#grand theft auto three

[ayakasmith]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!! ❤️👏💓💓💓

From Tommy X Claude.

It's already 14 February here! ♡♡♡

Have a great day lovey dovey day!!! ♡♡♡

[yank-a-ton]

[kagooleo]

playing with my rice like toys on my work breaks

[tapeworrmart]

Comedown 💊💫

[thatslytherinqueen]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[rfxiii]

North Yankton era headcanons:

Michael invites Trevor over for Christmas every year. Amanda hates it, especially because she can tell the presents he brought for the kids are stolen.

Michael does small things for Trevor’s birthday every year because he knows he’d spend it alone, getting wasted, probably not even remembering it was his birthday that day, if he didn’t plan something.

Trevor doesn’t ever remember his own birthday. But he remembers Michael’s, Lester’s, Brad’s, Jimmy and Tracey’s, and even Amanda’s.

Trevor just having a really good memory in general.

Tracey liked to braid Trevor and Brad’s hair when she was little. Brad would get mad as hell when Michael made fun of him, but Trevor would strut proudly around the house, and even go out in public with it, like the proud uncle that he is.

Trevor taking his job as Jimmy and Tracey’s uncle very seriously. And being utterly heartbroken during times when Michael would tell him to stop coming around for a while because of his drug use- like when Jimmy said he remembered seeing needles and drugs when he’d been around Trevor as a child.

Amanda feeling just a little bad about how much she hates Trevor when she sees how happy Jimmy and Tracey get when he comes to visit.

Brad genuinely liking, and even looking up to Michael, for the first few years he’s with T and M, until he realizes Trevor is kind of using him as a substitute for Michael.

Michael going to hang out with Lester so he has someone to complain to about Trevor and Brad.

Trevor getting high or black out drunk and accidentally crying to Brad about how he’s afraid Michael is going to leave him- and it only makes Brad hate Michael worse.

Trevor telling Tracey and Jimmy little bedtime stories that are actually true but just garnished up like a silly fairy tale- kind of like the Trisha story he tells Wade.

Tracey making Trevor one of those little beaded friendship bracelets- he still has it in a box in the closet in his house in Sandy Shores.

Michael spending hours alone at the bar after he starts working up plans with Davey- just getting drunk and trying to convince himself that getting rid of Trevor is the right thing to do.

Michael taking Trevor and Brad out for one last, crazy weekend of drinking, partying, and causing problems before the ambush in Ludendorff- almost like a last supper kind of situation.

Jimmy not totally understanding why they’d moved and why Trevor wasn’t around anymore. But Tracey being inconsolable for days, and even a little mad at Michael- despite not knowing it was his fault, when Michael tells his family that Trevor is “dead”.

[iammissingautumn]

okay but honestly imagine dating taylor swift and she releases So High School like that’s embarrassing i’m all for hating or loving taylor swift or whatever but like. she creates all of Lover. Imagine someone wrote Daylight and then releases So High School. Imagine your partner wrote Paper Rings for an ex and then wrote So High School for you. like that’s embarrassing. i would be embarrassed.

[party-at-jacurutu]

[sob-dylan]

actually, i think the peak of television for me is the reno 911 episode “fastest criminal in reno.”

[aleksikesa]

FR THIS TIME?!

[ayakasmith]

CLAUDE STANDING

The cardboard IS WIP NOW, YEY. It takes 3 days... gonna update if it's arrived! ☆♡ I can't wait

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - Even the Undead Need A Jog | 11/7/12

I think I Shat myself.

(4GTV - STREAM WHAT YOU PLAY!)

[gunchapred]

This is the entire second season of Lucina's Cosplay Closet, the series where I ask you guys for characters for Lucina to dress up as. Here are the characters in order, alongside who suggested them.

Lucina's Cosplay Closet: Season 2

Costumes (In Order):  Niko Bellic (Suggested By Maverick on Discord) Artoria Pendragon (Suggested by Holo On Discord) Sailor Moon Kitana (Suggested by @*Midnight_grave0 on Twitter) Byleth [Male] (Suggested by Tokosauce on Discord)

[incorrectstarrailquotes]

Welt, to Trailblazer, March 7th and Dan Heng: So according to this you three are being accused of; armed robbery, vandalism, grand theft auto—

Dan Heng: We had a bad day...

Welt: —and murder.

March 7th: ...It was a pretty bad day...

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Scout's Honor

Day #1 - Prompt: Firsts | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex Acts, Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Newly Gotten Together Steddie, Semi-Public Sexual Acts, Touch Me While Your Bros Play Grand Theft Auto Super Nintendo, The Boys of Corroded Coffin Are Tired of Eddie's Horny Bullshit

This has a sister fic, Full Throttle, from Steve's POV. Either can be read standalone.

"It's my turn!" Gareth shouts, grabbing at the controller, and Goodie holds it up, as far as the cord will stretch, trying to keep it out of his grubby little hands. Laughing as he pushes and fights to get a hold of it.

It is his turn, but Goodie isn't about to cave to the little shit's demands that easily.

"Guys," Jeff warns, then adds, "just take mine," offering up his controller up to Gareth.

"But I want to be player one!" Gareth snaps, and Goodie just laughs. No fucking way. 

"Winner gets to be player one, and that's me," Goodie tells him, and Gareth whines about it, but he does take the second controller from Jeff's hands. 

Their first decent check came last week, and after divvying up and paying out all their debts, they had just enough left over to buy the brand new Super Nintendo. There was one left in the store, and if they pooled their money together, they could actually afford it.

So. The check is gone, long gone, they spent every damn dime, but it was fucking worth it, as they crowd around the TV in the cheap apartment they're all crammed into, playing Super Mario World. They've been taking turns, the four of them. Well, three now that Steve Harrington has shown up. Goodie thought it'd mean they had to give him a turn too, but instead Eddie gave up on playing with them, and is on the other couch, Steve all over Eddie, taking up all his attention.

Just because Eddie was the first of them to get into a relationship, doesn't mean the band should have to be subjected to this all the time. But they are, because Eddie and Steve are horny motherfuckers, the both of them.

It wasn't so bad before they all lived together, but now, torture. Pure and utter torture.

They've been trying to do the long-distance thing, and Goodie was sure it would fizzle. After the shine wore off fucking King Steve. Like, he gets it. High school Eddie could never, would never, and now he's reliving his adolescence, chasing after Steve Harrington like a little lap dog. Panting, and humping his goddamn leg.

It's so high school, it makes Goodie sick. 

Unfortunately, this has gone on long enough that now Goodie's sure they're about to be saddled with Harrington full-time. 

Goodie looks over, and no fucking way. Not on his couch. Their shared couch. Community property.

Steve's trying to look normal, but he's red-faced, eyes squeezed shut, his gym shorts pulled down in the back, Eddie's fingers disappearing down into them, into Steve, Goodie's pretty fucking sure. He doesn't know where else they could be. Especially not with the face Steve's making.

Goodie nudges Gareth, just to make sure he's not seeing things. Misconstruing. Maybe he just has a dirty mind, and is still traumatized from the blowjob incident last week.

And the tongue in the asshole fiasco from the week before that.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, not again," Gareth says under his breath, so no, no he's not imagining it. Eddie's got three fingers shoved up Steve's asshole right where they can all see. 

"Eddie!" Goodie yells, and Steve is the one that jumps, Eddie just fucking laughs, but he doesn't pull his hand out of Steve shorts, until Steve crawls off his lap, ears tinged red, heading straight for the bathroom.

"Seriously? With us in the room?" Goodie asks, as soon as Steve's gone, behind the closed door.

"I wasn't doing anything," Eddie bemoans, but he has a shit eating grin, as he puts up three fingers, in a mock salute, "Scout's honor."

And his fingers are fucking shiny, with what must be lube. 

Because they've been up Steve's ass. 

Goodie shakes his head, trying not to give Eddie the attention he's clearly craving. He's a pervert, and Goodie's not playing into his exhibionist streak. 

Steve finally resurfaces from the bathroom, and Eddie stands.

"Time for bed," Eddie says, and then they're gone, the door to Eddie and Gareth's bedroom shutting with a heavy snick.

Gareth looks over at Goodie, and gives him a withering stare, "Thanks. Now my room's gonna smell like spunk. Again."

Goodie just cackles. Sucker.

Steve's moaning, Eddie's grunting, headboard hitting the wall, and honestly, Goodie thinks maybe he should have just kept his goddamn mouth shut. This is worse.

"How're they still like this, it's been years," Goodie says, not really asking a question. 

"Years?" Jeff asks, "The dancing around each other, maybe, but the fucking? That's brand new."

"You're shitting me?" Goodie asks, in disbelief. There's no fucking way. "Gareth?"

Gareth will know.

"A couple months?" Gareth offers, and Goodie cannot believe that's true. Eddie's been lusting for, talking about, obsessing over Steve Harrington ever since that weird spring break that sent Eddie to the hospital for weeks, with Steve a constant at his side. Steve had taken up permanent residency, like he was Wayne Newton in Vegas. 

Eddie wrapped up in soft sweaters that definitely weren't his own. 

They were together. Right? Definitely. These two just weren't observant.

Eddie punctuates his thought with a long, disgusting groan, that can only mean he's just come. 

"We gotta make some changes," Goodie says, "we can't live like this."

"We're barely here, Goods, let him have this," Jeff says, the peacemaker, the voice of reason. The herder of cats. 

"No," Goodie argues, just to argue. 

"Yes," Jeff counters, "if you don't, I bet Steve's cozy little house on Wabash is gonna look pretty damn good."

"Eddie wouldn't dare," Goodie snaps, and then he hears Eddie and Steve both giggling, and well, Eddie might.

Goddammit. 

"Fine, we'll be assaulted by the sights and sounds, but I won't be happy."

"None of us are," Gareth says in solidarity, agreeing with Goodie, for once. Hell has officially frozen over.

Eddie comes out, holding a towel over his junk, bare ass in the wind, grinning like an asshole as he heads towards the bathroom.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: This is inspired by Taylor's Swift song So High School. Steve knows how to ball, Eddie knows Aristotle. I don't make the rules.

Read Steve's POV on this situation right here in, Full Throttle.

[askagamedev]

The time required to develop games has been getting longer and longer. Do you think there's any solution to reduce this time, like some kind of technological innovation, for example?

Development times haven't really gotten longer and longer, except in the outlier special cases (e.g. Grand Theft Auto, Elder Scrolls). What generally happens is that you see these games in the news that have had long incubation or troubled development periods where they keep going in circles for years, and then finally must commit to finishing the game and take two to three years to ship the game.

The real way to stop this from happening is a stronger production team that enforces decision commitment and completion urgency on the development team. There's no technology in the world that can make commitment-phobic leadership finalize needed decisions. In many such situations, making a real choice means accepting the benefits and drawbacks of that choice. Real drawbacks are always less appealing than a theoretically yet-undiscovered perfect answer without any drawbacks, even if a perfect solution isn't actually feasible. Lack of decision commitment is the primary reason for long, meandering development cycles.

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