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[dityop]

Los Angeles Gravel Landscape Design ideas for a large traditional full sun backyard gravel formal garden in spring.

[astra-ravana]

[st-hedge]

“Re the wooooah!! See?“ Bit and showing us creature like neat stick. This is literally why I follow you, even though I only really know dmc and a little bit of Zelda. I'm just exited to see what new sad sack of issues you find to parade around for us. Love it, thanks for the enrichment of my dash.

SJDJDJDJDJDJ SAD SACK OF ISSUES! beautiful wording. Poetry. Well I’m really glad the enthusiasm carries across and there’s at least a theme of a sort going on

[houseofcatwic]

[antirepurp]

the part in rhythm and balance where the lyrics are "shadow don't make me upset // i don't wanna hear you." that part is my everything. and i want it to be actual words that maria said to him at some point, in a context that isn't pretty nor makes them somehow feel more okay when you know it. i want those words to be fueled by something unkind and impatient and frustrated, and i want them to have left such a mark on shadow, a being created for maria's sake, that he recalls them clearly 50 years later and after having his memories fucked with. you don't want to upset your sister lest you fail at the one thing you were created to excel at. you don't want to argue back at her. you are hers and hers only and you should be acting the part

[existentialcrisistime]

quote of the day from me, which was frankly an inspired turn of phrase even if I do say so myself

[scribefindegil]

the quilting techniques English Paper Piecing and Foundation Paper Piecing have deceptively similar names for things that are at polar opposite ends of the quilting spectrum. English Paper Piecing is hand work based on the repetition of tileable geometries, whereas for Foundation Paper Piecing you need to feed your sewing machine some kind of arcane sigil that I’m pretty sure refracts the laws of space and time.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

I think one of my most ridiculous "it all comes back to f/o" connections is every time I see a photo of a suburb with hedges and picket fences and a nice sidewalk, Especially if it's autumn, I will immediately think of Michael Myers 🙈🤦‍♂️

[jelliebeanbitch]

@mundies-treasure-hoard

Brambly Hedge Mouse House // AnvilWood

[neverendingford]

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[arinaysays]

Natural - Beach Style Pool Mid-sized beach style backyard brick and kidney-shaped natural pool photo

[felixandresims]

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

You will get:

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

Wrought Iron Gate and Fence

Hydrangea Bush and Potted Hydrangea

Cone-shaped Topiary and Potted Version

Different Hedge Pieces

Potted Citrus Tree

Timber Panelling

Plaster Walls with Trim

Adam Style Wall with Decals for extra Decoration

Curtains for all three Wall Heights

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

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

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

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

Lots of Love,

Felix xxx

[veshkashaw]

Exterior Stucco in Los Angeles Mid-sized modern white two-story stucco exterior home idea

[ace-trainer-risu]

I texted my dad "guess what I did!" and he responded "murder?" so I think that tells you a lot about why I am the way I am

[beloveds-embrace]

NORTHERN DUKE KÖNIG STEALING DUCHESS PRICE PT 2 !! Where he finally puts his plans into action and maybe gets a moment alone with the duchess and confesses his feelings and maybe she tells him she's been wanting an escape because she's been trapped in a loveless marriage and has lost hope on John ever loving her so she's 100% on board with his plan. Maybe König even tells her that he doesn't believe in the rumors of her being barren, that he thinks it's John whose infertile only for the duchess to reveal she hasn't slept with John at all and idk maybe Konig becomes angry with how neglected she's been and makes an intense vow to never leave her unsatisfied.. mentally, emotionally, physically 😏.

The garden was silent beneath the heavy cloak of snow, save for the crunch of your boots as you followed Duke König down the winding path. Lanterns lit the walkway, their golden glow casting long shadows against the frost-kissed hedges and frozen roses.

It was beautiful. Quiet. Safe.

But your pulse pounded in your ears. König hadn’t spoken since he’d asked you to walk with him, and the weight of his silence filled the space between you like smoke.

You stopped beside a stone bench, your breath curling in the cold air. “Your Grace?”

He turned sharply at the sound of your voice, his pale blue eyes catching the light and glowing like ice under a full moon. For the first time, you saw something raw there- uncertainty, vulnerability, and something far more dangerous simmering beneath the surface.

“I cannot keep this to myself any longer, Duchess,” He said, voice low and rough.

Your lips parted, but he stepped closer, towering over you with a presence that stole your breath.

“I have tried to resist it,” König continued. “To be honorable, to keep my distance- but it is impossible when every moment apart from you feels like torment.” His gloved hand brushed your cheek, hesitant and reverent, as though he thought you might disappear if he touched you too firmly.

You shivered, not from the cold, but from the intensity in his gaze.

“Your Grace…”

“Tell me I am not mad,” he pleaded, soft and fervent. “Tell me I am not imagining this connection between us.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, and your throat tightened. “You’re not.” You whispered.

Relief washed over him like a crashing wave, but it didn’t temper the fire in his eyes. He cupped your face with both hands, his calloused thumbs brushing over your skin as if memorizing the very shape of you.

“Then come with me,” he said fiercely. “Let me take you away from all of this.”

Your breath hitched, eyes wide. “You mean… leave John?”

His lips curled in frustration. “A man who does not deserve you,” he snapped. “Who parades you around as a trophy while the world whispers lies about you. Who neglects you so cruelly that you-” He stopped, exhaling sharply as if the thought pained him. “You deserve more.”

You swallowed, your voice trembling. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t hold back the next words that poured out. How many nights have you spent in the aching loneliness of your bedroom, aware that your husband merely tolerated you out of necessity and nothing else?

“I know.”

König froze, searching your face. “You… know?”

You nodded, tears finally spilling down your cheeks. “I’ve wanted to escape for so long. I just… I didn’t think anyone would ever care enough to take me away.”

His expression twisted, anguished and furious. “Care enough?” he repeated, dangerous. “I would burn kingdoms for you.”

A sob broke from your throat, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him, letting him pull you into the warmth of his embrace. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he could shield you from the world. There was something so delightful, so safe, in the way he held you so wholly- hiding you in his arms from all the world.

“But what if the rumors are true?” you whispered against his chest, saying aloud the doubts that have started to take root in your mind from hearing all the rumors swirling about you. “What if I can’t give you the future you want? What if I can’t give you children?”

König pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands bracketing your face. “I don’t believe the rumors,” he said firmly. “Not for a second. It is Price who is unworthy- he is the one who has failed you, mein Liebe, not the other way around.”

You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping you. “He hasn’t failed me because we’ve never even tried.”

König stilled, his eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”

You looked away, ashamed. “We’ve never lain together. Not once.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

König’s hands dropped to his sides, his shoulders trembling with barely contained rage. “Not once?”

You flinched at the venom in his tone, but when you looked back at him, there was no anger directed at you- only heartbreak.

“He’s treated you like this?” König growled. “As though you are unworthy of his attention, his affection? Like a possession to be displayed but never cherished?”

The tears were freely flowing now, and no verbal confirmation was needed.

A guttural sound rumbled in König’s chest, his fury barely leashed. “He has neglected you. Deprived you.” His voice dropped, dangerously soft. “I swear to you, I will never make that mistake.”

You blinked up at him, startled.

He stepped closer, his presence alone overwhelming. “I will never leave you unsatisfied- mentally, emotionally, or physically.” His voice was a vow, sharp and unyielding, not allowing any space for doubt. “You will never have to wonder if you are loved, worshiped.”

The heat in his words sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn’t step away. If anything, you leaned closer, tearful eyes wide.

“Say you’ll come with me,” König urged, his thumb brushing away your tears. “Say you’ll let me take you away from this emptiness and give you the life you deserve. Be my Duchess.”

Your breath caught. This was a horrible decision- you couldn’t imagine what would be said about you, about König, what your parents might do, what John might do-

“Yes.”

König didn’t wait. His lips crashed against yours, fierce and desperate, as though he’d been holding himself back for far too long. You melted into him, clutching at his coat as he deepened the kiss, claiming you with every stroke and sigh.

When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged, and his eyes burned with promise.

“Two days from now,” he said. “I will send that Narr your divorce papers, and I will take you away from this nightmare.”

And for the first time in years, hope bloomed in your chest.

[my-castles-crumbling]

walburga black - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - tw: walburga black's a+ parenting - word count: 461

Regulus could count on one hand the times he’d seen James Potter angry. There was that time he’d lost a Quidditch game on a technicality- he’d grumbled and glowered for over an hour- but even then James hadn’t been truly furious. He was too ridiculously good to get mad. He was sunshine in human form- it was one of the reasons Regulus felt so safe with him. James never brought forth the haunting feeling of sick dread that was commonplace in Regulus’s childhood. So it was quite jarring when, during what felt like a casual conversation, he saw flames of fury erupt behind the older boy’s eyes.

“Hmm..what’s your boggart?” Regulus had asked softly. It was quite a personal question, but at this point, there wasn’t much that was taboo between them. They were laying on a little patch of grass on the grounds, basking in the sun, fingers interlocked as they pointed out shapes in the clouds. It was the most disgustingly domestic thing Regulus had ever done, and he was loving it far too much.

James had taken a lot of time to think before answering. “I haven’t checked in a while,” he’d hedged, sounding nervous. “Last time I looked, it was…my friends. Saying they didn’t care anymore.”

Regulus had nodded silently. That made sense. James loved fiercely, and he’d told Regulus before that he secretly feared not being enough. But his wording had made it seem like something might’ve changed. “But you think it’s different now?”

The older boy then made a small noise of agreement. “I think it’d probably be you. Leaving or…or dead.”

And Regulus had blinked, trying not to show the way this made him want to both jump with joy and sob with grief. The fact that James cared so deeply for him was amazing, but the fact that he thought Regulus could ever leave? Madness.

But then James asked the question: “And you?”

Regulus’s response had been instantaneous. He wasn’t afraid of much, but he knew his boggart wouldn’t change anytime soon. “My mother,” he’d whispered softly.

And that was when the anger had appeared. James was enraged. He quickly sat up, turning to face Regulus, who sat up slowly as well. Even though he knew the anger wasn’t directed at him, it was a bit scary to see James set his jaw and grit his teeth and clench his hands into fists.

“I…” the Gryffindor murmured, and Regulus was shocked to see tears in his eyes, “I’ll fucking kill her.”

A small smile forming on his face, Regulus let out a flat chuckle. “Get in line,” he mumbled.

But as James reached for him, pulling him into a protective hug, Regulus had to admit: a protective James was also kind of hot.