timeskip clubbing! finally, Neptune gives the princesses the martini glasses and umbrellas they desperately needed. I gave Venus a cocktail dress per Alice’s request, and of course Neptune needed something glamorous, but somehow Jupiter ended up in frat boy clothes…
The Signs as Lana Del Rey lyrics - long version & astrological explanation
Maybe I like this roller coaster, maybe it keeps me high, maybe the speed it brings me closer, I could sparkle up your eye // Movement, speed, the thrill of the rush
He likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont, slipping on my red dress, putting on my makeup. Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes: he says it feels like heaven to him // Appealing to the senses, romantic subtleties, the finest things in life
I drive fast, wind in my hair, I push you to the limits 'cause I just don't care, you ask me where I been? I've been everywhere, now I don't wanna be nowhere but here // Dynamism, challenging personality, charismatic experiences
In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an Angel living in the garden of evil, screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, shining like a fiery beacon // "The Outsider" trying to fit in, doing their best
The power of youth is on my mind: sunsets, small town, I'm out of time. Will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty? // The need to love and be loved intensely & completely
Lost but now I am found, I can see that once I was blind, I was so confused as a little child, tried to take what I could get, scared that I couldn't find all the answers // The desperate need to know and control everything
I got my red dress on tonight, dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight. Done my hair up real big beauty queen style, high heels off, I'm feeling alive // Just enjoying the moment, princess-style, alluring and dazzling
I'm feeling electric tonight: cruising down the coast going 'bout 99. Got my bad baby by my heavenly side, I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight // Feeling powerful, defying the law, the acceptance of death as something natural and the power of love
I know that I'm a mess with my long hair and my sun tan, short dress, bare feet, I don't care what they say about me // "I woke up like this" and being blunt about it
He said to "be cool" but I'm already coolest, I said to “get real, don't you know who you're dealing with? Um, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?” // Self-assured attitude, love for luxury
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art // Love for freedom and art, the need to make a change, create something meaningful
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality... Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean // Adaptability, ever changing personality, emotional connection with the sea
and at first it’s very confusing because i never applied to this agency. but then they explained they saw my cv online and felt i might be suited for a job at one of their clients’. they ask if i can come in a few hours for an informal interview and i’m like sure.
now what she said about the job on the phone was “customer service: answering the phone”. so i naturally assume it’s about being in a big room with a ton of other damned souls answering phone calls all day from aggressive customers. so i’m like “that’s the type of min wage job that’d make me suicidal but i really need the money rn, might as well accept for now” and i also think “well they called me from a job search website so they’re obviously desperate. shitty job + desperate agency = no need to stress over it”.
so i dress in what they call here “smart casual” (casual but not “nerd tshirt/am in my pyjamas/my jeans have fashionable holes in them” casual. think more “bookseller casual”) and i hop on the bus.
i arrive and go into a room with the woman who called me and she starts interviewing me and taking notes on my CV. i haven’t prepared and idk anything about the job so i’m not making a lot of efforts tbh. i’m still convinced it’s the job described above so i’m going into this very chill. i still try tho, you know, and i’m pleasant and i put on the Interview Smile, and all.
when it’s over, she finally goes:
“ok, let me tell you a bit more about the job now”
and it’s like
it’s not what i thought.
it’s more of an admin/assistant job and it doesn’t sound like the type of job that would make me suicidal, and it’s full time, and everyone that was sent there got a promotion real fast, and the salary is way more than i was ever paid in my life
and that’s when i went
they’re calling me at the end of the week to let me know
I just really need to vent so I hope you dont mind. A year ago I had to stop dressing goth because I desperately need a job, higher paid than minimum wage. Ever since I feel like such a fake in the community, I'm too ashamed to tag it #gothgoth (1)
I know it’s not all about fashion but I hate that I can’t express myself. I’ve tried different styles of clothing and make up but they often clash together. I still kept my jewlery but I feel like a poser while wearing it with “normal” clothing.
I kind of feel like I don’t belong anymore in the alt community but I desperately want back because it’s where I belong. But I can’t. All because people here frown upon things like tattoos/piercings/odd hairstyles etc.
I don’t even dress like that in my free time because my in-laws hate it and everyone thinks I look so much better in “normal” stuff rather than what I used to wear. I’m kind of dying on the inside because of all thins. :( Sorry to bother you
I know this feeling, I went through this with my school in the US. (Seniors didn’t have to wear uniforms but were given a strict business casual dress code to follow. I have never felt so uncomfortable and trapped in my life, since I was not used to restrictions of any kind. Ironically they said it was because it let us show more individuality. Yeah right.) Because of the lack of body modifications and dyed hair, I look very “normal” unless I’ve done my make-up or hair. (Many people I go to college with never even see the real me because it’s not always efficient to spend time on the look in the morning.) It can be very draining on a person because the outside just does not match the inside.
It was the very small things that helped me feel more like myself. When I realised my corset wasn’t against the dress code, I started wearing that every day. Sometimes it was under my clothes, sometimes it was out for everyone to see, but it was always there. When I started working a customer service job I tried to balance the look and often ended up wearing lace shirts with jeans or a simple lace dress. Sometimes I’d slip a pair of skeleton ear rings in there. It’s the very small things that make a big difference. I have had terrible lack of motivation and energy this year and I barely bother to put effort in my looks at the moment. One thing that really helped me out was my harness, because it’s such a simple accessory but it transforms the look entirely. Try to find your own corset or harness: the smallest thing that makes the biggest difference.
Have you ever heard of the style corporate goth or corp goth for short? It’s worth looking into. It’s basically a way to express your style and still look professional in a corporate setting. There might be some more ideas in that area so look it up on Google, Google Images and Tumblr tags. Even if you can’t change your look in the workplace, try to start being more open with your look with your in-laws. They are a part of your family and you are theirs. Your look is not hurting anybody (seems to do the complete opposite!) and they should accept you as you are and they should want you to feel comfortable with yourself. Maybe the others think you look better when your style is “normal” but you’re clearly not enjoying it and you should not have to feel that way just to please others.
Also, two things:
1. Never ever think you’re a poser. No such thing. You feel goth, you are goth, you are welcome in the community. 2. Don’t be sorry for wanting to vent your feelings. Sometimes you just really need to let it out, even if it serves no other purpose than to put those feelings into words.
Gotta balance my budget between my makeup, my tattoo fund, concert tickets, and also my bills but I’m also in desperate need of clothes because I went up two dress sizes and I need jeans which is the worst thing to shop for
I need a Riarkle/Lucaya AU where Lucas and Maya used to date but had a bad breakup and because of that haven’t talked in years. and I need them to come together again because Riley and Farkle break up. I need them to conspire to get their best friends back together together, I need them to plot and scheme and slowly fall back in love in the process, I need them to realize why they lovedeach other again, why they still love each other because of their best friends. (I also need Riley and Farkle to know exactly what’s going on the whole time but still end up going along with it, going on the illy disguised dates Lucas and Maya organize, and pretending to be surprised when they end up trapped in a closet together, but still end up coming back together anyways)
I need a Riarkle/Lucaya AU where they’re all teachers. Where Lucas and Farkle make the move from High School teaching to elementary, where Farkle is instantly enchanted by Riley Matthews, the kindergarten teacher with a semi permanent streak of purple paint over the bridge of her pretty nose. I need Farkle to take advantage of every opportunity to be near Riley, to beg and plead with Lucas to come to Riley’s friend’s gallery opening with him ‘because it would be weird to go by himself’. I need Lucas to be completely amused by the whole thing because he’s never seen Farkle like this, because his dorky best friend has finally found a girl who lights up his world and it’s endearing. I need Lucas to be wondering if he’ll ever find the same thing right when he sees Maya and knows he has.
I need a Riarkle/Lucaya AU where they’re all strangers in the same apartment. I need Farkle to be an inventor working from home who never leaves his apartment, who no one in the building has ever really seen. But I need him to have a cat (because his mother insists its not healthy to have no relationships outside of the robots he creates) that hates him and is always escaping out the window to Riley’s place on the floor bellow when Farkle isn’t looking. I need Riley to slowly begin to look forward to the times she opens her door to see the disheveled, tired, scientist seeking his Siamese, I need her to see that cat crawling through her window and instantly start smoothing down her hair and looking for cuter pajamas. I need Lucas and Maya to both be caught in awkward positions when the fire alarm goes off, to be standing shivering outside the building when they meet in nothing but their respective grumpy cat night gown and boxer shorts. I need Maya to tease Lucas about the ducks printed on his shorts and I need Lucas be the gentlemen he is and walk Maya to her door only to realize that they’re neighbors. I need Lucas to come out of his apartment and encounter a pizza guy six times before he puts his foot down and shows up at Maya’s door with a home cooked meal and buckets of charm. I need Farkle to walk by Lucas’ apartment every time he’s on his way to Riley’s (to pick up his cat of course, not just to see her, to hear her charming laugh, to look into her warm brown eyes, because that would be ridiculous) and hear the same unsightly clanking without fail from the Texans apartment. I need Lucas to come home from work one day, tired and sore, only to scream when he finds Farkle sitting in front of his radiator with a full set of tools, screw driver clenched between his teeth (And I need Maya to come rushing into the apartment, baseball bat in hand, ready to protect the Texas boy from the intruder). I need Riley and Maya to meet down in the laundry room because some older woman sees fit to bully Riley out of her washing machine, I need Maya to come to her defense with such fierceness and snark that the two instantly can never forget each other. I need them all to get locked in the buildings basement of all things, I need them to come together in a dark damp room where Farkle falls asleep on Riley’s shoulder, his hateful cat purring between them, and Maya schools Lucas’ ass at go fish. I need them to come together slowly likely magnets unfailingly attracted to one another.
I need a Riarkle/Lucaya Reality Show AUs where it’s literally the Bachelor and Riley and Maya are competing for Lucas’ heart, except not really. Because honestly Maya’s only there for moral support, it’s Riley who’s supposed to be the one after Lucas, supposed to be the one falling in love. And she does. But with the wrong person. I need Riley to fall for the dork behind the camera, to be the only one who asks Farkle how he is when he comes in to shoot cameos and be the one person who will always see passed the clunky equipment and wave at him. I need her to spend most of her time in single shots making faces to make him smile when he’s editing, or speaking in terrible accents just to make him laugh behind the camera. And I need Maya, skeptical, sarcastic Maya, to be the one to get the first impression rose, the one to get the first date and be completely confused by it. I need her to confront Lucas, headstrong and frustrated, and slowly see him for who he really is. I need her to be one of the only ones laughing at his lame jokes on cocktail nights and be the first one he goes to talk to on any group date. I need Lucas to get halfway through the show and call it all off, because he’s found the girl he wants to be with and he finds no point in making everyone else stick around. I want them to decide to date first, to let their relationship grow despite the pressures of the audience because they enjoy being with each other and a ring is not going to make that any more real than it already is.
I need a Riarkle/Lucaya fake relationship AU where Riley and Farkle are getting married and Maya is single. I need her to panic about seeing her ex boyfriend Josh (who’s happily engaged to Jasmine) at the wedding and at the last minute convince Lucas to pose as her date to the event. I need the entire Matthews, Hart, Friar, and Minkus clan to be thrilled that the two are dating, raving about how they never quite thought of the two of them together but now that they see them together, how they work, they couldn’t imagine either of them with anyone else. I need Lucas and Maya to have to awkwardly kiss in front of everyone they know to keep up the act, I want the two to feel something, be completely taken aback by it. I need Riarkle to be going through wedding preparations in the background, Riley dragging Maya to a dress fitting while Farkle drags Lucas to what has to be the hundredth floral appointment. (I need Riley to be a bit of a Bridezilla, to be kind but still stressed, to be cautious of every superstition in the book while Farkle just abides to her wishes with fond amusement) I need Rilaya at Riley’s bachelorette party and Lucas and Farkle and Zay together for Farkle’s bachelor shindig, and I need both parties to take a moment to tell Lucas and Maya how happy they are that the two found each other, how they can see how happy they make each other. I need Lucas and Maya to question everything, to look at each other differently, to be angsty and confused because they think they’re the only ones feeling this way. And I need Riarkle’s wedding to go wrong, I need everything that could go bad to go bad, I need it to rain and for the flowers to get delayed and for the cake to collide with the floor. And I need Riarkle to be separate through all of it, Riley tearfully panicking over her ripped wedding dress with Maya and Farkle pinching the bridge of his bleeding nose with Lucas, I need them both to wonder if this is a sign, for them to question it all too, for them to doubt for just a moment before they see each other. I need them to both meet in the church’s bathroom of all things, both trying to avoid each other to preserve any luck they have left, both completely frazzled and frustrated and worried until they make eye contact and it all goes away. I need Farkle to be overwhelmed with how beautiful Riley is in her ripped dress and I need Riley to gentle kiss the bridge of Farkle’s bruised nose and I need them to both start huffing chuckles of disbelief at how crazy it all got, about how there doves they arranged are flying free through the reception hall and how their officiant apparently mixed their location up with a nearby circus. I need a panicked Lucas and Maya to find the two of them laughing hysterically on the bathroom floor, arms circled around one another and all troubles melted away. I need the two to have their wedding out in the middle of the rain, for their officiant to be a newly certified Cory Matthews, for the two to press rain soaked foreheads together before they kiss, hands interlocked tightly in between them. And I need for Lucas and Maya to come together after the ceremony, for them to argue about who gets to speak first, about who’s announcement to the other is more urgent, and I need Maya to get frustrated half way through, to pull Lucas Friar in by the lapels of his suit and kiss him senseless because actions speak louder than words right. (And I desperately need Riley giggling in her wedding dress as her new husband feeds her ice cream cake in the small Dairy Queen nearby, I need the whole wedding party in suits, ties, and formal dresses ordering blizzards to replace the ruined cake)
I need Riarkle/Lucaya AUs guys, I need the two relationships to be interlaced, I need them to go hand and hand, I need them in different universes and timelines and freaking planets and I really hope I’m not the only one.
I made a sim. Her name is Crow:) I desperately needed to try the amazing dress by @imperialsim
She is my only female sim. I made her about 5 years ago and since then I was just remaking her whenever i needed a new sim. This is another of these remakes:) I found my old sims 3 back-up on our external hard drive today and she was saved there:)
I hope you guys can forgive me for the mega wait. Work was just insane this week. To make up for it, here have some extra long wedding head canons! :) I included pictures of dresses found via google images search.
For mood music: I recommend ‘White Dress’ by Ben Rector.
You didn’t care the slightest that Eisuke went overboard on the wedding details. Eisuke throwing his money around came with the territory of being his. You accepted the huge glitz and glam wedding affair early on during wedding planning. You had only one condition, the wedding dress. He had zero say and couldn’t see it until the day of. It drove Eisuke insane for months, with many failed attempts to sneak a peek.
Until at last it was the day off, with only a few minutes before the start of the ceremony. For the first time all morning, you were alone. With all the commotion of constant people around, the quiet time was much appreciated. Standing before the antique full-length white wooden mirror in your bridal suite. You lifted a short top layer of organza to fiddle with, feeling nervous. Not about Eisuke, but the elaborate wedding you were talked into. Feeling doubtful for the first time. There were hundreds of people out there! And you had to walk down that long aisle in front of all them?
So preoccupied with your thoughts, you hadn’t heard the door creak open. Two arms wrapping themselves around your beaded waist startled you. Their strong grip kept you sturdy and standing upright. Otherwise you would have found your white dress soiled with dirty from the ground. Glancing up in the mirror you see an unusual sight. Eisuke showing a rare honest smile, one only you will ever see. Not his usual confident smirk, or cocky grin, but a real loving smile. You want to reprimand him for seeing you before the ceremony, but your heart is singing. Your nerves escape and you are at ease again.
“You’re beautiful.” He bends down kissing your cheek lightly so as not to mess up your makeup.
“Let’s go get married.”
For awhile after Soryu’s proposal you had the worst worries. Your main concern was his expectations for your wedding. You hadn’t discussed any plans yet, and it was making you ill with worry. Was he obligated to invite the whole mob to your wedding? What about the other mobs the Ice Dragon’s held close relations with? Were they expecting invites too? You wouldn’t know how to deal with wedding full of mob guests. What if something went wrong? A fight? A rival mob appearing? A blood bath at your reception? You didn’t know how to approach Soryu with these thoughts, that were spiraling out of control. Until at last Soryu forced it out of you.
He laughed. Right in your face, which was a deep flushed red thanks to him. He could have had some courtesy for your feelings. After his half hearted apology, Soryu explained his desires for a small intimate wedding. Family, close friends, and a few select Ice Dragons only. You felt relief at your future husband voicing the same plans you secretly wanted. The two of you began wedding planning together. At first you hadn’t wanted to overwork Soryu with the wedding, but he insisted on his involvement. At least until today.
“Are you sure I should be here?” Soryu questioned loudly through the closed dressing room door. “I thought the groom shouldn’t see the dress until the wedding.”
“It’s just a silly superstition, besides I need your opinion desperately. I fell in love with this dress, but I’m afraid it’s too risque and not me. I’d rather make a fool of myself in front of you instead of all our guests too.” With blushing cheeks you open the door and step out. Standing unevenly with one leg a slight bit forward, exposing the long slit up to mid thigh. Glancing up Soryu’s mouth is gaping open, with a light pink tint to his cheekbones. Yet he is silent, you are about to question him, when he blurts out his unfiltered thoughts.
“You’re gorgeous.” He pulls you into his arms, his broad chest overwhelming you. Giving in you snuggle against his warm body.
“It’s not too tight and skanky?” You ask feeling nervous, but a passionate kiss erases your fears.
“Never.” His hot breath whispers against your lips capturing them again.
His complete lack of interest soon became evident. It wasn’t far enough in the planning process for canceling the wedding plans to become an issue. Perhaps it was a detail the two of you should have discussed before charging through and making plans. Too late for remorse now though, it’s already done and over. The typical large scale event hall wedding, that Mamoru and you both assumed the other wanted, had been cancelled. Instead plans for a simple city hall ceremony were taking place. Neither of you felt any regrets. You didn’t need a ritzy overkill wedding, you just wanted to marry your Mamoru.
Your only desire was the wedding dress. You felt a bit silly, after all it was going to be just one day. You were sure to have a suitable outfit in your closet already. Even so. Part of you yearned for a puffy white Cinderella gown. It might look a bit ridiculous wearing a traditional full length wedding dress. Feeling a bit self-conscious, it took you ages before you found a dress you fell in love with. It had been waiting for you. It was perfect. With the perfect amount of poof, letting you feel like a princess, but not in an overkill manner.
“You look great kid.” You turned to Mamoru and scolfed.
“Just ‘great’? Gee thanks babe.” You pout, more so about him still referring to you as ‘kid’, even after all this time together.
“You look like a cupcake. Better sweetheart?” Your pout turned into a frown.
“Mamo-” You begin, torn between wanting to say something or not. Did you really want to fight on your wedding day though? Mamoru’s idiotic remarks were so not worth it. As you were deciding, he pulled you flushed against him. Leaning his head down to your neck.
“Mamoru!” You squeal and push him away.
“You are not giving me a hickey before our wedding!” You protest trying to create more room between you two. Mamoru being bigger and stronger proved it to be difficult.
“Then you shouldn’t look so delectable, I just wanna eat you up right now.” He teases, waggling his eyebrows at you. You frown for a moment before letting his pervy thoughts escape without a lecture. Pressing a light kiss on his lips, you are quick to pull away before he can seduce you into anything more.