I have seen so many cas challenges, So I thought I would do something different. ( and share it in case anyone was interested)
This challenge is basically the same but instead of making a sim, you create and furnish a room to a theme (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ If you want tag me - I would love to see your rooms! or you could use the tag #30DayRoomChallenge (づ￣ ³￣)づ
Day 1. Out of this world Day 2. Under Water Day 3. Bookworm Day 4. Slob Day 5. Mythology Day 6. Night and Day Day 7. School Days Day 8. Seasons Day 9. Nature Day 10. Solitude Day 11. Spirituality Day 12. Fantasy Day 13. Time Travel Day 14. christmas Day 15. Urban Day 16. Rural Day 17. Zen Day 18. Lost Things Day 19. Haunted
Day 20. Toys Day 21. Emotions Day 22. Ruins Day 23. Crime Day 24. Around the World Day 25. History Day 26. Monsters Day 27. Vacation Day 28. Date Night Day 29. Scientist Day 30. Rainbow
The real order of the Fifth Harmony Takeover videos
Hey guys! When I first discovered Camren and was trying to make sense as to when exactly they might have been together, the takeovers videos were my first research field, and since the videos weren’t posted in the right order it wasn’t really possible to have an accurate timeline. So I did my research, and found the exact dates of practically all of the takeovers videos (no need to say it, I already know I’m crazy) - Anyway, I though I’d share this timeline so if you’re like me and watch all the takeovers videos again the minute the girls are on a break, you get to do it in the actual order this time! 😊
On the first day of Christmas, PatronusxCharms gave to me… 28 prints from the super cute artist Chie! It’s the holidays here in California and to celebrate I will be releasing a piece of CC every day from 12/1 to 12/12 for Christmas, and then again from 12/24 to 01/2 for Hannukah! ★
Today’s posters come from the ADORABLE artist TinySnails, whose work you can (and should!) purchase on Etsy. This selection of super cute prints is perfect for your littlest Sims, and if you have City Living, they’ll also look pretty neat in any geek’s apartment, too. There are 28 swatches total, and the BGC poster costs just 50 simoleons. Happy Holidays, loves!
PS: To find my CC in game more easily, just search for “patronusxcharms”! PPS: If you need more proof that you should also be obsessed with Chie’s art, I leave you this, which has been making me laugh for at least a week.
AN: And so the 12 Days of Christmas begins. I will be revealing the prompt’s daily, so there’s some surprise! And today’s prompt is … .
Prompt: Batsis’ first Christmas with the Batfamily
You jump. There’s no denying it. You jump. He doesn’t say anything, but then again, the smirk says it all. You don’t dignify it with a response. You tuck your legs underneath yourself, and pull a pillow into your arms. You make it a point to stare into the fire. It’s the only light in the room.
There’s several minutes of silence, before a china teacup is held out under your nose. You take the cup carefully, before lifting it to your lips and take a sip. The warm chocolate slides down your throat and you smile.
“Not the kind of Christmas you’re used to I’m guessing.”
You take another sip before looking at the older man next to you. “It’s nothing like the Christmas’ I’m used to. I’m used to big trees, and lights, and spending the entire month decorating. The house always smelled like Christmas cookies.” You can’t help but smile at the memories.
One of Alfred’s hands comes to rest gently on top of yours, “I’m afraid there’s not much of that around here, unless I’m doing it. The villain’s in Gotham always seem to get particularly rowdy this time of you.”
You roll your eyes, and take another sip of hot chocolate, “Yes, because rowdy is the word I would use to describe murdering psychopaths.”
Alfred just lets out a small chuckle, and the two of you sit in silence for several minutes. Your heart aches as you sit in front of the fire with a man who looks identical to the man you had considered your grandfather.
You had come from Earth sixteen, an earth where Batman didn’t exist and Bruce Wayne did. He’d been only eighteen when he and one Selina Kyle had forgotten protection. You had been an unplanned but welcome surprise. Selina Kyle had gone down the straight and narrow path, and Bruce Wayne had dedicated himself to being a father. You had grown up with two wonderful caring parents, and no hint of this stupid vigilante crime squad.
You were more than a little bitter, and you weren’t afraid to admit it. You had fallen through a stupid portal seven months ago, into a world where you didn’t exist and your beloved parents had apparently never grown up. Your mother dressed up like a cat and stole jewels, and your father dressed up as a bat and protected the city. In your not so humble opinion they both needed professional help. Add in the fact that this version of your father seemed to adopt children like other people adopted cats and you simply wanted to scream.
All you wanted to do was curl up in-between your parents, and listen to Alfred read “the Night Before Christmas.” Your eyes flicker to the clock to see that it’s almost midnight, almost Christmas. You bite the inside of your cheek, and Alfred’s hand squeeze’s yours just a bit more tightly. “Perhaps a story would help?”
You turn to face him. “Help what?”
He smiles at you “The home sickness. I was thinking ‘The Night Before Christmas.’”
Deadpool here. I know Ivonne said there would be only 12 days of my beautiful ass, but I convinced her otherwise. Did you know everyone has a price? Well, I just promised that I’d be her Baby Daddy. No price is too steep when it comes to my viewers. So…you’re welcome.
It had snowed the night before, blanketing the city in a white heaven. It was a perfect Christmas morning Wade had insisted, so he dragged you out of the warm apartment the two of you shared. You walked hand in hand with Wade, both of you bundled up in heavy jackets, beanies with little pow pows on top and matching black scarfs.
“Where are we going?” you questioned the merc with a loving smile.
He grinned without looking at you, “Stop being a sneaky little shit.”
“I’m your sneaking little shit,” you mused, smiling at an elderly woman who walked by; her eyes focused on Wade’s face. “Take a picture, Blanche. It will last longer!”
She glared at you, but quickly diverted her eyes. Wade pulled you into his side, resting his arm on your shoulder, “My hero!”
“Well, she was staring,” you asserted looking back at the woman. “I’ll fight her.”
“Fuck, while it would be AMAZING to see you fight that Golden Girl. I think we should go over to that park.”
a thing I have to do on Sunday. Don’t be mad.
You glared at your phone upon reading the text from your
boyfriend. The last two months of your life had been a whirlwind – one you rode
out happily – but since the two of you had already had your first fight, you
were hoping this wasn’t something that was going to cause another one.
What’s going on, Sparky?
You had no sooner sent the text message than your phone rang;
Dean’s name scrolled across the screen. You couldn’t help your smile as you
slid your thumb across the screen to answer the call.
“This must be pretty bad if you’re calling to explain
yourself,” you teased.
Dean chuckled. “It really isn’t too bad, but I don’t want you
to be disappointed. Especially since it’s our first Valentine’s Day.”
“I like that I have you for Valentine’s Day this year, but if
it isn’t a big deal, that’s okay, too,” you admitted. “You know me. Christmas,
Fourth of July, and my birthday. Those are
a big deal.”
“Which is why – yep.” You could just see him kicking himself;
in the interest of not pressuring you, Dean had been ridiculously careful about
not using the L word with you again.
Even after you assured him it didn’t bother you as long as he was okay with you
not saying it back until you were ready, he held back from saying it. “Anyway,
the deal is, Mom had a really hard time the first Valentine’s Day that Dad was
gone. Since then, Sammy and I have always made sure that she isn’t alone on the
day. This year, Sam has already planned this weekend for Jess – next year they’ll
have the baby so they may not be able to get away, and it’s my year to be with
“Dean,” you chuckled, “I promise, it’s okay. Spend the day
with your mom. We hang out a lot and go on dates pretty often. I will not be
upset in the least.”
“Actually, I was thinking maybe you could spend the day with
us. I’ll take you to an early breakfast, then we’ll be at Mom’s by lunchtime,
and just hang out for the day.”
You smiled to yourself. “That would be amazing. Are you sure
she’s okay with me being there?”
“Are you kidding me? It was her idea to have you over with us.”
“Oh, so you didn’t want me there?” you teased.
“Here we go,” Dean groaned.
“I’m kidding! Why don’t you stay with me Saturday night and
make me chocolate chip pancakes in the morning, instead of taking me out to
“If that’s what you want, pretty girl.”
“And I’ll make you supper on Saturday night.”
“Perfect. You’re amazing, Y/N. Thank you for being so
understanding about this.”
“As long as I’m with you, I’m good,” you assured him. “So you
go to bed. I’ll call you in the morning when I’m off.”
Dean bid you good night, and you returned the sentiment before
disconnecting the call. Ethan was giving you a stern look, brow raised. You
rolled your eyes.
“You need to tell him we put in for the transfer.”
“I will tell him.”
You sighed. “Saturday night, when he’s over for dinner. I don’t
think it’s that big of a deal, E.”
“You’re changing job, hours, pay.”
“All for the better.”
Ethan sighed. “The point is, you need to keep him in the loop.”
“The point is, maybe … Maybe I’m a little worried about what
Dean will think about me considering him when I make plans like this.”
Ethan rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Y/N. The man is in
love with you. I’ve talked with him about you, seen him around you – trust me.
He’s already got the rest of his life planned with you in consideration.”
You hoped that was true.
Saturday night found you frying up some chicken, checking on
the mashed potatoes and gravy that were nearly finished, and pre-heating the
oven for some biscuits. The corn and green beans wouldn’t take long to heat up –
you’d gone the lazy, canned way for those – and waiting for Dean to get out of
After he had worked some morning hours at the garage, you met
him at your grandpa’s land (it was going to take a while for you to get used to
calling it yours) and the two of you started some work on the TransAm. After
several hours of that, you headed back to your place, showered and started
dinner, while Dean went to get his things from his place and headed your way.
“Couldn’t wait to get back over here,” he’d grinned after
letting you know he still needed to shower.
You’d smiled and kissed him, still trying to figure out how
Fate had landed you with such an amazing man. When he came out of the shower,
smelling entirely enticing and looking as handsome as ever, you decided you had
certainly gotten the better end of this deal.
“Hey, pretty girl,” Dean sighed against your neck, wrapping
one hand around your waist. “This smells delicious.”
“Good. Do you mind putting those potatoes and the plate of
chicken on the table, sweetie? I’ll warm up the vegetables and we’ll be ready
Dean obliged you, helping you set the table and getting the
two cans from the top shelf when you had trouble reaching. Before long, the two
of you were seated to a nice, homemade meal.
“So,” you began once you’d both had a chance to dig into your
food. “Ethan and Amy are pregnant.”
“That’s great,” Dean congratulated around a mouthful of
chicken. “Ethan excited about that?”
“I think so. He wants to transfer to this county. It’s
twelve-hour shifts, so he would have more time with Amy and the baby – it’s
better for a family life.”
Dean frowned. “So would you get a new partner?”
“Well –” You took a deep breath. “—I wanted to talk to you
about that. I needed to put in for the transfer with Ethan so we could keep
partnering, but I thought, you know, if you and I … I’m not assuming … but
eventually, whether it’s with you or with someone else …”
You had no idea how to get your point across without just
coming out and saying it. Dean smirked, amused at seeing you squirm, but
assured you that he knew what you meant.
“And I’m kind of glad you’re looking into it,” he admitted. “It’s
selfish, but the twenty-four hour shift schedule was a little intense.”
“You’re telling me,” you laughed. “So you’d really be okay
with it? The calls are not usually so intense, which I’m kind of bummed about,
in a weird way, but it’s actually better pay and benefits since our county is
Dean nodded. “Sounds like a good plan to me, then.”
He smiled. “You worry too much about what I’m going to think,
Y/N. I’m telling you, I’m in this for the long haul. Now, do you feel well
enough about that to talk about the car some more?”
You laughed. “Yes, please. Let’s talk about the car.”
The two of you talked over plans for the TransAm for the next
while, packed up dinner, and decided on a movie to watch. You went for the
bedroom to change into sweats first, catching sight of the cute little teddy
bear setting against the pillows. You changed into your comfortable pants,
hugged the teddy bear to your chest with one hand and held an envelope behind
your back with the other, and went smiling back out to the couch.
“I love it,” you grinned. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Dean smiled, coming over to kiss you.
“These are for you.” You handed him the envelope and watched
as his eyes grew wide.
“Tickets for Opening Day?”
You nodded. “Royals against the Mets. Right behind the dugout.”
“You’re the best, seriously.” He pulled you against his chest
and kissed you sweetly. “I know I’m not supposed to say it but … Damn, pretty
girl. I love you.”
You laughed and kissed him again. Taking a deep breath, you
thought maybe you were ready to say the words … But the ringing of Dean’s phone
interrupted your thoughts.
“Sammy, hey. How’s the trip?” Dean’s easy countenance turned
to concern – and maybe fear? – in an instant. “Which hospital? All right, we’re
on the way.”