without you and i

I thought it was nice at the time. I think the new one is nice now too :D

It still isn’t the best, but all the things (anatomy, colour, accuracy, composition etc) look levels better to me. I also had a very outdated display and could see neither colours, nor the dirt, nothing actually.

The point is, keep going. aaand a good display makes vital difference.

Funny (horrifying) story.

So I recently switched vehicles for the winter (I’m using my brothers car instead of my own). I get in, and right away the key isn’t working.

Being the smartass I am, I use my best Keith impression and go “it’s me…im your paladin!”

And the fucking car starts!

Then the radio starts flashing this word over and over. Won’t stop. Won’t let me turn it off. Won’t play any music or make a single sound. 

Just ‘protect’ on repeat.

Protect what! Or who!? I’m not prepared for this!!

What does it mean!

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

anonymous asked:

I'm not that confident in messaging people on messenger, plus I am happy with having the option of having the sim shown on the gallery. Please could you create a young adult mummy sim with black hair?

Willow & Peach Tea

Willow - family oriented , romantic , self assured 

skin details + makeup found on my resources + dress + stretchmarks 

Peach - angelic

skin details also found on my resource page

origin id: strawberrymark 🍑

its just such a crass poem… and for no purpose. it uses purposefully provocative language for no point other than to be provocative. the entire point of the poem is to be counterculture, but it never actually comes to a point. it never proposes an argument, its just obtuse. its a stream of conciousness but one without conclusion.

Can’t find water bottles/gallons?

By me in Orlando all the water is already gone. When Costco got a shipment today it was gone before they even finished unloading.
So what do you do if you can’t find water bottles?
This is what we did when we couldn’t find anything for Matthew

*Get gallon Ziplock bags and fill those up about ¾ of the way. Get the ones that zip closed really tight. Then stack them up in a box. Weird squishy water bottles.
Also good for making ice blocks for freezer that can be melted later if needed. For that only fill ½ way or the bag will explode.

*Fill every cup you have with water. Cover tops with saran wrap to keep little bits of dust and whatnot from getting in the water since it’ll be sitting before you use it. Don’t have many cups? Buy a thing of disposable ones from the store. 

*Go to the dollar store and get buckets, Fill and cover those. We bought 3 1-gallon buckets and those are for the animals but they’d be fine for people too.

*For someone like me there are old gatorade bottles hiding around my house. Gather up water bottles, fill them.

*Rinse and reuse other containers. Your milk won’t last if the power goes out. Finish it up, rinse the container and fill it. 

*Tupperware. Fill and close it. Can also be frozen to make ice blocks. The more ice in the freezer, the longer things will stay cold if you lose power.

No one is stocking up on ziplocs, cups, saran wrap, or buckets that I noticed. Plenty of all those still left on the shelves while the water section was empty.

Good luck with the storm friends.

10

you’re next to me in my life

happy birthday, amanda 💙

Have you ever had someone lay their fingers along the spaces between your ribs and squeeze? Really find those fleshy bits between the bones and just curl into them? I have. The thing is, you can’t help your natural reflex in reaction to that strange, visceral, intrusive feeling. Your body knows, “hey, I don’t think I should be touched there!” and so it flails wildly, almost manically, to protect your most vital organs, even if there’s no real threat.

My wife loves the spaces between my ribs, but has kindly refrained from squeezing them since I’ve asked her to stop. Still. I’m a nervous person, and the guard just goes up sometimes – can’t help it.

The other night, we were laying in bed and cuddling, and I was about on the brink of passing out while baby lay curled over me. Her hand rested on my chest, her head lay nestled between my shoulder and my chin, and I was smelling her hair – a vague scent of shampoo, still a little wet from the shower. Everything felt warm and right and peaceful, but for the fact that (as exhausted as I was) baby was like a shaken up soda can of hyperactive lesbian. She was happily chatting away when her hand traveled a little lower, then circled around my side and her fingertips moved into those vulnerable little dips.

“Noooooooo,” I whined, and I yanked her hand away.

“But I can’t sleep!” She protested, laying her leg over mine and lifting her head to give me that wide-eyed, entreating look. “I won’t squeeze! I just want to count your ribs! It’s soothing.” I can never deny her anything when she gives me that look. (She has very long eyelashes and very blue eyes. It’s my kryptonite.)

So I let her hand go, cautiously, and relaxed a little bit. She teases and jokes, but she never lies to me, so I knew she’d at least stop herself from squeezing even though I know how much she loves it. She moved her hand back over to my rib cage and I took in a breath.

“You know,” I offered as her fingertips began to dance gently over each individual rib, “you could count sheep instead.”

And baby chuckled lowly, snuggling closer, warm and soft and sweet. And then she proceeded to say the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard come out of her mouth, in a voice that sounded like it should have been wafting inexplicably down the halls of an abandoned building.

“There are no sheep here,” she whispered, “but there are plenty of your bones.”

And somehow that simple statement was more instinctively horrifying than the feeling of fingers in the spaces between your ribs. Turns out, it inspired the same reaction. I flailed, and she laughed and laughed and laughed until I was laughing too.

It took us both a while to go to sleep.