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jigglejaggle  asked:

(this is someone else's prompt, i don't remember who made it though but it's a bit different than the original..) could you write something where lance is stuck cleaning the decontamination chamber and he accidentally turns on with him inside so there's water filling up the room rapidly and he's running out of time but someone finally comes by and hears him screaming and freaking out trying to get him out. You can choose if lance dies or not (I'd prefer that he almost does but is revived by CPR)

I hope you like it; I haven’t slept in 30 hours so I’m just chugging along here…

A few aspects of living in a flying castle really bugged Lance.

How is anyone in their right mind supposed to clean the thing, especially while trying to fight a war at the same time?

How is someone supposed to stay out of the frankly ridiculous amount of traps and strange places scattered haphazardly around?

And, most importantly, how is someone supposed to get out of said traps when there are only six other people on the ship with a once again absurd square footage?

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What I Wish I’d Known Freshman Year (a.k.a. How to Survive Your First Year of High School)

I’ve been thinking about making this post for a while now and have gotten some asks about freshman year so without further ado, here it is. Freshman year considered the worst year of high school by most. You’re young, nervous, and stuck in this big new building with big and ‘scary’ upperclassmen and have probably heard all these rumors and stories about the teachers and how hard they are. It’s definitely a confusing time but fear not, it’s not as bad as it seems!

  • Grades matter but it’s not life and death. Grades are important. Most colleges only look at your GPA from grades 9-11 and possibly first semester senior year so you’re looking at freshman year grades being worth as much as 33% of the GPAs colleges see. That’s a lot. So please don’t take grades as a joke and not study/not take things seriously. You could jeopardize your college chances or make it really difficult to rebound. With that being said, it’s ok to get a B or two and to struggle a bit. You’re getting used to a new schedule and a new class rigor so some stumbling is to be expected. Just don’t dig yourself into a hole you won’t be able to get out of. Show up to class on time, do your homework, take notes, study hard for tests, and ask for help if you need it.
  • Be nice to your teachers. There’s this idea that if you get along with your teachers you’ll be ostracized as the teacher’s pet. That is not true (and anyone who thinks that has no idea what they’re saying). Being the “teacher’s pet” or nice to teachers isn’t a bad thing. See, freshman year teachers are stuck having classes full of squirrely and immature 14 year olds who make their life difficult. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was one student in the class who was nice to them and appreciated what they do? If you’re nice to your teachers, they’re much more likely to be more lenient with you if you have some outside issues that affect your school work, they’ll be eager to help you, and you’ll do much better in the class. Most teachers are smart, kind, and interesting people that are definitely worth knowing. I can’t tell you how much it’s helped me during high school that I was friends with my French teacher from freshman year and my junior and senior year English teacher who helped me with my college apps and valedictorian speech. You’ll benefit more than you know.
  • Make a friend in every class. Because you’re just starting out, you most likely won’t know that many people. There’s nothing worse than the feeling of having to choose partners for a project or activity and you don’t know anybody. Thus, you should make an effort to get to know a person in each one of your classes. It’s a good way to make new friends and they’ll be super helpful if you miss a day and need to get the homework. I met one of my best friends freshman year in biology so who knows, you could meet your future best friends too.
  • Don’t be stupid. And by that, I mean don’t party hard, experiment with hard drugs (or any drugs for that matter), and don’t get drunk. You’re young and I know it seems cool to get drunk or stoned, but it can negatively affect your schoolwork, health, and social life. It’s not worth it. You’ll have time later to experiment and have fun but freshman year of high school is not a good time to do so. Let’s not mention the numerous legal consequences if you’re caught underage with drugs or alcohol and how detrimental they can be towards your future.
  • Get involved. I know you’re new and probably have no idea what you want to do with your life yet (and if you do, it will most likely change as you go through high school) but find activities both inside and outside of school that you think you’ll enjoy. Some ideas are sports teams, student council, volunteering, clubs etc. It’s not only starting to prepare your college resume (although you shouldn’t be worrying about college apps yet) but also helping you make new friends and discover what you’re really into. Don’t be afraid to join something for whatever reason. Chances are, everyone’s nervous because it’s freshman year and they don’t know anybody so you’re all in the same boat.
  • Be organized. This will help you all throughout high school and getting a system set freshman year will only work in your favor. First, get a planner or agenda. Write down all of your homework, tests, quizzes, and projects and when they’re due and any other events like club meetings or practices so you’ll know what your week looks like. It will prevent forgetting anything important and will help you manage your time. Also find a study system that will work for you. Experiment with different note taking and study methods until you find one that works for you. And finally, don’t eat the elephant a.k.a. don’t leave your homework for Sunday night. It’s not fun and you’ll tire yourself out. Be proactive and get things done early.
  • Make friends with the upperclassmen. They will help you more than you know. I know they look intimidating, but talk to them! Most of them are super nice and can help you get to know your high school better, give you gossip, and you’ll look super cool talking to your upperclassmen friends. Truthfully, up until junior year, I got a long better with the upperclassmen than kids my grade because they were more mature.
  • Relationships don’t matter. It sounds harsh but it’s true. You’re not going to be together with your freshman year significant other for a long period of time, you’re just not. You’ll both grow and mature and realize you want different things and breakup and that’s ok. Don’t take your relationships too seriously and make them your whole life because you’ll regret it. Instead, your dating life should be more about having fun than something serious and long lasting. 
  • Make an effort to participate in school spirit activities. It doesn’t have to be all of them or even most but you should attend some events. Try to make it out to a football game, go to homecoming, and attend spirit rallies or assemblies. I get that some of you don’t like them because they’re loud and can be boring, and that’s fine, but spirit events are a great way to bond with your class and get a feel for what high school really is. They make great memories and it would be awful to look back on high school senior year and realize you’ve never been to one school activity.
  • Mental health is super important. Please don’t ignore it because it affects every facet of your life. Talk to someone if you’re depressed, anxious, stressed, overworked etc. Get the help you need. Don’t hide your problems and think they’ll go away because they most likely won’t and you’ll suffer in your academics, social life, and overall health. You’ll naturally feel different all year because high school is a big transition and you’re getting used to everything but make an effort to reach out to friends, teachers, counselors, and parents to talk about how you’re feeling.

That turned out kind of long but I hope it was helpful. Let me know if you have any questions and good luck next year! 

anonymous asked:

Hi E! I love your work! I was hoping you can help shed some light on how to make male sims. Mine all turn out looking girlish. I'm not sure where my faults are. I try giving them droopier eyes and wider jaws and things like that. Is it perhaps bc I should be using different sliders or? I'd really appreciate if you could give a brief rundown of how you make your male sims. Thanks in advance

Thank you for loving my work <3 I spent some time writing this post hoping I could help with your problem. This post is also for those who asked me to share my male sims before (I don’t have my sims up for download but I hope these “tips” can help you create your own ideal sim :D ). But I don’t know how to make really handsome manly male sims actually. I just create them with my personal preferences.Still I hope this helps. If you are interested, please continue reading :)

Warning: Long post ahead! Sorry to those who are on mobile :(

  • I usually start out with a randomized male sim. I prefer using sim of the same sex as a base. The result usually turns out better.
  • I then choose the skin I like. (Skin suggestions: Eskin 1, 2, S-club 1momosimsmochi029)
  • Next, I choose a hair that doesn’t cover up the bone structure. And I don’t give them long lashes. I then immediately adjust the head size and width because the EA kind of head size is way too big for me which I don’t really like :p (You can use CAS Body sliders by jonha to adjust)
  • Then I will choose the eyebrows. To make my sim look more boyish, I try to find some brows that are thick and angular. (Some brows I use: 1, 2) If I find a brow shape that I want but it looks too thin, I will use slider to adjust brows thickness. (Bella3lek4′s Facial Sliders)
  • After choosing hair and brows, I will go to make up and apply nose mask. (All my sims can’t live without nose masks XD) (Some nose mask here: 1, 2, 3) I always add nose mask before messing with the sliders because if you do the other way round, the nose will turn out weird and unnatural. 
  • After applying nose mask, I may start tweaking the facial features or sometimes I will layer some make up first. (It depends!)
  • The most important thing to me when making male sims is the face shape. I spent most time adjusting their cheeks, jaws and chin.
  • For cheekbones, I try to make them look more defined by adjusting the size, depth and distance. (Slider I use: oneeuromutt)
  • For jaws, I like using jaw enhancer by silumeo together with jaw line width slider from bella3lek4 to get rid of the EA double chin and create a triangular jaw.
  • For chins, I personally think wider chin can make a male sim looks more masculine so I like using bella3lek4′s slider to adjust chin width.
  • One more part of the face shape I really care about would be the cheek jowls
  • So after tweaking the cheeks, jaw and chin, we’re done with the face shape! That’s how Ray’s face shape turns out after all the tweaking :D
  • So now we’ll go to the eyes. I usually don’t go for dolly big eyes when I’m making male sims. Instead I give them narrower, longer, droopier eyes. There’re 3 main things I do to make these eyes: stretching eyes, rotating eyes and adjusting eye corner height.
  • Stretching eyes: before doing anything to the Eye stretch slider, the eyes look round in shape and that’s not what I’m going for. (Slider:  bella3lek4)
  • Rotating eyes
  • Adjusting eye corner height:
  • For the lips, I generally like to make wider and thicker ones, especially for the lower lips. This make them look sexier? XD
  • And I like layering tons of makeup on their faces…. You may think their makeup is too heavy, it just looks like that in CAS. It will look much lighter back in game. Layering makeup makes my photo editing process so much easier. I don’t need to do a lot of dodging and burning in ps.

Some makeup I frequently use:

  • eyebag: 1, 2
  • eyeshadow: 1
  • face shading/ shadow: 1, 2, 3, 4
  • highlight: 1
  • lipstick: 1
  • contact lens: 1, 2

That’s how Dante and Ray looks like in game and after editing :D

So that’s how I make my male sims. That’s only how I like my sims look like but I hope I’ve given you some new ideas. And sorry for my bad english. 

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Go, stop. Go, stop.
Look and look and look and
No, Stop.
Dean, you’re the hand
drawing a line
over my chest
in chalk,
Go-stop chalk for a go-stop line,
A dotted line for me to sign -
A dotted line I signed, resigned.
Take my life, take what’s mine,
And
I’d take thee and thine.
Dean, I would sign again. Resign.
Our move is go, stop. Go, stop.
We love, we love not. We love, we love hot.
We love and love, and not, go-stop.
Around us, they know us
by our move,
By our no-blinking, slow sinking
Into the groove
that goes Go, stop. Go, stop.
The ones around us know.
They know that we go slow.
They know that we don’t always show
the signs. But they know there is a line -
The dotted line. They guess that we have signed.
They know, Dean.
They know us by our Go, stop. Go, stop.
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aliatori  asked:

for prompt post: your favourite ship, things you said that I wasn't meant to hear

               Iron Bull was a pretty light sleeper.

               It hadn’t always been the case, but you didn’t survive ten years in Seheron if things could sneak up on you easily. So now, every little noise, every little disturbance, tended to wake him up.

               When he’d first come south, the lingering habit had annoyed him, especially when he’d started sharing his bed with lovers. He woke whenever his partners would shuffle, or snore, or when they woke up to leave in the night. Eventually, though, he’d gotten used to it, and could fall back asleep pretty quickly.

               Which was good, because Dorian was a very restless sleeper.

               He shuffled, turned, burrowed, stuck his cold feet between Bull’s thighs, stole the blankets, and always, after a couple of hours, got up and left.

               Bull didn’t try to stop him from leaving, much as he often wanted to. At first, because their trysts were just a fling, and he could understand how staying might make the ‘Vint feel awkward. And after a while – once it was clearly no longer just a fling, but still didn’t have a name – because Dorian could be skittish, and confronting him might just make him run.

               He did consider saying something, one night when Dorian hesitated on the edge of the bed. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but then Dorian let out a deep sigh.

               “I’m sorry,” he whispered before he started gathering his clothes.

               Bull fought back a sigh of his own. He could be patient while Dorian worked through all the bullshit he’d picked up from Tevinter, but that didn’t mean the situation wasn’t frustrating as hell. He liked the ‘Vint, probably more than any partner he’d had before, which should have been a terrifying thought (but somehow wasn’t). All he wanted was…

               What did he want? Just to spend a whole night with him? To wake up in the morning with his lover curled up against him and burrowed in all their blankets? For Dorian to actually be fucking happy, for once?

               It doesn’t matter what I want, he told himself as he heard Dorian adjusting the last of his clothing. What he needs is more important, and if that’s for me to be patient while he figures this shit out, then I can wait.

               The hinges on his door creaked slightly as Dorian nudged it open, and there was a pause as the man seemed to hesitate once again. But then it closed, and Bull opened his eye to see that Dorian was gone.

               He waited a moment until he was sure the ‘Vint would be well out of hearing range, then let out the annoyed growl he’d been holding in. “Damnit, Dorian. I wish…” He sighed. “I want you to stay.”

               To his surprise, he heard a gasp from the other side of his door, and seconds later it opened up again and there Dorian was, his eyes wide.

               Bull sat up in bed. “Dorian! I thought you’d…” Hadn’t he walked away? Bull cursed himself silently when he realized that he hadn’t listened for retreating footsteps. Sloppy.

               “I was going to,” Dorian answered. “But… I couldn’t. And then I heard you.”

               Shit. “You weren’t supposed to hear that. Dorian, I understand if you need time to figure out what you need. What I want isn’t important compared to that.”

               Dorian shook his head, then sat back on the bed, placing a hand on Bull’s cheek. “What you want is important, Bull. And what I want…” He swallowed nervously. “I’ve been wanting to stay for days, maybe weeks, now. I think…What I needed was to hear you ask me to.”

               Bull blinked. Had he misread the situation that badly? With all he knew about Tevinter and how liaisons between two men would be treated…

               But then he figured it out. Tevinter hadn’t made Dorian afraid of affection. It had made him crave it.

               Bull smiled, turning his face to kiss Dorian’s palm, “Would you like to stay the night?”

               Dorian’s smile was shaky – Bull hadn’t been entirely wrong, there was definitely fear, there, but hope, too – and he leaned in to kiss Bull on the lips. “Yes,” he whispered. “I would.”

lifecuration  asked:

Today I'm feeling disillusioned, and, maybe because of a post you made a while ago about your boyfriend - an anniversary, a birthday, I forget - I thought I'd message you. You were single, once. Did you feel hopeful, or anxious? Were you proactive? Did it fall into your lap? When it had, did you worry about it and turn it over?

I was single, once. I was actually single many times. I was all different kinds of single. Recently broken up with my boyfriend, but still heartbroken single, horny and only ever in the mood to go out dancing single, empowered by my solitude single, sleeping with near strangers single, unrequited crushes single. I did feel hopeful and anxious, maybe somewhat less hopeful and more anxious than I do now, but not always. 

Not that it particularly matters, but I met my boyfriend through a series of strange and mundane events. Our relationship began with a palpitation in my friend Kay’s heart.

Kay and I had been friends for 14 years, and she was planning to spend a weekend in New York with me, when her heart began skipping beats. At the last minute, she saw a doctor who advised her against traveling. I had been feeling particularly hopeless and anxious, and I was so looking forward to her visit that I was crushed when she called to say she couldn’t come. I cried, actually, I was so disappointed and lonely. And then I realized that nothing was stopping me from coming to her.

Hours later, I was on a bus heading upstate to the small town where we both grew up. 

At Kay’s apartment that same evening, I was making margaritas in a lidless blender, holding a plate over the top. If you’re familiar with the mechanics of blenders, you can imagine how this turned out. I was immediately covered in tequila and lime juice. Shrieking, I reached for the sink faucet, which broke off in my hands, spraying me with water.

And that was when Ben walked through the door. Ben, who lived thousands of miles away in Arizona, and was in town for three days to play the french horn at his cousin’s wedding that weekend. 

I said “hello!” laughing and dripping and sticky with margarita, and eight months later he was moving into my apartment.

So I suppose I believe in the power of palpitations. I believe in french horns and broken blenders and dumb luck. But I also believe in the importance of going after the thing, if the thing won’t come to you. In crying your disappointed tears and then getting on that bus. In laughing at life’s messes and unpredictable blunders. I believe with all my heart in putting yourself in charge of your own happiness and being smart enough to welcome it when it walks through the door.