He’s mapped out every freckle on her skin, the distances and angles between them as familiar to him as the constellations are to an astronomer. The soft dip between her shoulder blades holds a tiny mole, almost microscopic. It’s something she hates: she feels like it ruins the plane of her back, that it stands out and draws attention. But he loves it. To him, it’s the sun the rest of her freckles revolve around.

The first time he kisses it, mouth closing over the skin in quiet adoration, she lets out a low gasp and tilts her head backwards. His hands slip lower down her waist, thumbs tucking into the top of her jeans, the tips of his fingers resting over her hip bones. With her back pressed into his chest and his arms containing her, Jughead feels like he could define her very shape at that moment.

Betty twists herself around so that she’s facing him. Her eyes are full of unspoken things and he slowly intertwines their palms and lowers her so that she’s lying on her back, surrounded by her fluffy pillows.

“My mom will be home soon,” Betty whispers as Jughead leans in to kiss the spot just under her ear.

“I know,” he replies, catching her lips with his and kissing her so gently she feels like her soul might break. When he pulls away, his eyes are so sincere, her heart feels full. She raises a hand to his face and traces his cheekbones with a fingertip.

“Juggie –“ she starts, her breath catching with the weight of what she’s about to say. It’s not like she’s never said it before. She has. To Archie. To Veronica. To her parents. Even to Polly. But this time it’s different, this time it means more than it ever has.

“Juggie, I love you.”

Jughead’s face breaks into a smile so genuine and happy that she can’t help but pull him in for another kiss.

“I love you too, Betts,” he breathes against her mouth, repeating it with each kiss he trails down her neck while she tries to stop herself from smiling madly by biting down on her lip.

And at that moment, in the waning afternoon sun lighting up the soft waves of Jughead’s hair and his safe presence enveloping her, Betty knew that she’d found something she never wanted to lose.

galaxsim  asked:

heeyyyyy, I was wondering: Can your storage box work as a new packing crate mod? I haven't gone in game yet but I was wondering beforehand if things could be carried off the sims home lot in the storage box and set elsewhere.

i wish i knew how to make something like the packing crate mod, i’ve been hoping for an update for it forever…… you can take the box i made out of ur inventory wherever u want, so in that sense it’s kinda like the packing crate mod, but the difference is that it only holds collectibles :/

so if ur trying to transport frogs, fish, garden stuff, mysims trophies, metals, crystals, elements, postcards, fossils, microscope prints, space prints, aliens, space rocks, geodes, insects, decorative eggs, sugar skulls, voidcritter cards, city posters, snow globes, or holiday cracker plushies, then ur good! otherwise no :(

Vermont photographer Wilson Bentley became the first person to photograph a single snowflake in 1885 by attaching a microscope to his bellows camera. He would go one to photograph over 5,000 different snowflakes. He captured this snowflake in 1905. 

[Wilson A. Bentley. Snowflake. c. 1905. Gelatin silver printing-out-paper print]

Juvenile bivalve mollusc, Lima sp. (10x). Dr. Greg Rouse, Scripps Institution of Oceanography. 

Bivalvia is a class of marine and freshwater molluscs that have laterally compressed bodies enclosed by a shell consisting of two hinged parts. Bivalves have no head, and they also lack a radula. They include clams, oysters, cockles, mussels, scallops, and numerous other families that live in saltwater, as well as a number of families that live in freshwater. The majority are filter feeders.

BBC’s Sherlock Holmes Aesthetic ; requested by @quantumqueer

“I’m not a psychopath, Anderson. I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.”