to turn on the light

Pretty Good for a Girl

In one of my first film production classes in school, we took some cameras out and shot on black and white film, just practicing lighting, etc. 

After everyone had their turn we had some film left over, so our TA asked us if anyone wanted to play with the rest of the film. I shot some footage of the koi in the pond in the President’s garden. After it was developed, we watched the lighting exercises, and then at the end, my footage of the koi pond played. Our professor said the our (male) TA, “Did you shoot this? It’s beautiful!” And the TA said, “No, she shot it,” indicating that I’d done it. Our professor looked at me, paused, and then said, “Well, it’s pretty good. For a girl.”


The Zero Coffee Tables

Modified EA mesh (The Zero floor lamp)

I wanted to experiment with rigging so I decided to turn the floor light from Perfect Patio into a coffee table. Object functions as a light and table. I hope you guys like them!


  • Rectangle Coffee Table [dropbox]
  • Square Coffee Table [dropbox]
  • *I will no longer be using mediafire as alternative download link. Let me know if you have trouble with dropbox and I will look for another site. 
  • 10 swatches (EA textures)
  • Base game compatible
  • Found under Surfaces: Coffee Table
  • Please contact me if there are any problems with the objects or links
  • Do not re-upload or claim as your own - credit+link if you modify/recolor
  • Made with Sims 4 Studio

Photo Credit: [sofa and loveseat] [snake plant and cacti] [plant] [pouf] [rug] [vases]
WCIF: [candles]

When I was a freshman in college we had to do this overnight orientation beforehand and to fuck with my roommate when we were going to bed I turned off the lights, dropped some clothes on the floor and told him “just so you know I sleep in the nude” which was proceeded by the most awkward minute of silence of my life before saying I was fucking with him

Don’t Let The Stress Get To You. Step Back, Refresh, and Begin Again.

Turn off the lights. Close the door. Light a candle if you have one. 

Leave your phone in another room. Silence it. Minimize or exit out of all your Internet tabs. Either go on 8tracks and search for a good, relaxing playlist or try this Ocean Meditation Music and/or Chill playlist I’ve been loving these days. 

Now, lay a blanket or yoga mat out on the floor. Align your body at the center. Take a DEEP breath in through your nose, and exhale with a loud sigh out through your mouth. Reach your hands above your head, and stretch out like you’re trying to grab the wall. Point your feet out at the same time, and stretch them towards the opposite wall. Hold this pose for 5-7 seconds, then release all at once as if your body’s just snapped back like a rubber band. Stay in this stillness for 15-20 seconds. 

Place your hands on your torso. One on your stomach, the other on your heart. See if you can feel your heart beating. Notice how your diaphragm rises and falls. Focus on this momentarily as you take deep, long breaths. You might be worried about a deadline (or multiple deadlines), concerned about all the errands you need to run, or stressed out about all the things you “should” do, but for this moment, focus on your breath. Inhale slowly, then exhale slowly and count one. Take another breath in. Count two as you exhale. Continue this until you’re on your fourth exhale. Then start over. Your mind will want to wander, but bring it back to the counting. If you don’t like the counting, focus on the rise and fall of your chest or the music as it fills the room. The important thing is that you allow yourself to experience the present moment as it is. 

Even if your mind wanders, don’t get agitated with yourself. It will wander. You will find yourself thinking about past events or future concerns. Gently bring yourself back to your breath and body. 

How long should you continue this exercise? That’s entirely up to you. I like to do anywhere between 7 - 30 minutes. Why 7? Well, the first few minutes are usually a struggle, especially when I’m super tense and stressed out. You’ll want to quit, but give yourself the chance to adjust to the stillness. 

One last word: You are more likely to squirm and fidget if you tell yourself, “I must be still.” You will feel relaxed, calm, refreshed, and lifted after the exercise, but only if you give yourself the space to get there. 

Preference #9: Your first kiss with him.

“I swear to GOD Y/N, I am not drunk, seriously,” Tony said, his words slurring together. One of his arms was slung around your shoulder and you were all but dragging him to his bedroom.
“You never were a good liar,” you sighed, opening his bedroom door and entering, turning on the lights.
“Hey, I am an excellent liar,” he said a little too loudly in your ear.
“Sure Tony,” you said, not wanting to argue. You led him to his bed and he flopped onto his stomach.
“Like earlier tonight when I said I didn’t like your dress,” his words were muffled by a pillow, but you still understood him. “You totally believed me!“
You stared at him in disbelief and placed your hands on your hips. “You are a piece of work, Tony Stark,” you said, chuckling under your breath. He sat up suddenly and your eyes met. He was standing in an instant, still staring deeply into your eyes.
“Um… Tony?” you said, confused out of your mind. He leaned in, his eyes closing and his lips capturing yours in a passionate but gentle kiss. Your eyes went wide and you froze, unsure of what to do.
Once you regained your senses, you pushed him away gently, your hands staying on his chest.
“You’re drunk.”
“Only a little.”
“Tony, this is the alcohol, not you.”
“Y/N, I promise, I’ll remember this tomorrow. And I’ll still mean it. I’ll even do it again.”
He did remember, and he did kiss you again. This time, you kissed back.

You were grinning ear to ear as the ferris wheel slowly descended. Your boyfriend, Steve, had your hand in a death grip, his eyes straight ahead and focused. You looked at him as you got further and further away from the ground, your inner child showing through your smile.
“Don’t tell me the amazing Captain America is afraid of heights. You jumped out of a quinjet without a parachute once, Steve!” you said, running your free hand over his forearm soothingly. He took a deep breath and met your gaze, an adorable half smile on his lips.
“I did that to save people, I try not to think about it in the field. Thinking about your fears while on a mission can cost lives,” he said.
“You hang out with Fury too much,” you said, smiling wider as you reached the top. You squeezed his hand, reassuring him.
“Can I distract you, maybe?” you said in a flirty tone. He was too in-the-zone to notice your change in demeanor.
“How?” he said, his eyes distant, trying desperately not to look down. You turned his head toward you and connected your lips with his, your eyes fluttering closed. He kissed back after a few moments, registering the situation. His hand flew to your cheek, his lips moving in sync with yours.
Maybe having fears wasn’t so bad.

You stoked the fire in the fire place and stood, watching the flames spread around the pieces of wood. You were at Clint’s place, and as nice as it was, the heating was shit in the winter. He had finally managed to get some time off, and was back home with you.
“Any luck?” he said from his place on the couch, huddled up inside of at least five blankets. His attempts at keeping the fire alive were for naught. So you’d given it a shot.
“Actually, yes. Should warm up any time now,” you said proudly, sitting down next to him on the sofa. He opened the blankets up to you and you crawled over to him. Warmth enveloped your body as you cuddled into his arms, the heat from the fire illuminating the dark room.
You looked up at Clint, the shadows from the flames dancing across his face. He met your gaze and smiled at you, and you suddenly noticed just how close your faces were.
You seized the opportunity and leaned closer, your lips brushing against his. He followed suit and attempted to close the space between you. You grinned and finally pressed your lips to his.
You weren’t sure if it was the fire or the heat from Clint’s close proximity, but you knew that you were definitely warming up.

You were clumsy. It was just a true fact that you were, no matter how much you tried to deny it. You couldn’t count on one hand how many times you’d accidentally tripped over your other teammates, but this, this was different.
You were standing in the lab, attempting to help Tony and Bruce with something they’d cooked up. You were reading through paperwork when it happened.
You’d taken a step forward, and tripped over a stray chord laying on the floor. You flew forward, attempting to catch yourself on anything. Instead, you fell straight into Bruce. Your lips connected momentarily, before you both pulled away and Bruce steadied you from your fall.
“Are you okay?” he asked, as if nothing had happened. Your eyes were wide, your mouth agape.
“I-I’m okay,” you stuttered, your cheeks turning redder than Tony’s suit.
“Okay,” he said, smiling at you. You could have sworn you saw him wink as he walked away.

If there was one thing you loved more than Thor, it was Asgard, his home world. You constantly begged him to take you there, show you around, see whatever there was to see. The two of you weren’t together, but it was almost like you were. You were always spending time together whenever you got the chance.
“Enjoying the view, Y/N?” Thor said, approaching you from the side. You glanced at him and smiled before returning your gaze to the view outside of the window. You were inside the palace, enjoying your surroundings in contentment.
“I am, actually,” you said, sighing inwardly to yourself.
“As am I,” he said, partly to himself. He was observing you, enjoying the way you looked when you spaced out, the way you looked when your eyes sparkled.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning into you, his hand caressing your cheek. His lips were suddenly on yours in a gentle, hesitant kiss, as if waiting for your approval. You kissed back, smiling into the kiss and placing your hands on his chest.
The view wasn’t nearly as good as this. 

Your boyfriend, the speedster. Always on the run, always going faster than necessary. The only aspect of his life he didn’t take quickly was his relationship with you. It took him weeks to even get comfortable calling you his girlfriend, and months to even sleep in the same bed as you. You didn’t mind too much, because you understood how hard it was for him to be close to anyone other than his sister.
“Hey Pietro,” you said as a gust of wind blew your hair in your face. He was in front of you in half a second.
“Hello, dragul meu*,” he said, moving your hair out of your smiling face. He never noticed how lovely your lips were, especially when they were curved in that beautiful half-smile.
“Pietro?” you said, noticing his gaze.
“Hm?” he said, sounding distracted.
“Just kiss me already.”
So he did.
*dragul meu- my love, Romanian.

Loki wasn’t exactly what you would call the typical romantic type. More like the I’d-literally-conquer-worlds-for-you romantic type. There were mutual feelings between you, but it had never really been said out loud. You were both very hesitant when it came to romantic relationships, but for some reason, being together but not together just felt right. You were currently sitting in bed, reading one of your favorite books when he came in, closing the door in a huff and removing his cloak.
“Everything okay?” you asked, your eyes never straying from your book. When he didn’t say anything, you began to worry, so you finally looked up.
He was shirtless, standing in front of the open door to the balcony. His shoulders were tense, more so than usual. You set your book to the side and made your way over to him.
“Loki?” you said, running your hand over his back. He took a sharp breath inward and finally looked at you, his jaw set.
“Bad day?” you asked. He only nodded in response, his gaze returning to the distance.
You sighed and took his chin in your hands, forcing him to look at you. You pressed your lips to his and ran a hand through his hair soothingly. He practically melted into the kiss, his worries thrown into the wind.

You never thought that your first kiss with Bucky would be in the middle of a mission. Gun shots and grenades don’t exactly equal romance. It was, however, very typical of your relationship.
You threw a grenade around the corner and held tight to your gun, waiting for the sound to go off. You looked over at Bucky, who was looking at you with a smile on his face.
“You’re cute when you’re fighting bad guys,” he said, winking at you. You rolled your eyes, chuckling at his remark.
“And you’re handsome when you have an automatic gun,” you said sarcastically, turning around the corner as the grenade went off in the distance. You held up your gun and scanned the room. You felt to arms turn you around by your hips and you yelped, but you were cut off by two lips crashing into yours. You nearly shot the perpetrator before you realized that it was Bucky. You kissed back for a moment but pulled away, smiling to yourself.
“Later,” you whispered in his ear before turning and strutting away. He followed, maybe a little too quickly.

I’m in a state of severe anxiety because I saw one cockroach that ran underneath the  stove when I turned on the light

I’m just cleaning my room right now because the last thing I need is cockroaches in my room when I sleep because screw that

god why do they even exist I hate them

nosefornews asked:

☞: "Bree, you took my favorite pen." He woke her up in the middle of the night, turning the light on.

She rolled over groggily. “It was just a dream. Go back to sleep.”

I am obsessed at nights with the idea of my own worthlessness, and if it were only to turn a light on to save my life I think I would not do it. These are the last footprints of a headache I suppose. Do you ever feel that? - like an old weed in a stream. What do you feel, lying in bed?
—  Letter to Vita Sackville-West by Virginia Woolf

I was going to go to bed but then my roommate decided to go to Walmart. And I’m like, “I can’t sleep while you’re at Walmart, what if you get in a car accident and then there’s no one awake to take the call from the hospital.”

And she’s like “If I were you I’d be more worried about being alone in the house after watching that horror film about the thing that turns off the lights”

And I’m like “Fuck you, bitch, I hope you die at Walmart.”

that’s the way it is

Selina loves it when it rains. Her apartment isn’t very big and makes a comfortable space when Gotham is covered in cold and rain and storm. She turns on all the lights and has Celine Dion play from the tinny speakers of her iPod. She gets pizza and turns off her phone. She changes into jeans and the tank-top that says “PRINCESS” across the front.

This is Selina Kyle.

But she will pause everything when she hears the knock on the door. Tentative. Not Bruce. Quiet. Not Harley. Just a few taps. Definitely not Pam.

Not the doorbell so it can’t be a stranger.

But his hair is dripping and his coat is sparkling with the raindrops, and the blue eyes she delights in are looking up at her with a silent plea of take me in.

I have no where and nobody.

“Hey, Miss Kyle,” soft and sweet but fear and anxiety wrecking every part of Tim Drake-Wayne’s face.

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You snapped my spine just to watch me glow and I didn’t cry;
I lit up like the Milky Way, one hundred billion scintillating stars,
All for you. I know how to give love in return for love but
When you take your love away, I keep on giving.
I didn’t know that this time, you didn’t want my heart;
You wanted my light so you could walk away
Without tripping over your lies.

When you took my body into your arms I thought
This is what it must feel like to be a firefly, illuminated
From the inside out, warmth finally reaching from your hands to
My permafrost bones. I never expected things to go as planned but
I was certain of one thing: you were the one who softened me,
Turned the savage glint in my eyes into starlight you could love.
You were the one who put an electric current in my veins.
You were the one who turned the lights out.
You were the one who broke me in the darkness.

I lost my voice while choking back tears, while you
Systematically took every vertebrae out of its place, as if
You knew I would light up like the Milky Way again.
I couldn’t say a thing as light spilled from my fractured bones,
Couldn’t tell you that I loved you until I had nothing left of you to lose
And there was nothing left inside of me for you to break.

I loved you until I found my voice again, in the darkness,
Trying to forget the way you looked into my starry eyes,
Remembering all too well how it all went wrong.
You snapped my spine and I blinded you with the shine
Of an entire galaxy. You snapped my spine and I burned you
With the fire of a thousand suns, saying,
My light is mine. My light is not yours to steal.
My heart is not yours to break.

You snapped my spine just to watch me glow and
I didn’t cry;

I screamed.

—  Rachel Sandene, “Bioluminescence”
June 19, 2015

anonymous asked:

Ahh okay. Testing, testing! I said that I can't believe Harry would light candles, lay you down on his huge bed and turn all the lights off. and look at you with those big green bedroom eyes and kiss your lips until they were red and swollen. And then he'd go farther down until he reach your special spots and make you come in his mouth, all by candlelight :)

Wow.. You’re very, detailed! haha. At first my tumblr must have been like ‘nah, this is too explicit, Cesilie can’t see this.’ :p 

When the lights are turned down low
and I don’t understand all the things you’ve seen
but I’m slipping in between
You and your big dreams
It’s always you
In my big dreams
And you tell me that its over
wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clovers
and your restless
and I’m naked
you gotta get out
you cant stand to see me shaking
could u let me go?
I didn’t think so

and you don’t wanna be here in the future
so you say the presents just a pleasant,
interruption to the past
and you don’t wanna look much closer
‘cause you’re afraid to find out all this hope
you had sent into the sky by now had
and it did
because of me