had this on my mind for ages

tsu-berry  asked:

OK!! SO. You're the only one who will appreciate this. So my Patriarch Sim died. And I was TOTALLY EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR IT. And I had a WHOLE PLOT in mind for how my Founder was going to cope etc. She JUST AGED UP like the night he died. She goes to his Urn, starts crying, and I get the notification she died. Oh my god, please. I can't. I TOTALLY GET IT NOW. uuuaaah.

Sims 4, throwing plot twists left and right just for the hell of it. I’m sorry, bb! At least you’ll be able to see their ghosts sometimes :3

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Interesting fact: I occasionally get really strong feelings that things will happen and then they actually do?? Like a while ago I had a feeling that I would soon see my old best friend that I hadn't talked to in ages, and then the next day I actually saw her randomly and we talked! I once won the chocolate wheel because i had a strong positive feeling with the number i picked and won with it. I've also had a feeling that I'd have luck multiple times and then found money on the ground!

that’s super cool!!!

FUNFACT

I don’t have these same feelings as you do, but nonetheless

I’m super lucky

(i attribute that to my being born on friday the 13th)(makes it cooler in my mind)

INTERESTING FACT ABOUT YOURSELF AND I WILL REPLY WITH AN INTERESTING FACT ABOUT MYSELF

A movie about Viola Davis because her life deserves to be known

The only picture I have of my childhood is the picture of me in kindergarten, I have this expression on my face — it’s not a smile, it’s not a frown. I swear to you, that’s the girl who wakes up in the morning and who looks around her house and her life saying, ‘I cannot believe how God has blessed me.’ “ 

“I would jump in trash bins with maggots looking for food, and I would steal from the corner store because I was hungry, I never had any kids come to my house because my house was a condemned building, it was boarded up, it was infested with rats. I was one of those kids who were poor and knew it.” 

“I was the kind of poor where I knew right away I had less than everyone around me. We had nothing, I cannot believe my life, I just can’t, I’m so blessed. I would jump in trash bins with maggots looking for food, and I would steal from the corner store because I was hungry, I never had any kids come to my house because my house was a condemned building, it was boarded up, it was infested with rats. I was one of those kids who were poor and knew it.”

“It became a motivation as opposed to something else — the thing about poverty is that it starts affecting your mind and your spirit because people don’t see you, I chose from a very young age that I didn’t want that for my life. And it very much has helped me appreciate and value the things that are in my life now because I never had it. A yard, a house, great plumbing, a full refrigerator, things that people take for granted, I don’t.”

I first envisioned myself as an actor after I watched Cicely Tyson in The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman when I was a child.”

“It wasn’t until then that I had a visual manifestation of the target I wanted to hit, It also gave me hope for the future and a different life for myself, she helped me have a very specific drive of how I was going to crawl, walk, run from that environment.”

“I became an artist, and thank God I did, because we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life,” 

13.05.17 // Updated my physics window for the first time in ages! Had some thoughts over the past few weeks surrounding a free scalar field universe model so I drew them up as well as some old game theory because I watched a Beautiful Mind and felt nostalgic. I hope you are all having wonderful days / evening / whatever plane of existentialism you currently observe 😉

Hold the phone!

Ok so I was talking about Voltron with my 12yr old little brother who absolutely LOVES it, and when I mentioned something about Pidge lying about her age to get into the Garrison he looked at me like I had three heads.

“Uh no,” he said, obviously ready to correct my ignorance. “Remember? She was already in the school herself but then they kicked her out so she changed her name and went as a boy to get back in and keep searching.” And guys…looking back I can’t disprove that…I think he’s actually right, and I don’t know how I missed that?? Watch those episodes again…

My mind is blown, maybe Pidge isn’t as young as the fandom generally says she is? What think ye?

EDIT: I’m getting loads of comments on this so go read this where I explain a little more about the most common questions/replies

I never pranked my parents again after the incident.

by reddit user Eigengraulogy

I was 11 years old when it happened.

As a kid, I knew that something wasn’t quite right with the events that unfolded at the time. Even though it was never brought up again under any circumstances by either one of my parents, it’s something that always stuck with me. I can’t say it’s a memory that I tried to suppress seeing as it was always there at the back of my mind, bothering me like an itch that wouldn’t go away unless properly scratched.

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The Romance Scene I Wanted with Fenris:

Soft kiss, give him a backrub so he can relax, tell him he’s great, cuddle with armour on, he’s not ready and Hawke doesn’t push, a slow romance that’s about trust, Fenris opens up in all cutscenes after this and his constant tension eases.

The Romance Scene I Got:

SLAM Fenris against the wall, biting kisses, Hawke tops, Fenris has flashbacks midway through and HAwke doesn’t even notice, Hawke passes out and Fenris stays up having panic attacks about repressed memories and Hawke is personally offended?? Fenris breaks up with Hawke because wtf wtf WTF HAWKE

ACOMAF Demi-fae

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my crack pot theory.

There are Demi-fae in ACOMAF. I am not sure how I missed this, over and over and over again. Actually I do, I just finished the TOG series, so the connection never lite up in my brain until @propshophannah​ pointed it out.

I’m going to start with Mama Archeron. I have the hardest time believing that she died of typhus. The idea never settled with me from my first read. I just cannot see this lady of the house slumming in camps or hanging out with wildlife where she would have been infected by louse. If the house was infested the family would have been infected. I will admit that I could be reading too much into this, but it has always nagged in the back of my mind. (313, TAR)

Mama Archeron died when Feyre was 8, Nesta is 11. Let’s say she had Nesta in her mid-twenties. She should have been about 35 when she “died”. What if she faked her death? What if it came to her attention that she was not aging as a human should be. With that said, what if Mama Archeron decided it was a good time to fake her death?

Stay with me here. If Mama Archeron is a Demi-fae, that means the girls are. Which would solve so many of the thoughts tugging in the back of my mind, such as:

1. Nesta is immune to glamour because of her strong will?  She is somehow immune to both Tamlin and Cassian’s glamour? Sorry, no. Tamlin was able to Glamour his entire supporting household from Feyre, Tamlin was able to keep Feyre hidden from Rhys until he noticed the third place setting at the table.

2. Feyre’s Prescience. I have a whole post that you can read about it but to sum it up Feyre has a bit of foresight. This is a girl that painted the Attor, although she had never seen him (182, TAR). Her visions of the moonstone palace (375, TAR). Those two little faeries in the garden (76, TAR), the bad feeling she gets from the queens (389, MAF). Feyre can also taste magic, since we only have Feyre’s view this could be something or nothing (45, TAR).

3. Elain, now I have comb these damn books and the only thing that came up Elain can talk anyone into anything it seems. It does not seem like much of a power to me, but it could lead to something greater.

4. The three sisters are mated to not just any fae, but powerful ones.

4a. Feyre was mated to Rhys, two years before UtM. She was a half-starved girl painting flowers on a table and her equal is the most powerful high lord in Prythian. I’m sorry, what?! Unless there was something more to the Feyre.

4b. Elain is Lucien’s mate. I know some of you will disagree with me, but I do not believe Lucien is as weak as he appears. He is a son of a high lord and I have a feeling that his family sensed that he was going to be heir.

4c. Wings and Embers hints that Nesta is mated with the strongest Illyrian, the commander of the Night Court armies. In this scene I also think that Nesta feels it too, when she accuses him of using some sort of fae magic.

5. The mortal queens. The sixth queen did not even show herself in Hybern. The sixth queen seems connected to the sisters. She is not ill and also not present to gain immortality from the Cauldron. What if the sixth queen is of a demi-fae realm?

7. The Suriel has one hell of an interest in Feyre.

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Hey , i saw in your mind…do we really want to get into who’s more pathetic than whom?  » happy birthday jay

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don’t mind me i’m just crying at 1x04 malec and the “there’s nothing to ashamed of” vs the 2x10 “i love you” scene x

I think that if we had met under the right circumstances, we would’ve been perfect for each other. But life doesn’t work that way, and I’m always a little too late.
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-We could’ve written a love story for the ages.

-m.t.t.

Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.

Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
*
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.

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And Dorian doesn’t mind…I hope.

I hope you are happy, nonny. This kinda popped into my head and I had to make the thing waaaay bigger. 

Anyway, it was a good excuse to draw new comic and fill in some blanks so no regrets :> 

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Moving Forward with Paralympian Beatrice Vio

This post is in celebration of Women’s History Month. Throughout March, we’ll be highlighting the stories of women doing extraordinary things around the world.

Paralympian Beatrice Vio’s (@bebe_vio) relationship with fencing started at age 5. “It was love at first sight,” says the gold medalist, now 20, from Venice, Italy. In 2008, Beatrice contracted meningitis, which resulted in the amputation of both legs from the knee and both arms from the forearm, with severe scarring to her face and body. “Getting back into fencing was the only thing I had on my mind,” she says. “Some people said it was impossible, but I did it!” Today, Beatrice competes in wheelchair fencing, using a special prosthetic device, created by her father, to hold her foil (a fencing weapon). “In wheelchair fencing, you can’t move backward — you can only attack,” she says. “This is the same thing that you have to do in life, and I always do.”

#BATIM #BendyAndTheInkMachine

so I guess this is my design for Henry??  lots of folks were making them, so why not, right?  I kinda had a more tired, droll-humored Martin Freeman in mind while drawing him hahaha

Considering how he just kinda RIPPED those ropes apart and has been hacking and slashing his way though the studio with an axe, I figure Henry’s older but has aged pretty well and still has a bit of muscle on him.  Maybe he served in the war; who knows!

(drawn in MSPaint because that’s all I have on hand at the moment)

I’m not sure if I’m gonna consistently draw him like this in the future; we’ll see!

You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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felicity smoak week | day 7. free day (or the ep that made me give arrow a second chance)

i’m pretty sure i said this ages ago, but i couldn’t watch another episode of arrow based on the pilot. i suppose it’s because it lacked emotional depth. also, i wasn’t rooting for the intended ship. but on the night of christmas eve, my brother was on this episode (or maybe the episode before, i can’t recall), and he said, “she talks in a very particular way, doesn’t she?” or something like that. in my mind, i was thinking, “who is that? i don’t remember seeing her from the pilot,” and then the Iconic Elevator Scene happened. i thought they had chemistry, and i thought what they had was just different and special — because of her. she was so lively, smart, and witty, and, yes, people, i was smoaked

so, it is because of her (and olicity, i’ll be honest lol) that i gave arrow another chance, and then i was graced with her presence on episode three. i’m not gonna lie — i waited for her to appear with every single episode from then on.