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[simminginstars]

1 week after the 'hacking incident'

perhaps willow has come up with the best plan ever? or should they just stop making plans all together ? considering how well the last one went

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[silverseaming]

Quiet means something different in Winter. It’s not only the absence of sound but the absence of movement, as if the whole world has burrowed away into hibernation. Even before the first snow the ground is frost-hard and branches are bare of leaves. It’s peaceful, strangely. Perhaps that’s the reason Kit finds himself still sat in the barn, long after he should have gone in for the night. It’s never intentional, the one more job after dinner that turns into just go to bed without me, love, I won’t be long, but it’s become all too frequent. He’s managed to convince himself that it’s easier than going back inside, lying awake next to Meg and feeling so utterly helpless. Knowing that she’s unhappy and being utterly powerless to make it better.

Something about the almost painful prickling of cold on his cheeks and fingers brings him back to himself, a tether, of sorts. It’s not enough to keep him aware of his surroundings though, and the sound of boots on the barn floor is a surprise. Meg stands in the doorway, shivering slightly despite the shawl wrapped over her nightgown. She’s almost ghostly, hovering at the edge of Kit’s vision until he turns to look at her.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” She asks tentatively. There’s something more than concern in her voice that Kit can’t quite make out.

“Of course, love. Right away.” The response is flat, a reflex; the words leave his mouth before he can think of anything better to say. What else can he say? That seeing her upset feels like it will break him, but the guilt of shying away is breaking him more?

“Really, Kit? I went to bed, and when I woke up you still weren’t there.” It’s resignation, that’s what he’d missed. Tired acceptance of some painful fact. She continues with an even smaller voice: “It’s alright if you don’t want to— but please come inside, it’s too cold to stay out here.”

Suddenly Kit looks up at Meg anew — this isn’t his Meg, who would lovingly scold him for catching his death and then drag him to the house by an arm. This Meg puts on a brave face, but she’s been strung out by disappointment. How could you have left her alone?

“Oh, love.” Kit stands to take her hand, her fingers are ice cold. “Love, it’s not that I don’t want to, I promise.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t blame you, I’ve failed you—” Meg’s voice trembles slightly. It feels like someone’s plunged a fist into Kit’s chest and closed it around his heart.

“Don’t you dare say that, Meg. If anyone’s failed anyone, I’ve failed you.” Words have never come easily or eloquently, and they seem to stick in the back of his throat, coming out painful and thick. “I— I can’t stand seeing you sad like this, and there’s nothing I can do to make it better, and— hell, if I could just give you a child I would, but I can’t. ”

“I’m not asking you for a child, Kit, you silly man. At least not like that.” Meg can’t help a small damp giggle. “I’m just asking my husband to be here. With me. To come to bed and hold me like he used to. If you think you can manage that, we can take care of the rest later.”

“Of course, my love.” This time Kit means it. He reaches a hand to Meg’s cheek, tracing it gently. Once again he wonders how he could have stayed away from her. The cold of the stable floor is a poor substitute for her warmth curled into him, the grounding pricks of frost nothing compared to Meg’s hands tangled in his hair. Every other thought pales in comparison, even the gnawing guilt-creature nestled at the pit of his stomach quiets. There will be plenty of time to feel it all later. “Forgive me, I should never have left you alone.”

“You’re forgiven, Mr Calloway. As long as you come in now, before you catch your death out here.” That's more of his Meg, though far softer and more tender than he deserves as she leans into his touch.

“Never mind me catching my death, you’re not wearing nearly enough.” Kit pulls Meg close as they wander back towards the farmhouse. She fits just right against him, still shivering slightly.

“That’s because I was sleeping, as you should have been.” Meg reproaches, though she nestles in tighter, hair tickling the side of Kit’s neck as she leans into his shoulder. “Anyway, I shan’t catch my death. Then what would you and Daisy do without me?”

“You make a good point, love,” Kit chuckles softly.

In their bedroom the fire is just going out, casting the whole room in a rosy glow. Meg’s head rests on Kit’s pyjama-striped shoulder. Tiredness is beginning to tug at the edges of his awareness, but it’s a pleasant, languid sensation.

“Kit?”

“Yes, love?” Kit murmurs.

“Do you promise not to do that again?” Meg asks, suddenly serious.

“I promise.” Cross my heart and hope to die.

“Good.”

When Meg pulls him down for a kiss Kit feels he might just die right there, never mind about his promise. Her lips are warm and gently and relieved and it’s so right. Not for the first time the only thought he can muster is to thank God for giving him Margaret Eliza.

[pixelatedblues]

Part 1: Stuck in a Cycle

track 1

transcript below the cut

Linley: HE'S SO CUTE BEAU

Beau: He's annoying. 

Lin: He's so into you.

Beau: I just said he's annoying

Lin: You have the upper hand here mama!

Beau: But at what cost Lin?

Lin: I don't know! Someone in this household should be getting dick 

Beau: what a thing to say

Lin: HE WANTS YOU SO BAD AND UR MAD AT ME

Lin: come’ere come’ere come’ere

beau: I don't want your wet hands on ME

Lin: come here

Beau: Ack!

Lin: Come! Here!

Beau: Why are you like this? I don't need a peptalk.

Lin: Yes you do, actually

Lin: Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss

Beau and Linley together: Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss

Lin: Yeah, you know I'm sugary sweet Baby boy, gon' rot your teeth like what

Beau: I can't with you

[honeyjars-sims]

3.33 Maybe There's a Reason

Today Lucy asked me to have lunch with her, but first she wants to stop by the new employee daycare on the second floor and see how her kids’ first day is going.

“It’s their first time being away from family,” she tells me as we walk towards the classroom. “Christopher and I want them to get used to being around other kids, so they’ll be coming here for a few hours a couple of days a week.”

“I’m sure it’s easier for you being close by,” I say. 

“Yeah, it’s nice being able to pop in and see them. I’m trying not to be too overbearing, though.”

Lucy opens the door to the classroom and two brown-haired toddlers make a beeline for her. They have the same face with bright blue eyes and round cheeks and Lucy has them dressed in coordinating outfits–one in blue with his hair slicked back and the other in brown with hair grazing his forehead.

She crouches down and pulls them both in for hugs. “How are my boys?”

“Mama, we missed you!” The one in brown, whose name I learn is Seth, exclaims.

“You Mama friend?” The other twin, Reese, asks me.

“No way, she has cooties!” 

Reese starts giggling. “Mama cooties, mama cooties!” he chants. Lucy picks him up. 

“This is Johnny,” she tells Reese. “He’s actually the cootie monster.” Reese giggles some more. 

“Well, if Sunny Side ever goes under at least we know we can make toddlers laugh,” I quip.

“That’s not exactly hard to do. Reese laughs every time he passes gas.”

“Same, dude, same.”

Lucy says her goodbyes to the boys and we start heading out to the food stall. 

“It seems like things are going well with the students,” Lucy tells me on the way. “Everyone seems to be fitting in well.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool people,” I reply.

“They’re all really nice,” Lucy affirms. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“I might be reading into things too much, but things seem a little tense with you and Lexie.”

“First of all, that’s not a question,” I reply as Lucy cuts her eyes at me. “Secondly, you’re right, there has been some tension, but we’re working through it.”

“Well, whatever is going on, it doesn’t seem to have affected either of your work. I just want to check in with you and make sure everything is okay.”

I think back to my previous conversation with Lucy when she said I can talk to her if I need to. “The truth is, Lexie and I were in a relationship but we broke up last Spring,” I say.

“Wait, I thought she was a lesbian?”

“Well, that’s why we broke up.”

“Oh. Ohhh.”

“Yeah. I took it pretty hard…I dropped out of school because I couldn’t face her,” I admit. “But she’s a really great person. It’s been nice getting to know her again as a friend.”

“That’s good! Maybe there’s a reason she showed up here. Maybe it’s a sign that it’s time to move past all the hurt feelings.”

“Maybe so.”

“Oh, hey, Paul and I are planning a little camping trip in a couple of weeks and I was going to invite you and some of our coworkers along. If you’re interested, maybe you can invite Lexie. It might be a good opportunity for you two to interact outside of work without things being too awkward.”

“Yeah, sure, why not,” I tell her.

While Lucy orders her lunch, I reflect on my last camping trip with Lexie. It didn’t exactly go well, but maybe it will be different now. 

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[loginlust]

Blog 002 - Girl, Stop Bragging!

Blog 002: Girl, Stop Bragging!

Tawana and I had a good 30 mintues for our lunch break. We didn't work at the same job or have similar positions, but we worked a few storefronts apart and timed our breaks for some girl time. Meeting in the city for a bite was our go-to.

She is a receptionist for an accountant, and I work as a artistic graphic designer for a small newspaper. You know doing the logos and all of that jazz? It wasn't glamorous, but it paid my rent.

Tawana went on and on about being a newlywed and mentioned her upcoming housewarming party. Eric and Tawana just moved into a brand new home. Like girl, stop bragging....I get it, you're happy.

She suggested I bring a date along and mentioned Cesar. She talked about how something casual can grow and yada-yada-yada. I guess since she has the "perfect marriage" she can't stop dishing out advice.

I'm not trying to be a hater but its becoming very insensitive and she's doing way too much.

Shannon

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Jordan called her back that evening after all the kids had been settled down.

“Thank you for that. He was so upset. He was trying to tell me something when she took his phone, and he’s been holding it in for three days.”

“I know,” Maria said. “I could see that on his face.” She inhaled sharply. “But Colette is gonna kill me. I wonder if she’s seen me at the hotel? I wonder if she remembers who I am?”  

“Let me worry about Colette,” he said. “It was a good idea. We told her there was a tutor at the arts center, and he used their phone to call me.” 

“Did she believe that?” 

“For now. Well, now she wants the name of some poor arts center tutor who doesn’t exist, but that should hold for a while.”

“Okay, but I’m still gonna look over my shoulder everywhere I go.”

“She won’t lay a finger on you as long as I’m alive,” he said. “You are an angel on earth. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Those are some big words, mister.” 

“Yeah,” he laughed, feeling shy now. But he wasn’t going to hide from that feeling. He needed her like he needed the wide world to roam in, like he needed new horizons, fresh air, open skies, like he needed his kids to believe in him, like he needed time to just stop and wait. He had to figure out a way to make it all work. “I mean it, though. I need you. Please don’t give up on me.” 

“I’m not,” she said. “I won’t.” 

— from “boxes and squares #4.2: then have some faith” (4/5)

Tonight’s update is little, but potent. But if you need more, the full chapter is now live on the blog! ;)

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Somehow, Dina and Don found themselves at the local arcade—because nothing says ‘totally not suspicious’ like grabbing ice cream and playing skeeball with your ahem ‘good friend.’ 🍦🎯 Maybe they’re reliving the good ol’ days... or maybe they’re just enjoying a rare moment without Morty or the kids around. Either way, they’re definitely up to something. 😉

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[BNTS] Cutie poses #10

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- 6 Single Poses

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stuck in my head ⭑.ᐟ

Kairen literally dreads waking up early and having to work at the academy under Lark who is much like a father figure to him at this point. His job at the academy is to just help other shadows like himself prepare for their roles and futures doing the dirty work under the Grimreaper now since they've crossed over however, he can't bear it…he doesn't understand why he has to lie to them when he knows himself exactly how people like him are treated. In this world shadows are considered cursed…the broken ones…the ones who never make it out and it's something that keeps him closed off to the possibility of ever having the future he thought he would. He knows of the city where shadows hide or are transported out of Ravenwood because they've gone mad…crazed..and seek other resources to cope. Kairen keeps his emotions locked up and buried because it's easier that way and hurts less for those around him knowing he might never be able to provide someone what they deserve. The only thing that seems to make his time at the academy bearable is being able to see Iris and tease her about how late she is to every scheduled class, her messy bedhead, her bratty attitude, and how short she is. He's known her since Lark brought her in one winter not giving the details of her past and how she came about and he's never bothered to cross that boundary knowing that some things are better left unsaid.

[silverseaming]

wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart, when you go what you leave is is a work of art, on my chest, on my heart