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THIS IS FOR SIMS 2!

Just a simple edit of @deedee-sims‘s conversion of Max’s Bag from Life is Strange.  I removed the “decorations” on the bag. Initially, I thought I could just alpha edit them out, but no, so I made a “new” mesh.  It should not conflict with DeeDee’s conversion.

It comes in 8 colors.
It is for Adult Females.

I also added a deco version of the bag.
It can be found in Decorative -> Sculptures.
And is $0.

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Credits:

@deedee-sims and Life is Strange

send me a ship and i'll rate it

hell no | how about no | eh | kinda cute i guess | that’s adorable | omg omg yes | otp | you’re fucking kidding right i’m dying because of these two

and i’ll also tell you who:

  • proposes
  • shops for groceries
  • kills the spiders
  • comes home drunk at 3am
  • makes breakfast
  • remembers to feed the fish
  • decorates the apartment
  • initiates duets
  • falls asleep first
  • sends the most selfies
  • makes the first move
  • plans spontaneous trips
Fusing New Leaf with Happy Homes Designer...

…or the idea for the next Animal Crossing game.

So I love both ACNL and ACHHD, but I’d rather they be combined than be separate games. I thought of how they could be combined.

You’re still the mayor, and you get the decision on where everything goes. You place things in the town with the same grid that HHD has, from houses to flowers. There’s PWPs and such, but it doesn’t necessarily come out of your pocket. You have a town budget. If you surpass the budget, you pay out of pocket. You unlock items as your town grows more beautiful and whatnot, and can even buy plots of land to expand your town further.

A way to earn money (besides selling things) is to work at the HHA. You can design your villager’s homes, which are also on a budget. Your goal is to make their house as close to their theme as possible without going over budget. You can’t go over budget at this stage. There aren’t required items like in HHD, though. After the initial decorating, you can expand their houses with any theme you want, but this time you have to pay out of pocket if you go over the budget.

The initial decoration has you work on commission of sorts. The more satisfied your villager is with the final product, the more bells you get as payment.

There are more building PWPs, which include the ones you have in NL and HHD as well as more. Perhaps there is no Main Street. You just expand your town’s land to add more area, and there’s even islands you can build to! You can choose where your Plaza, Town Hall, Re-Tail, and docks are, and can move them at any time. Moving any buildings on the grid requires you to go over to Town Hall, and at the beginning of the game, you’d have to get citizen’s approval for it, like in ACNL.

I’ll make more posts about this idea with my ideas for new PWPs and all that! <3 I’ll tag it as “nlhhd” if you’re interested in following this idea on my blog.

Also please note that I’ve only played New Leaf and Happy Homes Designer. I haven’t played any other Animal Crossing game. ;n; I should try to find a ROM for them…

Baby Buttercream || Josh Pieters

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

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Word Count: 2.6k+

Summary: You and josh hate eachother, it’s as simple as that. But what happens when suddenly, things are a whole lot more complicated than they ever had been before?

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this, its my first lengthy(!!) fix and I had so much fun writing it over the course of the day. I hope you love it xo




Your relationship with Josh was, complicated, per say. You weren’t dating, nor were you very good friends; in fact you argued more often than you’d like to admit. Your conversations were short and snappy, and the only real reason you continued to acknowledge him was for the sake of your bestfriend, Joe Sugg.

When Joe and Caspar lived together, you spent the majority of your free time at their apartment. There was hardly a thing about either of them you didn’t know, barely an inch of their bodies you hadn’t seen. From shower pranks to simply watching Caspar walk around naked: you’d see it all. They’d become like brothers to you, the two people you could count on for everything - those who you trusted with your whole being.

And then, as if you were being punished for something, Josh Pieters travelled to London from South Africa, and just wouldn’t leave. He stayed at the boys’ apartment, and seemed to be there every minute of everyday. You couldn’t just arrive and make yourself comfortable on their sofa anymore, instead you had to be on your toes, ready with a sarcastic response at all times.

It wasn’t a secret that you didn’t particularly like the tall ginger; in fact, Caspar found it highly amusing whenever you’d argue, and especially enjoyed when your spits would turn into actual wrestling matches.

A year later, celebrated the end of an era. Joe and Caspar moved into their own apartments, Josh moved in with the Maynard brothers, after a few days of staying there, you claimed the spare bedroom at Joe’s: which he said he’d initially decorated for you nonetheless. You still had your own apartment, though you were barely ever there. By that point, it was used for storage purposes more than anything else.

And so, in conclusion, there was no real reason for you to have to see Josh anymore. You weren’t forced to be in the same apartment together, nor did you have any reason to actually see one another other than at events - and yet, for some strange reason, you found yourself missing him. The sarcastic arguments, the challenging looks, the way he’d pick you up as if you weighed nothing and would throw you across the room and onto the couch.

Then, when you felt like you were finally getting used to not having him around, Joe decided that it’d be a good idea to invite the whole “squad” over for a movie night - and completely forgot to tell you. And so at eleven pm, you walked out of your bedroom with your glasses on the end of your nose and your booty shorts and tank top covering your freshly showered body barely. Your hair was wet, hanging over your shoulders, having only been towel dried, and your face was completely free of any traces of makeup.

It wasn’t unusual for you to walk around the apartment like this: it was your home and Joe had made it clear on various occasions that he’d seen you naked more times than he could remember, and so seeing you in just your underwear of your ‘barely there’ pyjamas wasn’t exactly the end of the world. He was right, in a way, you’d known the Sugg siblings since you were three and had spent many a summer day in their paddling pool.

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was to walk into the lounge and can come to face with every single one of Joe’s friends, including Josh. They all turned to face you when they heard your quiet footsteps, saying their hello’s and Caspar even getting up to give you a quick hug before he threw himself back onto the couch. You and Josh shared a hostile look that made a few of the boys laugh, but you simply rolled your eyes and turned to walk into the kitchen - fixing yourself a bowl of cereal and grabbing a metal spoon from the drawer.

Joe looks up from his editing program at the sound of metal against glass and eyes you strangely. “Why are you having breakfast for dinner?”

You grin around the spoon and swallow your mouthful, before leaning your torso up against the counter sand pushing the flakes into the milk. “Because I can.” He rolls his eyes but smiles at you softly before he looks away, causing you to glance back down at your cereal with less tension in your shoulders than before.

As it turned out, the boys weren’t planning on leaving that night - not until he early hours of the morning anyways. They filmed a messy video for one of their channels as you caught with your favourite actors and actresses on your computer at the breakfast island. By the time they were finished, it was two am and apparently, not even that had been enough to satisfy their boredom, for they all decided to go out to a club and get pissed - something they hadn’t done in a while.

When you heard the front door close and all of the voices seize to nothing, you jump up from your chair and begin to pull out a few cleaning supplies from under the sink: eyeing the small mess that the boys had left behind with a quiet laugh. Joe had insisted several times that you didn’t need to clean up his messes for him, but after years of supporting you, it was the least you could do.

You hum as you clean, quickly worming your way into even the smallest of crevices, and like a pro, you were done within ten minutes. All you wanted to do after that was have a shower, put on some clean clothes and binge watch Criminal Minds until you fell asleep. But obviously fate had other plans.

You walked into sound the corner and up the metal staircase, your nose buried in your phone and not paying attention to the space ahead of you - which proved to be a bad idea when you walked straight first into a bare chest and screamed loudly in shock. A hand quickly reaches up to cover your parted lips and you glance up into a pair of familiar brown eyes with a relieved sigh. He slowly removes his hand and gives you a wide eyes look. “Why the hell did you scream?”

You scowl at him and fold your arms across your chest. “Why are you still here?”

He rolls his eyes and runs his hand through his hair. “Joe said I could use his shower since  there’s no hot water at my place right now.”

“Well, why don’t you get some clothes on and then get the hell out of here.” You suggest, the sarcastic undertone of your voice no surprise to Josh who smirks and shakes his head. You frown in confusion. “Why didn’t you go out with the boys?”

“Didn’t feel like it tonight.” He shrugs, and you eye him suspiciously. “Thought it’d be more fun to spend some time annoying you.”

“Any minute you spend within the same mile radius as me you never fail to annoy me.” You quip, and he chuckles softly. You stand there in silence for a while, before you clear your throat and ask the one question you’d been dying to ask since the day you met him. “Why do you hate me?”

He furrows his brows, and looks down at you with disbelief written across his face. Taking a step closer, he rests his hands on your waist and you glance down at them in confusion. “(Y/N), I don’t hate you; I’ve never hated you.” You inhale sharply and look up at him as his fingers brush up and down your sides. “But that doesn’t mean that you don’t annoy the shit out of me.”

You press your lips together to hide your amused grin, “ditto.”

He hums quietly, and for a moment you can’t seem to pry your eyes away from his bare chest, and the way his towels hangs lowly on his hips. He obviously notices you staring, because he chuckles and tightens his grip on your hips. “What’re you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you prolong the word, an innocent grin on your face. You rest your hands onto his bare skin and purse your lips. “I’m just wondering why we’ve spent so much time fighting when we could’ve been doing so many other things.”

He raises his eyebrows and bites his lip. “Other things?” You nod and hum, staring up into his eyes. He tuts and smiles cockily. “I never knew you could be so straightforward.”

You lick your lips and move up onto your tiptoes, your face even closer to his than before. You could feel his breath on your face, and it send shivers up your spine. He uses his hold on your hips to pull you flush against him, and you smirk up at him seductively. You moan and throw your head back as he begins to pepper kisses across your collar bones. Biting your lip, you inhale sharply and wind your arms over his shoulders. “I still need to shower.”

“C'mon then, lets save water.”

“Didn’t you only just finish in there?”

“One can never be too clean.”


From then on, you and Josh slept together whenever the opportunity presented itself: but other than the fact that your wrestling no longer had to end with Caspar pulling the two of you apart, nothing changed. You still absolutely despised eachother, and fought over virtually everything - but there was just something different about the way you looked at eachother. It was as if you enjoyed the arguments, because you both knew for a fact that angry sex was on the horizon.

Nobody seemed to notice the change in atmosphere, at least not until your little slip up one day that left them all a tiny bit suspicious. You’d woken up after a long night of drinking, and all you seemed to remember was making out with Josh the moment you were out of the boys’ sight. He’d pushed you against the wall in the club, your legs wrapped around his waist. No wonder your back was sore.

You were hungover, horribly so, and in consolation you paid no attention to what clothes you threw on before slumping into the kitchen, mewling and scrunching your face together, closing your eyes and backing away from the sunlight. You throw yourself face-first onto the uninhabited sofa and groan - only peeking your head out to pout at the boys who were all laughing at you from their positions around the room.

You pout and curls your bare legs up to your chest. “You’re all dickheads.”

Jack snorts and looks at you with a smirk on his face. “Well, at least none of us 'dickheads’ are littered with hickeys.”

You raise your hand up to cover your neck and blush, quickly glancing over at Josh who was adjusting his shirt colour with a sheepish look on his face. You glare at him inconspicuously, and when he looks up to meet your gaze he glares right back at you. You roll your eyes and scoff, throwing yourself to your feet, perhaps a little too fast, seeing as you sway on the spot and almost fall face-first onto the floor.

But someone grabs onto you’d forearms before you can, and you inhale sharply, looking up into his brown eyes and biting your lip. You stare at him for a moment before snapping out of it and stepping back, glaring at him harshly. “I didn’t need you to catch me, you prick.”

He rolls his eyes and sits back down, clenching his teeth and staring at you with a displeased look on his face. “I’ll let you fall onto your fucking face next time then.”

“Thanks.” You smile sarcastically, walking away from the boys and into the kitchen, pulling out the pint of orange juice and a random sweatshirt from the drying rack, throwing it on over your sports bra - and by the longer length, you know that it’s Joe’s. You shrug and carry the whole bottle of orange juice back into the lounge, curling up on the corner of one of the sofas and drinking straight from the bottle.

You catch Josh’s disgusted look, and you smile at him sarcastically and take a large gulp, purposely winding him up even more. He shakes his head slightly and looks away as you yawn and lay your head down on Joe’s shoulder. The Sugg simply glances down at you and smiles, wrapping his arm around you waist in a brotherly fashion and pulls you into his side. “You have a good night last night?”

You knew why he was asking. The previous night had been the first night in a long time that you’d joined them on a night out; especially after the disaster of a night out that you’d had on your last birthday. You think back to the previous night and nod, pressing your lips together and smiling. Your eyes flick over at Josh, who was talking to Conor, and you smile even more, making sure to quickly look away in order to not be caught. “Yeah; yeah I really enjoyed myself.”

Mikey laughs loudly, “it sure looks like you did!”

You roll your eyes and flip him off, making the rest of the boys laugh, all but Josh, who simply smiled and looked down at his hands; thanking god that he’d chosen to wear a high collared shirt that day.


When it came to stressful situations, you definitely weren’t the most calm and collected person in the world - the opposite, actually. You paced and your cursed under your breath, your hands running through your hair and tears streaming down your face.

Josh sits on the toilet seat, the rest of the boys sat merely a few yards away in the lounge. You’d inconspicuously forced him to follow you into the bathroom and told him about everything, how you were two months late and were being sick way more often than what could’ve been rushed off as 'normal’.

So here you were, your heart beating wildly in your chest and your eyes moving from the floor to the tall redhead with the stick in his hand and his eyes widened inch more than usual. You didn’t know what to say, too overwhelmed to speak as you push yourself back against the wall, staring at Josh with tears in your eyes and your arms wrapped around your stomach. You were nauseous, of course, but subconsciously you knew that your arms were there for a different reason.

He looks up at you a few seconds later, and his entire face had dropped. You inhale sharply, clenching your eyes shut and allowing a sob to escape from your lips. Josh places the test down onto the side of the bath and walks toward you cautiously, wrapping his arms around you and allowing you both to sink to the floor slowly, brushing your hair back and hushing you softly as you sob into his chest, fisting your hands around his bottom t-shirt.

Josh breaks the silence once you’ve calmed down enough to stop crying, though you’re breathing was still irregular and your fists remained clenched around the fabric of his shirt. “So, a baby buttercream, huh?”

You giggle a little, though your voice is hoarse and cracks a few seconds into the laugh. He entwines his hand through one of yours, and rubs his thumb over your knuckle softly. You nod, and look up into his eyes through your wet lashes. “If you ever refer to our kid as 'baby buttercream’ ever again, I swear to god I’ll punch you where the sun doesn’t shine.”

He chuckles, and pulls your curled up body closer to his chest. “We’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

On March 29th, 2017, you found out that your life was never going to be the same again; and god were you terrified.

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Part 2 of 2.

15th century Italian antiphonal in diced russia leather, s. XVIII (?), retaining most of the original 15th century metal ornaments, as well as the heavy wooden boards; stamps of the Holy Monogram, the Agnus Dei, a sunburst, and a flower. - Written for the Benedictine house of S. Pietro (Perugia) of the Congregation of Santa Giustina of Padua, whose ownership notes appear on ff. 1 and 166v; George A. Plimpton (1855-1936). - De Ricci, p. 1760. Stephen N. Fliegel, et al., The Caporali Missal: a Masterpiece of Renaissance Illumination (Pestel: The Cleveland Museum of Art, 2013) nn. 2 and 3 on pp. 88-89.

Country: Italy

Region: Umbria

City: Perugia

Artist: Giapeco Caporali

Music: Square notation on 4-line red staves.

Figurative Decoration: 3-line historiated initial in white-patterned pink on burnished gold ground; 3 roundels.

Other Decoration: 2-line parted initials in red and blue or in blue with a void design, both with flourishing; infilling sometimes includes color-washed pen and ink drawings of acanthus leaves.

Did You Know That Memorial Day Was Started By Ex-Enslaved Africans?

One of the things that most black people know is that the public school system does a horrible job teaching black history. They will gladly tell you all the wonderful things that white people did and maybe even go back to Europe, but the contributions of African Americans are kept entirely on the back-burner.

A fact that you should probably know is that African Americans are the reason that Memorial Day even exists in the first place. According to Professor David Blight of Yale University, the event began on May 1, 1865. A group of former slaves in Charleston, SC gave a proper burial to 257 Union soldiers who’d been put into a mass grave.

The black community of Charleston then consecrated the new cemetery with “an unforgettable parade of 10,000 people.” The event was initially called “Decoration Day” and was led by 3,000 black school children who started off by singing the song “John Brown’s Body.” They were then followed by hundreds of black women with baskets of flowers and crosses. After that, black men marched behind them in cadence, followed by Union infantry.

The Union soldiers lived in horrible conditions, and 257 of them died from exposure and disease. This was the reason for the creation of the mass grave site. A total of 28 black men went to the site an re-buried the men properly, largely as a thank you for helping fight for their freedom.

They also built a fence around the cemetery, and on the outside, put the words, “Martyrs of the Race Course.”

Now you know the rest of the story. Go tell this one to everyone you know.

Stunning fragment from a 15th century Italian antiphonary. Begins an antiphon that appears to be for Vespers of Easter Sunday, “Crucifixus surrexit tertia die …;” Psalms 109-112, recited at Vespers on Sunday, follow the antiphon.

Figurative Decoration: historiated initial, full border with miniatures

Source: Philadelphia, Free Library of Philadelphia, Rare Book Department,  Lewis E M 074:16

Fragment from an Italian antiphoner dated 1512.

Artist: Giovanni Battista Cavalletto and his son Scipione Cavalletto, in the style of.

Figurative Decoration: Large illuminated initial on fol. 100r in the design of a classical vase; very large historiated initial on fol. 1r (about 105 mm. square) showing the Annunciation, within an elaborate classical surround and with full illuminated border including classical vases and birds (very cropped).

Other Decoration: Rubrics in red, some calligraphic initials with decorative penwork including human profiles, etc.; large and small initials throughout in alternating blue with purple penwork and red with blue penwork.

Source: Bloomington, Indiana University, Bloomington, Lilly Library at Indiana University,  Poole 17

The Folio Society Facsimile of the Works of Geoffrey Chaucer - 

Originally designed and printed by the Kelmscott Press - With 87 wood-engravings designed by Sir Edward Burne-Jones, cut by W.H. Hooper after drawings by Robert Catterson-Smith, superb wood-engraved title page, fourteen very fine large borders, eighteen different woodcut frames around the illustrations, twenty-six nineteen line woodcut initial letters, and numerous initials, decorative woodcut printer’s device all designed by William Morris and cut by C.E. Keates, Hooper and W. Spelmeyer, with shoulder and side titles. Printed in red and black in Chaucer type, double column, headings to the longer poems in Troy type - often described as the most beautiful printed book in the English language - a wonderful folio sized volume [weighs 7.5kg unwrapped]

Junkrat x Reader

Haven’t tried my hand at this, but thought I’d make it Tumblr exclusive for now and see if it’s well received. . If you want more, I can do so, otherwise hey, it was fun writing! 

Slow burn, so far only Junkrat, yourself, and Roadhog mentions. Slow buildup. Possible NSFW if requested. Thus far no smut, just character introductions. 

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14th century fragment.

Country: Italy

Cardinal point: northern

Region: Emilia Romagna (?)

City: Ferrara (?)

Decoration: 2 stave-height initials with floral infilling and gold decoration extending into margins; 1-line initials in alternating red and blue with pen-flourishing of other color.

Source: Berkeley, University of California, Berkeley, Bancroft Library,  BANC MS UCB 130:f1300:40

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Welcome back to FRIDAY FASHION FACT! Today we’re talking about one of the most common pieces of historical dress: busks! Never heard of a busk? You’re not alone. Despite the fact that busks were worn for centuries, very few people today have ever heard of them. This is likely due to the fact that a busk is almost never seen.

To begin with, what exactly is a busk? Essentially, it is a narrow, stiff piece that is placed down the center front of a corset. They can be traced back to be beginning of corsets (which you can read here.) The busk added additional support to the weakest part of the corset, since the majority of pressure put on a corset occurs when a woman bends forward. Of course, with a busk, this movement becomes seriously hindered. The perceived benefit of the busk was that it aided in perfecting posture, which was key when presenting oneself as high class and proper. Additionally, busks shaped the front bodice to be perfectly flat, as was the style from the start of corsets through the end of the 18th century.

The preferred material for busks was whalebone, which was stiff enough to shape and support, yet supple enough to allow for slight movement. Wood was commonly used as well, as it was far more affordable, but it also tended to be more brittle. Bone was occasionally used, too. The busk was slipped into a pocket in the front of stays or stiffened bodices, which would then be laced closed with a piece called a “busk point.” Busks were often ornately decorated with etchings, just as most pieces of historical clothing were often decorated, whether seen by the public or not. As the piece was so hidden, close to the body, and personal, it became a common gift for a man to give his lover. Men would often take great care in carving personal decorations, typically with hearts, initials, and other romantic themes. The practice was particularly common among sailors on whaling ships, who would create busks while at sea for the women they left behind.

The shape of busks varied slightly throughout the centuries, becoming more straight or tapered, or longer or shorter, depending on what was the popular bodice shape at the time. It wasn’t until the mid 19th Century, though, that busks made a dramatic transformation. During the Industrial Revolution, it became common to use steel in shapewear- namely corsets and cage crinolines. It was soon discovered that this durable material could be used to split the busk into two pieces, with studs and loops that hooked together in the front of corsets, revolutionizing the way that they were taken on and off. This system is still used in corsets to this day, though often with hook and eyes instead of studs. With the front closure, it was suddenly far easier to put a corset on by oneself, without needing to significantly loosen the laces. However, since the studs and loops stuck out of the fabric, yet were attached to the busk itself, busks no longer were removable, and instead were permanently enclosed in the front of the corset.

In the 1870s, the spoon busk was created, which was wider and rounded at the bottom of the corset. This shape dispersed the pressure on the wearer, preventing the bulge that commonly occurred where the corset ended. Despite it’s visual appeal, the curved bottom of the spoon was not ideal as it would dig into the wearer. They therefore faded out of style by the end of the 19th Century. Shortly after, though, the busk faded away altogether, as corsets fell out of fashion in the late 1910s. Thankfully, a few of those early busks survive as reminders of otherwise long forgotten romances.

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