i have a lot of screenshots to get through

A pretty photo I found in my screenshot folder for TS3. I’ve been thinking about revisiting it lately after having a look back through my Periwinkle tag. It’s been 5 years since I began posting about my favourite sim family and I do kinda want to get to generation 10. 

I’m thinking of moving them to Isla Paradiso since I want to try out all of the dive spot stuff. Whenever I try a custom world I get that strange hovering above the lot and it really bothers me.

It’s been a while since I last tried to load so I’m hoping it will be less juttery. Still some TS4 stuff in the queue but you may see from TS3 in the near future :)


My first time completing the White-Gold Tower! \o/

Some stuff about the Sans fight that you may not have known

So I discovered some interesting things related to the Sans fight, mostly by browsing r/Underminers, looking through the game’s code (as produced by this decompiler), and playing the fight to test things out.  Most of this is related to KARMA or Karmic Retribution or whatever you want to call it.  Under a cut since I’m including screenshots and they might take up a lot of space.

Keep reading

Pro Divorce.

(warning: long story)

This all happened to me a few years ago. I told a friend the story of my divorce and I was told to share.

Started a few years ago. I thought we were happy. We were your usual suburban professional couple. Financially secure, healthy, good sex life, two kids (14f and 9m at the time). I thought we had a healthy social life.

We were going through one of your typical married couple rough patches. Both of us were working long hours, not spending enough time together, we were going through some developmental problems with my son and tensions in the house were running a little high.

Keep reading

I seem to do this thing where I forget really emotional parts of my life. Like I’ll go through old screenshots and my personal tag and realize that I forgot most of the details of a relationship, traumatic experiences, or a fight I had with a friend or family member. Hell, I even forgot I was suicidal not once, but twice. That’s the kind of shit you should probably remember, right? But I’ll be able to recall facts and theories forever. Some of my significant others get really offended by how I don’t remember 99% of our relationship. The thing is, I barely remembered what we did or said even when we dated. 

What really gets me is that often I’ll screenshot and save nice things ppl say about me just for me to go back to on bad days, a lot of those nice things mean a lot to me and can help me so much when things are bad or I’m having issues with my self-worth.

And going through some of that a few were things said by the person who blocked me and some were things said by people who I’m not certian follow me anymore and I’m not trying to say people can’t separate themselves from me if they need to it just feels weird when they seemed to have such positive feelings. It feels like abandonment in a way and makes me feel as if they never truly liked me to begin with. Which then makes me question if anyone does or if they’re all inevitably going to leave when they get tired of pretending to like me.

It’s just my abandonment issues, nobody else is genuinely doing anything wrong I’m just clingy and have a hard time managing the feelings it all brings up for me and I wish I wasn’t like this. I’m sorry.

Pro Divorce

Throwaway as this might not make me very popular, even in ProRevenge.

This all happened to me a few years ago. I told a friend the story of my divorce and I was told to share.

Started a few years ago. I thought we were happy. We were your usual suburban professional couple. Financially secure, healthy, good sex life, two kids (14f and 9m at the time). I thought we had a healthy social life.

We were going through one of your typical married couple rough patches. Both of us were working long hours, not spending enough time together, we were going through some developmental problems with my son and tensions in the house were running a little high.

I noticed that she was spending a lot more time on her phone texting with her “girlfriends”. I didn’t think much of it. I started making a much more concerted effort to get out of work when I could, help around the house and be more emotionally available, but over the course of a few weeks the gulf just kept getting wider.

I ended up accidentally finding some messages when I charged up an old IPad for my son to use. Her FB messenger was still logged in and there were a lot of highly questionable messages with a guy from her hometown who I will call JimBobCooter or JBC for short. The messages weren’t completely inappropriate, but I could tell there were quite a few missing based on the times and context of the messages. I made a mental note to keep an eye on this and went about trying to fix things up.

The next day after I took the day off to knock out some projects that I thought would make her happy, and left her some sweet notes reminding her how much I appreciated her she was once again in the corner of the living room “texting her girlfriends”.

I took the boys iPad to the office opened up FB messenger and watched in real time as my wife tore me down. Her and JBC were making fun of me. All of my flaws, insecurities and secrets I entrusted to my partner were now fodder for her and JBC. Not only that, but while there wasn’t outright sexting there was a sexual undertone to the whole conversation, especially when she was bashing my performance in the sack.

I managed to take some screenshots, but missed a good bit of the messages, because as the conversation was unfolding she was deleting them.

I wasn’t emotionally capable of confronting her. I stayed in the office until she was asleep and had a couple drinks.

I took off the next day and spent some time soul searching, drinking and trying to figure out what to do. The wife came home and wanted to know what was wrong and I just coped out and told her I had a bad day. A couple minutes later I was watching the iPad as the train wreck kept unfolding.

So began a couple solid weeks of taking screenshots, drinking and detaching myself from the relationship. I knew there was no going back from this. The messages were now overtly sexual with my wife completely into it, and JBC was sprinkling in “I love you’s”.

I consulted a lawyer and got my options, and started moving forward.

Here’s where everything got absolutely surreal. Watching the messages I found out JBC was coming to town to spend a weekend of quality time with my wife in a pretty nice hotel. I was missing a good bit of the info, they must have had a phone conversation about it at some point, but I was able to infer enough to get the when and where.

Sure as shit the next day the wife is buttering me up and wanting to take a spa weekend with the girls to relax and when she gets back we can really focus on our marriage. I go with it all the way. It’s the greatest idea she’s ever had, and I’ll do anything to get us back on track.

I get with the lawyer and have him draft a strong separation agreement stating that she would move out, she would get weekend visitation, no child support in the interim until the divorce is final. Then I sit through the most agonizing two weeks of my life. After all this most of my feelings for her are completely gone, and I’m just seething with anger like I’ve never felt before.

D-day arrives. I take the day off work. I Withdraw half of any money in any accounts we are joint on, leave her half alone. I had already redirected my paycheck to a new bank. I close our money market account and get a cashiers check for her half and deposit my half in my new account. I stop at office max and print out about 75 pages of FB messenger screenshots, and I kill time because I don’t want to be at home.

She texts me that she’s taking off and that she loves me. I tell her to have fun.

I show up to the hotel at about 830 and call the wife’s phone from the lobby. It goes straight to VM. They are probably already at it, whatever. I walk up to the front desk and ask if I can use the phone to be connected to JBCs room. It rings three times and he picks up.

JBC: Hello?

Me: JBC, can you send my wife down to the lobby please?

JBC: I don’t know what you’re talking about bro.

Me: Ok then. I guess I’ll have to call Mrs. JBC and get her down here. (Totally a bluff. I knew he was married, and I knew her first name but that was it.)

JBC: (Inaudible, shuffling, panic)

Me: You got five minutes. Click

Not even two minutes later my wife comes walking out of the elevator looking a little flustered. I sit her down in the corner of the lobby.

Her: Starts spewing bullshit saying it’s not what it seems etc etc.

Me: I’m not here to argue. The things that are said in this pile of papers are what’s going on. The only way I’m not giving a copy of this to daughter, your parents and emailing it to everyone we know is if you move out immediately. (Wife was very prideful. Daughter was going through a rebellious teen phase and her knowing probably would have forever killed their relationship. Wife was also her parents golden child and she always worried about what they thought of her. I didn’t have much leverage and shame was my only card to play. Also her professional life is built up around her image, so I knew she would protect that at all costs.)

Her: Sniffle, mumble, inaudible

Me: This is a check for half of the money market account. I’ve withdrawn my half of the money from all the other joint accounts. You should have more than enough to get a place.

She starts to cry a little. I could almost see the different thoughts and waves of emotions going through her, but now was the time to keep pressing.

Me: Here is a separation agreement that I think is more than fair considering what’s going on. I’m going to need you to look this over, sign it, and leave it at the house when you get your stuff. Do you want to look through these screenshots?

Her: No.

Me: Ok. Go have fun with JBC. Do not come back to the house or I’m going to send this (holds up ream of screenshots) to everyone.

I bounce out of the lobby, and I can hear her start to have a breakdown. I get to the car drive off to a parking lot and have my own crying rage fit. Previously I would have cried in front of her and yelled and whatnot but I managed to get my shit together enough to pull it off.

I don’t know what she did that night or over the weekend. She texted and called over and over wanting to talk. I just turned the phone off and by the time Monday afternoon rolled around there were movers getting her stuff and she delivered the agreement. I let her have a talk with the kiddos basically saying mommy and daddy need some time a part, we still love you, etc etc. Standard divorce talk.

After a week she wants to have a real talk for the first time. I oblige her because I’ve already got my shit together and I’ve got an idea of what I want, but I should hear her out.

She’s so sorry. She wants another chance. She wants her family back. She’ll do anything. She’s on her knees crying into my lap. I have no intention of ever taking her back.

I tell her she needs to set up marriage counseling on her own at a time that works for me. I tell her that I can’t live with her, but she should be around the children to try to maintain a relationship with them.

So starts our new normal of her coming over the house, cooking and having dinner with the kids three nights a week (she always saved me a plate, I made myself scarce), her cleaning the house and doing the kids laundry then heading back to her place.

We went to counseling. It consisted of her working through her issues with the therapist trying to figure out why she did it, her begging for forgiveness, and me stoically playing the victim.

I was never going to give her another chance. All I wanted to do was kill time, establish myself as the primary caregiver to the kids, and establish her as not having residency in the house.

After a few months I go to my own therapist and get diagnosed with depression and PTSD. I ask my work if it’s possible to go to part time for the foreseeable future to deal with personal issues, and it’s no big deal.

After six months of therapy I told her that I couldn’t forgive her right now and that I wanted an amicable divorce, but she is still the love of my life and maybe someday we could give it another try. She was devastated, but agreed to the divorce if I promised to try again someday.

Once the divorce was filed I needed the kids to want to stay with me. I left a google search for “how to survive your wife’s infidelity” up on the shared PC at home, and I left some printed out infidelity articles not so hidden in the kitchen. My daughter found them and came to me crying. I told her she wasn’t supposed to find those, that mom made a mistake, that mom still loves her, and that I would always be here for her. My daughter who used to hold my wife in such high regard now wouldn’t talk to her without screaming, and it crushed her.

Not surprisingly when the court needed statements from the kids a few months later little brother followed big sisters lead and they both wanted to stay with Dad in the house they grew up in.

When the divorce was finalized I got the house (had to buy out some of her equity, but that’s ok). I got primary custody of the kids. I got awarded generous child support due to the difference in our incomes due to me working part time.

Now for the last two years I’ve gotten to live in the house with my kids, work part time, get the now ex to subsidize it for me, and when she takes the kids over the weekends I get to have my fun with tinderellas and some FWBs I’ve cultivated.

In the eyes of my kids I’m the patron saint of fatherhood for taking the high road and always being there.

In the eyes of my ex I’m the one that got away that she will always pine for, and I get the bonus of having her come over for sex whenever I want it by dangling that carrot of maybe getting back together.

But that is never going to happen.

TLDR: Got divorced and it worked out.

anonymous asked:

brendonurievines? What happon?

I’ll give you a quick summary then just post some links, but basically this crazy fan named Chelsey has faked the identities of Brendon’s and Sarah’s friends and family on social media and stole pictures from their private accounts and posted them online publicly. She’s even showed up to their house, which Brendon addressed a couple weeks ago on twitter when he said he is moving because he no longer feels safe in his own home as people are showing up to their house. ALSO by breaking into their private private information, she managed to get a hold of Ryan Ross’s phone number. About year ago she spent a while texting Ryan PRETENDING TO BE BRENDON and got a Lot of VERY PERSONAL information out of him through text concerning R & B’s previous relationship. She also tricked Ryan into believing that he had originally been invited to B’s wedding. Afterwards she posted these screenshots online, and honestly they are some of the most heartbreaking things I have ever read. This is information Ryan had spent many years trying to keep concealed. The truth being revealed about what she had done only resulted in distancing Real Brendon and Ryan’s friendship, as they are currently known to barely talk to each other at all. So great, this lunatic proved Ryden was real, but at what cost?? She hacked into private accounts spreading private information after repeatedly being told to stop, and she emotionally hurt Ryan Ross, Sarah , Brendon, and their family. Not to mention publicly. Nobody deserves to have their personal life exposed to the bone. Especially not by some rabid fan. 

Here are two posts that have more info than I do [x] [x]

also these blogs have all the info @stopthepanicstalker-blog @dallonsmiles

and if you really want to see the texts they are here @houseofpatdmemories but i warn you it is honestly heartbreaking to read Ryan be deceived like this

anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm not a starwars fan but I wanted to ask you some questions about Eleodie!! I'm very interested in this character because we both share the same pronoun (mines in a more personalized set) i saw you use "zhem" for zher and I'm wondering if that was a canon pronoun too. Also, "zhe appear in Star Wars Aftermath: Life Debt." it should be "zhe appears" like if you were to say "he (or she) appears" have these books given zher a lot of attention? sadly i found this through 4chan screenshots..

Hello! I am actually able to answer your question because I am listening to Life Debt on audio right now. Unfortunately, Eleodie only appears in one small chapter. Chuck Wendig writes these small mini chapters called Interludes that are not directly related to the main plot of the book and it gives glimpses of other characters. While I think it’s a clever idea I also wish that a lot of these side characters would get more attention but that’s for another post.

In other words, zhe only appears in the one small chapter but those are the canon pronouns and getting to hear it in the audiobook was absolutely amazing and I’m so glad zhe was included even though I would want for there to be more than one chapter with zher.

- mod L

Tabimatsu: Osomatsu’s Ambition Story 3

people often ask me what my aesthetic is (okay no not really no one’s asked me that) and my answer is always the same: “matsuno osomatsu dressed in his fashionable clothing while laughing and pigging out on food with that toothy grin on his face”

anyway, a few updates on what’s going on concerning translation priorities:
1. I gotta get all these ambition stories out of the way b/c as great as they are I want to go back to doing location skits
2. I also have to make sure that you guys get to see the tabimatsu halloween skits because wow they don’t disappoint at all
3. I need to finish the hesokuri wars vampire event translations (both the dialogue and the character descriptions)

**I also am not at all sorry for the fact that all of the following screenshots consist of an Osomatsu ad down at the bottom of each one.**

Osomatsu: Ehehehehe. I succeeded in getting a lot of money through gambling.

Keep reading

i-m-the-greatest-star  asked:

i got a question. how do you make those fake instagram so nice and aesthetic? i mean i noticed it's not enough to just pick nice pics, there is something else that i can't seem to get right, isn't it? (also all or your hc are amazing and those Instagram fakes are the best I've seen around :)) )

ahhh you’re too nice >.< 

To answer the technical question, I use Adobe Photoshop to make the layouts. I took a screenshot of my own instagram page and then removed elements and created a template. 

As for the ~aesthetic~ answer I think the key thing to nail a certain tone is to one, look through a lot of “aesthetic posts.” I have a lot saved that I look through for inspiration and sometimes I’ll like nothing else from a set except for one picture and I’ll save it so I have it as a reference for later. But by seeing a lot of them, you start seeing patterns. There’s usually a similar color scheme, a similar balance in every photo, a lot of negative space etc. If you can’t find something that matches exactly with your color scheme, there are a ton of tutorials about color correcting and you’ll start developing an eye for things you can apply a quick fix to or maybe you’ll want to adjust everything else, find new photos, etc. I also look through free stock sites like Pexel and shuffle through photos and tag hop until I find what I’m looking for. 

The second thing is character examination and it becomes really good practice in character study. While these posts all are “aesthetically pleasing” they have to make sense for who the character is. When I’m making these, I create folders for each character/concept so I can view it all at once and get a better sense of how they can connect. Some things can’t be too polished. It has to be the kind of photos that they would take and post. For example, there’s a huge difference between Pidge’s and Keith’s. Pidge is more camera phone and home photos (and like the other ones, maybe the occasional high quality photo from Keith) but definitely the kind of person who doesn’t hesitate to capture something they think is cool (or blackmail worthy). Whereas Keith can be a little bigger because he would be that dork in the sidelines with his “nice” camera getting those smiley photos of his friends. And food. Oh god Keith would run an aesthetic food blog. 

Anyways. It takes practice but it’s also a lot of fun. The first one I made had no cohesion and there are a lot of others that I’ve made that I won’t post either because they’re half finished or they’re just awful but I like hunting for photos and trying figure out the puzzle. Just have fun with it! :) 

*don’t delete the caption please!*

Happy New Year everyone! Wishing everyone an amazing 2017 ♥ I thought I’d start my year off up updating my favourites, but while I’m at it, why not also do a January BOTM? (It’s a bit late, sorry!!)


  • Reblog this post. (Likes are only for bookmarking ^^)
    • If you reblog before January 14th, you’ll be considered for my January BOTM :D
  • Mbf me (reveiling) please


  • For updated favourites:
    • Me as a new friend (if you want :3) and any help/support I can give you (coding, polls/votes, advice, promos, etc)
    • Be featured on a new favourites page
    • A follow from me if I haven’t already
  • For my January BOTM:
    • All of the above, and a fansign ♥
    • Lots of promos through the month


  • Submit a screenshot of your follower count if you have less than 2000 followers (I’d like to help out and discover some new blogs)
  • Talk to me :D I’d love to get to know all of you ^_^
  • I’ll choose my BOTM on Jan 14th, but I’ll pick favourites on a later date :)

I think that’s all :3 Feel free to ask questions if you have any :p

anonymous asked:

first off, i love you and your blog.. you must go through a lot though.. you're a popular blog. you have bpd. so I assume you get some hate, both anon and in your notes.. how do you deal with it???

With me, I tend to laugh. I’ve never had actual anon hate that ever got to me, it’s all been boring, run of the mill stuff that is sooo boring. But when I get i: 1) block the anon 2) screenshot it, laugh about it with friends, then block it, or 3) if i have a funny response ill give it

Aah, I was going through my screenshot folder on fb and came across this.. so let me tell you about this tragic story(?) :’)

About a year ago, I was drawing out scenes from the first two Drama CDs (like I did with the Spring CD), and I have this ugly habit of making a lot of drawings in the same canvas/file. One night, my computer crashed right when I was saving the file. I’ve experienced this at least 5 times before, so I knew what was going to happen. The file gets corrupted :’) Technically, the information is not lost, but when you open the file, the program can read it correctly and it opens up a horrible black canvas with red noise (looks like a murder scene, I swear to god…). A file in that condition is impossible to recover <I tried A LOT of stuff, but gave up at the end>

I like to take screenshots while working, and I share them in my personal fb (for no particular reason), so this screenshot, taken probably the previous day, is the only visual left of those drawings I lost. This particular drawing was from that part where Licht and Lawless are about to fight -both naked- in the hot springs :‘DD

I can say without a doubt that losing files (or even progress) like that is the most HORRIBLE feeling ever. I was frustrated for weeks, sob.

So what’s the moral of this story? Backup your files, kids. And don’t have a million drawings in the same canvas. Also, Windows sucks. <But I don’t like Apple so I have to stick with Windows lol>. No but srsly, hope this never happens to anyone :'3



This was what the “little helped needed” post was about!

I want to thank all the fans who helped out in this endeavor ( @the-bored-bookworm @phantompierce-okamoto @labyrinthofchaos @glazdon @baneismydragon @herroyalfangirlness @ladybugschatonnoir @smiling-grouch ) and I also want to thank all the Project: ML members. This year has been absolutely amazing. <3 Let’s keep up the hard work!

- Matt

Check under the cut for some really cool details about P: ML members. (And some embarrassing stories maybe…)

Keep reading


i just wanted to show you how much difference references make.
in my opinion even using references, fenris’ face is really hard to draw. i always wish i could do it from memory but … like you can see here, i always fail. so i literally doodled from my background image here.

it’s not cheating. it’s what artists do. i had to remind myself of that for a long time until i accepted it. even tracing is good practise (i do that with screenshots of movies / videos to get quick sketches of the poses). you gain a feeling for proportions and anatomy through stuff like that, it’s not forbidden to get better. i had to trace a lot of stuff until i got to the level i’m at now, so i can use pictures like this for references. because at the beginning you can’t really see angles or perspective, you have to train your eye by looking and drawing.

i’m still not good enough, and maybe i never will be. but i just wanted to tell the people who want to learn that it’s not talent - it’s hard work. and the quality depends on how much you are willing to do for it. :)

Even the old SDR2 previews have shown Ultimate Imposter in a class trial and a PTA with Souda.

I wouldn’t draw any conclusions from any of the screenshots and trailers in order to find out who is gonna die first. I think most of us know that, but I do see theories floating around based on the things we get through the scans.

anonymous asked:

I went through your promt thingy and I have A LOT to ask so I'll just list them and you can pick the one you want (or several if you are extra inspired) Any boy- 8 , 38, 47 Micheal- 26, 34 Ashton- 48 I don't mean to sound bratty or anything its just that your writing gives me feels an I WANT FEELS BC HEY EVERYBODY WRECKED ME AND AHDKSOWN😭😭

I took a screenshot of this and I’ll get around to some more from it when I grab the time, but for now I went with Ashton and 48! :)


Ashton liked keeping his relationship with you private.  It gave him a sense of security that people knew little about you, only knowing that you were his girlfriend and that he was very happy to be the lucky guy you called a boyfriend.     And sure, you had your social media on public, and were nice to fans of course, but you never gave out much of what went on between the two of you, or about yourself much either, because you knew that made Ashton feel safe.

He tugged you closer to his side, pressing a kiss on your temple as your arms wrapped under the warmth of his jacket.  There were some fans out and about the radio station ready to catch sight of the boys, but that would wait for a moment, since he wanted to hug you a while longer.  Ashton looked down at you when you suddenly giggled, a smile coming onto his face at the pretty facial expression that put on you,

“What’s up, cutiepie?” He questioned with a peck on your lips at the end of his sentence.  You shook your head softly, sending little tingles up his spine when you began making little trails with your fingertips,

“You’re always so cuddly and it makes me happy.” You explained, tearing a hand away from his back to go up and brush a little stray section of hair from the center of his forehead.  He watched your eyes as they moved around to look his appearance over. “You’re really affectionate.” 

“Oh, that’s a good adjective.” He grinned stroking back your hair, “Been needing more to use up when the interviewers ask me to describe you.” You only giggled, cupping his cheeks as you kissed him softly, and then let your hands fall to his chest so you could nudge him towards the door of the car, the other boys waiting probably impatiently outside.  

“See you at the hotel later.” Ashton trailed his hand from the top of your arm to down to your own little appendage as he slid out of the car.  Dark boots hit the white pavement after he’d mumbled out a discreet I love you, and shut the door swiftly.  The fans were giddy at his delayed arrival, asking questions if it had been because he and you were talking.  And those questions he brushed away with a shy smile, but when they went ahead and asked what you were like, he didn’t answer.  He wanted too, but he found himself scribbling autographs and taking selfies too lost in thought of how to actually talk about you.  

“It would take a bit for me to answer that right.” He’d said at the end of the meet, about to be dragged inside by security, but the question still puzzled him more than ever.  Maybe it was because you threw out that adjective in the SUV, or mentioned last night that he always acted carefully.  He remembered overhearing you on the phone with a friend and had smiled when you expressed how adorable it was when he was passionate about things.  But now he just kind of wondered why he could never do the same for you.  “She’s just, like, really amazing.” Had been the way he spoke about you during that interview today.

“What’s up?” You asked when he slumped down face first into the puffy white sheets that were way too cold to the touch from that annoying hotel AC.  He groaned, muffling the noise because of the mattress.  “Ash?” You joined him lying your head sideways and reaching to play with his hair.  “Bad interview?”

“No, it’s not that.” He muttered, turning onto a tanned cheek to look back at you.  Lips were pursed into a pout that looked somewhat childish due to his cheek being smushed up by the mattress, “Its just that I can’t describe you and it makes me mad.”  Ashton reached, wrapping arms around your waist to pull you to him, “I’m always asked about you, and I’m not capable of finding words good enough.  I’m always stumped and look really dumb because I just say that you’re great or amazing, but it’s because there’s no way to string words in the right order and get a good description of you out of them.” Your cheeks had turned a soft pink throughout the proclamation,

“Baby, that was honestly the sweetest thing you could’ve said right there.” He kissed your gently at the end of your sentence, casting a glance down to your lips as he parted back,

“Yeah, but,” He shrugged, chuckling before pulling you in even closer and burying his face against your chest, “It’s just never going to be enough.”