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gertlushgaming · 2 months

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Llamasoft: The Jeff Minter Story Review (PlayStation 5)

Llamasoft: The Jeff Minter Story Review, 42 of the weirdest, trippiest, sheepiest games ever created. Enter the mind of Jeff Minter, the legendary creator of Attack of the Mutant Camels, Gridrunner, and Tempest 2000, in this interactive documentary from Digital Eclipse.

Llamasoft: The Jeff Minter Story Review Pros:

- Graphics are from every generation. - 3.97GB download size. - Platinum trophy. - You get the PlayStation 4 and the PlayStation 5 versions of the game. - Interactive documentary gameplay. - You work your way along the timeline of events. - Videos can be fast-forwarded, rewound, and paused. - Subtitles can be turned on and off with a button press. - High-quality video. - Simple controls. - You can turn menu music on and off. - Clear crisp and clean menu system that is just so good to look at. - An excellent time capsule. - If you have played the Atari 50 The Anniversary Celebration you get that again but for the one game. - Thumbnails for the games show the original box art and original scans of the floppy discs. - There are four chapters to the documentary and each has a completion percentage. - Original scans of paperwork, notes, concept art, letters, and more. - All images can be zoomed in and out and pan around. - Attack the documentary in any order you like. - Such high production value. - Full games list - - Sinclair ZX81 - 3D3D - Centipede Commodore VIC-20 - Abductor - Andes Attack - Deflex V - Gridrunner - Hellgate - Laser Zone - Matrix: Gridrunner 2 - Metagalactic Llamas Battle at the Edge of Time - Ratman Commodore 64 - Ancipital - Attack of the Mutant Camels - Batalyx - Gridrunner - Hellgate - Hover Bovver - Iridis Alpha - Laser Zone - Mama Llama - Matrix: Gridrunner 2 - Metagalactic Llamas Battle at the Edge of Time - Psychedelia - Revenge of the Mutant Camels - Revenge of the Mutant Camels II - Rox 64 - Sheep In Space - Voidrunner Sinclair Spectrum - City Bomb - Headbangers Heaven - Rox III - Superdeflex Atari 8-bit - Attack of the Mutant Camels - Colourspace - Gridrunner - Hover Bovver - Turboflex Konix Multi-System - Attack of the Mutant Camels '89 Atari ST - Llamatron: 2112 - Revenge of the Mutant Camels - Super Gridrunner Atari Jaguar - Tempest 2000 Reimagined - Gridrunner Remastered - A real joy to experience. - It's such a fun amazing insightful trip into the mind of one of Britain's most popular and famous Developers. - You get a glimpse into how the British gaming scene was in the early days like events and the art of selling. - Play all original and concept games. - High-scan images of the cassettes and box art with all of them in 3D. - Each timeline has an explored percentage and makes a noise to say you've done it. - Handy just play the games option. - 43 games to play including the different versions of the same game. - You can launch games from the timeline. - An excellent mix of games and mini-documentaries laceEvery game has a fast save/load feature. - Each game has a screen mode, filter, and border settings. - Stick settings can be adjusted – Invert the axis and sensitivity sliders. - You can reset games. - All games can be quit and returned to the main menu. - This shows again why Digital Eclipse is the team to deliver these exceptional museum pieces. - You get to see how devs used to show off and introduce their games to the public. - Full history of the Llama obsession? - Shows how the game used to be whacky, fun, a bit out there and dare I say experimental. - Gameography shows each game in a list. Llamasoft: The Jeff Minter Story Review Cons: - No cheats or adjustments are built into any of the games. - Doesn’t have any online leaderboards. - Uninspiring trophy list with nearly half of them being for one game. - The background music is not great. - Timelines in this one seem a bit more subdued with a lot of images and only a few videos per chapter. - Doesn't include the newer games like PSVR games and Atari branded games. (more an FYI) - Needs a physical release. Related Post: Tomb Raider I-III Remastered Starring Lara Croft Review (PlayStation 5) Llamasoft: The Jeff Minter Story: Official website. Developer: Digital Eclipse Publisher: Digital Eclipse Store Links - PlayStation Read the full article

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billloguidice · 4 months

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THE400 Mini Complete Game List - All 25 Games!

THE400 Mini Complete Game List - All 25 Games! #the400 #the400mini #atari #atari8bit #gamelist

Thanks to this AtariAge thread, we now have the complete list of 25 games found on the THE400 Mini, which is just $199.99 on Amazon. Here’s the list of 25 games with links to screenshots: Airball Asteroids Basketball Battlezone Berzerk Boulder Dash Bristles Capture the Flag Centipede Crystal Castles Elektraglide Encounter! Flip and Flop Henry’s House Hover Bovver Lee (aka, Bruce…

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waywardrose13 · 5 years

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Jensen x reader for number 30?

Eternal Flame

Prompt #30: “I was never yours to lose.”

Warnings: Angst, breakup, mentions of divorce, age-gap, implications of depression, kinda cheating but... you’ll see

Word Count: 954

A/N- Sorry these drabbles are taking so long. Life has been hella busy.

His fist hovered over the wood.

All he had to do was knock. Once, twice, thrice. She’d open the door and let him inside, they’d sit down, and he’d tell her. She would understand and give him a hug goodbye, and he would move on. That’s how it would go.

In a perfect world, that is.

He thought he loved her. He truly thought, what he felt, was love. But he was simply blinded by the light.

He had lost something, something that left him shrouded in darkness. A darkness so opaque, he never thought he would get out. Until her. She was his light. She gripped his hand and led him through the darkness until he no longer stumbled and could stand on his own two feet. He never realized he was looking for the thing he lost until he found it. And she helped lead him right to it.

He used her. He hadn’t realized it until late, but he did. He used so much of her light, relied on it so much, that she was nearly burnt out.

“Jensen?”

He froze. Her voice was soft and melodic, like a bell on a clear Sunday morning. Sheer fear trickled down his spine in icy waves, and he slowly lowered his fist as he turned towards her, green eyes meeting confused E/C.

“What are you doing here?”

His mouth went dry. Her smile was blinding as it stretched over her face, and she lightly jogged up the steps to cup his cheek and press her lips to his. He stiffened, not reciprocating, but not pushing away either.

Her brows furrowed as she pulled back. “What’s wrong?”

“Y/N… can we talk? Inside?” He asked quietly. She bit her lip and nodded, fishing for her keys in her bag to unlock the door.

Once inside, he made his way into her living room and to the window, chest full of nerves as he looked out over the creek running through the trees. He always loved her house, how it was nestled in the woods away from other people. He smiled fondly as he remembered the times they would lay in the warm summer grass staring up at the sky, stargazing and making love to the sounds of nature’s music. His smile flickered as he realized those were just memories now.

He heard her step onto the rug, and he turned his head slightly towards her.

“What’s going on, J?” She asked.

“I have something to tell you,” he responded, turning then. He met her eyes, and took a breath to steady himself. She looked so worried, and he gazed at her for a moment. Sure, she was younger than him, a fraction over a decade between the two. But their age difference never but a damper in their relationship. In fact, it made it stronger. He simply looked at her, embracing her beauty for a moment before having to crumple the guise.

“What is it?” She pressed, stepping closer. “You’re worrying me.”

“Danneel and I are getting back together.”

There. He said it. Just like that. It was quick, like a blink, over in a snap, and left a pregnant pause looming in the air that pressed on their shoulders.

She finally broke the silence with a choked, “What?”

“We have been talking,” Jensen began. “And we’ve decided to try again.”

“I… the divorce is final. The papers are signed and-”

“I lied,” Jensen cut in. Her mouth shut quickly, eyes wide.

“What?” She repeated.

“I lied. They aren’t signed,” he said. “Look, I know this is hard…”

“Oh god,” Y/N whispered, hand on her stomach as she looked away. She looked faint, skin paling. “Oh god.”

“Y/N, I know it will be hard to understand,” Jensen said slowly. Y/N ran a hand furiously through her hair.

“Oh God! You’re still married, I...”

“The divorce took longer than most because we both were second guessing it,” Jensen said. “With the kids and everything, we had been talking for a while…”

“A while,” Y/N echoed.

“And we just… decided to get back together. You need to understand, I never thought of you as a rebound, or-or a fling, but I realized that I never…” He took a deep breath, looking away from Y/N’s tear stained face. “I never loved you like you thought I did. Like I thought I did.”

She made a choked sound and sat on the arm of the couch, bracing herself. She bit her finger to stiffle the cries, trying her damndest to hold it in until he left.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jensen whispered. He moved in front of her, hand cupping her jaw to tilt her head up. Her eyes were so pleading, so broken, and his heart cracked in his chest. He knew her past, how dark it was, why her head had darkened over the years, how her previous relationships had been, yet she kept her light. He knew she would be strong enough for this, too. He bent down to press his lips to her forehead, resting there for a moment.

“Jensen, please,” she urged. “Please don’t leave me. I love you, more than I ever loved anyone in my whole life. I’ve-I’ve been vulnerable with you and I finally opened up to you after not allowing myself to for so long. Please, I can’t lose you.”

He hesitated, thumb brushing over her cheek. “I was never yours to lose.”

He straightened up, caressing her jaw one last time, before blinking rapidly to hold back tears and swiftly turning away from her, walking out of the front door, leaving her light gently smoking as he carried the memories with him.

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legendary-destiel · 5 years

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Heartstrings

This is a poem, inspired by many things. It begins somehow with Cockles, blurs to Destiel and ends up in sadness about saying goodbye to SPN.... I don't know how I should describe it otherwise. I began to write after these Cockles-gifs from SDCC 2019 showed up on my dash. ;)

Dedicated to the SPN Fam. 💕 ___________________

Heartstrings - AO3

Damn, you mentally force me to my knees Everytime you dare to look at me And I accidentally look back into your eyes While you nail me hard against the wall All the world can see

I’m not ready for this farewell But honestly I’ll never be What if this is our last possibility To give in to our feelings

In the chaos of my bleeding out emotions Your presence pushes me to the limit And I can’t control the reactions of my body Trying hard to stand upright All the world can see it

I’m drowning in a sea of lost desires That never ending yearning For you, knocking on my door again One last time, giving in to our feelings

Your body, pining for me It’s like a primeval instinct And without ever knowing why I don’t care who’s watching us

In the mists of my illuminated mind Hovering between the clouds There’s always a vision of your soul And how it reaches out to mine

I picture us together Underneath the stars That lake in the moonlight As you laid your hand on mine Leaning in to kiss me

Do you remember As the universe vanished suddenly Sparkling dots only seen inside our eyes Endlessly caressing every part of us Inside out, covetously

Damn, I remember everything How you looked like on that night Tempting, red kissed, swollen lips A mess of concentrated passion

Entirely surrendered to me You laid your existence in my hands And I never will recover From the burning marks you left Here on my precious heart field How you ripped the strings apart Which held the last pieces of my sanity together

That hold you have on me Erratic like the elements These moments come and go like waves Steadily elapsing, like sand between our fingers

So if we shall take a leave now Once and for all I’m convinced the light you gave remains forever Shining endlessly, even after every death So I never feel that lonely

Because behind the pitch black night Our stories are carved in every star So the universe will not forget The essence of your soul Colliding with my heartstrings As we flew on black and golden wings

Eternally together.

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Thank you for reading this guys! Well, I hope you liked my little – quite sad – piece of trashy poetry… I love you guys!

PS: If you read my ficlet “Southern Heatwaves” you’ll know what I mean with the “knocking on the door”. ;)

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insidetgame · 5 years

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Ritorna THE C64

Un classico senza tempo, il THEC64, è pronto a tornare a grandezza naturale! Sviluppato da Retro Games Ltd. e distribuito da Koch Media, THEC64 è una rivisitazione completamente autorizzata dell’home computer più venduto degli anni ’80. Dopo il suo lancio nel 1982, il C64 ha dominato la scena degli home computer per tutti gli anni ’80. Milioni di unità sono state vendute in tutto il mondo e…

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#C64 #Hover Bovver #Iridis Alpha e Gridrunner #THEC64 #ttack of the Mutant Camels

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retrocgads · 1 year

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UK 1985

#UK1985 #LLAMASOFT #ACTION #MULTIMEDIA #C64 #BBC #COLOURSPACE #ATTACK OF THE MUTANT CAMELS #MATRIX #LAZER ZONE #HOVER BOVVER #REVENGE OF THE MUTANT CAMELS #SHEEP IN SPACE #METAGALACTIC LLAMAS BATTLE AT THE EDGE OF TIME #ANCIPITAL #YAK'S PROGRESS

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georgialouisea · 6 years

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The One - Part 5

Characters - Derek x Reader, Ex Dean X Reader, Sam Word Count - 1635. Warnings - Angst, medical situations, sad Dean. Summary - One phone call is all it took for Dean’s life to come crashing down. He thought he was over her? Think again. A/N - I’m so glad you’re all enjoying this series x

Part 4 - Masterlist

The sunlight streamed into the room as it reached Dean’s back it began to wake him. He remembered where he was when his eyes flew open, you lay next to him, still in the same position, you fell asleep in last night.

“Y/N?” Dean questioned leaning up on his elbows to look at you. A small moan left your lips as you took a deep breath. “How are you feeling?”

Opening your mouth to speak nothing left but a sigh.

“I’ll take that as a not great” Dean rested the back of his hand on your forehead feeling your temperature.

“I’m going to go and find Derek.” Dean threw the covers off himself and made his way through the house, taking in its size in the sunlight.

Dean padded down the halls, his bare feet hitting the wooden floors was the only sound in the massive house, Dean tried downstairs first finding the whole place empty.

“Derek?” Dean called out to the silent house. When no reply came he searched upstairs, knocking on the first door he came to, Sam opened the door.

“Morning.” Sam rubbed his eyes.

“Hey, do you know where Derek is?” Dean asked his brother.

“Well, probably with Y/N?” Sam asked confused.

“Erm…no…he’s not.”

“What?” Sam’s face dropped.

“Well she asked me to stay a while last night, I fell asleep.”

Sam dragged Dean into the room before shutting the door. “What the hell are you doing?” Sam growled.

“I didn’t mean to, I was looking after her, she’s sick.”

“For God sake Dean, she’s engaged.”

“I’m not getting into this right now, where’s Derek?”

“I think he’s in one of the rooms next door, I assumed it was you but…”

“Shut up.” Dean rolled his eyes with a huff, Dean left the room shutting it behind him 3 doors later he found Derek.

Derek opened the door looking at Dean through sleep hazed eyes.

“Hi, erm, Y/N’s awake.”

“Thank you.” Derek yawned.

“I’m really sorry about last night and falling asleep in the same bed as her.” Dean apologised avoiding eye contact with Derek.

“It’s okay, you were looking after her.” Derek stretched as he walked past Dean. “I’ll check on her.”

Dean lingered in the doorway of their room as he watched you both. You hadn’t moved since Dean left you in your half asleep pain induced state, Derek perched on the bed as he checked over his fiancé. Dean knew, even from this distance you were in serious pain.

You tried to listen to Derek but you couldn’t the pain you were in was becoming too much, your focus was on the pain.

“I really think you should come back with me,” Derek begged you, shaking your head you focused on him his green eyes looking down at you.

“You’re so stubborn, I’ll get your meds, hopefully, they’ll make you feel better, if not we’re going back to the hospital to Miranda.” Derek walked to the side table and returned to you, giving you the tablets and fixing the blankets around you, he didn’t move until you’d swallowed them.

“Dean? Can you do me a favour?” Derek asked not taking his eyes off you.

“Sure?”

“Can you watch her? I need to shower I didn’t get a chance to last night”

“Yeah, sure.” Dean’s gaze returned to you. “What time are you due at work?”

Derek glanced down at his watch. “Well 50 minutes ago, but they’ve given me the day off.”

“Sure I’ll watch her, anything I should look out for medically?”

“Just what you’ve been monitoring all night.”

Derek left you and Dean alone as Dean resumed the position in bed next to you, his hand covered yours, his thumb running across the back of your hand.

“How is she?” Sam asked as he sat at the foot of the bed.

“She’s in pain and trying to hide it, Derek is showering,” Dean whispered.

“Want a coffee?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be downstairs,” Sam sighed, looking at his brother as he gave an almost warning glance to Dean.

Derek returned to his room where you lay half asleep next to Dean, “Thanks for that.”

“It’s fine.”

“Derek?” Your voice cracked as you sat up slightly looking at him.

“Hey beautiful, how are you feeling?”

“Like shit, why aren’t you at work?” You asked through half-shut eyes, in whatever time since you’d taken the painkillers you felt so much better.

“They gave me the day off, so I’m all yours.” Derek smiled at you.

“Ain’t I a lucky girl, can someone help me to the bathroom?” You sighed.

“Sure,” Derek spoke as he helped you up from the bed.

Dean took the opportunity to leave you both alone.

“There’s your coffee.” Sam pointed to the coffee on the counter.

“This looks fancy.” Dean raised his eyebrows at the coffee before him which looked as though it was straight from a coffee shop.

“Well Y/N and Derek have a fancy coffee machine.” Sam shrugged. “We need to talk about you and her, I know this must be hard for you.”

“Sam stop, yes I loved her, she left, it was my fault.” Dean stopped himself. “I’m going to shower.” He added before disappearing upstairs.

“Derek do you think you could help me downstairs? I have loads of TV to catch up on plus it gives me a chance to catch up with Sam and Dean.”

“Sure, I’ll get downstairs set up.”

Derek and Sam took 20 minutes to set up a sofa bed for you, complete with blankets and pillows and a table close by for necessities. Sam carried you effortlessly downstairs and settled you on the makeshift bed.

Dean returned downstairs to see you surrounded by blankets.

“Well, you look comfy.” He smiled at you as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

“I am.”

“How are you feeling?”

“A little better.” You smiled as you lied looking up at him.

“So what do you guys want to watch?” You asked the 3 men who sat on the sofas surrounding you.

“Anything” Sam shrugged as he relaxed into the sofa.

“You may regret saying that.” Derek smiled at you as he winked.

“You never know, say yes to the dress may be Sammy’s guilty pleasure.” You gave your eyebrows a wiggle at Sam.

“You haven’t changed.” Sam laughed as he glanced at Dean. Dean’s eyes were firmly on you, a smile playing on his lips. Sam sipped on his coffee as he realised Dean still loved you.

40 minutes into a new Netflix season none of you had seen, Derek’s phone began to buzz from the counter in the kitchen. Derek walked to his phone before returning within seconds.

“I’ve been paged 911. I need to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can be.” As he leant down over kissing you.

“It’s okay, you go and help.” You smiled up at him. “It’s a beautiful day to save lives.”

“God I love you.” Derek kissed you again, possibly too passionately for a living room with your ex and his brother.

“Go, I’ll see you later, Sam and Dean can look after me.” You half asked half stated.

“I’ll be back when I can.”

“Don’t rush it’ll be nice to catch up with these two.” You gestured towards Sam and Dean who were lounging on a sofa each.

All three of them seemed to wait until Derek left to speak.

“It’s a beautiful day to save lives?” Dean asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Derek says it before any cut he makes on a patient, it’s like his good luck charm.” You explained.

“Have you ever seen him perform surgery?” Sam asked.

“Once, he was concerned I’d find it too bloody.”

Dean scoffed in response. “What did you tell him you did?”

“Honestly at first I kept it vague, but after a while I let things slip, so he thinks I was some form of a private eye.”

“Not far from the truth.” Sam shrugged.

“Exactly.” You sighed as you rested your head back on a pillow, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What about you two?”

“Well, since you left not a lot has changed, we have a bunker now, it sounds crap but it’s an old Men of Letter’s bunker and as we’re legacies.” Sam gestured between Dean and himself.

“Men of Letters? Legacies?” You asked your brow furrowed.

You listened as Sam explained to you all about the Men of Letters and their new home.

“Well, that sounds like an upgrade from crappy motels.” You smiled at them as you shifted under the blankets, your smile quickly disappeared.

“Your upgrade is much better.” Dean threw his hands around gesturing to the space around him.

“Well it’s not my house, It’s Derek’s.”

“Well, I like it.”

“You’re both welcome here for as long as you want.” You spoke through a yawn.

“Get some sleep sweetie.” Dean’s tone was soft as he spoke, Sam shot him another warning glance.

“I think I will.” You yawned again as you settled back into the sofa, a small whimper escaped your lips.

“Dean come and get a coffee,” Sam ordered his brother away from you.

As soon as they were out of earshot Sam glared at Dean once more. “For God Sake Dean, stop this, I think we should leave. You still love her, you can’t ruin her new life.”

Pressing your hand against your stomach you wished the pain would leave you, pulling your hand away it was now red. “Guys?” Your voice interrupted them, both of them turning to look at you.

“Yeah?” Dean responded returning to the sofa as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Call 911.” You croaked before lazily pulling back a blanket to show Dean your blood-stained abdomen.

Part 6

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1-highscore · 5 years

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New high score on Hover Bovver (Commodore 64 Emulated) by Hyeron 10,380 http://bit.ly/2RqVyuo

#HighScore #C64 #Commodore #8bit #Retrogamer #Retrogaming

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Madelyn “Maddie” (OFC)

Warnings: fighting, swearing, makeup sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL).

A/N: This one has been in in my WIPs for a WHILE and I didn’t get around to finishing it until now. I Hope you guys enjoy! As usual, I did read over this and if some mistakes fell through the crack, they belong to me.

“YOU’RE SUCH AN ASS DEAN WINCHESTER!” She screamed at him.

“AND YOU’RE A STUBBORN BITCH!” Dean screamed back.

They’re been fighting for the better part of an hour; the hunt had turned dangerous and instead of running like Dean had told her to do, she’d stayed behind and nearly gotten herself killed trying to save him.

They stood within inches of one another, both of their shoulders squared and breathing hard.

“What did you just call me?” She asked in a dangerous tone.

“You heard me.” He shot, his voice full of venom.

“Get. Out.” She snarled.

He stared her down for a few seconds, his green eyes hardened like steel. Without a glance back at her, he grabbed the keys to the Impala, walked to the door, wrenched it open and slammed it behind him.

She sat down on the bed, shaking with anger and frustration as she tore her boots off. She quickly took a swing from a bottle of vodka she had stashed in her bag. After that, she took off the rest of her clothes as she decided getting in the shower was the next best thing she could do to relax.

While under the flimsy shower head, she scrubbed her scalp, the fight replayed in her head over and over like a broken record. She sighed in annoyance, trying to push it out of her head. As she got out of the shower, she heard the motel room door open and a flash of anger hit her chest. She wasn’t ready to see him. A familiar knock came at the door and then his voice.

“Maddie?” He asked hesitantly.

She bit her lip, her hand hovering over the handle.

“Please Maddie?” He asked “Open the door.”

The pleading tone in his voice made her heart soften just enough to where she was ready to look at him. She let out a shaky breath and unlocked the bathroom door, her eyes downcast. First his boots came into view, dirty and well worn from years of hunting. The bottoms of his jeans were a little torn and frayed; she closed her eyes as his hand slipped under her chin, tilting her face up to his. When she opened them, his eyes were softened with an emotion she couldn’t quite read. Sadness? Shame?

He bit his lip, his lower lip drawing slowly from his perfect teeth.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured “I shouldn’t have-“

“I’m sorry too,” she answered him “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that either. You were just trying to protect me.”

“And you were trying to protect me.” He admitted “The only person that’s ever done that is Sam.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds before stepping closer to one another, her hand holding his cheek. He bent down and kissed her sweetly, he tasted like whiskey and spearmint gum. He slid his hands down her body, gripping her hips tightly as she tangled her fingers in the hair on the back of his head. The flimsy motel room towel came un-tucked and fell at her feet as she pressed her body to his. He scooped her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her to the bed, laying her on her back and climbing on top of her. She tugged at his leather jacket and discarded it, gripping his remaining layers tightly. He rutted his denim covered cock against her core which had started to become wetter by the second. She broke the kiss to rid him of his remaining top layers as he kissed down the side of her neck, nibbling on her skin and making her whine and thrash under him.

“Dean, oh Dean,” she breathed “mh, Dean!”

He kissed her heatedly as he made his way down her body, his hands and mouth seemingly consuming every bit of her. He gently cupped her breasts as he kissed down her tummy and to her ruined core.

“Dean please,” She begged “oh please, yes!”

“So sweet when you beg.” he commented as he licked over her slit.

She arched her back and rolled her hips into his face where he tightly gripped he thighs and spread them open. He looked down at her with adoration and amazement; she was already soaked and he’d barely begun.

“I’m gonna ruin you forever.” He said, more as a promise than a statement, as he bent his head down and licked his tongue through her folds while spreading her open with his fingers. He licked her from hole to clit, making her shake hard.

“Oh fuck!” She moaned as the strong muscle pushed inside her, hooking just inside here where she could ride him for all he was worth. Her hips thrust and his fingers found her swollen bundle of nerves. He flicked it back and forth as she rocked into his tongue. He moaned in delight, loving watching her come undone because of him. His mouth, his tongue, everything seemed to work together to bring her up higher and higher as she squirmed and sighed under him.

“Dean, oh god, Dean!” She yelled

“Talk to me,” he moaned “tell me everything gorgeous.”

“FUCK!” She yelled in frustration, he wouldn’t give in unless she talked the way he wanted her to. “I want your fat cock inside me! I want to scream while you fuck me Dean!”

Dean quickly tore off his remaining laying and sank deep inside her and began to thrust. He grunted and moaned in her ear as he picked her up and she settled into his lap, riding him for all the was worth.

“This it,” he moaned as he watched her breasts bounce and she clenched around him “fucking ride me pretty girl.”

She took his face in her hands and kissed him hard, slipping her tongue in his mouth and wrestling with his for dominance.

“I love you Dean Winchester.” She murmured to him “You’re my everything.”

He held her tightly and met her thrust for thrust as he moaned into her mouth.

“I love you too Madelyn.”

She pushed him on to his back and rolled her hips. She placed her hands on his pecs and moaned.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” She cried out “fuck me Dean, come on baby, fuck me hard.”

He snapped her body close to his and fucked deeply into her. With her cheek pressed against his chest, she could hear his heart pounding and the deep rumbled of his moans.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he cried “I’m gonna come!”

She looked up at him and watched as his eyes slammed shut and he let out a lust filled cry as he emptied deep into her. She wasn’t far behind him, riding him hard until her orgasm hit her hard and she let out a sharp cry of his name.

They lay there cuddling and making out for the better part of the night, neither of them particularly interested in leaving the other’s arms or getting dressed.

“I love you so much.” He said in a sleep filled voice “you’re my everything too.”

She smiled, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“I love you too Dean.” She struggled to say as she finally nodded off.

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Vape is the new selfie: what the 2014 word of the year says about our times

Vape is the new selfie: what the 2014 word of the year says about our times Oxford Dictionaries has crowned ‘vape’ word of the year, with ‘normcore’ and ‘contactless’ as runners-up. But what do these choices tell us about who we are – and where we’re going? An e-smoker enjoying a good vape … the word ‘sat at at the centre of several rich conversations’ this year, say Oxford Dictionaries. Photograph: Leon Neal/AFP/Getty Steven Poole Tuesday 25 November 2014 17.00 GMT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Share on LinkedIn Share on Google+ Lindsay Lohan, Katy Perry, Barry Manilow and Ronnie Wood all do it, and now it’s Oxford Dictionaries’ word of the year. Vape: to suck on an electronic cigarette. If you vape, you are a “vaper” (for obvious reasons, no one thought “vapist” was a good idea); and the act of doing so – perhaps in a “vaporium” – is “vaping”. (In fact, “vaping” was coined as long ago as 1983, when such devices were as yet a pipe-dream.) Associated vape-vocab noticed by Oxford includes “e-cigarette”, “e-juice” (the nicotinous liquid inside), and the pleasing retrospective formation “tobacco cigarette”, so people will know what you mean when referring to what used to be just a “cigarette”. Technically, this is called a retronym, as when people began to say “landline” when mobile phones were invented; or when restaurants began to offer “hen’s eggs” once foodists had moved on to scoffing the eggs of ostriches and probably ants. A well-chosen word of the year tells us something about the cultural conversation over the past 12 months. As Oxford Dictionaries chief Casper Grathwohl remarks: “This year ‘vape’ sat at the centre of several rich conversations: the debate over private versus community rights; regulation and public health; and our relationship to our visible vices.” So, to look back over 10 years of such lists might be one way to plot a cultural narrative, or at least thrill to our remembered linguistic innocence, before everyone knew what it meant to vape while twerking. Twerking, you recall, went mainstream last year, thanks to energetic demonstrations by Miley Cyrus – but didn’t win 2013’s Oxford title, finding itself beaten by “selfie”. That will surely be relevant as long as we live in an age of digitally enabled narcissism, an era that top cultural futurists confidently expect to last at least another 1,000 years. It seems already as though 2013 was a golden period linguistically, as “selfie” also saw off strong challenges from “binge-watch” and “Big Data”. This year’s runners-up are the slightly less impressive “normcore” (it’s hip to be square), “contactless” (for card-hovering payments), and “indyref” (rather particular to this year). Bygone words of the year fall into two categories: those that will continue to be useful, and those that already reek of novelty value or worse. We can cheerfully predict that “omnishambles”, originally from BBC2’s political satire The Thick of It and awarded 2012’s title, will remain relevant for as long as things are comically mismanaged, ie for ever. Other winners from the past 10 years, meanwhile, seem now so firmly established that it is difficult to remember when they were ever new, such as “sudoku” (2005) and “carbon footprint” (2007). The same goes for Oxford’s US word of the year for 2005, “podcast”, despite the curious fact that it was built around a commercial product, the iPod, that is now more or less technologically obsolete. Some of Oxford’s other American winners, though, have already gone mouldy, such as “hypermiling” (what?) from 2008, or the apparently once-hilarious 2010 Sarah Palin-ism, “refudiate”. A few years’ perspective also makes other UK winners seem dangerously dated already. The 2009 crowning of “simples” seems, from this distance, mainly like an astonishing marketing triumph, and an odd reminder of a nation momentarily fascinated by animated meerkats. And “Big Society” from 2010 is now a forlorn throwback to that short period just after the election when commentators were bending over backwards to give David Cameron the benefit of the doubt. Did he really have a national plan that amounted to something more cuddly than cuts and privatisation? “Big Society” was a boon to columnists, who set themselves the creative task of deciding what exactly it might actually mean, as well as a boon to exactly no one else. Taken together, some words of the year amount to a narrative about changing middle-class preoccupations. Once it was all about “chavs” (2004) or the slightly naughty appropriation of comedian Catherine Tate’s “bovvered” (2006), but then came the “credit crunch” (2008), and the bloated illusion of the aforementioned “Big Society”, leaving an ever-more-anxious “squeezed middle” (2011). A thematically similar narrative – though one that ends in active rebellion rather than cheek-chewing worry – is sketched for the US by the pointed nominations of the American Dialect Society, whose choices have included “subprime” (2007), “bailout” (2008) and “occupy” (2011). But enough of economic woes: now everyone is taking touching vaper selfies like the musician Bruno Mars. Thus we hypermoderns may revel in the twin pleasures of using technologically enhanced drug-delivery systems while rolling novel words around on our unscorched tongues. 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waywardrose13 · 6 years

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I Don’t Care

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Warnings: Angst, cheating, language

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x OFC

A/N- Also written for @spnangstbingo for my “Cheating” square.

You knew something was wrong when he rarely slept in the bed with you.

You knew something was wrong when he rarely told you he loved you.

You definitely knew something was wrong when he came home one night from a “bar” smelling of perfume that wasn’t yours and sporting a small hickey on the curve of his shoulder.

You never brought it up to him. Deep down, the worry was there. But the hope and the feeling that he could never do that to you trumped it.

But walking into the bunker with Sam, finding him thrusting up into a busty blonde inside your shared bedroom, made your heart drop to the floor and your head feel dizzy.

He looked over at you, but their wasn’t an ounce of guilt in his eyes. He just kept going, his emerald eyes locked on yours, never wavering.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you slammed the door behind you, feeling as though you were going to collapse onto the concrete floor.

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You sat at the library table, your bag in front of you. You tapped your fingers anxiously against the chair, knowing what was to come. It broke your heart, but you needed to leave. You couldn’t stand to be with the same room with him again, let alone share a bedroom and a bed that he had fucked another woman in.

You had left not long after you found them. You couldn’t stand to be in the bunker anymore, and went to drown your nausea and heart ache at the bottom of a bottle. A few hours later when you had returned, Dean and the blonde were gone, and you had taken that time to quickly pack a bag, the stench of sex still in the air inside you and your boyfriend’s room.

The bunker’s door closed and you heard his footsteps come down the stairs. He stopped at the end of the table, staring at you.

“I hope you’re happy, Dean,” you hissed. You stood up, your eyes flicking up to glare at him. “You finally managed to completely shatter my heart. Congratulations. I hope you and your whore are fucking happy together. I loved you, you know. And you just tossed that away. I don’t understand... What the hell did I do? Huh? Did I do something wrong?”

He stayed silent. He just stared at you, his face emotionless. You clicked your tongue, slipping your bag over your shoulder. “I’m leaving, Dean.”

“I don’t care.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words. Tears welled in your eyes as they sunk into your heart, breaking it even further. You sniffed, nodding.

“Okay then,” you said. You walked past him, heading towards the stairs. Your foot hovered above the first step for a moment. “Goodbye, Dean.”

You made your way up the steps, holding back your tears. He ignored you, simply walking further into the bunker. When he was gone, you let out a heart wrenching sob. Your body hurt in a way you never thought possible. No torture you had ever endured could equal to what you felt.

Dean leaned his head against the wall in the hallway, listening to you as you sobbed. He flinched as the door to the bunker closed, knowing you were gone. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not an ounce of him wanted to run after you.

He just let you go.

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gaminggadgets · 5 years

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Schon wieder eine Neuauflage des Commodore 64? Im Dezember 2019 erscheint mit TheC64 der nächste Brotkasten – und ausnahmsweise mal nicht als Mini-Variante, sondern in originaler Größe.

Geht’s nach allerlei Herstellern, sollen wir uns noch mehr Retro-Hardware ins Wohnzimmer stellen. Unter anderem SEGA Mega Drive Mini, Capcom Home Arcade, Atari Mini Arcade oder PC Engine Core GrafX Mini erscheinen alleine dieses Jahr. Für 2019 ist auch TheC64 geplant, der wie eine Fortsetzung des TheC64 Mini klingt. Immerhin gibt’s ein paar Änderungen.

Das bietet der TheC64

Zwar ist der Platz vor dem Fernseher aufgrund der zahllosen Mini-Spielkonsolen ziemlich begrenzt, doch Retro Games Ltd plant bei TheC64 die originale Größe des ursprünglichen Brotkastens. Warum? Das lässt sich nicht so recht erklären. Vielleicht möchten die Verantwortlichen ja die hartgesottenen Fans begeistern? Die bekommen trotzdem „nur“ Hardware, die den Kultrechner der 1980er Jahre emuliert.

The C64. (Foto: KochMedia)

Der bessere Joystick. (Foto: KochMedia)

TheC64. (Foto: KochMedia)

Interessant am TheC64 ist sicherlich auch, dass drei Modi vorgesehen sind. Wählt vor dem Start aus, ob ihr das echte C64 Basic, den VIC20-Basic-Startvorgäng oder das sogenannte Spiel-Karussell wünscht. Letztgenannte Variante gibt euch Zugriff auf die 64 vorinstallierten Spiele, die ihr in 50 oder 60 Hz und mit einem optionalen CRT-Filter erleben könnt. Gezockt wird mit einem verbesserten Micro-Switch-Classic-Joystick.

Neue und alte Spiele

Was auch schön am TheC64 ist: Die Tastatur ist voll funktionsfähig. An den vier USB-Ports könnt ihr mittels USB-Stick weitere C64-Spiele hinzufügen. Sollten euch Klassiker wie „California Games“, „Paradroid“ oder „Boulder Dash“ nicht genügen. Neu hinzugekommen sind übrigens Titel wie „Attack of the Mutant Camels“, „Hover Bovver“, „Iridis Alpha“ und „Gridrunner“. Und es gibt sogar komplett neu entwickelte Games, genauer „Galencia“ und das Text-Adventure „Planet of Death“.

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TheC64 Fullsize ist also mehr als nur ein C64-Reboot, sondern kann auch den VIC20 abbilden und als vollwertiger Nostalgie-Rechner genutzt werden. Pünktlich zum Weihnachtsgeschäft am 5. Dezember kommt das gute Stück für unverbindliche 119,99 Euro in den Handel. Kein Schnäppchen, würde ich meinen. Vorbestellen könnt ihr den C64 bereits bei Amazon.

Und schon wieder ein neuer C64? Ja, aber TheC64 hat einiges zu bieten... Schon wieder eine Neuauflage des Commodore 64? Im Dezember 2019 erscheint mit TheC64 der nächste Brotkasten – und ausnahmsweise mal nicht als Mini-Variante, sondern in originaler Größe.

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