#gardening wall decal

[stickerskingdom]

30 Ancient herbal plants paper cards

[wallsandtime]

These stickers come in a variety of sizes, very small to very large, you can stick them anywhere, and could also be considered wall decals, being placed on a wall instead of a poster.

[greenprayingmantis]

The Yellow Jacket Framed Art on Etsy

[felixandresims]

This is the third part of the Estate Set. This time, it's a mix of items. You will get items for the garden, and I finished a few objects for the interior, too.

You will get:

Garden Furniture, including an armchair, loveseat, lounger and a parasol

Wrought Iron Gate and Fence

Hydrangea Bush and Potted Hydrangea

Cone-shaped Topiary and Potted Version

Different Hedge Pieces

Potted Citrus Tree

Timber Panelling

Plaster Walls with Trim

Adam Style Wall with Decals for extra Decoration

Curtains for all three Wall Heights

Several people have contacted me because the wallpapers haven't been showing correctly in their games since the DirectX 11 update. This update is in beta; I think the mistake might be on the EA's end, and I believe this will be fixed once DirectX 11 is appropriately released. If you are playing on DirectX 11, there is a fix. You can Download the latest version of Sims4Studio and run a Batchfix. Go to Content Management -> Batch Fixes -> Misc -> Update images for DX11. That should do the job and fix your wallpapers.

This is the final Part of the Estate Set for now. I enjoyed working on this subject and will likely continue this Set in the Future. Don't worry if you liked this content. I shall stay in the same world for the coming months, but it will be Cottagy instead of estate. I enjoyed making the Plants and Vines in the Estate Set, and I think a Cottage Garden would be an excellent continuation from there :)

This Set is on Early Access and will be available for everyone in November :) And you will find it here

Thanks again for your support and lovely comments; I appreciate them!

Lots of Love,

Felix xxx

[wanderingsimsfinds]

WanderingSims Fave CC - Pride & Rainbow List

1 - Nina - 4t3 Nikatyler Pride Paint

2 - trinitymarconeptune - Pride Paints

3-4 - Smallsimmer - Eyeshadow 2 & Prideshadow 1-5

5, 14-15, 25-27 - Pandelabs - Pride Bottle Necklace AF, Prideful Platforms AF , Rainbow Converse AU, Rainbow Jeans AF

6, 29 - MurfeeL - 4t3 MrAlex Shades & Hobo AM Pants w/ Pride Buckles

7-8 - Chazy - DarkNight Pride Bracelet & LGBT Rings

9-12 - fearpixls - Pride Septum, Pride Plugs, Rainbow Choker, & Twisted Nose Ring Set

13 - simchronized - Pride Flag Recolors & Poses (Use Mirror Link)

16 - faerielandsims - Alexo TS4 Bob

17 - ChamelonSims - Beyoncé Jaded London Ombre Rainbow Swimsuit

18-21 - simsandcinnamon - Prism Top, Shiny/Sunny Sweater, Crayon Sweater, & Layered Top Female

22 - VMSims - 4t3 Julia Cardigan

23 - TheWatchers - AF Pride Tee 2017

24 - dizziesims - Cropped Rainbow Hoodie

28 - simsandcinnamon - Pride Leggings

30 - MurfeeL - LGBT Jacket Tops & LGBT Ships Jacket Tops

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31 - asexualsims - Pride Posters

32-41 - WanderingSims - 4t3 networksims Underworld Posters, Pride Wall Art (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6), Rainbow Spray Paint Stickers, & Pride Wall Stickers 1 & 2

42 - Martassimsbook - TS4 Pride Flag

43 - WhatThePlumbob - Pride Flags

44 - MainlyJustTheSims - 4t3 Syboulette Flashy Cloud Light

45 - MurfeeL - C2077 LGBT+ INSP Miniset

46-48 - VenusPrincess - Pride Pillows, Mugs, Blankets

49 - Fake-sim - pinkbox-anye Pillow Conversion

50 - polrbearsims - High School Years Neon Love Light

51-53 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Syboulette Dream Set (Hanger Bag and Books & Rug), 4t3 novvvas Lindo Set (Bean Bag Chair & Bedding), & 4t3 Syboulette Pride Set

54-55 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Pride Home Set & Pride Month Rainbow Mini Set

56-58 - MurfeeL - Default Replacements EA Picket Sign & UNI EP Booth, LGBT BLM Solidarity Banners, Pennants, Posters, Wall Decals, UNI Booth as End Table & Smite Stage as Functional Teleporter

80 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Cowbuild My Home Set Rainbow Plush

81- HydrangeaChainsaw - Garden of Rainbows Set

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59 - anasaquasims - Rainbow Patterns

60 - asexualsims - Pride Flag Patterns

61 - omfgingers - Rainbow Patterns

62-79 - WanderingSims - Pride Patterns (1, 2, 3, 4), Rainbow Patterns (1, 2, 3, 4, 5), Rainbow Patterns (Chevron, Hearts, Geometric, Tile, Plaid, Misc, Terrazzo, Stars & Dots, Stripes)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Deuce, Sebek: Like a Flower, Forever Blooming

Why does it look like Deuce is proposing to you with a tray of donut rings— WEH 😭 The birthday boy looks so handsome and gallant!! (Not usually the kind of comment I make for Deuce cksbsksnw) For some reason I tend to really like Deuce’s birthday cards…

His groovy is kinda funny too; Deuce looks like he wants to fight Alice… Interesting, because Ace acts in Alice-like ways, and he and Deuce are constantly bickering www

A Tale as Old as Time.

A girl found herself wandering into an enchanted garden. She was a tiny thing in her blue dress and pinafore, smiling sweetly at the colorful blooms surrounding her. They bore faces, those flowers—eyes, noses, and mouths, their expressions varying from curious to snarky.

The sunshine of the girl’s long locks, a youth sparkling with sensibility. They were a familiar sight.

It’s something straight from a story back home, Deuce thought.

He scrounged around for a smart comment to demonstrate his wit, his maturity. At last, he settled on: "I had no idea there were so many different looking flowers. I can barely name a few kinds.”

A dismissive grunt sounded.

"Hmph! You hail from the Queendom of Roses, don't you? And Heartslabyul is famous for its roses as well. You should be more familiar with the flora!" Sebek scolded him with a frown. "Have you no pride for your country or dormitory?! Truly, your behavior is beyond the pale!"

"I just never really paid much attention to the flowers before... I'm not the kind of guy with a green thumb. The most I do is paint the roses when the dorm leader tells me it's my turn."

"Unbelievable!! You disparage the noble perennials with that flippant attitude of yours!" Sebek shook his head. “Were you to lay your gaze upon Briar Valley in the springtime, you would surely come to appreciate them."

“Pere-what?”

“Perennials!!” Sebek folded his arms. He lifted his chin. “Don’t tell me you’re unaware of what they are! You must not be very well-read, human!!”

“O-Of course I know what they are!” Deuce stammered. “Wh-Who hasn’t heard of a para-knee-old before?!”

His fellow first year casted a doubtful look at him.

“… Okay, maybe I don’t,” Deuce admitted. His shoulders deflated along with his defiance.

“Perennials,” Sebek smirked triumphantly, “are flowers that return year after year. Roses are among them, but there are many others that fall into the category.

“When they bloom in the warm season, it is a scene to behold, a feast for the eyes! Then, come fall and winter, they wither and fade… and in spring and summer, they are born again! It is a most glorious, never-ending cycle.”

“Ah, so they live and die, then they’re brought back to life. Over and over… Endlessly?”

The gears in Deuce’s head slowly turned. Their teeth clicked into place, sparking a realization, a light in flickering on in his face.

“Oh?" The smugness in Sebek's voice was front and center. "Have you been swayed already? It certainly didn’t take much to persuade you.”

“I think I get it now, Sebek. Flowers are cool after all!” Deuce slammed a fist into an open palm. “Growing, getting older, dying, and coming back to life again… They’re like phoenixes!”

“In what way are flowers like phoenixes?!” Sebek bellowed, his volume shaking the paintings lined up on the walls. His words, however, seemed to fall on deaf ears.

“I wanna be like that too!! As tough as a flower that bounces back year after year!” Deuce passionately declared. “If I get knocked down, I’ll just get back up again! There’s gonna be no stopping me!”

He paused. "... Do you think I should add some flaming flower decals onto my Magical Wheel?"

"You've failed to take to heart a single insightful thing I've told you!! I would hardly consider this a revelation!" Sebek groaned, a hand upon his temple.

Typical foolhardy human, he surmised with a scoff. But still, he could sense a fighter when he saw one. The determination in Deceus's eyes was unmistakable. A blue-green as sharp and as clear as a cloudless summer's day, like a sword cleaving the heavens in half.

He had seen it many times over.

It was the look of a warrior.

"Listen here, human! There are a great many number of opponents in this world whose power may rival or even exceed your own. When you should encounter such strong foes… I hope you stand your ground. To betray your own promise would be disgraceful!”

“You saying I’d go back on my word?! No way! I definitely won’t run. That’s a coward’s way out.” Deuce grinned daringly—dangerously. “No matter what comes my way, I’ll own up to it. I’ll take it all on!”

[simstorian-blog]

New York City: ONE

(CC List + Links)

World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Spice Market – Old Salt House

Lot Size:  30 x 30

Capacity:

4 Apartments: 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, washer/dryer per unit

1 Townhouse: 4 Bedroom Suites, 6 Baths, 2 Half Baths, A Sauna, Indoor Pool, Gym, Office Space, Entertainment/Hosting Floor

Shared Areas: Café, Game Room, Laundromat (non-functional), Press Conference Room, Security Booth

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

City Living

Discover University

Eco Lifestyle

For Rent

Get Famous

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dine Out

Jungle Adventures

Spa Day

Strangerville

Vampires

Stuff Packs

Laundry Day

Kits

Cozy Bistro

Desert Luxe

Recommended Gameplay Mods

(Please read through what each mod has to offer before deciding if it fits your gameplay style or not.)

City Vibes Lot Traits

Lock/Unlock Doors for Any Lot

Use Residential Rentals shared areas as Community Lots

Build Mode

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 2 (Doors, Ionic Column)

Chateau Pt. 2 (Marble Tiles, Stone Stairs)

Colonial Pt. 3 (Column 1, Fence 2, Railing 2, Spandrel 1)

Georgian (Arches, Doors)

Gothic Revival (Pilaster 4m, Socket, Trim 1)

Paris Pt. 2 (Bar, Bistro Table, Counter, Espresso Bar, Glass Display, Island, Paneling 3 Tiles, Stone Wall, Window Decal)

Soho Pt. 2

Soho Pt. 3

Soho Pt. 4

Versailles

Harlix

Kichen (Fresco Wall)

Tiny Twavellers (Trim Wall)

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 2 (Traditional Items, Stone Wall)

Brownstone Pt. 3 (Wallpapers)

Klean Pt. 2

Klean Pt. 3 (Plaster Window Frame Large)

Hey Brine

Indonis Bathroom (Penny Floor & Wall Tiles)

Joyce

 Summer Garden (Floor Tiles)

Lili’s Palace

Folklore (Smoky Kitchen Wall)

Intarsia (Polished Marble Floor + Florence Fresco Add-ons)

Lijoue

A Louer Collection (Apt Mailboxes, Door, Intercom, Iron Fence, Railing, Stone Stairs)

Peacemaker

Multi-Level Carpet

Pierisim

Combles (Module Medium 2, Paneling Middle)

Sooky88

Victorian Tiled Flooring

Syboubou

Industrial Elevators (This Mesh Needed)

Buy Mode

AroundTheSims4

Laundromat (Chariot, Folding Table - Metallic, Seating x3, Laundromat Sign, Soap Machine)

CharlyPancakes

Lavish (Wardrobe Pieces)

Lighthouse Collection (3-Seater Sofa)

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 4 (Fridge, Cabinets, Counters, Sink)

Chateau Pt. 5 (Bookshelf V2 – Medium)

Grove Pt. 2 (Timber Shelves)

Flirtyghoul

Lavanderia (Note: Non-functional)

Harlix

Bafroom (All Wall Mirrors)

Baysic Bathroom (Shower Wall, Toilet Roll)

Orjanic Pt. 2 (Medium Curtain + Rod)

Harrie

Brutalist Bathroom

Coastal Pt. 3 (Marble Kitchen Sink)

Coastal Pt. 6 (Bathtub, Landscape Mirror, Shower, Toilet)

Spoons Pt. 2 (Cake Boards, Pastry Display Platter)

Meinkatz

Light Fixture (DL on Patreon)

Thermostat

Pierisim

Coldbrew Pt. 2 (Books, Menu, Napkins)

Coldbrew Pt. 3

Oak House Pt. 4 (Bathtub, Shower, Towel Holder, Wall Hanging Light)

Woodland Ranch (Dining Chair 1 + 2)

Ravasheen

Thermostat

Tuds

SHKR

DO NOT REUPLOAD MY LOTS.

DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT PLACE BEHIND A PAYWALL.

Tray Files: DOWNLOAD

[icarus-suraki]

So here we are at 2029 Giovanni Ct, looking at this beast of a construction with 6 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, more dining rooms than one would expect, so much space they literally don't know what to do with it, all coming in at a whopping 12,846 sqft (~1193 sqm). Let's go inside!!

Oh Jesus, oh God, oh no.

I almost don't know where to begin...

The swirly bannister that's all the fuck over McMansions anymore. No carpet on the stairs so that's great. I can't tell if that sofa is animal print or not. The shape of that mirror is hilarious to me. The chandelier is like "minimalist castlecore" or something. The single dinky wall light by the stairs. And there are two chairs on either side of the eucalyptus explosion by the way.

This is like baroque monochrome or something.

Also, a glimpse of Dining Room #1. Keep count with me!

Literally posting this one because the doors are killing me:

Is this a lawyer foyer? Like, it both is and isn't.

Also, all this white paneling just makes me think of the "human zoo" at the end of 2001.

The decorating inspo, we wonder to ourselves?

And now, Sitting Room #1: For Him

Some arts, that's for sure. The dark wood paneling lets you know that this is the Masculine Room. Fucking coffered-ass ceiling...

From what I can figure out, this room is immediately to the right as you enter the front door. (We'll get to the white room in the background later.)

Dining Room #1:

Seriously, there is no purpose for this gap between the foyer and the dining room except that the architect wanted it there for the window, I guess. Symmetry! (I unironically like the wallpaper/wall decal though).

But what is going with the fucking eyes top of the table, Todd???

An Table Art, apparently.

I like to imagine that those two giant concrete pawn statues were supposed to go in the garden but got put inside instead. They were too cold outside. If you're cold, they're cold: bring them inside.

Those chairs look like they're upholstered with chainmail.

Love that there's a chandelier in the butler's pantry. Yeah, that makes sense. Okay, in we go:

That's a built-in Miele coffeemaker. It'll run you about $5,000 US.

I think that's moar pantry off to the left because the kitchen proper is off to the right.

Sink #1. Keep count with me!

Sinks #2 and #3! But no pasta faucet? The fuck??? Untenable.

Those hanging lamps look like they're made of Styrofoam.

Now if we turn around...

[bluemantics]

When Maria McClain first holds Lance in her arms, she feels a resurgence of overwhelming affection consume her. It’s nothing new to Maria. She’s had many other children— four— and now, cradling Lance, she knows she is capable. She knows she can handle being his mother, and just how lucky she is. With tears brimming in her eyes, she places a kiss to his forehead.

“You are going to be so, so good,” she whispers. Lance, still and sleeping, remains unaware of her words.

Maria realizes: here is her heart, living outside of her body. She prays.

Later, when Lance is six and starting school, Maria worries. He’s an unusual boy. He likes to spend endless time at the beach and marveling over the stars, but it has taken longer for him to learn things such as speaking. She hopes desperately that he won’t struggle in school and be made fun of, but knows she can’t control that.

“Mama!” a shrill voice calls from the door. Maria places the last Tupperware of rice in his lunch box and heads over to where Lance is standing, hand eagerly twisting the doorknob back and forth.

“Have a good day in school, Lancito.” She plants a kiss on his forehead as she shoves his lunch box in his backpack. “Make sure you stay close to Rachel and walk with her, you don’t want to get lost.”

“I will, I will,” Lance huffs. Finally, Maria opens the door, and Lance bursts out to run over where Rachel and Veronica stand with neighborhood friends. As Maria waves him off, she presses a hand over her chest, soothing the knot left behind by his absence.

She looks around an empty house, all the pieces of her heart out in the world. Maria sighs, closing the door and turning to get her gardening tools.

Lance is 13 when he first discovers the Galaxy Garrison. He is not the best student, prone to distraction by the smallest things, but he becomes determined in a way Maria hasn’t seen from him yet.

However, Maria also does research on this program. She finds out it is a military program and that her son will be enlisted to fight on the battlefield.

She begins to worry again, that familiar ache in her heart. Maria walks to Lance’s door and knocks gently. “Lance?”

“Come in!” Maria walks in to find him taping up a poster to his wall. He shares the room with Luis, who isn’t there, the only sign of him a collection of superhero memorabilia on the right side of the room.

Lance’s side had glowing star decals, an empty fish tank, and a big collection of fantasy books.

Now, above Lance’s bed, there is a poster of a commanding officer from the Galaxy Garrison. Lance catches her staring and turns bright red.

“He’s so cool, Mama!” Lance explains. “And he is gonna go to space, just like I want to. I might even get to meet him if I go.” Maria chuckles softly.

“You’re working very hard to get in,” she reassures him, going to place a hand on her shoulder. “Stubborn boy as you are.” He snorts at her teasing and ducks away from her ruffling his hair.

“I’m gonna do it. I know it.” Lance looks up at the poster with wide, open eyes, and Maria can’t help but notice how small he is in comparison to this looming figure in a space suit. “I’m going to be a hero.”

Maria has heard many stories of heroes. She has read them, has met them, has lost them. She recalls her brother, lost to war.

She placed a gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder, sitting down next to him on his bed.

“I will never stop you from becoming who you want to be, mi corazón,” she tells him seriously. He looks deeply into her eyes, eyes they share, deep brown and curious. “But you must promise me, if you go here, you will keep my heart safe. Heroes do not remain heroes in life very often.” She presses her remaining hand from her heart to his, an invisible connection.

“Do you understand?”

“Of course, Mama.”

He does not understand. He is only 13, young and with no obligations, but speaking the words aloud brings a comfort to her. So she smiles, and when Lance gets into the program months later, they celebrate with a going away party.

Then—

Then.

Lance is 17 when she receives a call. She does not remember much of that day. Brief snatches, at most.

Falling to her knees in the kitchen, the phone breaking as it landed beside her.

Her hands coming up to her heart, her shoulders trembling. Maria’s husband rushed in, going down to hold her, trying to understand why she was—

A pause. Silence rang in her ears like a bell tolling.

She tilted her head back and screamed. The sound was broken. It was pain incarnate.

Her son, her heart.

How could she ever stand again?

The years begin to pass by in a blur. She has other children to take care of. They don’t miss the hollowness that lingers in her eyes, the way she ages but her eyes continue to linger on an empty doorway. She busies herself with her garden.

She plants a lamprocapnos and she tends to it with care.

She tries not to linger on regret, her husband reassuring her that she did everything right, that she is a good mother and wife. In their grief, they cling to each other. She listens to his pulse with an ear over his chest.

The bad days are hard, and she needs reminding that they pass.

They do.

Sometime when Lance would be 21, Maria hears a knock on the door. She stands and heads over, expecting a package or a neighbor. She freezes. Tall and scarred and broader, but still her baby, Lance stands in the door with a wide smile and eyes instantly brimming with tears.

“Mama, I’m home,” he whispers.

Maria opens her arms, her shock preventing her from speaking. He sinks into them in a way all too familiar and yet also new and strange, this new version of her son.

“I did it,” he says. “I became a hero, Mama. I saved the universe.”

“Oh, mi corazón,” Maria finally manages, her voice broken again. “You never needed to be a hero for me to love you.”

They stay that way for a long, long time.

“I have someone I need you to meet, Mama. I think he’s my heart.”

And, oh, she understands.

“Invite him for dinner,” she agrees, holding hers in her arms like a lifeline.

[judjira]

the college

tags: fluff pairing: reader x mina after hours wc: 1861 back to masterlist

“Aaaand done.”

That’s your last lab report done for the night. Thank God, your university has a 24/7 study hall. You wouldn’t have been able to get any of this done at your apartment.

The study hall is chilly, but then it always is because the administration has no idea what temperature regulation is. The fluorescent lights are actually of a rather warm color, allowing you to read and process at a rather consistent pace.

Your lab reports, rather neat if you do say so yourself, are handwritten, thanks to the demands of your rather uptight professor. You even get detractions for not having your letters being written straight. Which has caused you to spend an outrageous amount of time making sure your margins are correct, your layout is neat, and your formulae are even.

It’s a bit of a mindless exercise in futility, but you have to admit, it is kind of satisfying to look at your finished lab reports and their neatness. Certainly a gratifying reminder of how many hours you’ve spent redoing lines and numbers as compared to actually studying the formulae required for this lesson.

At this hour, the study hall isn’t quite what it is in the morning, when the full hustle and bustle of the university has students scrambling from class to class, cramming reports, and studying for exams.

Still, it’s a nice change of pace from that, with barely a soul inside, besides you and some other woeful student, busy typing something down on their laptop.

It’s a nice shelter from the real world, outside the walls of the university, where you get to witness the essence of human experience in its worst forms.

But also its best forms, too.

You bid your farewell to the night shift guard, who scans your ID and nods at you in acknowledgment.

If the study hall was quiet, with only the whirring of the air conditioner and the occasional flip of a page, outside is silence incarnate. The university, with its open-air walkways and open courtyards and gardens, is almost soullessly silent, the only sounds echoing being your footsteps.

There are barely any lights, the building all mostly closed, with only street lamps that illuminate the open walkways and fluorescent pin lights to guide through the closed hallways.

Idly, you wonder what there is beyond this. Beyond open books and laptops, lecturing teachers and noisy students, oral quizzes and final exams. It’s hard to imagine what life is like beyond what you know.

But you’ll get there eventually. And soon, all this will be gone. No more cramming late night papers, no more last minute studying for exams, no more frustrating group works where you do all the work.

As much as the work is frustrating and irritating and sometimes makes you want to jump off a building, you know there is only so much of it left before it becomes real.

And so, you make the odd, but sincere decision to savor it.

You cross another hallway, towards the campus gates, and hear the rattling of cans nearby, as well as some aggravated shouting.

“Stupid—fucking—ugh!”

The last word is punctuated by a slam, and you wince in response.

It’s not uncommon to see fellow students in the area, especially at this time, during finals season when everyone is struggling to meet their academic demands.

Turning the corner, you see the source of the noise.

A girl, with long blonde hair, wearing a bomber jacket and waist high jeans, is slamming on a vending machine, as the drink she’s evidently ordered is stuck.

It’s quite the break from the silence of the night. She is a break.

Because even her form, pristine and elegant blonde hair, almost glowing bomber jacket with decals, and the studs on her boots shining from the vending machine light, break the quiet monotony of your vision.

And then she punches the vending machine glass. You can swear you hear it crack, and you let out a squeak.

Then her head swivels in your direction, eyes screaming bloody murder. Her teeth are gritting, nostrils flared, and she’s clenching her fists so hard, you’d think they were bleeding.

Then she notices who it is.

And her whole body relaxes.

“Oh. It’s just you.”

You chance a hesitant wave.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mina.”

Her eyes untense and take in your form lazily, her lips quirk up into that lazy smirk you know her for, and her fists unclench and breathe.

Simultaneously, you unclench and breathe, as the anger she’s so known for is not directed towards you.

“I kinda expected to see you around here.”

Mina is…not someone you thought you would’ve become friends with.

She was your classmate a total of once, and in that one time you became paired for a project. The rest is somewhat history. If you can call last semester history.

The thing is, however, you and Mina are not…what people think of when they say the word friends.

“And what’s that supposed to mean, hm?”

You prod, walking forward towards her, her form illuminated by the glow of the vending machine. Mina shrugs.

“Just figured you’d be here studying somewhere is all.”

Of course, that would be fine, but then she has to continue.

“You’re a nerd, so…”

You sigh. The way Mina has so effortlessly dubbed you as a nerd reminds you of 90s highschool romcom movies and their tropes with nerds and jocks and punks. It is a bit of a cheesy way to refer to you, it is the 21st century after all, but you’ve never minded.

That’s the thing between you and Mina. To all eyes, except yours and hers, she is the stock trope and character of a bully, mirroring your somewhat admittable inclinations towards being a nerd.

But you know the real Mina.

“What’re you tryna get?”

“Hm? Just some Red Bull…cramming a paper.”

You raise an eyebrow. Mina’s never been one to put effort into her grades. It’s kind of what she’s known for, and you learned that firsthand when you were paired with her.

“Really, now?”

You see her eyebrows twinge in annoyance as she turns her attention back to the vending machine.

“What’s it to you?”

Her voice rings of…embarrassment. As it usually does.

“Well, I could have sworn you said you submitted all your papers already.”

And then, the subtle flush of her cheeks, caught in the act. But you play it out a little more.

“Ah, well, if you’re going to work on a paper, might as well leave you to it. I’m done for the day. So, I guess I’ll see you—”

Then her hand latches onto your wrist.

Her face steams of red, her eyes unwilling to look into yours, and her lips twisting into an unwilling frown.

She mumbles.

“I didn’t quite catch that.”

Then, she huffs, clears her throat, and crosses her arms.

“…I was waiting for you, okay? Are you happy?”

You laugh. Yes, you are happy.

No, not a lot of people will believe it if you say that Myoui Mina, batch delinquent and all-around truant, has a crush on you. Which is funny, since Mina does her best to hide that fact.

Not that she’s any good at hiding it.

“…I was…trying to get you some coffee.”

Mina admits, with a hand scratching behind her head sheepishly and her eyes pointedly looking anywhere but you, and your heart soars.

“And why would you do that?”

You tease, because you love to tease. The way Mina’s cheeks bloom red and her stutter comes up and her arms cross and fingers fidget.

It’s all so noisy.

And the way it disrupts the evening still, the studious calm, the college silence, is a blessing that you give your thanks for, everyday Mina is with you.

“…urgh, you’re impossible.”

Mina turns to leave, her cheeks about to burn if they turn any redder.

You laugh, and grasp her wrist, mirroring her earlier actions.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. You just make it so easy.”

Mina grumbles, as she is wont to do, and she scratches the back of her head again.

“Did you finish your work?”

You did, and nod to affirm that fact.

This was probably one of the hardest semesters you’ve ever had, and to have finally finished the last requirement fills you with a certain bliss you can’t even begin to describe.

“…I’m proud of you.”

And there it is. As she speaks, you see it bloom.

That cacophonous, reverberating, turbulent smile.

The smile that rings through your ears, disrupting any semblance of silence that maintains you throughout your days in school. It rings and echoes, yells and hollers, sings and screams, until you cannot hear anything else.

And you love it.

“…thanks, Minari.”

Then, her cheeks color pink like the rosiest sunset of the year, and you are smitten.

“I mean, it’s you, of all people. ‘Course you were gonna finish the sem.”

Even though she turns her face away, as she does when she speaks of anything positive, you take in her affirmations like water to a thirsty soul.

Mina, of all people, knows how much you’ve struggled. How you’ve toiled and troubled over every single paper, quiz, and grade. How often you stumbled in seeing your self-worth. How you clawed your way to excellence.

She was there for it all, after all.

At your side when you studied to body double. Offering you snacks and drinks to keep you hydrated and full. Reminding you to take breaks.

Every time you felt the silence would overtake you, Mina was there, in all her thunderous presence, there to shake you back into reality.

And you couldn’t be more thankful.

“If you say any more about me, Miss Myoui, I might think you have a crush on me.”

She scowls, and even her scowls are resplendent and vibrant.

“…is that a bad thing?”

But then, you hear it.

The hesitation. The embarrassment. The shame.

A moment of silence threatening to overcome her noise.

And quickly, you reassure her.

Your hand slips into hers.

“No.”

No, her noise is welcome.

In a universe where the great void of space is nothing but silence immaculate, with nothing to disturb it, Mina’s noise, above all things, is what you cherish.

“I think it’s nice.”

The hesitation goes. And the embarrassment. And the shame.

And suddenly, your Mina is back again, turning her face to the ground, eyes locked on your hand in hers, lips trying to stifle the smile that comes to her lips.

“…okay.”

Yes, this is okay.

“You wanna grab a bite to eat?”

Mina looks up. She looks at you.

Her eyes soften. Her lips curl. Her cheeks bloom.

And your world explodes into sound.

“Yeah.”

Nights are quiet. They usually are, in the university. It’s something you’ve learned to live with.

“Y’know, you can enter the library. You don’t have to be a weirdo and creep around the entrance, waiting for me.”

“…that’d ruin my reputation.”

“Alright, weirdo.”

“I’m so done with you.”

But when Mina is there, you find that you prefer the noise a little more.

[stickerskingdom]

forest plants decoration tape

[hometoursandotherstuff]

It’s time to revisit photographer turned novelty chandelier maker, Adam Wallacavage’s Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 1890 brownstone, b/c it celebrates spooky season all year.

Before he purchased his home, he lived in a tiny apartment across the street from famed stained glass artist Judith Schaechter. Her house was his original inspiration.

From there, he graduated to making sculptural lighting, then showing at the Jonathan LeVine gallery in NYC and all over the world.

Unlike Judith’s house, Adam’s was missing all the ornamental elements as it was modernized in the 1940s.  It was dirt cheap, so he didn’t have a place worth restoring but a place worth customizing.

He tore down walls and rebuilt the layout similar to the original design, making molds and casting plaster and turning the place into a Victorian style freak show.

After visiting the Royal Pavilion in Brighton, United Kingdom just a few months after closing on the house, he found his path to what he wanted his interior to be based on.

He describes his style as a mixture of the beach towns Wildwood, New Jersey and Cape May, New Jersey.  Wildwood is known for kitschy ’50s neon and mid-century modern motels. Cape May is known for its gingerbread Victorians.

He’s proudest of the first room he did, which was inspired by Jules Verne’s “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.” It’s the room that he made the first octopus chandelier for.

Chandeliers are how he makes his living now.

He was broke when got the place, but was able to do things like bling it out in ornamental plasterwork with help from a friend who has a plaster studio and let him borrow from her extensive rubber mold collection. 

There’s a perfect long decal for fridge.

Adam says that a backpack vacuum cleaner is the best thing he ever bought to dust the house.

Adam’s advice: Don’t be afraid of messing stuff up. It can always be redone.

And don’t be afraid of what people are going to think. Do it for yourself first and not for trying to impress others.

Being pretentious works in what you do as well as what you don’t do that’s not yourself or true to your vision.

It’s okay to emulate others but always give credit to those who inspired you and try to put a spin on it.

Adam says that his home is basically a show room for his chandeliers. His studio is on the third floor as well.

His biggest indulgence is the second floor greenhouse and backyard.

It’s not finished or really started on yet, but the room under the greenhouse is going to be the seashell grotto room.

Adam’s fabulous Victorian fish tank and goldfish.

Adam’s absolute best home secret is to let your freak flag fly.

If you are remodeling, Adam says to mess with what you are getting rid of, for practice.

What a beautiful back garden.

https://www.apartmenttherapy.com/adam-wallacavages-south-philadelphia-home-37137656

[themetalvirus]

egghog redemption outfits

EDIT I FORGOT TO GIVE SHADOW HIS INHIBITOR RINGS BUT THEYRE THE SA2 ONES IN THE SAME PLACEMENTS

design notes:

silver

he's wearing gardening gloves and boots, the cyan decals do not glow as they are just part of the rubber and not charged with chaos energy

his skirt is holographic and was "lent to" him by amy (she'll never get it back)

he wove the poncho with knuckles on a loom they built together using techniques knuckles taught him

shadow

the t shirt is literally whatever shitty band t shirt you want it to be, "BAND" is just a placeholder. just imagine any band t shirt on the hot topic band tee wall after 200 washes

he thinks the fingerless gloves are soooo cool and he is wrong

he thinks the demonias are sooooo cool and he is right

the gym shorts are the cheapest shittiest ones at dick's sporting goods

yes he is shorter than silver and the boots get him a bit taller than silver (and sonic) on purpose

both of them are wearing looser clothing and showing more skin to represent how they've come out of the tight control of their dad and relaxed into their own independent selves. but they still wear clothes because they were raised with human values of modesty. that also represents them carrying their pasts with them forever but taking that in stride and moving on to recreate themselves even with that foundation

[moonbiscuitsims]

SDV Calico Desert Part 2: Sandy's apartment, Oasis store, swimming pool

This is not a build download, sorry My CC used in this build: 🌵🥥🌴Calico Desert Simdew Valley Addon🌴🥥🌵 🍄👩🏿‍🌾🐷🐴🐄🧙🏿‍♂️🌻🌽Simdew Valley Pixel Art Decal/Walls/Floors set 🌴🌵🥥You can watch this build (slow building) here and here on my Twitch (I did the beginning and the end details off stream) 🌴🌵🥥Part 1 Pics (Desert exterior) 🌴🌵🥥Part 3 pics (Mr Qi's apartment + Casino) 🌴🌵🥥Part 4 pics (desert traders home and garden)

🌴🌵🥥Stardew Valley Posts 🌴🌵🥥Calico desert npc characters sims 🌴🌵🥥SDV Lots layout plan for TS4

[hamsterbellbelle]

Additional CC list for Under Construction🎦:

3D printer || Ads flyers || Animated steam || Antenna || Bag/briefcase/thrown shirt || Bag/pictures/clothes || Bath clutter || Beer bottle || Blow dryer/medicine cabinet/toilet clutter || Boarded planks || Books || Boxes || Boxes || Bucket with dipper || Calendar || Car jack || Car seat || Ceiling chain || Cereal box || Cereal boxes/dishes || Clock/mug || Clothes rack || Conduit || Cooking pots || Counters/cabinet || Cups stand || Dining table/fence || Drink crate || Dumbbell || Empty drink crate || Fire extinguisher || Flashlight/mp3 player/First aid kit/book || Floor clothes/cardboard posters || Floor dirt || Floor mess || Floor || Folding chair || Fridge || Game console || Gardening table/water faucet/wheelbarrow || Graffiti/power shell/air con || Graffiti || Graffiti || Hamper || Headphone || Hose/gloves/pot pile || Intercom/wall hat/shoes || Janitor sign || Lamp || Mailbox || Metal scrap pile || Newspaper || Pallet/cigarette ends || Paper roll || Phone (deco) || Pillows || Plants/mug ||

Plants - A - B - C || Plastic chair || Power box || Puddle (deco) || Radio || Roof || Shelf || Shelf || Shower caddy - A - B || Shower stool || Sink - Kitchen - Toilet || Snack bag/dirty dishes || Sofa || Step ladder || Stickers || Straw || Toilet stall || Toothbrush mug || Toothpaste || Towel/shower || Towel - A - B - C || Trash bag pile || Trash || Tray clutter || Used tissue ||

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Animated text scroll || Astray with smoke || Boxes || Chair with clothes || Container support || Cyberpunk divider || Cyberpunk posters || Cyberpunk wall decal || Door || Mattress || Metal panel || Suitcase laptop ||

[3xm-draconic]

Palace of Night

Summary: Fixing Cazador’s old manor to be less of a horror-show is more of a task than expected…it’s even worse when the previous homeowner shows back up.

“Ok Wyll & Karlach have the kitchen, Gale & Shadowheart have the library, Lae’zel and Halsin are tackling the dungeons, Roger and allegra called dibs on the wine cellar and Jaheira is cleaning the bedrooms” Cyris listed off of sections of the manor everyone had taken “which leaves the garden and the ballroom”, “we should all tackle the garden later, there's a mausoleum of ghouls there that I’d rather not disturb right now” Astarion groaned “repainting and wallpapering the ballroom sounds more relaxing”.

Cyris helped Astarion bring in the buckets of red, black, lavender and pink paint as well as the similar pallet wallpaper. Cazador liked black and red too but his color of red was more scarlet than sanguine-crimson, a bright eye-hurting red that drove Cyris crazy looking at it, he was glad to be painting over it with a nice soothing strawberry pink.

The original black wallpaper had little decaled motifs of…people being torchered…that definitely had to go, instead the black wallpaper that replaced it had a night sky motif, with hundreds of little shimmering stars and moons and little bats.

The painted frescoes of blood and murder on the ballroom walls were being painted over by Astarion, he had an eye for fancy art, he had taken up painting as a hobby in his past life before Cazador…that much he remembered. He never painted much after his transformation…until now…

Now…he could really unleash his inner artist again.    

He decided that sun-light fields of lavender, bleeding hearts, strawberries and plum trees would be a much better fit.

“Those trees…plums?” Cyris curiously turned to him as he now put up the pink wallpaper, “you love strawberries, I love plums” Astarion hummed, “hmm…any specific type, sugarfangs?” Cyris pondered, “haha…now that you mention it I absolutely craved burgundy sugarplums, the deeper the red the teastier”.

Cyris grinned “Then tonight I’am making sugarplum crumble for you darlin~”, Astarion chuckled “I’d quite enjoy that.”

There was a loud bang and a crash.

Astarion and Cyris rushed into the kitchen to find it an absolute mess…

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEND?” Astarion screamed, “I don’t know shit just started attacking us!” Karlach yelled as a pot zipped past her head.

“I think it might be a poltergeist!” Wyll screeched as forks chased after him, Cyris used his abilities as a cleric of twilight to reveal the ghost, nothing escapes his vigilant eyes…

It took…the whole team of 4 people…to kill the ghost…of a FUCKING rat.

A rat…that was the poltergeist…an undead rat…

Astarion and Cyris had gone back to painting and fixing up the wallpaper while laughing up a storm about it all, Karlach was helping tend to all of Wyll’s little scratches and cuts as they too had a good laugh about the fight with a rat.

Eventually everybody took a break and Cyris stopped to cook them lunch, the kitchen was now usable enough to make a dish he learned how to make at the gambling den, it was a sort of bread dish with sauce, cheese and various toppings on top. Cyris made different ones for everybody…

Wyll, Karlach, Jaheira and Allegra all had one with various toppings of meat.

Lae’zel and Roger shared one with anchovies.

Gale, Shadowheart and Halsin had just plain cheese.

And Astarion and Cyris had sausage, blood mixed in the sauce, olives and mushrooms.

To go with lunch Jaheira made them all big pictures of sugary lemon water, it was a nice combo after a hard day of work clearing out leftover traps and cleaning.

“I am NOT looking forward to killing those ghouls…” Shadowheart groaned, “Eh I wouldn’t mind smashing some ghouly face in!” Karlach grinned, “some of us should go back to Monty’s and get our stuff so we can start moving in” Lae’zel added as she bit into her slice of bread.

“Karlach, Halsin, Jaja and Allegra will clear out the ghouls” Astarion said, “Zel you and Shads go back to Monty’s and grab our stuff. Gale, Wyll, Roger and Cyris will pick up the rest of the stuff we need to fix this place up. I’ll stay here and clean up lunch”.

 Everybody paired up and left for their tasks, “you ok by yourself?” Cyris held Astarion’s hand, “oh darling, what could go wrong?”

A lot…

Astarion was peacefully picking out new curtains when he felt a chill crawl down his spine like a skittering spider, he tried to ignore it “it’s just the old house being creepy, once every last bit of HIM is gone then it will go away” he reminded himself “now should I go with the cream curtains or the ivory?...”

“What. in. the. HELLS have you done to MY HOUSE!?” a slithering, nasally voice hissed, Astarion whirled around…HE stood there.

Cazador.

He had returned…the bastard had indeed gotten enough courage to come back.

“Lavender?...PINK!...and..and you are scribbling on the walls!” Cazador shook his head “tisk, tisk, Child you WILL BE punished for this…SEVERELY” he snarled, Astarion growled and readied his crossbow and daggers “you don’t scare me anymore”.

The fight took place all over the ballroom, they clashed like twisting serpents, leaping from the floor to the walls to even the ceiling!

Vampires could cling to any surface like glue, their battle was not restricted to one terrain. 

“I DON'T UNDERSTAND!” Cazador huffed as Astarion dodged his sword swipes “HOW?! How are you able to do this!?”, “like I said before, cazzy, I am more than a spawn!” Astarion screamed as he hurled Cazador into a wall with his Strigoi strength.

Cazador whistled and suddenly armed guards in strange armor crashed through the windows, aiming crossbows at Astarion.

Astarion instinctively misted away and turned into a little white bat, camouflaging himself in the fallen white curtains.

“These men…they are from Gortash’s personal militia” Astarion realized, he had to deal with them before he could stop Cazador, once and for all.

Astarion observed them…they were all in light armor “good this will be reasonably easy”, He cast the spell “Darkness”.

One by one he baited them in, poofing in and out of bat form, he had never drained a person to death before let alone 12 people…

Gods he was full…

Cazador…looked almost…frightened.  

“What in the hells are you?...”, “hungry…that's what…” Astarion maliciously grinned.

Astarion had read in Gale’s strigoi book that the whole “vampire lord/master must WILLINGLY give their blood to their spawn inorder to free them” was complete bullshit. No, Astarion could just TAKE it, TAKE his place as a vampire lord.

Astarion misted behind Cazador and pinned him to the floor, he sank his fangs in…

Astarion drank…and drank…and drank…

He could feel his already distended stomach grow heavier, 12 people…er well 13 now each containing at least 1 to 2 gallons of blood…

The average person’s stomach could only hold about 4 liters…

But Astarion was not the average person…nor a normal vampire…

Turns out strigoi had stomachs like mosquitoes…

Cazador screamed the whole time, going on and on about how Astarion could not do this…well he was…and the bastard was powerless to stop him.

He finally whent quiet and limp…

When he was dry Astarion threw him aside like the trash he was…

He didn’t even taste that good.

“Gods…” Astarion groaned and placed a hand to his gut “this…this was a bad idea.”  

He collapsed to the floor, he was just so full and so tired…

Cyris and the guys decided to come back to the house early, while picking up the rest of the decorations Cyris had bought something for Astarion he knew he would like, a burgundy sugarplum sapling.

He bought it so that when it grew up and started fruiting they could have fresh home-grown plums right out of their own garden.

“Sugarfangs~” he called out “I’am home little darlin~” there was no reply…and the stench of fresh blood was…potent.

“Shit!” Cyris dropped the sapling on the dining room table and rushed into the ballroom…

“Oh my…” Gale gasped, Wyll and Roger gawked at the sight before them as Cyris stood in utter shock.

12 dead mercenaries of Gortash’s insignia, Cazador’s desiccated drained corpse…and Astarion…curled up on his side with a very full stomach.

“I knew something happened” Cyris grumbled.

 “Oof…uhg…ow” Astarion groaned as he got up, Cyris helped him “so tell me what exactly happened?”, “I (hic) was attacked…but (hic)...I managed to keep myself safe” Astarion hiccuped, “next time someone is staying behind, this was too close” Cyris grumbled.

 That night as Astarion fussed and worried about his figure, Cyris took a closer look at the merc’s bodies, their boots having a familiar scent to them…

“The sewers…ew…the fuck is it with shady criminal underbellies and the sewers?...”

“Uhg darling this is really bad!” Astarion whined “look at me!” he flopped onto their bed, his belly had gone down somewhat but a small mound of pale flesh still remind, “oh stop it’ll be gone by morning” Cyris assured him and gave the vampire a loving kiss, “humf…I hope so” he grumbled.

“We’ll have to make another trip to the sewers” Cyris sighed, “ugh why!?”, “the merc’s wreak of it, I think Cazador may have had another base down working with Gorty there and if he did…”, Astarion’s face saddened “then there might be more spawn he’s torchered and kept prisoner”.

���Looks like we’re on a rescue mission, sugarfangs” Cyris turned to him “and it looks like Bloodcrystal Veil is going to get some more residents”.