sorry it's not in the packages

nova jeans.

everyone loves those city living jeans and i love super ripped denim so why not? I also shortened them so that they’re a smidge higher on the ankle and you can tuck your bodysuits and such in them. (not boots though so if you would like those let me know and i will post those separately) enjoy!

  • There’s 21 swatches– some from Jade @cupidjuice’s dream pop palette (of course), 2 from @citrontart‘s neutrals palette (of course x2), and one with a patch (as shown above)
  • should have its own thumbnail
  • base game compatible
  • please let me know if anything goes amiss with your game!


IMPORTANT UPDATE !!!!!: my dweeb ass botched something and the jeans didn’t show up at all in game! I fixed it all up so PLEASE redownload !!! it’s the same link as before, I just updated the package. Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience!!

Ok but like picture this: Eddie is having an asthma attack. He zips open his fanny pack but his inhaler isn’t there. He frantically starts patting himself down looking for it, yanking off his fanny pack and dumping its contents on the ground, band-aids go flying. He blames Richie, “You probably knocked it out of my fanny pack when you tackled me earlier.” Meanwhile, unbeknownst to a distressed Eddie, who is frankly just losing it, Richie is casually digging through his backpack (dropping empty packages of gum, wadded up paper, comics, a pair of broken glasses, etc.) He finally pulls out an inhaler and shoves it in Eddie’s mouth, saying something mildly inappropriate like “Suck on this, Eds.” Eddie, surprised but grateful, takes a deep breath and then asks him why he has a spare inhaler with him. Richie just winks. Then like five minutes later, once he’s calmed down (and tranquilized the gay panic at having Richie grasp his face) Eddie says “And don’t call me Eds.”

agenderraskel  asked:

What do you think of JARVIS? Can he get inside your arm? Has he ever done so? Are you ever concerned about him taking over the world?

i like jarvis. hes everything nickel science fiction novels promised back when i was a kid.

 jarvis–and anyone else for that matter–cant get inside my arm because my arm has no ability to transmit or receive data, except for an internal data port under the armor plates which has to be accessed with a unique cable. so if you can get at it and you have the necessary equipment you can mess with my arm, but it’s impossible to hack while im out doing stuff. 

not that tony or i told anyone that for the first few months. i managed to knock steves glass out of his hands four times, throw things at clint six times, and smack sam upside the head twice before they realized that my arm was not being remotely controlled by ‘the evil Dr Dextrous.’ 

im not concerned about jarvis taking over the world because probably hed be a lot better at keeping things running smoothly that current management. jarvis has managed to keep tony stark mostly alive without actually having hands for like. several decades now. which probably qualifies him for sainthood, or at least a really nice retirement package. i figure after all that chaos managing a few billion non-geniuses without access to flying tanks is basically a cakewalk. 

but since jarvis has more sense than–well. basically any avenger–he knows that taking over the world would be way more stress than its worth.
jarvis is smart like that.

This blouse from the Vampires pack was really, really nice, but the weird mesh panels just absolutely ruined it for me! I sat down with Photoshop and made this edit. It… took a while.

There are four versions of this - a coloured body with black and white trim (seen above on the left and right), and coloured trim with either black or white body (black version seen above in the center). Each version comes as its own package, but I’ve included a merged version with all four.

  • Requires the Vampires game pack
  • Available for Teen-Elder females; will work on any other gender/frame combination
  • Enabled for Party and Formal
  • Custom thumbnails on first swatch of each package (sorry, I didn’t feel up to doing 114 of the things) with a label to identify them
  • Tag me if you use this on a sim! I’d love to see your pictures :)

Download under the cut!

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anonymous asked:

#OnlyInGotham would the city council think that banning the sales of any and all green paint would slow down the @Riddler and the @Joker. THEY probably have tons of black (green?) market sources for their paint, but if I don't get some more sap green for my happy trees soon Gotham is gonna have another super villain on its hands! UPDATE: Received a package of green paint with a note that said, "Riddle me this: Who wears green and is sorry he almost turned you into the Hulk?" Thanks Edward :)

To my Dearest Regret, With Hope

Request: Listen. I’m legit bawling. I’m crying. My heart has been broken and scarred. You did that! I need a part 4 please or I might just die, M. Your writing is gonna kill me someday, you queen of angst, you. AND other sweet comments! THIS IS A PART OF THE To Newt, With Love series

Word Count: 2,627

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Part 1   |   Part 2   |   Part 3

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @gemininomad @fangirlingandcrying @adellyhatter-blog @ryeosomnia

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Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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anonymous asked:

I don't want to annoy you and I'm so so sorry if I do, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me colouring dandelions?, just for fun not public viewing because it's soo cute and I'm so looking forward to where the story goes~

oh oh oh ohohoh 

My answer is : sorry no, I would rather you not 

on a related topic: I was going to mention this right after posting part two but I forgot. I wanted to ask if people would be interested in buying a printed copy of Dandelions once I finish it!

My plan would be to go back, fix up, and color it. Then sell it either by itself or a bundle package option with some “family photo” prints and a baby shiro keychain 

re:zero shrine to summon season 2🙏🙏

anonymous asked:

do you ever feel like you are just reinforcing middle-class white bourgeois values and selling them to the masses as "normal" with your revamped miss manners bs? like my uncle who's a truck driver got me and all my cousins a $5 mcdonalds gift card for christmas, are we socially inept if we don't mail him a thank you on fancy stationery? i guess my problem is how you're packaging this shit like it's the universal way to be a "grownup" but it's highly class-specific and racially inflected.

I’m sorry you feel that way. Sometimes I do wonder about that, because, yes, if you are homeless then you have waaaaaay more important concerns than thank-you notes.

Your uncle’s gift does indeed require gratitude. If he mailed it to you, you can mail him back a quick note saying you love him, you hope life on the road is treating him right, that you got three McFlurries and enjoyed the hell out of them.

There is no way anyone could write a universal guide to How to Be Human that speaks to everyone in every circumstances. And yes, I am white and grew up middle-class, though I spent seven years right at the poverty line. So what I do is reach out to literally hundreds of people who are not like me, who have had their own experiences and live in their own skin. I spend hours and hours with them, ask questions, listen, and express gratitude that they were willing to share their minds, thoughts and stories with me.

I do my best to really question my own biases — my own sexism, racism, classism — in short, the things that nearly all of us have within us because we are products of a racist, sexist, classist culture. That is not something I can do once and be done with. That is an ongoing process that will, I hope, last the rest of my life.

These things said, I think if you read my books you’ll notice that what I’m actually talking about is being kind and compassionate to the humans around you; to listen without judgement; to speak respectfully but clearly when standing up for yourself or others; to distinguish between the things said or done out in bad faith versus someone who is trying to do well, but not quite there; to cut people including yourself slack, and to buy toilet paper in bulk if apartment storage space allows. I do think many of those things are universally useful.

Finally, if you disagree with all this, I have wonderful news: you literally never have to read a single word I write. There are billions and billions of words, sounds, sights, foods, thoughts, etc. out there that are not my output. Since life is fleeting and no one is getting any younger, I would recommend spending the only thing you’ll never get more of — time, and what we do with it — in ways that enrich rather than annoy you.

Let Me Love You pt. 6

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Description: You finally understand why Baekhyun acted so guilty.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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It hadn’t been long after your meeting with Baekhyun that you found yourself sitting at the bar of your hotel; the place where it all started. You couldn’t get the image of your new face out of your head and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or bad.

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anonymous asked:

Evening, Flockie. How can people think no fraternization policies are a myth? Sorry, children, they'll continue to exist because it's all about protecting the $$$$. Fucking retail chains enforce (my sibling, tbh), even The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders are told straight up, on day one. And is everyone forgetting the actors from NBC's "Grimm" coming out saying that the network allowed them to announce their engagement the LAST YEAR OF THE SHOW?

Wrapping one’s head around an industry like Hollywood is tough. Especially when so much of what we see is smoke, mirrors, half-truths, whole lies, and manufactured and packaged news. I understand skepticism. I understand trying to make sense of it all using the tools we have available, but sometimes those tools fall very, very short of the reality of the industry. We want to believe our faves are honest and good, and that they’re being well taken care of and respected by their employers, but it also creates blinders that block out anything below the surface, and only 10% of what exists is what we’re allowed to see. These people are in the business of storytelling and illusions, and absolutely use those tools to mislead and manipulate the public. When I give info about gossip media, I’m not talking out of my ass. I did it as a job and worked within that medium. I know how it works. I know to what lengths people go to hide things. All you have to do is watch scandals break to get the dirt.

Peace & Quiet | SLBP

A/N  - Based on this & this and I regret nothing - modern reincarnation AU

The first package had only taken a few hours to show up.

They hadn’t been fighting, exactly, but nonetheless, it had been blisteringly apparent to you that Saizo was at his limit for dealing with your…perhaps at times overly earnest fiancé. That he had deigned to openly show his annoyance had been the first indicator. That he had disappeared completely as soon as Yukimura turned away to answer a teammate’s question  was the second.

That the delicate, luxuriously expensive contents of the delivered package fit perfectly was the third.

You turned in the mirror, watching silk cling and curve like a second skin. 

It ought to bother you, you supposed, that he knew, but, well, it was Saizo. Of course he knew. Just as you knew that it had been him, despite the absence of a note, or a return address, or any other indicator the sender had been anyone but a shadow. No, aside from silk and delicate tissue paper, perfumed with the signature floral scent of the Uesugi Exclusive collection (Even their department store brand was an indulgence for you—mostly because if it did the job right, it usually didn’t survive for a second round and who had that kind of disposable income—but you could spend a month’s salary and still be unable to even find, let alone afford the luxurious, couture silk of their exclusive line) the only other item had been a schedule.

Yukimura’s schedule.

With two less-than-subtle workout time slots highlighted.

You considered the full-length mirror again, indulging in the impulse to slide your hands down your waist and hips in admiration. A simple movement, turned to sin in silk by the artful arrangement of assets in a flawlessly fitted ensemble. 

On the one hand, helping your fiancé’s best friend manipulate him to get a break in which to take a nap or something seemed…well exactly like it sounded.

On the other hand…you turned again, unable to stop the sigh of satisfaction.

Right. Focus.

On the other hand…you couldn’t prove it had been Saizo that sent it. Not officially. And even if you called the Uesugi offices to ask, they respected their clientele too much to reveal those sorts of things.

And it wasn’t returnable, anyway. You’d sighed over glossy photoshoots enough to know that.  

And Yukimura had been spending all that time working so hard…you missed him. And…he probably missed you too, surely, he just got so focused before a big match.

And you looked killer.

You bit your lip in thought—and found that even that, a simple expression of consternation, became a bed-ward beckoning if you tilted your chin, and let your hair fall over simple, barely-there straps…

Screw it. (Literally, you supposed, grabbing one of the orange, oversized shirts kept in your apartment, belting it as a dress and sliding your feet in shoes you could get off quickly).

You paused one last time to glance in the mirror, admiring the now-invisible assist one last time with a smile as delightfully, deliciously wicked as you felt.

Yukimura was going to get his workout.

(And Saizo was going to get his break).

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It’ll Always Be Me and You

Request: “Credence Fluff!!!! Haven’t seen Credence fics in so long, can you do it based off of “You and I” by Avant please?”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 2169

Warnings: SO! MUCH! FLUFF!

Originally posted by couplenotes

Oh baby
Funny how things have changed in my life now
Whether near or far I wanna be where you are

Credence held you in his arms as you both lay in your new garden. The lease had been signed and it was final. This old beautiful home surrounded by lush landscape was yours to share. You hummed contently, Credence’s long fingers dragging through your hair. The air was rich with an array of sweet scents, and your knees were still dirty from planting the new Sweet Peas in the garden.

“The Sweet Peas look perfect in that spot!” You had said, huffing with your hands on your hips.

“And you look perfect too, my Sweet Pea.” Credence smiled, giving you a tender kiss.

You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you relished the feeling of being so close to him. The giddiness you felt had never died down, even after being with him for nearly two years now. You knew this memory would be one that would stick out in your mind whenever you reminisced about your life.

“Can you believe how far we’ve come?” You asked, looking up at a now slightly tanned Credence. He looked so different to when you’d first met. He was alone and afraid, and it showed. And now, he was loved and cared for, and it showed.

“I can.” He responded, combing a hand through his lengthy locks. They cascaded around his face, and you made a mental note that it would soon be time to trim his hair again. “I can believe it because anything’s possible when I’m with you.”

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starlightanimations  asked:

Heya! Sorry to bother and this is kinda stupid but, do you remember me? I was on a Livestream a long time ago and we talked about How people draw "jaltoid fanart" when it's only emi? And I also asked to be your guys's friend and you said your a package deal

I think I remember? And yeah, that’s a thing that still happens even now.

People draw “Jaltoid Fanart” and then draw only Emi, it sucks! Some people say “Well I’m planning to draw dalton later” and then never do. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Emi hates seeing fanart of only herself, so it doesn’t do them any good anyways. (She hates it because in turn it just makes Dalton feel bad)

If you’re gonna be a fan of Jaltoid and you want to show you like Jaltoid, then you should draw both of us. Not saying we don’t appreciate fanart, but it’s something that’s really important to us. Too many people still give Emi all the credit and that’s just not right and all it does is discourages Dalton from even wanting to participate. Without Dalton, there is no channel lol, some people don’t seem to realize that.

But Emi’s The Girl™ and often seen as more relatable or the funny man to the straight man shtick and so people latch onto her a lot more. (Especially when she has a dirty mouth)

We will always be a packaged deal. Idk if it’s like this so religiously with other internet duos, but it is for us. We’re inseparable in real life, so we’d like to be seen that way online too.

anonymous asked:

Can you write me an hc with them using a double ended dildo? pretty please?


The boys had talked it out, and realised they both wanted to bottom. This was a problem, of course, because they had no one to top. Until Dan grinned mischievously and nudged Phil. “Y'know… we could always order a double ended dildo…” he said as casually as he could manage, hearing Phil groan softly. They quickly ordered one, cocks hard, and gave each other sloppy blowjobs to ease it.

About four days later, the package arrived. The boys grabbed it, grinning at each other. Dan frantically opened it as Phil led them to the bedroom, stripping off slowly on his way there. They tumbled onto the bed, teeth knocking together as they kissed messily. Once the kiss got heated, Dan whimpered, starting to grind against Phil. Phil groaned, rolling his hips up to meet Dan’s.

Phil’s nails dug into Dan’s back as they ground against each other, both of them stopping to take off their pants and underwear. Dan started to grind again, the drag of skin making him mewl and beg, face buried in Phil’s neck.

Once they were both desperately rocking against each other, Dan hurriedly grabbed the lube and the dildo. He slicked up his fingers, kissing Phil’s hip. “Wanna do yourself or should I?” Dan said, and Phil smiled, shaking his head. “I can do it,” he said, snatching the bottle of lube.

And, oh, what a sight that was. Dan was riding his fingers, lip bitten and eyes shut in concentration, fingers moving in such a way that Dan’s breath kept hitching. And Phil was spread out, gently fingering himself, trying to stretch instead of make it pleasureable. Dan broke Phil’s thought train by letting out such a pretty moan, pulling his fingers out.

“Can I use the dildo, please? Please I needa be filled,” Dan begged, looking at Phil. Phil nodded, and Dan breathed a sigh of relief as he grabbed the dildo, quickly lathering one end with lube and pushing it in. He almost came just from that, it was getting /so deep/.

Phil hurriedly stretched himself, grabbing the other end and covering it in lube, slowly pushing it in. He groaned lowly, arching his back as it settled close to his prostate. Dan smiled, leaning back. “Ready?” He breathed, and Phil nodded. Dan pulled forward, before slamming back, a broken gasp leaving his mouth. Phil bit his lip, trying to pick up the same pattern. Eventually, they did, fucking themselves on the dildo as their moans and whimpers echoed around the room.

Dan gripped the sheets, eyes rolling as the dildo hit his prostate. “Fuck, Phil, I-I’m gonna cum!” He stuttered, wrapping a hand around his cock and arching his back. Phil nodded, eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck, m-me too,” he said, seeming determined to cum untouched, fucking himself back out of rhythm and gripping the sheets tightly. Dan got closer until his moans reached a crescendo, moaning loudly and high as he came all over his stomach, clenching hard around the dildo.

Dan had already come down when Phil came, back arched and cock twitching. Dan almost got hard again from the sight, and the sound of Phil’s usually deep voice moaning, high and broken. As Phil shuddered through the aftershocks, Dan quickly cleaned up, before scooting in next to Phil. “Fuck, that was good,” Dan said with a smile, and Phil nodded sleepily. “Maybe next time we’ll do it on vibrate,” he said, waving the remote that came with the dildo.