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So I wanted to make some recolors of the new couch and chair from the Cats&Dogs expansion pack. I thought I would share them with you. There are 8 couch recolors and 16 chair recolors. They all can be mixed and matched. I have a color palette that I made that all my future recolors will be made with, and this one has been made with, so my future recolors will also match this set. I hope you enjoy them if you put them in your game!

They come in separate packages or in a merged package, both are in the download so you can pick which one to use when you unzip the file! Have a wonderful day! :)

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Day One Hundred And Thirty-Eight

-A boy tried the classic tablecloth magic trick when handed his change, yanking the dollar bill smoothly out of my hand. The gesture was pulled off perfectly and with a grand flourish. The single fault in his plan, as he swiftly came to realize, was overlooking the importance of a table element. With nothing to catch them, the coins flew into the sky, resulting in a shimmering finale he could not have planned better if he tried.

-I was interrogated by a woman about our Tennessee policies, as she insisted that we were in Tennessee. The last time that I checked, we were still in Virginia, and I was entirely unaware of our relocation, so I am clearly not the one to be asking anything.

-“This is a brand new card,” a woman told me as her card was rejected. “There can’t be something wrong with it.” She tried once more, only to be shut down again. “This card is not that new,” she admitted quietly. “Something is probably wrong with it.”

-A man grew upset with me when I had to inform him that we did not stock bags big enough to carry his new couch. I am equally upset, as I was deprived the knowledge of what his plan would have been, provided the proper tools.

-A woman expressed her disappointment to me that there were no kid-appropriate birthday cards. Instead, she told me, she had to settle for a more mature and risque Spongebob card.

-A young boy was entirely blown away to see yet another Target employee wearing red. His eyes betrayed that he was finally catching onto a pattern, and that his cork board of Polaroids and news clippings connected with a thick red thread is paying off at last.

-I asked a woman if she had found everything alright. She told me that she did not know, and instead called her daughter from across the store to come over and give me an answer. I appreciate this level of devotion towards getting me the truth.

-A Dumbo Tsum-Tsum gel cling was found at the bottom of my register. Naturally, I relocated it to a prominent position directly in front of my eyes, so as to guarantee the proper levels of joy and child-like happiness it was meant to bring me.

-An elderly woman threw a box of coffee onto the counter, narrowly missing my hand. She informed me that she had not meant to do that. Without hesitation, she threw a second box of coffee, this one not missing, betraying precisely what she had meant in the first place.

-I spotted a woman in a shirt sporting a cat in a baby holster so realistic that I took it at first for the real thing. The day I am able to make this shirt a reality is the day I finally have my life fulfilled.

-A pair of parents struggled to keep their child’s energy under control. The boy was thoroughly hyped up about his Trolls backpack, refusing to let it go even for the briefest moment. His mother remarked on how strange this was, as he was not even in school, while his other mother worked to strap him into his new prized possession.

-I overheard a young boy discuss his plans to own a supermarket wherein he would institute speed restrictions on carts, enforced by locking brakes, with the intent of causing children to go flying when they attempt stunts. I knew that if I waited long enough, I would come face to face with my own Moriarty.

-As I entered the bathroom towards the end of my shift, I was met with a man staring me down from over the wall of the handicap stall, body turned at a right angle to the toilet, standing chin above the wall. He spoke no words with his mouth, but far more than needed with his eyes.

dating Bucky Barnes...
  • he’s definitely really hesitant around you at first because this is all so new to him and he doesn’t wanna fuck it up
  • he ends up pushing you away as a defence mechanism 
  • you’re not upset though, you understand and give him a little room
  • then one day it’s just you and him in the tower
  • so you decide to watch a movie (he let’s you pick)
  • so you go with Titanic because a) it’s a classic and b) he’d never seen it 
  • there’s subtle touches 
    • like his hand grazing yours in the popcorn bowl
    • or his side pressed against yours
    • he’ll definitely be paying more attention to you than the movie
  • that’s when he realises he’s in deep and you’re the only thing that matters to him 
  • he doesn’t even realise but he’s pulled you into his lap, crashing his lips onto yours

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Children of Hecate

Requested by anonymous.

  • Children of Hecate sometimes stay up all night practicing their sorcery. 
  • Other campers usually bring coffee or other hot drinks to their sleep-deprived friends from cabin 20.
  • As their mother was granted power in all the realms (sky, ocean, earth and underworld) by the Big Three, using the four elements in their witchcraft can strengthen their spell.
  • The runes and inscriptions in the stones they used to build their cabin don’t only strengthen the walls of their cabin and lessen their unintended spell-casting, but also make it so their cabin is bigger on the inside.
  • They all even have their own rooms as they - like their mother - like solitude.
  • The Hecate cabin also has their own treasure room in which they keep objects the Hecate campers have collected on their quests.
  • They only keep the magical or enchanted objects though and send everything else to the attic of the Big House.
  • One kid got inspired by reading Harry Potter and now a lot of Hecate campers have enchanted their ceilings just like the Great Hall.
  • Hecate likes to help her kids learn how to use their powers.
  • They have a huge mirror to contact their mother whenever they have questions or “my spell still didn’t work and now we need a new couch”.
  • Once they are claimed, Hecate gives her children a crash course on all the different forms of magic and learns them the basics of each.
  • Eventually they have to choose a specialty though, as there are too many different forms of magic to excel in them all.
  • Naturally, they love fantasy novels. 
  • A lot of them love wearing eccentric clothing, long cloak-like dresses or even actual cloaks. 
  • They don’t even know why.
  • Their grades at school usually aren’t always the best, but they constantly surprise (read; annoy) their teachers by knowing the most random facts.
  • They might not know who fought who in the battle of Waterloo, but “did you know Napoleon legalised homosexuality?
  • “Also he stopped killing ‘witches’ at the same time”, but them knowing this has nothing to do with their mother also being the goddess of trivia. 
  • “Who were they kidding anyway, trying to drown us.”
  • “Yeah, just because we have power underwater doesn’t mean they’re going to see us use it. They’ll just have a ‘death’ to explain while our ancestral sisters moved to the next village.”
  • “And what about our brothers? Super sexist if you ask me.”
  • Of course, kids of Hecate are all feminists no matter what their gender is.
angel on fire

Summary: Your job was supposed to be simple: watch over Steve Rogers. Never did it occur to you that someone else would attempting to corrupt him. || demon!bucky x angel!reader || oneshot (?)

Warnings: smut and all that entails it ends kinda abruptly though, shitty ending, cursing, mentions of blood/violence, dub consent(??????), overuse of the name angel 

Notes: @sanjariti helped me with the title lol, its from a halsey song, im sorry this is terrible

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Domestic Drabbles - 4: Two Couches and A Turtle

Wow, I’ve been on a roll! Presenting part 4 of Domestic Drabbles :D

This one was inspired by real life events with my husband. Because we fight about couches. 

And shoutout to my amazing beta and support and BESTIE, @baz-n-simon :D


Simon

It wasn’t my idea to buy two sofas. There was absolutely no point when the one we have is perfectly comfortable and spacious. But Penny insisted.

Simon,” she had said, rolling her eyes at me when I questioned her at the furniture shop. “As much as I love sitting right next to you and Baz while you two snog your faces off, I really think that buying another couch would be a good idea.”

But, Penny—

No ‘buts’, Simon. We’re buying another couch.”

I didn’t argue with her further at the time, but now I wish I had.

Baz glares at me from across the room as I adjust my legs on the sofa. He’s curled up on the new couch, on the other side of the living room, in a pile of blankets that I threw on him earlier, and only his head and his book are peeking out from it. He looks like a turtle; a very irritable one.

“Honestly, Snow,” he says, snapping his book closed. “There’s room for both of us to sit over here.”

“Baz, it’s a loveseat.

“Obviously, Snow.”

“With my wings and your ten blankets, there’s no way we can comfortably sit over there. Plus” —I gesture at the space next to me— “there’s more room over here.”

Baz rolls his eyes. “That couch sits directly in front of the sun. And you know I—”

“—get sunburns. Yeah, yeah.” I wave my hand at him nonchalantly, and he scoffs and glares at me again.

“I need these blankets because I’m cold.”

“You wouldn’t be cold if you sat over here.”

Baz narrows his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say. “Sunburns.”

He rolls his eyes again, and shifts further into his blanket pile. “I’m not moving.” His stare is challenging.

I shrug. “Fine.”

Baz cocks his eyebrow, then shakes his head and opens his book.

This is why I dislike the whole ‘two sofas’ thing. It’s a never-ending argument over who will move when we want to sit together. Baz seems to live in his blankets, and my wings are too bulky, which makes our original couch perfect. It’s comfortable and can easily fit five people. Penny’s loveseat is just too small. But Penny placed it in the darkest corner of the living room, and Baz immediately started sitting there. I scoffed at this. Typical vampire.

When the room becomes too quiet, I stare over at Baz. He seems somewhat flustered and still irritated, and he keeps grumpily pushing his hair out of his face. I grin and stand up. He glances at me and catches my eye, watching me as I walk over and stop in front of him.

“You look like a turtle.” I say, pushing a few strands of his hair behind his ear and grinning even more.

“I hope you didn’t come over here just to insult me,” he says, but he just seems flustered instead of angry. I then move over some of the blankets and sit awkwardly by his feet. I move my wings around, folding them a few different ways, but nothing seems to work.

“Here, Snow,” Baz says, sitting his book on the side table. He pulls off his blankets, props up his knee, and lets his other leg hang off the side. “Come here.”

I grin at him again. I do that a lot; grin at Baz. I move over and sit by his knee, laying down sideways against his chest and propping my feet on the edge of the loveseat. He pulls one blanket over me and one around his shoulders, then pushes my wings to lay up against the back of the couch.

“Comfortable now?” He asks, looking down.

“Yeah,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his arm. He puts his hand in my hair and pulls through it gently.

“Good,” he says. “But I’m not. So when the sun goes down, we’ll sit on the other couch.”

I look up and smile at him. “Yeah?”

His eyes are shining, as bright as grey can, and he kisses me.

Suddenly a door shuts, and Penny walks into the room. She’s staring at us intently, her eyes fierce and her mouth in a frown. She walks towards the front door and grabs her purse from the coat rack.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To get another fucking sofa.”


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Portland Living by SaudadeSims

Updated 6/17/17:

I have used @peacemaker-ic‘s tutorials and updated this set for the toddler patch. The seating should now be able to be used by toddlers. The mirrors should place without trouble also. The file names are the same so just place the updated files in your mods folder and let them replace the old files.


This set is for my lovely @deelitefulsimmer’s birthday! Today is her birthday and she requested a living set. This is my first set that includes couches and they are tough! 

There are 12 new meshes including couch, love seat, chair, end table, bookcase, coffee table, plant stand, fireplace, TV stand, lamp, shelf mirror, mirror, and a set of retro recolors of my Augusta Artwork. 

Please click keep reading to get to the downloads and to see the color palette for this set :)

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dancing-thru-clouds  asked:

So wait. Uncle Popeye got beat up by a gamecock? Aren't those things like, three pounds soaking wet?

OH NO ITS BETTER THAN THAT.

Popeye got beat up by an AMERICAN WOODCOCK, which is…  I’ll allow this video to explain:

They walk like that because any reasonable carnivore looks at that and goes “That can’t possibly be food.”  They’re also called “Timberdoodles” have nearly rear-facing eyes, upside-down brains, and go “PrrrEENT”.  They’re basically real-life cuddly cryptids,

and they’re like, 8 ounces. Tops.

BUT POPEYE MANAGES TO FUCK THIS UP.

Popeye got it into his head that he should train Grandma’s weirdo terrier mix “Spooky” to be a bird Dog, mostly because grandpa wouldn’t go hunting with him after Popeye shot him in the foot.  Grandma, already having two children, two normal cats, a profoundly stupid cat, a canary and a tarantula to look after, decided to let Spooky go with him.  

“She’ll be good supervision for him.”  grandma said.

We’re not sure what made Popeye think Spooky would be a good bird dog, because if all the dogs of the world were one together, what was left over was Spooky, to paraphrase my favorite Celtic fairy tale.  She was about 35lbs of smooth-coated solid black with long legs and half a tail.  She was named “Spooky” for the white patch on her chest that grandma said looked like a ghost late at night.  Spooky never barked, only made agitated garbage disposal noises and whistle-snorts.

But off into the Ohio Woods Popeye goes with Spooky, who is less than thrilled with this because she’d been a stray before, and was now very pleased with this new life of couches, indoor heating and fattening table scraps.  She does Not Like the woods.  The woods are cold and wet and full of ticks and she’d rather be at home, under the radiator perhaps.  

Eventually, they come across a woodcock, not in the woods but in the parking lot of the 7-11 after getting lost in the woods and deciding to get a slurpee and hot dog instead.  Spooky is halfway through eating her hot dog, sees the Woodcock derping along, and decides that Processed meat is better than whatever the fuck that is, and goes back to her hot dog.

Popeye decides to *demonstrate* what Spooky is supposed to do… by getting on his hands and knees and trying to jump on the woodcock to catch it with his mouth.

Spooky decided that this is madness, and goes home to collect my grandmother to come save his ass.  This was impressive, as spooky had no sense of direction and a slurpee cup stuck on her face when she arrived. 

By the time Grandma got down there, Popeye had gotten clawed in the face, pecked directly in the eye, eaten pavement, had the police called on him, and broke his wrist.

She did, however, get to see the bird as it came down from the roof.  It perched on his ass, Prreent-ed, and shat on him.

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“You were born broken, that’s your birthright. 

And now you can fill your life with projects. Your humans and your songs and your little girlfriends but it won’t make you whole.

You’re Marceline Abadeer. There’s no cure for that.”

the kind who asks you for a little sugar [zimbits neighbors au]

When Jack moved into the plain, white house on Maple Street, he wasn’t expecting much except the peace and quiet he needed to write his next novel. Most of the neighbors were elderly or wrapped up in their young-parent bubble, too busy to notice the quiet, serious man now living in the late Mr. Ripley’s house. And Jack preferred it that way.

Every house on the street seemed a part of the scenery to Jack, weathered and simple with neat yards and the occasional rocking chair or wind chimes on the porches. Every house, that was, but his next door neighbor.

The house to the left of Jack’s was a buttery yellow color, the yard divided between garden and eclectic statues of rabbits and butterflies and other ridiculous things. The mailbox was covered in painted sunflowers and a faded pride flag hung in the window. It made Jack uneasy, knowing his neighbor was probably some overzealous, middle-aged lady who owned several cats and healed her colds with crystals. With one last look at the house and the pie that sat to cool on the windowsill, Jack wrinkled his nose and returned to his own home.

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Storms

Tag list:  @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom @here-to-vent @i-prayed-to-you-cas @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @justanotherpurplebutterfly @emovirgil @aikogumi @mysticalcatamount@fallingineternity @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries @theoneandonlyfangirlofpower @holdnarrytight @prompty-writer @cutecatwhiskers@getupanddothething @beaucoupdesprits @vixenneko @lil-lycanthropy @alwaysmy-lilith @pattonsvirgil  @all-the-fand0mz @myspace-anxiety @acehufflepuff @eternal-sanders @princeyandanxiety @pippa-frost @evillive369 @daenerysraine @kiexen @loverofpizzaandallthingssweet@lana–22 @patton-must-make-puns @natalie-wheres-the-tampons@dragonflamefire @tinyten19

Pairing: Analogical (Platonic)

CW: Astraphobia (fear of storms), kid fic, doll photo (Einstein doll)

Logic was getting himself a glass of water from the kitchen sink when he heard it. 

He supposed it wasn’t surprising he’d missed it at first: though it was late and the interior of the commons was quiet, there was a storm rumbling outside in the mindscape, and the combined sounds of the thunder and the rain had effectively masked the quiet sobbing before. 

But he could hear it now. He frowned, setting his glass of water aside and walking back into the darkened commons. There, he paused, listening, and–

A flash of lightning revealed a lump on the couch, hidden beneath the quilt. It was moving a little, and after the accompanying boom of thunder, Logic heard the soft, terrified whimpers coming from beneath it. 

He frowned, pushing his glasses up on his nose. 

“Who is there, please?” he asked clearly and carefully. 

The blankets froze and the sobbing stopped abruptly.

“There’s no use trying to hide,” Logic informed the blankets. “I already saw you moving and heard you crying so I know you’re there.”

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Hindsight (Part 3)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Hindsight is always 20/20. Sometimes it takes seeing people through someone else’s eyes to see the truth. (Friends into Lovers)

TAGGING IS OPEN -Updated Every Wednesday!

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Three days later you had almost completely finished moving to your new Brooklyn apartment.   Steve had raised an eyebrow when he heard where you were going to be living, but you just ignored him.  You only had a few boxes remaining in your room and you had yet to move your yellow reading chair over.   After Steve had left your apartment from helping you unpack, you settled on your new couch and turned on a movie, maybe all this quiet is exactly what you needed.

Bucky returned from his mission unscathed but annoyed.  He had been on a solo mission, and with no one to talk to, all he could do was focus on what had transpired between the two of you and how your relationship had changed.  He also had to figure out what was going on between you and Steve.   Bucky had decided no matter what Steve or Jeanette said he was going to talk to you and figure out what is going on and get everything worked out.

Bucky was greeted in the hanger not by you as was usual, but Jeanette.  He walks up to her quickly and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and walking towards the entrance to the building.  “Do you know where Y/n is?  I need to talk to her.”

Jeanette just shrugs disappointed that his sole focus was you, before she could say anything Bucky was walking away from her searching for Steve.  Jeanette frowned after his form, even though you had removed yourself from Bucky as she asked, she hadn’t banked on how he would act in the situation.  He marched to your room only to find the door was locked and his knocks went unanswered.   He then made his way to Steve’s room, not bothering to knock before entering.

“Where is Y/n?”  Steve looks up from his book and moves from the lounging position on his bed to sit on the side.  He gives his best friend a roll of the eyes before standing to face him.

“Buck shouldn’t you be greeting your fiance?”  Steve still wasn’t sure how he was going to tell his best friend that you had left, he was still trying to figure out how to get your chair out without him noticing.

“I’ve already seen Jeanie, I need to right things with Y/n.  I know you know where she is so just tell me.  And why the hell didn’t you tell me you were into her?”  Bucky crosses his arms and fixes Steve with his winter soldier glare.

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