#( bwaaaak )

[glamchicken]

im kinda dead here but i think i'll at least throw out an inbox call cause i miss her JHBJBSDF

[ninjaofthepurplethings]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY @titosims!

Bwaaak boc bok boooooock bocbok….  boc…. bok

I hope that you have an amazing day today! 🎉🎂

Much 💜 from me and Dolly 😘

[pseudofaux]

would you write cute headcanons about how mc would try to jumpscare Comte, Leo, and Arthur and how they would react to it?

Oh my god, I wish I could, but gen hijinks are not my speciality and jumpscares in particular push ALL my unhappy buttons. I tried to really think about whether or not I could push past that discomfort to do this and I don’t think I can, nonny. I’m so sorry. 😔 There’s still time if you’d like to request something else!

My most regretful bwaaaak!

-pseu 🐔

[hlvrfreakyfriday]

Cronch the metal or you're a coward

Gordon: “Do X or your a coward” goading stopped working on me after everything I went through at Black Mesa. benrey: lil chickenhat, bwak bwak bwaaaak. Gordon: And that right there NEVER worked on me in the first place. benrey: booooooo

[gemgeminox]

MYSHUNO MONDAYS: Seasons Let’s Play, Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Funland at the Beach

JESSE

Telling Jesse there was a beach nearby was the one thing guaranteed to spring him out of his bad mood.

Jesse had grown up near the beach; smelling the salt of the ocean, surfing on the weekends, playing volleyball on the sand. The beach was one of the things he’d missed most when he’d accepted the scholarship to the fancy Redlands Boarding Conservatory of Education; the campus was great, but no amount of soaking the beach up on his school holidays could make up for missing it in term time.

By the time he chose Waterford Ridge as a university, he’d accepted that he’d be without the beach again. Moving to the city, post-degree, was another step in the same direction. It was part of what had made him so grumpy on the drive over; with every mile they covered, they swapped a bit of seaside scenery for the claustrophobic grey of the city.

If Rachel had told him about the beach earlier, they might’ve all been saved a few snide remarks.

It wasn’t a real beach, obviously; only a city pop up, with imported sand, and a chlorine-filled pool instead of the waves of the sea.

But. 

There was a diving board, giving him the opportunity to cannonball…

And it was a lot harder to hold a water balloon fight on the beach, even if it took a bit of provoking to get your friends to join in.

‘Chicken. Bwak bwaak bwaaaak!’

SPLAT!

‘Who’s the chicken now? Bwaak bwaaaak bwaaak!’

‘Rach! It’s two against one – any help, here?’

‘Sorry, babe. I’m a little busy.’

[tolipops-blog]

High as a kite

REALITY: “WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING!” I could hear her yell through my closed bedroom door. “YOU ARE THE OLDEST, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE EXAMPLE!” I could faintly make out as she slammed the washer door shut. I was in my room, fumbling around with my ear buds trying to untangle them, which always feels to me like I am a magician pulling off some spectacular stunt. My mother was still yelling at me through the closed door, but I couldn’t hear anything she was saying now, as I had successfully untangled my ear buds and was currently drowning her out with the rhythms and beats of one of my favorite alternative rock tracks. Listening to music is my only real escape at this point. I mean I can’t really go anywhere or do anything. I just got home from the hospital. I broke my arm and my leg. Should have been much worse though, it sounded much worse when it happened. As I lay in my bed listening to my music, I started drifting off in thought. I suppose she is right I said to myself inside my head. I mean I am the oldest child and I do know my brother looks up to me. But its that whole jump off a bridge thing. I mean, mom raised us to think and act for ourselves. Just because I do something stupid doesn’t mean he has to, Heck, my little brother is a smart kid. He probably wouldn’t even do anything I do at all. But I see where I could have made a smarter decision, but I was backed into a corner. I was under a lot of pressure. I mean you would have done the same thing if you were faced with the same situation. I mean come on my social reputation was at stake.

FLASHBACK: This morning after I got ready for school and ate my breakfast, my brother and I set out to the bus stop to wait for the bus to pick us up to go to school. While on the way to the bus stop we ran into our neighbor and my best friend Danny Dalinbar. We greeted each other with our secret handshake and spent most of the walk talking about how instead of going to bed like we each told our parents, we were up playing zombie horde 4 on our gaming console. It was a typically cold morning for our part of the country and we could see our breath as we continued our walk to the bus stop. The whole time pretending we were some cool, suave dudes smoking a cigarette with our buddies. We finally made it to the bus stop, and while Dal and I were in the middle of a conversation my little brother interrupts us and is pointing up at something in the sky. “LOOK!” he shouts, “up in that tree in Mr. Ratsan’s yard” “Do you see it?” he questions. “Well do you see it?” I look up at the tree and I notice something tangled in one of the branches and moving violently in the breeze. “It’s a kite” Dal Says. “I’m going to climb up there and get it” I hear Dal say. “Not if I beat you to it” I say back to him. “Pssssh,” Dal says, “you can’t beat me to that kite, you are too scared to climb that tree” he says in reply.  “I am not!” I holler back at him. “You are nothing but a big chicken” Dal continues, “Remember that one time at my house, you came over to play catch with my new foam football and you threw it to hard and it got stuck on the roof” he said. “You were too scared to go on the roof to get the football, so we couldn’t play anymore.” “Yeah I remember” I say with an attitude. “But I was like 10 at the time, I’m 14 now and I’m not scared to climb up high anymore” I say back at him. “yeah right, I’ll believe it when I see it, you big chicken” Dal says. Dal then proceeds to mimic the movements and noises of a chicken, “bwaak, bwaak, bwaaaak!” he says to me at the same time he is moving his arms up and down as if he is flapping his wings. “Cut it out, Dal!” I say forcefully. “im not a chicken and I can climb that tree and get that kite” I say with confidence. “Oh yeah, well than prove it chicken wuss” Dal replies.

REALITY: This is where my mom thinks I should have been a good example to my little brother. But I mean what could I do?  Dal had me cornered. I couldn’t risk my social reputation and friendship with him. If I didn’t climb that tree he would tell it to all our other friends when we got to school and who would want to be friends with a chicken wuss?

FLASHBACK: “Dal” I say with my chest puffed out, “Im going to climb that tree and I am going to get that kite and I am going to make you eat your words” I say with arrogance. And just like that I walk across the street and into Mr. Ratsan’s yard. As I stand face to face with the behemoth in front of me I glance up ward toward the top of the tree. I can’t really see a whole lot on account of the sun shining through the gaps in the branches momentarily blinding me. One thing I could tell for sure is this was a tall tree. As I stand looking up at the tree, I seriously start to doubt that I can make this climb. “This doesn’t seem like a good idea” I say to myself. I don’t think I can make it up that high, and if I do how in the heck am I going to get down? All these thoughts are racing through my brain. Then just like clockwork, like he knew what I was thinking, I can hear Dal on the other side of the street taunting me. “You won’t do it, you big Chicken” I hear him tease. “Bwaaak, Bwakkk, Baaaakkkk!!!” he continues.  That was just the motivation I needed to snap me out of these thoughts of self-doubt. I search for a good first footing and I find a knot in the tree that looks to be the beginning of my trek up this tree. I place my left foot on the knot and put all my weight on it as I hoist myself up and give the tree a friendly hug, like you would a friend you haven’t seen in years. From this position I look for my next move. I see a branch just within reach. With my left foot stretched out on my tippy-toes I reach for the branch just above my head. I am able to wrap both of my hands around it, and at the same time sort of walk myself up the tree until I reach the branch. At which point I hoist one leg over the branch and then straddle it as if I am riding a pony. Once I feel safe and settled in, I break the first rule of climbing, I look down. I feel a rush of fear push from my stomach up to my brain and as if it were one motion I feel myself lay back at the same time.

REALITY: I physically felt it. I know because I almost feel of the branch. It like physically moved me. It was one of the scariest moments in my life. I thought for sure I was going to fall of and die. Luckily, I didn’t.

FLASHBACK:  I quickly pull myself against the mysterious force and slam my chest down on the branch and hug that limb as tight as I can. I hear my little brother from the other side of the road yelling something. It takes me a few seconds to regain my composure, but once I do I am able to make out what my brother is saying.  “Quade, be careful up there” he yells. “No Duh!” I want to yell back but I am still a little leery, so I don’t do anything but continue to hug that branch. After a few minutes of hugging that branch, I finally regain my confidence to continue my journey up this tree to get that kite. I slowly but steadily, climb up the next few branches, until I arrive at the final branch. The branch that contains the kite. I fight back the urge to look down, that got me into lots of trouble last time. I instead focus my gaze on that kite.  I know I am close to the kite because I can feel the cold breeze vehemently rake across my face. The same breeze is also causing this kite to do all kinds of tricks. Flips and spins as it whips sadistically in the wind. This is going to make it that much harder to grab I think to myself. I continue to internally dialogue with myself, trying to talk myself into taking those last few steps towards the kite. “Just a few more steps”, I say to myself “and this is all over”. I run through the game plan in my head take slow careful steps, grab the kite, then return to this position here, and begin my decent down to precious ground. I continue to go through the steps at least 5 more times. I am still hesitant to take that first step. All of a sudden, the wind picks up and a forceful gust moves the limb just enough for me to lose my footing which as a consequence drives me to adjust to save myself from falling. Another scary moment, I think to myself. I’m getting tired of all these close calls. I can feel the wind start to pick back up again, I pull myself in tight to the closest limb and brace myself for the fight. To my surprise, instead of fighting to not fall, I find that I am being smacked in the face repeatedly by the kite. I have to carefully think on how I can loosen my grip with one hand and grab the kite, while at the same time holding on to the tree to prevent from falling. Once I figured that out, I reach for the kite, and right as I feel the cold plastic material between my fingers, I hear a deep booming voice, “Quade Alexander, get down from off my tree right this instant” It was Mr. Ratsan. That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part is that he startled me just enough for me to lose my concentration. Which as a result made me lose my footing, which chained the next few sequences of events that led to me falling about 18 feet in the air until the ground decided to be helpful and catch me.

REALITY: I won’t go into the gross and gory details of how bad my leg sounded when it connected with the ground. I’ll just say it was loud. I won’t mention the weird and unnatural angle my foot was turned either.  I won’t mention how you could see the bone sticking out of my arm. I will of course leave out that I may have cried and blacked out. What I can tell you is I don’t really remember to much about the fall or what happened after. All I really remember is waking up in the hospital and not really being able to move. I soon realized my movement had been restricted by casts and drugs. I don’t really remember much of my stay at the hospital, but I do know I won’t really be doing much of anything for the next 6-8 weeks, maybe longer. You know come to think of it, that was a really dumb idea, good thing none of that ever really happened.

[non-binary-laurie-strode]

Patti LuPone: I'm buck-buck-bwaaaak on top!! 🐔🐔🐔🐔

[insomnia-without-limits]

Quentin snickered at the silly antics. “It’s always amusing watching him vault a window. All the other killers are tall enough to just step through it, but because he’s so short, he has to hop through them like we do. GOD that reminds me; one time, while Freddy was vaulting through a window, she—“

Just then, something rustled in the bushes, causing both men to sharply look in the direction of the noise. There was a brief moment of tense silence, when—

“Bwaaaak!”

—an honest to god chicken waddled out of the shrubbery. Quentin’s face lit up. “Betty!”

Upon seeing her owner, the hen ran over to him, her wings spread out like she was preparing for liftoff. She hopped into Quentin’s lap and allowed him to scoop her up into his arms.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, girlie! I was starting to get worried there!”

He kissed and stroked Betty lovingly. She looked very content with all of the affection she was getting.

insomnia-without-limits

He nodded wordlessly, his breathing ragged as he tried to not completely lose it right then and there. He forced himself to take slow, deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In, out. In…out…

Once he was calm enough to talk, he thanked the older man, explaining, “It’s a bad habit I started sometime in high school, shortly after me n’ Nanc’ supposedly defeated Krueger. I was so angry when he showed up in my dreams again. We were supposed to have won. I tried to take my anger out on him. When that failed to work, I started to take it out on myself. I needed something to take my frustration out on, y’know? But then I started to blame myself, something that Krueger made sure to capitalize on. It’s gotten a little better since I arrived in the realm, but… it still happens too often for my liking.”

It felt good to finally get that off his chest. It was like a weight had been lifted. Now if only he could get the actual weight off of his chest, too.

      Loomis listened to the story as he leaned back to his default position. He was glad his inner therapist kicked in, because it seemed like to poor boy badly needed it. He wondered briefly if almost all of his mental hindrances were trauma induced. It certainly seemed that way.

“I can certainly understand your reasoning, and your frustration. It must be awful for that monster to keep showing up in your dreams. You found a sort of coping mechanism, but not all coping mechanisms are healthy ones. I am glad it is something you’re working on.”

     Loomis noticed that Quentin seemed relieved to get this all out.

“I have a question for you though, if you don’t mind. You say their are two Kruegers. How might I tell the difference between them.?”

[magnemightiest-blog]

HOW IS THIS EVEN RIGHT

I have come to the conclusion that God is punishing me for my past crimes. Which is a little mean-spirited of him, considering I apologized like, 8593 times for the laxative brownie incident. Seriously. Alas, I feel like the dude is still hardcore raining judgment upon me, and it's not even the end of the world yet!

Proof of his disdain for me lies in the fact that he is planning to dump a shit ton of snow on Madison tonight and tomorrow, thus closing the school down on Thursday. That would be awesome, but I have finals Friday and Saturday and NONE tomorrow. And I also have one tonight at 7:30, which isn't being cancelled and is halfway across campus. If I don't come back from the exam tonight, my roomie knows that I'm frozen in a snowbank somewhere. And also that he can have my Bible and Tide laundry detergent pods. Plus, he can open the windows and let all the snow in. Whatever.

If anyone needs me tonight, I'll either be writing essays or iced over on the side of the road. This is messed up. SUCH INJOOSTIS. 

[dreamsthatmakeusreal]

Oh look, I made a sign!

So, you know how I got my books from Kansas City finally? Well, I was going through them, just to... You know... My books are my babies. XD

Anyways, I ran into the three Ayn Rand books I own. This instantly made me think of my new found friend on here, Tyler [the-capitalist]. And for some reason, I felt compelled to revert back to the days of yore and go all Gaia Online on your asses. I made him a sign, bitches.

I chose Anthem because... Well, that is the title of his blog. I almost did The Fountainhead because he did an amazing reading from it earlier [Go check it out, ya'll pansy bitches], but I chose against it.

So, without further ado.... Here is the sign I de-he-he-he-ed. 

Aaaand here's a link to his blog, of which I highly recommend you follow XD

 http://the-capitalist.tumblr.com/

[ninjaofthepurplethings]

*makes happy clucking noises*

[ninjaofthepurplethings]

Sim Dump Replies

Awww, you guys are the best! ;D

nernershuman replied to your photoset “ninjaofthepurplethingsdownloads: The last of my “sims in my bin that...”

YES! I can get Sophie's BC BFF!!!! Thank you!

OOooh, yes, I forgot about that! They became such good friends, it was adorable :) Should have known our Sims would bond in the BC LOOLOL!

mspoodle1 replied to your photoset “ninjaofthepurplethingsdownloads: The last of my “sims in my bin that...”

You're spoiling us so much! Thank you Ninja! ♥

YOU spoil us! All the time- with your amazing CC and mods! Thank you so much Mel! 💜💜💜

declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset “ninjaofthepurplethingsdownloads: I have a few Sims that won’t really...”

Really lovely!

Aww, thank you so much, Amazon 💜

parystrange replied to your photoset “ninjaofthepurplethingsdownloads: I have a few Sims that won’t really...”

Gorgeous patterns on her clothing! She's really elegant and beautiful :)

THANK YOU! I like to mess around with EA patterns to try to make them look a bit more interesting, it’s how I amuse myself when I’m sharing Sims ;P

mspoodle1 replied to your photoset “ninjaofthepurplethingsdownloads: I have a few Sims that won’t really...”

She's stunning! Thank you for all these amazing sims! ♥♥♥

Thank you and thank you for the re-blogs! Glad you like them 💜💜💜

simsmidgen replied to your photoset “I’m too tired to sort it all out right now and just want to snuggle up...”

Always love your sims, and she is no exception!

Awww, Smidgie! You’re the best! ;___; Thank you 💜💜💜

titosims replied to your photoset “I’m too tired to sort it all out right now and just want to snuggle up...”

oh gosh i love her

Oh goodie! I hope you have fun with her! (If you decide to download her that is LOOL! I wouldn’t want to presume!) Boc Bok BWAAAAK! 💜💜💜

nornities replied to your photoset “I’m too tired to sort it all out right now and just want to snuggle up...”

Have a nice evening and thank you! <3

Thank you, Nornie! 💜💜💜

sims3hasstoppedworking replied to your photoset “ninjaofthepurplethingsdownloads: I have a few Sims that won’t...”

He's so fine, I love him! I think I may use him for Xal's spouse 😀😘😇

That would be awesome! XD Change anything about him BTW if you do decide to use him- his traits, hair and eye colour etc aren’t important, so do what you like :D That goes for everyone else too! I’m not ‘precious’ about the Sims I share publicly 💜

simsmidgen replied to your photoset “ninjaofthepurplethingsdownloads: I have a few Sims that won’t...”

thank you 😍

You’re welcome and thank YOU! 💜

[ninjaofthepurplethings]

*BWWAAAaaaaaaark bok boc bokk bwaak boc… bwAAaak bOk boc*

Translation: “Happy Birthday @titosims. We hope you have a clucking great day!”

[ninjaofthepurplethings]

themessbox replied to your photoset

This save looks so fun, whenever I come back to it I should do something simple like this. ^.^

I find it quite relaxing to play and I think you would enjoy it! You should definitely try it XD It can get boring after a while- last time I played I was really bored with it by generation 4 and wanted to do something else, but I did enjoy it overall and some very pretty sims were born in game from it :D

titosims replied to your photoset

♥♥♥

Aww thank you! 💜

kosmokhaos replied to your photoset

xDD I love how she always has those sunglasses on and is on a tropical island with jeans and jean jacket

Michaela loves the double denim look, she thinks it makes her look cool and tough *cough* so she’d rather sweat than give up her signature look. Ditto the sunglasses. Also the sunnies help to hide little things like eye-rolls and side-eye, which helps her to avoid arguments with Ororo- particularly when watching Ororo’s favourite TV shows XP LOOOOL!

doka-chan replied to your photoset

Yay for the wedding !! :D

YAY! It’s in the queue and it was very low key on the beach as sunset affair :D

20thcharacter replied to your photoset

AW

💜

winifredwoogie replied to your photoset

Wow!!

Thank you, Winiwoogs XD 💜

lifeasasim replied to your photoset

Yummmm

Me toooo! :D

sgisims replied to your photoset

Wow 😍

SANKYU! 💜XD

davidmont replied to your photoset “*BWWAAAaaaaaaark bok boc bokk bwaak boc… bwAAaak bOk boc*...”

This is too cute ♥♥♥

Awww thank you, David :D

nernershuman replied to your photoset

Guh.

Same ;P

nornities replied to your photoset

Why isn't it September yet???

I knoooooow! I can’t wait to share with you guys! 💜

mspoodle1 replied to your photoset “*makes happy clucking noises*”

Hooooot! *fans self*

*Joins in with the fanning* Phwoar! LOL! XD

nernershuman replied to your photoset “*makes happy clucking noises*”

Amazing. You definitely have the touch!

Oh goodness, thank you so much! 💜

pixelddump replied to your photoset “*makes happy clucking noises*”

Gorgeous!!

THANK YOU, FLOWER! 💜