history, which ill be a part of whether i want to be or not.

While i try not to /demand/ that people never delete fics or art, i wish people would consider that angle a little more... there's nothing wrong with something you wrote while inexperienced, or in a bad time of your life, being a part of your mark on the world -- especially if its hidden by a username instead of your real name. Its always a treat to see preserved children's schoolwork or passion projects, or an artist's earliest works + practice pieces, from decades to centuries ago -- so why would stuff from our generations be recieved any differently by our own descendants? Why not let it stay, for the chance of being remembered that way?

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[no-charity-case]

Davey and flinching - 1/5

The conversation for today is exactly what the title says: we'll discuss David Jacobs and flinching (or a lack thereof).

As much as I discuss times Davey flinches, I also discuss reasons as to why he might flinch around each character, as I feel both are equally important.

This post grew far too long, so I've made 5 posts on the topic:

'Mr Wiesel' and the Delancey brothers. Snyder is also discussed.

Spot, the newsies, and violence in general. (In the works)

Mayer, Esther, Sarah, and Les. (In the works)

Denton, Medda, and Katherine. (In the works)

Jack. (In the works)

I must warn you that, despite splitting the post up, this one is a long read (roughly 8000 words, what a treat).

'Mr Wiesel' and the Delancey brothers:

I've already made this post before, but I lost it all in a tragic 'accidental post and delete' situation, and I'm unable to recover it. I hope this informal essay doesn't read as soulless as I felt while rewriting it.

Luckily (or unluckily) for anyone who puts themself through reading this, I've thought up some new points to replace the points that I've lost.

Also, the book (and the movie transcripts I have) spells his name 'Weisel', but the stage script spells it 'Wiesel' (a different transcript of the movie uses 'Wisel'). Hard Promises calls him 'Mr. Wieselman,' so I'd be more inclined to use Wiesel, but I'll just refer to him as Weasel because I don't respect him.

Alright, let's begin.

Before we look at my first selection of gifs, let's outline (from Hard Promises) why Weasel is a threatening character.

To save me from defining this later, a cudgel is a short, heavy stick.

Underneath are instances of him scaring/intimidating/abusing those who work for him (particularly Otto and the Delanceys):

WEASEL, 40, supervises. He is tall, with the face of a battle scarred bird of prey. The toughs double their efforts when his eye falls on them. He grabs the arm of one tough, OTTO, 22, who winces as if expecting a blow.

Weasel considers the wager, then angrily rips Jack's hand off the coin and barks at OTTO. WEASEL Hundred papes for the wise guy.

Weasel glares, deciding whether a confrontation with Jack is worthwhile. He decides against it, swings a sudden backhand at the head of MORRIS, knocking him to the floor, then throws another paper onto DAVID'S stack.

WEASEL shouts orders in vain. He pulls his cudgel.

WEASEL I need to hire men, not half-starved kids. Give me cash and a free hand. SEITZ I'll get you the money. You get these papers on the streets. SEITZ exits. Several of WEASEL'S BOYS run in from outside. A SCAB They took all my papes! WEASEL kicks out the leg of a nearby table. He reaches down, wrenches it off the bent nail, tosses it to him. WEASEL Get out there and sell.

INT. WORLD CIRCULATION OFFICE - DAY SNYDER stands erect before SEITZ, who reads a copy of the Sun, OTTO and the DELANCIES lounge on stacks of unsold Papers. WEASEL angrily signals them to look sharp in front of the boss. SEITZ finishes reading, hands the paper back to SNYDER.

Seitz walks to the gate. Weasel stares after him, first shocked, then angry. Seitz is about to call out to the newsies when Weasel rushes up to him, grabs his arm. WEASEL You can't make a deal! We're winning! SEITZ It's over. Get back to work. The CHILDREN settle to watch the two men. JACK and DAVID push through to the front. WEASEL I can break 'em! Just let me - SEITZ I said it's over! Weasel, defiant, shouts to one of his men. WEASEL Open the gates! SEITZ Don't. The man stands frozen, not knowing whom to obey. Weasel shoves him aside and opens the gates himself. He shouts. WEASEL Break 'em! The NEWSIES stir uneasily, some backing away. MAYER and DENTON are just outside the gates, braced for a fight. Jack raises his hand to calm the newsies. JACK Easy, fellas ... The goons stand, clubs in hand, uncertain whether to charge. Weasel is almost apoplectic. WEASEL I said charge! No one moves. Seitz steps forward. SEITZ You're fired. I want you off the property, or I'll have you arrested. The boys cheer. Weasel is beaten

Here are examples of Weasel threatening/intimidating the newsies:

Weasel looks out a grimy window at the faces of three small children peering in. WEASEL Get outta here! The children flee.

INSIDE HIS WIRE CAGE, his cudgel close at hand, Weasel sits as the NEWSIES jockey for positions in line.

Word quickly spreads; the cries of outrage create a din. JACK looks at DAVID for direction then at the mob of angry BOYS. The COP moves the BOYS back into line. MORRIS jumps onto the loading dock as WEASEL exits with his cudgel. WEASEL Shut up all of you! ALL quiet immediately, turn and look up at WEASEL. Behind him OTTO, THE DELANCEYS and others.

WEASEL Now, anybody wants papes have your money ready and your mouth shut. WEASEL turns and goes back inside, followed by his goons. A hush over the disappointed crowd. Out of sight WEASEL beats a bell with his cudgel. WEASEL'S VOICE Line up! Line up! The BOYS slowly get in line. DAVID sympathetically puts his hand on JACK'S shoulder. JACK looks down at Les, then shrugs off DAVID'S hand and leaps onto the loading dock.

JACK I ain't buying your papes. WEASEL Then move aside! JACK turns and faces the BOYS. DAVID witnesses the birth of a leader as JACK struggles through with his impromptu speech. WEASEL Next! (No one moves) Next!!! JACK I don't know about the rest of you, but this is the only way I got to make a buck. And they're tryin' to take it away from me by raisin' the price. JACK pauses, mesmerized for a second by the attention. JACK It's time we stand up to 'em. Cause if we don't and we don't stick together now ... we ain't nothing ... to nobody and rats like Weasel'Il walk all over us. The BOYS cheer. JACK, surprised, looks at DAVID. DAVID, just as surprised, shrugs. JACK looks back at the crowd.

The BOYS quickly pick up the chant. A riot brewing. WEASEL, enraged, exits with his GOONS and shouts WEASEL If you ain't buyin', get off the dock! (TO HIS GOONS) Clear 'em out! The GOONS herd the BOYS out the gate. A few hang back to buy.

The NEWSIES attack. The SCABS are inundated by the onslaught of little bodies. They drop their papers to flee, but there is nowhere to run, because from behind the wagons WEASEL leads his THUG ARMY into battle. A NEWSIE gets cracked on the head and falls, bloody. The NEWSIES fight desperately, but the don't have a prayer against the armed ADULTS. DAVID leaps onto the upraised arm of a THUG, pulling him down with a crash. His rage takes over, and he punches again and again at the man's face. He rises, looks at his bloodied hand as if it were a foreign object. JACK manages to jam a club through the spokes of a wagon wheel, stopping the convoy again. He dodges a blow from the DRIVER, grabs his arm and pulls him off the wagon. He steps on the fallen DRIVER, climbing over him onto the wagon. FROM THIS HEIGHT JACK SEES A chaos of battles. WEASEL climbs atop the lead wagon, sorting his MEN to crush the NEWSIES. The wagons are starting to roll again. JACK shouts to DAVID over the din. JACK They're killing us.

The CHILDREN try to flee but are too densely packed. The long nightsticks connect again and again. Children's tears mix with blood as they fall or scramble over one another; squeezed between the COPS and WEASEL'S MEN.

WEASEL leads a squad of club-weilding THUGS, mowing through the NEWSIES like farmers with scythes.

And, linking most directly to the main focus of today, here are some extracts of Weasel being intimidating/aggressive towards David:

THEY laugh at CRUTCHY'S gullibility. JACK knuckles his head. A COMMOTION at the WINDOW draws their attention. AT THE CIRCULATION WINDOW DAVID holds his ground as WEASEL leans challengingly into his face. A hush settles over the CROWD as LES looks around nervously at the staring newsies. WEASEL Move away, Sheeny! DAVID (swallows) I paid for twenty. You gave me nineteen. WEASEL You callin' me a liar? DAVID sweats. OTTO chuckles in anticipation. JACK steps up beside DAVID and slams his hand down on the little stack of papers. DAVID jumps. Jack closes his eyes, and thumbs the stack.

DAVID sees the anger in JACK'S eyes. DAVID Don't let this get out of hand. JACK Do somethin' then. DAVID moves up and lays down in front of the horses. The BOYS CHEER his bravery. WEASEL leaps off the wagon and tries to move DAVID. A scuffle ensues and DAVID catches a glancing cudgel blow on his cheek and goes down. As WEASEL raises the cudgel again JACK dives onto his back.

Interestingly, David is the only one to have mercy on Weasel when the boys want to fight him at the end. It appears that he's strangely forgiven Weasel. Not in a way where he excuses what Weasel did to him. I'd say it's more in the sense that he knows Weasel is suffering enough already from the natural consequences, and he doesn't need to sink to Weasel's level through name-calling or hitting.

The boys cheer. Weasel is beaten. He draws himself erect and walks out of the gates. He is confronted by the solid mass of children. SOMEONE splatters him with an overripe tomato. He starts for the kid. JACK steps in front of him. JACK I don't think that's such a good idea, Weasel. The boys are ready to tear him apart. DAVID Don't touch him! Let him go. Jack pulls the cudgel out of Weasel's belt. JACK You won't be needin' this. Weasel doesn't dare protest, surrounded by hostile newsies. Their snickers cut to the heart of his pride. No one steps aside for him. JACK Where's your manners? Say excuse me. Weasel has no choice. He faces the nearest newsie. LES. Weasel can barely get the words.out. WEASEL Excuse me. LES I can't hear yeh. WEASEL (grits his teeth) Excuse me. Les moves. Weasel swallows his rage, faces the next newsie. WEASEL Excuse me. And so on through the entire crowd of children he once terrified.

Comparing the two gifs above, Davey seems more scared of Weasel than he is of the Delanceys.

When Oscar slams nineteen papers to his chest, Davey doesn't flinch. In fact, he looks disappointed. But when Weasel slams a paper to his chest, David's full body flinches.

Now, there could be many reasons for this. Firstly, nineteen papers provide a little bit of padding to soften the blow, whereas a singular paper (if Weasel decided to hit him with more force) wouldn't provide any cushioning for the fist.

Another possibility is that Oscar hit him before the commotion (the "I paid for twenty, but you gave me nineteen" situation), and Weasel hit him after. Therefore, he wasn't afraid of Weasel or the Delanceys the first time, but was intimidated the second time.

The final explanation we'll discuss (and the one I am most drawn to) is that David wasn't expecting the aggression from Oscar and expected something far worse from Weasel.

In 1992sies, David is talking to Mush and Blink until Crutchy (who is in front of him in the line) goes to buy his papers. David then observes how the newsies interact with Weasel so he'll know what to do. Sidenote: Crutchy isn't a great example as he's actually polite.

In livesies, Davey watches everyone before him (Jack, Race, and Crutchie) get their papers, so he may have also observed the dynamics between Weasel and the Delanceys during this time (it is also plausible that he knew of their dynamics in the 1992 version, as Mush or Blink may have told him).

It isn't said in the novelisation that David feels less afraid of the Delanceys (in fact, it says quite the opposite, but let's save that point for when the focus moves to the Delanceys).

From the novel, David is observant as he's stood in line, but it doesn't show him noticing how Weasel treats the Delanceys.

David watched the boys in front of him carefully so he would know just how to behave. They acted tough, flipped their quarters in the air, and scornfully addressed the man giving out the papers as Weasel, though his real name was Weisel. But when David's turn came, he found that he had been too well brought up to do any of these things. He simply handed Weisel his dime and said, "Twenty papers, sir, if you please."

From Hard Promises, the most that David could have noticed was this:

The humiliated DELANCEY BROTHERS push through the line and enter the CIRCULATION OFFICE... late for work again. From behind the window where the papers are dispensed, WEASEL, disgusted, watches the brothers get to work. INSIDE HIS WIRE CAGE, his cudgel close at hand, Weasel sits as the NEWSIES jockey for positions in line. David and Les take their place. Older boys cut in the front, with no protest, including Racetrack, Mush, and Crutchy.

The one above is a maybe, because David was getting in line at the same time as the Delanceys entered late (so he may or may not have been preoccupied). In the 1992 movie, we can't see Weasel's reaction to their lateness. But I'm sure if we could've seen it, Weasel would be intimidating or perhaps threatening.

Weasel considers the wager, then angrily rips Jack's hand off the coin and barks at OTTO

(In the case of him actually watching Jack buy his papers), David would've noticed the power imbalance between Weasel and his 'toughs'. This would explain why he was disappointed when Oscar slammed the paper to his chest.

Of course he'd be more scared of Weasel (based on Hard Promises) as he quite literally calls David an antisemitic slur:

A COMMOTION at the WINDOW draws their attention. AT THE CIRCULATION WINDOW DAVID holds his ground as WEASEL leans challengingly into his face. A hush settles over the CROWD as LES looks around nervously at the staring newsies. WEASEL Move away, Sheeny! DAVID (swallows) I paid for twenty. You gave me nineteen. WEASEL You callin' me a liar? DAVID sweats. OTTO chuckles in anticipation. JACK steps up beside DAVID and slams his hand down on the little stack of papers. DAVID jumps. Jack closes his eyes, and thumbs the stack. JACK Nineteen, Weasel. One a yer bums can't add. Weasel glares, deciding whether a confrontation with Jack is worthwhile. He decides against it, swings a sudden backhand at the head of MORRIS, knocking him to the floor, then throws another paper onto DAVID'S stack.

David's swallowing indicates that he paused for a moment before he replied. Was this so he could calm down and act composed? Or was this so he could build up the courage to defend himself? (Both can coexist, of course, but one interpretation implies he was seething whereas the other suggests he was terrified).

Weasel hit one of his staff (even worse, one of his nephews), so David likely didn't want to find out how he'd treat a newsie or, more specifically, how Weasel would treat him (because of Weasel's antisemitic beliefs).

Let's combine the media forms for a minute. Weasel calls David a slur, backhands Morris so hard he falls to the floor, and then slams a newspaper into Davey's chest (as the gif above shows). The way his full body flinches in the musical makes more sense after reading the Hard Promises script. He knows how Weasel feels about him, and he's seen how violent the man can be. Davey likely expected worse than just a paper thrust into his chest. If I were in his situation, I'd be terrified of Weasel too.

I'm about to talk about the big fight in non-chronological order. It's because my observations best flow this way. I will try my best to establish when they actually occur in relation to one another (if anything is unclear to anyone, I will be sure to elaborate).

After the cops hit Romeo in the musical's big fight (as soon as the newsies realise it wasn't a fair fight), the first thing Davey does is knock Weasel out.

This reveals how much of a threat Weasel is to Davey. With little time to think about the situation, his first instinct is to attack Weasel, rendering him useless for the rest of the fight (he does eventually stand up, but he doesn't involve himself any further).

This is likely because Davey feared what Weasel would do to him and Les with the support of the cops, as the brothers are targeted by Weasel.

Just a little bonus: in the proshot, Weasel skedaddles away instead (I think he gets elbowed by a cop haha, like whose side are you on), but I much prefer the significance of Davey knocking him out.

We can see Weasel sitting down in another frame, clearly in pain from the hit. He disappears by the time Crutchy/Crutchie gets beaten.

Davey instead rushes to Romeo and asks if he's alright. Just remember that you can combine as many Newsies media forms as you'd like. If you'd like to imagine that Davey does both (knocking Weasel out and checking on Romeo), feel free to do so.

Interestingly, it seems that most newsies are fully aware that Weasel targets the Jacobs brothers.

The first thing Weasel does when the fight breaks out is attack Les, and it seems that Romeo, Jojo, Race, and Crutchie already saw it coming as the four of them immediately rush to protect him.

Les is seen cowering away (it's terrible that even the child was scared Weasel would hurt him first), and Romeo immediately shields him, then ushers him off to Crutchie. Jojo runs to distract Weasel's henchman, and Race fights Weasel himself.

We can see Romeo throw Weasel in Race's direction in the 2012 bootleg, so Race may have been yelling 'over here' or Romeo may have made the executive decision that Race ought to fight Weasel.

I prefer the interpretation that Race rushed to protect Les, as they couldn't have got him away from Weasel if no one volunteered to distract him (just as Jojo ran to distract the henchman following Weasel). However, both suggestions (based on the evidence we have) could be true.

Just look at Weasel as soon as he is done with Race. He goes straight back to attacking Les. He only switches target when Davey rushes over, because he dislikes the older Jacobs brother more (probably because he was the one who, in Weasel's words, gave him "ungrounded accusations.")

This view is supported further by the Newsies novelisation, which shows Weasel, Snyder, and the Delanceys targeting David and Jack (this is during the rally, by the way).

Perhaps, if the band hadn't played so loud and the boys hadn't whistled, stomped, and cheered so raucously, they might have heard [...] Weisel, Snyder, and the Delancey brothers muttering among themselves about what they would do when they got their hands on certain individuals named Jacobs and Kelly.

The fact that Snyder even knows about David implies that Weasel had ranted about his loathing for him.

Alternatively (although both interpretations can co-exist), Crutchy may have even snitched on Davey to Snyder (rightfully so, I'd also confess pretty much anything if I were locked in the Refuge). But, of course, the comment about Crutchy is only relevant/applicable if you believe Snyder chased him for extra information after he accidentally pointed Jack out.

This is further supported by Hard Promises when Jack tries to break Crutchy/Crutchie out. He's already being interrogated, and this may escalate over time as Snyder loses patience.

CRUTCHY and the BOY return. CRUTCHY battered in body and spirit, looks sickly. He leans against the bed. JACK sees him. CRUTCHY You shouldn't of come here, Jack. Snyder's askin' about ya.

A third suggestion is that Snyder may also be an antisemite. It wouldn't surprise me: he's a hateful guy. Realistically, they should only be targeting Jack, as the point of breaking up the rally was to capture the escaped convict. If that's the case, then why toy around with ideas of what they'd do when they got their hands on David? He's not a convict. In fact, he's the least likely to have committed a crime at all. Maybe, if you believe he gave additional information to Snyder, Crutchy told him that David helped Jack when they visited him in the Refuge.

In case you don't believe any of the three, it is fully possible that Snyder spoke only of Jack, whereas Weasel and the Delanceys spoke about Jack and David.

Anyways, let's circle back to the gif above this section. As soon as Weasel knocked Race (the distraction) to the ground, he rushed back to Les. He only changed his target when Davey ran over to help his little brother. Weasel dislikes both the Jacobs brothers, but he hates Davey the most. Les and Davey are absolutely terrified of Weasel during the fight, and they had every right to be, quite literally being targeted.

Just look at how Davey flinches when Weasel first raises his cudgel. Before the camera cuts to Jack, we can see Davey moving his arm to shield himself. He wants to keep a safe distance between himself and Weasel (only running over there so Weasel would leave Les alone). When the camera cuts back to David and Weasel, we see that Weasel has come closer, and David has to jump to dodge the cudgel (causing Weasel to hit the wagon).

David looks absolutely petrified when Weasel takes that second swing, so it makes sense that he'd immediately punch Weasel when the police show up.

Firstly, he didn't want Weasel to draw attention to the Jacobs and make them a target of the police too. But he also had a better chance of getting Les away from there if Weasel was unconscious or injured badly.

When Jack scabs in the movie, the newsies' reactions become more and more intense:

Mush is upset, begging Jack to realise he's doing the wrong thing.

MUSH Jack? Jack, look at me, will ya? Come on, it’s me, Mush. Look at me. What are you doin’, Jack?

Blink is in denial, also trying to get Jack to realise he's made a mistake.

KID BLINK This ain’t happening. This can’t be happening. What are you doin’ Jack? Come on, what are you doin’?

Boots is livid with the betrayal, choosing to interrogate Jack.

BOOTS Come on. What is this? Where’d you get them clothes?

Race shouts threats at Jack.

RACETRACK Look at him in his little suit. You bum! I’ll soak ya! Ya fink!

And Spot lunges at Jack, trying to fight him.

SPOT Hey, hey, hey. Enough! Let me get my hands dirty. Come here, you dirty, rotten scabber! (as the newsies drag him away) I'll murder you! You dirty rat! Traitor!

The police shove them back (even Mush and Blink, which is strange because they weren't being aggressive at all, they were just acting hurt). The newsies also try to drag the boys away, so we can assume they were somewhat afraid of the cops and didn't want anyone getting hurt even more.

So, when David gets to the front, he keeps a short distance from the cops and stares disappointedly at Jack. If he made no noise and didn't push at the human barrier, they'd have no reason to shove him back.

As we can see in the novel extract below, the Delanceys shoved the newsies instead of the cops, so (in this version) Davey may have also been avoiding the Delanceys.

His worst suspicions confirmed. Spot Conlon went crazy. He rushed toward Jack, screaming, "You sold us out! You dirty scab, I'll murder you!" But when Spot reached the Delancey brothers, they hurled him back so he fell on the cobblestones, banging his head and scraping his face. David ran along beside Jack, being careful to keep his distance from the goons.

Either way, David was careful to not anger the cops or Weasel, because he knew they could be as rough as they liked (it's not like the law enforcers were going to defend him: they've already used brute force against the newsies).

Back to the movie. Weasel doesn't see David as a violent character, which is a wild thing to believe. Even ignoring the musical, Davey is prepared to fight when he feels it's necessary. I mean, just watch him at the rally. Perhaps Weasel figured he wouldn't do anything because no one he cared about was in immediate danger. After all, David is normally anti-violence.

But Weasel speaks patronisingly to David, almost provoking him to prove him wrong. He could be doing this so he had an excuse to shove and belittle him (similarly to the gid below).

WEASEL Ah. You wanna talk to him? Come on, come on. Sure. Go right ahead.

Transcripts disagree on whether Weasel says "ah" or "aww," but both have a similar effect (even though aww would certainly be more irritating).

David didn't budge his anti-violence stance when provoked by Weasel. He's an intelligent and observant character, and likely predicted that Weasel wanted an excuse to be cruel towards him.

But, when Jack provokes them in their conversation, Davey actually becomes angry. He expects all sorts of cruelty and tricks from Weasel but not from Jack.

The "I got money in my pockets. Real money. Money, you understand? I got more on the way and as soon as I collect, I’m gone, I’m away. Alright?" line really breaks my heart as David's family were never well off, and he is currently the poorest he has ever been (because his father isn't working, and he and Les have brought in no money after the strike began. They are living off the pennies Esther and Sarah make). Despite this, he still stays loyal to the newsies and the strike.

DAVID So, this is why you didn’t escape last night. You’re a liar! You lied about everything. You lied about your father being out west, ‘cause he’s not out west! You didn’t even tell me your real name! JACK So? What you wanna do about it Dave? DAVID I don’t understand you. JACK Oh, so let me spell it out for ya. You see, I ain’t got nobody tucking me in at night, like you. It’s just me, I gotta look out for myself. DAVID You had the newsies.. JACK Oh, what’d being a newsies ever give me but a dime a day and a few black eyes? You know, I can’t afford to be a kid no more, Dave.  For the first time in my life, I got money in my pockets. Real money. Money, you understand? I got more on the way and as soon as I collect, I’m gone, I’m away. Alright? DAVID Well, that’s good. That’s good because we don’t need you! We don’t need you! All those words you said, those were mine. JACK Yeah, but you never had the guts to put them across yourself, didja? DAVID I do now

He managed to be the bigger person and step away, but before he could speak to the newsies, Jack made one last comment.

JACK Come on. What's the matter?

Then, as the novelisation puts it, "David lunged at Jack, but Weisel grabbed him and hurled him away." Weasel is watching the entire interaction with a smirk, almost like he was waiting for David to attack.

Weasel is clearly more concerned with taunting David than he is with keeping Jack safe. His first comment after shoving Davey away isn't 'get your hands of him!' or 'stay back!', it's:

WEASEL Maybe you’d like a new suit of your own, huh?

Which further pokes fun at the Jacobs' financial situation.

David tenses up completely when Weasel grabs his shoulders (during the line above). Although this is different to flinching away, it is a similar fear response. He was already moving, so in this case, Davey's freezing presents how scared he is of Weasel. In moments of stillness, he'll sharply move away, and in moments of movement, he'll freeze (this physical contrast makes his fear of Weasel more noticeable).

Interestingly, Davey lunges at Jack earlier in their conversation in the Hard Promises script, and Jack tells the cops to let David go. Oh yeah, and David actually hits Jack before getting dragged away:

ANGLE - JACK and THE COPS David walks determinedly across the street. Jack freezes. The Cops step forward. Jack waves them back, bracing himself for David's wrath. The Cops hover close by, ready for action. DAVID You're a liar! You've been lying since the minute I met you. You made up headlines like you made up your life. You probably don't even have a brother. You never even told me your real name! JACK So ... what're you gonna do about it, Davey? David, enraged, slugs Jack. Jack stumbles back and the cops grab David. Jack hand to his mouth. JACK Let him go. The cops push David away. DAVID I don't understand you. JACK No? Well, lemme spell it out for you. See, I ain't got nobody to tuck me in at night. It's just me and I gotta look out for myself.

Jack didn't want David falling into the hands of Weasel of the cops. Is this because he knew they'd hurt him? Or is it because he knew how afraid Davey was of them?

I removed a 300-word rant about Jack being afraid of Pulitzer's threat about David going to the Refuge because it isn't fully relevant, but it is another interesting discussion point of why Jack and the newsies feel that David in particular would do poorly if the Delanceys, Weasel, or Snyder got their hands on him. Just have a think about that one and I'll elaborate another time, haha.

Let's now put a greater focus on why David does/might flinch around the Delancey brothers.

Well, as seen in the gif above, they did hurt his chest/shoulder (I've seen people suggest both) on their first meeting. Not a great first impression. A person might subconsciously flinch around someone whom they associate with pain, even if the pain inflicted wasn't necessarily malicious.

However, the novelisation suggests that David was wary of the Delanceys from the outset, associating them with extreme forms of violence:

Every time the Delancey brothers were about to lay their hands on him, "Cowboy" sprang away, vaulting a hydrant or swinging on the great iron gates like a monkey. Oscar and Morris grew short of breath and red-faced with rage. David worried that they would beat Cowboy to death if they ever caught him.

When David was refused his twentieth paper, the Delanceys approached him, and he was terrified. He began nervously sweating, which is part of a fight-or-flight response.

David was not deterred. He respected grown-ups, but he knew when he was right, and he would not be bullied away from his position. "I want my other paper." Out of the corner of his eye, David saw the Delancey brothers coming his way. He felt the sweat start to run from his armpits. Suddenly the newsie with the red bandanna was standing beside him, flipping quickly through the stack of papers. "It's nineteen, all right," Cowboy said.

Let's connect this with the Hard Promises extract below, which depicts the same moment. The combined context implies that David jumps/flinches because of the Delanceys, not Jack. He was already afraid of what the brothers might do to him, and the sudden smack of Jack's hand on the papers could've startled David because, when scared, people are more sensitive to unexpected stimuli.

DAVID sweats. OTTO chuckles in anticipation. JACK steps up beside DAVID and slams his hand down on the little stack of papers. DAVID jumps. Jack closes his eyes, and thumbs the stack.

And (from the novel), the Delanceys were the reason Davey was reluctant to strike. He remained silent, nervous to commit because of how they violently and sadistically treated the newsies.

David was thinking about the trolley workers, all beaten and bloody. He thought about the Delancey brothers and the queer, cruel way they smiled when they caught a newsie and hurt him. He couldn't say the word either.

Let's next discuss this small gif from when Delanceys intimidate the newsies (that doesn't really narrow it down, but I don't know what else to label the scene). It's this scene:

MORRIS DELANCEY Say, Oscar, it looks like we got bum information about a strike happenin’ here today. Not that I’m complainin’. I know my skullbustin’ arm could use a day of rest.

Right after Morris threatens them with his brass knuckles, Oscar takes a sudden step towards the group. Finch, Jack, Race, Mush, Les, Specs, and Davey all flinch. It's more obvious to notice everyone else's reaction as we can see their bodies and faces. We can only see Davey's arm (on the right), but he moves away at the same time the other newsies react, so we can deduce that he also flinched.

To be fair, all the newsies are somewhat scared of the Delanceys, as they are the two who most commonly beat them up. Those flinches could be similarly explained as a reaction to the unexpected stimuli (Oscar getting in their faces is accompanied by a slamming noise). However, they are on edge/anxious because of the Delancey's presence, so the newsies' (and Davey's) flinching in this very moment links back to the Delanceys.

So, the newsies are afraid of the Delanceys, but why? We see Jack having fun defeating and taunting them in the beginning, so why be scared if Jack's around? Well, I think they are intimidated by the violent, sadistic way they act.

Just look at the gif above, Morris is eager to fight the newsies (even though the newsies are trying to attack the scabs), and we can see Oscar begin to follow him. It is their job to protect the scabs somewhat; however, Morris and Oscar aren't running between the newsies and the scabs. The scabs are at the front of the stage, and the Delanceys are running to attack the newsies at the back. So, we can assume that they use any excuse to terrorise the newsies.

Weasel stops Morris because he's aware of the little army he has. Perhaps the Delanceys were not told of this plan, or maybe Morris and Oscar were simply too keen to fight some newsies, and their aggression towards the scabs provided the perfect opportunity.

Interestingly, Davey doesn't flinch away from the Delanceys, the scabs, or the newsies despite stepping between them. I'd assume he isn't afraid to turn his back on the Delanceys and scabs in this very moment because he feels safer in large numbers. He also isn't the first to run from the fight in the musical (in fact, he's one of the last), so he isn't afraid of getting hurt like he was during his first confrontation with Weasel.

Another scab is afraid of the newsies and the Delanceys (just look at how tense he is around both). The Delanceys don't care about the scab's safety, or else they'd accompany him. They likely hoped to see him get hurt.

Weasel targets the Jacobs, and the Delanceys target Crutchie and the children (those they perceive as easy targets). In the musical, Morris shoves Crutchie to the ground:

MORRIS DELANCEY You want some of that, too? Ya lousy crip! [He goes after Crutchie, who hasn’t said anything. Albert immediately helps Crutchie up off the ground and supports his weight.]

And in the movie, Oscar shoves Snipeshooter (the closest child):

For revenge, Oscar jerks Snipeshooter out of line and propels him to the rear. OSCAR In the back, you lousy shrimp

Well, I'm sure you can draw your own conclusions from how the Delanceys treat Crutchie when he gets taken to the Refuge in the musical:

JACK Cheese it! It’s the bulls! [The boys all run, fast, but the Delanceys have got hold of Crutchie.] CRUTCHIE Jack, wait for me! OSCAR DELANCEY Hey! Where do you think you’re going? CRUTCHIE Jack, help! Romeo! Finch! MORRIS DELANCEY Ah, shut it, crip! [He hits Crutchie, hard.] SNYDER Well, it’s off to the Refuge with you, little man. CRUTCHIE No! No, stop! No, please don’t! [Snyder beats him with his own crutch]

And how the Delanceys treat Crutchy when he gets taken to the Refuge in the movie:

JACK Cheezit -- the bulls! The Newsies scatter through the snowstorm of paper as three mounted policemen gallop into the square -- Crutchy, hobbling as fast as he can, falls -- a large hand snatches him up -- Morris, grinning through the paint. But no one notices as -- The Newsies leap, cheering in triumph, through the drifting shreds of paper, as they vanish in all directions --

They are clearly taking some sick joy in tormenting him, so both of these scenes are very sadistic. Hard Promises is arguably more sinister as Crutchie gets taken during a calm scene, which suggests they didn't just see an opportunity and take it, but instead implies this was pre-planned.

ANGLE - LOADING DOCK OSCAR DELANCEY exits and sees BOOTS and CRUTCHY working with the paint brushes. He looks back inside and signals OTTO and his brother, MORRIS, to join him. Then the THREE start towards the gate. ANGLE - GATE BOOTS looks up and sees them coming. Grabs the paint and yells to CRUTCHY and they take off. OTTO and the BROTHERS burst through a side door and chase them. BOOTS drops the paint and takes off. CRUTCHY hobbles as fast as he can, but he doesn't have a prayer. He stops and turns, facing them, his crutch held high like a baseball bat. BOOTS turns and sees them surrounding CRUTCHY. MORRIS tries to got in behind him. CRUTCHY spins and slams him in the jaw with his crutch. MORRIS goes down. CRUTCHY, distracted, is overpowered by the OTHERS. ANGLE - BOOTS Tears in his eyes and helpless, he watches from the shadows.

The Delanceys are truly terrible people. There was no guarantee Crutchy/Crutchie would survive the Refuge. The novelisation tells us there's a high probability that he won't live if he doesn't leave soon:

"Crutchy won't last long in there," Jack told David as they were walking home. "I've seen stronger guys not make it."

The musical also shows how worried Jack is that Crutchy/Crutchie won't survive:

JACK Specs brung me a note from Crutchie at the Refuge. I tried to go see him. I went up the fire escape. They busted him up so bad, he couldn’t even come to the window. Now, what if he don’t make it, huh? Are you willin’ to shoulder that? For what, half a penny a pape?

All of this reveals how malicious the Delancey brothers are, but the suggestion that Crutchy/Crutchie might die in the Refuge also relates to David. Jack is equally afraid of Davey being locked in the refuge, and Pulitzer knows:

An example from the musical:

JACK Just do yourself a favor. Stay clear of him and the Refuge.

An example from the movie:

PULITZER To your friends, I won’t be so kind. Now, you’re partner, what’s his name? David. I understand he has a family. What do you think the Refuge will do to him? And it will be you who put him there.

Why David specifically? Perhaps this supports the claim that Snyder is an antisemite, especially as the musical points out how the Jacobs brothers in particular would suffer in the Refuge, "Davey and his baby brother ripped from their loving family and tossed to the rats. Will they ever be able to thank you enough?" Alternatively, this could be because Davey isn't as rough as the other boys, so he would be bullied by others in the Refuge since there aren't enough resources for everyone.

Although the newsies feel confident fighting the Delanceys as a group, they are terrified of fighting a brother one-on-one. Look at the first gif, Romeo flinches away from Oscar, and three newsies rush to his defence (Mush, Race, and I have no idea who the third one is, it all moves too fast).

In the second gif, they're all fighting the Delanceys, even though most of them get kicked to the ground. Basically, the Delanceys are intimidating, and every newsie (not just David) is afraid of them, but they'll take the Delanceys in a fight if their friends are around to protect/defend them.

Perhaps this is why Jack is so on edge when he hears the Delanceys are planning on catching Davey alone and injuring him severely.

WEASEL Sleep well Cowboy? OSCAR Come with us, Cowboy. We’re gonna go fix you’re pal, Davey. Fix him so he can’t walk. MORRIS Shut up (Jack starts to go after them.) WEASEL Uh-uh. Lift one finger, it’s right back to the Refuge.

Firstly, the brothers have pre-planned what could be an attempted murder (I'll comment on why they could've intended to kill him shortly). Not only that, they planned (or at least Morris planned) not to tell Jack, so they truly wanted enough time to cause real damage before anyone found them.

Weasel, of course, stops Jack from going after the Delanceys. Why wouldn't he? Perhaps Weasel was the one to come up with the idea. After all, Davey doesn't seem like the Delanceys' usual target, especially at this point in the movie when he's become more and more daring. Or, if the Delanceys came up with the plan themselves, Weasel supported it because he dislikes David.

Arguably, the novel makes this situation sound more sinister. It's something about the "so he can't walk at all" being muttered, as if the comment was for himself instead of Jack.

Or perhaps they are somewhat gloating about what they're about to do because they know there's nothing Jack can do to stop it. The Delanceys certainly take pleasure from the pain of others, mental or physical.

After he got his papers, he ran into the Delancey brothers. "So you got smart and joined up," said the younger Delancey. "Why don't you come along with us now? We're going to visit your buddy, Davy Jacobs. Fix him so he can't walk no picket lines no more." "Fix him so he can't walk at all," muttered the elder Delancey. For a second he was the old Jack again. His temper flared, and he hissed, "You touch Davy and I'll …" "You'll what?" the younger Delancey inquired. "Listen, we got orders to watch you from the big boss his-self. One bad move and you're back in the Refuge, understand?" Jack hesitated. Then the life went out of him. He nodded and lowered his head and trudged off to sell his papers.

Jack's reaction is so awful, too. He tries to threaten the pair enough so they'll leave Davey alone, but the Delanceys have more power than Jack in this moment. "The life going out of him" could allude to the fact that he feels guilty because he can't save David.

When they actually get David, Oscar quickly overpowers him. He drags David up and punches him in the stomach. While he's focusing on the pain, Oscar hurls him back up, holding his arms apart so David can't block Morris' blows.

Instead of just hitting him, Morris takes a second to look at his terrified, pained face and laugh, taking some sick joy from the sight.

This potentially could've been the last time anyone saw him alive, as a punch to the head or chest with a brass knuckle can be fatal. It's clear Morris was aiming for one of these areas, as Oscar was holding David in a way which made his face and chest more accessible.

From the novel, we know that Sarah believes the Delanceys intended to kill David:

Just then she saw David coming down the steps of the tenement. "Run, David!" she screamed. "They're after you!" But instead of running away, David ran toward them, fury burning in his eyes. He didn't see the elder Delancey slip a pair of brass knuckles over his fingers. "Look out," Sarah screamed, "he'll kill you!" Perhaps David didn't hear her, or perhaps he simply didn't care, for he kept right on coming.

In that very moment, he cared more about protecting his sister than he did about getting beaten up. Davey may have assumed that Sarah was coming to extreme conclusions because she was panicked. Plus, he didn't notice the brass knuckles until it was too late.

The absolute force Morris punches Davey with in Seize the Day is insane, too (especially in the 2012 bootlegs). After receiving a punch like that, I think anyone would be flinching anytime someone raises their arm.

Not related to this post, but Jack gets a similar punch from Oscar... owch.

This is one of the sections where I only half-remember my original comments. To offer something in its place, let me throw in some questions/statements to help you think up ideas (since I know people use my posts for fanfiction and headcanons). What would Davey's dynamic be like with the Delanceys at different points in this post? Are there points where he is hopeful they'll change? Is he truly terrified of their violence? Is he terrified of them mentally? Is he not afraid of them, but just expects their violence? Do the Delanceys actually want to hurt David specifically, or is it Weasel who pushes them to do it? Do they want to hurt the newsies at all? Are they sadists? Do they feel satisfied or empty after they hurt a newsie? Do the newsies see them as more of a threat than they actually are?

We unfortunately don't get to see Davey interact with Weasel or the Delanceys in the movie after the scene where Morris and Oscar beat him up, so we can't see how this all impacted how they interact. But, as we explored at the beginning of this post, Davey is the only one to have mercy on Weasel when the boys want to fight him at the end of Hard Promises. This doesn't mean he likes him; in fact, I think David hated Weasel following the first scene (especially the version in Hard Promises, as Weasel calls him a slur). Putting this in the bluntest way possible, David doesn't put up with bullshit, and Weasel's constant targeting of him and his brother would hardly make David forgive him. The Delanceys also have a humiliating ending in Hard Promises, but David enters after everything has already happened. But I'd assume he and Jack laughed at their predicament (a similar 'awkward silence that ends in them bursting into laughter' to that scene in Davey's house).

INT. PRINT SHOP LATER THE SAME NIGHT SARAH helps DENTON run the presses. TWO THUGS, bound and gagged, guarded by the NEIGHBORS, nurse their wounds. On their knees, OTTO and MORRIS clean the shop under MAYER'S supervision. MAYER points to the floor. MAYER Missed a spot. OTTO crawls and scrubs the spot clean as JACK and DAVID enter. They stop, trying to fathom the situation. Sarah smiles.

Interestingly, after all he's been put through, Davey seems to have forgiven Weasel and the Delanceys by the end of the musical. We see him buying his papers as if nothing had happened. Maybe he quietly resents them. Maybe he's only forgiven Oscar, as we can see them actually talking (he could've silently given his money to Weasel).

Oscar is smiling at Davey, but is it another sick smile or a genuine one? I guess that's up to you, and depends on whether you think the Delanceys will or won't change.

To sum this post up, David is certainly more afraid of Weasel and the Delanceys than he is of other characters, and we're shown the experiences which lead him to feel this way (the usage of slurs, the yelling, the slamming objects to his chest, the intimidation, the targeting, the violence, the possible attempted murder, the list truly goes on and on). David isn't coming out of this experience without developing more anxiety or perhaps Acute Stress Disorder or (if he continues to struggle long after the strike), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

He flinches around Weasel and the Delanceys many times because he feels unsafe and somewhat vulnerable when they're around. His fight or flight response is activated around them (as seen in the nervous sweating when the Delanceys were walking closer, and when he punches Weasel because he's afraid of the safety of himself and his brother). Even after the strike is settled (if you want to stick with the musical),

If your main Newsies media source is the musical, here's a thought: he might flinch even more after the strike is settled (because he won't be full of the constant stress-related adrenaline he was during the strike). If your main Newsies media source is the movie, they get fired, so David likely won't have to see them again. He's definitely more confident around Weasel's replacement, so that's a nice thing to think about (he doesn't have to be afraid of being taunted, threatened, or discriminated against anymore).

I'll put in a few points about Weasel and the Delanceys in my future 'Davey and flinching' posts, especially parts 3 and 4, which will explore how David perceives authority.

Thank you for reading!

[liladiurne]

Important announcement!

In the last year, I’ve been feeling progressively more weary and despondent when it comes to fandom. At first, I thought it was just a phase brought on by unnecessary drama and a succession of broken friendships, and that if I just took a step back, if I distanced myself from fandom spaces that had become toxic to me, I would find joy again. And I did distance myself. I cut ties, I quit logging in, I deleted accounts, until hardly anything remained. And it worked, because my mental health is better than it ever was. But the joy I used to find in fandom hasn’t come back.

Distance has made me admit things I think I was refusing to acknowledge before. The amount of time, effort, and dedication I’ve been putting into my fanworks for years feels like a waste now. It probably makes me sound ungrateful, because some of you have been so incredibly supportive, and you absolutely are the reason I’ve kept going for so long, but I can’t help but feel I need to move on to other, and hopefully better, things.

For a few months now, I’ve been preparing to move on to posting original works. I feel constrained within the limits of the fandom, of the characters, of someone else’s imagined world. Yes, I’ve been writing a lot of AUs, but it’s still not enough. I need more liberties. The stories I’ve written feel small in comparison to what they could be.

I wanted to wait before making the announcement, because it could be well over a year before I’m ready to post anything, but lately I’ve felt like giving an early heads up would be a good idea, mostly because some of my fics will be adapted and transformed and eventually deleted. I don’t know what will go and what will remain yet, so I guess this gives you the opportunity to save what you like before it goes. I’ll try to keep some copies in case anyone would want them, because I know not everyone will read this, and I’ll try to give a warning before any of the big fics go, but like I said, it could be well over a year before that happens. I just felt that if you follow me here, and if you have supported me all this time, you deserve to know what’s to come.

I don’t know if I’ll still post on ao3, or on the same account, or under the same pseud. It might be on Patreon instead, or who knows, it might be actual physical books! Nothing is certain so far, it’s all things I’ll have to figure out, but I’ll keep you updated on what I decide.

Thank you so much for sticking with me for however long you have. I’m so grateful for you all. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions or concerns.

-xx, Lila

[jessicas-pi]

The Time Heals 'verse meta, part one: take two!

First, some explanation. A few days ago, I decided to spontaneously post a meta about my fic. Then I overthought it, decided it was Absolute Garbage and erased it from the face of the earth. What was I thinking? Beats me! I slept for like three hours the night before, I don't take responsibility for those actions. Anyway, three days ago someone mentioned to me that they were actually interested in it! So, last night, with my ego boosted and my hubris restored, I hunted down the reblog the post got before I deleted it, and I reread it, expecting to cringe. And I was like "Hey, wait a second! This isn't garbage! In fact, this is fairly mediocre!" And so I copied it into a document and edited it up just a bit it make it even mediocre-er and now I'm reposting it. Because I can. And because cringe isn't dead, but I persevere nonetheless.

So here we are, right back where we started!

Let’s try this again, shall we?

(Warning: this post will Massively Spoil plot points from the Time Heals 'verse.)

So this meta has been brewing in my brain because, in writing the Time Heals 'verse, I had to think a lot about the relationship dynamic between two characters who will never ever sit down and talk about their feelings until something absolutely forces them to. And having all these things thought out, but knowing that they'll mostly just be subtext and that I'll never be able to outright explain the nuance behind their relationship in the narrative, is absolutely killing me.

It's also been circulating in my thoughts because it occurred to me as I was writing this, just how fundamentally different this fic is from all my other published Sabezra fics. Because in those fics, it either picks up at a point in time where the Feelings Realization has already happened for Sabine, or where the realization happens midway through, and she's doing the Feelings What Feelings thing before then. But the Time Heals 'verse is a slowburn. The Feelings aren’t THERE when we start off. Their relationship is complicated and deep and changing and full of messy feelings that they Will Not Discuss…

…and it all starts with The Line.

You know. The Line. From The Scene. The Line That Was Never Quite Revealed. THE Line.

That one? You know the one? 

No?

Well, then. Let's talk about it!

(Hold on tight, folks. I'm about to go absolutely feral.)

He said something she couldn’t or maybe didn’t want to understand, and she held on tighter, trying to memorize the sound of his voice.

she doesn't want to understand it!! the Feelings Realization moment, the Feelings What Feelings denial phase---neither of those exist in this AU, because for Sabine, right now, those Feelings aren't there. And that's why she can't, why she doesn't want to understand it. because until that moment, he didn't want her to understand it either. it was unspoken and it was ignored. And that was the way it was supposed to be always. He would hide it and she would ignore it and it would fade and go away (it would, it has to) and when that happened, some day in the future, they could forget it ever existed and be happy as friends.

But Ezra is dying.

There is no future.

So there's nothing to hide anymore. And he tells her. And in the kindest world, she could say it back to him. Maybe, somewhere inside, she wants to say it back to him (it's all she can do, he's dying and she can't save him, and he is so very dear to her, the least she could say is me, too) but she doesn't (he is so very dear, but in a way just different enough that me, too would be a lie, and he is too dear to lie to) because she can't.

But he didn't tell her, expecting her to say it back. He's not asking for a “me, too.” Ezra knows there's no me, too. He tells her because he's dying, and to Sabine, it is her dearest friend slipping away in her arms, but to Ezra, the one holding him is more than dear, so terribly much more (You don't know. You're holding me to your heart and you don't know. You might not hold me if you did.) so he tells her because he has to. (I'm sorry. Please don't let me go.)

Sabine holds him tighter, and does the only thing she can do for him.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I know.”

(But I do know. I knew it before I took you in my arms, you see? It won't make me let you go. It never could.)

Four words from him.

Three words from her.

That's all.

But they say so much more than that. Because he loves her (there! I said it! Because maybe Sabine can't even bring herself to think about it, but I can, and I do!) and she loves him (she does, you know. painfully so.) but it's a different kind of love (and that matters) but it doesn't matter because he is dying in her arms, and in that moment, they realize that they will never know how they would have loved. Maybe he'd have gotten over it and loved her as a dear friend. Maybe she'd have fallen just as in love with him as he is with her. They won't know what the future could have brought for them, so it stops mattering. And Sabine loves him. (But she doesn't.) But she does, and she tells him so in the only way she can. And they say so little. But they say everything.

Sabine? I love you.

Yeah. I know.

She loves him. And she holds him. When he offers his fading heart, she takes the fragile thing and cradles it close, and she kisses his bloody fingers good-bye. She holds him so tightly that when she is yanked away from him and out of the dream-place, she pulls his red-stained orange jacket with her. She never lets him go.

So Ezra dies with a smile, because he loves her.

And Sabine screams, because she loved him.

[dsmpartarchive]

Hi! I have probably a few questions you've answered before, but I'm new and also curious.

How do you get a hold of these art pieces? Are they still on the artist's profiles or are they deleted art work that you've decided to save? If so, how do you find them? Generally, how does the archive work?

All the work you're doing is amazing! Thank you! :D

Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t reply I had a draft and forgot to finish it!!!!

TWITTER

The first thing I do it get the artists account link (if twitter change x.com to twitter.com) for example Cosmoksia, then I click into URLs.

Usually clicking captures makes the most popular posts come to the top which is usually art. Then I just go through them individually and check if the saved post is art or not. (Twitter links don’t work if they were uploaded after Elon musk because he paywalled the api)

If I find art I click into “about this capture” and open the link that says media (tumblr doesn’t have this but you can hold the image and save it I'm pretty sure, the quality isn’t as good tho so I don’t recommend)

From there I press share but you can save it

UNCREDITED ART

Finding art credits is more difficult

I put the image through google image reverse and it’s like 50/50 you’ll find the post

if that doesn’t work il put it through Pinterest and its 50/50 again

Past this it’s a nightmare of doing random shite till you get it ( eg. cropping the image a hundred times and hope for the best) this time sharpening the image made image reverse pick it up on Pinterest

Most of the time I get sent down a rabbit hole that goes on for hours through different websites until I find the artists credit

This one took like 4 hours, good luck if you try finding archived art :D!!

TUMBLR

On tumblr I prefer finding reblogged versions of deleted art because the quality is the best and often internet archive captures of tumblr don’t save images

My main method to find reblogs is through the internet archive

I go to the reblogs that were saved on a post and copy the link

from there il just paste it onto a normal browser and I can reblog it as normal

Second method to find reblogs is to type in the artists name on the search bar of any mcyt related account I find and hope there’s reblogged art there

It’s not very reliable and usually only works for artists who were very famous at the time, for example it’s how I found a lot of Ultimatedirk’s dsmp art

Finally, sometimes people send me art they saved which is always so so appreciated and means the world to me

[hayatiayad]

This is gonna be my last post about that Violet girl.

Yes. I send her death threats. Obv the most problematic to do. I'm fully self-conscious so you don't have to rub it in my face and go to my ask inbox saying "Omg Hayati you're so bad.." "Omg Hayati, how could you" yada yada yada

Like I'm already loathing on myself enough so save your energy. Any more asks in ANY of my blogs about Violet is instantly deleted.

Hate me all you want, that's not my problem. I am what I am, what happened has happened. The world keeps spinning or whatever that phrase is. Obv I'm trynna be better even if what I did was completely the opposite cuz I know damn well it's not who I want to be yet smh I let it happen.

And also a small note to that one random user saying I'm trynna paint myself as the hero, no. Absolutely fucking not. I know damn well what I did ain't right and is FAR from a hero. Even if it seems like I'm trynna clean my name with how I say things, I'm honestly saying things from MY perspective.

And to that one user I forgot but I remember saying things like "I'm getting praised for it". That's also a small issue I noticed, and ofc I'm NOT encouraging my audience to be like me, hence I put like small notes saying "don't copy me", or "don't try to be like this", or "this is problematic" and etc. I never asked for the praise, and I kept my intentions crystal clear. (1) I fucking hate Violet, and (2) I don't regret expressing my thoughts to her and everyone, even if it's clearly toxic af. If some people/user had asked how I'm doing or if they still supported me, I let them be. I wouldn't encourage them to do the same shit I did, so if they chose to support me otherwise, then that's their choice, but it doesn't mean they're as problematic and sick as me.

Everything is my choice. And I'm just gonna say it before yall say I'm crazy and shit. Yes, I'm both insensitive to bitches and sensitive to others, so pretty much I'm constantly lying how this whole drama isn't affecting me inside. Like duh, no shit, I'm fucking human so ofc what I did also surprised me. I have no idea how to control myself sometimes, and before y'all say shit like "should've block her" or "should've ignore her", my curious ass got myself triggered so it just happened. Some of yall saying it's a big deal, which I totally get, but just to let you know I don't do that kinda shit if I never had a reason to. Yes, I could've block her, but obv my emotions got the best of me and did smth terrible.

That doesn't excuse what I did though. Ofc.

So to all those people who felt upset and disappointed for what I did, I'm sorry you feel that way. But then again, I don't honestly regret doing it even if it was a spur of moment. I'm not apologising for what I did, but I am sorry you had to see what's the rest of me like.

Now it's up to you if you'll still stay after what happened (as your choice), or leave me for good (also as your choice). And to those people whom I befriended and also got close with, but now chooses to distance me, worry no more because even as how problematic I could get, I also understand that they lost trust in me and all that, so I also don't feel much guilt about it. (I'm sad, yes, but not that sad.)

That's all, and hope this message reaches to those who had also heard the Violet Drama. Don't expect this to stop me from posting content though. After all, I had this account to share my art & content and not intentionally stick to the whole drama thing. Ciao.

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Overlooked

Steve Rogers x reader

A/N This fic is about how overlooked Steve's trauma was in the films. It's just my opinion since he definitely would have had struggles but they weren't really seen in the films. Once again this is just my opinion. Idk if I like this though so I might delete it. I'm not sure though. Also, all mistakes are my own so if you see any feel free to comment them and likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

18+ MINORS DNI, THERE'S NOTHING EXPLICIT IN THIS FIC BUT IT DEALS WITH HEAVY THEMES

Summary Steve is struggling and you convince him to get help

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, angst (a lot), allusions to being suicidal kinda (if these things trigger you in any way then please don't read it)

Steve was your everything. He was the reason you woke up with a smile every day. You trusted him with your deepest secrets and he does the same with you. That’s how you got into the position you were in. 

Steve was lying on your chest while you ran your fingers through his soft hair as he sobbed. It broke your heart to see him in such a state but, there was nothing you could do but hold him until the crying stopped. 

This wasn’t an unusual situation for the both of you to be in. This broke your heart when you came to that realisation since it made you think of how much you saw Steve in such a state.

It was because of Steve being misunderstood by everyone. Everyone saw America’s golden boy who bravely fought in WWII and continues to fight for justice. They saw his best friend -formerly the winter soldier- fighting his inner demons and PTSD. 

What they didn't see was the man who was scared to admit he was tortured by memories as well. They didn’t see the man who had nightmares almost every night. They didn’t see the man who would cry for hours on end thinking about the people he watched die, the people he was too late to save, the people he thought he should have swapped places with. 

They might not have seen that, but you did. You saw the look of pure horror on Steve’s face after each nightmare, you saw the way his hands trembled and you saw the way Steve would try to fight back the tears. You saw everything. 

Steve was so thankful to have you in his life. You brightened his day and made life worth living. Especially in moments like these.

His arms were wrapped around you as he snuggled into your chest. The blanket was over his head; a cocoon of safety, protecting him from the outside world. 

As his sobs turned into whimpers and his breathing evened out, you slightly lifted the blanket so you could look at your boyfriend.

“Do you wanna talk about it baby?” you questioned.

“Could y-you just hold m-me for a bit l-longer?” he replied.

“Of course I can,”

You stayed like that for a while before a thought entered your mind.

“How about we tell Dr Cho or Banner about this Stevie.”

“W-why?” He stuttered, trying not to panic.

“Because babe it hurts me to see you in such a state, especially as often as it has been happening lately.”

“It’s not that bad doll. Bucky’s got it worse,” he responded.

“Maybe he has, but that doesn’t take away from your struggles.”

“B-but what will everyone think? I’m supposed to be Captain America, the man with a plan. Their symbol of hope,” he said, starting to hyperventilate.

“Look at me, Steve,” he lifted his arms so he was resting on them and facing you, “Breathe with me,” you took slow, deep breaths in through your nose and let them out through your mouth.

Steve started to copy you and in no time, he was back to breathing normally.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time baby. Nobody is,” 

“B-but-”

“It’s okay to have struggles. You have every right to ask for help. You went through a war, lost your best friend and then woke up seventy years into the future. If anyone deserves to get help it's you.”

Steve looked at you with pure admiration and love in his eyes. 

“I love you so much, doll.” He leaned in to kiss you, it was so gentle and full of love.

“I love you too Stevie, that’s why I want you to get help. Please. I’ll go with you if you want and I’ll be there for you. Every step of the way.”

“You’re perfect darling,” Steve replied, laying back down on your chest.

“So does that mean you’re going to ask Dr Cho or Banner for help then?” you asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I will do it tomorrow,” Steve looked up at you and then continued in a voice so small and innocent it almost didn't sound like him, “Will you still come with me?”

“Of course I will babe,” you responded with a smile.

_________________________________________

The next day, you woke up to Steve kissing you on the cheek and smiling at you. 

“Good morning, doll,” he whispered.

“G’morning baby,” you replied, kissing him.

“I already booked an appointment with Banner at 1:15pm.” He told you with a smile on his face.

You pulled him down to kiss you, “I’m so proud of you Stevie,” you kissed him again, “so proud.”

Steve’s cheeks had gone red from the praise. Then, he got up and went into the bathroom, leaving you alone in bed with a big smile on your face. 

Once Steve came out of the bathroom, you went inside while he went into the kitchen to make the both of you some coffee and pancakes.

Maybe Steve was struggling but he had you and that’s all that mattered. You gave him purpose and someone to love and he would forever be thankful for that.

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[mateo-diaz]

would you ever do a tutorial on how you did that worlde gifset? thanks!

i'd be honored, i've never been asked to make a tutorial before 🫡

so we're making this gifset from scratch!

what i used:

mpv player (for capping the episode)

photoshop 2020 (but any version is fine really)

snipping tool (anything that can take a screen capture is fine)

make your own wordle website

so once i've made my screencaps, i open them in photoshop through open... and then click the first cap and select "image sequence" (shoutout to @emily-axford for showing me this, you changed my life!)

it then asks the frame rate, what i use is 16fps but you can obviously change this. and then boom, it immediately loads all your caps in a neat video group on the timeline!

what i do next is resizing the caps because i use a 2160p file so they're pretty big. so image > image size and choose 544px for the height. then i go to image > canvas size and make it 540px on 540px.

so now we've got our square but it's not ideally cropped. that's when we use the crop tool aka this guy

and just move the square until we've got what we want.

next is our sharpening! go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen

these are my settings but again, feel free to do whatever you like.

now begins the fun part: coloring! what i usually do (for the pitt caps anyway) is a mix of curves, levels, brightness/contrast and selective color. (i can go into more detail if you wish but not in this post cause i don't think it's what anon wanted)

so we end up with our layers looking like this

so, now we get to the wordle part!

i found this website where you can create your own wordle. so you choose your base word, mine is "frank". then generate link, click play and then fill in the other words you wanna use.

next i use my beloved snipping tool and select the word i want to use now. i paste it in photoshop. with the quick selection tool

i select the background that i don't need and i delete it

now you can copy and paste it on your gif

note: when pasting something, it will probably end up not showing on your screen and you'll notice it got pasted behind your caps on the timeline. like this ↴

no worries, it's easily fixed. just drag this layer outside the video group in the layers tab.

and then on your timeline, drag your layer until it's on top of your gif. make sure it's not longer/shorter than your gif or you'll have empty frames/frames without your wordle.

the wordle part is a bit big so using the move tool i check "show transform controls" (in the top bar) and a blue line should appear around your word

click on a border (your mouse icon should change) and this should appear in your top bar

i don't remember exactly but i think i switched the width to 80% or 90% instead of 100%. don't forget to click the checkmark to commit your change! then make sure it's nice in the middle.

and our gif is basically done!

again, i won't add the blending part cause i'm not sure if you wanted that or not, anon. feel free to send another ask if you're interested, i'll happily make another tutorial :)

then i go to file > export > save for web (legacy). my usual options look like this.

and voilà, there he is 🥰

if you've got any questions, let me know. hope this helped!

[looneyleyle]

the self-destructive habits of a hopeless romantic ~ j. hughes

synopsis: monetizing one's self-sabotaging habits, surprisingly, has its downfalls. one of them being leaving that one attractive hockey player that is an absolute gentleman who loves you with his whole entire heart.

warnings: self-sabotage, self-deprecation, angsty (but with happy ending)

word count: 3425 words

note: once again unedited but i wanted to get this one out there

???'s pov

time and time again, the world has seen the self destructive habits of humans. well, that makes it seem serious. the world has seen the countless missed opportunities due to a fear of another's reaction. the world has seen the blunders due to saving face. the world has seen the heartbreaks due to miscommunication. time and time again, the world has seen how people sabotage their own lives for the dumbest reasons.

esther graham was no different.

in fact, she capitalized on her ability to put herself into the worst emotional distress possible. every heartbreak produced a great work of literature that would nearly sell out in bookstores all over the northeast. she wasn't a new york times best seller by any means, but she was a small town writer from mont vernon, new hampshire. she made a name for herself during her time at hamilton college in their creative writing program. in her junior year of college, she published her first book, woes of a teenage failure, a novel following what could have been for a young college drop out named sophia. the book was a hit amongst her peers and professors, and by word of mouth, ended up selling 200 copies. the book, as ms. graham remarked, was her own "what-if" story, as she almost dropped out of college the beginning of her sophomore year.

and how do i know so much about ms. graham?

well, because i am ms. esther graham.

and i'm here to tell you all about the biggest blunder of my life.

after my first book, i hit major writing block. i would stare at my computer screen for hours just to delete the only three words that i could come up with. i would sit in coffee shops, pen in hand, ready for inspiration to strike, and yet, nothing. i was nearing the end of my college career, riding on the coattails of my first and only book's success, and couldn't figure out how to continue. my professors taught me plenty of ways to try and combat writer's block, but nothing worked.

until i met ryan. a devilishly handsome man all the way from the cheese state of wisconsin, who was meeting up with some college friends for the annual boston beanpot. we had our meet cute at a nearby pizza joint, in which i sat down and started chatting with him, thinking he was a publisher that i was supposed to meet with. after realizing my blunder when he had absolutely no idea what an anthology was, he asked if i wanted to join him and his friends at the beanpot, as one of their friends had cancelled, leaving them with an extra ticket.

ryan and i dated for four months. we would take turns traveling between my college in new york and his in wisconsin until eventually it became too much, or should i say, too little for him, and he broke it off. in my rage and complete depression from the breakup, i wrote my next hit, until the sun sets, a 142-page anthology of gut-wrenching poems, which was eventually integrated into hamilton college's curriculum for their young adult modern literature class. i was quite proud of that.

after that, i found myself yet again staring at blanks screens and empty notepads.

that is, until chloe. a beautiful new york native whom i had actually met while dating ryan. she was a hostess at a restaurant ryan and i would always go to. she was pursuing her masters in psychology, which gave me fascinating insights and tactics to use in my books. we were never officially together, but we had something for almost three months before she was whisked off by some californian named ella. i never saw her again, which prompted my next book, the ninth floor, a murder mystery following a closeted lesbian couple in 1940's hollywood (it was one of the girlfriends the whole time).

at this point, when i hit a creative block for the third time, i realized that i needed my heart or brain to be in absolute shambles in order to produce my best work. i needed to be at some sort of life crisis, and the easiest way to do so was to love another and let that love be ripped out of your life.

so, i began dating for the sake of my career. it was like i sought out the most manipulative, scummy people in the world who were able to get away with it just because they were attractive. over the course of a year, my first year out of college, i dated a total of three men and one woman, and poured my emotions out into a collection of short stories titled lavender.

and that was when i met jack.

i was in new jersey for a book signing at this little bookstore which, as it turns out, was right by the prudential center. as i left the bookstore, i was nearly run over by an overly excited man-child with a giant bag slung upon his shoulder.

"luke, watch out, you nearly killed that woman!" a voice yelled from where the man came from.

"i'm so sorry about that miss, my brother can get a bit overexcited sometimes." looking at the person talking to me, i found a young, very attractive brunet with the most adorable smile. i straightened myself up instinctively, wanting to appear presentable.

"no worries. if you don't mind me asking, what got him so riled up that he almost trampled me?" the man let out a laugh at my statement.

"of course, we owe you at least that much for your near-death experience. he just got nominated for the calder trophy." he explained, as if those words meant anything to me. seeing my blank stare, he clarified. "a rookie of the year award. we play for the new jersey devils." the boy in question came up and joined us, grinning ear to ear.

"ahhh, i see. i'm not a big hockey watcher, which i know is absolute blasphemy for someone who grew up in new hampshire." his jaw nearly dropped.

"you're from up here and don't like hockey? we have to change that." he exclaimed. in my peripheral vision, i could see his brother trying to hide his laughter at his brother's forwardness.

"ill have to come and watch a game sometime." i mused.

"we have a game coming up next week against the blue jackets. i could maybe snatch you a seat in exchange for your number." he proposed. his brother snorted at that, having to turn around to hide his obvious laughter. the man paid his brother no mind, just looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"trying to bribe me mister?"

"is it working?" i put my hand out and he immediately put his phone in my hand, adding my information into his contacts.

"esther? that's nice, you look like a esther." i quirked an eyebrow at him, but continued on anyways.

"and you? what should i call you?"

"call me yours. or jack, either works." the brother was doubled over on the floor at this point, jack finally acknowledging him by kicking him slightly, making him fall over.

"anyways, ms. esther, we have to get going, but ill see you next week at our game." he put out his hand for me to shake.

"you've got yourself a deal jack."

and just like that, jack and i started talking. his eagerness was cute, he texted me no more than ten minutes after meeting me. we talked every day, mainly on calls, asking each other questions and such to get to know each other.

and sure enough, the next week, i found myself back in new jersey watching the brothers play. i assumed jack was going to be some sort of benchwarmer or something, but that didn't seem to be the case. despite my lack of hockey knowledge, i could tell the boy was good, and he had quite a fan base if the amount of women wearing his jersey meant anything. and i felt severely out of place, simply wearing a grey sweater and jeans, unlike everyone else in the stands, decked out in red.

after that, i found myself going to a couple more hockey games, for no particular reason. jack would try to explain the game over video calls and our occasional coffee meet ups, but i couldn't for the life of me wrap my head around it. why do they all get off the ice every five seconds? and what the hell is offsides?? jack always laughed at my confusion, telling me that i'd get it one day.

we spent a couple months thriving off of video chats and once-in-a-blue-moon hangouts, until i got a job as an editor for a local paper. i was good at editing, always having good grammar and an eye for design, but it wasn't my dream. despite it not being my dream, i needed a stable income, and fast. my mind was devoid of ideas, and it didn't seem like that would change any time soon.

plus, it helped that this stable income happened to be in new york city, putting me a lot closer to a certain someone. and, with me being closer, that certain someone would pop on by a lot more than before. and eventually, chinese takeout dinners turned into staying the night, which turned into coming up for the weekend, which turned into the line of friendship being crossed into something more.

and then, i made the dumbest mistake of my life.

i let him go.

now, i know what you must be thinking. he must have done something wrong, he must have cheated or neglected me or done something so completely unforgivable that i would just throw away the most amazing thing in my life. and i wish i was here to tell you that was the truth.

but it wasn't.

jack was nothing but a gentleman, and i was just a broken girl doing the only thing i knew how to do: leave. i like to tell myself that it was for my career, that i needed to write another book, that i wasn't fulfilled in my job and that i was putting myself first by doing this, but i was perfectly content with my life. i was an editor for a major publishing company, i started writing little happy poems about my mundane life with jack, and wanted nothing more. i had no reason to run away. i just woke up in his bed one day and realized that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and i couldn't accept that. i had gotten so used to leaving people that i assumed that they would leave me if i hadn't done so first, and i couldn't lose the one real thing i ever had.

so naturally, my self-destructive, self-sabotaging self let him go, the exact opposite of what i wanted.

and when i got back to my apartment after writing jack a confusing and half-assed letter, i cried. i cried and cried and cried, and i always wrote about characters crying until they couldn't anymore, but that day, i couldn't find the end to my tears. for hours tears would either slowly leak or violently pour from my eyes, and they never did end, not even when i passed out on my couch from exhaustion.

and after a week, i was expecting to pick myself up and start writing my next best seller, coping with my writing. but i sat there, and my florescent computer screen simply sat there, staring back at me. and when i left my apartment for a change of scenery, the blank pages of my notebook mocked me. i flipped through past works, all of them being little poems about jack, and the waterworks continued, right in the middle of a starbucks.

after a week and four days, i couldn't take it. i had to make things right, i had to at least see him. it always worked in the books, right? someone makes a huge mistake, they break up, they see each other again and realize they're both miserable without each other and then get back together and live happily ever after.

when i knocked on the door to jack's apartment, i was met with an unimpressed looking luke. at the sight of him, the waterworks started up again.

"you're an idiot, you know that?" i nodded furiously at this, sobs wrecking through my body. i couldn't see through the tears in my eyes, but i could tell the luke hadn't moved a muscle.

"he deserved better and you know that." i felt my soul being crushed. "i mean, a letter? seriously esther? and a half-assed one at that. i know damn well you don't have a degree in creative writing for that bullshit."

i opened my mouth to explain, but nothing came up. what would i say, that i was a broken person? cop out. that i did it to everyone? not much better. that i got scared? fucking coward.

"if you think that you deserve to see my brother, then i'll let you in." he told me, moving out of the way, door open wide. i just stood there, staring at him through teary eyes. my brain cheered, finally able to go in, but my feet wouldn't move.

my heart still clenched and ached, and with every thought of moving forward, into that apartment, it hurt more. jack didn't deserve this. after all the nights of him reading my poems about him and praising my work, after all the sweet things he'd say when i was down, after all the little acts of kindness he showed me, after all the love he poured into us, he didn't deserve to be broken by me. hurt people hurt people, the scholars had that right. he didn't deserve to be broken.

and so, i got ready to leave, again.

"i'm sorry." was all i said, turning around with heavy legs and a heavy heart. i heard luke let out a sigh as i walked away, closing the door behind him.

a couple of days went by and i found myself back at their apartment. i knew they wouldn't be there, they had an away game in anaheim the night before, and i knew from my time with jack that they would always spend the night in the city before coming back, especially after a win, a 5-0 win no less.

i stood there in front of their door, a small box in my hands, contemplating. jack didn't deserve this, but a selfish part of me needed this. i placed the box gingerly outside of their door and left the building. if the box was taken by some nosy neighbor, or thrown in the trash by some janitor, then it would be fate. it would be a sign to move on. but, there was a chance that jack and luke would come back to their apartment, and would pick up the box, and jack would recognize my handwriting. and, instead of throwing the box in the trash like any normal self-respecting person receiving a box from their shitty ex, he would take it to his room, and open it up to see my notebook, with a bookmark starting at the pages when i first started seeing him. and he would read the poems and maybe, just maybe, he'd see the note written on the bookmark to meet me at the park near his apartment, and maybe, just maybe, he'd be willing to hear me out.

i went to that park every single day for exactly one month and six days, always arriving by 1 pm, never late. and i would stay there until 4 pm, waiting.

on the 37th day, i was sitting there, editing, funnily enough, a sports column about the recent devils and islanders game. i watched it, absolutely terrible game it was, the islanders beating the devils for the first time in the season. our sports journalist, while passionate and very knowledgeable about seemingly every sport out there, had a knack for writing long, run-on sentences that reflected his rambling nature. as i sat there on the same park bench i had been sitting on for the previous 36 days, a figure stopped in front of me. i finished up the sentence i was working on before looking up.

and while i hate cliches, the wind was absolutely knocked out of my lungs.

"h-hey jack." i started, immediately putting away my work, giving him my full attention.

"hey esther." a shiver ran down my spine from him just saying my name. it had been so long, and while it lost its loving tone, i welcomed it with open arms. jack moved, taking the spot next to me, looking out at the trees in front of us. when it became apparent he wasn't going to say anything, i started the conversation.

"i see you read the notebook."

"i finished it three weeks ago." he replied, voice lacking its usual emotion. tears welled up in my eyes. three weeks.

"oh."

"i came here immediately after finishing it." i felt my eyes bulge out of their sockets at that. he continued, "i went to that bench over there and watched as you fidgeted in your spot, looking frantically at everyone who passed by. i watched the next day as you sat in the pouring rain with no umbrella. i sat over on that bench every day that i was here since reading your notebook."

a silence fell upon us, my mind reeling, trying to figure out what he was trying to say, from his emotionless face to the fact that he came.

"do you know how much it hurt? waking up to empty sheets and some half-assed note with the lamest excuses on earth?" i hadn't really paid mind to the tears rolling down my cheeks until he brought that up, sending me back to that morning, quickly scribbling out some gibberish before leaving the best part of my life behind.

"i was going to wait another month, y'know. to see if you were still gonna come here every day."

"so why didn't you?" i asked, sniffling intensely, trying to calm down my sobs.

"luke said i was absolutely miserable without you. coach told me i wasn't focused. my teammates pointed out that i barely left my apartment. the icing on the cake was when my mom started asking if you would be coming over to the lakehouse this summer. i realized, as pathetic as it seems, that i can't live without you."

my attempts at stopping my crying were thrown out the window at that. i could probably fill the hudson river with the amount of tears i had shed over the past two months.

"how can i make it up to you. please, please let me make it up to you." i begged, fully facing him, my hands angrily playing with the sleeves of my shirt because if i didn't, i would be reaching out to the man in front of me.

"never pull that shit again." he bargained, looking me dead in the eyes for the first time in months. and in that moment, i saw just how bad he was doing. sunken eyes with heavy bags, his skin dull, hair slightly unkempt under his hat.

"never again." i promised, putting out my pinky to him, something he would always do when he promised me to not get hurt in games. he let out a hoarse laugh, looking away from me, and when he looked back, i saw the tears brewing in his eyes. he took my pinky in his and held it there, between us.

"now, i'm not gonna just take you right back after all that. that was really shitty and i need some time to get over that. but, as i've found out, i can't really function without you. so maybe you could start with coming to my games again, and i could take you out for coffee next week."

"sounds perfect."

i accepted my life as an editor for the local newspaper, accepted that i probably wouldn't write another page-turning sell-out book, accepted that i was completely content with whatever happened to me, so long as jack was there with me.

and with that, my self-destructive, soul-crushing, heart-breaking tendencies reached their end.

[beyondbinaries]

I'm posting this a bit early in case the 12th isn't a good mental health day. And I'm sorry if the random tag is annoying or if this post takes up too much space on dash.

On Oct 12 2016, I made a coincedental decision that has changed my life as a whole. A choice that has led me to so much pain but also so many happy memories and irreplcable friends. I made my pfp on Quotev a Genis Sage picture and somehow ended up involved in a Symphonia rp group 💕.

I had loved Genis as a character since I was a child watching my sister play at my Nanny's (my cousin would always delete her save before we even reached triet) and when we got a copy of the game when I was around 11/12 I had him on my team for the most part. It was my fascination with half elves and the mysterious Kharlan War Era that led to the creation of Mana, Oracle, Lee, 3rd, and Sunny. But those were all just childish writing in a notebook I hid from the world. Im sure lil me would die on the spot to hear that they are charas so many people know. I always knew that I loved to write but it was for charas like Sherlotta who were niche and not from a series as big as Tales so I never wrote Genis. Well until that day, I was too awkward to tell them I wasnt an rp blog and fully committed to it.

And look where that has led me. Here to you all. This journey may have been long and filled with things I'd never wish on anyone but I'm happy. So many of you have encouraged me and been there for me. I love and appreciate you all. Under the cut imma try to have things for a lot of you all word wise as gratitude. But thank you all so much, there are no amount of words or tangible sentences to express how much you all mean to me. And a happy birthday to my Genis interp who I wish i still wrote

@pyonpyonpyon ; Yuki youve been around since I started on here and damn time sure does fly. Thank you for always sticking around and plotting some of the most insane relations w/ me (Moe and Yuuri family) and dealing with tye silly kyubey meming I did back in 2017 (its been that long)

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THE SIMS 3 TUTORIAL

HOW TO CREATE CUSTOM FOOD DEFAULT REPLACEMENT MOD USING CUSTOM MESH & WORKING GEOSTATES (FULL, HALF, EMPTY)

This is default replacement replacing existing food in Base Game or Expansion Packs using EA's recipe and custom mesh & texture. If you are not satisfied with EA's existing mesh and texture, sure you can replace them with this easy-to-follow tutorial with pictures explained one by one. No custom recipe, no CCLoader, no scripting.

This is how I created Authentic Chinese Spring Rolls Replacement Mod using custom mesh and texture.

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This tutorial is for intermediate, which means already know the basic principle of doing default replacement mod.

If you are beginner, haven't tried default replacement mod mesh & texture before, recommended to try the Default Replacement Tutorial for Simple Object first. TSRW Workshop, Milkshape, etc. Tools to prepare on that tutorial as well.

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I created this tutorial because there is no tutorial about default replacement food mod using custom mesh and explaining about how to do the GeoStates properly. I did trial-and-error and accidentally found the method how to replace EA mesh with edited mesh, and the GeoStates are fully working.

The challenge of doing food default replacement is that food mesh cannot be cloned simply on s3oc. There's no OBJD for "EggRolls" "Stir-Fry" etc. other food. The only OBJD available for clone on s3oc is Burger.

Sims 3 Object Export cannot replace s3asc because it keeps throwing error and cannot make 3 working GeoStates (Full, Half, Empty).

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Note: You need World Adventures Expansion Pack to use my example, Egg Rolls. You can replace food from Base Game or any Expansion Pack.

✳️ Step 1: Find all Egg Rolls file strings: Cook, Eat Serve files on S3PE

Instead of cloning from s3oc, we have to find the file from game file package on s3pe.

Why? Because the food cannot be cloned simply from OBJD. You cannot find file "Egg Rolls" no matter how careful you inspect every file filtered "WA" (World Adventures Expansion Pack) on s3oc catalogue.

The only food you can clone its OBJD on s30c is Burger. You will clone that Burger OBJD later. Right now you have to find every file with word "Egg Rolls" on game package.

⚠️I suggest you make duplicate of game package for modding purpose instead of using package that is readable by game when the game is running. It is to avoid corruption because you accidentally replaced the files. If corrupt happens you have to re-install the game. ⚠️

Make duplicate of game package you find on your game installation path.

Base game:

The Sims 3> GameData > Shared > Packages > FullBuildep1.package

Expansion Pack:

The Sims 3> GameData > Shared > DeltaPackages>p02 > DeltaBuild_p02.package (Depending the release of Expansion Pack & Stuff Pack)

My duplicate of game package folder looks like this.

Open s3pe. Open FullBuildep1.package.

Type Name "EggRolls" on box.

Tick besides Name and Filter Active, then click "Set" button. It will give your result "EggRolls" filtered by its own.

Select all files until they are in blue selected, Right Click > Copy.

File > New. Right Click > Paste...

Then your files are all pasted into new S3PE document. You can delete ticks on Egg Rolls filter, as the package is no longer filtered.

File > Save .package. Give the name of the package such as "[Your username]_AmericanEggRollsEA". For my own example, "TBW_AmericanEggRollsEA."

We will use this package as a base to be replaced with new resource codes later. Put this package on Folder such as "Original EA American Egg Rolls" to make you easier to find the file which is original, which is edited.

✳️Step 2: Export Egg Rolls .s3asc and texture files from S3PE & copy the original resource codes.

Export foodEatEggRolls, foodCookEggRolls, foodServeEggRolls to s3asc.

If you are asking why this MODL should be export to s3asc, it is because we cannot clone OBJD of original EA Egg Rolls from S3oc and imported as .wso format from The Sims Workshop (TSRW). The only mesh of EA Egg Rolls we can get is from .s3asc file we can get from s3pe.

Save the s3asc file: "Cook","Eat", "Serve" on separate organized folder, name it "Original s3asc EA Egg Rolls"

⚠️Warning! The strings too long can cause error when export it.

Sometimes you tried to export the .s3asc but then disappeared and you cannot find where you save it. It is because the S3PE application crashed when you exported it because the strings are too long.

In this case, the original .s3asc you want to export is S3_01661233_08000001_0000000008780D94_foodEatEggRolls%%+MODL_filebase.s3asc

You can delete the long string then leave the "FoodEatEggRolls_filebase.s3asc" for example. Yes, you must add _filebase so it can be saved as .s3asc format.

Save, then the .s3asc will add additional files such as:

foodEatEggRolls_group00.s3ascg foodEatEggRolls_group01.s3ascg

Export the original EA .dds textures "All" and "Used" .

Copy all resource codes of each file to Notepad. Right-Click>Details...

Click Copy TGI to easily copy the codes (Type, Group, Instance) to Notepad.

Click GRID > Resources (3 Dots) > TGI Block List Editor You will see the list consists of 8 lines of_IMG, copy all TGI (Type, Group, Instance) codes to Notepad for easy copy paste later.

✳️Step 3: Copy original GeoStates codes (0, 1, 2, 3)

Click "FoodEatEggRolls" MODL. See the 4 GeoStates on the right side.

GeometryStates[0]: 0x95A36FFE

GeometryStates[1]: 0xD8918A76

GeometryStates[2]: 0x4DB2D3D2

GeometryStates[3]: 0x35B26CCB

Copy all these GeometryStates to Notepad for easy copy paste later.

GeoStates are in three forms.... Full, Half, Empty? But why are 4 GeoStates now?

You will find out later by cloning the base food OBJD in the next Step.

✳️ Step 4: Clone Burger mesh using s3oc & Open the Burger Mesh on TSR Workshop

More steps click spoiler tag “Read More / Keep Reading” below

Search "food" on s3oc.

You will get results like this. Food that can be cloned are Hamburger, Hotdog, Fries (Seasons EP). I choose Hamburger because it's Base Game and it's resembling custom food we want to create.

"Clone or Fix..."> Don't tick Renumber > Start.

Save the package. Open the package on TSR Workshop.

Open TSR Workshop > Create New Project > New Import> Next > Browse EA Burger .package > Next > Next > OK.

You will get Burger mesh preview. Take a look at Mesh tab.

Then see the Group 0 and Group 1. Both have GeoStates.

What is Group 0? What is Group 1?

If you check the the burger's .s3asc exported from s3pe or .wso exported from TSRW

You will see Group 0 is the food mesh as main mesh and Group 1 is the plate.

Go back to TSR preview. You see there are 4 GeoStates under Mesh from Group 0 tab.

By default, the Burger meshes (Full, Half, Empty) are combined into one.

Click each GeoState, from top to bottom.

0x95A36FFE is Full state

0x8A6C4E39 is Half state

0x4DB2D3D2 is Empty State

0x35B26CCB is Full state

✳️ Step 5: Create your edited mesh

Import MODL file (with format .s3asc) of Egg Rolls you exported from s3pe from Step 2 into Milkshape 3D via Sims 3 Object Import by Wesley Howe. From Milkshape, export .obj file to your favourite 3D software to make .obj file as base mesh for your edited mesh.

Create 3 States: Full, Half, Empty.

Export uvmap to editing image software to create the texture.

After you are done and satisfied with your mesh, export your custom mesh only without plate, Full, Half, Empty states in .obj format. Hide EA plate and EA's base mesh before exporting.

✳️ Step 6: Create texture

Import uvmap from your 3D software. Create texture, save in .dds format with the same name as original name of .dds exported from s3pe.

✳️ Step 7: Bone Assignment, Make Group & Export to .wso

Open Milkshape 3D. Import .s3asc of original EA Egg Roll "foodEatEggRolls_filebase.s3asc" from Step 2. Click Joints Tab, tick box "Draw vertices with bone colors" to enable bone colours.

The food shows Purple colour, the plate shows Yellow colour.

*Note that this .s3asc was imported from year 2023, the original colours are like these. If in this recent year 2025 shows different colour such as the plate is Purple, please follow this example, assign the plate Yellow colour, because my method using this Yellow bone colour has been working successfully.

Then import .obj of your edited mesh from 3D software. Delete materials of custom mesh, select custom mesh, regroup, rename to group00.

Your main task is copy Bone Assignment from original EA mesh to your edited mesh.

Check the codes on Joints tab, there are 3. Click each code then click "Assign" to see what is the Bone colour to determine rig for functionality of the object in the game.

0xFEAE6981 --> Yellow 0xCD68F001 --> Purple 0xD0DECA8E --> Light Blue

We will assign the custom mesh with Purple colour, therefore, select the custom mesh, select 0xCD68F001, assign. The custom mesh colour will turn Purple.

After you are finished with the Bone Assignment (Main Mesh is purple, plate is yellow), make sure the groups are correct. Group 00 ---> main mesh. Group 01---> plate. Export them in .wso format.

✳️ Step 8: Import the edited mesh on TSR Workshop

Open Burger .wrk on TSR workshop, import your custom mesh in .wso format. Click folder with green arrow to import .wso.

After importing, you will see your custom mesh and Geostate reset to 0 for all states.

✳️ Step 9: Create Geostates on TSR Workshop, Export to Package

If you click Geostate row, the custom mesh disappears. Because the face is 0. Click on ... dots on the right side of Geostate to open Face Selector. Face Selector is to create Geostates working, Full, Half, Empty. The mesh suddenly appears with grey colour.

Left click to give colour to the face. Colouring faces based on Geostate. Be careful because the mesh is all joined into one. When give colour to Full state, do not give colour to Half state.

0x95A36FFE for the Full State

⚠️Warning! This is the trickiest part of creating Geostates: Texturing the Geostate. Cannot undo. If you wrongly click and want to undo, you have to restart from zero again. If you feel the texture is alright, then save it. You can start from checkpoint from last save if you wrongly clicked. Cancel then load the save to restart. ⚠️

Click 'n pick to click the colour one by one. Basic Square: Drag cursor to give colour in big area. Shift + Left Click: Delete 1 face. Click "Clear" to delete all the colour in one click.

Rotate the camera to make sure all part of expected geostates are textured.

Give colour to other GeoStates.

0x8A6C4E39 for the Half State (half eaten)

0x4DB2D3D2 for the Empty State (crumbs)

After you are done with the texturing GeoStates, export to package. Edit > Project contents, Export> To .package

✳️Step 10: Export MODL filefrom Package saved from TSR Workshop

Save the package with name "SpringRolls_TSRW"

Open s3pe, import package that you saved from TSR Workshop. "SpringRolls_TSRW"

Export MODL, save.

✳️Step 11. Finalizing in s3pe & Replacing the Original MODL with Edited MODL & Correcting the TGI (Type, Group, Instance) Code As Same As Default Code

Open original package you cloned on s3pe "Your Username]_AmericanEggRollsEA"

I saved the package with different name to"[Your username]_SpringRollsDefaultReplacement." to make it modified package, while leaving AmericanEggRollsEA package as backup original base, just in case I need original file.

Replace "FoodEatEggRolls" MODL that you saved from Step 10: from SpringRolls_TSRW

Check if all resource code (Type, Group, Instance) are the same as the original. Check the resource codes inside TGI Block List Editor, are they as same as inside TGI Block List Editor in original package.

You can see the resource codes are different from original FoodEatEggRolls MODL codes you copy pasted to notepad. Delete MLOD, change the codes (Type, Group, Instance) with the original FoodEatEggRolls MODL codes on Notepad. Use "Add" to add one row, Delete to erase one row. After you are done, Save and Commit.

Replace textures with your custom texture in .dds format.

Save package.

Test the package in game.

Wait until your Sims finish all their GeoStates, are the GeoStates working properly.

The geostates are working properly except at the Half Eaten state.

All states are combined into one and the plate colour are having spring rolls texture... 😱

Don't panic. Your bone assignment is alright. Copying same codes on Data Resorce and TGI Block List Editor are working properly too.

What causing the Half Eaten state is not working is:

The "Half Eaten" geostate code you are cloning from Burger mesh is not the same as code from geostate of FoodEatEggRolls.

Burger= 0x8A6C4E39

FoodEatEggRolls= 0xD8918A76

✳️Step 12. Correcting one GeoState that doesn't work because using EA's Burger mesh

Your main task here is using Default EA's Half Eaten state code to override your custom mesh Half Eaten state code.

Data Grid > ChunkEntries> [1] ChunkEntries > RCOL Block > Meshes > (on Tab [0] Mesh) > GeometryStates (then click ... Dots on the right side) > [1] GeometryStates

Second row is [1] GeometryStates, indicates it is "Half Eaten" state.

[1] GeometryStates > Name

Delete the code 0x8A6C4E39, replaced the code of the Burger with 0xD8918A76 from FoodEatEggRolls.

Click Done. You will go back to Tab [0] [1] Mesh and Geometry States

Don't forget to correcting the code for Plate as well. Plate is in the Tab [1] Mesh. Click [...] Dots on Geometry States once again, it will bring you to Geometry States for Plate.

Repeat the step as you did for the Food State: On Row [1] GeometryStates > Name, Delete the code 0x8A6C4E39, replaced the code of the Burger with 0xD8918A76 from FoodEatEggRolls.

After you are done, click OK > OK > OK > Commit > Save the .package.

Test your package in your game again.

Half Eaten state should be working by now.

✳️Step 13. Replacing the Original "Cook & Serve" MODL with Edited "Cook & Serve" MODL & Correcting the TGI (Type, Group, Instance) Code

Create custom mesh & texture for Cook & Serve, export to TSRW, then export to MODL like Eat state before.

⚠️ Pay attention because this step is very important, otherwise the Custom Food will turn black/disappear, doesn't work in the game.

Repeat Step 11: Replace the MODL for Cook & Serve state.

If you see default TGI code you copied from "foodCookEggRolls" there are only 3 lines.

_IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x00000000 0xA4D80FB45AE9066B

If you want the Cook state working in the game, you should use default TGI code of Serve you copied from "foodServeEggRolls"

_IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x0E3D40D33CC70324 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0 _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x00000000 0xA4D80FB45AE9066B _IMG 0x00B2D882 0x08000000 0x6F93B613E7C91FD0

instead of foodCookEggRolls, otherwise the Cooked food will turn to Black colour in the game.

Repeat Step 11: Copy all the TGI codes you copied from "foodServeEggRolls" for Cook and Serve.

Commit, Save.

✳️Step 15. Check the Geostates for Cook & Serve

Check the Geostates for Cook & Serve.

Cook & Serve Geostates are working using Burger Geostates.

0x95A36FFE 0x8A6C4E39 0x4DB2D3D2 0x35B26CCB

Leave the Geometry states, no need to change to default EA Egg Rolls (otherwise your mesh will disappear or black).

After you are done, click OK, commit, save the .package as usual.

✳️Step 16. Test the CC in the game.

If your Custom Food works well in the game: Full, Half, Empty Geostates are working without showing weird texture or black or disappear, then congratulations! Enjoy and have fun with your custom food default replacement mod👍