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It is not nearly common enough knowledge that most Native tribes in the U.S. don't actually own all of the land within their reservation. There are millions of acres of reservation land that tribes don't legally own and they have no control over how that land is used. Like, there are a lot of different concepts tied in with the land back movement, but a major one is literally just getting reservation land back into tribal ownership.
the reactions and conversations i've been seeing on simblr lately have been disgusting and disturbing. i'm coming to the realization that a lot of you guys are wolves in sheep's clothing. the response to black and brown simmers expressing their disappointment in the community they're a part of should never be "you are acting so entitled!"
entitled to what? a realistic experience in a community built upon a game that has always been about personalization and representation? is it seriously too much to ask to have hair cc that represents your own hairstyle in a sandbox life simulator? i'm sorry, but some of you have gotten extremely comfortable letting your racism show.
"i only make the content i want! if you want this kind of content, make it yourself!" you need to ask yourself why you only want to make cc based on eurocentric standards of beauty. why are you so afraid of having the slightest bit of melanin in your game?
i am a white person before i am gay, before i am trans, before i am autistic. some of you guys need to realize this as well. racism is a bonding experience between races and what i've been seeing is blatant and unapologetic racism. my friends have been getting dogpiled and dragged every which way by some very loud and very bold people who i think need to educate themselves. some of yall need to confront your own internalized racism. do not settle for a sub-par experience in a community that needs to do better just because you think it's what you deserve.
rounding this post out, i want you all to know that my page is made for people of any race, gender, sexuality, etc. i do not care what you look like, if you love this game the same way i do i want you to be a part of my page. that being said, racism, transphobia, homophobia, basically any kind of discrimination will not be tolerated. i use my own education, my own discretion, and my own block button to determine who i want on this page. do the same if you have an issue with anything i've said. i do not want you on my fucking page if you think referring to people of color as "you people" is acceptable or adult behavior. you look stupid as fuck.
to be honest with you i was pretty angry when i wrote this but i agree with everything i said. i want to add a few things onto this.
1. white people in this community need to start speaking up and speaking out against racism. it should not only be on people of color to express their disappointment and discomfort in a racist community. if there is a single good bone in your body and you are white, get angry, get loud, get defensive, and use your voice for those who get ridiculed, bullied, and even further harmed by racism when they post about it. do not turn a blind eye anymore. it is not only up to people of color to try to build a healthy community.
2. i want permanent change. we need to start calling these racist people out, we need to start excluding them. do not download or reblog their content, as far as i'm aware these people do not exist. who knows if this will bring real change, but we cannot be powerless and motionless.
3. intersectionality is the core of a great movement. we need to start caring about each other a lot more because individualism kills movements. the aim of the oppressor is to divide and conquer. if we start hating each other because "i don't like gay content" or "i just don't have a lot of people of color in my game" or whatever weak excuse people say noawadays, true change will never come.
i know i sound pretty hopeful about real reform but i think it's possible. i also know that there's some people going "why do you hate white people so much if you're white?" and i want those people to stop and think about what ive said for a moment. i do not hate white people. in fact, hate gets us nowhere. white people, myself included, are taught racism from the systemic structures that form a society and the people that bring us up. it is an unavoidable fact that all people have been racist before or are currently now racist. yes, that one time in elementary school counts. it all counts and it all matters. if people of color are forced to experience racism on the day to day, i think white people can confront the fact that we are the largest perpetuators of racist ideas.
so what do we do now? well, we aren't too far gone and i know that miseducation is a huge factor in racism. start using the resources at your disposal. you can start reading about it, angela davis is an incredibly accomplished author who has some great things to say. if reading isn't your thing, there are some great youtubers who speak on race-related issues. f.d. signifier's videos on black conservatism opened my eyes. foreign fridays/foreign man in a foreign land has some really great videos. they both analyze modern issues through a lens of intersectionality and critical race theory. please also note that just watching these videos is not activism or anything like that. use what you learn to help. get educated, it's free!
finally, my goal is to help. people get a lot less angry at white people for speaking up on these issues which you can tell by the way that my comment section is void of the usual ridicule and insults that people of color get thrown at them. if what im saying is counterproductive, or if i've said something insensitive, it is your right to critique me and my arguments. i want to do better and constructive criticism lets me know where i need to do better.
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|All the references to History and Mythology in Directive 8020|
*Major Spoilers ahead!*
Common Words & Phrases from AAVE
Gullah & Early AAVE
Gumbo – From Bantu kingombo (okra), brought by enslaved Africans and became the name of the Creole stew thickened with okra.
Goober – From Kikongo nguba, the Bantu word for peanut that entered American English via enslaved Africans.
Yam – From West African languages (e.g., Wolof nyami, "to eat"), brought over during the slave trade and adopted into Southern cuisine.
Banjo – From a Bantu root (mbanza), the instrument was crafted by enslaved Africans based on West African string instruments.
Bogus – Likely from Hausa boko-boko (deceitful, fraudulent), entering American English through African American speech in the 19th century.
Juke (box/joint) – From Gullah juke (rowdy, disorderly), derived from Wolof dzug (to live wickedly), later attached to roadside bars.
Tote (to carry) – From West African languages (e.g., Kikongo tota, "to pick up"), recorded in Gullah before spreading to mainstream English.
Dig (to understand) – From Wolof degg (to understand), popularized by jazz musicians in the 1930s after entering English through AAVE.
Jazz – Possibly from West African or Creole slang for energy/sex, first documented in AAVE in Chicago around 1912.
Okay (OK) – Though its origin is debated, strong evidence traces it to West African languages (e.g., Wolof waw kay) via enslaved Gullah speakers.
Hip/Hep – From Wolof hipi (to open one's eyes, to be aware), entering jazz slang in the early 1900s before going mainstream.
Hepcat – A compound of "hep" + "cat" (jazz slang for a person), literally meaning "one who has his eyes open" in West African-influenced jazz culture.
Jazz, Blues & 1940s–60s Era
Cool (as in fashionable/calm) – Originated in jazz circles, likely from saxophonist Lester Young, and entered mainstream via West African aesthetic concepts of composure.
Cat – A jazz-era term for a skilled musician or cool person, derived from West African-influenced jive talk.
Crib – Jazz slang for a house or apartment, popularized in the 1940s before becoming mainstream in the 1990s.
Hokum – AAVE slang for nonsense or BS, used in blues and jazz before being adopted more widely.
Diss – Short for "disrespect," coined in AAVE and popularized through hip-hop in the 1980s and 1990s.
Bad (meaning good) – From AAVE, where inversion of meaning creates emphasis (something so "bad" it's actually good), used since early jazz era.
Jive – AAVE slang for deceptive talk or a style of jazz dancing, used by Cab Calloway in his 1930s Hepster Dictionary.
1970s–90s (Hip-Hop & Pre-Internet Era)
Homeboy/Homegirl – AAVE for a close friend from one's neighborhood, popularized in hip-hop and later shortened to "homes" in casual speech.
Dope (meaning great) – Shifted from "stupid" in standard English to "excellent" in AAVE during the 1980s hip-hop era.
Props – Short for "proper respects" in AAVE, used in hip-hop to acknowledge skill or achievement before entering mainstream slang.
Word (as in "I agree") – AAVE interjection ("Word!" or "Word is bond") meaning "I'm telling the truth," derived from Nation of Islam teachings.
Phat (meaning cool/great) – AAVE acronym believed to stand for "Pretty Hot And Tempting," though likely an invented backronym; popularized in 90s hip-hop.
The Bomb – AAVE phrase for something excellent or top-quality, widely used in hip-hop lyrics before mainstream adoption.
Def – AAVE slang for "excellent," popularized by Run-DMC's "King of Rock" and 80s hip-hop culture.
Fresh – AAVE for stylish or excellent, used in early hip-hop and 80s pop culture before spreading globally.
Wack – AAVE for "bad, inferior, uncool," popularized in hip-hop and later mainstream youth speech as the opposite of "cool."
Hella – AAVE intensifier meaning "very" or "a lot of," originating in Oakland/Bay Area AAVE in the 1970s-80s.
Cap / No Cap – AAVE meaning "lie" and "no lie," popularized by Bay Area rap in the 2010s, derived from "capping" (exaggerating).
1990s–2000s (Internet Adoption & Ballroom Culture)
Slay – From AAVE and Black ballroom culture (Paris is Burning, 1990), meaning to do something extremely well, now mainstream via social media.
Spill the Tea – From AAVE (originally "spill the T," with "T" meaning truth), popularized by drag culture and Black queer communities.
Shade (as in insult) – From Black ballroom culture (documented in Paris is Burning), meaning a subtle insult, now used broadly in pop culture.
Reading (as in insulting) – From ballroom culture ("reading" someone), meaning to publicly insult with wit, immortalized in Paris is Burning.
Kiki – AAVE from ballroom culture meaning a casual gathering for gossip or chatting, later mainstreamed through pop music (e.g., Kesha).
Fierce – AAVE and ballroom term meaning exceptionally good or intense, applied to fashion, performance, or attitude.
Woke – From AAVE meaning socially and politically aware, first used in 1940s Black activism before resurging with Black Lives Matter.
Shook – AAVE meaning startled or upset, used in 1990s New York hip-hop (e.g., Mobb Deep) before mainstream adoption in the 2010s.
On Fleek – AAVE phrase meaning perfectly executed, coined in a 2014 Vine by Peaches Monroee, one of the last pre-AI viral AAVE innovations.
Finna – From AAVE contraction of "fixing to" (preparing to), documented in Southern AAVE for decades before wider use and dictionary recognition.
Chile – A phonetic spelling of "child" in Southern AAVE, used as a term of endearment or exclamation since at least the 1970s (The Wiz, 1978).
2010s–Present (Social Media & Gen Z Slang Pipeline)
Lit – AAVE meaning exciting or excellent (originally "intoxicated" or "on fire"), popularized in hip-hop before becoming a Gen Z staple.
Bae – AAVE term of endearment meaning "before anyone else" or just a shortened form of "babe/baby," mainstreamed in the 2010s.
Ratchet – AAVE originally meaning a rowdy, aggressive woman (from "wretched"), later used to describe anything wild or out of control.
Turnt – AAVE meaning excited or intoxicated, from "turned up" in hip-hop lyrics, mainstreamed in early 2010s party slang.
Clap Back – AAVE for a sharp, witty comeback or retaliation, popularized in hip-hop (e.g., Ja Rule's 2003 song "Clap Back") before internet slang.
Bussin' – AAVE meaning delicious or excellent, applied to food or anything great, popularized on TikTok in the 2020s.
Sus – AAVE shortening of "suspicious" or "shady," used for decades before Among Us made it a global meme in 2020.
Snatched – AAVE originally describing flawless hair/makeup or a tight waist, now used to praise anything perfectly executed.
Periodt – AAVE emphatic form of "period" (meaning "end of discussion"), with a hard "t" for emphasis, popularized on Black Twitter before global use.
Bonus: My personal favorite AAVE term that I see used online religiously is receipts! AAVE meaning the proof shown to back up an accustation
NOTICE FOR PSYCHOTIC PEOPLES LIKE ME AND THE NEW TOMODACHI LIFE: Please please pretty pretty please be careful while playing Living the Dream, esp if you’re currently unmedicated!!!
The game treats the Miis like they’re real people and makes zero mention ever that they are not, and only ever refers to them and their POV as if they are real and you are their caretaker! While playing this honestly messed with my head pretty badly at times and made me worry a lot on if I was hurting real people/not doing enough for real people while I was playing!
I cannot imagine how much worse this would be for someone who’s unmedicated, non-dormant, or experiencing breakthrough symptoms! Do please be careful and PLEASE remember to have a way to reality check yourself while playing the game!!!
Also: If you’re not psychotic, please reblog this anyway!!! It may not seem like a big deal to you but these kinds of things are REALLY important to know for us psychotic folk in a world that is both hostile and negligent to us and our needs!!!
BEACH MORRIS for tomodachi life day HORRAY...! YIPPE!!
Stranger Things x FNAF: The Missing Children's Incident Pt. 2
Part 1
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(Pt. 3 of the Will Never Found Post Rain Fight AU is coming soon!)
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TW: Graphic Descriptions of Death and Dead bodies, as well as blood and gore. Readers Discretion is advised.
Also, I refer to our killer as Afton/Creel so you can picture him as either William Afton or Henry Creel, as I couldn't decide which would fit better.
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When Lucas failed to show up to their meeting spot the next day, Max and Dustin’s families went into overdrive when it came to protecting them. At this point it was clear their kids were being targeted. Dustin’s mom refused to let him leave the house, not even for school, and Billy insisted mostly the same for Max, only allowing her to go to school on the condition that she go with him every day instead of riding her bike.
Max argued this tooth and nail, saying death would be a better fate than being trapped in a car with Billy two times every single day, and then being trapped in a house with him every single day with no break. But Billy refused. As much as he disliked Max and thought of her as his no good loner sister, that was still his sister, and he wouldn’t let her go out there and get herself killed like the losers she hung out with.
Hopper stationed police guards near both kids houses and the school, rotating shifts so all three locations would be guarded twenty-four seven. Meanwhile, himself and the rest of the police force began doing what they had been when Will first went missing, scouring the town top to bottom for any sign of the missing boys. One missing kid that they couldn’t find any evidence of after a week of searching was one thing. Two of his friends going missing one right after the other a week later? Certainly not a coincidence.
It takes days of arguments and wheedling, but finally Dustin and Max are able to leave the house and join the search, on the condition that they are with Hopper, who agrees, knowing that being trapped in the house was likely killing the kids. He brings them out with him to ‘search areas’ while he talks to locals and hangs up missing posters with the three boys' information and last scene descriptions on them.
One of the stops they make in the afternoon is at Freddy’s. Max and Dustin are free to search around the outside of the area while Hopper goes in to talk to the owner about putting up missing posters on some of the bulletins in the restaurant.
Max and Dustin, particularly Max, were a bit disgruntled by this. They’d spent the whole day just looking around outside of places on some list the cops put together rather than the places they thought best to look. They weren’t even allowed to go inside and scope these places out. It felt like there was so much more they could be doing, more productive things to find their friends.
That is, until Max freezes near the back of the restaurant, not believing her eyes as she calls for Dustin, who comes running. He goes still next to her when he sees what she’s looking at.
Lucas’s bike. Right in the shrubbery where he had left it that fateful night.
After a moment, Max and Dustin shared a look before bolting back to the front of Freddy’s. They waited patiently for Hopper to return from putting up posters, ambushing him the second he came out the front doors and dragging him to where they found the bike.
Hopper immediately takes it for evidence, the trio making fast headway for the police station. Once they get confirmation from the Sinclair’s that it is in fact Lucas’s bike, Hopper makes plans to head for Freddy’s again the next day to once more question their owner. Dustin and Max beg to come with, but Hopper absolutely forbids it.
So instead, Dustin and Max make plans to go there themselves. Dustin would sneak out of his house during the day, biking to Max’s to grab her bike before biking to the school. Max would ask to go to the bathroom at the end of the day, instead sneaking out of the school to meet with Dustin. From there, the two bike all the way to Freddy’s. They make their way through the restaurant and all the way to the back, barging into the office where the police are interrogating Afton/Creel.
Max manages to barge in so suddenly that she’s able to get directly into Afton/Creel’s face before the officers are able to force both her and Dustin back out. Hopper is furious with them, lecturing them about how stupid and dangerous that was, and how that could now interfere with their investigation. Neither kid cares. They’re both so angry and distraught over the consecutive loss of their three best friends that at this point they just want answers. They want to know what happened and they want whoever did it to pay.
Upon arriving home, Max is immediately met by an absolutely furious Billy, and the two get into a screaming match that leads to Max retreating to her room, slamming the door so hard the whole house shakes. And the dam just breaks. She just sobs. She misses her friends. She misses Lucas, and Will, and god even Mike. She knew Freddy’s was tied to their disappearance. There was no way it couldn’t be. Too many things fell into place when that was used as the connecting thread. She just needed something concrete to prove it.
And that’s when the idea hit her, her head suddenly snapping up from where it was buried in her pillow. Proof. If she could go to Freddy’s and find something, anything, that connected it concretely to her friends disappearances, maybe then Hopper could do something. Open a real investigation into not only the pizzeria, but into Afton/Creel. She was certain he had something to do with this.
So that’s exactly what she did. Sneaking out of her house was a breeze. Her mom never paid attention, and once Billy was asleep, sneaking past him was child’s play. She biked the short distance to Freddy’s in an angry daze, practically throwing her bike in her haste to jump off of it. After a moment of scoping out the building, she finds a large rock near the alleyway and chucks it as hard as she can at one of the windows, shattering it instantly.
(Hey, look, a realistic way for a twelve year old to break into a building, who knew?)
The sound of breaking glass startles the three young ghosts that were huddled around the main stage. Lucas and Mike were now much more settled into their ghostly forms than they had been when they’d been killed. And while the actual suit Will possessed wasn’t anywhere near the main stage, Will practically lived there now that that’s where Mike and Lucas were. He couldn’t leave the building, and so far it seemed that neither could Mike or Lucas, but they seemed to have free reign otherwise.
The trio are incredibly shocked to watch Max climb through the window, and they all feel dread consuming their forms. Any time one of them was there after hours, it had ended the same. A dead kid. A new ghost.
The dread grows when Will confirms Afton/Creel is still in the building. The three always watched his every move, waiting for him to leave. It’s like the atmosphere in the restaurant changed whenever he did. Whenever the kids weren’t being forced to share an enclosed space with their killer. Will had never seen him leave, meaning Max was in extreme danger.
They try to warn her. They yell, and scream, and flail. Lucas even tries to push at her to get her attention, but he just falls through her. They’re ghosts. They can’t do anything.
Or so they thought.
It’s when they actually see Afton/Creel enter the room that all hell breaks loose. Max clearly doesn’t notice him, to invested in whatever it is she’s looking for. The trio’s desperations reaches a high, the three of them doing anything and everything to alert Max, stop Afton/Creel, save their friend, anything.
Which is when Freddy’s arm randomly shoots out, a dim glow lighting up behind his eyes for just a second before fading back to darkness. Max screams at the movement, while all three ghosts turn towards Freddy in alarm. Mike had been right next to the suit that holds his body when the movement occurred.
“D-did I do that?” Mike asks, looking at his shaking transparent hands.
“Do it again!” Lucas calls desperately, running towards the Bonnie suit. While the distraction of Freddy allowed Max to run for just a moment, Afton/Creel had managed to catch her soon enough. He was able to get a hand around her throat, slamming her against the wall between the stage and pirates cove. He’d moved his other hand up to her throat as well, holding her dangling off the ground as he slowly choked her.
Mike and Lucas were now both desperately trying to get their respective animatronics to move to no avail. They’d only been ghosts for a handful of days, not even a full week. They’d barely gotten the basics of being ghosts, and they didn’t even know they could control the animatronics until a few seconds ago. It had been an accident. Mike doesn’t even know how he did it.
Will, meanwhile, is still trying to stop it in his ghostly form. His suit wasn’t here, trapped in a storage room and forgotten. It wasn’t even a proper animatronic, so who knows if he even could do anything if it was here. He was useless to stop his friend getting murdered in front of him, again.
Max’s final words are of angry defiance as she chokes, trying desperately to drag air into her lungs. “I… knew… it…” She gasps out, just for Afton/Creel to tighten his grip on her throat ten fold.
“Don’t waste your breath, little girl.”
Seconds later, and Max’s body goes completely limp, her eyes closing as she falls unconscious. Afton/Creel continues to dangle her body, not releasing his grip until he’s sure that she is good and dead. She drops to the floor unceremoniously as Afton/Creel steps back. He’d already decided the girl would go in Foxy. If she wanted to break his building so much, she’d go in the most warn down animatronic.
Thankfully he didn’t have to clean anything up with her compared to the other nosey brats. Choking her out was the smartest decision he’d made. He got to watch the light drain from the pests' eyes and there was no mess to deal with afterwards.
After he got Max into Foxy, he slowly turned towards the main stage. Bonnie and Chica were still in their rest positions, with Freddy still standing with one arm reached out. He smirked. “Hm. Interesting.” He spoke simply, turning and walking away. “Clever boy.”
The next morning, Dustin immediately sets out to Max’s house in a flurry of panicked motions, not carrying for his mom’s rule of staying in the house anymore than he had the last week. He and Max had been checking in with each other via walkie every morning since they’d been locked down, and Max hadn’t picked up yet. It was immediate cause for concern, and Dustin didn’t wait a second. He was immediately met outside Max’s house by an uneasy looking Billy.
“Hey, freakshow. My baby sis with you?”
“No, dirtbag, she’s not answering her walkie either.”
Dustin’s heart drops, but he refuses to let it stop him. Billy, in his own state of mild panic, immediately beckons Dustin into his car and the two drive straight to the police station, looking for Hopper.
Upon arrival, they are both informed that Hopper is actually already at Freddy’s. Apparently, Afton/Creel had reported a break in and called the police, so Billy and Dustin made their way there next. They hurry in, immediately spotting Afton/Creel talking in the middle of the closed restaurant. They run up to Hopper to tell him they can’t find Max, to which Hopper unfortunately isn’t shocked by. They’d found Max’s bike outside the restaurant.
Afton/Creel actually seems genuinely distressed, explaining to Hopper that he believes someone is trying to frame him and his business for whatever crimes they are committing. That after it had been made public that Will disappeared after being at Freddy’s, the culprit had found a perfect cover story for their murders. That’s why they went so long between Will and Mike’s respective disappearances, and why ever since Mike’s, they seem to be happening consistently. He claims whoever did it purposefully planted Lucas’s bike behind his building, and that they purposefully left Max’s bike outside and purposefully broke his window. All to make him look more suspicious.
He says that Hopper and the police, as well as Dustin and his family and friends, are free to search the place top to bottom, and that he’ll even help them. He wants this guy found just as much as they do. He’s causing himself and his employees endless amounts of stress, and hurting so many innocent families.
Hopper agrees, and even allows Dustin to stay and help just as Afton/Creel offered. Billy, in an uncharacteristic display, offers to go get the other older kids (Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, Robin, and Eddie) to help out as well.
(I imagine in this AU Steve and Robin have been friends since, like, middle school, and that Eddie meets Dustin a little earlier. These are literally just changes made so that Robin and Eddie can know the kids before they all die/disappear.)
They spend the entire day searching Freddy’s top to bottom, and despite the combined efforts of the police force, Afton/Creel, Dustin, and the gaggle of older siblings, they come up empty by the time the sun is setting. It’s then that Afton/Creel sees an opportunity and he absolutely can’t pass it up. He grabs Dustin’s attention, noticing that there is no one else around, and offers the opportunity to search the place again tomorrow before they open for business. He tells Dustin to show up at sunrise, that way they have the most time to search before they open.
Dustin agrees without much thought. Any chance to find anything out about his missing friends, he’ll take. He’s desperate, and not thinking straight. He just wants his friends back. Wants things to go back to normal. Back when they were all having fun at Freddy’s as a group, not going missing.
And so, the next morning, Dustin creeps out of his house, exhausted. It’s much earlier than he’d normally wake up. The sun wasn’t even fully peaking out from the horizon yet as he made his way back to the restaurant. He pulls up, seeing Afton/Creel’s car already there. He gets off his bike, and watches as Afton/Creel gets out of his car. He thanks the man for doing this, expressing his hopes for finding something to help them figure out who’s taken his friends.
Which is when Afton/Creel pulls out a knife and stabs Dustin good and deep in the side. He extracts it quick, watching as Dustin’s eyes widen in clear betrayal as he falls to the ground clutching his side. Afton/Creel just smiles, cleaning off his knife and walking over to Dustin’s bike. He quickly pops the trunk of his car, taking the bike with him like he had with Mike and Will’s. He didn't want to leave behind too much evidence. That would be a little too incriminating.
Once his bike is dealt with, Afton/Creel walks back over to Dustin, who is still alive but rapidly bleeding out, leaving a stain on the ground where he laid. It was all part of his plan. He didn’t want to chance one of the animatronic acting up again like they did the last time he killed one of these brats, so killing Dustin outside was the most logical action. Upon realizing this, he thought it genius to leave a bloodstain behind to continue to spin his framing story. Obviously whoever was trying to frame him purposefully left more incriminating evidence this time in order to get more suspicion on him.
However, he did need Dustin to die faster. The rest of the town would surely be waking up soon, and he needed to get Dustin’s body inside and in the remaining animatronic. It was almost poetic. Five pesky brats for his five animatronics. It was like the universe had made them just for him, had sent him these kids as a gift to satisfy his urges.
Afton/Creel shook out his thoughts and crouched over Dustin and began laying in punch after punch. Some to his face, some to his body, didn’t really matter. He did focus some on his mid-section to force more blood out. He didn’t want to make any more large wounds. He’d already had to clean up the stab wound so he wouldn’t leave a trail of blood when dragging the kid into the pizzeria, he didn’t need more gaping wounds to clean up.
Beating the kid to death would have to do.
Once he was sure Dustin was dead, he quickly patched up his wound to stop the bleeding, leaving behind the pile of blood on the ground. He then quickly carried Dustin’s body into the pizzeria where Chica was waiting for him.
The ghosts' heads whipped up immediately at the front door unlocking and opening. This was much earlier than Afton/Creel was usually here. Will and Mike were usually the only ones awake at this time, but since Max had crossed over, Lucas had insisted on staying awake with her while her spirit adjusted. They didn’t need to sleep as ghosts, but Lucas usually still did out of habit. Will and Mike had both tried at first, but they both just got woken up to horrific nightmares, so they deemed it pointless. Who knew ghosts could still dream?
It worked better for them in the long run. They’d both rather be with each other anyways. Kept them more calm given the circumstances of their respective deaths and crossovers. Mike didn’t want to undermine his own friends' deaths or traumas with the situation, but he had been the only one to actually see a dead decaying body. Will’s dead decaying body. The others had only seen them fresh, and as ghosts. It wasn’t the same. Despite already being dead, sometimes Mike just needed that reminder that he wasn’t alone. That Will was here with him.
Max was the only one who had a visceral reaction to seeing Dustin’s body, screaming and crying like a banshee. Like the others when they first crossed over, she was still incredibly discombobulated, mind not fully settled or there, and emotions all over the place. The others were just… numb at this point. They hated it, but it was the truth. The four of them were already here. None of them were shocked that Dustin was joining them.
Lucas turned away from the sight as Afton/Creel began loading Dustin’s corpse into Chica, eyes squeezed tight and lip trembling. Will just looked down at the ground, sitting on the edge of the stage curled in a ball, fiddling with his fingers as he held back tears of his own. Mike was the opposite, unable to tear his wide-eyed stare away from what was happening on the stage. Though one look into his eyes showed he wasn’t actually there. He was a thousand miles away.
In a few hours, Afton/Creel would show up to work as normal with a handful of his employees, immediately calling the police department to report the bloodstain. Hopper would come running, and Afton/Creel would spin it exactly as he planned, playing the distraught framed business man to a tee. Hopper would invoke a new strategy, asking for four volunteers from the department to work rotating shifts guarding the pizzeria. The teams of two would switch every two days, one person from each team watching the pizzeria for a twelve hour day shift and one for a twelve hour night shift. This would ensure twenty-four hour surveillance of the business, so whoever was using the place as a cover would get caught if they tried anything again.
Truthfully, Hopper doesn’t fully believe Afton/Creel is innocent. The bloodstain makes the whole thing more suspicious, but there isn't enough evidence to prove Afton/Creel is lying, or that he's responsible. There is nothing concrete tying him to the murders, just his place of business. So ultimately, Afton/Creel walks free.
No more disappearances or murders occur after the final disappearance of Dustin Henderson, and the disappearances of William Byers, Michael Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine Mayfield, and Dustin Henderson become infamously known as The Missing Children’s Incident.
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WOW this whole thing (both parts) was so much longer than I thought XD. Hope y'all like reading. Sorry for any typos, I just finished writing this and it is in fact 4am. Whoops. I hope people enjoy this little AU as much as I do :)
I highly recommend watching this testimony from Aliya Rahman, the disabled woman who was dragged out of her car and kidnapped by ICE on her way to a doctor appointment in Minneapolis a few weeks ago.
Truly my worst nightmare.
Transcript of Aliya Rahman's speech:
Thank you members, for taking the time to be here today, and thank you staff for making this happen.
My name is Aliya Rahman, and I am a resident of South Minneapolis. I am a Bangladeshi American born in Northern Wisconsin. And I’m a disabled person with autism and a traumatic brain injury.
Not all autistic brains do this, but mine fixates on sounds, numbers, and patterns. And while what the world saw happen to me exactly three weeks ago today on video was a terrible violation it is still nothing compared to the horrific practices I saw inside the Whipple center.
So I am here today with a duty to the people who have not had the privilege of coming home, and I offer this data because these practices must end now.
On January 13th on the way to my 39th appointment at Hennepin County’s traumatic brain injury center, I encountered a traffic jam caused by ICE vehicles and no signs indicating how to get around it. I had not wanted to pull in to a blocked, chaotic intersection, but verbally agreed to do so and rolled down my window after an agent yelled, “Move! I will break your f-ing window!”
His first instruction.
Agents on all sides of my vehicle yelled conflicting threats and instructions that I could not process while watching for pedestrians.
Then, the glass of the passenger side window flew across my face.
I yelled, “I’m disabled!” at the hands grabbing at me and an agent said, “Too late.”
I felt immersed in a pattern, and I thought of Jenoah Donald, an autistic black man killed by the police during a traffic stop in 2021.
I remembered mister Silverio Villegas González, who was killed by ICE in his vehicle last year.
An agent pulled a large combat knife in front of my face, which I thought was for cutting me, and later learned was used to cut off my seat belt. Shooting pain went through my head, neck, and wrists when I hit the ground face first and people leaned on my back.
I felt the pattern, and I thought of mister George Floyd, who was killed four blocks away.
I was carried face down through the street by my cuffed arms and legs while yelling that I had a brain injury and was disabled. I now cannot lift my arms normally.
I was never asked for ID.
Never told I was under arrest.
Never read my rights.
And never charged with a crime.
Approaching the Whipple center, I saw black and brown bodies shackled together, chained together, being marched by yelling agents outdoors. I continued to hear the word “bodies”, because that is how agents referred to us:
“We’re bringing in a body.”
“They’re bringing in bodies 7, 8 at a time, where do I put ‘em?”
“We can’t use that room, there’s already a body in there.”
You have no reason to believe you will make it out alive if you’re already being called a body.
Agents repeatedly had to stop and ask how to do tasks. I received no medical screening, phone call, or access to a lawyer. I was denied a communication navigator when my speech began to slur. Agents laughed as I tried to immobilize my own neck. I asked for my cane and was told no, pulled up by my arms and prodded forward in leg irons by agents laughing and saying, “Walk! You can do it, walk.”
Agents did not know if the facility had a wheelchair.
When I was finally placed in one to be taken to interrogation an agent taunted, “You were driving, right? So your legs do work.”
I pleaded for emergency medical care for over an hour after my vision had become blurry, my heart rate went through the roof, and the pain in my neck and head became unbearable.
It was denied.
When I became unable to speak my cellmate pleaded for me.
The last sounds I remember before I blacked out on the cell floor were my cellmate banging on the door, pleading for a medic, and a voice outside saying, “We don’t wanna step on ICE’s toes.”
When I opened my eyes at Hennepin County’s emergency room, I learned I was brought there to be treated for assault.
The impacts of DHS detention on my physical, mental and financial well-being and safety have been very severe, but I do not deserve more humane treatment than anyone else, US citizen or not. And I am here today with a strong spirit and a duty to the many people who haven’t had the privilege to tell their stories or see their loved ones come home. I am extremely distressed by the pattern that violence from law enforcement has been happening to black and indigenous communities for centuries, and to DHS survivors for over 20 years.
We call ourselves a civilized nation, but we lack rules and accountability around what a person claiming to be law enforcement is permitted to do to another human being.
I am not afraid, and I’m not afraid to keep working on this problem even after ICE is gone. Thank you for your time.
According to the file name of this image, these 2 sims actually have names. Meg and Orlando. The files' name is "The_Sims_2_Meg_and_Orlando.jpg".
bobby's kids
So. Gotch bros (and Longspot).
Apparently from eldest to youngest
Samwell
Blanewell
Roywell
Hatwell
Wealwell
Johnwell
Maxwell
What do we actually know about them?
I am not a number in the news, nor a fleeting scene on your screens… I am a human being trapped, hungry, thirsty, living every day between fear, bombing, and death.
The world around us is silent, as if the blood being shed in Gaza is not human blood. The sky above our heads has turned into a ceiling of fire and smoke, and the ground beneath our feet knows nothing but the smell of ashes.
We are not just a news story forgotten after an hour… we are faces, names, and dreams. We are children waiting for a piece of bread, and mothers waiting for their children to return from under the rubble.
We are souls crying for help: do not let us be buried in your silence, for silence in the time of extermination is a crime.
If my words have reached you, know that I am still alive… but by the time you read my message tomorrow, I might be gone.
In Gaza, every minute could be the last, and every child without food or water might never wake up again.
We are not asking for the impossible only that you reach out your hands before our souls fade away.
Your delay means our death… but your quick response could save a life.
Donate, share, spread our voice… because these words might be my last knock on the door of your conscience.
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A slight re-interpretation of the Curious family tree.
This Zine is mainly my headcanons about Sixam and the Sims aliens. I HC that all of them have psychic abilities, but some honed their skills more than others.
If anyone has headcanons to share, please add them in the comments because I love talking about the Sims aliens.
In addition to all of this, I also headcanon that the Sixam language sounds like this
Hey here's some free Sims games. Don't pay for digital media in this economy.
Sims 1
Sims 2
Sims 3
Sims 4
Sims Medieval
Here is also all non-PC sims games. As well as links to a variety of emulators:
PS2
PS3
XBOX
XBOX 360
PSP
DS
Wii
GameCube
Game Boy Advance/Other emulator
EDIT (2/11/25) I completely forgot that Vimm's Lair got a lot of games nuked recently, here is a link to the 🏴☠️ games megathread.
REBLOG THIS VERSION ALL LINKS WORK 👹👹👹👹
AND REMEMBER TO USE A VPN