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The Sims helped me—and countless other queer players—see ourselves. The new owners could erase that legacy.

Article on how EA is destroying The Sim's Queer Legacy, by Laura Kate Dale.

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The heat of the lava was near suffocating at that point. What began as an almost pleasant warmth became an unbearable burning on her skin as she stayed knelt in that underground chamber. She finally began to get up, feeling the protest in her bones after kneeling for so long, as if her very being wanted to sink into the ground instead of rising up. Nonetheless, she arose, opening her eyes for the first time in what seems like ages. That... beast never returned, and everyone else left with Color’s body.

Niz emerged into to the new library, silently noting that someone had already began cleaning the library. Ignoring the tons of new information on the shelves, she hunted for a blank book. Sitting down at the center table, she pulled out some ink and a quill from her bag.

She stared at the fist page for a bit, not even knowing how to begin. “Dear Neth---” she began, before pausing and tearing out the page. Again, she began. “Dear,” she wrote, and paused. Who else is there? “Dear Galaxy,” she attempted, before scowling and crumpling the paper. Another page.

Who else is there? What else is there? What kind of a prayer is for what’s left? Her quill stayed upon the page, searching for anyone else to write to. “Dear Death,” she found herself writing, and suddenly her hand was shaking and the book was sprawled across the room and her chair was lying sideways on the ground and now she was on the ground, kneeling, because the act of holding back her tears took way too much control and how dare she, of all people, feel the need to mourn those she wanted to die because they deserved it? Right? She had explicitly wished death upon them and they died and so why does she now feel wetness on her face despite her best attempts to suppress it and why can she hear someone screaming, someone who sounds just like her and why isn’t there anyone there at all? Nothing is there to hear her scream, no one is there to reach out and help, the only thing we have-- is Death. Death, and Answers--

She quiets down, silent sobs still wracking her body as she walks over to her book. Again, she picked up her quill, refreshed the ink, and began. “To Color and Zoel,” her hand sloppily pens, tears still streaking down her face.

“My most profound apologies...”

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The Slate by GlitterCake20 @glitter-cake20

... He knows now who he is dealing with and his body quivers. You hear stories and you see pictures but no one ever comes close. No living being, anyway...

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”The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, and sure there was magic in this world.”