double bedroom

arosendes  asked:

mcjdjjdjee shaz i know you hate me but !!! PROMPT : simon and raphael meet madzie for the first time at magnus' loft

I combined the two prompts since they were similar, I hope you like it! @100percent–thirsty

It’s been two days since Magnus officially adopt r Madzie from the clave, yet he felt like something was missing.

He whisked around the loft and her bedroom to double cheek that everything was in place, and it most certainly was.

All wards were up to standard, all alcoholic beverages were tightly locked away and the shelves were filled with coloring books, reading books and movies and games.

“Magnus, she’s fine, you’re fine, tell him Madzie” Alec said from his spot on the floor besides Madzie.

Madzie nodded her head when an impatient knock came.

“What could anyone want at this hour” Magnus rolled his eyes and gestured for Alec to stay seated before he got up.

“Raphael” Magnus greeted cheerfully as he swung the door open and saw the vampires “snowflake, it’s been awhile since you visited, is everything alright?” Magnus asked more concerned.

Raphael smiled softly “can’t I visit my dad?” he smirked Magnus stepped out of the doorway.

“Of course you can, is Simon with you?”

“He’s coming” Raphael snorted and stepped in as Simon stumbled up the steps.

“That’s so not fair” Simon panted as if he was a mundane that just ran a marathon and no a vampire that 1. Didn’t need to breathe and 2. Had super speed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Raphael raised an eyebrows and step backwards, his eyes lingering on Simon “you tripped over a garbage can, that’s entirely on you”

“Okay boys, behave” Magnus interrupted before they could continue.

Raphael curtly nodded at Alec and

Simon waved a hello before Madzie’s head peaked out from behind Alec.

Raphael turned quickly to Magnus. “That’s what I forgot, come” Magnus took Raphael’s hand and pulled him towards the living room where and the couches had been pushed aside.

“Raphael,this is Madzie” Magnus gently nudged Raphael to take a seat on the white fur carpet and waved Madzie forward.

“Madzie this is your older brother, Raphael” Madzie hesitantly moved from behind Alec and sat crossed leg in front of Raphael, both of them silent as they take in each other.

“Whoa, hey” Simon grinned “is this the” he gestured widely trying to say ‘hey isn’t this the little girl that kidnaped Clary’ without offending her.

Madzie looked between Alec and Magnus. “This is Simon, he’s Raphael’s boyfriend, this is your family now” Magnus said softly and stroked Madzie’s cheek to calm her.

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The Serenity

The Serenity is a family home built on a 40x30 lot in Newcrest on the Avarice Acres Lot.

Value $247,900

It has
1 Double Bedroom,
2 Child/Toddler Bedroom,
3 Bathrooms,
Living Room,
Kitchen/Dining Room,
Sun Room,

Outside there is a
Swimming Pool,
Table and Chairs,
Garden Planters,
Monkey Bars.

No Custom Content.

Hope you all like.

Download @ TSR    (To be published Feb 8, 2017)

It happened a few weeks ago, when Matt first returned to night shifts. I was having a hard time. I usually do. Adjusting, at least. After some time (and depending on the day and my mood) the anxiety improves and I feel more confident. That night, I had gone through my nightly routine, though I felt I had to double check the bedroom (and triple check the small utility area that connects to our bathroom). I was still barring the door with my guitar (in it’s case), though I have recently pushed myself to rely on just locking it instead to see how I do with that, and after checking under the bed a handful of times and turning out the light next to Matt’s side of the bed, I went back to my side and got down on my knees.
I was tired. And frustrated. And angry. At myself, for moving back the same step I had taken in recent months. For moving back multiple steps. I was frustrated and angry that this was my life. That I couldn’t simply be home alone or go to bed or take a shower or brush my teeth without feeling panicked. That I was terrified of leaving my bedroom door open at night for fear that someone was going to break into the house, planning on raping or murdering me or both, and I wouldn’t have enough time to grab something and fight. Or run. I’m better at running. That I wake from apocalyptic nightmares, or nightmares where I’m alone in my childhood home and, hearing a noise, I walk into the hall to find a man with or without a face standing opposite me, underneath the mini basketball goal we had set up on top of a door at the end of the hall to shoot hoop with a plush ball whenever we felt the need. That I have flashbacks to my father, coming home drunk and high, without his paycheck because he gambled it away again.
My father, covering my mother’s mouth as she screams to me to call the police.
My father, pouring hot coffee down the front of my mother and sending me and my brother and sister out into the yard so we would not witness whatever came next.
My father, holding a gun to my mother’s head.
My father, sexually abusing me for 10 years.
My father, leaving me a Happy Birthday voicemail after 699 days of silence.
My father, thinking that after all this time everything is okay.
Thinking we are okay,
He is okay,
I am okay.
I clasped my hands together and rested them on the bed in front of me, sinking further into my knees. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, counted to four, and breathed out. In. Out. In. Out.
“Dear God,” I began.
“Please help me. Please. Help. I’m so tired. I don’t want to be like this. I don’t want to live like this. I’m tired of feeling like this any time I’m alone at night. Please help me to be brave. To not be afraid, and to not be anxious.”
My eyes became warm. And wet. Tears that would not fall down my cheeks welled up in my eyes.
“Help me to trust you,” I said, finally admitting what was so broken in my relationship with Him. “I don’t trust you. But I want to. Help me to love you. To fully love you. Please God, light a fire in me. I’m ready. I want to change. I can. Please help me. Please, God.”
And then it happened.
My Father, up in Heaven, waiting for this night when I would meet Him halfway.
My Father, who created me in His image.
My Father, who blessed me with so many wonderful friends and family.
My Father, the trinity–the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit–placing what I can only believe to be two palms, so warm my shoulders felt on the verge of burning, on the tops of my shoulders.
My Father, lighting a fire in me.
My Father, promising me that after all this time, that in this moment, everything is okay.
Promising we are okay,
He is okay,
I am okay.

This is where we begin.

Playboy - III

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 ||

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2282

You woke to the sound of muffled voices beyond the ajar double doors of the bedroom. You sat up slowly from the bed and rubbed your eyes before looking around. The clock on the bedside table read 2:34am. You thought maybe it was best that you leave to avoid any awkward encounters in the morning.

You shivered when the thin sheets slipped off your body and you scanned the floor for your clothes. You remembered you had left your dress outside the bedroom. Sehun’s black dress shirt was crumpled in a corner so you quickly shot out of bed and ran to pick it up and put it on. You buttoned up most of it and rubbed your arms to bring back some warmth.

Voices could still be heard outside. One was familiar, Sehun’s smooth voice was unmistakable. The other was deeper, more mature. Curiosity got the better of you and you tiptoed over to look through the crack of the door.

You saw an older man, standing over the couch facing the fireplace. The person he was talking to had his back turned to you, but you could tell by the blonde hair that it was Sehun. The older man was speaking to him, and you strained your ears to catch what he was saying.

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Created By kardofe

kardofe_Colonial Bedroom Star

Created for: The Sims 4
This is a Set with 16 Creations
Full bedroom colonial style, has two types of bed, a double and a single, so the same can decorate a double bedroom one single

i’m sorry that loving me will often
feel like fighting in a war. that you
will have more battle scars than you can
count. that sometimes “i love you” tastes
more like surrender than a victory.

that mine is the sort of love that breaks
bones and captures cities. bites your lip
so the taste of rust lingers. a flag.
a warning. a measured mark of title.
the kind of love you need to recover from.

that some days you will reach for me and
i will be going, gone, ghost. that some
nights i turn myself off with the lights and
the bedroom doubles as a battlefield
where i am more enemy than ally.

that sometimes these hands are made for
hurting and not for holding. healing.
i should hold you more often.
i should.
i’m sorry.

—  all the things i couldn’t say to you in person, by ironedout

tagged by @thelotuslab! thanks buddy! ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

Five things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. my sad money lacking wallet
  2. phone/ipod and headphones
  3. dozens of cheap hair ties that always break, hence why I need to carry more around with me all the time
  4. a cloth to clean my damn glasses with
  5. some sort of food to snack on

Five things in my bedroom:

  1. a little potted African violet sitting in my windowsill (well I usually do, somebody’s moved it in the last few days and idk where it went)
  2. a box of fancy candies and chocolates that I rarely eat
  3. 3 of my aunt’s painting, my bedroom walls doubles as her mini art gallery I swear
  4. a bookshelf that holds most of my video game merchandise
  5. one of my dog’s many beds that he has that sits at the foot of my bed

Five things I’ve always wanted to do in life:

  1. travel across Canada
  2. write a book of poetry/short stories
  3. take my acting skills up a notch
  4. learn to ski/snowboard/ or ice skate
  5. honestly? have a good paying job

Five things that make me happy:

  1. sleeping
  2. eating
  3. video games
  4. doing absolutely nothing while my dog sits on my lap
  5. sunrises/sunsets

Five things people may not know about me:

  1. I occasionally do photography as a side job
  2. I’m really good at using a bow. in the warmer months one of my favourite things to do is shoot a few arrows in the countryside
  3. my town’s really big in the filming industry so as a blessed result I’ve been an extra for two tv shows and one movie
  4. one of my dream jobs is to be a geneticist, but that’s probably never gonna happen haha
  5. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m not going to tag anybody, but if you’d like to do this go right ahead!