I haven’t seen the lyrics for Stronger Than You from “Jailbreak” floating around, so…here they are:

This is Garnet
Back together
And I’m never going down at the hands of the likes of you
Because I’m so much better
And every part of me is saying “Go get her”
The two of us ain’t gonna follow your rules
Come at me without any of your fancy tools
Let’s go, just me and you
Let’s go, just one on two

Go ahead and try and hit me if you’re able
Can’t you see that my relationship is stable
I can see you hate the way we intermingle
But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single
And you’re not gonna stop what we made together
We are gonna stay like this forever
If you break us apart, we’ll just come back newer
And we’ll always be twice the gem that you are

I am ma~ade



This is who we are
This is who I am
And if you think you can stop me
Then you need to think again
Because I am a feeling
And I will never end
And I won’t let you hurt my planet
And I won’t let you hurt my friends

Go ahead and try and hit me if you’re able
Can’t you see that my relationship is stable
I know you think I’m not something you’re afraid of
‘Cause you think that you’ve seen what I’m made of
But I am even more than the two of them
Everything they care about is what I am
I am their fury
I am their patience
I am a conversation

I a~m made
And it’s stronger than you

And it’s stronger than you

And it’s stronger than you


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Super Secret Project...

  So, some who have looked over my blog may have seen this and wondered….hmmmmm

  So, the reason I never revealed what it was is simply because I wasn’t sure if I would do it or not, but I think I will! 

  It is a story or rather….a challenge?! Yes, I think calling it a challenge would better explain it, but it’s more like a reality show! 

  What is it about? Well, some of you may know my story Carnage? Well, I’ve had this idea about Hunters and where they come from, they are basically trained (although not all take the same path to becoming hunters…story stuff) and through that training they become Hunters.

  This challenge will be about that. A bunch of prospects battling it out to become hunters! The rules and more information later when I’m able to do it with a bit more style.

  But you may ask yourself who will be the prospects? I think that it would be cool if people submitted their sims for it! The reason I didn’t know if I wanted to do this or not is because I don’t know how many people are into my Story “Carnage” and I wasn’t sure how many people would want to submit or donate their sims to me…but I figure you never know until you try so I’ll go ahead with it!

  A little warning though, this challenge is…well..deadly! Some sims will die, some sims though will move on and you’ll see them part of the ‘Carnage’ story, playing minor or major roles or who knows what will become of them! The winner of such challenge though may very well play a big role in the story! Also this challenge will run side by side along with Carnage posts!

  In fact, @floofymilk has a sim in my story, Aiko Fong. I’m going to call her out, she does not really use tumblr much even though I always tell her to make a simblr!

Well….that was longer than I expected it to be…but more info on that coming soon! I think sometime next week (but don’t hold me to that) I’ll start seeing who wants to submit a sim and it’ll be open to those who don’t play Sims 4, you’ll still be able to submit a character…Anyways…more stuff below that isn’t related to anything up above :D

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anonymous asked:

Whenever I see you type 'xox' in the note at the end of a prompt, I read it like some sort of incantation, and, in my head, pronounce it as 'zox'. It's more fun that way.

Oh my god, I love it! If that’s how it’s meant to read, then go for it aha! ‘Zox’, I might use that, it does sound like a spell or something! Do you read it in a funny British accent too? That’s what I’m thinking hehe xox

Don’t Tell Anyone

by Tony Hoagland

We had been married for six or seven years
when my wife, standing in the kitchen one afternoon, told me
that she screams underwater when she swims—

that, in fact, she has been screaming for years
into the blue chlorinated water of the community pool
where she does laps every other day.

Buttering her toast, not as if she had been
concealing anything,
not as if I should consider myself

personally the cause of her screaming,
nor as if we should perform an act of therapy
right that minute on the kitchen table,

—casually, she told me,
and I could see her turn her square face up
to take a gulp of oxygen,

then down again into the cold wet mask of the unconscious.
For all I know, maybe everyone is screaming
as they go through life, silently,

politely keeping the big secret
that it is not all fun
to be ripped by the crooked beak

of something called psychology,
to be dipped down
again and again into time;

that the truest, most intimate
pleasure you can sometimes find
is the wet kiss

of your own pain.
There goes Kath, at one PM, to swim her twenty-two laps
back and forth in the community pool;

—what discipline she has!
Twenty-two laps like twenty-two pages,
that will never be read by anyone.