this was just sitting here in my folder

Here’s something I did when I was practicing some kisses .. `v` I had seen a llot of NamixVivi stuff on my dash and I thought it was adorable so it .. it just happened

Morgan Rielly - Part Ten

Shorter post but exciting things coming…. 

When I close my front door behind me I can’t help but lean back against it. My head hits the wooden frame with a soft thud and I close my eyes.

               It was nearly two in the morning already and I had walked over to Morgan’s at six.

               And I hadn’t even wanted to leave.

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Once upon a time I actually thought these were real screenshots, and I had missed something in the final episode of DM. These were edited by someone some years ago, back when Yugioh fans roleplayed on Myspace, and used obnoxious font styles in MSN chat windows. Thought I’d share, because they’ve just been sitting in my folder, and they actually look pretty convincing.

The Roommate (JasonXcivilian!reader)

Requested: Yes
Request: Hello dear!! Nah I please request a Jason x civilian!reader where Jason becomes roommates with the reader because he want to keep a “low profile” and tries to hide the fact that he is the red hood
Summary: You are on the search for a roommate to help you while you are struggling with paying bills. After meeting a couple of undesirable people, Jason shows up and seems to be the perfect fit for a roommate, if not a little moody.
Word Count: 1726

   You frowned as you stared at the screen full of emails in response to your ad. Despite your best efforts, you could no longer afford to live alone. The bills were piling up and the overwhelming feeling of debt had robbed you many nights of sleep. So, you cleaned out the spare room, made up the guest bed, and put out an ad looking for a roommate.

As you read the responses, you couldn’t help but want to bang your head against the wall. Half of the replies looked to be written by what you could only assume was a five year old, and the other half were crazies trying to find out where you lived. Through the dozens of emails, three stood out as normal and decent people. They seemed genuinely interested in a shared living space.

You reached out to them, giving them the opportunity to see the apartment and make a decision. Two agreed to come over tomorrow, one in the morning, the other in the afternoon. The third candidate had an important meeting tomorrow and wouldn’t be able to meet until the next day, so you made arrangements with him to come over once your shift at the hospital was over.

You spent the rest of the evening cleaning, your mood lifted slightly with the hopes that someone would be their to carry part of the financial burden. You fluffed the apartment, making sure everything looked welcoming and smelled pleasant. Before you went to bed, you checked the locks and windows like you did every night.

The next day, you spent a whole hour making sure you looked your best. You lit your favorite scented candles, hoping that it made the apartment warmer. You ate your breakfast as you kept an eye on the clock. It was purposely moving slowly to torment you. Time always seemed to inch by whenever you were waiting for something important. But eventually, it was 10 o’clock and not much time after that, a knock sounded from the front door.

You quickly made it to the door and opened it to greet the woman you were showing the apartment to. As soon as you opened the door, you were met with a very strong wave of body odor. You had to mask your gag as a cough into your sleeve. You looked at the woman properly to see she was wearing baggy pants that you couldn’t tell if they were green or brown and a black sweater that nearly reached her knees. Her hair was tied into a knot on the top of her head.

“Hi! I’m Glenda!” she greeted loudly. “You must be, (y/n)!” she added. As her loud words reached your ears, her breath hit your face, making it very difficult not to close the door in her face.

“Yes, please come in,” you shoved away your first impression of disgust and found your manners. You stepped aside and let her walk inside. She immediately began looking around the place. The front door opened into kitchen and dining area. She looked pleased with the layout and took no time in finding the living room.

“Oh! I like the balcony!” she exclaimed loudly as she shoved the mostly glass door open and walked outside. She darted back inside, leaving the door open, cold air blowing inside, as she started down the hallway to the bedrooms. “Which room is mine?” she asked loudly as you hurried to close the door before it started snowing in your apartment. You glared up at the sky, wondering if this was some kind of punishment.

“The one on the right,” you answered as you followed her down the hall. She was looking in your room. You grit your teeth trying not to lose your head over this invasion of your space. She quickly wandered passed you into next room, the spare room. She frowned as she looked around.

“It’s a little bland compared to the rest of the place!” she huffed loudly. You were feeling a headache coming on already.

“Well, I figured whoever moved in would want to decorate it to their own tastes,” you shrugged. She looked unimpressed as she pushed passed you again to get to the bathroom. The bathroom was pretty spacious for it to be an apartment, but it had been hard to contain all of your toiletries to one half.

“Is this the only bathroom?” she asked.

“Yes, it’s a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment,” you answered. She crossed her arms.

“I’m not sure that sharing a bathroom is going to work for me,” she said in her high pitched loud voice. You were thankful she was the one to decide against it so you didn’t have to worry about telling her no.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” you said as you trying to steer her towards the door. She left just as quickly as she came, but her pungent odor lingered.

You sprayed air freshener throughout the entire apartment and collapsed on the sofa. You hoped the next person coming over wouldn’t notice the smell. You also hoped that they didn’t stink.

It was right after you finished eating lunch, that there was a knock on the door. You opened it to reveal a rather short man. He was balding on the top of his head, but he was well groomed and wore clean clothing. You smiled and welcomed him to come inside.

“My name is Gary,” he introduced himself awkwardly. He was shy and it seemed that you made him nervous.

“Hello, Gary, I’m (y/n). Would you like to look around?” you asked. He actually allowed you to give him a tour. You explained the living arrangements and how the division of bills would work. You showed him his room and the bathroom. He seemed like a very reasonable man despite his nervousness.

“Do you have any questions?” you asked with a smile. His face got red.

“Do you have any drugs?” he asked softly. You took a moment to process what he had just plainly said.

“What?” you asked as your brows crushed together in confusion.

“You know, drugs!” he shook his hands. “Crack? Heroine?” he pushed further. You frowned.

“No, and I’m sorry, but I can’t share a space with someone doing drugs,” you informed him as you held open the door. His face burned bright red, but he left without having to be told twice. You shook your head and felt like screaming. You’re last hope was the man coming over tomorrow night. Or you were back at square one.

You went through you nightly routine again, checking the locks and windows before getting ready for bed. You had a long shift tomorrow at Gotham General where you worked as a nurse. You went to bed relatively early but sleep avoided you as more thoughts of your struggling bank account plagued your mind.

You day went by quickly. There had been a car pile up, filling up the emergency room with trauma patients. You kept very busy, allowing time to whiz by. Before you knew it, it was time to head back home.

You had chosen your apartment for the sole reason that it was close to the hospital. You didn’t have to catch a taxi or even ride the bus to get home. Just a short walk and you were back home.

You had literally just walked into the building when you saw him. He wore a brown leather jacket and black pants. He was very tall and he was well built, you could tell even through the layers. You tried not to stare, but he was gorgeous. His dark hair was just perfectly messy. He turned his head and his blue eyes met yours dead on.

“Hi, are you (y/n)?” he asked. Your (y/e/c) eyes widened in shock, but you shook your head and collected your thoughts.

“Yes, I am. Are you here about the apartment?” you asked politely. He nodded.

“Right this way, Jason, right?” you smiled as you lead the way towards the stairs. He nodded and followed quietly, his footsteps only barely making a sound behind you. Once you made it to the third floor, you dug out your key and opened the door.

You allowed him to walk inside first, and you closed the door once you were both inside.

“It’s not the biggest, but I think it should be fine for two people,” you started as you began giving him the tour. He was pretty silent throughout and when he saw the bed in the guest room he smiled.

“So, when can I move in?” he asked with a cocky smirk. It sent flutters to your stomach. You swallowed slowly as you tried to gather you thoughts.

“Well, as soon as possible,” you nodded. “Wait, you don’t do drugs, do you?” you asked abruptly. He frowned.

“No, I don’t,” he crossed his arms. “Do you?” he returned.

No, not at all,” you waved your hands. “Thank goodness!” you practically cheered. He looked at you as if you were a crazy person. “You don’t even know what I’ve been through trying to find a roommate,” you brushed it off and lead the way back to the kitchen.

“So, when will you be moving in? There is a $350 deposit to cover this months bills,” you explained as you opened the file folder you had gathered together in a makeshift contract.

“How about now?” he asked. You dropped the contract and looked up at him.

“What?” you questioned. He pulled out a wad of money and counted off a few hundred dollar bills.

“Here’s $400, if I can just sleep here tonight and get the rest of my stuff tomorrow,” he offered the cash. You pulled out a chair and motioned for him to sit. He did and laid the money on the table. You quickly went over the contract, discussing the rent and bills and the apartment rules you were given when you moved in yourself. He signed and you handed him the spare key. He nodded and stood, going to the spare room and closing the door. You just sat at the table stunned.

“Well, that was easy,” you sighed as you grabbed the cash and put in an envelope to take care of in the morning.    

A/N: So, I honestly spent all day at work thinking about this and decided to see if I could turn it into a series. So, consider this part one! Hope you like it!

A letter to Terry Pratchett

alright, how to do this. Since i was 12 my favorite author has always been Terry Pratchett. His Tiffany Aching series shaped who i am today, and i hold his writing above all other writing. i always fantasized about meeting him and telling him how much his writing meant to me and how grateful i was. And then he died the day before my 17th birthday. and god, i wept. i completely broke down. it took me a while to recover, and even longer to find the words, but i wrote him this letter, and i thought i’d put it by the terry pratchett memorial next time i came to london (i live in denmark), but by the time i came the memorial had been painted over. and so this letter has been sitting in my documents folder for a long time, and i feel like that iis wrong. i need to put it out there somewhere in the world - even if its just for closure. i watched the BBC documentary ‘back in black’ recently and i got the idea to publish the letter here, so i may live to regret this but here it comes; my badly written, far too long letter to a man who will never read it:

Dear Sir Terry Pratchett,

I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter. As things are, you’ll never read it, and even if you could, I don’t know if I’d dare give it to you. Or if I’d even dare approach you. You see (and you’ll probably disagree/dislike me for this/get miffed about this), you rank frighteningly high on my list of natural forces, my hierarchy of deities. You probably wouldn’t like that, rather a rising ape than a fallen angel, but that is how it is. I believe in a god, but you are closer to him in my accounts than you will ever be to me. Maybe that’s wrong, don’t put your heroes on pedestals and whatnot, but I don’t think I can stop it now. It’s just how it is. So I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter, or if anyone will ever read it, but I think I needed to do it. Get out all the things I will never get a chance to tell you. Very human, isn’t it?

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kahlofreak  asked:

oke it's me again. how do you have your mods folder organised? your gameplay has kinda tempted me to use cc again (just very maxis match stuff) but i have no idea where to start organisation wise. help. (sorry for spamming you btw, blame will)

Henlo again (and don’t worry I like spam) and I’m not gunna lie my Mods folder has seen better days, but right now it looks like this :P

typically my Mods folder is more organized but I’ve been lazy, so here is a  recommendation:

  • Defaults → Skin / Eyes / Etc
  • CAS → Clothing / skin details / Hair / Makeup / Accessories
  • Buy → Comfort/ Bathroom/ Surfaces/ Entertainment/ Deco/ Electronics/ Overrides/ Misc
  • Build → Exterior / Flora / Fauna / Awnings / Floors / Walls / Roofs / Foundation / Doors / Windows / Misc
  • Mods → This folder is usually a mess, I just make folders with the name of the mod, and then place the files inside it. Ex: WickedWhims, AlienEarSlider, NoEALashes
  • Projects → This is just where I put stuff I’m creating and tbh it usually sits there and I forgot to put it in a category
  • Poses → I only have a couple poses but it’s useful to put them in folders like “Mean” “Romantic” or whatever the CAS trait is (I don’t use ingame poses, if I do it’s for like 3 seconds then I remove them some my Mods folder)

My sub folders are a n i g h t m a r e right now, but here is inside my “buy” folder:

I hope this helped a little bit! Some people also liek to categorize stuff by the creator’s name! 

*.:。♦ ⋅ ⋆ — ariana grande gif icons.

i know there’s a million ariana gif hunts out there but i made a lot of these gifs a while ago & since i’m no longer using them, i thought it’d be worthwhile to update & release them. otherwise they’d just be sitting in my folder going to waste !! so, by clicking here, you’ll be redirected to 250 275 gif icons of ariana grande. all of the gifs located in this hunt were made from scratch by yours truly, so please like and/or reblog if you find them useful. please don’t redistribute, repost or include any of the following gifs in another gif hunt. enjoy !!

anonymous asked:

53 and 29 with solangelo?

29. “You said my name in your sleep.”

-> done!

53. “Sit in my lap.”

“I swear, this chair is the most uncomfortable one I’ve ever sat on and I’ve been on the streets for years” Nico didn’t bother hiding his complaints as he kept on moving from the wooden chair he was sitting on.

“Nico, that chair’s been in your cabin for years now”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t complain about it. It’s still uncomfortable”

“Then sit on your bed?”

“I just made them and Hazel’s visiting today so I want the cabin looking all tidy while she’s here”

“You can sit here on the floor with me?”

“The floor is currently cold for my liking and unlike you, I don’t generate body heat”

Will rolled his eyes but still ended up looking fondly at his boyfriend. The son of Apollo was currently sitting on the floor, looking over his own cabin’s weekly camp activities making sure none of them would be overlapping.

He set the folder aside and motioned for Nico to come closer. “Sit in my lap?”

Nico didn’t hesitate and jumped in on the offer. Will just chuckled before wrapping both arms around Nico’s waist.

“Comfy enough?”


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i was sorting my pc folders again and found some old hand fan design that i made last year, which i only made for personal use and printed out some as gifts for my friends ;; but it seems like a waste to just let the designs sit there in my folder, so if anyone is planning to print out fans for the upcoming concerts (for personal use or free giveaway) and is looking for an availanle design, feel free to contact me! here’s how they look like