Hi, I have another pattern-to-solid texture edit for you, suitable for autumn! They are 30 new solid textures to the City Living sweater for males. All the color options are available to see in the gif above or under read more tag (pictures similar to the 5 above).
I used the inspiring color palettes by @madoof (Vivid Moodlets and New Moodlets Palette, found here).
This was my first time using a color palette and
I love the bright colors!
I also removed the shine the sweater had originally. This was the hardest pattern-to-solid edit I have done so far and I’m happy to present it to you as finished sweater for your sims to wear.
I got a really official looking letter today announcing that my password had been changed on my Origin account. It looked like it was from EA except for a few things.
One, it addressed me as my email address. I’m not sure if they have my legal name on file, but I suspect they do. This may or may not be a clincher but the second part was.
They were writing to an email address which wasn’t connected to my Origin account.
I signed on my account directly from my PC and didn’t click on any links. As suspected the password hadn’t been changed and it put me through as normal.
So a heads up friends. If you get an email and think it may be legit, go sign on to Origins through your PC – don’t use any links. If it is legit you’ll be able to do whatever you need to through the Origin software.
since it has been requested a few times now. This will be available as print. I just don’t know how large the endresult will be since the original file is not that huge.
you could put it up this way, or upside down (thanks to iwa-chan’s first name Kanji :’D ). The Kanji are their names “Hajime” and “Tooru” but as bonus if you take them together like this it will also read “obstinate” or “stubborn” :’D. Because they are.
This time, I wanted to do something a little different than decorating an apartment, so I decided to create a whopping 40 Cats and Dogs for you guys to Adopt! They range from all ages, sizes and personalities!
You can find each and everyone one of them on my Origin: boeybum. Or, you can download their Tray files from SimFileShare (no adfly) below, linked to their names.
If you would like a larger picture, a longer description or to see a kitten/puppy as an adult, please send me an ask! Any questions are welcome!
Please tell me if any links are broken!
So please, if you’re interested in adopting one of these fuzzy friends pictured above, click Keep Reading to find out more about them all! (I apologise for the long post for those of you on mobile. This has been tagged as #long post if you’d like to hide it!)
This was a HUGE undertaking - there were over 30,000original files that I went through one by one, all of which were completely out of order and named some mess of random letters and numbers. I made it my mission to find and pull the most interesting unused conversations and pieces of dialogue from the game, taught myself audio editing basics in order to thread them together, and upload them in a Soundcloud playlist.
Every single line in a conversation is its own file, so some of the conversations are actually 8 or 9 files that I put together. It features nearly every major character; the only characters I couldn’t find extra dialogues from were Henry and Sam, and Tommy and Maria.
The vast majority of these are unused, however some are alternate takes of conversations that happen in-game, such as Ellie telling Joel about her wanting to be an astronaut, or Bill telling Joel about the caravan in the high school. Others are just compilations of funny audio clips I put together, like Joel complaining about his flashlight, or Tess calling Joel “Tex” (❤️). Either way, they all add something to the game, so I suggest giving every file a listen!
Please reblog and let me know what ya’ll think! Enjoy!! :)
P.S. This post is dedicated to @raffinit for being my closest confidante and my bestest fran, @joelmillersbeard for having the god damn cutest, most handsome little BeardBaby™️ in the world, @joelismyhero for understanding how sinfully hot Joel is and sending me pics to drool over, and to @cansofpeaches because we all love you, miss you terribly, and wish you nothing but the best!! ❤️
i transferred a bunch of pokemon up to gen 7 to check out the backgrounds, and here are some more photo club shitposts! some of these are randos, like dad meowth, dratini, and volcarona which i dug from their respective games, but the others - luxray and seismitoad - have been part of my team at some stage
as always, there are captions for each photo. i will never get tired of this feature.
….also it took me over 2 hours of fucking around to get these to you…. my file explorer kept crashing every time i tried to open my camera DRIM directly, so i eventually gave up and save them all as tumblr drafts, and tried to upload them as image links but tumblr wasn’t having it, so i had to save them all manually and re-write this entire post…
Can you do a futurefic where Jughead was forced to move to Toledo or somehow he and Betty got separated as teens and years later, when Betty is a doctor, she gets Jughead as a patient and they reconnect?? Thank you!!
I kind of did my own rendition! Give it a read maybe you’ll like it.
The air still smelt the same, the street signs hadn’t moved, and the familiar flickering red “Pops” sign still lit up the tiny town of Riverdale. no matter how many years had gone by since Jughead left Riverdale, it would always be his home, his safe place.
He was older now, 25 and successful, he was a New York Times Best Selling author and he was living in Chicago, it was everything he had talked about when he was sixteen years, his dreams had come true, he’d proved this town wrong just like she had said he would. She always knew what she was talking about and she never gave up on him. Thoughts of shiny green eyes, long honey blonde ponytails and soft pink sweaters raced through his mind as he stepped through the doors of Riverdale General Hospital.
Betty Cooper had been the great love of his life, she was was beautiful and kind and everything good about his world. He remembered the day he left vividly, the feel of her scarred palms still warm on his cheeks, tear drops dripping from her eyes, a shakey smile followed by the words that haunted him daily
“You’re gonna do great things Jughead Jones. Follow your heart.”
He should have stayed, should have held her in his arms and found a way to stay. He wanted too more than anything, but he couldn’t, this was his family, she understood. It had been 8 years since their last kiss at that airport terminal, 8 years since he boarded a plane to Toledo with his father and never looked back, started over. Left behind the love of his life.
Looking up at the door in front of him he brought his knuckles up and knocked, poking his head in when the distinctly feminine voice told him to come in.
“Is it safe?” He teased, eyeing his very pregnant sister, sitting up in her hospital bed
“No promises” Eric, her husband, said with a goofy smile, looking down adoringly at Jelly Bean.
Jughead stepped into the hospital room and moved to stand beside Jelly bean and grabbing her hand
“So today’s the day huh?” Jughead grinned, his hand coming over to gently pat her belly.
Jelly bean huffed
“It better be. You hear me little baby? Your uncle Jughead came all the way down from Chicago for this so you better get out of there as soon as possible.” She spoke towards her stomach.
Eric gave Jughead a firm handshake and smiled
“Thanks for coming brother, your Mom and dad are on their way, I’m not sure I can do this on my own.”
“Oh you can’t do this?! I’m sorry but..” jellybean began, her rant being cut off by a knock on the door.
“That must be my doctor, I haven’t met her yet. My original baby doctor came down with pneumonia so I have a new one delivering the baby. Come in!” The dark haired Jones girl yelled through the closed door.
What happened next was something from a movie.
Simple white sneakers came first, followed by scrubs covered in a long white coat, curly blonde hair spilling onto a clipboard as a woman doctor read through a file, a soft and gentle smile on her face, Jellybean gasped audibly as Jughead stared at the name tag resting on her coat, a sticker of a teddy bear holding a red balloon placed beside it, the name tag read
“Dr. Elizabeth Cooper”
“Jessica Capra , due date: today!, how exciting, and just on time!” Betty was still reading through the clipboard, eventually she looked up and stopped in place, her sneakers squeaked and her eyes went wide.
“Jughead?” She whispered.
Jughead couldn’t speak, he opened his mouth but nothing came out, he was in shock. She was standing in front of him, the one person that he thought about every single day, the one thought that helped him through his toughest times, and damn did she look good.
Something inside Betty snapped back to reality and she drew her attention to the very pregnant woman who was now her patient.
“Little JellyBean Jones, I didn’t know! Especially with the name change. I’m so happy for you! And I can promise you, you and this little baby are in good hands, your delivery is gonna be smooth as butter.” She grinned at the married pair in front of her, examining Jellybean with the stethoscope.
Jellybean began rambling again
“Oh Betty! I am so glad it’s you! I was a wreck when they told me Dr.Daniels wouldn’t be able to be here, but now you’re here and I love you! And you’re gonna deliver my baby… and … and..” suddenly she was sobbing and Eric moved quickly to stand beside her rubbing her shoulders and shoving Betty back slightly and into Jugheads arms who caught her before she fell.
The two stood together in shock, the dark haired boys arms wrapped around the blondes waist as they stared deep into each other’s eyes, 8 years of Questions, of wanting, of love mirrored in the others eyes.
“I’m so sorry, it’s the hormones. I swear” jelly bean sniffled from the bed, tearing Betty away from Jughead
“Of course, now you’ve still got a bit to go with the dilation, so I’m gonna leave you for a bit, I’ll be back soon to check your cervix. It’s baby day my friends” Dr.Cooper grinned excitedly causing the entire room to laugh.
“Thank god” Eric breathed as Jellybean clutched his hand tearfully.
Betty exited the room, nodding with her head towards the door, indicating Jughead follow, he did of course, he always would.
Once they were in the hallway Betty was in his arms, her body molding perfectly into his as he buried his face into her neck, inhaling her distinctly Betty scent, strawberries and peaches, his hands wandered over her back and sides, there were new delicious curves all over body, his fingers eventually found themselves laced in her hair as her own hands cupped his neck her cheek pressing against his.
“Jughead Jones I missed you.” The beautiful blonde whispered in his ear.
He squeezed her tightly
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”
When they pulled away a few seconds later, Jughead eyed her up and down
“A doctor huh?” He raised a brow, a playful smirk on his face.
“It was a long road but I made it. I’m a baby doctor.” She laughed, he had always known she would do great things, and she always loved children “anyway who am I to talk, look at you you’re an accomplished author, not that I had any doubts.” She beamed as they made their way to the cafeteria.
They ate lunch together, reminiscing about everything and filling each other in, all too soon Betty’s pager beeped and she had to go.
“I’ll see you in Jelly beans room?” She smiled questioningly.
“You bet.. bets” he grinned.
She fluttered her eyelashes dramatically and winked before racing off to a patient.
Jesus Christ he was in some kind of trouble for sure.
Why make a list of Fierce Fictional Ladies We Love? Because we’re celebrating Women’s History Month, Buffy’s 20th anniversary (Slayer = Queen 4eva), and, well, honestly, who runs the world? Girls. So really we don’t need a reason for this post.
Summary: Reader is Banner’s assistant that usually works in the lab with him. Steve visits the compound one day and meets the reader.
Word Count: 1868
Y/N L/N was
the woman Dr. Banner couldn’t be happier to have. She deals with not just him
but also the Hulk. In the past, there have been times where the Hulk came out
and Y/N would handle it with ease. Over the years the Hulk had became attached and
protective of her and so had Bruce. He believes without her, he would fall
apart especially with the fact that he has to deal with Stark’s shenanigans
every day. However, that all changed after Ultron.
[ReaderxJerome Valeska - Gotham - Just after Jerome has resurrected and woken up - S3E13 - Some smut - based on original material but changed - main character death ]
Your feet were aching, you’d been walking constantly today and were just dying to have a rest. You just had to get the medical files for Jerome Valeska for Dr Tompkins and then you could sit down, hopefully for at least ten minutes. The intern in the office handed you the file, you didn’t know her name, not yet. You had met so many new people, the detectives the CSIs all of the interns and your mentor, Lee Tompkins. She was kind enough, but having Jim Gordon as an ex kind of put a downer on your views of her. You see, Detective Gordon hated the people you considered friends, especially those such as your very much dead friend on the table in the morgue. You slid out his photo from the file and smiled. He was so handsome, his beautiful smile, shining eyes and bright hair. You hated how he’d died, you had sobbed for weeks, but then you’d found your escape, your emergency exit if you will. It was easy to get away with murder if you examined the bodies, and your interest in medicine landed you an internship with the Gotham Police Department’s ME. It was a golden opportunity to keep your dirty little secret. So many of your bodies had passed over the slab you now worked at, yet the one currently there… that body started them all. Sucking in a breath you tucked the photo away, burying your emotions before heading to the morgue.
Eyes fixed on the file, you pushed the door open and walked in. “Here’s the file you asked for” you said. Finally looking up you met eyes with a very frightened Dr Tompkins and then you saw a familiar smile shrouded by bandages galore. “Well, well,” you cooed, attempting to keep your cool, “this is unexpected.”
The barrel of the gun in Jerome’s hand moved, it was pointing at you now. Your eyes locked and he licked his lips, or what he had left of them. “Are you going to continue to tease me or hurry up and kill the spare?” you asked, impatient to rid the room of the witness.
“Have it out for the Doc, do you Kitten?” he purred.
You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling up as he called you his little pet name, you’d missed that. “No… just wanna talk without an… audience,” you replied, finishing with a wink.
“I get you babe,” the clown told you. Without hesitation, or even taking his eyes from you, he shot the Doctor in the head, her body slumping to the ground. The gun lazily found its way back to you. “It looks to me you’ve changed sides Doll” he spat at you.
You half contained a short laugh, “Look again Sugar.” A smug smirk plastered on your face.
“So what’s my little girl doing in the GCPD working for the good ol’ dead doc over here, huh?” he rested his chin on his fist, listening intently as you told him of the tales of the last year he’d missed.
“Wow” he used his gun to mimic an applause, “well that is quite a story. You know, I know I’ve been dead but doesn’t that seem kinda crazy to you?”
You chuckled, sliding onto the cold metal table behind you. “Hey maybe you’re crazy, try shooting yourself” you threw at him with a grin. He took his gun and held it to his bandaged head, pondered for a moment and laughed.
“So, tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great, huh?” His voice was liked candy for your ears, it had been so long since you had heard it, teased it, played with it.
“A bunch of raving lunatics and idiots” you leant back on your palms, letting you hair hang loose behind you. You could sense his grin as he stepped up from his perch.
“Ooh lunatics and idiots?” He stepped toward you, reaching out a hand. His grip angled your face to his and he looked right into your eyes. “Our kind of people.” You laughed, he laughed, both of you enthralled in your madness.
Cough. Splutter. “Sorry” he croaked although the following giggle was reassuring enough. “Head’s still a little fuzzy, you know I was just reborn. The last year was nothing but darkness,” he leant into your face, his breathe warm against you, “as far as the eye can see.” He jumped on the spot and swivelled, the gun twirling until it pointed right at the limp corpse on the floor. “I know her, right?”
“Yes” you purred, not revealing anything.
“Did she and I ever… you know?”
“Gods no,” you flung at him.
“Ginger not her type?” he joked.
“I don’t share.” you said cooly, sinking back into your relaxed stance.
“Ohh, I remember you my little minx” he purred, tracing the skin on your thigh with his finger tips. Again, like a switch he snapped back to the doc. “Oh! She’s Jim Gordon’s… twinky”
“Well, she was” another cruel laugh from your lips.
“Oh… no? That’s a shame, I liked them guys. What happened?” his curiosity seemingly piqued, you filled him in on what you’d learned from Dr Tompkins about her… hilarious wedding! “Heh heh hah ha ha ha” his soft laughter filled the room again, once more Jerome’s joy sparked your fire. He spun in circles as you watched, simply enthralled by his liveliness after being stone cold less than an hour ago. “Wow… you miss a lot being dead…. including you my little carnival kitten.” A shimmer in his eyes shone as he took the two steps necessary to close the space between you.
You’d missed this. His touch, his everything. It felt so right to kiss him again. The table was cool against your now much more exposed skin, his too. He’d locked the door and climbed onto the examination table with you. Exploring your body with his tongue he found each new scar you had and licked it with individual care and precision. As he found his way between your thighs he moaned against the soft flesh of your thighs. The vibrations sent a new wave of heat through your core. He chuckled. Torture had always been his forte so with expert pace he crept up between your legs parting them for his head to sink in between. So slowly, he used his reborn tongue in ways you’d never felt before, toying with your clit until you shuddered under his touch. It wasn’t until your moans turned to pleads for release that he teased your entrance with his hardened cock. Beneath him you squirmed, attempting to thrust your hips into his, yet his firm grip kept you in place. “Did you miss me?” he leant down to your ear, gently biting the lobe of it.
A muffled “yes” was heard from within your moans, resulting in laughter and ecstasy as he plunged into you without restraint. Together you were harmony. He thrust deep into you and your combined cries were a lost symphony. It was a wonder that you remained in interrupted for the length of time the pair of you were together.
Panting you lay together on the now slightly less cold metal, sweaty and slightly craving a cigarette. You hear him sigh after a while has passed.
“You know, there’s about a hundred cops on the other side of that door ready to kill you all over again” you mentioned as though it were a casual remark. He scoffed, “I see your point…” he pondered for a moment. “To business, when I was last.. uh you know, alive. I was about to kill Bruce Wayne and I suppose I didn’t manage to…” you shook your head, “no. Right.” He got up from the table, irritated suddenly. “Theo Galavan killed me,” he seethed, “that jug eared judas. Well I suppose I should start by killing him” he added on the end nonchalantly.
“As much as I love your thinking” you soothe, “Theo Galavan is dead.”
Like a child who ran out of candy he groaned. “Aww, who beat me to it?”
Suppressing your own amusement you replied, “which time?” This did not impress Jerome, with a venomous tone and a thrilling calmness the asked you, “Theo Galavan came back to life too?”
“Mm hmm” you smiled sweetly. He echoed you then barked a rough kind of laugh.
“That Son of a Bitch is always upstaging me, well…” he smiled at you again, his anger vanished. “Yes I’m just missing one thing then…” he crept right back to in front of your face, his bandages brushing against your nose. He cracked a beautiful grin and laughed, “Where is my face?”