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[t-sizzler]

Base Game Loc Hairstyle Add-on CC

Hi Simmers!

I’m thrilled to share my latest custom content with you all – additional colors for the fabulous new locs hairstyle! Inspired by the amazing collaboration between Maxis, Dark & Lovely, and Ebonix, I’ve expanded the base game color palette to give you even more options to express your Sims’ unique styles. Plus, these colors are in the makeup category, allowing for even more customization thanks to the sliders!

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What’s Included:

8 new color combinations for the locs hairstyle

Available in the makeup category for added customization

Use sliders to perfect the hue, brightness, and saturation

Compatible with the "regular" locs hairstyle without ombre effect

Where to find it:

  Featured in the "Eyeliner" category of Create A Sim

DOWNLOAD: [Patreon] 

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Scoot over

frat boys x reader x Ruhn Danaan

a/n first time writing for cc don’t come at my neck.

summary: you had a long and shit day and come home to your friends ready to take care of you. One in particular.

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You parked your car by the house entrance. Noting the two cars already parked there. Light was streaming through the downstairs windows. A sense of ease instantly washed over you. The day had been long, and you would be lying if you tried to deny that you hadn’t been looking forward to seeing your stupid roommates. Yet you stalled for a moment. Giving yourself an extra minute for composure, you breathed out a deep sigh before stepping into the cold night.

The bickering caught you by the entrance. And even if you couldn’t see it, you could tell that it had to be serious. The view you were greeted with was far from what you imagined, however. Here they stood. Declan was nose-deep in his phone, ordering Flynn around as the male tried to stir whatever that was sizzling in the pan. Even if this felt more like an unsupervised toddler discovering cooking.

“What are you two doing?”, you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. A string of curses rang through the room. The two must have been seriously invested if they didn’t hear you come in. “Urd spare me," Dec sighed, placing a hand on his chest. “Fucking hell, I could have burned myself, woman," Flynn grunted, reaching for the spoon that had found its resting place in the sink. "Sorry, sorry, I thought you were solving world hunger, with all that noise and not trying to tame a house fire," you said, finding it endearing that the two even tried to make food when it had been your responsibility for a hot minute.

“You look like shit," Flynn pointed out bluntly, and Dec was quick to wack him on the back of his head. "Geez, thanks; you do know how to flatter a lady," you sighed, lifting your bags onto the kitchen island. “He’s been single for ten years; don’t expect him to still know what a lady is," Dec chirped, rounding the table to walk closer to you. “Fuck off, you have been single for way longer, dude," Flynn grumbled back, making you let out a slight chuckle.

But it was Declan’s amber eyes that pierced through you now. “No, seriously, what’s up?” A guy might be head first in his technology, but nothing ever slipped past him when it came to his friends. But it didn’t hurt to try, right? So you plastered on the best fake smile you could. “Nothing, nothing; you need help with that?” You pointed to the stove. Earning a loud no from Flynn. “First of all, rude. We can handle a pan. Second of all, you do know that we see through your bullshit?” You simply nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. Dec had become somewhat of a brother to you over the years together. There had always been something special about him. Something that screamed home.

“Do we need to call Ruhn?”, he asked softly, already reaching for his phone, but you stopped him with a shake of your head, “Will you vouch for our balls because I don’t want them on a Christmas tree?” His words managed to get a slight chuckle out of you, but you knew that it didn’t reach your eyes.

“Leave your shit here," Dec said, yanking the bags with food over the table. “Yeah, go upstairs and take a bath or something," Flynn chirped in. You knew that even with his back turned to you, he could sense the shift in you. “A support hug before you go?” Dec extended his arms out to you, and you instantly felt the same burning sensation rising. So you shook your head no, quickly wiping a couple of the tears away as you muttered, “I might start sobbing if you get close.”

Ruhn had been in a piss-poor mood all day. There wasn’t a single thing that hadn’t made him annoyed. His father, of course, graced him with a cherry on top as he sent Ruhn to the other side of the town to finish some of his dirty work. Yet all he wanted now was to smoke himself into the oblivious. Lay down, and not move for days. A sharp pain shot through his eyes as the sound of his phone ringing filled his car.

“What?”, he grumbled the moment he picked up. He was hoping the two hadn’t gotten into any trouble because he would probably leave them to their own devices just because he was in a piss-poor mood. “Y/n got home," Flynn’s voice was barely audible through the sizzling. "Great!", Ruhn grunted, but he already knew it. Had seen the notification of your car passing through the gates. “And she’s not feeling well." That was enough to make all the racing thoughts halt for a moment. “What do you mean?”, Ruhn asked, already starting his car. That last meeting could get fucked, for all he cared.

There was some grumbling on the other line until a much-smothered voice filled Rhun’s ears. “I think something really upsets her, or she’s just in one of her sad moods," Dec muttered, “She nearly cried, and she doesn’t cry." That same tightness clenched Rhun’s chest. Why today, when he was by the outskirts? When he couldn’t get to you fast enough. “I’ll be back as soon as I can," he tried to say, sounding unfazed. As if this only concerned him because you were roommates. But if he had managed to slip past Flynn’s radar, Dec had been on him for years. "Dec," Ruhn called out right before hanging up. "Yeah," his friend muttered. “You look out for her till I get back," Ruhn’s voice was barely a whisper, as if, by saying it any louder, he would chase it away. As if someone would wish bad will on it. “You got it, prince," Even if he couldn’t see it, Ruhn was convinced that Dec had the stupidest grin on his face. “Fuck you," he added before hanging up.

You didn’t bother to go downstairs. The bed was practically calling to you. Dec and Flynn found you between the sheets. And to your luck, neither one commented on the fact that it was Ruhn’s bed that you were lying in and not your own. After forcefully feeding you their noodle concoction, that wasn’t half as bad for the first attempt. The two had taken a guard dog position on either side of Ruhn’s bed. Talking about the most random stuff and, even without your noticing, chasing away all the bad thoughts one by one.

“So then I told him to fuck himself sideways," Flynn was on his fourth story for the night. Debriefing the last meeting he had. “I bet he loved that," Dec snorted, his hand absentmindedly moving up and down your ankle. “The old fuck just went on a rant about how that would be impossible to perform," Flynn huffed with a laugh.

And then, as if on cue, the energy in the room shifted. Growing heavy before it faded away. The sound of the rushed footsteps was hard to miss. You had barely managed to turn your head towards the it when the door to the bedroom swung open. “Out you two," the voice filled your senses even before Ruhn’s frame came into view. The two males snorted. "Okay, daddy issues; don’t yell," Flynn muttered, earning a middle finger in return. Dec gave your leg a couple of taps. “You finish that," he said, pointing to the bowl that still had some pasta left. “Will do," you muttered, giving him a slight smile.

As soon as the door was closed, Ruhn’s eyes met yours. "Hey," he breathed; he was breathing way heavier than usual. So he had either ran or been worrying ever since the two snitches told him about you. "Hi," you muttered in return. Watching him quickly undo his shirt before he yanked it over his head.

“Oh wow," you said, “you’re undressing quickly today." Ruhn let out a snort as he reached for his belt. His hands didn’t even tremble as he undressed. “You never complained about my speed before," he shrugged with a smirk. Reaching for his discarded clothes before throwing them across the room.

“Scoot over," he said, gently nudging your shoulder. “Get in from the other side," you grumbled. You had already warmed his side of the bed. “Scoot your cute ass over," he said, more like an order, and you knew him too well to not obey. It didn’t matter where or in what shape you two were. He was always sleeping on the side closer to the door. Even in his drunken or high state, if you two ended up in the same bed, this thing of his never faltered.

“My shirt?”, he chuckled as he moved closer to you. The territorial male inside him was clapping hands from joy at the sight of it. The warmth of him already making your body shiver in anticipation. His scent wrapped you in a cloud of happiness, followed by his strong arms that snaked around your middle. Fingers reaching just slightly beneath the material to meet your naked skin.

“I just wanted to feel you; it’s stupid," you breathed out as he nuzzled closer to you. Leaving a tender kiss on your shoulder blade here and there. “You should have called me," Ruhn said firmly. “You’ve been busy," you said quietly, turning just a bit so you could see his purple eyes. “Never too busy for you," he said. He didn’t miss a beat with his words, and you knew that they came straight from the depths of his heart. If there was one thing that he was great at, it was looking over the people he cared for.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, he asked after a moment of silence. "No," you said. “But do I need to kill somebody because...", Ruhn pushed slightly. “I'm sure those two downstairs are waiting for that too, so get in line," you breathed, reaching out to brush your fingers over his tattoo. Let your brain get lost in him. The warmth of him. The beat of his heart. The breathing. You didn’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks, just the way Ruhn’s arms tightened around your middle, bringing you even closer to him.

“It’s okay, let it out," he muttered against your ear. “I’ve got you gorgeous," his lips brushed against the side of your face. “It’s just a bad day," you hiccuped silently. “We all have those, baby," he said tenderly, his fingers moving to brush through your hair, massaging your scalp softly. Slowly dragging you into the tired, slumbery space. Your hold on him had loosened before you flinched slightly, wrapping your arms around him once more. “Will you stay with me?”, you turned back at him once more, your heavy eyelids drooping. A warm smile spread on Ruhn’s face, “I won’t move an inch, baby”, he muttered, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

[waitmyturtles]

Couple of dorama notes to help me keep track of things, woop!

1) THE NEW EMPLOYEE NEW EPISODE, EEP!: I’m not going to peep the tag until after I watch it tonight. Now that I binged the manhwa, I think I know the direction of this episode, but I’m still looking forward to the NYS flashbacks and seeing how Jong Chan handles it.

2) The Makanai: Cooking For the Maiko House: A couple of IRL friends recommended this to me because they know I love shows about food -- I started it yesterday and I’m in full binge mode. It’s directed by the legendary Koreeda Hiroyuki, who directed After Life in the late 1990s and who now has the film Broker out (which is making its way around the awards circuit).

I hadn’t heard of this manga (Kiyo in Kyoto) before, but I understand it to be quite popular -- I even think NHK aired an anime of it. I want to take some time, if I can find it, to research the background and popularity of the manga, because I think the drama is a bit darker than it’s set up to be on the surface. Quickly: two 16-year-old girls leave Aomori Prefecture to apprentice as maiko, or junior geishas, in Kyoto. One of the teens is a natural at her training; the other teen (Kiyo) is expelled from the school and becomes the cook for the okiya (lodging house) (wild wild wild).

I admittedly know next to nothing about maiko/geisha culture, but it struck me as surprising that young teenagers can still leave school to apprentice and live in an okiya. (EDITING TO ADD: Phew, okay, this part is fictional, according to this interview.) I think there are a few stories being told underneath the surface (but I’m only on episode three) -- rivalries between friends and students, unrequited loves, and this undercurrent about young girls doing labor for the lodging house and for clients, including teenage maiko accompanying clients to bars.

I’m kind of in a whirlwind headspace to understand it all. BUT: THE CINEMATOGRAPHY IS SPECTACULAR, and there are some great names acting in it, including Lily Frankie (I love this guy’s name so much), Morisaki Win (a darling from Three Star Bar in Nishi Ogikubo), and Makita Aju, who is simply killing it as an antagonist against maiko culture (and who also played an amazing foil as Micchan in Okaeri Mone). Also, Hashimoto Ai and Matsuoka Mayu going head to head -- their competition is totally sizzling.

I’ll have a bigger review of this, but it looks like this dorama is extremely popular in Japan, so I’m glad I’m catching up with it in real time. 

3) Besides my real-time BLs (The New Employee, Ameiro Paradox), I’m going to start on Bad Buddy later this week as part of my essential BL series, once I’m done with The Makanai. 

4) But ALSO: I found a three-part NHK miniseries called Ototo no Otto (My Brother’s Husband), from 2018 -- and I’m seriously excited for it, because I am a huge stan for NHK’s boundary-pushing work on discrimination. The show is about a Canadian man who comes to Japan after his same-sex Japanese partner passes away. The “widower” meets his late partner’s twin brother and the twin brother’s kids, all to learn more about his late partner’s life in Japan.

The show looks like it focuses on current issues regarding LGBTQ+ discrimination, including the homophobia that the late partner’s brother himself has -- which may have led to estrangement between the twins.

There’s only a few posts about this show on Tumblr, but the posts say the show was seriously good. I’m so glad I found it, and I think I’ll need to watch it before diving into Bad Buddy.

And after Bad Buddy: Dark Blue Kiss, to prepare for the eventual GMMTV adaptation of Cherry Magic, which damn it -- I still can’t shake. 

5) FINALLY: Um, we may be getting new The Novelist/The Pornographer material?! (cc @gillianthecat). According to Twitter, there will be an announcement about something related to the franchise on 1/24. Let’s see -- the very last short film hasn’t been translated or released internationally, so maybe that’s the update? Give us SOMETHING, FUJI TV. 

YAY, updates! I honestly love writing these posts when life gets crazy, because it helps me set my priorities!

[deathsbestgirl]

Saw your tags-- I agree on the sexual content everywhere point! :DDDD It's hard for me to find a show that doesn't have too much in it, too! I'm not against CC's restraint and the will-they-won't-they way he handled his series-- in fact, I prefer it. But when Mulder and Scully were obviously together, the game became overplayed.

I maintain CC always wanted MSR to be romantic, because he was considering replacing Scully w/ Pheobe's actress because he thought there was more natural chemistry between her and DD that led to romantic tension. It was Spotnitz and Morgan/Wong that convinced him out of it with Beyond the Sea. Further back than that, CC and Spotnitz were both starstruck with the sizzling chemistry that GA and DD had, referencing it often when CC was in his "these characters are in looooooove and were meant to beeeeee" phase. Spotnitz has still stuck to this story, so I believe that was the intent all along (CC changes depending on what he wants to market for his product.)

that makes perfect sense to me!!! i honestly know nothing about the writers and i'm going off of the few things cc has said, so i haven't found him as contradictory lol BUT when i was watching another show & paying attention to everything they said, it was *always* contradictory. so i think it makes sense he might vacillate at certain points, either not to give anything away or the network had something to say or whatever

[colehasapen]

(ONE SHOT) aikiyc STAR WARS

Rex lost everything when Order 66 went live. He lost his sense of self, his purpose, his men - he lost brothers, and sisters, and siblings. He killed them himself, put them down to protect Ahsoka, and then he lost Ahsoka too as soon as the ashes settled and the dead were buried. She said it was because they were too identifiable to travel together, that they’d catch the wrong sort of attention, but Rex suspects it was a different reason that had her walking away again.

She couldn’t look at him, not after what his brothers did. She couldn’t look at him without being reminded of it all, of what she lost, and Rex couldn’t blame her. He wouldn’t hold it against her for leaving, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to see her go.

Over the following months, he had managed to establish contact with Echo and the Bad Batch, and working with them had managed to chase away the aching loneliness that had settled into his bones. No clone took well to being alone - they were supposed to be constantly surrounded by others, they were decanted together, they died together, and the survivors kept marching together. Having someone around made him feel like he was fighting for something again after being aimless and alone. They do what they can to hinder the Empire; they raid supply lines, blow up depots, and break into so many buildings that Rex actually starts to lose count, stealing away with anything that hadn’t been bolted down.

The Empire thinks they’re pirates, and they do nothing to hinder this belief.

It’s not long into their self-imposed mission to be as much of a pain to the newly formed Empire as possible when they find Gregor and Wolffe on separate planets, bothing having made it out of the fall of the Republic and the murder of the Jedi with only partially-active chips. They go under for the surgery and come out with most of their minds intact, heavy with grief and a desperate desire for revenge.

Having Wolffe near - a broken, quiet shadow of the fierce Commander he had been, but still Rex’s older brother - makes him miss his brothers even more. It brings back the fear that he had tried so hard to bury, wishing that he knew what had happened to Cody after the Republic burned. He knows that Cody was on Utapau when the Order went live, but he has no idea what had happened to his ori’vod after the fact. By the time he had made it to Utapau, back before he had met up with the Bad Batch, Ghost Company had already moved on, and Rex hadn’t stuck around for long to try to investigate. Neither Wolffe, a fellow Commander, or Gregor, a former member of the 212th, knew what had happened to Cody, and the lack of knowledge had begun to grate on them all - not even the combined slicing abilities of Echo and Tech could break through the newly upgraded and ever-changing firewalls the Empire employed to find Cody’s position.

They have no leads. None, that is, until they find a familiar clone balancing on the brink of death, abandoned with a sizzling lightsaber wound in his gut to die slowly and alone, a curse no clone would ever want. Wolffe had held his brother as he struggled for breath, begging Fox to pull through.

He doesn’t, but enough of Fox managed to shine through the haze of the chip to give them the authorization codes they need to get into the Empire’s systems. It took them longer than any of them wanted to admit to convince Wolffe to let go of his batchmate’s body to let them burn him, and Rex hadn’t been able to look anyone in the eye as Wrecker had carefully lowered the former Commander onto the unlit pyre. As the fire blazed, he felt numb. He hadn’t been close to Fox since Kamino, back when Cody would smuggle him into his batch’s bunks and hide him in his pod. Even then, he and Fox hadn’t been what others would consider friends, and after Fives - well, their relationship had been well and truly broken, and Rex is less than proud of his inability to feel saddened by Fox’s death beyond his sympathy for Wolffe’s agony.

It’s never easy to lose a brother, especially when they slip away in your arms, and Rex hates how often it had to happen.

Fox’s codes had helped immensely, and Rex passed what he could onto Ahsoka for her to disperse among her contacts. They continue combing through the Empire’s systems, picking apart what they can, and that’s when they find the internal bounty; Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had survived Order 66. It’s not very promising for Cody’s continued well-being.

Rex couldn’t imagine General Kenobi being able to kill Cody, not knowing what he did about his brother and his relationship with the General, but he can’t guarantee that Kenobi wouldn’t fight back like Ahsoka had when the clones turned on him. He didn’t want to think of General Kenobi cutting Cody down when his Commander turned his blaster on him, never knowing why his partner - in more ways than one - would turn on him when they were so close to the end of the War. So close to the chance to build the future the two of them so desperately wanted together. His dreams are haunted by the image of Cody on the ground, a lightsaber wound through his chest, or his brother being Force thrown into a raging inferno to burn alive. The sounds of screaming makes his head hurt even when he’s awake.

Not knowing makes it all worse.

It’s Echo who finds the security footage; it’s grainy and soundless, and someone had made an attempt to delete it, but it’s easy for Rex to see the scar curling around the temple of the clone in officer grays. He’s standing at the base of the Emperor’s throne, with a hulking figure in all black standing a few steps away. It’s Cody - Rex nearly screams when lighting leaps from Sidious’ fingers to strike his brother in the chest and throw him back. Wolffe snarls like a wounded beast, the others going still and quiet in a way that shows their readiness to throw themselves through the footage to protect their Commander. They’ve all seen too many men killed by weaponized electrical currents to not feel the choking fear that they’re witnessing Cody’s death months after it had happened. When Cody goes down, Rex feels his heart rate spike until the grainy footage shows his brother stirring and pushing himself to his feet to stumble to Sidious’ enforcer’s side.

He's still alive, and with the information they have on them now, they find proof that TK-2224, formerly CC-2224, had been demoted and reassigned to some unimportant moon outpost. While the disrespect aimed towards his brother's skills and talent leaves a sour taste in Rex’s mouth, he's overwhelmingly relieved that it’ll make rescuing his brother so much easier.

The moon is small, with only small mining colonies scattered across the surface, and scouting reveals that the Imperial garrison is manned by natborns who barely pay the single clone among them a second look. Watching Cody go about his duties leaves Rex with an immediate feeling that something is very wrong with his brother, beyond just the chip in his head. He lurches when he walks, stutters slightly on the rare occasions he talks, and the natborns call him defective. The snatches of conversations they manage to catch between the Imperials tells of an impending decommissioning if Cody continues to spiral. Sometimes they joke about putting the clone down themselves.

They need to get him out of there.

It's disturbingly easy to coax Cody away from the Imperial base and into their trap, especially because the Cody they had known was so much more cautious and would never have walked into such an obvious trap, unless it was while he was chasing after his reckless Jedi. The Cody they knew was a deadly fighter and a sharp tactician, while also being crazy enough to have won the respect of the Bad Batch. He had been one of the best, trained personally by Alpha-17 and had been one of the first ARC Program graduates - hells, a whole new rank had been created just for him because he was just so frighteningly competent. It had only been his status as a clone that had stopped him from being promoted to a general on his own merit.

The Cody serving the Empire - TK-2224 - is clumsy, easily distracted, and easier to take down. All it takes is Wrecker hoisting the white-armoured figure up by the armpits and pinning him against his chest in a parody of a hug. Cody squirms, thrashes, but it almost seems like his limbs aren't properly responding to him, and it makes Rex fear that, like Gregor, the chip in his brother's head had done more damage than he could see.

Rex steps forward, the others following his lead, and Cody goes limp at the sight of the familiar armour and patterns, making an odd choking noise that’s muffled by the blank helmet he wears, stripped of any and all personality. For so long, Rex had been imagining seeing his brother again, but now that he’s in front of him, Rex finds that he doesn't know what to say. Would Cody even recognize him , or would he just be CT-7567 to him, like he had been to Jesse and his men?

Cody gurgles something, twitching in Wrecker’s arms, and the giant of a man makes a quiet noise of worry that's broadcast across their comm channel, all-but hugging Cody to him as the former Commander's head lolls. The sight makes Rex’s heart leap into his throat, and he steps forward, pulling off his helmet and letting it drop to the ground, uncaring of where it would land in comparison to his spasming brother.

“ Rex ?” Cody’s voice is a garbled, pained moan that has Rex picking up his pace, Wolffe hot on his heels. “Wolffe?” He twitches again, head jerking to smack the back of his unpainted helmet against Wrecker’s chest plate, squirming away from Tech and his scanner. He's mumbling something unintelligible under his breath, gasping like he couldn't get enough air in his lungs.

Rex is in front of his brother in a heartbeat, grasping for the seal on Cody’s bucket with shaking hands - he hadn't managed to stop them from shaking since he had found Jesse's dying body on that moon, buried under the rubble and face twisted in a mask of bloodied hatred; the shaking has only gotten worse since then - and he peels the helmet off his brother's head. Cody’s face is waxy and wane, dark bags under his bloodshot eyes and scar standing out an angry red against his flushed, hollow cheeks. His eyes are rolling and darting, pupils two different sizes and dilating wildly, and most alarming of all is the steady drip of blood from his nose.

“ Cody .” He breathes like a prayer, as Wolffe makes a sound so wounded he’s almost afraid someone had gotten stabbed. “Shit vod , what did they do to you?”

Cody wheezes, head drooping towards his chest, and Wolffe reaches out to grasp his batchmate’s face in his hands, nearly desperate to touch. Cody’s lips part, letting out a stuttering breath, and the steady drip of blood turns into a stream. “C-chip.” Cody finally manages to gasp wetly, face screwing up in agony. “C-can’t - no more - follow orders - Good soldiers -” with every word, the twitches shaking his body grow more intense, and Echo makes himself known at Rex’s side, pressing a sedative into his hands, “- Please -” Cody chokes out, eyes meeting Rex’s with a desperate kind of madness to them, “- get it out .” He begs.

Rex doesn't need to be asked twice, burying the hypo in the side of his brother's neck. Cody goes stiff for a second, almost shaking out of his armour, before the tension leaves his limbs in a rush, and Wrecker gently releases Cody’s limp frame into Wolffe’s protective hold. He watches, heart pounding, as Wolffe clings to his batchmate, wiping the blood from Cody’s face with a gentleness he wouldn't offer just anyone. Cody’s eyes flutter as Wolffe speaks to him, gruff voice quiet and soothing, and he seems to just melt into the other Commander’s arms.

Finally, Cody’s eyes drift shut, coaxed into unconsciousness by the drugs in his system and Wolffe’s gentle touches, and something twisted and aching in Rex’s chest relaxes.

Nothing in the Galaxy has been fixed, but it still makes everything feel a little bit better.

[poppy-in-the-woods]

DOPEMAN Part 2 - Chapter 14

Tags: violence, arson, and probably bad English (this text has not been proofread by an English native speaker, so it might contain spelling and grammar errors).

Word Count: 1199

Tag list: @whiteeroseeeeeee​​ @triplexdoublex @rumoured-whispers​

Author’s note: It’s Sunday, so that means another chapter, and we have only two more to go.

On with the show!

While Tar Pit watched as the hacker typed, Chalky cracked his knuckles and the thugs watched over them, Wes and Molly silently explored their connection.

It wasn't exactly like a hive mind, they couldn't read each other's thoughts, but the sensation of feeling each other's heart in their chest had intensified, and Wes no longer felt pain, as if his nervous system was receiving the sensations of hers. Kissing her under the influence of fairy dust had been extremely intense, almost as if they were both covered in a layer of static that sizzled when it came into contact with each other, but in a pleasant way.

Molly could feel all the places Wes' skin was in contact with hers, even if she closed her eyes she could see him as a point of light behind her lids. She knew where every person in the room was without looking, but Wes was the only one she felt like a little sun. She ran a finger across his lips and felt hers tingle, as if he were touching her. Her body was connected to his and vice versa.

“I never want to be away from you,” they whispered at the same time.

Wes thought that if they had sex on fairy dust, they would probably die from the intensity, and she smiled, as if she could sense the direction his thoughts were going.

“Guys, I don't want to spoil your party, but if you're going to do something, it better be soon,” Qweenie whispered.

Hardy finished deciphering the file and Chalky leaned over to look.

“Can you cook it?” Tar Pit asked him.

“No. That's not the correct formula, at least not as it is,” the boy explained.

“What do you mean?”

“That the formula itself is encoded. The letters have been changed, I think to the next one in the alphabet, and probably the numbers too.”

“A very clever dead man,” Tar Pit commented, glancing at the Chemist. “Can you try the possible combinations?” He added, addressing Chalky.

“Yes of course. It will take me a while, but I think I can get the formula right,” he said.

“And when you have it, can you cook it?”

“Well ... that's more difficult. First I have to find the ingredients, the quantity and how to mix them correctly, so it doesn't explode,” the boy explained, “but I'm pretty sure I can do it. It may take me a couple of days to find the right process, but you will have your fairy dust.”

“A couple of days?” Righty repeated. “I thought you were the best cook, prodigy child.”

“And I am, but unless you want me to explode or the potential users to be poisoned, I'm going to have to be careful.”

“Reverse engineering is not easy,” added his sister.

“Would it help if you had a sample?” Wes asked then.

“Sure, but I don't have it.”

“I can get it for you... if Tar Pit lets Qweenie and CC go.”

“You think I'm stupid? We searched you when we captured you, you don't have a sample of the drug,” Tar Pit replied dismissively.

“And I didn't have it,” Wes acknowledged, “but I do now. It came from where all good things come from: from the panties of an archangel.”

“Girl, I'm going to have to ask you to undress to make sure you're not hiding anything else,” Tar Pit said to Molly, with a certain humour in his voice.

“Only if you let Qweenie and CC go,” she said.

“You are not in a position to negotiate.”

“I'll strip without resistance, but only if you let them go. You want both of us, right? Neither Qweenie nor CC are of any value to you, so let them go.”

“You can only save one, I'm afraid,” Tar Pit replied.

“Let CC go,” said Qweenie, “I'm staying.”

“Are you sure?” Asked the man in question.

“Yes.”

“All right. Lefty, escort CC outside,” Tar Pit ordered.

“Okay, I think I already have the correct formula, or at least both possibilities,” Chalky said then.

“Wes, the drug,” Tar Pit said, holding out a hand.

“No, CC comes out first.”

“Okay! Go fuck yourself, CC, before I change my mind.”

“Yes sir!”

Wes waited for his friend to be out to give the drug to Tar Pit, who in turn gave it to Chalky. Tar Pit motioned for Righty to escort the siblings out.

For a couple of seconds, Tar Pit was alone with them in the room, and Molly and Wes chose that moment to act. The man barely had time to draw his gun before she kicked it off him, and he knocked him out with a punch. Qweenie picked up the gun from the ground and shot Lefty between the eyebrows as he entered; the thug fell forward with a thud.

“Stand aside!” She yelled, and shot Tar Pit in the chest almost as Wes and Molly cleared the way.

Righty returned, followed by Chalky and her sister, and was also shot. Qweenie took aim at the teens, and Wes heard CC cock his own pistol from outside. Both Chalky and Hardy raised their hands.

“Hardy, the flash drive,” Wes demanded, holding out a hand in the girl's direction. “And you better give me the fairy dust pill back too.”

“No problem, Wes,” Chalky said.

“Please don't kill us,” Hardy added, handing him the flash drive.

She nudged her brother, who returned the pill somewhat reluctantly.

“Now you are free,” Qweenie said, lowering the pistol. “You better use that freedom well, or I swear we will honour the old man's memory by throwing you into a tar pit.”

“Yeah, and if you tell someone what happened here today, I'll kill you while you sleep,” added CC.

“We won't say anything, I swear,” Chalky said.

“To nobody, ever,” Hardy promised.

“Okay, now get out,” Wes ordered.

Chalky and Hardy got on his bike and ran out of there. Wes made sure they were gone before smashing the pen drive with the butt of Tar Pit's gun, and then retrieved his phone from the man's jacket, and the rest of his things from Lefty's pockets.

“I told you: you are amazing,” he said to Molly as she unlocked the phone.

“Okay, before we go we have to think about what we're going to do,” said Qweenie.

“I say we burn it all up,” CC said. “In one of the warehouses I saw that they have some barrels labelled ‘flammable.’ We could bathe the bodies in gasoline, put in a few cans, and make a gasoline wick. If it burns to the ground, there won't be any evidence left, right?”

“Let's do that,” Wes agreed. “Girls, can you proceed with the gasoline? But be careful, please.”

"I’m always careful," Qweenie and Molly said at the same time.

As he and CC broke open the door of the other warehouse, Wes saw the source of the amber eyes in the window: a black cat prowling around. The cat meowed softly and rubbed against his legs. Almost automatically, he bent down to stroke his head, and the cat purred; he considered it a sign of good luck.

[hopelessimmer]

My decrees for Sims 3 Content Creators (Not really decrees but Custom Content I want to see made)

Unfortunately, I do not have the skills to make Custom Content. But if I did I would be more than happy to make CC for people. There are so many things I want to create. But since I do not have the skills or talent to make quality custom content for people to enjoy. Here are some things I want to see created. 

1. Cars! There are not enough good cars. There are a lot of good cars but it would be nice to see some different ones. I would like to see the following cars created. 1993 Subaru SVX Alcyone, 2006 SAAB 9-2, 1993 Fiat Tempra, 2008 Subaru Tribeca with the pre-facelift wheels, 2006 Buick Rainer CXL, 2008 Buick Enclave, 2012 SAAB 9-4 X, 2012 SAAB 9-5 Sportwagon, 2004 Peugeot 406, 2011 MG 6, 2014 MG 3, 2019 Peugeot 508, 2003 Honda Pilot (top of the line), 1993 Honda Del Sol Si, 2003 Renault Avantime, 2010 Citroen C3,2018 MG ZS, 2011 Infiniti QX, 2005 SAAB 9-5, 2015 Citroen C4, 2020 Toyota MK5 Supra, and 2004  Škoda Octavia Mk1. I would add more but I already have enough here. I downloaded a Mercedes-Benz E Class AMG wagon in hopes of converting it to Sims 3 from San Andreas. It was a mod for San Andreas. I tried to put it in the TSR Workshop. 

2. Worlds! I am currently messing around with Create a World. I’m trying to make a world that is experimental. But can someone make a Montreal/Quebec City/Laval world that is detailed and very French Canadian? I want a Quebecois vibe city. I love Quebec, especially during Autumn. A Swiss world. There are not enough mountain or alpine worlds. A Swiss world would be a lot of fun to play with and make great stories for vacation stories. Maybe even put in an airport with Swiss International Airlines planes. I enjoy playing European worlds especially the Scandinavian ones. Those are my favorites. An Argentine world would be another great world with gauchos, European architecture, tango, and gorgeous landscapes. We already have a few Brazilian worlds so why not an Argentine world with great custom content? The city and country meet each other. A Mexico City world would be full of colorful buildings and art. Not to mention we don’t have any Mexican worlds. A Mexico City world would be great for stories. A Goldcoast world would be amazing. We don’t have any Australian worlds which are a shame. Gold Coast would be a combination of Dubai, Bridgeport, Isla Paradiso, Sunlit Tides, Vice City, and Pounawea worlds in one. 

3. Airplanes! There is not a lot of airplanes as there are cars for Sims 3. Some worlds have airports but it looks so empty without them. it would be cool to see some Airbuses, Boeings, Bombardiers, Embraers, Tupolev's, Sukhois, Ilyushins, Antonovs, and Fokkers. I wouldn’t leave out the Russian and Ukrainian airliners. Maybe throw in a few fictional liveries on the planes. An Aerolineas Argentinas Boeing 777-300 ER in their current livery would look nice. An Aer Lingus Boeing 787-9 in the previous livery. A Swissair Airbus A 340-600 and Boeing 757-200 with winglets would add a nice touch to the Swiss world. 

4. Mods! I don’t have a whole lot for this one. But I want a home school mod and an online school mod. This would give teens and kids the opportunity to sleep in and work based on their own schedule. A tutor mod would also be another good one. A tutor would make it feel somewhat realistic. It would be under services. Who knows the tutor might even be sizzling hot and make for some steamy stories. But they are there to help children and teenagers. Maybe even make a separate one for University as well. Let's also have a summer break mod for children and teens to have some time off from school. Along with a Spring break mod. One for University. In the University one University students can go on a vacation and party. Just like real life. Why didn’t they put breaks in Seasons? I also want a mod that slows time down so Sims can get things done faster without interference. Why not even replace police cars with real-life ones? Along with a Scania fire truck. With the sirens. 

 5. Uniforms! I want to see more realistic uniforms. Police and military uniforms. I want to see British, French, Italian, Australian, Spanish, Norwegian, Swedish, Russian, Dutch, German, Canadian, Japanese, Argentine, Brazilian, and Mexican police uniforms. I also want to see US military uniforms of all five branches. If there hasn’t been any made yet. Because hey the uniforms will add to a steamy story. 

6. Clothing and hair! This one probably shouldn’t be here but I want to see clothing and accessories from Mossimo, Merona, Converse, and Umbro.  I know I wasn’t specific but I miss those brands (With the exception of Umbro.) that Target carried. I want my Sims to wear them. Besides Mossimo is far better than Moschino. Mossimo is cheaper the clothing is better looking. Mossimo doesn’t look tacky and cheap like Moschino. Moschino sucks! I really want my Sims to have the Hogwarts jumpsuits I found on Etsy  I want to see some clean-cut hair cuts for the males. I want to see a high and tight hairstyle. I want to see military hairstyles for stories. There are already a few by default. I have to say I find the bun attractive on a woman in the military.      

7. Content creators do not delete your custom content. Archive it. I have seen so many good custom content items deleted for whatever reason. So many good custom content items and worlds are gone. Or when I go to download them they’re not there. I am willing to start a site for archives. Anything you want to delete send it to me and I will archive your custom content. No custom content, in my opinion, is too terrible. 

Those are my decrees even though they’re not really decrees and things I just want to see in the game. I’m probably going to get a bunch of hate for this. Because this is the internet and no one's opinions are safe from questioning and not everyone is going to agree. 

[omnomwithrob]

I'm still twenty-nine in Guam.

On October 18th, I turned 30! Rob had lofty plans to take me out for a dinner cruise on Lake Michigan…but we couldn’t find a babysitter. So we stayed in but did everything we could to try to make it special. Probably the best decision we made was to forego our usual breathless rush-home-at-6pm-shove-dinner-down-our-throats-throw-the-baby-in-the-bath-and-get-her-to-bed routine. Instead, we fed and played with Rosie when we got home from work and waited until AFTER she fell asleep for the night to make dinner and have a little date. This was a smooth move, Ferguson.

To tide us over, we had the above salads – a riff on the famous CC’S City Broiler “cucumber bowl” salad…without the cucumber bowl. Just spring mix and romaine lettuce, topped with bell peppers and red onions, feta cheese, French fried onions, toasted walnuts, and homemade ranch dressing. It was the salad that made sense, given that the rest of our meal also comes from the CC’s kitchen – super strips!

I worked at an amazing steakhouse while living in Columbia, MO from 2010-2011 called CC’s City Broiler (for our history there in pictures, click here). Rob and I have since eaten at some of the best steakhouses in New York City and Chicago and still haven’t had a steak we like more than the super strip. This makes it special occasion material, and thanks to one of the line cooks, we know how to make them at home.

Rob spared no expense when purchasing the strips – I think they were $30 each from a local butcher shop called The Butcher and Larder. We would have loved to have treated these deeply marbled beauties to a sizzle on a woodfire grill like at CC’s, but we had to make do with a really, really hot cast iron pan.

While the steaks were cooking, we also sautéed some strips of bell pepper in butter, brown sugar, and orange liqueur. Though the original recipe calls for Grand Marnier, we already had Cointreau on hand and didn’t think it would make much of a difference.

When the steaks were finished, we slathered them with a mixture of goat cheese, horseradish, and Dijon mustard. I decided to bust out the blowtorch my parents got me for my birthday last year (a fun sentence that was). I don’t know that it made much of a difference relative to unsinged goat cheese, but I did enjoy myself.

Lastly, it was time to pour the sweet pepper mixture over the top. By this time, it was after nine o’clock, and we could not wait to eat! Please understand the restraint it took to wait while we took gratuitous photographs: FRONT VIEW.

PROFILE.

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DID YOU SEE THE CROSS-SECTION

Before I lose track of my purpose here, let me give you the recipe for Super Strips, (inspired of course by CC’s City Broiler):

Ingredients: 2 strip steaks, ~12 oz. each 4-6 ounces montchevre goat cheese 1/4 teaspoon horseradish 1/4 teaspoon dijon mustard 2 tablespoons butter 2-3 bell peppers, multicolored and sliced 1 red onion, sliced 3 tablespoons brown sugar 1/4 cup Grand Marnier (no substitutes!!!!) Salt and pepper

1. Season steaks with salt and pepper and sear in an incredibly hot cast iron pan until the interior reaches 140 degrees (just shy of medium rare, but they will get to 145 once you pull them off the heat). Allow them to rest.

2. In the meantime, add butter to another pan over medium-high heat. Once the butter has melted, add peppers and onions to the pan. Lightly season with salt and saute until they begin to soften. Turn off the heat for a moment and add the Grand Marnier. Return the pan to the heat and add brown sugar, cooking until the peppers are very soft and the brown sugar/Grand Marnier mixture resembles a syrup.

3. Mix the goat cheese, horseradish, and dijon mustard together in a small bowl with a fork. Smear a thick layer of the goat cheese mixture atop each steak and brown with a blowtorch, if desired.

4. Top the steak and goat cheese with the peppers and onion mixture. Serve with russet potatoes baked with a coating of rock salt, and don’t forget the CC’s salad.

Rob cooked these so perfectly, I couldn’t stop taking pictures and uttering guttural noises. The strip has got to be the most rich and flavorful cut of the beef (if you ask me), and its meaty savoriness is never better than when coated in tangy goat cheese and drenched in sweet and boozy peppers and onion. Our only lament was that the Cointreau made for a pretty medicinal syrup - from that point forward, we knew there was no substituting for the Grand Marnier in this recipe.

Eating this amazing meal without talking over a fussy baby and actually having a real conversation was a gift in itself. But Rob wasn’t finished surprising me yet. Despite my love of baking interesting cakes, I usually just make myself a box-mix cake for my birthday because that’s what I had when I was a kid, and I’m a fool for nostalgia. For my 30th birthday, Rob made it very clear that that was not an option. Instead, he COMMISSIONED a cake for me by a professional baker here in Chicago who works under the name Babushka Bakery (and following her Instagram is the gift that keeps on giving).

This sky-high cake was as delicious as it was beautiful! It was the richest, most dense chocolate cake I have ever had, and we ate it and ate it and ate it for weeks without tiring of it. Entirely too much cake is exactly the right amount of cake for two new parents to have sitting around - we are already looking forward to the next cake we order from our dear babushka. Speaking of too much, here is a really long video of me cutting into it, if you have absolutely nothing else to do. I do such a poor job cutting into it that it will be both difficult to watch and make you feel better about yourself.

We never did “do anything” for my 30th birthday - in fact, the only thing that was “dirty” about my 30th was the pile of dishes in the kitchen sink. But that’s okay! We had to basically re-learn how to do everything during that first year of parenting, including celebrating special occasions. I honestly would have been delighted with pizza and Netflix, so this was completely over the top. I have lived 30 very good years so far, and as long as I only eat like this every once in a while, I should live to see many more!

Caroline

[stillthewordgirl]

LOT/CC fic: Hearts of Steel (ch. 2 of 3)

Len heads back to his Earth, temporarily, with Sara by his side. But fixing what he'd left behind won't be easy, and sometimes the idea of "home" is more complicated than it seems.

Thanks again to @larielromeniel! I posted this here on AO3 a few days ago, but was delayed in getting it up on Tumblr. Note that you really do want to read the first chapter first. (And probably the rest in the series.)

Angst ahoy!

It turns out that this Earth’s Mick—once Len had powered forward enough behind his shield of surging ice—had stood down once Len had managed to get his message across. He’s now standing with the rest of them in the room adjacent to the one where they’d battled, arms folded, expression blank, small flames occasionally licking across his burned, scarred skin. It’s all too clear where the faint scent of cooking meat had come from before, as the skin sizzles and blisters and heals, again and again, but the big man shows no sign of any pain. Indeed, very little reaction at all.

After a moment, he seems to feel Sara’s eyes on him and glances at her, life momentarily sparking in his own eyes—eyes a weirdly different shade than her Mick’s eyes, and isn’t that an odd difference?

There’s assessment there, briefly, almost curiosity, but it’s quickly gone, replaced by that waiting blankness. Sara knows that this Mick is a different man than the Legend she knows—he met Len when they were both about 10 years older, for one thing—but actually seeing how profound the difference is…it hurts, almost physically. She sees the regretful look Len gives his old friend as he saunters by, but his focus is on his sister, who may have deigned not to kill them, but certainly isn’t happy about the matter.

Lisa Snart—Lady Midas—is sitting on a chair at one end of the room, where she’d slowly stalked after entering, silent and grim. The piece of furniture looks like it started life as an ordinary, cozy papasan, but now it’s just like its owner: solid gold.

Lisa bears the mark of her gold gun in every part of her, living gold from her hair to her toes. She somehow still moves like flesh, which is more than anyone can say for anything else she touches with a bare hand—such as the figure, easily taken for a particularly disturbing statue, standing in the corner.

“That damn fool Scudder thought he could use her,” Len had told Sara, back on her Earth. “He…found out otherwise. No, she’s safe. But it’s no way to live.”

Len walks over to stand in front of the chair, and no one in the room can miss that he’s just out of arm’s reach. The siblings regard each other, icy blue eyes meeting golden orbs that shouldn’t even be able to see, and Sara feels her heart clench, thinking of Laurel and the way any Leonard Snart she’s ever known has talked about his sister.

Lisa’s “wearing” what seems to be a leather jacket, T-shirt and jeans, all melded into the gold that’s consumed her. The only thing that isn’t gold is the long pair of black silk gloves she’s now wearing, like something out of an Audrey Hepburn movie, and Sara knows from Len that given time, those will have to be removed too, switched for a newer pair, lest they start to turn as well. Raw silk, as far as he knows, is the only thing that’s even remotely resistant to her “powers.” For now.

“So,” the other woman says in that odd, hollow tone. “Back to the scene of the crime, big brother? We thought you were gone, fled, from both your ‘Justice League’ and us, like the coward you are.”

Len’s chin goes up stubbornly, but Sara can see his eyes are full of anguish. “I didn’t run,” he returns. “You threw me out. And I joined the League because…”

But Lisa cuts him off with a wave of her hand. “You were gone. Why doesn’t matter.”

Sara’s temper gets the better of her. “He didn’t have a choice,” she snaps, stepping forward as those golden eyes snap to her. “He was trying to get back. And he even managed to find a way to help before he did.”

Lisa stares at her, but Mick interrupts the fledgling standoff by stepping forward himself. “Help?” he rumbles. “Snart?”

Len gives him a harried look, glancing back at Lisa and Sara and then over at his former friend. Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the small bottle Wells had given him.

“If you take one of these, it will undo…it will undo what I forced you into,” he says starkly. “Take away the damned ‘powers.’ Can’t give you your guns back. But…”

It’s less what he did than, more strictly speaking, what a rogue meta did, in combination with their upgraded guns, but Sara holds her peace on that. She understands Len’s guilt. Nothing she says will change that.

Mick and Lisa both look at the bottle. But Lisa is frowning, and Sara knows that’s not precisely what Len had expected.

“Undo…” the golden woman muses. “How do we know that’s true? This is…” An odd look flickers across her face. “…not the best existence, but how do we know you won’t make it worse? At least no one can hurt me now.” She shakes her head at Len as he starts to protest. “You said it would make things better, before. It did not.”

“Lis…” Len takes a deep breath, then closes his eyes. “Lis, Mick, I screwed up. Big time. I was trying to up the game. I thought I knew best. I didn’t. I didn’t plan that meta, but it’s still on me.” He sighs, voice cracking a little. “I’m trying to fix it. Believe it or not, I’ve been trying ever since. And I’m gonna get outta your hair, soon. I’m leaving for good.” He opens his eyes, glancing at Sara. “But…but I can’t do it until I know I’ve fixed my fuck-up. Please. What can I do?”

Mick remains silent, eyes unreadable. Lisa turns her gaze to Sara too, her expression turning considering, and for a moment, Sara has the scary feeling she’s considering making her brother pay by making him give up something he apparently wants. But then she turns back, nodding as if to herself.

“And would you take one of those…whatever they are?” she says in her metallic tone.

“Nanites,” Len says almost automatically, looking at the bottle. “To fix the DNA. I…” He hesitates.

He largely has control over his powers, in part, apparently, because he’d worked to get control of his gun when it was first linked with him, Sara knows. They’re part of him now. But…

“Yes,” Len says finally, abruptly. “If that’s what you want. There are three. I…”

Then he just shakes his head, pops the top of the bottle and shakes one of the pills out onto his hand. He holds it up, regarding it, then looks at Sara.

“You’re still a Legend,” she tells him quietly, ignoring Lisa watching them. “Powers or not. Do what you have to do.”

Len gives her a nod, eyes fixed on hers, and then…

Then Mick steps forward, suddenly, unexpectedly, and grabs the pill right out of his former friend’s hand. He pops it in his mouth, swallowing, as Len whirls to stare at him, and Lisa jerkily gets right up from her seat, stepping forward too.

“Mick?” she says, sounding the most human Sara has heard her yet. “What…”

The bigger man shakes his head, lowering his hand. “Sorry, squirt,” he rumbles. “I’m sick of this. Sick of…the burning shit. Thought I’d never get tired of that, once, but…it hurts.” He looks down at his hands, even as another small flame licks along his left wrist, and another curls around his right elbow. “All the fuckin’ time. And I can’t…can’t even have a beer within it getting all warm and disgusting.” He darts a look at Len, who’s regarding him with a complicated expression. “How long will it take until this stuff starts working, Snart?”

Len clears his throat, obviously taken aback by the turn things have taken. “Shouldn’t be long. Mick…I…”

“Stuff it. I get it.” Mick frowns at him. “I think I couldn’t have told you to fuck off if I really wanted to, back then? I liked the idea of throwing fire around, ‘specially at the pigs. It’s not all about you, asshole.”

Sara can’t help it; she laughs at the flummoxed look on Len’s face, at the reminder that this Mick does have some attitude in common with the one she knows. This Mick looks at her again, and this time, he actually smirks. He opens his mouth…

But Sara never gets the chance to hear what he was going to say to her. Because at that moment, Mick Rory shudders, fist clenching, and staggers, nearly toppling to the ground.  Len lunges for him, arms icing up as a defense against the involuntary flames, and catches him, sort of, lowering him to the floor—which is, fortunately and unfortunately, bare metal.

“Mick?” Lisa cries again, something unhinged in her tone again. “Get away from him!” She starts for Len, even as Sara starts for her, but Len puts up a hand and Lisa, at least, stops, staring at her estranged brother in anger and the fallen man in dismay.

Mick’s unconscious and twitching, now, and Sara makes a decision, stepping around Lisa to grab a coat--it looks like the old fireman’s coat she’s seen her Earth’s Mick wear, actually—off a chair and folding it, kneeling down to tuck it under the big man’s head. Mick jerks again, his spine arching right off the floor, and Lisa makes a noise of distress, watching.

“He’s going to be fine,” Len says in a determined tone (and maybe only Sara can hear the concern in his voice, and the promise of anger if Wells and Team Flash misrepresented this “cure”). “Lisa, I swear. It just doesn’t work immediately…”

“You said that before,” she hisses back at him, shoulders hunched, fists clenched. “ ‘Lisa, it’ll take time to get used to it.’ ‘Lisa, it’ll get better.’ ‘Lisa, it will be OK….!’ ”

Len’s shoulders hunch too, as if he’s been struck, but he continues on. “You can take the other one. We’ll watch over both of you…”

“I don’t even know who she is.” Lisa gives Sara a look that might be rather nasty—it’s sort of hard to tell with her gilded features. “One of your precious new heroes? What’d she say…a legend? Aren’t most legends dead?”

That cuts just a little close to the quick, and Sara can’t stay quiet. “Lisa, your brother’s a good man. And he’s right, this will…”

“You be quiet! You’re like them…”

“Lisa, please…”

Mick makes a deep groaning noise, then, and all three of them look at him, just in time to see flames leap up around his hands, even as they’re folded across his chest. But even as Len reaches out to douse them, they flicker and die, and Mick twitches again, going still and pale underneath the copious scars.

Len’s eyes are narrowed, his jaw set as he checks the other man’s pulse. Sara sees him relax just a little—a good sign—before Lisa decides enough is enough. She pulls off one black glove, dropping it to the floor, then another, and reaches for Len with a growl.

He blocks with an iced-up hand, and Sara can see his expression freeze as he realizes the ice is the only thing that’d stopped him from becoming another statue. For her part, she’s rarely felt so helpless. She has few defenses against Lisa’s powers, and she and Len, at least, know it.

“Lisa,” Len whispers again, wrapping his ice-clad fingers around his sister’s golden hand, “please.”

The other woman’s eyes are shining, and while it’s almost certainly the light off the metallic surface, the effect is reminiscent of tears.  “He’s the only one I have left!” she cries, and Sara can see Len’s face still in pain. “The only one of the Rogues who stayed, who isn’t terrified of me. If he dies…if you’ve killed him…” She jerks her hand back. “Get out!”

Len struggles to his feet as Sara reaches out to take his hand. “Lis, someone who can…who can touch him should stay…”

“Get out!”

There’s really only one thing left to do. They get out.

Len puts the bottle holding the remaining two pills on the table before they go.

Get out.

Len can tell Sara is letting him take the lead here; he knows this Earth, knows this city. But they’re not out of the building five minutes, just barely out of the industrial district, when he feels his steps slow, almost involuntarily.

He…thought it would be different, he thinks numbly. He’s not sure why; it’s not like he’d expected adulation for fixing what he’d screwed up in the first place. But he’d tried, he really had, and he’d thought he could help…

He can’t even save his sister and his oldest friend, not really. Some kind of hero. No kind of hero at all…

“Len?” Sara’s voice is soft, and he blinks, suddenly realizing that he’s been standing there staring at his feet. He looks up at her, and whatever she sees in his face, it makes her own expression contract, and she reaches out to take his arm.

He’s no fan of sympathy, but he just can’t bring himself to shy away from it now, not from her. He grabs her hand like it’s a lifeline and they stand there, linked, numb.

Finally, Len sighs. “I need a shower,” he mumbles, looking down at his sweaty, slightly singed uniform. “Gotta place we can go. I think. You…OK?”

He’s really not sure what he’s asking, but Sara seems to get it. She nods, squeezing his hand. “Lead on.”

The Blue Moon motel isn’t part of one of the shiny new chains that have proliferated so much in the past few decades. Rather, it’s one of the family-owned, roadside types with a tiny rectangular pool in the protective semicircle of the rooms, and an office at one end, which is where Len slowly heads, still holding Sara’s hand.

The dark-haired woman behind the desk starts as she sees them, but quickly gets to her feet, calling Len “Mr. Cold,” which gives Sara a much-needed smile. The woman listens intently, obviously holding back questions as Len asks if the motel has a spare room for a few hours, then nods, reaching behind the counter to grab a key and extending it to Len.

“It’s…good…to see you back,” she says quietly, darting a curious glance at Sara and their still-linked hands. “Are you…can I do anything…”

Len takes the key with a weary smile. “This is good, Amari,” he says quietly. “Thanks. I…I’m not going to be around long, but we desperately need a shower and maybe a nap. I appreciate it.”

Amari gives him a nod. “It’s the least we can do, Mr. Cold, after how you helped us out.” She darts another look at Sara. “Take your time.”

Sara nearly laughs at the woman’s obvious speculation���she’s exhausted, filthy, and heartsick, not really in the mood for “taking their time.” But she thanks Amari fervently anyway, then squeezes Len’s hand, tugging gently.

He blinks, having apparently zoned out again, then says something quiet to Amari and turns for the door. They slowly cross the parking lot toward the far end of the motel, Sara checking the position of the sun in the afternoon sky, then Len finds the door he’s looking for and fumbles the key into the lock.

The room is small and spare, but immaculate, and Sara pulls Len, who’s frozen again, inside, locking the door behind them. “Go take your shower,” she tells him quietly, reaching up to cup his face with a hand. “You’ll feel better.”

Physically, anyway. But neither of them says that. Len nods jerkily after a moment, then turns, heading for the bathroom. Sara watches him go.

He has the water cold, at first, just this side of icy. It’s not like it really bothers him, after all, and after the flames, the chill feels good.

But he’s weary of hiding behind ice, and after a few minutes, he turns the temperature up, to something nearly scalding. Poor penance, for what Mick’s gone through. Is going through? Will the other man wake up, in time, bellowing for a beer that isn’t warm and grumbling about finding a new heat gun? He should have stayed, should have told Lisa…

But he keeps seeing that golden hand coming for his heart, with no hesitation at all.

Len turns the water temp back down to something more lukewarm, standing under the spray with his eyes closed, memory assailing him. After a moment, he leans forward, resting his forehead against the glossy white shower walls, cognizant of the tears—hotter than the water falling from the showerhead—running down his face.

He’s not sure how long he stands there. Long enough for the water to cool even more. Long enough that he starts as the shower curtain is pulled aside, and he turns and blinks to see Sara there, regarding him.

She’s already stripped her uniform off; well, if he’d been feeling grimy, she probably was too. He blinks again, water running down his face as she studies him, then nods, pulling her sports bra off over her head and stripping off her panties in a businesslike manner.

Then she steps forward and into the shower, tilting her head back under the spray just a moment before regarding him again—and then, reading his expression correctly, moving forward into his arms.

It should be sexy as hell, and certainly his body reacts that way. But as Len’s arms tighten convulsively around her, he lowers his forehead to hers, dragging in a shaky breath, and the tears surge again, hot on his face as Sara runs a gentle hand down his scarred back, her other hand pressing him closer. They stand like that a few long minutes before Len sighs again, then tilts his head, dipping it a little more even as Sara goes up on her toes to lift her lips to his.

They kiss under the cool water, a slow, gentle kiss that tastes of salt and the faint mineral tang of the shower spray, a kiss that speaks more of love and understanding than passion and desire, at least for now. Len closes his eyes, moving his hands to Sara’s shoulders, breathing deeply for a moment before kissing her again, even as the water cools even further and goosebumps rise on their skin.

He’s lost a lot, in the past year, much of it his own doing, but he’s gained too. Changed and grown and gained so much, and the most remarkable part of it is this amazing woman, who loves him even though she knows who and what he is, his flaws and his quirks and his deeds good and bad and ugly.

Where Sara is, is home.

[t-sizzler]

Afro Puffs Custom Content: Infant - Child

Hi everyone! I know it's been a while and I’ve got another small batch of CC for you all!

This is my first age conversion project. It was an interesting process learning how to do this. If you've grown up in a black household, you've likely seen kids with this exact hairstyle. I just HAD to bring it to The Sims 4 :)

BGC

Gender Neutral

15 Maxis swatches

Infant- Child

Vertices: 4061  Polygons: 5897

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enjoy!!!

[trashy-greyjoy]

am i the only one who lost complete faith in bellarke the shows been om air for 4 years and the one final opportunity they had to kiss shouldve been right b4 they separated for 6 years they both were walking into their potential deaths and it just makes no sense how there wasnt at least a confession. then i remembered the writers are still pandering to antis who never shut up so it pretty much made me think that legit every small moment that has been given to us is bait for us to stay watching

2/2 you seem like one of the voice of reasons in the fandom and i just had to get it off my chest im just pretty sure the writers are baiting us all along for when they bring you know who back in the series finale or something its so sad bc we stuck around for so long and idk im pretty sure everyone has this feeling that bellarke will never happen so the antis will be happy. i wish theyd realize most of general audience prefers bellarke idk im just sad i wasted my time on this show for 4 yrs

Hello nonny! Not worry I am here to restore your faith in all things canon blarke and s5 is our time! I totally feel your pain, sometimes even I get in those ‘blarke is never gonna fuck what’s even the point’ moods, but i have some long ranting posts ill shoot your way so you have some things to think about and hopefully it'll raise your spirits! (also you saying I'm a voice of reason made me laugh because in all honesty I'm a huge emo mess )

About the kiss being in the s4 finale. at first I really thought it would happen too, since if they think they're gonna die they should confess and make out, except, they didn't think that, at least Bellamy didn't. He thought they were gonna have 5 years of the 2 of them stuck in space to figure it out and be together so he didn't feel the pressure to have to confess before they went up. Clarke probably didn't do anything because she was almost certain she was going to die and she probably didn't want to put all that on Bellamy if he was just going to lose her anyway. Thats especially easy to notice if you pay attention to the face caress scene where she seems light hearted and happy looking at him and then she remembers her mom’s vision. And if you recall there were two separate instances where one of them tried to either confess or say goodbye and the other wouldn't let them (Bellamy before clarke went to the island and Clarke before the head and heart convo). ALSO leaving the confession up in the air gives the opportunity for them to add a lot of conflict with bellamy not getting to tell her going into next season. So when you think about that, it makes a lot of sense for them not to have kissed in the finale.

About the writers pandering to a certain audience, I agree. they name dropped L at unnecessary and excessive points last season to pacify the antis as best as they could. I get it, I hated it, it hurt Clarke’s character, and it wasn’t needed, but like i get what they were trying to do, unsuccessfully. HOWEVER I don't think that'll be a problem going forward. The time jump allows time for Clarke to have grieved and moved on in the last 6 years. She’s not fresh off the loss of a loved one and she’s been able to come into herself and move on essentially. AND the writers have been active on Twitter, and talking about Bellarke for the first time since S2 which is a big deal. They’re out of their Post-L Hibernation and they feel safe, well at least safer, talking about Bellarke on social media, meaning they’ve moved on from trying to pacify the antis in that regard. I think we’re pretty much over seeing them directly pandering to the CL’s at this point. 

Running off of that there’s also the scripts that the writers release, which have so far been pretty Bellarke heavy with the “another piece of her soul on the line”, “kill another person who she loves”, every part of the finale scripts and Bellamy’s “heart screaming”. Like... they released a script canonically saying Clarke loves Bellamy (and in a romantic way since the only other person she loved that she killed in canon was Finn). They’re putting it out there.

There’s no way they’re going to bring L back. Jason said she’s dead and not coming back. ABC has said it. And she’s trying to stay as far away from this show and that character as possible right now, she’s moved on she’s not going to come back. 

As for baiting, yeah they stretch it out and a lot of people think 4 season is unrealistic, but I say time and time again, when you look at canon slow burns and how long they take, 4 seasons, not even full seasons let me remind you, is child’s play. Mulder and Scully took 7 seasons to kiss and almost the whole 9 seasons to be fully canon on the show. Stiles and Lydia took 6 seasons to be canon, Rick and Michonne took 4ish seasons to go canon (still more episodes than The 100′s current 58). Booth and Brennan, Fitz and Simmons, Harvey and Donna (I see you Ana), Ron and Hermione, they all took years and almost twice as long as Bellarke have. It’s how television works. It’s annoying and it’s unrealistic a lot of the times, but its a trope, it follows a pattern, it’s how television shows grab a certain type of viewers and and ensure that they can keep them for the run of the show. Because it’s widely believed by the tv industry that once the ‘will they won't they’ aspect is gone, viewers lose interest so they string it out as long as they think they can. Whether its true or not thats how it works. 

There are also two more major reasons I think, or rather I know, Bellarke are endgame. The 6 Year Separation, and the fact that That’s The Story Jason Is Writing. 

I have separate long posts for these on my blog so I’ll be brief and link those for further reading, but to start off, extended separations are romantic tropes. Being separated for years and thinking the other person is or could be dead is a tried and true romantic Hollywood trope. Almost every example of this in entertainment, be it tv, books, or film, has romantic connotations surrounding it. The entire post about it can be found right here, if you want the low down, which I suggest. I list off other examples and proof in it. 

Moving towards Jason writing romantic Bellarke, it’s what he’s doing. If you look back at all the pivotal ‘Bellarke’ scenes in the past, Jason or Aaron have written a good portion of those episodes. Jason, the show runner, and Aaron, the guy he was ready to have take over if his other show got picked up. That combined with how many times he’s said that this is ‘Clarke and Bellamy’s story’ and in the past (S1-2) how free he was when speaking about Bellarke on social media. It’s always been the plan. He just likes to pull a Chris Carter (show runner of The X-Files, and the OG JRoth) and try to drag it out and deny it as much as possible. Seriously look up some of the stuff CC has said about Mulder and Scully in the past and it fits the same pattern. You can find the full post right here, where I give quotes and explain everything further. 

Taking a turn for a second, you can also think about the fact that tv shows almost NEVER put their big endgame together until the end of the show is approaching, especially if it’s between the two series mains. They don’t give that to you early on, that’s why most bigger ships in tv are at least partially slow burn, they don’t put the big couples together in the first season or two.

And I guess to close out, you can think about the fact that S1 Bellamy is set up as a romantic interest for Clarke from the beginning. His character and their relationship follow the ‘enemy/bad boy isn't actually that bad and actually has a heart and realizes that when he meets the good girl that challenges him’ like come on my guys... they’re set up as a trope from episode 2 when he saves her, and then episode 3 when he stares at her killing Atom and he gets all soft and realizes she’s not who he thought she was. It even comes complete with the jealous canon love interest and the ‘we’ve been through a lot together”

Never mind, I have one more point. Look at the sizzle reel for next season. It’s set up to make Bellarke look romantic or at least intimately connected. I have another long post for that one right here. 

I hope that did the trick for reassuring you at least partially and now we can all stew in this hellatus for a few more months before this hell shit returns to us!

[twelvesignsrp]

congratulations nicola/lola, capricorn is now coraline “cora” lansbury with the faceclaim aisha dee

APPLICATION

Character Sign: Capricorn

Character name: Coraline “Cora” Lansbury Birthday: 24/12/1997 Sexuality: Pansexual Gender: Cisgendered Female Moon Sign: Scorpio Faceclaim: Aisha Dee please if that’s okay c:

Power

Super Strength — For as long as she can recall, there has been one giant taboo making its rounds through Cora’s mind whenever she was in need of a reminder: giving up was never an option, failure unacceptable. But instead of cracking under the pressure applied on her fragile frame by both her family and herself, she never troubled herself with the prospect of not succeeding for she knew, deep within her, that she would always be stronger than her opponents or the obstacles she was to face. Some might call it exaggerated confidence, its roots untraceable even for her, but her belief in herself has so far secured her a spotless track record. And even if she was to not come in first place, she had always persisted, her endurance admirable enough for her performance to still be considered a victory of a different kind.

What do they study?

With possibilities seemingly endless, Cora struggled to make a final decision for quite a while but eventually wound up opting for International Relations. She has always exhibited a keen interest in politics and the law, in the order of the world and how its staying in tact was to be ensured, even long before she had reached the appropriate age for such worries. While Law and Politics were available separate options, she found her concern for worldwide affairs to be best covered in the major she has eventually chosen.

Biography:

A wide-eyed doll of unconventional porcelain, dark locks sizzling like flames under the force of gushes of wind. Faster. Stronger. Better. It had always been on her to bring glory to the name, never mind the difficulties she had to face others failed to fathom.

A rabbit-hearted girl could outsmart the lazy lion in a heartbeat, for endurance is true strength.

An only child, the Lansburys only hope after so many desperate attempts resulted in nothing but pain and heartbreak, Cora didn’t need to be told that she carried the weight of being destined for greatness on her slim shoulders — yet she would, several times over. Medically, she was considered a miracle (of natural conception, no less), a word that would echo through her mind in the voices of various relatives until she had grown infatuated with its meaning. A Christmas miracle of a child, a wunderkind — an aspiration well suited for a child like her, the girl who always seemed to stand out from the crowds no matter how hard she tried to blend in. Her brows too bushy, her curls too unruly, her smile too wild and forceful; a natural-born outsider among the upper-class crowd, their dullness threatening to swallow her individuality alive if she wanted to stick with them and have a shot at their successes. But a girl as clever as her was not meant to struggle for long, nor to betray herself in favour of conformity.

Instead, a warrior was born amidst a sea of rosé tulle, flashing her fangs at afternoon playdates and digging her claws into the keys to victory: education and training, practising until there was nothing left to learn, nothing left to devour by a soul as eager as hers. Her future shone brightly, kneeling at her feet in an act of devotion, but popularity was a whole other story, a different battle to win. They knew her as an overachiever now, the girl who could potentially help you with your homework but was often too stubborn to do so. Before that, they had known her as the odd one out, a misfit trying too hard to squeeze herself into their pristine puzzle of poshness, and they had never failed to find the right names to let her know she just wasn’t quite right for them. Hardened by the times, she strode on, Coraline the lone wolf, blissful in her own company and that of her family, a loving bunch luckily providing her with a handful of cousins in a similar age group that never allowed her to experience true loneliness. At the very least, she would never be naive enough to trust blindly. A girl with her insight into the human psyche and the different types of people it produced — deep enough to be able to sort them within seconds she would like to think — knows all too well whom to avoid to not get hurt again.

By sixth form, her last struggle had been overcome. Cora had found her kind, a decent sized group of a somewhat snobby but lovable bunch usually knee-deep in first world upper-class problems they at times could have easily averted. No matter how often they implored her not to judge them, not doing so silently often turned out to be impossible but she never saw the harm in loving judgement — even less so since she never once turned them down when it came to trying to find a solution to their woes. And thus the loner became the rock, the fixer, the shoulder to cry on who would catch your head from way up in the clouds and screw it back onto your neck with the support of a logical solution to a seemingly unsolvable issue. Sugarcoating was all but her strong suit but, alas, what use was there in denying the truth if it was your only saving grace; if there was only one way that would bring you salvation and it just so happened to be hers? Can she, in the light of that, really be blamed for not wanting to venture from the tested road she has chosen for herself when all the others look like dark, twisted alleyways leading to doom?

Hardly.

As far as she is concerned, she is on the right track and she has brought proof as well. But go ahead, try and tell her otherwise.

Five interesting facts about your character:

i. Even though starting ballet was originally her parents’ idea for her, she grew to love it almost instantly, the feeling of having complete control over her body filling her with a strange sense of inner peace strong enough to keep her coming back to occasional classes even now. Her studies don’t grant her enough time for regular courses anymore and at times she’s resort to yoga for relaxation but nothing quite compares to the feeling (or pain) of pointe shoes being tied again every to every other week.

ii. Cora, CC, Lin, Lina, Coco, Coral, Corali — she has a great variety of nicknames and willing accepts being called by either of them, though it all depends on your relationship to her whether you are allowed to use a certain name. All of them are availabe to family members and Cora is available to absolutely everyone she knows, simply because she feels Coraline sounds a bit too highbrow to fit her at times, but if you’re not a blood relative, you’ll have to earn the right to use a certain batch.

iii. Another (nerdy) passion of hers are languages and literature. Her library at home was excessive, mostly dominated by classics even though the first book series she fell in love with was, unsurprisingly, Harry Potter (Hermione being the first character she ever identified with), but not at all limited to those or merely English literature in general. She more or less fluently speaks English, German, Spanish, French and Italian at this point and is looking to branch out into the Asian and African continent if she should find the time to acquire more.

iv. People tend to assume she is joking but her instrument of choice and the only one she can play exceptionally well is the ukulele. Sometimes, when is trying to clear her mind, one can find her strumming away on it, lost in thought or composing her own original songs — though she would stop singing immediately the second she realises she has company as her singing voice is one of the few things she isn’t confident in.

v. As a child, she had a pet rabbit called Cookie whom she would carry around with her wherever she was allowed to bring him. Her trust in him was so strong that he ended up being the only creature she would tell her secrets to and thus his demise hit her even harder than most kids. Still, she owns a locket her mother gave her when she wouldn’t stop grieving with a photo of the rabbit as well as a small strand of its fur. She doesn’t wear it anymore but keeps it in her jewellery box and likes to hold onto it for comfort when she is devastatingly sad.

Character Quote

“The water sustains me without even trying; the water can’t drown me, I’m done with my dying.” — The Water by Johnny Flynn

If your character had a patronus what would it be? and why?

Regardless of the fact that she had one as a child, Cora has long since assumed that her patronus would have to be a rabbit. Like her, they are all too often underestimated and deemed weak and cowardly yet they tend to have the upper hand even in very perilous situations, are resilient and clever.

WRITING SAMPLE

The world’s mysteries at the reach of her fingertips; an ambitious dream but hardly out of line for someone as dedicated. She had grasped it all but love, love alone should proof to be her Achilles’ heel. A good generously dished out by her parents, her family, the selected few who had her trust but none of it had been acquired through war, battled for, pursued with utmost urgency. Someone as composed, controlled and seemingly emotionally cold as her had to be too focused to be distracted by sinful, weakening impulses, right?

Alas, her time would come and she would succumb like a moth to the flame, drowning in its waves, forceful as a tsunami. Succumb gladly, until the fairytale turned bad.

Michael had been a good match for her, they had all said so, constant affirmation honey on a greedy winner’s tongue. As per usual, she was on top of the world, one part of the school’s dream couple. The ugly duckling had once and for all become a swan of radiant, unstoppable beauty, making memories she was hoping to cherish forever despite being a realist by birth. Deep down, Cora had known that this would be a fleeting love, like most puppy loves: intense, all-consuming but as quickly to burn out as it had first been sparked. All these nights, wrapped up in each other or out in the countryside with his old Mercedes, silently watching the stars with Cigarettes After Sex on the car stereo — all of them turned into regrets when she could no longer fight her suspicions, with one swift swipe of her thumb. Why did Michael have to be just about the only person on this planet who still didn’t use a passcode for his phone?

She had come out to visit him in his dorm as she did every other weekend ever since he had left for university, being a year her senior, and was waiting for him to return to the bathroom when she just had to give in and choose the worst possible pastime option. Teeth dug into her bottom lip, an inner voice scolding her for becoming one of those distrusting girls who went through their boyfriend’s phones, the kind she deemed ridiculous just a year before but distance had made her see their point all too clearly. Cora squeezed her eyes shut as her fingertip brushed against the green icon leading her straight to Michael’s messages. A pause, a breath, a beat and she pressed down anyway, fluttering lids giving room to widened pupils as her whole world came crashing down. Figuratively, of course, though at the time it felt literal, the weight of it crushing her heart into a billion shards, provisorily patched up by nothing but pure, unadulturated rage.

Her fist curled up around the mobile phone, teeth gritted as she forced herself to take a deep, albeit shaky breath. ��Be rational,’ Cora’s mind warned her with the warmth of the big sister the universe hadn’t allowed her to have. ‘Give him a chance to explain. Don’t just assume things that fit your paranoia.’ Only that she didn’t have to assume. It was perfectly fucking clear. The phone’s screen cracked under the force of her grip without her even paying attention to it just before the door swung open again, marking the return of a cheerful now ex-boyfriend to be. “Who’s Louise?” was all she could recall herself saying to him, her tone verging on a screeching scream. “Who the fuck is Louise?” Stuttered explanations fell on deaf ears, her vision blurred by anger as she scrambled to her feet, the phone dropping onto the bed and her empty fist now hitting the boy’s chest, once, twice — but not thrice for a soft push had sent him flying into the wall behind him, leaving the two of them dumbstruck with fear.

Panic pushed its way through the raging curtain, prompting Cora to rely on her instincts and flee, her pace steadily sped up until she ran to safety, to her escape, to her car. Instantly, she locked the doors from the inside, fumbling to stick her keys into the ignition but dropping them in shock, her breathing unsteady, eyes glued to the inside of her right palm. Blood dripped from small but undeniable cuts in her skin, some of them pricked by small glass shards driven deeply into the soft surface for which she had only one explanation — one explanation that was, under no circumstances, possible whatsoever. Then again…

Could this really have been her doing? All of this? Hell, she was half Michael’s size and weight. Even the mere thought of her being capable of pushing him into a wall without using excruciating force or of cracking a phone’s screen onehandedly went against all logic. Yet…

It took her ten minutes to finally lean down and pick up her keys. Ten minutes filled with heavy breathing, shivering and tears. Ten minutes and a fuzzy mind fumbling for a reasonable explanation as though its life depended on it. At last, she turned them in the ignition, foot pressing down on the clutch pedal. Perhaps it was her wrath. Perhaps it had become an odd driving force that enabled her to access supernatural powers, like those distressed mothers trying to rescue their kids by lifting cars and the likes. Granted, not the best example but it made some sense, right? Right. Another deep breath as she backed out of the parking lot. That had to be it.

Nothing unsual. All was well. Just your average, enraged girl who had been cheated on. She may have always been a bit of the odd one out but that odd? No fucking way.

ANYTHING ELSE?

thank you loads for taking the time to read my messy incoherent crap!! i haven’t written a bio in months and i’m afraid it shows, unfortunately — & my favourite colour is royal blue c:

[batterymonster2021]

Bitcoin Mining Guide Part 2- Hardware Setup | EpicReviewGuys CC

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Bitcoin Mining Guide Part 2- Hardware Setup | EpicReviewGuys CC

Hi it can be Parris from epic evaluation guys my brother and that i are attempting her hand at Bitcoin mining that is the second video within the series our Bitcoin miner has arrived we will set it up and put it to work right now now the normal liner we were going to get was sold out by the time we tried to get it we decided after some extra study to move with this this is the bit major ant minor this sells for $69 we bought it sincerely on amazon i will put a hyperlink down beneath if you’d like to examine it out this mine’s at a speed of 1.6 Giga hash which is slower than plenty of the devices out there nevertheless it’s rapid than CPUs and video playing cards GPUs which can be used for mining so supposedly consistent with the calculators I checked out this may increasingly pay for itself probably in five or six months that is a course with the pc on at all times in view that as you’ll find it can be elegant upon being plugged into a USB port of your computer and going for walks some program on the laptop although all the work will get accomplished in these little chips correct right here now furthermore to the Bitcoin mining hardware you have to make several choices and set some things up before which you could get going initially you desire a Bitcoin wallet that is where your bitcoins and portions of bitcoins go once you might have mined them it can be where they’re saved I went with a enterprise known as coinbase they present one of a kind services together with transferring your bitcoins inside and out of genuine US greenback money then you’ll be able to want to prefer a mining pool now which you can go in mine in your possess however it’s it can be a matter of years and years before your little gadget would have any cheap risk of getting a block on its possess and being ready to earn a suite of bitcoins what the mining pools do is you in actual fact throw your Bitcoin mining processing power in with a bunch of other folks and that offers you rather more popular awarding of bitcoins but the bitcoins that are available in have got to be break up up amongst the entire people who are doing the mining so it manner you actually get a risk to get a tenth or a centesimal of Bitcoin coming in usual versus hitting this thing run for years and years and then ultimately you get your massive payout in bitcoins for the mining pool I made up our minds to move with Ali geus it’s the third-largest Bitcoin pool I located that allegis has zero prices and you don’t must register and grow to be a part of that whole group that you may variety of in an awfully minimalist approach have your device to do the mining in their pool after which when your earnings have reached I feel it can be presently at four or one hundredths of a Bitcoin you can obtain a payout so you’re looking at 30 or each thirty or forty bucks worth of all gains they are going to switch the cash from their finish into your Bitcoin pockets and in case your heads now not spinning yet in an effort to use this device you must download application onto your laptop so if you want to see in more depth about developing the pockets about atmosphere and becoming a member of a mining pool about configuring the application so your gadget will run i’m going to put up a few of those movies on our epic experiences tech channel and i’m going to link to them over here when i’ve these up but let’s see how you can get this up and running i downloaded and unzipped the driver for the ants minor plug within the ants minor into any USB port you do not need to contact the circuits on the again as soon as it is acquired vigour so keep it on the facet with the metal case k it’s now found and installed but we now have acquired to modify the motive force minor notion it to exchange the driver that is accomplished the gadget is now competent to work with the system now we ought to established the mining program so that is the cgminer whenever you start it up now you have got to enter knowledge for it to work you must set the frequency in case you want to overclock your gadget you ought to put in the address of the mining pool so it will go there and get some work to work on you additionally must put on your username or nonetheless you’ve got things installed so you could be credited with the work that is executed here for cgminer it is most commonly spelled out for you what you must put in is your deal with with a view to be your Bitcoin tackle so here we’re up and strolling sooner or later mining at full speed and it best took a number of hours for the reason that I began seeking to configure the program you must clearly write a file a batch file that comprises the variables you want for how you want the program to run with all your know-how and that i dunno up right here now we have a 1.6 to GH /s so i think i am mining right on speed because this device is rated for 1.6 gig it hash per second appears like i’m correct at that speed now the little gadget plugged in correct here is enormously sizzling just jogging at ordinary speed I mean I touch it for lower than 1/2 a second already started burning my fingers and we have now bought here blocks that my little device is engaged on and then it is sending the info back over to the server having the work carried out and normally it appears each few hours this distinct mining pool wins the Bitcoin lottery and gets the 25 bitcoins after which distributes that worth amongst the entire participants of the mining pool headquartered on how much work your units carried out in order that should be fascinating to look once that sooner or later happens that is my stats page for the allegis mining pool you will discover up right here on the top beneath my estimated complete i’m about to show over to factor zero zero one bitcoins earned which is one one thousandth of a bitcoin so lower than a dollar over right here it tells you that a current price that I mining and the difficulty of mining and many others I will have to get my first pay out in two months two weeks 20 hours and 35 minutes and down under estimated profits again the whole thing else being the same i’ll earn roughly one-half of of one one-thousandth of a Bitcoin per day so perhaps about 40 cents valued at a day the next video I put up on the subject on this channel will likely be when we get the switch from the mining pool into our coinbase wallet when i will truely see it on the app on the phone and it says we have now received factor zero zero anything bitcoins i will do an extra video show you that show you what it appears prefer to certainly have some bitcoins that you just earned via the sweat of your pc’s brow browsing you understand what to purchase every assessment guys is gonna are trying what does the fox via nobody is aware of 34 me go browsing he watches our video

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Bitcoin Mining Guide Part 2- Hardware Setup | EpicReviewGuys CC

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Hi it can be Parris from epic evaluation guys my brother and that i are attempting her hand at Bitcoin mining that is the second video within the series our Bitcoin miner has arrived we will set it up and put it to work right now now the normal liner we were going to get was sold out by the time we tried to get it we decided after some extra study to move with this this is the bit major ant minor this sells for $69 we bought it sincerely on amazon i will put a hyperlink down beneath if you’d like to examine it out this mine’s at a speed of 1.6 Giga hash which is slower than plenty of the devices out there nevertheless it’s rapid than CPUs and video playing cards GPUs which can be used for mining so supposedly consistent with the calculators I checked out this may increasingly pay for itself probably in five or six months that is a course with the pc on at all times in view that as you’ll find it can be elegant upon being plugged into a USB port of your computer and going for walks some program on the laptop although all the work will get accomplished in these little chips correct right here now furthermore to the Bitcoin mining hardware you have to make several choices and set some things up before which you could get going initially you desire a Bitcoin wallet that is where your bitcoins and portions of bitcoins go once you might have mined them it can be where they’re saved I went with a enterprise known as coinbase they present one of a kind services together with transferring your bitcoins inside and out of genuine US greenback money then you’ll be able to want to prefer a mining pool now which you can go in mine in your possess however it’s it can be a matter of years and years before your little gadget would have any cheap risk of getting a block on its possess and being ready to earn a suite of bitcoins what the mining pools do is you in actual fact throw your Bitcoin mining processing power in with a bunch of other folks and that offers you rather more popular awarding of bitcoins but the bitcoins that are available in have got to be break up up amongst the entire people who are doing the mining so it manner you actually get a risk to get a tenth or a centesimal of Bitcoin coming in usual versus hitting this thing run for years and years and then ultimately you get your massive payout in bitcoins for the mining pool I made up our minds to move with Ali geus it’s the third-largest Bitcoin pool I located that allegis has zero prices and you don’t must register and grow to be a part of that whole group that you may variety of in an awfully minimalist approach have your device to do the mining in their pool after which when your earnings have reached I feel it can be presently at four or one hundredths of a Bitcoin you can obtain a payout so you’re looking at 30 or each thirty or forty bucks worth of all gains they are going to switch the cash from their finish into your Bitcoin pockets and in case your heads now not spinning yet in an effort to use this device you must download application onto your laptop so if you want to see in more depth about developing the pockets about atmosphere and becoming a member of a mining pool about configuring the application so your gadget will run i’m going to put up a few of those movies on our epic experiences tech channel and i’m going to link to them over here when i’ve these up but let’s see how you can get this up and running i downloaded and unzipped the driver for the ants minor plug within the ants minor into any USB port you do not need to contact the circuits on the again as soon as it is acquired vigour so keep it on the facet with the metal case k it’s now found and installed but we now have acquired to modify the motive force minor notion it to exchange the driver that is accomplished the gadget is now competent to work with the system now we ought to established the mining program so that is the cgminer whenever you start it up now you have got to enter knowledge for it to work you must set the frequency in case you want to overclock your gadget you ought to put in the address of the mining pool so it will go there and get some work to work on you additionally must put on your username or nonetheless you’ve got things installed so you could be credited with the work that is executed here for cgminer it is most commonly spelled out for you what you must put in is your deal with with a view to be your Bitcoin tackle so here we’re up and strolling sooner or later mining at full speed and it best took a number of hours for the reason that I began seeking to configure the program you must clearly write a file a batch file that comprises the variables you want for how you want the program to run with all your know-how and that i dunno up right here now we have a 1.6 to GH /s so i think i am mining right on speed because this device is rated for 1.6 gig it hash per second appears like i’m correct at that speed now the little gadget plugged in correct here is enormously sizzling just jogging at ordinary speed I mean I touch it for lower than 1/2 a second already started burning my fingers and we have now bought here blocks that my little device is engaged on and then it is sending the info back over to the server having the work carried out and normally it appears each few hours this distinct mining pool wins the Bitcoin lottery and gets the 25 bitcoins after which distributes that worth amongst the entire participants of the mining pool headquartered on how much work your units carried out in order that should be fascinating to look once that sooner or later happens that is my stats page for the allegis mining pool you will discover up right here on the top beneath my estimated complete i’m about to show over to factor zero zero one bitcoins earned which is one one thousandth of a bitcoin so lower than a dollar over right here it tells you that a current price that I mining and the difficulty of mining and many others I will have to get my first pay out in two months two weeks 20 hours and 35 minutes and down under estimated profits again the whole thing else being the same i’ll earn roughly one-half of of one one-thousandth of a Bitcoin per day so perhaps about 40 cents valued at a day the next video I put up on the subject on this channel will likely be when we get the switch from the mining pool into our coinbase wallet when i will truely see it on the app on the phone and it says we have now received factor zero zero anything bitcoins i will do an extra video show you that show you what it appears prefer to certainly have some bitcoins that you just earned via the sweat of your pc’s brow browsing you understand what to purchase every assessment guys is gonna are trying what does the fox via nobody is aware of 34 me go browsing he watches our video

[mariaghost]

Gaping Wound

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 9 | mariaghost vs. @wideawakeandwriting Prompt: Rusty Red Ship: Gadreel/Michael Word Count: 1347 Tags/Warnings: angst, blood and injury, guilt Summary: Michael steps in for Gadreel and saves him from his punishment.  AO3 Link 

Gadreel is free as suddenly as he was imprisoned. Chains clang as they fall from his wings and hands. Darkness is washed away from his ears and h can hear. He hears screams and pleads and curses. The doors open and he can see something besides the sense-depriving empty whiteness. But he can’t find his tongue when Father’s voice tells him he’s forgiven. He should be thankful. But words fail him. He just nods and humbly folds his wings.  

“You still here?” Gabriel waits at the doors. “Get up.”

Gadreel tentatively stands and with some difficulty finds his balance. Gabriel looks unusually stern. His armor is covered with blood. Angelic blood. Gadreel doesn’t ask what happened. Now he can hear clearly the desperate voices of his siblings. They tell him horrible things. And it, at least partly, is his fault.

Gadreel follows Gabriel, but stops after making a dozen of unsteady steps.

“Why am I free, Gabriel? Why has Father forgiven me?” he asks.

Gabriel sighs heavily and turns to face him.

“You don’t get to question His will and His forgiveness,” Gadreel can sense the anger hidden between those words.

“I know that I failed Him, unintentionally, but I did it. Tell me, brother, how did I deserve it?” Gadreel threads a thin line. He won’t be surprised if Gabriel just slaps him and orders him to shut up.

“You didn’t deserve it,” Gabriel says bitterly. “Some of us still trust you a lot and they have intervened on your behalf.”

There is more to it, Gadreel suspects. And indeed, Gabriel continues:

“It’s Michael who convinced Him,” the word ‘convinced’ sounds somewhat conflicted. “Don’t ask me how, see for yourself. But I warn you, Gadreel, if you betray us again, unintentionally or not, if you waste your second chance, I shall kill you with my bare hands. Understood?”

“Understood,” Gadreel confirms. So, now he’s under Gabriel’s command. Well, he isn’t sure he’d handle taking direct orders from Father again.

Gabriel takes them to some field covered with hot cinder. With horror Gadreel realizes that this is all what’s left of Eden.

“Michael! Ah, there you are. Couldn’t find more comfortable place?”

At first it seems like Gabriel is talking to empty space. But then the grey air a bit afar shifts and takes a form, revealing the archangel. Michael’s once perfectly white snowy wings are now mixed with this sizzling dirty blackness. His piercing green eyes linger on Gadreel then they move back to Gabriel.

“Don’t look at me like this. He needs to know, Michael,” Gabriel throws out his hands. “Report to me when you’re done, I’ll have few tasks for you,” Gabriel tells Gadreel sternly, nods at Michael stiffly and disappears raising a cloud of ash in his departure.

Gadreel’s eyes sting and he coughs. When his vision clears, he looks at the swords buried in the ground near Michael’s sitting form. They look rusted, but no, it’s all dried blood. He approaches Michael slowly not knowing how to start conversation. The battle’s been over just recently. And Lucifer, the brightest of stars, has fallen. So have many others. And so many of their brothers and sisters are dead. Gadreel can’t even perceive death yet. But Michael was in the middle of it and seems wrong and selfish to talk about Gadreel’s own issue.

Michael doesn’t stand, but he lets his wings trail down along the ground. He doesn’t have armor on him. He looks terrible. And somehow more beautiful than Gadreel has ever seen him before. It strange to look down at him.

“How are you, Michael?” he asks gently.

“I’m fine, Gadreel,” Michael smiles. “I’m glad to see you unharmed.”

Too bad Gadreel can’t say the same about Michael. His wounds are fading, but they are so many. And his wings are damaged so badly and… there is something else about them but Gadreel can’t put his finger on it.

“Wish I could be here,” oh how he wishes he could take at least few of all this arrows and spears instead. Michael nods and smiles again, a streak of blood leaves the corner of his mouth. “I wish I were here,” he repeats. “But why am I here now?”

Gabriel and his strange choice of words made Gadreel worried.

“Because Heaves still need you,” Michael averts his eyes for a moment. “Father had doubts about you, but I didn’t. I showed him how much I trust you.”

He winces in pain and his right hand grasps his left shoulder.

“What did you do?” Gadreel asks.

For some reason, he feels like he’s not going to like the answer.

“Father took my wing as payment for your transgression. And…” Michael stops.

Gadreel can’t believe he hasn’t noticed. He walks behind Michael and what he sees makes him sick. One of upper wings was torn out with meat and the broken bone sticks out. It looks infected too. Ragged edges are of dark red color. Just how bad does it hurt?

He goes down on one knee and his hand stops inches away from it. The scorching heat is coming from it. His dry throat gets even dryer.

“And what, Michael? What were you going to say?” he urges, though he’s afraid to hear it.

Michael’s shoulder rise and fall as breaths evenly.

“And… if you misstep again, I’ll pay for it,” he speaks quietly and, while Gadreel’s heart is breaking to pieces, adds. “I agreed to it because I know you won’t betray me. And if, by some cruel twist of fate, you do, then I’ll deserve it. I trust you, Gadreel. And we need you. Don’t worry, the wing will grow back,” he promises.

Tears flood angel’s sight. This is too much. Why didn’t Father take a wing out of his spine instead? He’s sure it would hurt less. What did he do to earn such trust from Michael? The worst thing is that he can’t even be grateful for this sacrifice, because… because it wasn’t just an honest mistake.

Gadreel is ashamed. So ashamed that he can’t keep Michael in the dark, no matter how cruel the truth is.

“I never wanted it would come to this, but I wanted them to be free,” he confesses. “They weren’t just animals, they had a right to choose… You… you shouldn’t have defended me. I am guilty. I let it happen.”

It’s too late for this. Michael has already suffered the consequences of his decision. Gadreel doesn’t know what to expect. He’s ready to be thrown back in his cell. He’s ready for Michael to smite him. But Michael is silent, unmoving like a stone, only blood and cold sweat are dripping down his back. Has he even heard him?

“Michael?” he calls uncertain.  No response, as if Michael is not here at all. Gadreel, as carefully as he can, puts his hand on the stiff heated shoulder. “Please, say something,” he begs.  

Silence is too heavy, so when it breaks - it hits Gadreel hard.

“I don’t have anything else to say. What’s done is done.”

Michael’s voice is quiet, shaky but clean from emotions other than pain. Something shifts in Gadreel’s perception. The wound grows, consuming all the space he has in sight and it feels like his fingers drown in this horrible burning bloody abyss. He jerks his hand back and misses the way Michael shudders at the loss of contact.  

“I… I’ll leave you then,” there is nothing else Gadreel can offer, so he turns and goes.

He’s sure he imagines a hitched breath from behind. He hopes he imagines something that sounds like suppressed crying. Michael doesn’t cry. Never. But Gadreel’s thoughts chant a meaningless prayer: ‘God, Lord, Father our holy…’- and he tries hard not to turn back and gather Michael in his arms and never let go, tries harder not to run back, fall on his knees and cover Michael’s hands with kisses, like he wanted for most part of his life.

He leaves and Michael doesn’t stop him.

Oh Lord, oh Lord, Father our holy…

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