#Makayla Essence

[legaciesandothernonsense]

ISBI - Makayla 1.3

Makayla has finally graduated

The class, who appeared to be only women, were thrilled

Especially Makayla

She hung her graduation portrait in their bedroom

Makayla decided to use her degree to enter the journalism career

Her degree got a space next to her portrait

The couple went on a date to celebrate Makayla's graduation

Makayla recited her newest romantic poetry, which Koji appreciated

They ended the night with a makeout before heading home

The celebration continued at home

Makayla became good friends with Rahmi Watson and came over to visit

Koji apparently didn't think that he needed to fix the sink before mopping the floor

Thankfully, Makayla and Rahmi were on it

It's Spooky Day so Makayla carved up a pumpkin for the trick or treaters

Koji hasn't learned what a bed is and was kept company by a dust bunny

There was a festival in Mt. Komorebi so the couple decided to take a day trip

Koji went skiing but it didn't go so well

Meanwhile, Makayla was shredding the slopes

Well....she was

One of Makayla's books was nominated for an award

(and introducing Makayla’s new makeover)

She didn't win this time

Makayla thought it was time to make an honest man out of Koji

He said yes!

So much so that he jumped into her arms

Bonus Shots:

I downloaded a ballroom dance mod (I was thinking weddings) and romantic sims will dance pretty much all the time.

Engagement Photo

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Self-Wetting:

Pass Out: -10

Failing School:

Negative Traits Earned by NTH:

Accidental Deaths:

Fires:

Social Worker Visits:

Single Birth:

Twins:

Triplets:

Any sim in household that reaches aspiration milestones:

Any sim in household that completes aspiration:

Toddler skills maxed by NTH:

Skills maxed by NTH family members:

NTH children earning a A in school:

Positive traits earned by NTH:

Happy Toddler trait earned:

Top-notch toddler trait earned:

NTH sims reaching the top of their career:

Randomizing every trait and aspiration for an entire generation:

Not using spare's satisfaction points for an entire generation:

Every 100,000 simoleons earned:

Immortalizing the TH:

[kieraplaysthesims]

Pick My Heir of Generation One!

Mina Maisah Benali, Young Adult, Economics student, Capricorn, Hot, Creative, Cheerful, Top Notch Toddler, Top Notch Infant, Creatively Gifted, High Self Esteem, In the Know, Practiced Host, Alluring, Essence of Flavor, Home Turf, Quick Learner.

Straight, Dating Jesse Clay, a fellow university student.

Maddox Basem Benali, Teenager, Computer Science student, Capricorn, Active, Genius, Pack Animal, High Self-Esteem, Idea Person, Physically Gifted, Headstrong, Happy Toddler, High Metabolism

Straight, dating Afia Tesfaye, a high school student.

Maia Jacqueline Benali, Virgo, Cheerful, Timid, Top Notch Infant, Top Notch Toddler, Relatable, Animal Affection.

Exploring, dating Steph Holland, another high school student in the drama club.

Mietta Reid Benali, Aquarius, Captivating, Top Notch Infant, Happy Toddler, High Confidence

Makayla Rose Benali, Aquarius, Gentle, Happy Toddler, Neutral Confidence

[streetcars101magazine]

Flavor of the Week: Ashley Makayla aka Cheerwine

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[roxy206]

2022 wrapped — drag edition

I watched:

Drag Race season 8 + Untucked

Drag Race season 14 + Untucked

UK vs the World

All Stars 7 + Untucked

Canada’s Drag Race season 3

Drag Race UK season 4

Canada vs the World

UNHhhh season 7

The Bald & The Beautiful

I Like To Watch

I saw:

Trixie & Katya Live: Trixie, Katya, & Kelly Mantle

British Invasion: A’Whora, Baga Chips, Blu Hydrangea, Cheryl Hole, Janey Jacke, Krystal Versace, Lawrence Chaney, Lemon, & Tayce

CDR s2 tour: Adriana, Beth, Brooke Lynn Hytes, Eve 6000, Gay Jesus, Gia Metric, Icesis Couture, Kendall Gender, Kimora Amour, Makayla Couture, Océane Aqua Black, Pythia, Stephanie Prince, Suki Doll, Synthia Kiss

Raja, Ava Glasscott, Coleslaw, Felony Dodger, Violencia!

Werq The World: Angeria Paris VanMicheals, Asia O’Hara, Daya Betty, Jaida Essence Hall, Jorgeous, Kameron Michaels, Rosé

I met:

Katya

Raja

[kim-ruzek]

Iris

Summary: And it’s those memories that she has kept on replaying on repeat in her mind ever since that day, because Adam is right, because she should’ve known, that she should’ve known his heart.

And instead she accused him of cold-blooded murder.

Or; a night at karaoke at Molly's makes Kim realise just how much she loves Adam.

Season 8 au/fix-it. Adam and Kim decided to give their relationship another go after 8x5, no Makayla, but 8x10 still happened how it did, causing them to break up.

Warnings: mentions to canon miscarriage and deaths and shootings.

Word Count: 7.8k

Read on AO3

Notes: This started as a light hearted funny idea just because I wanted to do a fic about Adam singing. The I talked to Cíara and it spiraled. Title from Iris by goo goo dolls (thanks to @fighterkimburgess for suggesting this song as what Adam sings at karaoke).

Enjoy!!

“Burgess!” Kim was so, so close to being out of the door when the desk Sargent spotted her. She inwardly cursed herself for not being quick enough, turning around with a smile on her face.

“Yes, Sarge?” Her voice was sweet but she knew that Trudy wasn’t having any of it.

“You going to the karaoke at Molly’s tonight?” Trudy gave her a look that told her there was only one right answer.

“Ah...hm, I... can’t.” Still, Kim tried to give the wrong answer.

“You’re going. Your trashy television shows will be there tomorrow.” Platt told her firmly, leaving no room for protest. No matter how much she wanted to. Not for the first time, Kim cursed that Trudy and Mouch are co-owners of the bar, even if she knew that Trudy would still make her go just as firmly even if she wasn’t.

It had been one of those cases in Intelligence. Gruelling and tiring and the kind of cases that makes you second guess your faith in humanity. And fifty-one had just come off the third tough shift in a row themselves and so Herrmann had the marvellous idea of a Karaoke night, something his co owners supported.

‘Just a bit of fun’, Herrmann had pitched as he spread the word. He only had a day to plan and tell them about it, but that was okay, depending it was for fifty one and intelligence, not the greater public.

It’s a good idea, and definitely would be good to raise and rebuild morale; it had taken quite the hit in their first responders family, understandably, with everything going on. Logically, Kim knows this. She can respect and acknowledge that it’s a good idea and something that Herrmann should do for all of them, but that doesn’t stop her from really, really not wanting to go.

It’s nothing, really, about Molly’s or Herrmann, or Trudy. Nothing personal, anyway. Lately, Kim hasn’t felt much like socialising—never mind doing karaoke—and going out tonight, dressing up and having to force herself to be around everyone, it sounds like her own personal hell.

Well, not everyone, just the one person; just Adam.

As far as Kim’s concerned the worst part of work hasn’t been the case. It has nothing to do with the gang war and the children who were caught up in it, as tough as those cases always are. It has nothing to do with the spike of fentanyl in the drugs and the many lives it’s taken. It’s because of Adam.

It’s always, Kim thinks, because of Adam.

The last eight years of her life, it’s always been because of Adam. Not work being unbearable, but anything happening in her life. Her day starts and ends with Adam, it always has, even when it doesn’t.

Even in those moments in her life where Adam is so far from her thoughts. Even when she’s sharing a bed with other men. Even when she hates—no, never hate. Not for him, anyway; herself perhaps, but never him—him.

Even when the only time in the day she thinks of him is because they’re working together. Even when all those thoughts are purely professional.

It’s always Adam.

There’s something about him, from that moment he called her over in Molly’s, that was forever imprinted onto her. His very essence wrapping around her soul, becoming just as part of her as her blood is.

Her air. It’s a thought she’s had so many times before, that he’s her air. That she never breathes as clearly as she does when she’s with him, when his arms are around her. And that air never quite stops coming to her like it does when he’s gone.

It’s a thought that she wishes—wishes so hard—that she had told him that.

Told him it before... Well before that day. Before those words came out if her mouth, never to be unheard, to break what was already barely put together, the cracks of the numerous previous breaks still so clear.

Maybe then things would’ve gone differently; maybe then she wouldn’t be suffocating.

Kim knows that’s not fair. Telling Adam that he’s her air would’ve done nothing to prevent this from happening, from this becoming her life. Adam, after all, is not the reason she’s suffocating, drowning in the water of her own tears—she, herself, is.

She was the one who didn’t think. She was the one who let her own fears, worries and anxieties rule her mind, her heart and her mouth. She was the one who broken, who had marred herself, who had darkened her own soul, spirit and heart.

It was all Kim, she knows this. God knows she’s had many lonely, cold nights to realise that, to let the knowledge sink into her.

Adam is her... Well, her everything. It’s something she’s recently truly came to terms with; that she’s finally understood, more than she ever thought was possible, the old adage of you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

Many nights Kim has laid in bed, staring up at her ceiling, realising she’d give up just about everything just to touch him again, to have him touch her.

To have him let her back in, to let her come close, to let her be in the warmth of his sun.

And it’s those same many nights that Kim has realised that she could give up everything and anything, but that there’s not enough in the world to ever make that possible. That because she was selfish, because she didn’t try to acknowledge how broken she was inside, Kim lost him.

Kim hurt him in the worst way, and there’s no undo button for life. No way to reverse and undo the damage that had been done, especially when it’s just one more scar on top of so many others.

What did you do?

Those words have gone around and around in Kim’s head since she said them, since she saw the hurt in Adam’s eyes, since she saw the video evidence and since he shut that door in her face.

Kim could dissect exactly why she said that—she has, in fact, in those lonely cold nights—but the whys, they don’t matter. All that matters is the aftermath, the impact of her words. That in the moment, she doubted who Adam is, and forever shattered their relationship.

It’s something Kim never should’ve said.

Not because it’s hurtful and untrue to him, well, not just because of that. But because it’s always been Adam, ever since eight years ago, even before she fell completely and utterly head over heels in love with him.

Kim has always known who Adam is. She’s one of the first people ever to, and she saw who he is without him even needing to try hard to show her. Because she understood him, because she saw him on a level it’s taken others years too.

Because she saw him on a level that others still haven’t.

If she tried, Kim doesn’t know if she could pick just one favourite moment in all her years of knowing Adam. There’s so much good, even when things were anything but. But those first moments of their relationship, when they were still so young and blissfully unaware about what awaited them, those never fail to put a smile on her face.

And Kim can’t say just how many times she’s replayed the first moment she just got something about Adam, instinctively, and he had clearly not expected that and just looked at her with awe and adoration.

Or how many times she replayed telling him that he can be himself around her, that she will never judge him, that she knows him.

And it’s those memories that she has kept on replaying on repeat in her mind ever since that day, because Adam is right, because she should’ve known, that she should’ve known his heart.

And instead she accused him of cold-blooded murder.

There’s been many mistakes in her life, many things that she regrets. But it’s no competition as to what she regrets the most, that in just the space of a few seconds, she destroyed Adam and her, destroyed those eight years of history and connection, with only a few words.

In Kim’s line of work, you fast learn that everything can go wrong in such a short span of time. On the nights all of them, all their first responder friends, gather around and talk and it inevitably goes to the horrible things they witness, this is something they all agree on.

That it only takes a split second to go from everything being fine to nothing ever being fine again.

Looking back now, Kim knows that she was playing with fire. That they encourage all the down-on-their-luck victims to seek help, that they even encourage the criminals to do what’s best for themselves and their peers, their family, but that Kim never applied that to herself.

She had been playing with fire for years. Kim sees the looks her unit gives her, whenever there’s a child involved in a case. Not pitying, but a look that clearly shows that they know, oh they know, that she lost a part of herself that day in the motel.

That she was broken, and that they know, even if they don’t think about it, there’s always going to be that broken part of her.

But what they don’t know is that she had been broken for years. They know that maybe she plays with fire whenever the cases are child-focused, but they don’t know just how close she is to the flames normally.

Not their fault, of course. Kim carefully constructs herself, that she hides so much of her even from herself. It’s something—perhaps wilfully—that she’s ignored herself, that she was sitting beside the flames and ignoring the smoke all around her.

The only person who saw how close she was to burning herself is the very person she continued to push away.

Adam knows her as well as she knows him, and he sees her—sees her in a way she can’t even see herself. There was a moment, years ago, a month after she was shot, and she was still so, so bothered by the ugly scar it left. Adam had gently traced it with his fingers, looking at her with love and adoration, whispering how he wishes she could see herself like he sees her.

Kim has often thought about this in the years that came after, and more and more since that day she ruined everything. At nights she finds herself wishing that she could’ve, because it may have only been seconds that destroyed them, but she had made the cracks for years.

That if she hadn’t been chiselling away at them, maybe it wouldn’t have totally shattered them. That maybe, maybe, he would’ve been open to talking it out with her.

Kim knows, understands, why he isn’t. She gets it, and doesn’t fault him for it. But maybe, maybe if they weren’t so broken before, his hurt wouldn’t be so deep. That it would be seen as just one lapse.

Because that’s what it would be, just one lapse in judgement. But the truth of it is, that isn’t the reality. It wasn’t just that one moment, wasn’t just those few seconds, it was everything that came before it.

Accusing Adam of murder would always be a devastating blow to their relationship. But Kim can’t help regretting all she did before then, because she had made the damage before those words ever passed her lips.

In that one question, that one accusation—because that’s what it was—Kim doubted who he was, his character, the very essence of who he is.

It was a betrayal. It would always be a betrayal. But she had spent years before the fact doubting him, showing that there was a part of her that she was too scared to give him. Even when she agreed to give them another go, Kim knows she still held that little bit back, and she knows he knew that.

She was going to give it him, she knows that too. This time, Kim was committed to them, to make them work. And she knew that she’d need to work on herself, to make it so.

But there’s a difference between knowing and doing.

And Kim had continued along her selfish path. That she didn’t fully understand—or, perhaps, wanted to understand—exactly what working on herself would entail. That she dragged her feet on it, thinking that tomorrow she’ll do it, all while knowing that tomorrow would never come.

They had made some big and important strides in this new try of dating they had been doing. The night after they hooked up again, and Adam had convinced her to sit down and have a conversation about them, they both agreed that they needed to do some serious work.

Talking about your issues, making rules in relationships, it’s not the most fun or sexy moments but they knew it was important. Adam had told her that he wanted everything she wanted, and Kim had told him that she was scared.

And things were good.

They weren’t perfect, not by far, but they were good.

It makes sense. After Kim lost their baby, they had grown closer. That foundation, that connection and bond, between them had been worked on and they had developed a routine. There was some sort of communication between them, and dating was just an extension of that.

But they still were so lax, more lax than they should’ve been.

Or rather, Kim was lax. Adam was too, but he was faultless, because he was only following her pacing. That he respected her fears and didn’t push her, and instead of appreciating that to work on her brokenness, she took advantage of it.

And so things were good, but still so broken.

And then Adam was ranting about his dad and the trouble he was in, and Kim let that broken, hurt part of her take over, instead of the goodness that’s still buried deep inside her from when she first fell for him and she might as well have taken a sledgehammer to their relationship.

And if she just worked on herself. If she had worked on herself before this all happened, before they even began dating again. If she hadn’t spent years holding parts of herself back, always setting them on the slow path, then maybe those words wouldn’t have severed that final straw.

It was a betrayal, a doubt. But it was a doubt upon a doubt upon a doubt.

Adam’s words have replayed back in her mind every day since. I thought you’d know my heart. And he’s right, she should’ve.

And that’s why it was such a betrayal, why it did so much damage. Because Kim has spent years pushing Adam away, and he had kept trying, never letting the hurt sink too deeply, because he had that belief that even as she pushed and doubted him, that she knew him, knew his heart.

And in those few seconds, Kim stole that belief away from him.

It doesn’t matter that she does know his heart. It doesn’t matter that she loves him. It doesn’t matter that she’d do anything to fix them, that she’d give up her arm just to have him smile at her one, last time.

The damage has been done, that her wish all these years, her pushing him away; it finally worked. And it doesn’t matter that she regrets it, that she’d undo it, because this is life.

Kim played with fire and she got burnt.

She has accepted this. Kim is in pain, such incredible pain, and she misses him with all she has. But she’s accepted that this is her fault, that she and only she caused this and she must accept the consequences of her actions, no matter of the how’s and why’s she did it.

There’s a large, masochistic part of her that tells her that she deserves to feel this pain, and she’s not going to argue against that, but pain is pain.

Seeing Adam every day at work is agony. It doesn’t matter that it’s all her fault, it hurts being so close to him and yet so far. It hurts hearing him talk to her so cordially, and only when he needs to. It hurts when she sees him laugh at something funny Kevin or Jay says, knowing she’ll never make him laugh again.

It hurts that she forces herself to look away when he does so, or when he smiles, because she doesn’t feel like she’s entitled to see that side of him after everything she did. It hurts that she has to act as if she’s not dying inside and that she can’t even help soothe his own hurt.

Kim powers through, it’s work. It’s his work. It’s her work. It’s what’s best for them, the unit, the city. But by gods, does it hurt.

And at the end of the day, all Kim wants to do is go home and curl up in her bed and try not to think about how it no longer smells like Adam. She doesn’t want to go out. She doesn’t want to see anyone. She doesn’t want to do anything. She doesn’t want to keep being someone, that if people are seeing her, then she’s existing and if she’s existing, she’s hurting.

The pain, the agony, in her heart; she feels as if she’s dying. She feels numb and full of pain at the same time, and she’s full of hatred for herself and self pity. And she doesn’t want to see anyone, especially people who know her business, who knows about Adam and her, who will be trying to understand how she is—not knowing that no one can, that no one knows the intricacies of Adam and her, that no one can understand that pain.

Well, no one but Adam, and that’s the whole problem within itself. That the one person she wants to understand, who does understand, wants nothing to do with her.

And it might be selfish of her, but Kim doesn’t want to see him having fun. She’s not naive enough to think that he’s not also hurting, because of course he is, because she knows him, but she broke them and he’s trying to get over her.

There’s a part of her, probably still her inner masochist, that’s happy that Adam can still have fun despite the pain. And of course, that’s the best scenario she could want for him. But that doesn’t mean Kim wants to see it.

That she wants to witness it. Be a part of it.

Especially all while trying to pretend that she’s not dying inside.

Even on a normal night, even if Adam wasn’t going to be there, Kim would not want to go out. She hasn’t gone out since he shut the door in her face—even cancelling on her monthly girls night with Sylvie and Kelly. But a karaoke night, at Molly’s, with their mutual friends all around them—that sounds more like torture then fun.

But Trudy is Trudy.

It’s not a lack of understanding that’s why Trudy wants her to go out, Kim knows that. It’s the opposite. Trudy knows her so incredibly well, and she knows that Kim won’t ever go out if she doesn’t start trying.

It doesn’t make it easier or makes Kim want to go any more. And god, she tried her hardest to avoid the desk Sargent, knowing that if she didn’t run into her then she wouldn’t have to go. But Trudy is the closest thing Kim has to a parent, and she trusts her implicitly, and not doing what Trudy—in her own way—is advising her to do is a thought so far from her mind.

So she resigns herself to an evening where she’ll wish she’s anywhere but there, all while waiting for the time it gets less painful to be around—(Adam)—everyone.

It doesn’t take long for Kim to get ready. Just a quick shower—a rinse over; a quick thing to wash away the day and before she could remember what it felt like to have Adam standing behind her, sharing the shower, running his hands with a familiar ease over her body, calling it ‘helping’.

Or that was the aim, at least. But there’s no short enough time in the world for Kim to never remember that; the memories flooding back as soon as the water is turned on.

The shower is probably the longest part of her getting ready, the getting dressed easy and done quickly. Just some jeans and a nice shirt and she is done. If this is a night out she actually wanted to go out on, she’d be making good time.

But she doesn’t want to, so even though she’s ready with time to spare, Kim drags her feet, doing this and that in her apartment before leaving—anything to prolong the time until she has to be in Molly’s, around everyone (Adam).

The only thing that kicks her into action is the realisation that if she’s late, all eyes will be on her when she enters and that would just make everything that much worse.

Molly’s is pretty full when she arrives, but there’s still a few missing faces and Kim feels so relieved that she managed to arrive at an okay time. She hesitates slightly when she enters, wondering where to go, where to sit, and she feels almost as if she’s back in high school, her nerves piling up just as high as back then.

“Kim!” Sylvie is all smiles, living up to her personality of being sunshine personified. The blonde paramedic is bouncing up to her, immediately grabbing her hand and dragging her over to where she was sitting.

It’s at a table with Stella, Kelly and Matt. They’re all her friends, they’re not strangers, but the relief Kim feels at being at their table might’ve made one think that they were. It’s not like they’re not friendly, in some ways they’re very close, but Kim feels less pressured with them, less like they’re trying to see through her.

Not that her unit would, of course not. But with how she’s feeling, it’s different being around them opposed to her firefighter friends.

And it’s not like that she wouldn’t sit with them on a usual day, she would. Although normally, Kim would at least go greet her unit and her other med and fifty one friends, maybe just giving them waves at the minimum. But now, Kim sits down and practically tries to blend into the seat, not wanting to attract any attention.

Bless Sylvie, knowing that Kim might not be the most comfortable, allowed Kim to sit closest to the wall and is calling to Herrmann with her usual drink order, instead of Kim having to go up to the bar.

Kelly immediately brings her into a small, silly disagreement him and Matt are having, Stella quickly encouraging her to laugh and playfully tease ‘the boys' with her. Kim doesn’t know if they’re doing it because they can sense how uncomfortable she is feeling, but she appreciates it nevertheless and thinks that if the evening can just be like this, Kim in a corner with people who aren’t making her feel on display, maybe it’ll be alright.

The evening progresses.

Kim can’t say that she’s exactly pleased or happy she came out. She spends a lot of the time wishing for her comfy pjs and her duvet and her trashy shows that she can just get lost in. But it’s not as awful as she thought, in her little corner, the four of them always flocking her.

At times, she’s even having fun. There’s when Trudy gets up to do karaoke, which is always a hoot. There’s when Trudy and Mouch do a duet, the whole pub in laughter at the funny but cuteness of it. And there’s the joking her table does, the teasing of Sylvie when the boys go and get more drinks and Kim and Stella teases Sylvie over Matt and the laughing at Matt and Kelly behaving like teenage brothers.

Kim laughs, sometimes, and sometimes she forgets that Adam is in the bar as well. It doesn’t last, inevitably she looks around and catches sight of Adam, sat beside Kevin and everything turns to dirt instantly.

Her heart twists and she feels as if she’s being stabbed and then her laughter fades and she wonders how she ever could, when the love of her life is not far from her and yet he—rightfully—hates her.

Sylvie seems to notice every time, however, and tries her best to bring her back to her laughter, trying to help her forget about Adam being so close. It’s those times that Kim is truly grateful for having a friend like Sylvie—and for Kelly, him dragging Kim’s attention away from Adam when Sylvie’s busy with the karaoke.

“Come on stage with me,” Sylvie encourages her on one of the happy moments, when Adam is as far from her mind as he can be amidst her broken heart. “We’ll do we're never ever getting back together!”

Karaoke is one of Kim’s favourite things to do with Sylvie, the two getting drunk and singing all kinds of love songs, laughing while they do so. And since their friendship started, they have a tradition that whenever the one—or booth—has a heartbreak or is just annoyed at men, they sing it together. It doesn’t even have to be at a pub’s karaoke night, sometimes just being in the comfort of their own homes.

It’s some of Kim’s warmest memories, but tonight is just not the night for it. This is Adam, Adam who’s right there. Adam who is only no longer hers because of her, and it wouldn’t feel right. And then there’s that Kim doesn’t want to get up in front of everyone; not when she’s trying so hard to be a chameleon.

“I’ll go with you,” Matt offers after Kim gently turns Sylvie down, the other woman pouting slightly, despite the understanding in her eyes. Kim guesses she should be grateful for both Sylvie’s understanding and Matt’s offer—and she is—but she still catches Stella’s eye, the two women grinning knowingly at Sylvie.

The night is well in swing, and Kim notes that she could probably leave now, and it would’ve filled her obligation to Trudy. But she also notes that she’s a little reluctant too, enjoying being able to be semi distracted from her despair over Adam.

Progress, Kim thinks. But not long after she thinks that, Adam is walking to the karaoke and Kim knows that the chance that she can ignore his presence is now slim to none.

His hair is messy, strands hanging over his face slightly, and it reminds her of the night he shut the door in her face and it aches her heart. Aches, hurts, it because all she can think about is that night and aches it because all she can think is about the times it’s been like that because they’ve had sex, because she mussed it up, because he didn’t have time to style it.

Adam chooses to sing Iris by the goo goo dolls, but it’s no surprise, not really. Kevin and Kim have joked many times that Adam has only one karaoke speciality, because he always—at one point in the evening—will always sing it.

It’s not just his one speciality, of course. One of the most surprising things Kim learnt about Adam when they first started dating is about how musically talented he is. That he doesn’t just have a good voice when he’s playfully doing harmonics at work, but that he can—and does—sing.

And it’s something Kim has always loved, always loving it whenever he’d sing—especially when he’d get out his guitar and play for her.

But it’s one of his favourite songs to sing, and he has the vocal cords for it.

Really, Kim should’ve predicted that this would happen. But her mind had decided to be in denial, maybe hoping that Adam doesn’t want everyone’s eyes on him like she doesn’t want, but that’s apparently not the case and she’s wishing she just left, not wanting to hear Adam sing.

Not wanting the memories it will stir up. Not wanting to be reminded of just how badly she fucked up. Not wanting to have her heart break all over again when it still hasn’t recovered.

Kim tries to focus on the joke Kelly is saying, but her eyes can’t settle, her ears can’t hear. She can’t hear anything but Adam’s voice—his frankly beautiful—beginning to start the song, can’t concentrate on anything but the lyrical words that are falling out his mouth.

Memories of when they were happy and they were at karaoke comes flooding back to her. It’s not even memories of them being together—they may have spent the last eight years barely going ten months without sleeping together, but they’ve been not-a-couple longer than they ever were, in total. Just them drinking and laughing and just having fun. When things were easier, simpler, when he could stand to be around her, before she fucked everything up.

Memories of them at work, on a stakeout or just in the bullpen, and Adam is bored and is just humming dance around in her mind as well. Of when the bullpen wasn’t filled with a tense unease, where jokes and laughter was happily exchanged, where they felt like friends, like a family.

And the memories of them being together, of their quiet intimate evenings alone. Of them cooking together, watching random stuff on the telly or just cuddling and just being together and Adam just picking up a tune, singing odd lyrics.

Singing love ballads to her, even when they weren’t together, yet was in everything but title. Singing to her and playfully spinning her around, just for a second, just for a random second, but a second of showing her that he loves her, of treating her as if she’s his life, his bride to spin and to make smile and laugh and feel oh so loved.

Of humming this song under his breath when he’s doing something menial, like the dishes or laundry and catching her eye and just belting—but so beautifully and in tune—a line to her, grinning that grin of his as he does so, before going back to what he was doing, back to his humming.

Of the memory the morning after she told Voight that she was pregnant, and Adam had stayed over, them discussing what this would look like. Of Adam looking as if a load had been taken off him, and of how he had laid his hand over her flat stomach, singing softly—softly to her and the baby.

Of how he only got to do that a handful of times but how he deserved to have been able to do it more. Of how he deserved to be able to hold their baby in his arms and to sing to them, to see them hear his voice, know his voice, to smile and be soothed by his voice.

That oh so familiar pain, that familiar ache, in Kim’s heart returns and she grips her beer bottle that much harder, as if that would keep the pain at bay. It’s always painful thinking about what could have beens, especially about their baby—especially when it’s about Adam and their baby. There’s still a part of Kim that blames herself for what happens, and she never feels like she deserves to be sad about what she’s missed out on, but Adam... Adam was as faultless in that as much as he was in the end of their relationship, and it hurts her to think about all she made him miss out on.

And it’s even more painful knowing that she won’t be able to soothe that ache, that pain, in Adam’s arms, the only place she’s closest to her lost baby; in the arms of their father. Painful despite it being selfish of her for even wanting to.

Maybe it wouldn’t be as painful if it wasn’t this song. Not because of the memories, not because of all the times Kev and her have teased him over it—well, not just because. But because the words hit too close to home, hits close to her heart, the ache it leaves ricocheting through her body.

Kim isn’t one to apply lyrics to her own life, not really, not since her teenage years. Sylvie loves it, loves putting on music which not only speaks to her mood but what she’s directly thinking and despite the two having many girls’ nights giggling to various music, Kim doesn’t make the habit of picking songs that reflects her own mind.

She could spend time dissecting why-- that it makes her feel too exposed, because her work makes her want to always appear tough, that she can’t hide from how she feels if she’s thinking about it—but it doesn’t matter, all that matters is how, now, she feels.

How, now, she can’t ignore the words Adam is singing.

It’s just his song that he sings. Nothing more, nothing less. There’s nothing to take from it, nothing that should be making Kim feel this way. It’s not like it’s a reflection on how he feels, a purposeful choice, it’s just Adam with a few beers in him, singing the song he always sings.

But the words hit her deep, and all she can think about how they apply to her, to him, to them. That all she can think about is how it highlights what went wrong, that she doubted his heart then, after years of doubting his heart.

Adam sings the song well, delivering the notes perfectly even in his tipsy—drunk?—state, hitting the emotional lows and highs at all the right times. It’s just him performing, but maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through Kim’s veins, but it hits her, feeling like it’s him, not just a performance, sounding so raw and real.

It grabs at her heart, twisting it so painfully in such a deep, aching way.

All Kim wants to do is hold him, is to be with him. To cover his face in kisses, to hold him close, to tell him that he’s hers and she’s his and that’s how it’ll be for eternity. That she loves him, that she knows him, that her soul is his, entwined so tightly and closely around each other it’s impossible to tell who’s is who that it’s essentially just one.

And it hits her; she loves him.

Kim knows this, of course. And if she didn’t, the pain she has been feeling over these weeks without him would be the tell. That she feels empty, like a part of her is missing because Adam is not beside her is because she loves him; that her love burns brighter and more fiercely than an exploding sun.

But this evening, she only embarked upon this because Trudy wanted her to see that she can put herself together again. That things will get easier, that she can adjust to life without part of herself. And she had thought so, had saw it as a possibility as she laughed at her table’s jokes, as she got lost in those moments without thinking about Adam close by.

Now Kim can see—can feels—that’s nothing but a pipedream. That she loves Adam so, so much and things will never get easier to be without him. That this pain is hers and hers forever. That her life will only ever be made up of small moments where she’s without pain but that she’ll never be free.

Adam is where her story begins, where her life is. And she’ll never get him again, because she was selfish and she pushed him away and doubted him in the most awful way. Kim has accepted this, and now she accepts that her life will never get easier.

It doesn’t make it any easier to feel, to experience.

She can’t stay here, at Molly’s. She just can’t. It might be Kim’s fault why everything fell apart but she’s only human, and the ache in her heart—the ache of pain for hurting him and the ache of desire of wanting him—getting too much.

Kim puts down some money next to her beer, and she’s scooting past Sylvie, thankful that the paramedic had stood up only a few minutes before. Molly’s is crowded, and so she can high-tail it out of there without much attention and for that she is glad.

Sylvie calls after her, however, obviously concerned at her friend leaving so suddenly and Kim shouldn’t turn back to look at her, but she does, only a glance. But she miscalculates and she accidentally locks eyes with Adam and, god, it just makes the ache in her hurt that much more and she knows that she needs to go, go, go.

The cool night air hits her but it does nothing for her pounding inside her heart, does nothing to help her no longer feel like she’s on the edge of a cliff and she’s about to fall. Kim regrets deciding to drink, that she didn’t drive herself here so that she can’t just jump in a car and get as far away from here as possible.

Instead she paces the pavement, her fingers quickly working her phone to get a taxi. There’s the slight hum from the music inside which permeates through the night air, and it just makes it harder to forget the sight of Adam, looking so lovable and fuckable, and how she’s no longer allowed to think such things.

“Kim, what’s up?” Sylvie has followed her, looking concerned.

“It’s just,” Kim waves her hands in vague gesture at Molly’s. “Too much. I need to go home, I just can’t.”

“I understand. I can go with you, if you need some company? But Kim—you work with Adam. You need to get used to being around him in informal settings as hard as that is.” Sylvie reminds her gently.

“Maybe I’ll transfer,” It’s meant as a joke, but her tone is flat, and it hits wrong. Kim isn’t being serious, but there’s that little bit of truth, that it would be easier, and it rings through her words.

“Kim,” Sylvie gives her an empathetic look. “Just—talk to him.”

“What, like how you’re talking to Matt? Anything but how you feel?” Kim can’t help interrupt her, her tone clipped. Her friend shoots her an unamused look.

“That’s different. Matt and I haven’t dated, we don’t have half the history you and Adam do. And I’m okay working with him, but if you’re even thinking about that, even in a joking way, just talk to him. I know he’s hurting and you are, but you two belong together, don’t let your pride get in the way of that.” Rationally, Kim knows Sylvie makes sense and that she’s just looking out for her, but any sense of rationality is being blocked by the throbbing ache in her heart.

“It’s not pride. He hates me. And with good reason. There’s nothing I can say that can fix that and just—just leave it okay?” She snaps.

“Okay. Do you want me to go home with you?” Ever the angel, Sylvie backs down and Kim wishes that she was less in pain so she could appreciate it.

“I’m fine.” Her voice is calm, cold, final. Sylvie sighs, giving her one more look, before she heads back inside the bar. Kim’s taxi arrives shortly after.

It’s not even two hours later that Kim’s in a taxi again, bouncing her leg as the cabbie drives, tapping her foot out of nerves and impatience.

Kim wonders what the taxi driver will be thinking about her. There’s the smell of alcohol on her breath, and she can barely sit still in the seat, moving around nervously. She hadn’t looked at her hair before she left her apartment—again—but depending she just lay down on a sofa and half screamed moaned into her pillow, Kim would be surprised if it wasn’t at least slightly unruly, mussed a bit.

In truth of it all, the taxi driver probably hasn’t given two thoughts towards her since she got in. She’s just going to be yet another customer, just one of many he’ll have this night and the nights to come. And in Chicago, he’s probably seen all walks of life, people who look more like car crashes and disaster than her slightly un-put together, anxious self.

But focusing on thinking about this helps distract her mind from where she’s going—to Adam’s—and this borderline crazy idea to do so.

Adam has made it clear that he doesn’t want to hear from her. That she has cut him deep, and that she ruined whatever they were building together. He doesn’t want to hear her excuses, no matter how reasonable it seemed to her at the time.

But Kim’s not coming with excuses.

There’s not the aim to fix this, to get back together. Well, there’s not not that. Kim doesn’t really know what it is, what she wants from it, not really. She would love, of course, if Adam could see them trying to rebuild, but she only wants that if he truly can. If he can do it without compromising any part of himself, Kim has asked for pieces of him far too much to ever let him give her more.

It’s just... Lying in her apartment, alone, the dark—Kim hadn’t bothered to turn on her lights, because what’s the point—all Kim wanted was Adam.

Kim’s not coming with excuses or half apologies or propositions. She just can’t stay away from him, she just needs...

Well, Kim doesn’t know what she needs. Her mind is telling her that she needs him to know something, or needs to see her, but isn’t telling her what or why. Kim doesn’t even think she actually knows, that she’s just driven by this need.

It’s not a selfish need—not anymore selfish than any other action, that is. It’s just this inexplicable need. It’s, Kim thinks, possibly the most selfless need because it comes with no expectations or reasons, no outcomes or purposes.

And yet it’s the most selfish thing Kim has ever done. Not selfish in a bad way, nor even in a good way. But just in a selfish way, or maybe... Maybe if you can be selfless, maybe this is self-full.

Because it’s selfish in the way that it’s the first thing she’s ever done for herself just because. Everything else she hems and haws over and considers so many factors, where this is just done because she needs Adam, and because she knows, knows, Adam will be missing her.

He hates her, yes. He wants nothing to do with her and has been so hurt. But their love... Their love is like nothing else, fierce and strong, deep and true. He misses her when she’s in his arms, as she does too. Even with what she said, even with him wanting nothing to do with her, he’ll be missing her.

Kim’s not naive enough to convince herself otherwise anymore.

Kim’s knocks on Adam’s door goes unanswered and it’s only then that she realises that Adam might not even be home yet, that she didn’t leave Molly’s too long ago, that those nights can go on for quite a while and there’s no reason why Adam would be home.

There’s a feeling of defeat hanging heavy in her heart but she just leans against the wall beside his door, refusing to leave. Even if she has to wait hours, even if he just ignores her, Kim is determined to at least lay her eyes on Adam one more time tonight.

Kim isn’t waiting long. At least, she doesn’t think that much time has past. Adam has appeared, walking down his corridor, a look of surprise on his face at her being here. There’s a part of her mind, far at the back, that remembers that night she told Voight about the baby, and how this is like the opposite of then.

“Kim.” Adam stops a few feet away from her. The surprise is clearly displayed on his face, and in his voice. She turns so she’s facing him dead on, surprisingly confident.

“I came here to talk.” She tells him, impressed at how her voice doesn’t waver. He lifts up his eyebrows.

“About what?” If things were good, Kim would’ve playfully hit his arm and teased him, pointing out the elephant between them, about the day she ruined it all. But things aren’t good, so she doesn’t, but still, she can’t help but bring a bit of lightness to the heavy tenseness hovering in the air between them.

“Everything?” She smiles slightly, hoping he gets the reference. The corners of his lips twitch upwards and Kim thinks that means he did.

Adam moves closer and her heart beats way too fast. He’s got his key in his hand, and Kim realises he’s only stepping so close to her so that he can unlock his door, and she’s trying not to be overwhelmed by him being so, so close to her. Trying not to focus on how she can smell him and how easy it would be to touch him, to sink into his arms, to grab him and beg him to hold her and never let her go.

Her mind is going haywire, but she tries to calm her breathing, her heart, trying not to outwardly show how much she wants him to let her in, to give her another chance. Tries to remind herself that he might just shut his door in her face again, that just because he hasn’t told her to fuck off now doesn’t mean he still won’t.

But then Adam, pushing open his door, turns slightly towards her, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Why don’t you come in?” He offers, indicating for her to enter first. Kim smiles at him, it’s a wider smile than the faint one he gave her, but that’s okay, so much has happened. But Kim accepts the olive branch for what it is, and enters his home.

Everything won’t be sorted over night, but it’s a start. And the important thing is that Kim knows more than ever who Adam is, knows his heart. And that she knows who she is, knows her own heart and she knows that she is Adam’s, even if he no longer wants to be hers.

[kandadiff]

Van Der Wulff - Homecoming Part 3

~

Chaos reigned in the aftermath of the blood bath. At first no one moved until a mix of laughter and shouting filled the entire gymnasium. Taylor’s face was red from laughing and Draven noticed. 

She should have kept her mouth closed. “What the fuck is so funny?” Draven asked. 

“What?” Taylor chuckled. “Your cunt leader got what she deserved. Eye for an eye, butch! Bout time someone knocked her down!” Taylor snickered and clapped her hands for Camilas attention. “Help me off! I need to see her up close! I hope you got a picture of that-”

Taylors head jerked back violently when Dravens fist collided with her cheek. “Jiwoo!” Draven called out to the girl behind her. “Get a picture of this! Blonde cunt with a bloody fucking nose!” Taylor screamed in pain. Cara who was not to far away lunged at Draven in defense of her leader. But it was Jiwoo that rammed her body into Cara to prevent her from knocking Draven off the stage. Instead both girls tumbled off. Pain shot through Jiwoos arm as she landed twisted on Cara who pushed her off forcefully and ran back towards Draven in the chaos. 

~

Makayla was way too drunk for this. The entire room was spinning and the loud noises made her head pound even more then it already was. She spotted Beck and wished she could call her cousin to help bring her home, but not anymore. She couldn’t trust him. She looked around, startled when Duke popped up behind her, then she realized the heavy feeling in her shoulders where his hands. “Makayla,” his breath was hot in her ear, she shrugged him off. “Wanna get out of here.”

“Yeah.” she said lowly, her mouth dry. She needed to drink something, she looked over at a random table, drinks sloshing as people fought as Duke tried to lead her out of the building. She grabbed a drink from the table wincing as bitter liquid hit her throat. She spit it back in the club and was grateful as she was lead out of the gym and into the large field of the parking lot. The cool air felt great on her skin and her nausea felt more controlled now. She slurred and looked around her a place to sit but finding nothing leaned on the bricks of the staircase. “I’m just going to rest my eyes.”

Duke was giddy, he had seen video upon video about girls being easier to hookup with when drunk. He had spent the entire night watching Makayla suck down drink after drink, and he made sure her cup was never empty. In essence he was basically lubriacting her up for the night, now the only question was how this was going to play out? should they go to his house or her house? Should he offer her the Molly he bought with the guidance of Robert, who said girls panties basically drop when they get a taste of the pill. 

His hands fumbled with the small dime bag Fezco gave to him and his eyes focused from the small pill to Makayla, looking like a goddess leaning on the brick wall, like a Picasso painting. “Ma- Makayla” he stumbled over his words excitedly like a child ready for an ice cream cone. “Do you want?” Her brown eyes opened slightly to look down at what he was holding. His entire body going giddy when she looked up at him, her attention fully on him. She hesitated and shook her head. 

“No thank you.” her voice was bright and Duke felt his pants tighten. Of course she would say no, good girls like her didn’t do drugs. But he’d make her feel safe, he wouldn’t hurt her. He only wanted to pleasure her. He took a pill in between his chubby fingers and took her hand in his other one, placing the pill in her palm. He quickly swallowed the other one. 

“I know its your first time.” he said getting closer to her. She looked down at the pill and him, her stomach doing flips. Rue had offered her a pill earlier in the night and she managed to say no. But her brain swirled around in her head and she was hot, why was Duke so close to her anyway? She attempted to push him away and the pill dropped from her hand. He laughed, his head leaning down toward her neck, what was happening? “It’s okay, I’ll be gentle.” His hands enclosed her as he pressed on the wall and started kissing her neck in sloppy wet kisses.

“No” she squeaked out attempting to push her away. Bile rose in her throat as she put her hands on his shoulder trying to get him off of her. “Get off.” her voice sounded far away, dry and quiet. Duke pressed himself harder into her, her entire neck felt wet. 

“I’ll be gentle, Makayla.” He says nulling at her neck and biting a little too hard. She yelled out in pain and felt his hands now on her legs. 

“Get off!” Her voice sounded like a squeak on her throat. His hands felt like they were all over her and she tried to push him away again. He wouldn't budge, stead his hands slid upwards, tickling her ribs. She tried to shout and scream but instead felt the weight of him be thrown off of her. Another body slammed Duke into the heavy metal door. Makayla gasped in a breath looking at Duke who was now groaning in pain on the floor as the stranger kicked him in his stomach repeatedly. Makayla stood frozen, terrified, until the man turned and looked back at her. She stumbled back, her hands gripping the brick railing, trying to steady herself. 

“Are you okay?” he asked and she looked at him wide eyed. It warmed his heart a bit. “Hey” he stepped towards her but when she stepped back he stopped and put his hands up. “I’m not here to hurt you, okay?” She nodded but still held the railing tightly. “Did that piece of shit hurt you?” She shook her head and glanced down to Duke on the floor. 

“I’m going to sue-” he started and Rio kicked him hard in the face, knocking him out immediately as well as causing a burst of blood to spill from his nose. Makayla vomited.

~

Like a rag doll you quickly got lost in the discord. People taller and stronger than you accidentally or maybe purposely bumped into you as you tried to leave the stage and head toward where you saw Max take me. Someone punched someone else and that person banged into your, careening you into a table where you were hip checked on the seat. Pain ran down your entire leg and you cursed under your breath. Another person slammed into you and your struggled to keep standing, instead your heel gave out on your and you fell onto the floor, banging your head on the table. Attempting to blink the dizziness away, you heard someone shouting your name. That was until a pain on your foot brought your attention to someone stomping on your leg as they tried to fight someone else. You felt hands on your back, knocking you roughly back towards the table where the glass cups crashed onto the floor and you fell onto them. Tiny glass shards cutting into your exposed arms and shoulder. “SHIT!” You screamed in pain, the liquid liquor stinging your cuts. 

You heard shouts and grunts of pain seeing Yugyeom hit the ground in front of you knocked out and felt someone quickly yank you up and over his shoulder. It took you a moment before you realized they were Edward’s. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp defiantly but he held you tight. “Stop fighting me!” He growled at you. You pounded at his back before realizing he was punching his way through the crowd and getting you nearer to the exit. Until something hit him like a truck and you were thrown out of his arms and fell into another person. 

It was Cassie and she quickly threw you off of her. “Get off of me!” She shouted and shot up. “Nate!” She screamed before disappearing somewhere into the crowd and you quickly stood up unable to see Edward anymore. You craned your neck to see Xavier or at least the exit but you were tiny compared to everyone else, and could only see shoulder, tuxes or dresses. You felt a hand tug on yours and quickly to see they belonged to Tatiana. 

“Come on.” She led you forcefully through the crowd, holding your hand tightly while she called out to someone. That was until someone with long claws yanked you away- or at least tried. 

You turned to see Emma with a handful of your dress in her long hands. Before you could say anything she yanked roughly, the strap of your dress breaking and falling on your chest. She yanked again instantly - the zipper breaking and your dress started to fall off your body. You quickly gathered the material as she shouted at you but you could barely hear her over the other shouting of the crowd.

Her eyes grew wide as she looked behind you and she cowered in fear. “Xavier!” Tatiana shouted and turning around you saw Xavier holding up a metal chair from one of the tables. He was about to hit Emma, Tatianna flew in front of him and he threw the chair to the ground, seeing the damage done and violently shoving Emma to the ground. 

~ 

Max, Damien and Kitty managed to sneak me out of the locker room and back to Damien’s penthouse apartment. It took me two showers, 2 baths and 3 hours to get the blood off my skin. The bleached blonde dye I used in my hair specifically for the dance was now red and no matter how hard I scrubbed the lightest it got was pink. I was throughoutly humiliated. Damiens entire bathroom smelled like copper, soap and shampoo. My phone was blowing up with texts, calls and of course those assholes who posted it to YouTube and all the people laughing at my expense. By the time I was done in the bathroom my phone had so many notifications - it died. 

I got dressed in one of Damiens old band tee shirts and didn’t even bother saying goodnight to the boys. I slunk into the guest room and tucked myself under the blankets. I just wanted to crawl into bed and never leave it. 

But of course I couldn’t sleep, I just smelled blood. my mind kept cruelly replaying the scene over and over again. Haunted by the laughter, I stayed awake staring at the green numbers on the nearby alarm clock. It was 3:23 when Damien slipped in next to me. His voice was soft. 

“🍝You up?” I didn't say anything but I knew he knew I was up. “🍝Max left, I told him I’ll keep an eye on you.” I nodded looking at him. “🍝I’m sorry that happened to you.” I turned away from him. He wrapped his arms around me hesitantly at first until I relaxed into him. “🍝I’ll find out who did it, I promise.” He says moving a piece of hair from my face. “No one deserves that, Hurricane. Especially not you.” We laid there in silence, the minutes of the clock ticking by slowly until I felt myself drifting off. “🍝I love you.”

“Me too.” 

~

[makaylamae-blog1]

An Open Letter To God, From An Atheist.

Dear God,

It's me, MaKayla, I know we haven’t talked in a while, since I stopped believing in you and all, but the world kinda seems to have gone to shit recently, and it’s starting to feel an awful lot like if you are up there, you’re getting ready to pull the plug on us. Maybe you’re pissed?  Maybe you’re tired? Who knows. It’s hard to tell. Either way, I get the sense that if I do ever want to talk to you — if I do want to get in some last minute prayers, just in case — I better do it quick.

For your prayer-answering convenience, I took the liberty of organizing my thoughts into a list. I did it this morning. I sat down at my desk, lit up a joint, threw on some AC/DC, and thought long and hard about what, given the opportunity, I’d like to talk to you about. The result of that long, hard thinking is below.

Now, I’ve never actually prayed to you before, nor have I really attempted to communicate with you in any meaningful way — although I’m remembering now that I did try and bargain with you an awful lot back when I was fourteen and hopelessly sexless — and so I’m not sure if this is the right format. Do you prefer bullets or a numbered list? Do I need to be on my knees in order for you to hear me? Will you reply to me via email, or just some kind of thinly veiled metaphorical sign? I have so many questions.

Anyway, time is of the essence, so here we go:

First thing, please, please: Don’t let Bryce take away my pot. If I have to spend the next three years not high, I’ll turn into a total dick.

What’s up with this whole Beyoncé not winning Album of the Year thing? I mean, I’m not really even a huge fan of her music, but I’m an objective appreciator of music, and, this year — objectively — it seems like she quite clearly deserved it. Lemonade was a poignant, brave, sonically cohesive piece of music; 25 was just Adele being Adele. Do you listen to music? You must agree, right? What’s she gotta do? Couldn’t you have intervened, here? What gives?

Is there a way you could limit the effects of climate change to red states whose representatives continue to deny its existence? For us Minnesotans, that would be both convenient and sort of elementally satisfying. Karma’s a bitch, Alabama!

Could we get, like, one more good season of True Detective? The first one was great, but the second was rushed. You know it. I know it. The world knows it. Let’s close that chapter on a more fitting note.

What if you made it so alcohol didn’t make you hungover? Just a thought.

Is there a way you could compel Trump to shit himself on live TV? That, I think, would bestow upon him some much needed humility. It would also be awesome.

Please provide your rationale for the following shitty things: Alex Jones; childhood cancer; yellow jackets; dementia; peanut allergies; the 5 day work week; erectile dysfunction; racism; black mold; Isis; police brutality; hurricanes; oh, and also the rapidly diminishing world-wide appreciation for the importance of empathy. Thanks.

Well that about does it. Thanks again, God. I’m glad this wasn’t awkward. While I fear I left out some important stuff — maybe I should have repented for a few things? — it feels good to have gotten at least this much off my chest.

I’ll probably have more to run by you when this joint wears off. But either way, I’m looking forward to hearing back!

Sincerely,

    Atheist everywhere.

[nora-book]

Purified

This is just a little Ashi alternate ending one-shot that came to my mind out of nowhere. I decided to write it, because what the heck?

*****WARNING: This one-shot contains religious/spiritual themes. If you are offended or religion is not your cup of tea, then keep it moving. Please, no atheist comments.*****

Ashi had been enjoying life in this strange, new, place she called home. There were no hoverboards, robots, TV’s, music sound systems, but it didn’t matter to her. As long as she was with Jack, she was completely happy. No, she thought as she looked out the window in their bedroom. She had joy. Something she had barely, if ever experienced. First there was hope, now there was joy. She first felt joy stirring in her heart on their wedding day, as she walked down the aisle, dressed in a white shiromuku, heading toward the love of her life, who was as anxious and joyful as she was. She remembered holding his hands and looking into eyes, and they seemed to get lost in each other’s sight as the shinto priest blessed them and they said their vows. Then Ashi remembered the tears she had felt as she and Jack stood side by side, announced as husband and wife. Then of course, she remembered the honeymoon, that night. Everything had felt surreal, so right, so wonderful. Yes, there had been pain, but Jack was careful and slow, their bodies had fit together like two puzzle pieces. That next morning, Ashi had been sore, but soreness was no match for the joy in her heart. When Jack woke up, he had reached for her, and they had made love again with the early morning light shining in through the window.

Ashi smiled, thinking these thoughts, as she stared out the window. Oh, yes, she had joy, as well as hope and faith. She had come a long way. She had born from darkness, but had come to the light. Had it not had been for Jack, she didn’t know where she would be, what would have happened to her. Because he had shown her the truth, she found happiness, joy, and even peace. She still had nightmares, anxiety, moments of triggers from the past, memories of the evil woman that was her mother, the dark, evil, creature that was her father, who she had once thought of as a god. Ashi shook her head. It was too pretty of a day to be thinking of the past. She decided she was going for a walk. She asked Jack if he would like to come along, but he was busy helping his father. As the future emperor, he had to help with signing documents, trade, and whatnot. Jack himself was sad he was busy, but he promised he would go for a walk with her tomorrow morning after breakfast. Filled with happy energy, Ashi set off for her solo walk. She wouldn’t go far; just down the trail into the south side of the woods. Ashi loved to breath in the fresh air, feel the wind blow, hear the birds sing and see them perched in the branches of the tree’s. Her favorite was the blue jay. Ashi also liked the flowing rivers and streams, the clear, perfect water that quenched your thirst, the sound of the water flowing. Everything about the nature just calmed her spirit.

Ashi walked silently through the woods for a while, sometimes it was quiet, sometimes there’d be a rustle of wind, an animal scampering through a bush, or a bird flying away. Whichever it was, Ashi enjoyed it all. A few moments later, she came to the river and was surprised to see a crowd of people standing on the bank of the river, and in the water itself. One man stood in the middle of the bank next to another younger-looking man. The older looking man standing in the middle of the river had one hand on the back of the younger man and the other arm raised up in the air. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be saying something. Then, suddenly, the older man tipped the younger man into the water, and a few seconds later, brought him back up dripping and wet. The people on the bank clapped happily. Smiling, the younger man walked to the bank of the river, where a woman with a towel in her hands wrapped it around him. Ashi raised her eyebrows in curiosity. What was going on, and why were these people so happy to see a man dipped underwater? Ashi walked over to the people on the bank, and the man in the middle of the river.

“Hello, good afternoon,” said Ashi.

the crowd turned to look at her. “Princess Ashi!” cried the man standing in the middle of the river bowing. “My, what brings you out here alone, far away from the palace?”

“Just taking a walk,” said Ashi. “Nature is so wonderful.”

“That it is, that it is,” said the man shaking his head.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is going on here? Why did you dip that other man into the water?” asked Ashi.

“Because, dear Princess, we are purifying him. By this process called baptism, he has been made new, born again, whole and cleansed in the eyes of God,” said the man.

Ashi thought. She had heard of baptism, she had heard of Christianity, but didn’t understand much about it, she had even heard of Jesus, but didn’t understand him either. Now, she didn’t even know about a God. She didn’t have any specific deity to follow, except for the lies her mother programmed into her head.....

“What’s your name?” Ashi asked the man.

“My name is Nobu Adachi, but you can call me Pastor Nobu,” said Nobu. “This is my congregation.” He waved his arm to the people on the bank. “With the help of these believers, I have started a small Christian community, and hopes and plans to grow larger.”

“Wow,” said Ashi. She was amazed. Being in Japan, most of the population comprised of Shinto and Buddhists. Not everyday would you expect Christians. But where did that leave Ashi spiritually? She had removed herself from the past, she had cleansed herself from the black ashes in which she was covered as a child, she had felt Aku’s presence leave her body when Jack killed Aku. And even though she had hope and joy, sometimes she still felt like there was something empty inside her, like half of her was missing, other than Aku’s essence. Now, having read in the past some about Christianity, and baptism, Ashi knew she had to make a decision. Would she find a spiritual place in her heart, or wander around forever?

“Baptize me,” said Ashi firmly. “Purify me, make me whole. I may not know much about the Christian God but I might as well start here.”

“Amen Princess,” said Nobu smiling.

Ashi took off her zori shoes and slowly stepped into the water. It was slightly cool, but comfortable enough for her. Ashi walked in deeper, the water coming up to her waist. Nobu gently placed a hand on her back.

“Ready?” He asked.

Ashi shook her head yes.

Just like before, Nobu closed his eyes, raised his other hand, and mumbled a short prayer.

“I baptize Princess Ashi, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,” said Nobu, then he dipped Ashi underwater.

Within seconds, Ashi was back up, and blinking and wiping water out of her eyes. The people on the bank clapped happily. She had done it, she was baptized. Ashi headed to the bank where the woman was waiting with a towel. Her kind arms wrapped it around her and Ashi smiled. Ashi sat on the bank watching a few more other people get baptized, then she hurried on back to the palace, she needed to get into dry clothes. Jack, the Emperor, and the Empress were very much surprised to see Ashi wet.

“What happened?” asked Jack.

“Did you fall into the river?” asked the Empress.

“Are you okay?” asked the Emperor.

so Ashi told them about Nobu and his Christian congregation. She told them about what she had learned and how she had felt and the decision she made to get baptized. When she was finished, the Empress and Emperor had smiles on their face. Jack just seemed surprised, as he stood there rubbing the back of his head.

“Do you think I made the wrong choice?” Ashi asked worriedly.

“No,” said Jack, walking toward her and holding her in his arms. “Whatever choice you make, as long as it’s a good choice, is fine with me. I love you.”

And Ashi knew this was true.

Later that evening after dinner, Ashi went into the royal library and read more about Christianity and Jesus. The more she read, the more she felt comfortable about her choice. She still didn’t understand about Jesus. If He was God’s son, then how could he be God as well? And how could God be three people if the book said there was only one God? Ashi knew she would understand it better by and by. And there were certain things in life she knew she may never fully understand. But she had hope, joy and faith, not just through Jack, but through God.

*Well, so that’s that. I know everyone’s not really open to this kind of stuff, so it was worth a shot, good reception or bad reception. I usually don’t write this kind of stuff, because just because I’m a Christian doesn’t mean all I write about is Christian stuff. I do, and will write about smut, violence, fantasy/magic. I love fantasy writing. I try to be an even-balanced, non-judgemental person in life. I’m not a push the bible in your face every second of every day because everything you do is a sin Christian, that would be wrong and annoying.

Main blog: @makayla-angelic

[chenardery]

List of girls that may break your heart

Aaliyah Abbey Abbie Abbigail Abby Abigail Addison Adrian Adriana Adrianna Adrienne Aileen Aimee Aisha Aja Alaina Alanah Alana Alanna Alayna Aleah Alecia Alejandra Alena Alesha Alessandra Alex Alexa Alexandra Alexandrea Alexandria Alexia Alexis Alexus Ali Alice Alicia Alina Alisa Alisha Alison Alissa Aliyah Allie Allison Allyson Allyssa Alma Alondra Alycia Alysa Alysha Alysia Alyson Alyssa Amanda Amani Amber Amelia Amy Ana Anabel Anais Anastasia Andrea Angel Angela Angelica Angelina Angelique Angie Anika Anissa Anita Anjelica Anne Annamarie Anne Annette Annie Annika Annmarie Antoinette Antonia April Araceli Ariana Arianna Ariel Arielle Arlene Asha Ashanti Ashely Ashlee Ashleigh Ashley Ashli Ashlie Ashly Ashlyn Ashlynn Ashton Asia Aspen Astrid Athena Aubree Aubrey Audra Audrey Aurora Autumn Ava Avery Ayana Ayanna Ayla Bailee Bailey Barbara Baylee Beatrice Beatriz Belinda Berenice Bernadette Beth Bethany Betsy Betty Beverly Bianca Billie Blair Blanca Bobbi Bobbie Bonnie Brandi Brandie Brandy Brea Breana Breann Breanna Breanne Brenda Brenna Breonna Bria Briana Brianna Brianne Bridget Bridgette Brielle Britany Britney Britni Brittani Brittanie Brittany Brittney Brittni Brook Brooke Brooklyn Bryana Bryanna Caitlin Caitlyn Callie Cameron Camille Candace Candice Cara Carina Carissa Carla Carlee Carley Carli Carlie Carly Carmen Carol Carolina Caroline Carolyn Carrie Carson Casandra Casey Cassandra Cassidy Cassie Catalina Catherine Cayla Celeste Celia Celina Celine Chandler Chanel Chantal Chantel Charity Charlene Charlotte Chasity Chaya Chelsea Chelsey Chelsi Chelsie Cheryl Cheyanne Cheyenne China Chloe Christa Christen Christian Christiana Christie Christin Christina Christine Christy Ciara Ciera Cierra Cindy Claire Clara Clare Clarissa Claudia Colleen Connie Constance Cora Corey Cori Corina Corinne Cortney Courtney Cristal Cristina Crystal Cynthia Daisy Dakota Dalia Dallas Damaris Dana Danica Daniela Daniella Danielle Daphne Dara Darby Darcy Darian Darlene Dawn Dayna Deana Deanna Debbie Deborah Debra Deja Delaney Demi Desiree Destinee Destiney Destini Destiny Devan Devin Devon Devyn Diamond Diana Diane Dianna Dina Dominique Dominque Domonique Donna Doris Dorothy Drew Dulce Eboni Ebony Eden Edith Eileen Elaina Elaine Eleanor Elena Eliana Elisa Elisabeth Elise Elisha Elissa Eliza Elizabeth Ella Ellen Ellie Elsa Elyse Elyssa Emerald Emilee Emilia Emilie Emily Emely Emma Erica Ericka Erika Erin Esmeralda Essence Estefania Esther Eunice Eva Evelyn Fabiola Faith Fatima Felicia Fiona Frances Francesca Franchesca Francheska Gabriela Gabriella Gabrielle Genesis Genevieve Georgia Georgina Gianna Gillian Gina Giovanna Giselle Gladys Gloria Grace Graciela Gretchen Griselda Guadalupe Gwendolyn Hailee Hailey Haleigh Haley Hali Halie Halle Hallie Hanna Hannah Harley Haylee Hayley Haylie Hazel Heather Heaven Heidi Helen Helena Hilary Hillary Hollie Holly Hope Hunter Iesha Iliana Imani India Ingrid Irene Iris Irma Isabel Isabella Isabelle Isamar Itzel Ivette Ivy jashi Jackie Jacklyn Jaclyn Jacqueline Jacquelyn Jada Jade Jaime Jaimie Jalisa Jami Jamie Jamila Jana Janae Janay Jane Janelle Janessa Janet Janette Janice Janie Janine Jaqueline Jasmin Jasmine Jayla Jayme Jazmin Jazmine Jazmyn Jean Jeanette Jena Jenifer Jenna Jennie Jennifer Jenny Jerrica Jesse Jessenia Jessi Jessica Jessie Jessika Jill Jillian Joan Joana Joann Joanna Joanne Jocelyn Jodi Jodie Joelle Johanna Jolene Jordan Joselyn Josephine Josie Joy Joyce Juana Juanita Judith Judy Julia Juliana Julianna Julianne Julie Juliet Julissa Justice Justina Justine Kacey Kaci Kim Kacie Kaela Kaila Kailee Kailey Kailyn Kaitlin Kaitlyn Kaitlynn Kala Kaleigh Kaley Kali Kalie Kallie Kalyn Kara Karen Kari Karina Karissa Karla Karlee Karley Karli Karlie Karly Kasandra Kasey Kassandra Kassidy Kassie Katarina Kate Katelin Katelyn Katelynn Katerina Katharine Katherine Katheryn Kathleen Kathrine Kathryn Kathy Katie Katlin Katlyn Katlynn Katrina Katy Kaycee Kayla Kaylee Kayleigh Kayley Kayli Kaylie Kaylin Kaylyn Kaylynn Keely Keila Keisha Keishla Kelcie Kelley Kelli Kellie Kelly Kelsea Kelsey Kelsi Kelsie Kendal Kendall Kendra Kenia Kennedy Kenya Keri Kerri Kerry Khadijah Kia Kiana Kianna Kiara Kiera Kierra Kiersten Kiley Kimberlee Kira Kirsten Kirstie Kirstin Kori Kortney Kourtney Krista Kristal Kristen Kristi Kristian Kristie Kristin Kristina Kristine Kristy Kristyn Krysta Krystal Kyla Kylee Kylie Kyra Lacey Lacie Lacy Lakeisha Lana Lara Latasha Latisha Latoya Laura Laurel Lauren Laurie Lauryn Layla Lea Leah Leandra Leann Leanna Leanne Leeann Leigh Leila Lena Lesley Leslie Lesly Leticia Lexi Lexie Lexus Liana Lidia Liliana Lillian Lily Linda Lindsay Lindsey Lisa Liza Lizbeth Lizeth Lizette Logan Loren Lorena Lori Lorraine Lourdes Lucero Lucia Lucy Luz Lydia Lyndsey Lynette Lynn Macey Macie Mackenzie Macy Madalyn Maddison Madeleine Madeline Madelyn Madison Maegan Magdalena Maggie Maire Makayla Makenna Makenzie Malia Mallory Mandy Mara Maranda Marcella Margaret Margarita Mariam Mariana Maribel Maricela Marie Mariel Mariela Marilyn Marina Marisa Marisela Marisol Marissa Maritza Marlee Marlena Marlene Martha Martina Mary Maura Maureen Maya Mayra Mckayla Mckenna Mckenzie Meagan Meaghan Megan Meghan Melanie Melina Melinda Melisa Melissa Melody Meranda Mercedes Meredith Mia Micaela Micah Michaela Michele Michelle Mikaela Mikala Mikayla Mindy Miracle Miranda Mireya Miriam Misty Mollie Molly Monica Monika Monique Montana Morgan Moriah Mya Myra Myranda Nadia Nadine Nancy Nautica Naomi Natalia Natalie Nataly Natasha Nathalie Nayeli Nia Nichole Nicole Nicolette Nikita Nikki Nikole Nina Noel Noelle Noemi Nora Norma Octavia Olga Olivia Paige Paloma Pamela Paola Paris Patrice Patricia Paula Paulina Pauline Payton Perla Peyton Phoebe Precious Princess Priscilla Rachael Racheal Rachel Rachelle Randi Raquel Raven Reagan Rebeca Rebecca Rebekah Regan Regina Reina Renee Reyna Rhiannon Rhonda Rikki Riley Rita Robin Robyn Rochelle Rocio Rosa Rose Rosemary Roxana Roxanne Ruby Ruth Ryan Rylee Sabrina Sade Sadie Sage Salina Sally Samantha Sandra Sandy Sara Sarah Sarai Sarina Sasha Savanah Savanna Savannah Scarlett Selena Selina Serena Shaina Shakira Shana Shania Shanice Shaniqua Shanna Shannon Shantel Sharon Shauna Shawna Shayla Shayna Shea Sheena Sheila Shelbi Shelbie Shelby Shelly Sherry Shirley Shyanne Sidney Sierra Silvia Simone Skye Skylar Skyler Sofia Sonia Sonya Sophia Sophie Stacey Staci Stacie Stacy Stefanie Stephanie Stephany Stevie Stormy Summer Susan Susana Susanna Suzanne Sydnee Sydney Sydnie Sylvia Tabatha Tabitha Talia Tamara Tammy Tania Tanisha Tanya Tara Taryn Tasha Tatiana Tatum Tatyana Tayler Taylor Teresa Terra Terri Tess Tessa Thalia Theresa Tia Tiana Tianna Tiara Tiera Tierra Tiffani Tiffanie Tiffany Tina Toni Tonya Tori Tracey Traci Tracy Tricia Trinity Trisha Trista Tyesha Tyler Tyra Valeria Valerie Vanesa Vanessa Veronica Victoria Virginia Vivian Viviana Wendy Whitley Whitney Xiomara Zoe

[dya-dahlan172-blog]

“Is Business Another Call For Dracula?"🌼

Business and Dracula are two different things. This definition is taken from id.m.wikipedia.org that business is "an organization sells stuff or service to consumers or other form of business to gain profit.” So, business is not limited to only selling beauty products, costumes, foods, electronics, etc but also course organizers, translating bureaus, writing contributors and other services. It stills quoted from the same source: id.m.wikipedia.org Dracula is “A blood sucker vampire that is the main fictious character created by Bram Stoker in his novel Dracula published in 1897.”

Ouh! So, Dracula is just an imaginative creature, indeed. Then, what it’s connectivity to business?

Before getting to know the connectivity between business and Dracula, let us see the survey taken from Tempo.Co which had been copied from BBC before that unemployment is the most scary creature for world’s population. The research was cooperated with Globescan and involved 11.000 respondents from 23 countries. It showed that the worry of people is different in every nation but the trend is around the issues of corruption (Nigeria, Turkey, Peru, Indonesia), adequacy of food and energy (China, Russia, Kenya, Philippines), poverty and crime (Latin America). And, yuph! The world’s most terrible pain for people around the globe is a damned thing called UNEMPLOYMENT.

"Rejection is an opportunity for your selection” Bernard Branson.

The starting purpose of my writing is to narrate events that I have knowledge and experiences about. Also, attach stories happened in my surrounding to strengthten the whole paragraphs. Some of the writings are self centered though and that’s okay because the scope is set small.

From the first writing (He is Adorable) till this material that you are reading at the present makes me realize that life of a man is a relationship to other people’s life which then leads her/ him to a wider scope of her/his own life story.

Yesterday, I visited a friend. Then, my connection went larger to cultural preservation organization, foreign volunteer organization and having chat with young entrepreneur who had positive and clever personality.

The one story which can’t be forgotten is a talk with a general manager lady who doesn’t have any will to be famous even with five likes on Facebook. One beautiful lesson I learnt from her is “life without contribution to others is a failure.” And sure, to be able giving any help, “my” hand should be above than the other's hands. In positioning to the aboved hand, “I” must have things and that’s not always money but other rich materials such as happiness, care, affection, motivation, protection, giving a ride, etc. Gee! It looks easy to contribute to somebody’s life 😂😀.

Have you ever heard about Makayla? Yuph! It’s a new opened cafe with outdoor vintage theme. It is launched on September 1st, 2017 in Palibelo Bima. Sure, the area of this growing cafe is a previously neglected piece of land, dull. By the way, in the management of clever entrepreneur, can’t us mention potty stuffs those go un-interesting and worthless?

The menus in Makayla are unique and not 100% pure. For instances, you may order a cup of iced tea and the drink is formulated with lemon essence. Traditional sauce (sambal) which is seen as super ordinary ingredients gives a super delicious taste and even prettier than it’s plating when we eat it.

Have you ever tried drinking coffee Ice Blend, Milk Based Smothie, Mocktail? These drinks are below IDR 10.000. And, that price is aside from heavy meals and snacks.

Price for all items are not base on certain standard because the segment is general customer.

Before setting a stage for live accoustic, the food and drink are at the lowest price due to lack of facility. Free wifi is accessible and information from the availabeled magazines can be an inspiration for mix matched fashion that you would like to wear the next days.

I'm thinking for Makayla to produce a kind of special drink which iced tea will be delightfully formulated with special additional ingredients and flavor made for “peacefully insecure” youngsters who actually are satisfied, independent, happy with their existences but making a bit of money still. Yeah! The drink might be named “Hellie Sissie.”

Come on! I’m not thinking about negativity when writing this humble article. Hellie Sissie is just a formulated name might sounds “noise” but delivers a warning that life is short event. Well, being Sissie is personal choice. Other people do not supported with hammers by God to judge whether a person will be sent to hell or dumped off somewhere between hell and heaven. Somebody won’t stop being good or bad by preaches. She/he is good or bad only by her/his own willingness to be so.

I am sure, Makayla will operate in peace when the customers coming from different background sit in tolerance, affection and fun. And, it will turn awkward if women with red lipstick on then people ridicule them like no other or with a scarf around your neck, people have already judged you as victim of soap opera.

Makayla is going to be a new atmosphere in the area of Bima town and regency because the location is strategic and customers walk in with various backgrounds. So, whoever or whatever "I am" let us relax our minds with Hellie Sissie. But, this Sissie is not on the list, yet. I wish, it will be there soon, so people who are in thirst of friendship, tolerance and acceptance can be slow down. By the way, Hellie Sissie is a formulated name means "Sissy from hell" also can be understood as "the Charming Sissie."

I am interested in knowing behind the scene of Makayla. Normally, the story happens out stage is more crowded. Often, it's miraculous than the physical building seen in front of the eyes. Isn't it?

Yuph! Definitely the first step is at the point zero. One of the inspirations is a patner who once sold chips on street, now is owner of one biggest hotel in Senggigi, Lombok. During the journey, Makayla had been taught some lessons that life would be much better without putting things on airs, that mindset of getting cash is not having around the clock money oriented thought. And, a person won't make any further move if stills proactive to every comment sent to her/him.

That's it! Those batch of simple words are the un-seen motivation.

Business is business. Dracula is Dracula. They are un-known to one another. Business is not as scary as Dracula. Fear in the form of reluctance exists because "my" frame of mind is an employee. "My" suggested mind of how "my" office looks like is with Air Conditioning and name plate on a shiny table. Potentially, government should still push BUSINESS on and on to rule the entry of honorary staffs in all departments. Also, putting mindset to youngsters with such inspiration from the above Bernard Branson's that rejection (to honorary staffs in government's offices) is a selection leads "me" to life achievement which actualizes ability and energy to perform who really "I am."

People include "me" believe that business is about fund. The most powerful barrier that we assume altogether for doing it is the fund. Then, it is cited from Bob Sadino that "business is just "knees." If you don't have any, you borrow it from others."

When I asked about fund, Makayla pointed at it's head. Another entrepreneur answered with a pretty smile. The other one said that it wasn't about money but an art. So, I draw conclusion that there are two kind of fund for business: brain and happiness.

Business doesn't have alias name such as Dracula. Top tips for having a successful business can be found anywhere: book, magazine, newspaper, telly, internet, seminar, etc. May be, it's about "my" own thinking which had been brainstormed that business is very difficult and a heavy matter that if it falls a part, you might cut yourself. Well, it can be true. Or, let us take this as an example when a person said such things for negative purpose is really not a matter. The "white criminal" might just want to protect her/his business from tight competition with other fresh and smart entrepreneurs.

"We" need to say once again that it's not a problem with the negativity at all. It might be the only skill she/he has to not share profit with others and should be responded with neglection. And, because "I am" a young creative and hard working kid on the block would gladly prove that she/he is wrong. Makayla stated, "Let ten cafes set up around here. But, fortune will never be a confused matter."

Diana Dahlan 🌼

[legaciesandothernonsense]

I’m Surrounded by Idiots - Makayla 1.2

Makayla continued to chat with Koji online

She met up with Koji for another 'date'

Things went well

Their relationship was taking a turn for the positive and Makayla hoped they'd see eachother soon

She's broke, your honor

But it's ok since our new friend Emily gifted her 5000 simoleons

Homework was still taking over her life though

Koji has arrived unannounced once again

Koji continued to simp hard for Makayla

She decided this was the time to be bold

They were both happy about the outcome

Especially Koji

They later watched a movie together

However, they didn't pay much attention to it

So...I bought bust the dust and since Makayla has the neat trait...we be vacuuming

Since it's fall, Makayla got a makeover

Koji came over

Girl...are you serious right now?

- 5

She figured it out eventually

They went on a date at the nightclub

(where I strategically placed a couch upstairs to get away from the masses)

This woman is not subtle

Not gonna lie...I'm into this ship

It occurred to me that they weren't even dating

I fixed it

Obligated couple selfie

Makayla hates to cook but sims gotta eat

The festival was on so Makayla took a trip down to get some groceries and plants

Makayla and Koji went on another date

I think she thought this was going to go better then it did

Makayla published her first book

They decided to move in together

Let the games begin

Koji decided to kiss his girl autonomously

With his free action, I got Koji a job as a spa specialist

They proceeded to celebrate their new living arrangements

--

Self-Wetting:

Pass Out: -10

Failing School:

Negative Traits Earned by: NTH:

Accidental Deaths:

Fires:

Social Worker Visits:

Single Birth:

Twins:

Triplets:

Any sim in household that reaches aspiration milestones:

Any sim in household that completes aspiration:

Toddler skills maxed by NTH:

Skills maxed by NTH family members:

NTH children earning a A in school:

Positive traits earned by NTH:

Happy Toddler trait earned:

Top-notch toddler trait earned:

NTH sims reaching the top of their career:

Randomizing every trait and aspiration for an entire generation:

Not using spare's satisfaction points for an entire generation:

Every 100,000 simoleons earned:

Immortalizing the TH:

--

One day, we'll be in the positives

[legaciesandothernonsense]

I’m Surrounded by Idiots - Makayla 1.1

This is Makayla Essence. She's our founder who longs to be a writer.

However, she needed a degree first.

To the library!

While there, she met the librarian, Koji

Makayla spent a good amount of time working on her essay and was glad a food vendor was close by

She started chatting with Koji and hoped they'd be friends

Makayla anxiously waited to hear from the university board

She got a call that night to head for her university interview

Since Makayla spent the majority of Sunday at the library, the neighbours showed up the next day instead

To make some money, Makayla took up odd jobs.

While seashell hunting in Sulani, she took a minute to relax

Makayla finally could afford some groceries

She got in!

Makayla enrolled in Communications at Foxbury

She got an early start on her homework

Makayla was able to afford a laptop thanks to her scholarships

Makayla started early on her author dreams

Koji may or may not be simping for Makayla. He comes over all the time

Do you mind, sir?

Sigh...

Why is Vlad like this?

Does this count as passing out? Ugh

-5

After Makayla recovered, she practiced her charisma for school

Koji invited Makayla out to a party, where she ordered her favourite drink.

Said drink happens to have plasma in it and made her sick

I mean...what?

Her mood soured the rest of the evening

Ugh

Makayla invited Koji over to watch a movie to make up for that bad night

After Koji left, Makayla worked on her project

Makayla and Koji continued to meet up, however they were still just friends

--

Self-Wetting:

Pass Out: -5

Failing School:

Negative Traits Earned by: NTH:

Accidental Deaths:

Fires:

Social Worker Visits:

Single Birth:

Twins:

Triplets:

Any sim in household that reaches aspiration milestones:

Any sim in household that completes aspiration:

Toddler skills maxed by NTH:

Skills maxed by NTH family members:

NTH children earning a A in school:

Positive traits earned by NTH:

Happy Toddler trait earned:

Top-notch toddler trait earned:

NTH sims reaching the top of their career:

Randomizing every trait and aspiration for an entire generation:

Not using spare's satisfaction points for an entire generation:

Every 100,000 simoleons earned:

Immortalizing the TH:

Total: -5