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GUYS. I MADE THIS THING. ((also yes sorry for bad video quality. I honestly wish I could make it better but I made do with what I had i.e. a camera phone and a sister and some walls to prop things up on huhu)) BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

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DOUMEKI IS SERIOUS OK WATANUKI. 

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN HIM RAISE HIS VOICE BEFORE

HE EVEN DID THE ANIME HAND WALL THING

THAT’S HOW SERIOUS HE IS

Fun story, someone tried the anime hand wall thing on me once. It worked for precisely two seconds before I ducked under it and kept going. 

FUN TIPS TO TRY AT HOME, WATANUKI. 

For a moment I thought he was sitting on a giant fortune cookie and I was incredibly excited. 

BUT YUUKO ICHIHARA IS HERE AND THAT’S EVEN BETTER SO I’M OKAY WITH IT. 

She’s not going to be able to do it, but more importantly, damn Yuuko what are you wearing that’s incredible.

[PR_SS] Happy Walls Colors Palette - 9 colors

Hello everyone! Today i make a recolor from this walls from madmono :)! I like it so much i decided to upload for everyone! Tommorrow upload some other cc i make today!! Have a good night or day!!! Sorry for not showing all the colors x’) 

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@leo-sims @mxims @mio-sims Thanks for the lovely CC!!! Rug by me! 

I hope everyone likes it <3! 

If something wrong with the links or other things, please send me a message :D If you use my cc tag me #PR_Supernovasims or mysims4screenshots and i will like it and reblog the pictures!!!!

It’s five in the morning and I can’t sleep because my brain just smashed Ignis and Gentiana together.

Igniana.

…I’m gonna ship this forever

Clouds

“EVER ONE SHUT UP.”

The room fell silent, tears appearing, dropping and splattering on the floor. Drip. A sniffle erupts from Edd. He shakes and feels like a heavy boulder supported by twigs. He backs up against the wall, eyes shifting around so fast he gets dizzy. As he sinks to the floor, Tord rushes to his side, taking his arm and sitting down with him, backs pressed to the wall.

Tom looks like he is about to throw up. His face is pale and eyes watering. Of course he feels horrible, but gives everyone else a chance to settle a bit before he speaks again.

“I-im sorry for shouting, but you need to be able to communicate properly is anything is going to get done.” Matt looks awful, purple rings under his bloodshot eyes. A side of him not seen often. A truly tired sad side, and nobody thought it was a good look for him.

He gave a weary smile, “Now please, no more shouting.”

Tom thinks this is a good moment to begin his explanation. A deep, shaky breath preceded his words.

“I.. I fucked up,” he expected a ‘yeah you did’, but nobody seemed to have the energy for that. He looked over to the ones he’d hurt, huddled close in a pile of tears and warm skin. He fought the urge to break down himself, but took another breath and continued.

“You don’t have to believe me, you don’t have to even speak to me anymore. I could go, but not without trying to make things right, no matter how hard that’s gonna be.”

“Tom, I don’t want to hear it.”

He was almost surprised at how hoarse and scared Edd shounded. His gaze of disapproval matched Tord’s.

“Neither do I. I don’t know if I ever will be ready to speak to you again. Please, just leave us alone,” Edd buried his face into Tord’s shirt.

“But I-”

“I don’t need you to agree with me.”

Matt worridly looked at his friends, “I thought we were going to resolve this!”

Edd’s face appeared once again, “Matt, I know it’s tough, but I’ve never not wanted to see his face more than right now,” a bitter tinge to his words made everyone more aware, “please understand that we are going to need some space for awhile.”

Matt only nodded. He offered to accompany Tom, but he just shook his head and left. Edd and Tord eventually get off the floor.

“I need a smoke.”

Tord leaves to vent his thoughts in the form of thick clouds of tar. His body aches, and his mind is empty. Edd and Matt are on the couch, close together and contempt. Poor Edd. He’s cried so much he can’t anymore, and dryly sobs instead. The two fall asleep soon after. The silence is grueling, in a sense of a new era of bond that seemed almost twisted. It will never be the same, no matter how much anyone dreams of it.


(Heyoo, I’m still in love with your au! And I sure do love angst, so here’s another contribution to my many writings of it heh -Plus)


-OMG YESYES

anonymous asked:

I just woke up from a dream where jack, ryan, michael and gavin were filming some kind of live action let's play in this big school auditorium and the first task was to climb up to this platform that was like right at the top of the wall. The others were all moving furniture to climb and parkouring around the room and ryan just straight up grabs the bricks on the wall and just scales it like a cat. When he got to the platform even he seemed surprised that he made it like that.

That sounds like an awesome dream. And it seems totally possible that Ryan would have this unknown talent and just get to work while everyone else has to plan things out

what do you do when it’s 2am and you’re reminiscing about the Blake siblings pre-3x09 and it hits you like a brick wall how just how much the writers fucked up with their relationship?

guys, I’ve hit a wall. I feel like all my writings are going down hill; they’re either too short or too I don’t know. It seems like they’re just getting shorter and shorter and I don’t know what to do. If you have any tips message me please. I feel like I’m letting you all down with really bad imagines, I’m sorry. 

Shadows....

For nearly 15 years…. I’ve been consistently seeing shadow figures. But it started when I started reading an Anne Rice book, The Witching Hour. They got worse when I read, The Goode House. I blamed the books. But now they have completely vanished. I’d never seen them before I read those books. And that wasn’t my entry into the occult. I realize what they are…. it was death. 15 years ago my 1st husband died. Then several inlaws I was very close to. Then my father…. brother…. and most recently my mother. The shadows are gone now. The shadows looked like black waterbugs on the wall. I could see them from the corner of my eye, but when I put my eye on them they vanished. The closer they got was when the death occurred. I wasn’t going to share this. But they scared the hell out of me and no one could tell me what they were or where they came from. I’m sharing to help someone who may be experiencing something similar.

Originally posted by cyberdigital