how they dare make Gaston a kind, not really pushy person who just wants to win girl’s heart. He doesn’t mock Belle for reading. He actually tries to understand her unlikely to the others. A character who went to war and now suffers from PTSD. Who just wants to live a peacful, happy life with a wife by his side. How they fucking dare do that and not expect that I would fall from him,
Again, sorry for the lack of news, I don’t play with my Sims a lot lately. But I’m fine, newt week, I move in my new appartment, and you can’t imagine how exited I am. I have to buy almost all the furniture, it’s like building a starter house in the sims, with my budget :o
So ! I created these folded clothes long ago, but at first, I wanted to include them in a bigger set. But it’s a bit hard to find the motivation to create furniture when you already work on 3D stuff all the day. :p
Two items are included : a single folded clothes, and a stack of three.
You can stack them. If you want to create a column of clothes, you can do it !
Each item has 20 different colors options.
Polycount : 258 for the single one, 546 for the stack.
Price in game : 12§ for the single one, 36§ for the stack.
The Supremes – Diana Ross - Florence Ballard - Mary Wilson
The Supremes were an American female singing group and the premier act of Motown Records during the 1960s. America’s most successful vocal group with 12 number one singles on the Billboard Hot 100. At their peak in the mid-1960s, the Supremes rivaled the Beatles in worldwide popularity, and it is said that their success made it possible for future R&B and soul musicians to find mainstream success.
Supernatural has used up ghosts, witches, wendigos, demons, angels, leviathans, made up creatures from another world, Eve herself, GOD himself, God’s SISTER, and various other Supernatural creatures so much that there is only one other thing to turn to.
This is my normal leg routine:
Squats (4 x 8-12 reps) (2 supersets x 12-15 reps)
Calf raises (5 x 30+ reps)
Lunges (4 x 8-12 reps each leg)
Weighted kickbacks (3 x 12-15 reps each leg)
Leg press (3 x 12-15 reps)
Single leg deadlift (3 x 12-15 reps each leg)
Glute bridges (3 x 12-15 reps)
When I have more time, I also do:
Regular deadlifts (4 x 8-12 reps)
Goblet squats (3 x 12-15 reps)
Kettlebell swings (3 x 15-20 reps)
Jump squats/lunges (max reps for 1 min, rest 30 seconds, repeat as many times as I feel like lol)
I don’t ever really know what I’m doing, but hopefully this helps somehow ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
you’ve got the run of the place, now that you’re running around (and may kindness, kindness, kindness abound)
“Grandpère,” she says, firmly, because they are all but alone amongst the hedges and Papa says it is alright to call him that when they are alone. She is not sure if he is really her grandfather, not truly – but she feels right, calling him so, and he always looks so pleased when she does. She has been doing it all afternoon for just that reason, in fact, and each time – well, Marie thinks, there is a warmth. Her fingers tighten around his, and he does not move to take his hand away, but rather squeezes firmly back. “Tell me the story about the princess in the castle.”
gather round folks for phil has done it again (”it” being neglected her studies to write cathartic fic). this idea has been in my head for weeks, but something happened just last saturday that really planted this seed in my heart firmly and so couldn’t rest until i’d actually written it. i did do some research into the history surrounding it, though don’t quote me on anything, because i’m playing really fast and loose, here, but marie therese was really a daughter of louis xiv and his wife was really spanish. also, going by book canon, sources seem to agree that aramis managed to outlive all his friends and live solidly past his mid-sixties, and since anne historically died of breast cancer at 64, I figured this made sense, if you are able to put aside your Historical Math Goggles and just agree to cry bittersweet tears with me. title is from joanna newsom’s “esme”. enjoy!
“Yes, ma chère?”
“Grandpère, Papa has seemed very concerned of late.”
It is a mild day, the type of day where the sun is just warm
enough to make one’s skin feel caught in a gentle embrace. The sky is a soft
blue, and the air has but a hint of damp to it that settles well in one’s
chest. A soft breeze skitters over the two figures in the garden and sweeps up
through the rose bushes and into the open sky.
Along the stone path leading down to the hedges, the old man and
little girl still in their walk. A bird calls somewhere across the gardens, but
the little girl is not concerned with the bird, nor even with the mildness of
the day; she remembers her governess once say that she is too young to
appreciate fine weather for its own sake, outside of an opportunity to play
outdoors. She, personally, does not agree with this assessment; she is
perfectly appreciative of the weather. Right now, though, she has some very
important matters weighing upon her mind.
Her grandfather, who knows this, reaches over and pats her
shoulder, sighing very slightly.
“Here, over here, let us sit down for a moment.”
“Are you going to answer my question?” asks the little girl, not
moving – not because she is not sensitive to an old man’s aching feet, but
more in a way that suggests she and the old man are kindred spirits, of a sort,
and just now she is quite sure of his evasive tone and intent.
“Maria,” says the old man, tilting his head in a manner which the little girl knows means he is about to tease her. “You did not ask me a question.”
I guess the hardest thing is having so much love for you and it somehow not being returned. I develop crushes all the time, but that is just misdirected need for you. You are a hole in my life, a black hole. Anything I place there cannot be returned. I miss you terribly. Ci vedremo lassu, angelo.
Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
A/N: THINGS ARE FINALLY PICKING UP. I feel like there’s only a handful of chapters left before the end, would you guys be interested in a sequel? Or not? Let me know! So I know how to properly end this one lmao.
Special thanks to the great @hellomissmabel for helping me with the psychological thingamajig, what would I do without you, Annie ❤️