#do they know how to add and subtract

[lunavagans]

We all agree Vio reads a lot, right? He‘d probably need at least reading glasses fairly soon if his luck and that glorious Hero‘s Spirit let him down (shh, we ignore how that fits into him and archery for the sake of the bit). But (according to personal experience) before one gets dearly needed glasses, they typically run around doing… expressions. Just imagine that „calm and collected“ (to quote Red: „cool“) guy going

Blue: … This is getting embarassing.

Red: Don‘t insult his efforts, Blue :( You can do it, Vio!!!

Vio: At least I possess the reading proficiency required to have a chance at deciphering this sign.

Blue: WE SHARED A BODY THROUGHOUT SCHOOL!

Vio: That we did. And we‘ve established that not all memories are shared, didn‘t we?

Green: Alright, that‘s enough, guys. The sign reads „Do Not Keep Going, Visitors Unwelcome“, by the way.

Red: Oh, we should continue! Whoever‘s at the end of this path must be lonely from not getting any visitors :D

Vio: I agree, we should send Red ahead. That lonely person will be overwhelmed by his demeanor enough to not harm him and we can look around in the meantime.

Green: Maybe you‘ll go instead, your charming disposition today is sure to brighten up their day, as well.

[lilacandladybugs]

wtf is discrete math this is silly. free the math. let the math be scandalous

[sysig]

Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)

[littlekingbergara]

it makes me so ridiculously happy whenever ryan refers to shane as his best friend. they don't even have to say it, that man IS his best friend but hearing the words come out of his mouth is everything. but sometimes i feel like it's not mutual? like, ryan's been shouting how shane's his best friend to the world, even made him his groomsman (was he the best man?) but why do i lowkey feel as if shane doesn't reciprocate that? obviously shane's been saying how he's his friend and has defended ryan time and time again, but is shane ryan's best friend but ryan isn't shane's best friend? or maybe compared to ryan, shane really is just privy with his personal life? (also ryan isn't even one of shane's groomsman]

i don't wanna look deep into their relationship because they're real people but yaknow

shane was not ryan's best man but the fact that ryan wasn't in his wedding should nottt stick out to you as support for shane not reciprocating ryan's feelings or whatever. ryan had ten people up with him at his wedding and shane had four. ryan's wedding was a lot bigger than shane's and there are so many other factors that go into choosing those people that ryan not being in it cannot possibly be a statement that he doesn't care about him the same.

you're definitely right at the end tho shane is more private with his personal life. and they are real people with a private friendship as well as their public one and we have no way of knowing what goes on there but i definitely Don't think theres any one-sidedness or uncertainty or unevenness about where they stand with each other.

[clarasoswinsoswald]

yeah im fine, just - *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task* *starts new task*

[avelera]

Viktor and Jayce both need to take some non-STEM classes

I'm joking but also a little not-joking that this is in fact, a theme in the show.

In Season 1.08, Ambessa meets Jayce for the first time after he's become a councilor. One of the first questions she asks him is, "Do they teach military history at your Academy, Mr. Talis?"

Jayce takes this as a set up for an insult against him. He's rattled by the bathhouse and braced for a fight. He's so riled, in fact, that he completely misses what Ambessa is probing him for there.

Ambessa wasn't setting him up to make him feel small, like Jayce feared, she wanted to know if he had a military history background or even the beginnings of the skills needed as an engineer to understand or counter some of the political manipulations she's about to pull on him.

Jayce answers: I'm not sure.

Not only has Jayce never taken a military class, he as a scientist doesn't even know if his school offers it.

That made him easy pickings for Ambessa. She wouldn't even need to be subtle, she could use the most basic tricks in the book against a proud young man with only a scientific background and know he wouldn't even begin to have the tools to pick up let alone counter what she's doing to him.

And then we get to Viktor in S2. Now, I think "How much of Cult Leader Viktor is even Viktor?" is a fair question. But the whole Machine Herald ethos he seems to be working towards in his inner monologue in 2.06 is yet another example of "Won't someone PLEASE make these boys take some sort of liberal arts class? An ethics course? SOMETHING?"

Viktor is working his way (Hexcore influence or no) to the conclusion that many frustrated young activists have hit upon when their activism doesn't work.

He tried to help people. But people didn't want to be helped or didn't cooperate with the way he wanted to help them.

His conclusion? Clearly it's the people who are wrong. It's the people who need to be changed.

To quote Pratchett, "“People on the side of The People always ended up disappointed, in any case. They found that The People tended not to be grateful or appreciative or forward-thinking or obedient. The People tended to be small-minded and conservative and not very clever and were even distrustful of cleverness. And so the children of the revolution were faced with the age-old problem: it wasn't that you had the wrong kind of government, which was obvious, but that you had the wrong kind of people.”

And of course, once you start to see people as the problem, that people need to be fundamentally changed, added, or subtracted from, when you treat people as things, that is when the real evil begins.

You have to accept people as they are and work within those bounds, because otherwise you have to change people and that pretty much always leads to the sort of atrocities that the Machine Herald seems gearing up to do. Namely, add and subtract away the people, or the characteristics of people, that don't fit his vision for the world.

And all I can think is: won't Piltover Academy please for the love of god make your tech bros take some goddamn history and philosophy classes please??

[gowerhardcastle]

Seven Hard-Won Tips Specifically for Writing Interactive Fiction

This is pretty fun, putting together these lists of writing tips. Today's list is explicitly about interactive fiction.

The trick to writing great interactive fiction that anticipates, foreshadows, introduces themes early, and has interesting choices that set up later events is to *go back and rewrite the earlier chapters* after you’ve written later chapters.  That way you look like a genius who can plot things out way in advance, but in fact, you just went back and made it seem that way.  Good writing is recursive, and that’s just how it is.

I start with an outline, then I write a code skeleton, leaving blanks for the prose, and then go in and fill in the prose.  This way I’m either in code-brain or prose-writing-brain.  I don’t like switching between the two.  Then, after than phase, I go back one more time and I do the callbacks—you know.  Might the main character be wearing a feathered boa in this scene?  Here’s some custom text.  Might the main character be limping?  Here’s some more custom text.  If you do that after you write the prose, you’ll have the leisure to think of anything fun and specific you can use. 

Callbacks tell players that their choices are unique, important, memorable, and valued by the writer.  It tell them that their choices have led them down their own particular path that the writer is rewarding with unique prose.  It doesn’t have to have a stat effect or create a new fork in the narrative.  Great prose is the reward.

Find an group of alpha readers to read your work early and often and then shut up while they read it and just listen to what they say and comment.  You must resist the urge to explain because you won’t be there at everyone’s house when they are playing your game or reading your narrative.

Make rules for yourself about how you are going to name your variables.  Don’t do what I did, with a horrible blend of sometimes calling a chracter “gil” in the variables and sometimes “gilberto”; sometimes “fitz” and sometimes “fitzie”; sometimes “metvyv” and sometimes “met_tabby”—ugh!  This is self-torture.  Don’t do what I did.

Keep your initial creation of variables super organized.  Write comments in there explaining what these variables are and when you might need them.  I comment most when I am creating variables.  You might create a variable in chapter one called “mustardallergy” that you don’t need until chapter eight, so write a comment that says “variables for chapter eight” and stick that “mustardallergy” variable under it.  I didn’t do this for my first games, and I regretted it. 

Use generic variables and make your life easy.  If you are writing a scene at the racetrack, just make a “xrace” modifier and add and subtract to it willy-nilly to represent just general ups and downs of fortune.  Stub your toe?  -5 xrace.  Wear a fine hat?  +8 xrace.  Throw around some money at the bar?  +12 xrace!  Eat some bad shellfish?  -15 xrace! Then add xrace to every test.  It’s a way of tracking just the ups and downs of fortune.  You can omit it when it doesn’t make sense, but it’s just a great way to make tests and rewards and penalties cumulatively meaningful without having to have a billion variables tracking every last *reason* for the rewards and penalties.

Discover more mini-essays about writing interactive fiction, writing in general, and the process of writing the forthcoming Jolly Good series below.

[otto-s-alskling]

Bars and bathroom breaks

Simon Riley X Reader (It's a smut, deal with it)

TW: Mentions of alcohol, praise kink (if you squint), breeding kink, did I say alcohol?, semi public sex, a lot of drunk Simon talking

Another mission success. It was to be expected that on missions that went as hard as this one gets its reward, namely by getting as wasted as the team could. Soap managed to wrangle them all into a new pub that's filled with probably the biggest shelf of alcohol that Ghost have seen in a local place, and surprisingly, a band stage, DJ station, and a dance floor in the other half, swarming with locals and tourists alike, much to Gaz's delight. Price chuckled as he surveyed the scene before looking at the four.

"Alright, you know the rules. Don't subtract from the population, don't add to the population, don't get us kicked out, don't get us into jail. If you get arrested, you're on your own, I ain't posting bail." The captain reminded them just before losing sight of Soap who most likely went straight for the bar.

Gaz shrugged before smiling, "I'll go help with the drinks, the usuals for now."

Ghost begrudgingly nodded before grasping your arm, following Price who found a free booth, luckily.

"Big place, am I right?" Price commented as he sat down, which earned an eye roll from behind Ghost's medical face mask.

"Too crowded for me." He muttered and placed his hand on your knee, as if he'd lose you in the crowd despite you just staying in your seat.

The older Brit shook his head, chuckling, just as the other two members returned with a tray of drinks and to Ghost's horror, Soap with a tray of probably at least three rounds of shots for everyone. God have mercy.

•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•

Alcohol flowed and alcohol went. The team lost count of how much they had and had Soap charming a random brunette in a corner, Gaz talking to a few ladies in a different booth, Price on guard duty on the table and surprisingly, you and Ghost on the dance floor.

The music was mellow, definitely meant for couples, but the intoxicated Brit didn't care, just swaying against you slowly, humming along with the melody.

"... Hm, you're quiet." He whispered against your ear, earning a soft huff.

"Just didn't expect you to be a dancer." Your voice whispered back as his hands tightened around your waist.

"It's just a bit of swaying, innit? Can't be that hard of a lad to do." His accent was more punctuated, more pronounced in the last hour that everyone had been getting wasted on. "Reckon you deserve one for surviving out there."

"Just a dance, huh?" You joked and he chuckled before pressing his mask against your ear, almost as if he's... Kissing your earlobe.

"Maybe a bit more than a dance." He huskily whispered. That got your attention as you looked up, seeing him scanning the surroundings and if the others are thoroughly... Distracted. Before you can utter another word, he grabbed your hand, tugging you down the hall to the bathrooms and immediately entered the gender neutral one, locking it behind him.

"Lieutenan-" Your words were halted by his gloves on your mouth as he pulled his mask down before shushing you with a torrid kiss.

You felt his stubble against your chin, his hands landing on the back of your head and one on your hip as he wrapped his arm around you. His tongue was insistent, pressing against your lips before sliding in, finding yours and twirling around it, the taste of alcohol on his tongue and breath almost as intoxicating as a brand new shot.

It was so mind numbing that you didn't notice the hand on your head guiding yours to wrap around his neck, then sliding down to your ass, touching the soft flesh and hoisting you up the countertop. He pulled away, panting before latching his lips on your jaw and neck, fingers gently tracing on your jeans and flicking your pants' button open, zipper finally jolting you to focus as he opened it.

"Shhh ... Don't make a sound, don't want us getting caught now, yeah?" He gruffly murmured as he pawed at you, as if the alcohol in his mind had unleashed the tension that had been brewing between the two of you for weeks. He took no time before pulling you off the countertop, making you face the mirror, seeing your face as red as a tomato, making him chuckle as he licked your ear. "All red for me... Let's see if you can hold back from screaming." He amusedly added as he finally pushed your pants and underwear down, followed by his belt buckle clicking off.

"Eyes on the mirror, love. I wanna see this." He murmured as he held on your jaw while his other hand guided his cock close to your heat, running the tip up and down your hole, teasing but not yet entering. Bastard. He smirked as he watched your reaction, that neediness in your breath and the way your hips followed, as if beckoning him to end your suffering already.

He played the white knight advocate and slowly, fucking achingly slowly eased his cock in, watching the o of your mouth and the way your eyes rolled back as he pushed inch by delicious inch all into your heat. "Shh... Shh... Good girl... Fuckin hell... Better than I imagined..." He was gonna let you adjust but you just had to grind back. "Fucking bitch in heat."

He pushed down on the small of your back, pressing you on to the countertop while his other hand grabbed onto your hair, grasping from the base of it as he made you arch up, forced to see yourself in the mirror as he ruts into you like a madman.

"Bitch couldn't fucking wait huh? Greedy little pussy just had to get more? You're such a - God, fuck, you feel so fucking good." For a man who was as stoic as Ghost, he was vocal against your ears, taunting and praising, the scent of alcohol and sex now filling the bathroom and the rhythmic slapping of wet flesh against flesh.

His hands moved from your hair to your jaw, cradling your face as he kept slamming his hips into you. "Look at that face. Picture perfect." He murmured as he watched your reactions of you getting railed on the mirror.

A few thrusts in got your eyes rolling, cheeks flushed and the thing about keeping quiet has been thrown out the window as you moaned in tandem of his movements. Amber eyes bore into your face before he made you turn to the side and kissed you deeply, tongue twirling against yours sloppily.

"Gonna cum like this? Gonna milk me, baby? Ain't got no rubber, you still want it?" He taunted but you were too cockdrunk to care and just nodded vehemently in between moans. He chuckled darkly as he adjusted and wrapped his arms around your waist, eyes still trained on the mirror.

"This cunt's mine." He muttered before using the countertop as a leverage, slamming his hips hard into yours, making you clutch the edges, profanities spilling out from your lips as you began feeling the tightness in your core hike up fast. You could barely say please before a blinding hot static filled your mind, your knees buckling as you came and creamed all over his cock.

"Fuck, that's it. That's it. God, fucking milk me!" He crazed, still watching your face fill with euphoria on the mirror before his hips stuttered and hilted deep, painting your insides with his warm spurts of virile seed. "Fucking perfect... Oh yeah... God, gonna breed you... Fuck."

He stayed inside for a bit, watching you collapse on the countertop as he chuckled, kissing your shoulders and the back of your neck. "Good girl. Perfection... Gonna stay in for a bit, yeah? Make sure it takes."

First actual smut. Wow. Where did my fluffy writing go? 😅😅😅

[meguwumibear]

The first time the two of you run into her, Zayne’s body goes rigid. You’re on your way to lunch at a noodle restaurant he scoped out a few weeks prior after developing a feel for your tastes. She’s dressed in her hunter uniform, which means she’s working another weekend shift, against her doctor’s orders. He wonders how much sleep she’s getting, and if she’s eating a full three meals.

Zayne’s mind runs from him as he stares at her, losing track of what’s happening in his body, forgetting who’s tucked up against his side. He doesn’t even realize how tightly he’s begun to grip your hand until you give his a gentle, questioning squeeze. The pressure and warmth of your fingers should ground him, but it’s been a while since he’s seen her outside the office. Thoughts of her and her wellbeing form out of habit, one he continues to struggle to break.

If you were less observant, perhaps he could explain away his sudden change in demeanor, but Zayne has always liked his women knife sharp. Words have failed him in the past. The sentences he strings together are always too curt, too short, too clinical to carry a conversation or make his true feelings known. One must look not only at what he has said, but at what his actions convey if they want to understand him.

(He does not tell her that he missed her, only that he checked the weather where she stayed.)

You’re fluent in latent content—it’s one of the many things he likes about you—which is how he knows you don’t miss the way his eyes flick to her. Or that he can’t seem to peel them away. You frown, but say nothing, which makes him feel like a fucking jackass. She doesn’t want him. Not in this life. And, he’s risking whatever he has with you by staring at her, at the woman who left him, at the woman who never stays.

You wait until you’re back at his place to ask about her. Your tone is soft, curious, but your eyes are unable to meet his. They keep looking over his shoulder or at his feet.

“Who is she?” you want to know, only he doesn’t know how to answer that. He doesn’t know how he could possibly begin to explain to you that he’s known for her lifetimes without sounding like some delusional, lovesick pup still hung up on his ex.

“A wraith,” he tells you since that’s as close to the truth as he can get. “She’s someone from my past.”

You hum, then add, “I figured. It looked like you saw a ghost when we crossed paths with her.”

Zayne wishes you were angry—he feels better equipped for that—but you just sound sad.  It makes his heart feel unusually heavy. It aches, like it may drop out from behind his ribs and leave a dark cavity in his chest.

“About your ex,” he starts, though he isn’t quite sure where he’s going with this. The night you first met, you cried to Zayne about them, but they haven’t come up since.

“Would you believe me if I told you they were a hunter too?”

Zayne doesn’t miss how you speak of them in the past tense.

“Were?” he asks.

You look at him finally, and there is pain in your eyes; they glisten with something all too familiar to him. “They died,” you say, voice thick with grief, “protecting the city from Wanders.”

This, at least, is something Zayne understands. He meets grief life after life, two old, begrudging friends.

“You never told me,” he says.

You shrug, “Most people don’t like to talk about death.”

“I’m not most people.”

“No,” you agree, “you’re not.”

Zayne thinks of the jasmine you brought him your first night over. True to your word, you help him dry the plant so he can keep it forever. He thinks of what you told him that night, when he nearly collapsed at the sight of the taunting white petals. You told him what humans perceive as death is just energy changing form. Perhaps that belief formed in the aftermath of your exes passing.

“Do you believe in past lives?” he asks.

Your brows knit together as you give the question some thought.

“I wouldn’t rule it out,” you eventually reply. “If nothing is ever added or subtracted from the universe, an argument could be made in its favor. Why do you ask? Is she from one of yours?”

“She is,” he tells you. “She’s from quite a few.”

“Oh,” you reply as you look away from him. Your frown deepens, and Zayne hates that there’s nothing he can do to stop it. “I think this might be my first life. My first human one anyway. I was probably a bird before this. A flighty one like an arcticyon or something.”

Sometimes, Zayne can’t believe you’re real.

“It’s a privilege to have met you here, then,” he tells you. “And, I’ll look forward to meeting you again.”

You flash him a small smile, “You think you’ll find me in the next one?”

He returns the fond look you give him, “I will certainly try.”

[fraugwinska]

Incorrect Alastor x Reader Quotes Part 3

Because I love doing and you love giggling at these! :>

Alastor: I don't know how to tell you this, but… I love you. Reader: That's great, Alastor. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

Reader: I'm trash. Alastor: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Reader: Reader: You smooth motherfucker. Reader: And yes it does.

Angel: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Reader: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. Alastor walks in Reader: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Reader: That was so hot, Alastor. Alastor: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Reader: I'm so in love with you.

Reader: Alastor, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Alastor, naked in Reader's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Reader, already taking off their clothes: Fuck… Me neither.

Reader: is wearing silk pants How does this look? Alastor: Like its slips on and off really easily. Reader: Alastor: No, I didn't mean it like that- Angel, grinning: We know what you meant.

Angel: Husk! I can't do this stupid math! Husk: What’s the math problem? Angel: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply. Reader, covering Alastor's ears, while Husk smacks Angel upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.

Alastor: I’m going to take you out Reader: Great, it’s a date! Alastor: I meant that as a threat... Reader: See you at five!

Charlie: Hey, Reader, are you free on Friday? Like around eight? Reader: Yeah. Charlie: And you, Alastor? Alastor: Umm… yes? Charlie: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date! Alastor: Did she just-

Lucifer: So… who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Reader: We're chopsticks! Lucifer: Well… that's cute! Lucifer: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Alastor: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

[messy-gemini1]

Incorrect shit i think Hellsing characters (and reader) would say cause mamas bored

Alucard: *holds a gun out to Reader* Reader: I-I don't believe in guns. Alucard: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it. ______

Reader: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you... Alucard: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey. ______

Reader: I’m doing what I can to jog your memory. Seras: It’s jogging, I guess. Its tiddies are jiggling a little. Reader: Nice. ______

Reader: Go fuck yourself. Alucard, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch Reader: GET OUT! ______

Reader: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free Blood packets. Alucard: Marry me. ______

Integra: We'll talk about this later. Alucard: Fine, I won’t be listening. ______

Reader: *about Seras and Integra* They make a cute couple, huh? Alucard: They certainly are standing next to each other. ______

Integra: Seras, you'll be working with Reader and Alucard. Seras: Alright! My fantasy threesome! Everyone else: *blank stares* Seras: ...Of people on a team. ______

Reader: Bad news—Seras locked herself outta the manor Reader: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith. Reader: Bad news—Integra finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute guys/girls/enbies. Reader: Good news—a cute guy/girl/enby saw me do it. Reader: Bad news—it was Alucard, and since they’ve already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, they’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. They know. ______

Alucard: Reader! I can't do this stupid math! Reader: What’s the math problem? Alucard: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply. Integra covering Seras' ears, while Reader smacks Alucard upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth. ______

Alucard: We have a problem. Reader: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

[magicalbunbun]

Y/n, adam, lilith and eve being together in Eden be like:

Adam, bursting into the room: You two are having sex!

Lilith, not looking up from their book: Really? Y/n, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

_

Y/n: How do you tell someone that you wanna have sex with them in a polite way?

Lilith: Excuse me Mx. Would you give me the honours of indulging in sexual activities with you?

Adam: What the fuck is wrong with you two?

_

Lilith: How do I ask someone out?

Adam: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two.

Lilith: No!

Eve: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.

Lilith: Stop!

Y/n: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream.

Lilith: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

_

Eve: Lilith! I can't do this stupid math!

Lilith: What’s the math problem?

Eve: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply.

Adam, covering Y/n's ears, while Lilith smacks Eve upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.

_

Y/n: I am so horny and angry all the time.

_

*at the supermarket*

Eve: All right, the last item on the list is "virgin oil."

Eve: Wow. Imagine being an item and still being called a virgin.

_

Lilith: I like your top, Adam!

Y/n: I have a name, you know.

_

Lilith: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Y/n: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

Lilith: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

_

They are stupid

[hypersaline]

NPC and Townie Ager

This is a tombstone found in misc/misc that helps keep townies'/NPCs' ages in sync with playables' during rotational play. It ages them by one day each time the relevant pie menu option is clicked (or each day at 23:30 if auto-aging is turned on) and teleports them to the lot for birthdays and old age deaths. It requires HB's Easy Inventory Check and can be downloaded here at SFS or here at Mediafire. There's no preview image for this, but exhaustive detail is available behind the cut.

Credits:

The change-model interaction was mostly taken from Inge's teleporter cat; it's possible-to-probable that I cannibalized other mods as well when I first made this, but if so I no longer know which ones.

General notes:

There's a shift-click neighborhood age randomization option. It will only affect townies/NPCs at the beginning of their current lifestage, so use it first thing if you're going to use it.

For birthdays/old age deaths, the sim will materialize close to the ager object, so it's best placed outdoors and outside of any locked gates. There's an option to change it into a small rug for easier hiding.

NPCs will be retired to the townie pool when they have a birthday.

Teens will age into adults, but there'll be a one-day-left notification in case you'd like to send them to uni.

Elders will stand quietly near the ager for up to an hour before dying. Everyone on the lot will notice, like with other on-lot deaths, and you'll have to deal with tombstones manually.

The object doesn't alter the birthday/death functions and shouldn't conflict with mods that do. You'll still need the usual bugfixes, particularly for nonplayable children's aspirations and for multiple deaths occurring at once.

There's a shift-click menu option that'll automatically make townies/NPCs grow up well; another will make them grow up well and also make their deaths peaceful. Sims that trigger a fear as they're aging (like teens who don't go to college) might still age up badly.

Known issue: the object's handling of elders has a bug or two I haven't tracked down. Occasionally an elder will persistently refuse to die until you move them in; occasionally an elder will have their age reset when they're supposed to die. Neither should cause any other issues.

Known issue: under some circumstances the ager will mistakenly grow townies/NPCs up one day into a new lifestage. Saving the game right after the ager does its thing will prevent this.

Exceptions to aging:

YAs, pets, zombies, vampires, servos, any townie/NPC with a bottle of Elixir of Life in inventory, and (in some cases) townies/NPCs that've been generated but haven't visited any lot yet won't be aged.

Babies in the adoption pool will have days subtracted but won't automatically have birthdays. You'll be notified but will have to manually summon and toss them.

Special townies like downtownies, garden clubbers, etc., will age if otherwise eligible. Note that there are (were?) bugs in how the game generates vacation locals and tourists; if yours die off, you might want to make their replacements yourself.

Not all NPCs will age, and the list of those that will is somewhat arbitrary: burglars, cops, firefighters, maids, nannies, gardeners, repairpeople, mail carriers, paperkids, cashiers, bartenders (comm lot), bartenders (party), professors, streakers, coaches, cafeteria workers, servers, hosts, DJs, business reporters, landlords, butlers.

To add NPCs I skipped, open up the 'Sub - Ageable NPC?' BHAV, scroll to the last line, choose "Ins/false" in the special buttons, switch "Const" to "Literal", make sure the Decimal box is not ticked, and enter the NPC type number from this list.

[ccoconutmall]

❝STUDY SESH!❞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; yuta becomes your tutor; he wonders if he'll be able to handle the girl of his dreams, and someone of your nature.

pairing; nerd!yuta x bimbo!reader.

content warning; making out, biting, hickies, minor smut.

pt 2.

MDNI.

oh god. 

yuta knew he was in trouble when he saw you walk into your class late with a skimpy little outfit. your belly button ring and black thong standing out amongst your pink juicy tracksuit. even at 8 in the morning; you still look beautiful in his eyes, and it only made him twitch in his pants at the sight of you. 

yuta wasn’t typically the guy girls like you went for, and he knew it, but even though he couldn’t be in the same clique as you, or even get near you. he knew he could still crush on you though; watch the way your ass moves in the pants you were wearing that day, maybe even ogle at your boobs that threatened to pop out of your tight tank top.

he could only dream of having you in his bed, silently crying out his name while he had you trapped beneath his frame. a dream where he’d kiss and leave love bites all over your soft skin; just to show off to everyone that you were in fact his. he wanted to see your pouty face; plump lips pursed when he wouldn’t give you what you wanted and went at a snail's pace, hoping to savor this for as long as he possibly could. He could imagine the red marks being left on his pale skin from your freshly done manicure that you practically begged him to pay for. 

you pleaded with all your might, even promised a blowjob to get what you want; and he just had to give in; because he couldn’t let his girl look bad, now could he? oh, what you do to this poor boy. everything he’s ever wanted only involves you. he wanted the pretty, dumb girl to be his; and to go even dumber on his dick. he could barely hear the lecture going on while he watched you chew on the clicker of your pink pen. all too perfect for you. lip gloss, smearing all over the tip of it while you stare absentmindedly at the board in front of you. 

he can just tell you had no idea what was going on in that pretty little head of yours, and he was perfectly fine with that; then, before he knew it, the professor was calling the two of you down from your seats; mentioning how you needed a tutor and that yuta was the best option to teach you in a way you’d understand. he could think of a few ways to teach you alright. a small pout formed on your lips as you looked down. you were trying your hardest, of course, but your hardest was obviously not hard enough. 

“hey, don’t worry… i’ll find a great way for you to learn.” yuta snapped you out of your little funk. a large smile now plastered across your face. there’s his pretty girl. “really?!” you exclaimed, nearly jumping into his arms before he could fully nod; tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. he could definitely get used to this. “thank you! thank you!” you pressed your boobs into his chest, and left the room with a giggle. 

yuta had his work cut out for him…

—

“i can’t do it!” you sighed loudly while yuta did his homework. he looked down at your textbook, looking at your overly pretty handwriting. you didn’t get one question right besides the one he helped you with. “y/n, you did them all wrong.. here let me help you.” he took his eraser and rubbed away all the work you had previously done, you pursed your lips as you watched him get rid of it all . “ok, you have to solve for x, do you know how to do that?” 

he watched as you idly stared at him. “here’s an easy one.” he pointed at the first question on the top of your paper. “X + 14 = 21. all you have to do is subtract 14 and 21.” tilting your head, you looked at him again “but 14 is positive… why don’t we add?” smiling, he pointed again. “well, in order to get x alone, you’d have to move 14 to the other side right? think of it like an ex boyfriend, you want to get away from it right?” your face made an ‘oh’ face before you grabbed your calculator out of your purse and began to type away. 

your nails were tapping at the keys and you wrote down the answer “so x is 7?” you asked him as he nodded. “good job!” he clapped for you and you looked down at the paper once again. “hey, if you get this next one right on your own, i’ll give you a reward, how does that sound?” gasping you looked over at him. you perked up at the mention of getting something in return, you were easily coaxed and he knew that; he had you wrapped around his finger.

a few minutes passed and you had finished the question, remembering the method he taught you; so you could get it right. “good job! here, you can have a reward.” he looked around the room, but when he looked, he could clearly tell there was nothing around to aid him. he finally looked at your pouting face, your lips was all he could focus on before he placed a chaste kiss against them. your lip gloss gently stains his lips, leaving a faint hint of vanilla against his tongue. 

he pulled away gently, a soft smack could be heard as the kiss disconnected. your eyes were wide when he opened his. he was trying to keep all his pent up energy suppressed when he kissed you, but he didn’t realize how soft your lips would be; and god. he wanted them all over his body. instead of kissing you again, he began to nervously laugh at the little action. “sorry, i don’t know why i–” 

you cut him off when you grabbed his face and pulled him into a deeper kiss, it was like time stopped. finally, he began to lean into the kiss like it was oxygen and he had been struggling to breathe for hours on end. his tongue dragged across your lips, slowly prodding it inside of your mouth. tongues fighting against each other while his hands ran up your waist; goosebumps prickling your arms when you realize just how cold his fingertips were against your warm skin. 

you wrapped your arms against his neck as you straddled him, making the kiss impossibly closer; as if you’d become one. your nails finding their way into his scalp as he tasted the minty flavor dancing on your tongue from you chewing a piece of gum just a half hour ago. yuta wanted to become one with you; but before he knew it, you had him melting in the palms of your hand. how couldn’t you, he’s been dying for this moment since the very first time he’s laid eyes on you. what spell did you put on him for him to feel like this? 

he finally moved away to press kisses against your neck, your gold necklace tickling his lips as the smell of your perfume intoxicated him. the sounds of your moans rang pretty in his ears, and his throat ran dry; adam's apple bobbing as he tried to gulp down whatever spit was left in his mouth so he could try to get rid of the throbbing pain in his pants, and he knew you could feel it because you looked down at him. you smirked, slowly moving your hips against his waist; how he wished he could just eat you whole. his sweats were slowly growing a dark spot from all the friction between you two. 

he looks at your neck and starts to suck on the sensitive skin, trying to gain his control back, but instead, it leaves a dark red hickey. something that’s going to last on your skin for at least a week. gasping, you stop the movements of your hips to look down at him, and he begins to stand up, carrying you in his large hands and moving you over to his bed. “yuta?” 

your big doe eyes, staring into his tired ones as he lays you down. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll take care of you.” 

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[thesandyhooktragedy]

was adam lanza a pedophile?

this is a topic of hot debate. personally i don’t believe it add or subtracts much from his case, but nevertheless people love to discuss it. so let’s discuss!

why do people think he’s a pedophile in the first place? from a young age, lanza had a fascination with violence against children. in elementary school, lanza wrote several stories featuring violence against children.

later in life, lanza would write a 35-page essay defending pedophilia as part of his college application. in this essay, lanza postulated that pedophile rights were part of the “liberation of children”, and that children should be able to make decisions as adults would. lanza also stated that he believed an “adult-child relationship” could be “beneficial for both parties”.

lanza would expand on this essay on his youtube channel, CulturalPhilistine, in an 8 part series titled “On pedophiles and children”. the transcripts for these videos can be found here

after lanza’s attack on Sandy Hook, police would find notes and basic sketches of scenes for a play called “Lovebound”, written by lanza, on his hard drive. the play would depict a relationship between a 10-year-old boy and a 30-year-old man.

many users of the forum that lanza was on, Shocked Beyond Belief, seemed to have an impression of him that included him having an attraction to children.

(full sources of picture one and three can be found here and here! these specific screenshots were found from a post by lanzagf.)

so, was he a pedophile? we have no definitive way of knowing, and there’s an equal amount of evidence suggesting that he wasn’t one. when police searched lanza’s hard drive, they found no sexual content featuring children.

it’s well known that lanza was an odd man all around, so perhaps his fascination with violence against children simply came from his “antinatalism” and general violent thoughts rather than an actual attraction to children. maybe the impression that other SBB users had of him came from his awkward personality.

the biggest question, i think, is does it matter?

an article published by the Connecticut Post puts it best—

Dr. Charles Herrick, the head of psychiatry at Danbury Hospital, said it is difficult with the information released to date to know if Lanza's interest in pedophilia had any influence on his behavior.

"The material related to his obsession with mass shootings is far more compelling about what is driving his behavior," he said.

although pedophilia could be a possible motivator of lanza’s attack on Sandy Hook, his fascination with mass shootings—something which appears to be a trend in a lot of mass shooters—is far more relevant. however, the Connecticut Post’s article offers an explanation on how lanza being a pedophile could’ve motivated him to attack Sandy Hook.

[Dr. Fred] Berlin said one could speculate that Lanza, if he had pedophilia tendencies, could have targeted the elementary school in an attempt to eliminate temptation.

"The idea is that someone who has a strong desire for something and they're forbidden to act upon it, they can be angry at the source of temptation," he said. "It's not unreasonable, given what happened. There must have been a tremendous amount of rage inside of him."

as i stated, there’s no definitive way of knowing whether or not adam lanza was a pedophile. either way, i don’t believe it adds or subtracts much from his case, as it does little to change much about his moral character. i don’t believe there’s any point in arguing about something that only serves to make a tragedy more disturbing.

what do you think? was adam lanza a pedophile or not?

[bestanimal]

~ Round 3 is currently underway, with Carnivora in the lead!

See poll schedule here ~

On a quest to find Tumblr’s favorite animal!

(Pictured is my personal favorite animal: the bearded vulture! Photo was taken by me… if you want to see more I post my photography on my instagram: SaritaWolf ;P)

Ever wondered how your favorite animal stacks up against other people’s favorites? Well you’ve come to the right place!

Here’s how this will work…

Polls will be ranked like so:

My fav is in this group!/This is one of my favorite animals!

I love these/this animal(s)

I like these/this animal(s)

I am neutral about these/this animal(s)

I dislike these/this animal(s)

I hate these/this animal(s)

If an animal is your favorite, it receives 5 points

If you love an animal, it receives 3 points

If you like an animal, it receives 1 point

If you are neutral about an animal, no points are added or subtracted to its ranking

If you dislike an animal, 1 point will be taken away

If you hate an animal, 3 points will be taken away

Note: As of Round 3, the hate option has been removed.

At the end of a polling period, that animal’s points will be its rank.

The top 20 or 50 or 100 or whatever (number to be decided on at a later date) will move on to the next round!

Polls will be open for 7 days

Since it’s not very feasible for me to make 1.5 million polls for every known species of animal, the first round of polls will be by Phylum, the next round will be by Class, then Order, then Family, then Genus, and then Species.

If you want your favs to make it to the top, make sure you know what group they’re in! This can be found via a quick Wikipedia search and a look-see right here (using the bearded vulture as an example):

The Bearded Vulture is in the Phylum Chordata, the Class Aves/Reptilia, the Order Accipitriformes, and the Genus Gypaetus, so now I know to vote for that group as my favorite when it comes up!

The top ranked Phyla will move on to the next round, where they will then be split into Classes, and Round 2 will begin.

Round 3 will take the winning classes and split them by Order, then follow the same pattern.

Round 4 will take the winning orders and split them by Family, then follow the same pattern.

Round 5 will take the winning families and split them by Genus, then follow the same pattern.

Round 6 will take the winning genera and split them by Species, then follow the same pattern.

The Ultimate Round will pit the top 20/50/100 (number also to be decided at a later date) species against each other.

If no clear photos exist of a species, preferably in situ, it will not be included in the polls. (So, if you’re a scientist who just discovered a new moth and it’s your favorite animal you better get those photos on iNaturalist quick)

You can have multiple favorites, I am not keeping track of that, but I do ask that you answer honestly!

I will add a bit of propaganda under a cut on each poll, but please feel free to reblog polls and add your own! If you want your fav(s) to win, these polls need to be seen by lots of people!

I do encourage people to not vote blindly. Look at the photos, read the propaganda, maybe even do your own research before you decide how you feel about an animal!

And lastly, please keep things civil! We all have different tastes and someone hating your fav is not a personal affront against you!

That being said, we do not “Kill it with fire” here. It’s ok to not like an animal, but we do not tolerate people calling for violence against a species or wishing a whole species extinct.

Important Tags:

#Animal Polls: All main polls

#Poll Results: Completed polls will be reblogged along with their calculated ranking

#Special Poll: Any extra polls

#Extra Propaganda: Any reblogged propaganda added by voters, or reblogs featuring the animals in the poll of the day

#Statistics: A stats post will be posted after each round

#Asks: For any responses to asks (my askbox is open!)

#FAQ: For questions that may come up often

#Extras: For any announcement posts, reblogs, etc

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