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long pose of my apartment!! decided to redo the original post since we got 50 more spaces and more food housing item!! which btw! i finally got them all today! meaning i have all the housing food items again in game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (also you cant see it but i do indeed have the cake tray, its just hidden in the kitchen corner) XD feel free to check out balmung - lavender beds - lily hills subdivision - apartment #11

also? this has been brought up a few times, if anyone wants to use my place for an rp event or anything let me know! and we can change it up a little too!

|| Easy ||

{summary: “it’s so easy. falling in love with you is incredibly easy.”}

you anons are turning my whole inbox into some erotic fanfiction with all of the naughty headcanons you’ve been sending in ;w; i’ll work on posting those headcanons as time goes by, for now, all i want to do is write a fluffy story for peter parker based on my long winded answer/headcanon about how easy it is for peter parker to fall in love with someone. yeah i meant to post this on queue, but this was too fluffy and sweet to NOT share ASAP.

lmao someone boost my confidence and tell me that peter would love me as much as i love him ;w; [♥] because honestly, this boi means the world to me and i’ll always want him to be happy

tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @fangeekkk , @nekonerdxox , @pepcvina , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**warnings: none, just pure fluff [♥]

**Don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**

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You thought that you had misheard Peter, feeling your eyebrows furrow together as you slowly brought your book down to get a closer glimpse of your best friend.

Sitting on the edge of his bed directly in front of you, you watch as Peter nervously fiddled with the ends of his oversized sweater with a prominent blush settled against his cheeks. Closing your book so that you could give him your full attention, you slowly ask him, “Peter, what did you just say to me?”

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You know what fuckin bothers me?

At the end of The Dark Knight Rises, they make this whole big deal with a setup about Joseph Gordon-Levitt being left the batcave and basically leading up to him becoming Robin, but have we gotten a Robin movie with him?? No. Will we ever get one??? Probably not.

Happy Birthday @incaseyouart 💕

If you asked me a year ago if i will ever draw myself, I would have said no. But if its the only way we can ever be in the same picture, I’ll draw myself standing next to you over and over again to remind me even if we live all the way across the ocean from each other, art and internet can keep us together. Thank you for being you and the biggest ray of light in my life. Happy birthday, my special bean :’)! You mean so much to me and more!!!

Three Minutes

Rules are: write a title, set a timer for three minutes, and write like mad! Post whatever you come up with, whether it’s turned into a story or not. Feel free to join! (And to tweak a few sentences once the timer runs out. No judgement! It’s just for fun.)


Black Mold

The walls are black. The ceiling too. The blight started in the corner, where the mouse had chewed its way inside my prison and brought the damp and the rain with it, but now it’s everywhere. On the floor. On the walls. In my bed and in the kitchen. Everywhere. I live with it, and I can’t escape, because I’m here, and I’ll never leave. Never.
The guards don’t even notice it. They’re blind, every one of them. Their eyes are white and their shields are red, and the swords at their waists are dyed crimson with old blood. How do they always know? That I’m still alive, that I’m still here? They hear me, I think. Hear me breathing, hear my heart beating in my chest. If I died tomorrow, they would know it.
But the mold would be the one to dispose of me. These doors never open. Not even for death.

WEST COAST GOTHIC

* The seagulls are slowly inching closer. Judging by the glint in their eyes, they will not be satisfied with your lunch this time.
* Every day, one more spot in the vending machine has been claimed by Hot Cheetos. You aren’t sure what happens when they’ve taken over.
* It’s June, and the tourists begin to roll in. Everyone keeps their doors shut, and avoids them at the beach. We can’t shatter the illusion of the postcard-perfect town. Not again.
* Four surfers enter the water one night. Five come out.
* The mountains are alive. No one mentions it. They don’t have to.
* You’re at the county fair one night, at the top of the Ferris wheel. You look out over the ocean, and see something moving. Surely it must just be a surfer, right?
* While swimming in the Pacific one day, you feel something caress your leg. You pray it’s just seaweed.
* There’s an unspoken rule about going into the desert at night.
* You come back home from a night out to see a UFO hovering above your residence. You shrug, and leave to spend the night at a friend’s house. Better safe than sorry.
* You see what looks like a fire burning on the surface of the water one night. It’s too far to be a boat, but too close to be an oil rig.
* You lie awake, unable to sleep. The waves sound closer than usual.
* It rains, just a light sprinkle. The people are celebrating in the streets. It’s been so, so long.
* The hills above town are on fire. Ash fills the air and congests your lungs. No one evacuates, PE classes are simply brought inside for the day. Like everyone else, you simply wait, hoping it doesn’t cross the 101.
* There’s a loud grating noise from down the street. In the morning, you see that the landslides have swallowed your neighbor’s house again.
* Everyone awaits The Big One, the earthquake that will send California tumbling into the Pacific. For many, it can’t come soon enough.

anonymous asked:

💜💜💜💜💜 I know it's hard right now but I hope you can keep pushing through this ^^. You're blog is fantastic and I love it but I can definitely handle waiting a bit for more posts because you need to take care of yourself :D focus on doing what u wanna do as much as u can and I'll wait happily until you can keep up with the queue and stuff again ^^ I hope you're getting betterrrr 💜💜💜💜💜 show that bpd who's boss >:3

Wow… thank you so much for this. I’m finding it harder and harder to push through. Some days are better than others, but lately (especially in the past 3 days or so) I’ve encountered trigger after trigger and it’s brought me down really low. It’s usually obvious to my followers when I’m feeling this way because I’ll post less on this blog and start to reblog more sad stuff on my main blog. Thank you so much for reminding me that you’ll still be around and that okay to take time to myself. This was exactly the motivation I needed ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I appreciate you more than words can possibly describe. I hope you’re doing well and that you’ve had/are having a lovely day because you absolutely deserve it. Thank you so so so much. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

SEND SOME SUBMISSIONS!!

Hey yall! LOTD might be on a tiny hiatus for the next month or so as I’ll be traveling around Europe for 6 weeks, and I haven’t had the best luck with finding wifi so far.

That being said, I would love to fill up with queue with posts from yall, so send in submissions to help keep the blog active!!

Remember to caption your photo submission with “Today’s Lin brought to you by: insert caption here.” If you absolutely can’t think of a caption, still send in pics/gifs and I’ll add a caption.

-dlaine

someone brought it to my attention that i had reblogged sexually suggestive imgs of children. i’m very sorry for doing so and i understand if people want to unfollow. i’ve deleted the post, along with anything that had been in my blog in the past and anything in my queue. i shouldve paid more attention to what was in the picture, its stupid to just reblog those things just because it fit my aesthetic. ill be more careful in the future and feel free to send something if you see me reblog another post like that, or if theres something in my archive that i havent deleted.

Quidditch Fiend: Oliver Wood X Reader

Request: Could u do an oliver imagine where ur lockhearts daughter and captin of ravenclaw quidditch team and he is ur boyfriend and ur dad is being annoying so u go to him for comfort and fluuuufffff!?!

A/N: sorry I know this wasn’t the next request, but I wanted to post something for you guys and this one seemed quick and easy to write compared to the others. I’ve been busier than I thought unfortunately but I’ll try to get the queue filled tomorrow!

“Dad, I would think you of all people would understand that Quidditch can be just as beneficial as anything else,” you argued with your father, who has brought up a few concerns about your lifestyle.

You were angry that he was berating you for spending “too much time on quidditch” and not “not enough time on your studies,” when he was busy trying to become friends with students who had parents as successful seekers and keepers.

“For others, maybe, but don’t you feel it’d be best to have a backup plan? Things like that don’t always work out in the future,” he tried to reason.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his hypocrisy. “I’m the captain of the team, that’s got to mean something to you. Obviously I’m quite good.”

“Of course, Y/N, you’re a brilliant player, but the professional world of quidditch is much more competitive than Hogwarts teams. It’s lucky for someone to even become the broom polisher for those teams.”

You sighed in frustration, knowing that he was right. But he didn’t seem to understand that you weren’t going to give up just because it was a difficult road ahead. It just meant that you needed as much practice as possible, to hone your skills for the future- even if it meant not studying as much as you used to.

He had distracted himself with paperwork and you took the opportunity to slip from his office, not wanting to continue the conversation. You just wanted to talk to the one person who seemed to understand your passion and determination for quidditch: Oliver.

It was getting late, and students had begun heading back to their dorms, but you knew where Oliver would be- he told you at dinner that he had an astronomy assignment to work on, and you had a feeling he wouldn’t be finished yet.

Sure enough, when you arrived at the tower, Oliver’s back was to you, his eye pressed against the narrow end of a telescope. His hand went to make a mark on his chart and you knocked on the door lightly.

He turned around quickly, thinking it’d be a teacher telling him to go to his dorm, but was relieved and happy to see you.

“Come to watch me struggle?” he joked, already forgetting what he had been about to write.

“More like come to complain about my father,” you smiled, sitting in the floor near Oliver’s workspace in front of the giant window. The darkening night sky looked down at you, moonlight shining on the marble floor.

“What’s he done now, try to recruit you into his little club as well?” he smirked, knowing you hated the club of students with “promising futures” or “successful parents.”

“Quite the opposite actually,” you replied. He cocked his head in confusion and you elaborated, telling him how your father wasn’t fond of your evident decision to pick quidditch over schoolwork.

Oliver sat down next to you, an arm wrapping around your shoulders. “That’s insane.”

“I figured you’d agree,” you smiled. “How can he look down on it like that- like it’s less than- I don’t know- Divination or Ancient Runes. It requires skill and practice.”

“Not even that- how can he not see your potential?” Oliver asked, and you blushed at the praise.

“I’m not that good-”

“Are you mad? (Y/N) you’re brilliant! Obviously it’s difficult to get on a professional team but if anyone can do it it’s you,” he said, looking at you intensely. You could hear the honesty in his voice and it only made you love him more. “I hate seeing you upset, especially over something you don’t even need to worry about.”

“Well it’s hard to be upset when you’re around,” you said, looking up at him.

He leaned forward, giving you a quick, gentle, but romantic kiss. His hand caressed your face even after he pulled away, and you smiled against it.

“I love you, you know,” you assured him. “Thanks for making me feel better.”

“I love you, you quidditch fiend. And don’t you forget it,” he replied, giving your nose a playful kiss. The two of you cuddled together, viewing the stars. Your worries were miles away.

Top 25 OTPs

3. Harry/Hermione (Harry Potter)

He walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it, and found himself face-to-face with Hermione.
“Hello,” she said, holding up a stack of toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. “I brought you this… . Want to go for a walk?”
“Good idea,” said Harry gratefully.
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“Oho! ’One of my friends is muggle-born, and she’s the best in our year!’ I’m assuming this is the very friend of whom you spoke, Harry?”
“Yes sir,” said Harry. Hermione turned to Harry with a radiant expression and whispered, “Did you really tell him I’m the best in the year? Oh, Harry!”

I’m so sorry I have been so rubbish at being active recently. I started a new job last week and on Friday we brought our kitten home so it’s been extremely busy!

Please add a comment to this post regarding any positivity you would like to see. I’m going to set up a queue and want to fill it with things that are useful to you all.

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One of my favorite things about Bangtan is all the love you can literally feel between them. It’s felt across borders, across oceans, across language and cultural barriers. Their love for one another is so amazingly and beautifully tangible. It’s evident; clear as crystal, bright as day. We see it in the way they treat each other. Respectfully and mindfully as coworkers. With care and with love as friends, brothers even. Seeing them successful, healthy, and happy doing what they love. Watching these sweet, sweet petals blossom together…I just really, really love it.