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matan4il · 5 months

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Hello hello, sending hugs as always!

I was hoping you maybe be able to give me some inspiration for a small series of food photos I'm assembling for Channukah! I'm doing an 8 part series celebrating the different groups within Judaism to 1. Be loudly and proudly Jewish at this current time, and 2. raise awareness for non-ashki Jews. In the UK it's super hard to find many non ashki peeps which makes it hard to chat to people about other classic Channukah foods, but I was wondering if you knew of any particularly good ones (that aren't latke or sufganiyot)? Would hugely appreciate any suggestions you have!!

Hi darling, sending you the biggest hugs right back! <3

Oooh, Hanukkah foods! I'm not gonna lie, some of my fave Jewish foods come from this holiday. With your permission, I'll give a small introduction, just for anyone reading, who might be unfamiliar with Hanukkah, and curious... and also talk about some of the lesser known Hanukkah food traditions among European Jews, too.

So during Hanukkah, we celebrate a miracle that happened with the oil at the Temple in Jerusalem. After the Jews defeated the occupying Greek forces that had desecrated our Temple, we wanted to light again the eternal flame of the Menorah (the Temple candelabra) with olive oil, but after the destruction caused by the Greek forces, there was only enough left for one day, and it would take 8 days to get more oil. The miracle is that somehow, that small amount of oil lasted for the whole 8 days, meaning the light didn't go out again. To remember this miracle, we eat food fried in oil! Being Jewish is so good for your health. XD

In shops and bakeries around Israel, there are already sufganiot being sold. They are YUMMY, and while some people call them "the Jewish donuts," I can say that after having eaten American donuts, I def think sufganiot are way yummier (in part 'coz they're not as "heavy" because the dough it's made of is fluffier? More... airy? Not sure how to say it, but I hope you get the idea). Also, you don't get robbed, because someone made a hole in the middle of the sufgania, taking out nearly half of it. The traditional type has strawberry jam injected inside, and sugar powder on top, but in Israel there are some crazy fancy kinds, and every year they seem to become more extravagant.

Traditional sufganiot (you can see a bit of the jam on top, but half the fun is biting and getting to the "treasure" of lots of jam at the center of the sufgania):

Fancy sufganiot:

Then there's the latkes, or as they're called in Hebrew, levivot. They're like savoury pancakes made out of potatoes, and obviously they're fried in oil.

In many Jewish communities, there was a custom of giving kids special pocket money for Hanukkah. In Israel, this "money" is given in the form of chocolate "coins." I freaking loved this as a kid! It was fun unwrapping the "coins," eating the chocolate, and then (assuming I was careful when peeling them off), make a collection of the different "coins," or just play with the wrap.

Greek Jews used to make a bread from potatoes and yogurt:

Georgian Jews made levivot out of corn flour (sometimes filled with cheese), or out of potatoes AND nuts, giving it the shape of a big omelette. Here's the corn flour version:

Czech Jews had a custom saying goose is the best meat, so for Hanukkah, they often ate goose related dishes. For example, they would make levivot from potatoes, eggs, sugar, lemon and goose fat.

French and Swiss Jews would make levivot out of apples.

The Jews of Iraq, Algeria and Buchara (which is in Uzbekistan) used to put the Hanukkah pocket money for the kids inside honey cakes. In Algeria and Buchara they also sometimes made levivot with meat added inside.

The Jews of Romania and Austria used to light potato Hanukkah candles! This was likely because they were so poor. Still, a pretty cool thing, when you can light your candle, and eat it (or at least a part of it), too.

In northern Africa, Jews used to make a type of cookie called Debla (sometimes nicknamed "dough roses"), which originated in Libya. They're usually eaten with a sweet syrup. It's more of a Purim dish (the equivalent of Hamantaschen), but was sometimes prepared for Hanukkah as well. Traditional Debla:

And a slightly "fancier" Israeli version:

Okay, maybe my fave Hanukkah dish! It's called sfinge (the 'ge' is pronounced like in "sponge"), and it's basically the Moroccan sufgania, which later became popular among Tunisia and Libya Jews, too. It can be round with a hole in the middle, it can be in the shape of a ball, while Libyan Jews make it flat. It's eaten with either honey or sugar powder, but again, in Israel fancier versions developed... I'm not a great cook, so IDK to explain why, but it's even fluffier than the sufgania, and that's why it's my personal fave.

Traditional sfinge with honey:

With sugar powder:

Israelis always having to make everything fancier:

They even made a savoury version of flat sfinge...

I hope this helps! Have a wonderful day, darling! xoxox

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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Title: Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: King!Steve x Royal!female!Reader, brief appearance from Natasha

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Georgian-but-quasi-American royal AU. You came into the betrothal with no illusions to the situation – yours was a marriage to ensure the continuation of many generations of alliance and peace between your respective kingdoms. Very early, however, you learn what your royal union truly means to you both.

Content Warnings: politically arranged marriage, reluctant pining, SMUT (rough fucking, p in v, oral – female receiving, fluffy fucking, nipple play)

Additional Notes: The eighth and final offering in my 2022 Holiday Extravaganza. Just a smutty one-shot here with a smattering of situation painting/plot and relationship development. Did I think we were going to end up with this much Steve for the HE? Nope! But here we are, yet again ahaha. I had closed my laptop and gotten up to go to bed, had this idea while brushing my teeth, and sat back down and typed for an hour, then have been feverishly returning to it as I had the time. So I hope you enjoy, dear reader.

Music Ficspiration: Big God by Florence + the Machine, I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face from My Fair Lady, Better Love by Hozier, Movement by Hozier, So Real by Jeff Buckley, Lover, You Should’ve Come Over by Jeff Buckley

“Your Majesty,” one of your ladies in waiting enters your bedchambers and sweeps into a curtsy.

“Yes?” you prompt, turning in your chair to look at her directly instead of through mirror of the vanity.

“His Majesty the King has returned.”

You nod, “Thank you. You may retire for the evening.”

She curtsies again, bowing her head, and then leaves, closing the door softly behind her. You sigh, turning back properly in your chair so your lady in waiting, the Duchess Natalia, can resume taking down your hair.

“Your Majesty?” she prompts, noting your sigh.

“It’s good to hear the king is back.”

“He will undoubtedly request an audience with you tomorrow,” she says. She is far too observant and already knows you too well.

She is also mercifully diplomatic, discreet, and a confidant who listens and doesn’t needle you or pry, so she continues letting out the braids, letting you muse on your own and only speak further if you want to.

You don’t want to.

The product of a long-arranged betrothal to bring peace between two countries, you had accepted your fate, resigned to be a good and dutiful queen. You were not to inherit a throne in your own country, had known that from birth with two older brothers, and you had grown up ready to embrace duty and opportunity. On arriving in the kingdom of Brooklyn as the future queen, your interactions with King Steven had been limited, but pleasant. They had been sufficient for you to be secure in your hope that it would be a good union, no need to worry about him being either cruel or moronic.

You had expected to be wedded and bedded. What you had not expected was to actually fall for him after the wedding ceremony and royal festivities when the two of you had taken the custom ten-day royal honeymoon to the palace in the north of his country by the lakes. The first night, of course, you’d consummated the union. The first few days you had been tentative in each other’s company. But with few staff, few interruptions, no royal obligations, only time really to yourselves – dining together, walking in the gardens, riding in the forest, in your bedchambers… you had grown close, and you had dangerously started to lose your heart to him.

Then you had been sent back to court while he had to depart directly to attend to matters in California in Stark’s kingdom. Two weeks had stretched to three, and the longer he was absent, the more you missed him, spurring you to grow more irritated at your naivety for developing more tender feelings for him than just that of the dutiful wife and queen you were supposed to and had intended to be.

No, here you sat, hoping your husband would summon you on the morrow, as you could not simply turn up in his royal presence, even though you were queen. Indeed, you could go anywhere else in this kingdom, had the company of many – some only because they had to or were courting your favor, but enough warm and developing relationships throughout the court – but not the one person you now yearned for.

You had been prepared all your life to marry a king and not to grow sentimentally attached to him as your husband. You felt like such a fool, pining when you had been perfectly fine and content in your life a mere six weeks ago.

There are voices outside your bedchamber and you and Natasha exchange perplexed looks. Just as she turns toward the door, it bursts open, the king entering without hesitation. He takes in the scene then quickly strides forward.

Natasha quickly drops into the customary curtsy. “Your Majesty,” she says.

You should have risen from your spot and greeted him as well, but your heart has jumped into your throat, and you are momentarily frozen.

The king is across the room and standing next to you by the time Natasha rises back to her full stature. He reaches out for the brush in her hand, and you catch the nearly imperceptible lift of the corners of her lips in a smile as she gives it to him.

“Duchess, you may go, I will take over.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

She makes to curtsy again before exiting, but he waves her off. “Go,” he commands, impatiently but somehow without any irritation, and she heeds his wishes and departs immediately.

Wordlessly, he steps right up behind you. You suppose you shouldn’t have been surprised he came to you. You belong to him, and he’s been denied by proximity for three weeks. He pulls all your hair into his left hand, then, holding it, works the brush through it with his right hand, starting at the bottom, moving up a little at a time. You marvel at how gently and methodically he works through your locks, almost reverently. Neither of you speak as he brushes your hair. You study him in the mirror. He’s concentrated fully on his task. Coming to a finish, he finally meets your gaze in the mirror, and the look in his eyes is intense. He sets the brush on the dressing table and sweeps your hair to one side, exposing your neck and he leans down to press a long, heated kiss to your delicate skin. You shiver as he follows this with shorter kisses trailing down your neck to the juncture where it meets shoulder, and it’s a sensitive point that draws a sigh from your lips.

He stands up straight and urges you to turn in your chair and face him. His fingers possessively trace along your jaw, tilting your chin up. “Did you miss your king?”

You couldn’t say you missed your husband and not your king, not yet, so instead of mincing words or spinning together something else true enough to say, you bring your hand up over his, and turn your head to press a kiss into the palm of his hand.

You try to move to kneel before him, but he says, “Oh no,” instead insisting on luring you up and pulling you into a kiss, fully flush against his body, and he leads you in no uncertain terms to the bed, shoving you down to sit at the foot of the mattress. He draws back and both of you are panting heavily. He stands between your legs, and he doesn’t take his eyes off your as he pulls his tunic up over his head and drops it to the floor. His breeches quickly follow, and his cock springs free, hard, and ready to take you. Already breathing heavily, you’re able to hide your reaction somewhat – which is a confusing mixture of both excitement and trepidation.

He urges you to scoot back, crawling up to join you,

Midway up the bed, he presses on your shoulder, “Lay back for me. “

He rucks up your nightgown around your hips, and crawls over you, using one hand to guide himself into your already slickening folds before caging you in on either side of your head and thrusting deep inside your cunt, filling you completely with the first thrust.

He adopts a frenzied pace to fuck you. It’s hard and fast. He’s no longer looking at you, his head dropped and buried into the crook of your neck. You can’t catch your breath. This isn’t what you wanted.

He holds your thigh up around his narrow waist, spearing into you again and again, his fingers digging into your flesh with a bruising force. You let out a quiet sob and he abruptly stills, raising his head to look at you, but you can’t look at him.

You’re not fast enough to brush away the tears though, and you know he sees them slowly rolling down your cheeks, tears you had fought to keep at bay.

He utters your name as if in pain and draws away completely, sitting back on his heels.

You turn away, rolling to your side, feeling so much more of you has been exposed than merely your naked body before him.

After a moment that stretches on between the two of you, his fingers tenderly caress your calf. He murmurs your name tentatively this time, a question.

You sense him shift on the bed, and suddenly you feel him behind you. You are wrapped in on yourself, but his hand brushes softly from your elbow to your shoulder. He lingers there for a moment, then you feel him shift behind you again, and he props himself up, so he can look down at you over your shoulder, and his hand moves purposefully now to your cheek to wipe away your tears. He plants a kiss on your shoulder. Then he brings his hand back to your shoulder and softly urges you to roll toward him so you’re on your back again and he can look directly at you again.

“That was too rough. You are a queen and deserve better treatment from a king.”

You turn your head away. “No, it’s not…” You bite your lip. Even the way he apologized was too detached and it made your heart ache.

“Not what?”

More hot tears spill silently over your cheeks. How can you explain? You hardly understood the tempest in your heart yourself.

But then he cups the side of your face, brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek, and when he draws your gaze back to him, there is something in his eyes so searching and raw that your heart longs for more of that version of him. “It wasn’t that you were too rough, it was that I don’t want to be merely used and discarded.” Your admission is out in a rush before you could second guess your words or their consequences.

He frowns. “Far from it.”

He moves closer and plants a kiss on your forehead, then rests his forehead against yours. Eyes closed, for a moment you both simply breath each other in being that close, one of his hands still cupping your cheek. At length, he speaks again. “I was desperate for you.”

“Desperate for me?”

He breaks away and laughs softly, but there’s a pang of bitterness to it. “Yes, desperate.”

He sits up, facing away from you.

You sit up next to him, smoothing your nightdress down, unsure how to proceed, you don’t want to lose him in the present. “Steven?” you try to coax him for more.

He sighs. “I’m afraid you will find me to be a fool.”

You wait for him to continue, needing to hear what he means.

“I was serenely independent and content before we wed, and inexplicably in a matter of days you somehow seem to have seeped into my bones, because from the first of your absence my mind turned so often of you. I found myself wondering what your opinion would be, wanting you to try some of the delicacies alongside me, wishing to see your smiles and your frowns throughout the course of the day. When I returned to my chambers each night, they were empty instead of peaceful and solitary. I’d grown accustomed to your voice, accustomed to your face, accustomed to your place at my side.”

He pauses again for a moment, and his expression pained. “But it was more than accustomed – I truly yearned for you and was angry to feel so much unlike myself when I’ve ruled for more than a decade without you, lived a life I thought was very much complete before you, devoted to the crown and happy in my reign, and now…”

The sentiment lingers in the space between you. Surely, he must hear your thundering of your heart in your chest. Finally, you say, “If you’re a fool, I’m a fool.”

His head snaps to look at you.

You take a deep breath and expose your soul to him, too. “I was born and raised for our royal duties, to marry and become a useful and reliable queen. There was no question of your deep commitment to rule this kingdom dutifully as its king. In the days before we married, it was evident we had the same expectations of our union, no sentimental notions. It made sense, and we were well-matched. At our wedding, we became king and queen. Away from our royal expectations, alone with each other, I think we both fell into becoming husband and wife. I’ve yearned for you these past weeks as well, and I couldn’t abide how impossible I thought my situation was, so sure and confident I would make for a good queen but discovering I wanted more. It was only when you went away that I felt the lack of something – an affection as I’d never had before, both for you and from you.”

He turns fully toward you and kisses you again, and instead of the demand and hunger, as he kisses now it’s driven only by the unrestrained yearning he confessed and that you admitted in return.

He pulls you into his lap, and you straddle him. He breaks the kiss to rid you of your nightdress entirely now instead of only pushing it out of the way as before, and then his lips immediately seek yours again. Your arms wrap around his neck, and his broad, warm hands are splayed across your back, pressing you flush to him, and you are just as eager to feel every inch of his skin seared against yours

He pauses his kiss, both of you utterly breathless now. You put a hand on his chest over his heart. He looks down and smiles at the gesture before looking up and beaming at you, but his small falters a fraction at the concentrated look on your face.

“What is it?”

You speak the notion that’s newly bloomed in your chest. “We are the only two people in the world with whom we can be totally ourselves, husband and wife, not the king and the queen, just a man and a woman.”

He nods fervently. “A new vow then between us: to both guard and embrace this as a true and unfettered love.”

You kiss him, but he only returns it briefly before pausing it again. “Do you swear it?” he asks.

You bob your head eagerly, seeking his lips, but he grips your chin, holding you back. “Words.”

“I swear it with everything I am.”

“As do I,” he affirms, then captures your lips again with his, moving you both again, this time lowering you worshipfully to the mattress. His mouth begins moving slowly down your neck, and you shiver, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, the other clutching his muscled bicep. When he reaches the base of your neck, his tongue laves at the sweet spot he discovered there in your first precious days together, making you whimper. He then mouths at the spot and plants one more kiss there before moving lower. His lips skim lightly down your chest, kissing over where your heart is thrumming. He kisses the swell of your left breast, and then moves to mirror that action on the right. He brings his right hand up to palm one of your breasts as his tongue flicks across your nipple. He works to bring both to stiff peaks, licking and sucking the right while his hand plays with the left. Your back arches in pleasure at his ministrations.

He moves his mouth back to the other breast, and before you can think to miss his hand there, it’s confidently parting your thighs, seeking your now extremely wet folds.

“Steve.”

“That’s it, my love, let me make you feel good,” he says, and you whimper again. His fingers stroke your labia slowly. Your eyes close as he stokes your pleasure. He slips a finger into your core, pumping in and out. When he adds another finger, you can’t hold back the little noises that escape you. He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles, and those little noises morph into a moan. Steve moves up now to hover over you, watching your face as he works you up to your first climax that night. You would feel too exposed if he had studied you this way during your first days together, but your confessions tonight to each other leave you now feeling safe being so intimately on display. When you cry out, hips bucking, he continues to stroke, working you through the orgasm.

He removes his fingers, and you need the moment, but lament the emptiness. His eyes are still on your face, and when your breathing is close to normal, you open your eyes and look back at him. Then you glance lower to see he’s pumping his hard, thick member with the hand that was still glistening with your slick of arousal. His eyes are aflame with his need, and he moves in to kiss you again. You welcome it, parting your lips and sliding your tongue between his. He opens for you, and as your tongues tease and delve, you roll and hungrily push him back on the mattress.

Steve grabs your hips with both of his hands and moves your body to straddle him. In place just where he wants you, chest to chest, you drop down to your elbows, planted on either side of his head. As you continue to kiss, he presses his hand down to the base of your spine and brushes his cock temptingly against your entrance. You push your hips back against him, and his chest hums with approval.

“Please,” you plead.

He doesn’t make you ask twice, using his other hand to guide his length into your quim. He doesn’t rush this push into you, but it’s not slow. Once fully sheathed, he moves his arms to circle around your chest, holding you close to him as he sets a steady pace thrusting up into you. He swallows your moans of ecstasy. When it begins to overwhelm you, you have to break off the consuming kiss to gulp lungful’s of air. Seeing you desperate like this above him drives his voracity.

Still buried inside you, he rolls to bring you beneath him once more. You cling to his shoulders, and he continues to advance toward release for both of you. He shifts the angle of his hips, and he’s rewarded with a pure keen from you. He continues to hit the spongy spot up against your pubic bone. You sob, so close, and this time the tears are pure pleasure. He grasps at one of your hands, and your fingers twine together. A few more thrusts and your walls flutter around him and then he your orgasm hits. Your spasming channel is too much, and with a groan he spills inside you right after.

He collapses against you, and you welcome the weight of his body. You’re both quiet in your moment of satiation. Your free hand draws lazy patterns over his shoulder blade as your breathing returns to normal. You wonder if he’s going to drop off into sleep, but then he repositions slightly, and asks, “Are you comfortable?”

“Mhmm,” you respond. You’re comfortable physically and intimately in this moment with him.

He brings your joined hands to his lips, and he kisses the back of your hand, then tucks it close to his chest and begins conversing with you – about the mundane, the important, things from the past few weeks apart, and from your lives apart before. There’s more kissing, followed by more pleasure, pulling each other apart in turn, and no sleeping until long after midnight.

You groan when he wakes you at what seems to be daybreak. You close your eyes again swiftly, and open your mouth to protest, but he cups your jaw and his thumb brushes over your parted lips. “I know it’s early,” he murmurs, “but I want to have you once more while we’re alone and unbothered.”

And when he says it like that, with such tenderness and longing, you wouldn’t dream of denying it for either of you. You hope to grow accustomed to many more stolen mornings over your lifetime together now.

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Simsphony’s CC LIST - complete

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The list of CC LINKS from all the creators and packs that I have in my game is something that I wanted to do for the longest time but I've never quite had the time to do it.

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It still isn’t over!

Part 1

Young Daryl Dixon x Fem Reader

Synopsis - A story based on The Notebook,

I watched the film again recently and this idea came into my head! Daryl is in place of Noah and the reader in place of Allie. I haven’t specified the time period, but I haven’t added technology so you can place it whenever you want.

Warnings- Angst in further chapters, love, heartbreak, some smut in later chapters (not this one), fluff! All the fluff, reader is well off, Daryl is less privileged, talks of abuse, fem reader, falling in love, readers parents are controlling, cuss words, my terrible writing. Let me know if I have forgotten anything.

Word count - 3.7K

It was the last day of your senior year of high school, the beginning of the summer holidays mere hours away, this would be your last before you’d start college. The sky was crystal cerulean and there was a light breeze, although the Georgian sweltering heat was starting to seep in.

This afternoon you would be moving with your parents into your country summer home, a beautiful plantation your fathers family have owned for thirteen generations now. You’ve spent every summer there since you were born, and this one would be no exception. You yearn for it every year, a chance to get away from the bustling life of the city, to be able to relax, stick your feet in the cool lake and see all your summer friends again.

Your family was from old money, they owned the cotton plantation, where you’re spending your summer, which had always done well. Your father was a doctor and your mother had inherited a large amount from her father, who had invested heavily in businesses, ones your mother now runs. You were a part of country clubs, you never had to want for anything and you had a one way ticket to Harvard.

Life was good, today you would finish school with the highest grades, you’d have a wonderful summer in the country, before leaving for Harvard in the fall. Your life was foolproof, everything was all mapped out for you with a neat little bow and absolutely nothing could change that ………… could it?

Evening had hit by the time you reached the plantation, sunset had just passed and the sky was a wonderful array of purples and pinks. As your parents Bentley rolled to a stop you took in the house that would be your home for the next twelve weeks, oh how you’d missed this place. The main house was three stories high, there were six large pillars at the front of the house, a huge wrap around porch with a dainty staircase leading up to it. The grounds were breathtaking too, large trees, perfectly manicured lawns and gorgeous old barns.

As you exited the car your bags were already being taken into the house, your Butler Charlie informed your parents that dinner was ready waiting for you, “Miss y/l/n it’s so good to see you again, we’ve set you up in your old room, you let us know if there’s anything you need dear” Penny your main housekeeper announced. “Thank you Pen, I’ve really missed this place” you gushed. “Well you have a whole summer ahead of you here now, any plans?” She asks, “Yeah some, I am meeting my friends tomorrow for luncheon, and I have a few activity’s planned out for the upcoming weeks. I think we are all going to the fair tomorrow evening too, while it’s in town.” you answer.

“Well that sounds exciting” Penny exclaims, you give her a gentle nod and hum in agreement as you enter the house, “Well I’m going to get cleaned up for dinner, it’s great to see you again Pen” you admit “You too Miss”.

“It’s still just y/n” you laugh as you correct her.

You’d always been fond of her, she’d been with your family 16 years now. You were just a toddler when you first met. She had instantly taken to you, and you felt bonded to the women now, who felt more of a surrogate aunt than a house keeper.

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You’d just arrived home from lunch out with your girlfriends, it was so lovely to see them all again and catch up but you’d forgotten how exhausting it can be too. They’d all had twenty questions for you,

‘Where are you going to college?’

‘Are you staying the whole summer?’

‘Are you seeing anyone?’,

As they fired them at you you’d done your best to answer them all, but now your social battery was on zero. You gathered a peaceful nap and a long bath would be needed before the fair this evening. Throwing yourself down on the plush mattress you closed your eyes, letting sleep take you.

After some much needed rest you were hastily getting ready for your evening out, pulling out various outfits that you deemed suitable for a fair. You deliberated for a while, changing several times and checking your reflection in the mirror. Can’t wear a skirt someone could possibly see up it during rides, jeans would be too casual to be seen out in (or so your parents would say). So you settled on an off the shoulder black top, tucked into some wide legged beige trousers. You gave yourself a natural makeup look, curled your hair, before pinning the side up slightly. There that would do, smart casual.

You raced down the impressive staircase, grabbing your purse and giving your parents a chaste kiss on their cheeks. “I’m off out with Kimberly, Samantha and Danielle to the fair mama” you announce. “Ok have fun, but don’t be out too late, Charlie will be up to let you in” she replied sternly, all while affectionately removing a strand of hair from you face. “Ok Mama” you nod.

Arriving at the vibrant fair you took in the bright colours and the ambient glow of the golden lights. The smell of hot sugar and salty popcorn filled the air, and there was a range of happy shrieks coming from rides. “Come on y/n! What do you want to do first?” Exclaims Kim excitedly. Before you can answer Samantha’s pulling you over to the bumper carts, “Let’s ride these! While our mother’s aren’t around to tell us how improper it is!” Samantha teased. Laughing you agree quickly, she’s right of course, you should all have as much fun as you could possibly muster, while parents aren’t around.

Off in your own little world of intense fun and laughter, you don’t notice a young man’s eyes on you watching you enjoy yourself, you’re throwing your head back in giggles with no care in the world. Daryl Dixon is watching you with a fond crooked smile, before turning to his best friend Callum. “Who’s tha? The pretty gurl with Kim’s group?” He asks his friend quizzically, Callum turns following Daryl’s line of sight “That’s y/n y/l/n, she’s here for the summer with her folks, they own the Alban plantation” he answers with a knowing smirk.

“Y/n?” Daryl repeats with a smile, “I’d like ta meet her” he trailed off, watching the young woman again. “I’d forget it if I were you man, she’s clearly off limits. Rich country club girl with snobby parents, who already have her whole life mapped out for her. She probably already knows who she’s marrying” Callum expressed. “Nah I’m still gonna meet her” Daryl argued before jumping the fence as the ride was coming to a stop, standing in front of your cart, he leans on it stopping the small vehicle from moving. You let out shocked gasp, your eyes shooting up to meet his. “What are you doin’!!” You exclaim, “Well I noticed ya here, and I thought I’d say hi” Daryl stated, cheeky twinkle in his eyes. You were baffled by the audacity of this boy!

“You thought you’d say hi?” You mimicked, Daryl nods enthusiastically “And you didn’t think that could wait until I got off the ride!” You ask confused, “Nah I couldn’ wait tha long” he drawls smile still evident.

“Oh you think your so smooth huh?” You question, brow quirked. “Nah not really, but I thought I’d take ma chance” Daryl explained trying to keep the fear of rejection hidden. “Huh” you ponder “You gonna let me out of the cart then?” You continue, holding his gaze sternly, he’s cute you take note, messy dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. You’d probably of given him a second look if he hadn’t of annoyed you so evidently. He shakes his head no “Not until ya agree to go out with me” he requests,

“Go out with…… are you kidding me? No I will not go out with you, now let me out of the cart!” You exclaim.

“Wha can I do ta change ur mind?” He urged, you just look at him pointedly.

Looking around other people were filling the carts, your friends watching from behind the barriers, signalling the next turn was about to take place. “How abou’ I jus lay here in tha middle of the floor, anyone cud run me over” he adds, before laying himself flat on the rides floor. “No don’t do that! Get up!” You exclaim watching as carts start moving. Then you start to really panic! “Get up now!” You scream, Callum joins in now “Daryl you’ll get yourself killed! Get up man!”, “Nah not until she goes out with me!” Daryl states. Callum watched in shock, he doesn’t know what the hells got into his usually quiet, shy friend.

“Fine!!” You yell! “I’ll go out with you!” You answer, “Dun do me any favours” Daryl teases, “No I want to go out with you, I do!” You reply still in terror as carts edge closer to him,

“Sorry I cudnt’ quite hear ya?” Daryl mocks, “I want to go out with you!!” You shout.

He jumps up just before a cart crashes into him, huge grin on his face “Alrigh’ alrigh’ I’ll go out with you” he smirks offering you his hand to exit the cart. But you jump up and storm past him, incredibly frustrated with his antics. “I’ll pick ya up tomorrow at 2pm then?” He calls after you.

“That boy is THE most infuriating man I’ve ever met” you hissed. Your friends all nodded in agreement, until Kim piped up with “Although I’ve never seen him like that before, he’s usually very quiet even a little shy” she explains. You look at her in shock “Him! Shy??” You gasp, not believing her for a second, “It’s true, he works at the metal works with Callum, he usually keeps to himself” Samantha shared. You’re confused then, because that boy was anything but shy today. You turn to Kim with furrowed brows, “I don’t get it then” you ponder, “I think he likes you?” Samantha hums, “Yeah really likes you!” Danielle teases, “Who would have thought he had it in him” Kim giggles, as they all walk forward you turn to take a quick Look at him again, he’s shrugging while talking to Callum bashful smile on his face.

You try not to think too heavily on it tonight, your here to have fun with your friends, so that’s what you plan to do!

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The next morning you roll out of bed late, sun high in the sky illuminating your room. Squinting you pull yourself up and into the shower, the steaming water washing away the smell of the fair and the lack of sleep. As the water cascades over your face you contemplate the events of last night, ‘Daryl’ the boy who almost flattened himself to get a date with you, no one had ever gone to such a length to spend time with you before.

Wait he wasn’t going to actually turn up at 2pm today was he? Oh god he might, if his insistence last night was anything to go by. What would your parents say, a strange boy coming to pick you up! No you’d have to tell them you were going out for a walk, then meet him outside the gates. No! Why are you going out of your way for this boy, you didn’t actually want the date, did you? God dammit you didn’t know, there was something about him, and like you thought no one had gone to those lengths before.

You rubbed your hands over your face in frustration, you’d have to go so he didn’t show up at your house, maybe he wouldn’t come? You can take a book outside the gates, read on the lawn while you wait for a bit.

That’s how you got here now, sitting just past the gates, blue tea dress pulled over your knees as you curl your feet under yourself. Nose buried soo deep in your book you didn’t hear the truck approach you, not until the horn sounds making you jump up in surprise, your eyes shoot up shocked clocking Daryl’s amused grin “Are you tryin’ to give me a heart attack! Jesus” you shout, “Sorry I jus couldn’t resist” Daryl laughs, you huff in annoyance “Asshole” you mutter under your breath, as you stand brushing yourself off.

You make your way over to what can only be described as a death truck, and hop into the passenger seat. “Will this thing actually make it down the road?” You grumble, “Well it’s survived this long, so I’d say we’re fine” Daryl replies amused tone still set in his voice, he’s watching you now smile on his face, teasing his bottom lip with his teeth trying to hide his grin. He really didn’t think you’d be here, he thought he’d come to your house and you’d feign ignorance, that you didn’t know him. But here you were sat outside waiting for him, in this cute blue dress gosh you looked beautiful, he thinks to himself.

Putting the truck into drive he sets off down the street, “So where are we going?” You ask, “It’s a surprise” he answered, looking at you with a small smile. “Ok, well am I dressed ok for this surprise?” You respond, “Yah, I’d say so… you look lovely by tha way” Daryl admits still smiling at you. “Umm thanks” you reply bashfully, turning to look out the window hoping his missed the way your cheeks flushed.

“So where abouts in town do you live?” You ask, wanting to get to know this mysterious boy a little more, “I live tha other side on tha outskirts, it’s a small house on tha edge of a farm, I live with ma uncle there, jus tha two of us” he answers. “Oh you live with your uncle?” You ask confused, “Yah my old man was an abusive asshole, ma uncle saw and took me in, n’ ma mum passed when I wer a kid…..he’s great tho ma uncle, been more of a dad to me than ma old man ever was.” he affirms, and your shocked he’s admitted so much to you when he barely knows you, but thankful at the same time, as it helps you build more of a picture of the person he is.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sounds like you’ve been through a lot.” You respond, feeling sad at the thought of someone going through so much. “It’s ok, things are much better now” Daryl admits, you give him a small nod and a comforting smile.

Daryl pulls the truck up into a field

“We’re here!” He announces.

“Where is here?” You ask,

He just grins at you “Don’t ask so many questions, come on, you’ll love it I promise ya” he assured you.

“Ok ok” you surrender, jumping out the truck.

Daryl walks you through the field too a small woodland, once you’ve passed a few rows of trees you come to a pretty lake. Golden reeds blow in the breeze at the waters edge, and there’s a scent of pine and fresh grass in the air.

At the right of the lake there’s a small wooden jutty, with a white boat tied against it. “Wow it’s beautiful here!” You gasp, he smiles at you proudly, he’s so relieved you like it, “It gets better” he replies.

He takes you over to the white row boat, helping you into the far side, before setting into the boat himself, untying the ropes he grabs the two paddles and sets off down the lake. You both weave in and out of trees that stand tall in the middle of the lake, green moss climbing up the bark. Eventually you reach a clearing filled with lily pads most of which are currently flowering, and above Spanish moss trees curved over the lake, the white floral leaves hanging over the water.

“Wow Daryl this is amazing, how did you find this place?” You ask astounded by the beauty, “I came across it one day last year while explorin’, I come here now ta think I guess.” He replies, nervously rubbing the back of this neck. “You bring people here often?” “Nah yer the first ever, so yer shud feel honoured” he laughs. “Well in that case I am honoured, thank you for bringing me here Daryl, I love it” you admit. He nods before responding with “It’s no big deal, I’m glad yer like it”.

The rest of the ‘Date’ went great too, he eventually brings you back on land for snacks and lemonade he’s brought with him. You both talk about everything and anything until the sun starts to set, which you watch together, admiring the sky changing from blue to orange to pinks and purples.

When he brings you home in time for dinner, he drops you back off at the gate, “Thanks again Daryl I had a lovely time” you admit, “Yer welcome, wud yer like to go out again sometime soon?” He asks nervously, “Yeah I’d love too!” You respond giving him a small peck on the cheek, “How about we meet in town tomorrow for a milkshake?” You voice, “Yah ok, 3pm good?” He asks, “Perfect, I’ll meet you outside the diner at 3”, “Ok, bye y/n” “Bye Daryl” and you walk back to the house with the biggest smile on your face.

Daryl bashfully watches you walk in, face warm as his hand gently presses to his cheek almost as if he can still feel your lips there. Maybe just maybe he has an actual chance to steal your heart.

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The next morning you try to dodge your parents questions over breakfast, “Where were you yesterday?” Your mum enquires, “I was out with friends, I'm meeting them again today for milkshakes.” Looking at your watch you mention “Is that the time already, I really should go get ready”before jumping from your seat and rushing upstairs. You hoped your parents don’t find out who you were with, they wouldn’t like the idea of you meeting with a boy, let alone one with no ‘Prospects’ as they would say. You role your eyes to yourself and sigh at the thought, no they wouldn’t ever understand.

You decided on a swing skirt and a light jumper today, a little makeup and some cute black kitten heels. Once you were happy with your appearance you went to find Charlie, hoping to get a lift into town. “Hey Charlie I was hoping I could either take the car, or someone could give me a lift to the diner? I’m meeting friends there.” You ask politely.

“Of course miss y/l/n I was heading to town to collect some wines, so I’ll take you myself” he responds. “Thank you Charlie”.

Arriving at the diner you spot Daryl already seated, you give him a grin as you approach him, “You're here early?” You mention, “Yeah well I had nothin’ much ta do today” he replies “Ya look lovely as always” he adds admiring you, “Thanks” you mumble bashfully, eyes focusing on your shoes to hide the blush that must be flooding your cheeks.

You spend the afternoon laughing so much your eyes water, he’s great company. Milkshakes long forgotten as he explains animatedly, how his friend Callum fell off his bike face first in front of the girl he likes. His eyes shining with amusement as he retells the story, and all you can think is how fond your growing of this boy, and you never thought that would be the case.

Walking down the street that evening you gaze up at the stars, “It’s a beautiful clear night” you mention, he gazes up “Yeah” he agrees “Beautiful” but you don’t realise his gaze has now fallen on you. “Do ya want to dance?” He asks hand outstretched towards you, “But there’s no music?” You question, “Dun need no music” he offers taking your hand and spinning you inwards to him, giggling you allow him to lead you into a lovely albeit clumsy dance, right there in the middle of the road.

You rest your head on his chest, taking in his woodsy scent. As you look up at him he slowly moves a piece of hair from your face, before gently cupping your cheek. He bites his bottom lip almost as if he’s contemplating something, which he was, he was wondering if it would be too soon to kiss you. Lord knows he’s wants too, has ever since he first glanced your way that night at the fair.

A loud honk of a horn spoils the moment and splits you apart, in a frenzy to get out of the trucks way you jump up the curb, both roaring with laughter! “That was so close!” You giggle, “Yeah, nearly had us” Daryl affirms still laughing himself.

Once you’d both calmed down you grinned at him “So same time tomorrow?” You offer, “Yeah sure” he agrees. You take his hand in yours as you begin walking down the street, smiles still on your faces.

After that night everything moves forward at super sonic pace, you spend every single day together.

You meet him from work throwing yourself into his arms, pulling him in for a passionate kisses, while Callum and the rest of his work friends smile at you both. You go swimming together, driving the windy country roads together, your feet on his dash while his hand rests on your thigh, you meet his uncle, he invites you over for dinner and Daryl is made up when the two of you get on so well.

And after four short weeks the inevitable happens, you both fall in love.

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Georgia, Georgia - Chapter 1 - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Pre-apocalypse!Daryl Dixon x fem!reader - Floating!AU

Summary: Highly inspired by the movie Floating that Norman Reedus was in when he was young. Y/N and Daryl are two young adults living in their hometown in Georgia. In their childhood, a lot opposed them, but now, as Y/N's life plans are put to a stop by tragedy, their lives intertwine.

A/N: Here is the first chapter! I rewatched Floating for this and it got me sad again. I guess I picture Daryl as he Norman looks in the movie since they're pretty young Daryl's like 20/21 and reader 19. But obvi you can picture him however you want. I don't mention anything particular about his looks in this chapter.

Warnings: none

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You entered the diner, the cool air saving you from the Georgian summer heat. You greeted your colleagues, walking through the kitchen, before setting your bag underneath the counter.

“ -Oh my, is Y/N Y/L/N late?

-Hello to you too, Rachel.

-Late by ten full minutes nonetheless!” You chuckled at Rachel’s teasing

“ -I had a late start this morning. I picked up an extra shift at the bar last night.

- Ever the hard worker, Y/N.

- Well, it’s not like I have much choice.”

You’d been working full-time at the diner and had started working at the bar part-time for the last six months. You needed as much money as you could to support yourself and your father. It was still early, and the diner was fairly quiet, but when the lunch rush started you didn't have a minute to catch your breath.

" -Hello, what can I get for you today?

-Hi Y/N,” You looked up from your notepad to be met by Mark and his friends. God, they were the last people you wanted to see right now.

“ -Hi Mark, what can I get for you guys?

-We’ll have four cheeseburgers, two cokes, and two iced teas.

-Sure, it’ll be ready in a minute.” You were about to leave when Mark spoke again.

“ -So, you work at the diner, uh?” You gestured around yourself, pointing out the obvious,

-Yeah, I do.

-It's been a while since we’ve seen each other, we should party sometime.

-I don't know, I’m kinda busy right now.” Mark chuckled,

“ -Well, I don’t mean right now, of course, but someday. While we’re all here on summer vacation.” Not wanting to waste more of your time you gave Mark a small smile paired with a non-committal response.

Mark always acted like you were friends. Growing up in a small town like that, everybody knew everybody else. There was only one school, making it hard to avoid somebody you didn’t like.

You had gotten used to not seeing anybody that you knew from school, now that they’d all gone off to college, but with the summer holiday starting they were all trickling back in and you had already been confronted with all the awkward small talk and catching up. You weren’t embarrassed that you hadn’t been able to go to college, disappointed, sure. But not embarrassed. However, you knew that your old classmates didn’t see it that way. You didn’t care, you did what you had to.

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It was already well past noon when Daryl woke up. His head was hurting from the strong Georgia sun that filtered through his thin, tattered curtains. Daryl groaned as he got up to the bathroom. He took a shower and brushed his teeth, cleaning off yesterday’s sweat, dirt, and alcohol. In the living room, Merle was sprawled out on the couch, beer bottles and drugs littered the ground, the TV still on. Daryl walked past the mess and headed out.

The heat beat down on him as he rode to the diner. Luckily for him, at this time of day the diner was nearly empty. He walked in and sat at his usual booth. Looking over to the counter he saw you chatting with Rachel, when you took notice of him you shot him a quick smile, picking up the coffee pot and a mug before walking over to him.

“- Hey, Daryl” You greeted him, setting the mug down and pouring him some coffee, “The usual?

-Ya. Please.” You nodded and walked away, calling out his order to the kitchen before resuming your chat with Rachel.

Daryl and you knew each other, in the same way, that everybody else knew everybody in this town. Despite Daryl being a year older, since he’d gotten held back you'd ended up in the same classes a couple of times in middle school and high school. However, since you didn’t have any friends in common you hadn’t ever really gotten to know each other. But now, ever since you’d started working at the bar, you’d gotten to see Daryl and his brother Merle a lot more since they were regulars. Daryl had even started coming by the diner a lot more.

“ - There you go,” You set down the plate of food in front of Daryl,

“ - Thanks,

- How are you feeling after last night?” You quipped and Daryl blushed, embarrassed that you’d also noted his excessive drinking the night prior.

“ - Head hurts, mostly.

- Yeah, I’m not surprised.” You chuckled, “Well, if you’re gonna go to the bar tonight try to take it easy, alright?”

Since seeing Daryl regularly in your work life, you’d gotten used to chatting with him whenever you could. He was more reserved than his brother, but you knew he could be just as reckless and brazen, having witnessed a few bar brawls that confirmed the hot temper often attributed to the brothers. Still, you quite enjoyed his presence and the little chats you shared.

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For the past year, your life could be resumed as work, eat, sleep. During the day you worked at the diner, and every other night you worked at the bar, picking up extra shifts here and there whenever you could. When you weren’t working, you relaxed at home and spent time with your dad. However, now was not the time for relaxation. You had just gotten back from the diner and were getting ready for the bar.

“ -Okay dad, I’m leaving. There’s dinner ready for you in the fridge, all you have to do is heat it up.” Your father was at the table, concentrating on his figurines, he only let out a grunt acknowledging you.

You walked out into the evening air and got into your car, driving to the bar. Beery’s was an old run-down bar where all the town's bad apples conglomerated for alcohol, pool, football, and fights. Despite its reputation, it wasn’t the worst place to work at. Your boss was nice and if you didn’t count the catcall and unwelcome comments the clientele wasn’t that bad. A few hours into your shift, Daryl and Merle walked in, taking their usual seats at the bar.

“ -Hey beautiful,

-Hi, Merle. Hi Daryl," You shot a quick smile at the younger brother.

“ -When am I gonna have the chance to take you home, huh, sweetheart?

-I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.

-Don’t know, 'bout that. Think I’ll wear you out.”

Merle was a shameless flirt and you’d gotten used to his regular advances. You served them their drinks before resuming your work, unknowing of Daryl’s eyes following you. However, his stare did not go unnoticed by his brother who nudged him with his elbow.

“ -Ya gonna sit and stare or ya gonna take her home, brotha?” Daryl looked back down at his beer, lightly shoving Merle.

“ -Shut up.

-If ya ain’t gonna, I will. S’all I’m saying.” Daryl scoffed,

“ -As if.”

The rest of the night passed calmly. It was past one am when you finished your shift. You got into the car, it felt good to have some peace and quiet after being in the loud bar for so long. You were exhausted and your feet were hurting from standing all day, you couldn’t wait to just get into your bed. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be so lucky, halfway home your car started letting out white smoke before abruptly stopping. Cursing, you got out of the car, looking for any visible damages. You thought about looking under the hood but considering you had no knowledge of mechanics that would be useless. That left you stranded in the middle of the road.

You contemplated your options, your father was a no-go, maybe you could call Rachel. And of course, as luck would have it your phone was dead. Fuck, you’d forgotten to charge it while you were at the bar. The only option left was for you to walk home. You just hoped you wouldn’t run into any trouble. Just as you started walking you heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching. Fuck, you thought. The motorcycle stooped.

“ -Y/N?” You stopped and turned, recognizing the voice,

“ -Daryl? Hey,

- What’re you doing?

-My car broke down.” You gestured to your car a few feet away. “My phone’s down. I was about to walk home.

-Well you ain't afraid of anythin, huh?” You chuckled, “I can take a look if you want?

- Yeah, thanks.” Daryl set the crutch of his bike down and you walked over to your car. You popped the hood and Daryl turned on his phone’s flashlight, inspecting your car’s engine. “Yeah, your engine’s overheated.

-Is there anything we can do?

-I mean I could fix it. But I don’t suppose you have a tool kit with ya, d’ya?

-Yeah, no.” You both stood there staring at your failing engine. Daryl was wringing his hands.

“ -I could give you a ride back. Come back tomorrow and fix it." Daryl looked at you, your eyes burning into his he found himself fumbling. "Or you know you could call someone from m’phone.” He rushed out, scratching at the back of his head.

“ -A ride would be great. Thanks, Daryl, but you don’t have to fix it. I could just call a mechanic.

-Don’t, you’d be wasting money. I’ll do it. S’no problem.

-Well, okay then. Thanks a lot, Daryl.” Daryl nodded, closing the hood of your car. You locked it back up and walked over to his bike.

“ -So, no helmet, huh? Isn’t that dangerous?” you quipped, and Daryl snorted.

“ -There ain’t much to protect in there” he joked knocking on his head,

“ -Bullshit. Who’s gonna fix my car if you get your brain mushed in an accident?” You got on the bike. Wrapping your arms around Daryl's sturdy frame. And Daryl was glad you couldn't see the red that rushed to his cheeks.

“ -Y’good?

- Yeah.

- Hang tight.”

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The bike died down in front of your house, your tight grip around Daryl loosening as you climbed off the bike.

“ -Thanks a lot Daryl, you really saved me.

-S’nothing.” Daryl shrugged, looking down at his hands. “Listen, I-I could pick you up. Tomorrow. Ride to the car fix it, y’could drive it home.

-Yeah, that’d be great. I finish at five if that’s good with you?

-Ya. S'good.

-Alright. Have a good night, Daryl. Drive safe!”

You walked back into your house, Daryl watching you. It’s only once you got in and the door closed behind you that he drove off.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Don't hesitate to let me know what you think! Any feedback is appreciated!

#daryl x you #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #norman reedus #norman reedus x reader #daryl dixon imagine #fanfiction #twd #twd fanfiction #twd daryl #the walking dead #walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #zooeywriting #georgiageorgia #gg

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lizzisimss · 1 year

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Phoenix and Michael’s Home

CC used (list below) Crick Cabana in Willow Creek 20 x 15 2 bed, 1 bath $109,504

This build is part of the Lizzisimss Save File.

Aira - https://www.patreon.com/airacc

· 2 Piece Painting

· Bear & Mountain candles

· Daisy vase

· Dogi Pot

· Mini easel

· Mirror with stickers

· Vanilla dish rack

· Vanilla egg tray

· Vanilla flower candle

· Vanilla toaster

· Vanilla utensil holder

ATS4 - https://sims4.aroundthesims3.com/index.shtml

· Canisters basic

· Kitchen rack condiments

· Kitchen rack washing up

Brazen lotus - https://www.brazenlotus.com/objects-d... :

· BG Coffee bag

· SP13 Laundry made essentials

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

· The Lighthouse Collection

· Lavish Merged

· Miscellanea Merged

· Modish Merged

· Selection One merged

· Smol Merged

· The candle

Evi - https://www.thesimsresource.com/artists/evi/

· Hellenic wall E

felixandre - https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

· Georgian Set

house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

· Orjanic Merged

· Bafroom Merged

· Baysic Merged

· Livin’Rum Merged

· The Kichen Merged

harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

· Brownstone Collection

· Country Collection

· Halcyon Kitchen

· Octave

· Shop the look

· Spoons

Kiwisim - https://www.patreon.com/Kiwisim4

· Block House

· Piha

· Surrey

leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

· 2202 Magnolia Bathroom

· Aubrey Office

· Botanic Boudoir

· Calliope Bathroom

· Devon Kitchen

· Ivy Hallway

· Rory Bedroom

· Simblreen 2021

· Starlight Crystals

· Stellan Dining

· Patron gift 1

· Patron gift 2

· Patron gift 4

· Sunbeam Study

· Sunny Corner

· Twee Tableware

· Vintage Crockery

lilis-palace - https://www.patreon.com/lilis_palace

· Intarsia Biedermeier set

littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

· Rise & Grind Café

· Sleek Slumber stuff pack

· Deligracy cottage living update

· Deligracy Delicato stuff pack

· Roman holiday

Madlen - https://www.patreon.com/madlen

· Nuri Rug

max 20 - https://www.patreon.com/Max20

· Cozy Backyard pack

· Master bedroom pack

Maxsus – https://maxsus.tumblr.com/post/640662541333348352/download

· Poolside lounge pack

Mechtasims - https://www.patreon.com/mechtasims

· Bathroom set wall mirror

· Aphrodite Set

· Back to school

· Cyber girl

· Essential clutter

· Groovy baby

my cup of cc -https://www.patreon.com/mycupofcc

· Maple Manor The Modernist Collection Living Room

· August 2021

· Colour Talk Dining Stuff

· Colour Talk Kitchen

· Colour Talk Living Rm

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

· Elle Office

· The art room

· Uma living

· Dawn living

· Gale dining

· Lottie

Networksims - https://networksims.tumblr.com/

· Giosue Tile Wall

NolanSims - https://nolan-sims.com/downloads

· Strawberry Planters

Novvvas - http://ts4novvvas.blogspot.com/

· Vintage floor

oni - https://www.patreon.com/oni28

· Bakery Clutter

· Cottage kitchen

· Vintage living room

peacemaker - https://peacemaker-ic.tumblr.com/TS4O...

· Atwood living

· Bayside bedroom set

· Creta kitchen

· Futura

· Hudson bathroom

· Kingston dining

· Kitayama dining

· Kitayama living

· Mid-century eclectic

· Mina kitchen

· Province

· Urbane kitchen

· Bowed

pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

· Calderone bedroom

· MCM All

· Oakhouse all

· Living room mini kit

· Tidying Up

· Coldbrew Coffeeshop

· Winter Garden

· Domaine du Clos

renorasims - https://www.renorasims.com

· xtreme shower

RVSN – https://ravasheen.com/

· cup of cozy

· smarts content

simplisticsims - http://simplisticsims4.com

· Cottage roman curtain

· Loloi Pink Rugs

· RHckbreadbox

sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

· Breeze of Greece

· Oak & concrete kit

· Charming Chalet

· Home Basics

· Home Improvement

· Home Office

· Retro Vibes

· Teen room

SYB – https://www.patreon.com/Syboubou

· Bonbon

· Galileo

· Julie

· Laundry

· Nathalie

SurelySims - https://www.patreon.com/surelysims

· Electronic citrus clock

Clutter Cat - https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thec...

· Busy Bee

· Cat milk no 1 reloaded

· Cat milk no 2 reloaded

Torque - https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Torque3/

· Aged wood floor

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

· Beam Parte 2 V01 Merged

· Wave merged

awingedllama - https://www.patreon.com/awingedllama

· Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 Merged

· Paranormal plants

· Blooming rooms plants

MXIMS – https://mxims.tumblr.com/

· Ikea Barso Wall Grid B

Warmthlu - https://warmthlu.tumblr.com/tagged/s4cc

Mini wallpaper set

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sharkboyandlavalieb · 4 months

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(I'm currently nursing a nasty hangover and am feeling emotional so please accept this and remember me as I was in my better days)

I have so many thanks...too many thanks actually for everyone that follows this sideblog. I've had it for YEARS, but never spent much time socializing with the fandom until the recent boom. I was immediately welcomed from so many people and it means a lot. ❤️

A huge thank you to my unhinged discord buds who listen to my ramblings, give advice/critique on graphics and gave rise to my ultimate 'ron is a grower' headcanon (we have pics for proof). you're all amazing @basilone @almost-a-class-act @cody-helix02 @currahee @latibvles @gorgeousundertow & so many others that I'm blanking on your urls 💗

Biggest appreciation to @snarkyliebgott for always sifting through my nonsense and responding with kindness and equal nonsense (i.e.: what would put easy company in a coma first). They're the first person I felt truly connected to in the fandom. I feel like I could write gibberish and they'd completely understand. I'll always support my georgian sugar plum peach!! ✨

@ronald-speirs - I think you were the first person to interact with my red cross graphic (the first thing I've made for this fandom since 2019) and you've been a wonderful friend ever since. Our convos (no matter how short) make me laugh every single time. You, your edits and screencaps are A GIFT!

@saturnwisteria - for always being on my dash and in my notes on both this account and my personal! I hope we can have more interactions in the new year!!

@mutantmanifesto - not only is your artwork breathtaking and amazing, but you yourself are amazing and so friendly to talk to. I get so excited when I see a new mention cause it means you've fed us another masterpiece we are not worthy of.

@ewipandora - I couldn't forget you on here!!! We just became mutuals this month but I already feel like we've been following each other all year! (your webgott kink post had me weak, thanks again for that bread)

@historyl3sbian - I really thought I was already following you and realized a few days ago I WAS A FOOL! Your text posts make me laugh every. single. time I never get tired of seeing them. Thank you again for letting me use them as inspo for my own unhinged creations. Keep being groovy ;)

also @mercurygray for creating this holiday positivity train and giving me the idea to make this post. It's what jolly ol' saint luz would of wanted.

xoxo - sharkboyandlavalieb

#I have so many mutuals I want to thank but I couldn't fit it all here #happy new years!!!!!#if anyone remembers that vine of the girl crying in the sand needing to take a nap #that's me right now #sharkboytext #mutuals tag

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spacenintendogs · 5 months

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Okay okay

Here's a question you probably can answer lol

What songs are the gang listening to on repeat in your modern au :)

ksxjsodkwkkd i have had a post abt their music tastes sitting in my drafts for months so i will just share that!! my own music is kind of limited bc i just listen to the same stuff over & over (bc neurodivergent™️) so!! my apolocheese for this not being as super in depth for some of the gang vs others. i am also open to suggestions ;_; a couple of these were from me talking with a pal, mainly astrid & fishlegs (@despiteherself hiiiii!!!!)

hiccup: lots of indie stuff, leaning more towards indie folk!! he likes anything rlly with strings involved. he's a dragonboy horsegirl at heart & wants to imagine riding through the air with winds blowing through his hair & wistfully wishing he could have a different life. he does listen to indie pop, too. he liked glass animals before they were popular & wants everyone to know it. also loves woodkid.

astrid: she has 5 songs she listens to & they were just songs ppl recommended to her. she only goes out of her way to listen to music if she's at the gym & doesn't want to talk to anyone (if snotlout is there it does not work </3) tuffnut told her "you should listen to mac miller" & she picked a single song & just made it a song she listens to. every single other song she's ever heard is inflicted upon her when she's in the car, at work, etc & her friends have their stuff. she's content with that

fishlegs: everything & anything u could possibly think of. it's all put together on one giant playlist. u will hear 1940s jazz followed by georgian chants followed by sam smith followed by power metal followed by edm & it just keeps going. knows the words to every song he ever hears. any genre, any language!! collects vinyl, tapes, cds, YOU NAME IT!!! very passionate abt music!!!!!!

snotlout: 2000s & 2010s pop & edm, duchess by fergie is one of his fave albums ever. loves lady gaga. everything else is dad rock. 80s thrash metal, nu metal, & 90s grunge, mostly. he wants to be cool so so bad, he wants to be a rockstar. learns to play guitar & is annoying abt it (can shred p well tho). is the reason everyone in the friend group has at least ONE slipknot song on their individual playlists

ruffnut: grunge, hip hop, rap, & house music. lots of in this moment & garbage. big kendrick lamar fan. lots of late 80s to early 00s for rap & hip hop. she likes to groove & vibe, occasionally headbang. i think she'd love mary j blige too. i think she, outside of everything listed, has a soft spot for p!nk & listens to her when she's having a hard time (her & snotlout sometimes listen together). i think she'd also enjoy billie holiday on a quiet day & no one is around. (she is not embarrassed by it ay all, she just likes having things for herself)

tuffnut: grunge, 70s soft rock, hip hop, & rap!!! lots of overlap with ruff but obv there's also a lot of differences!! the 70s soft rock is the main outlier. he enjoys cruising around & being wistful as he listens to america, doobie brothers, seals & croft, etc. he puts pop country on his playlists as a joke but it ends up stuck in everyone's heads & smth they all jam to to have fun.

there is a massive group playlist (fishlegs is the one who puts it together but will add a song if suggested) & it is a cacophony of so much shit. they all have their tastes but by the time they're adults they all know each other's songs & sing/jam along & have a fucking blast, esp in the car or at the sanctuary. the playlist is always on shuffle & there is the chance for a rickroll. always

songs that tend to get repeated by the group are psychosocial (slipknot), custer (slipknot), anything by pitbull, fire water burn (bloodhound gang), bbc (jaboukie), anything by woodkid, somebody i used to know (gotye), & anything by they might be giants & other assorted meme songs they love torturing each other with. (they are the most obnoxious group alive)

#httyd #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #fishlegs ingerman #snotlout jorgenson #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston #httyd modern au #rose answers #cloverofhope #thank u!!!!!!#dragons off the coast au #honestly i rlly struggled with the twins bc it's like... were the 'obvious' answers actually the answers???

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alders-simblr · 1 year

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Rowanwood Estates

Rowanwood Estates - WillowCreek - Sage Estates

I'm calling this the 'lite' version because I'm going to go back and clutter it up and change it but it is by no mean 'light' on CC. This one is going to be a long list of links just as a warning and includes my own mod tweak packages for the two cars on it (further explained below).

As with ALL my builds, you're going to want to have bb.moveobjects ON before placing the lot and I DID use TOOL to place some of the more complicated tweaks.

As with all my builds, it is on my gallery under EA ID: alderwitch but you can also download the tray files on my patreon as well here.

Lot Size: 50 x 50

Furnished Price: 915,012 Unfurnished: 336,018

Bedrooms: 6 Bathrooms: 7

Details and CC Shopping List below the cut.

Packs Used: HSY, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, City Living, Get Together, Get To Work, Werewolves, Wedding Stories, Dream Home, Dine Out, Spa Day, Little Campers, Blooming Rooms, Courtyard Oasis, Bust the Dust, Nifty Knitting, Fitness, Backyard, Romantic Garden, Movie Hangout, Cool Kitchen

CC Used: CM Designs: Isla Pt 2, Jasper, Oakley, Rugs, Thermostat Oni: Traditional Japanese Room, Artist's World Room, Custom Food Pink Baddie: Baby Food, Magical Rug, Play Kitchen Sooky: Abstract Frames, Moroccan Rugs, Hydrangea Jug, Kids Rugs, Pretty Blue Rugs ClutterCat: Shiba Inu Rug Aira: Vanilla Rice Cooker Amoebae: Half Strip Tile, Statement Walls, Hallway Stone ATS4: Bagclutter AWingledLLama: Diaper Pail House of Harlix: Bafroom, Baysic, Harluxe, Jardane Brazen Lotus: ABP Closet, Greenhouse, Chronicles of Dressup, Reupholstered Sofa, Phoenix Fence Black Charly Pancakes: Lighthouse Collection, All CC Merged? Felixandre: Chateau, August 2019, Berlin Pt 3, Colonial Pt 2, Florence Set Pt 1, pt 3, Georgian, Grove Pt 4, Paris pt 1, Pt 3, Shop the Look Season 1 Walls That Make Sense: Dynasty, Fundamentals, Lights, Opulence Harrie: Country, Octave, Livin Rum, Tiny Twavellers Icemunmun: AirFryer, Canning Preserves, Finger Sandwiches, Floral tea, Burger Essentials, Mill, Soup, Soda Joliebean: Padtow LBB: Grannie's Cookbook, Recipe Tin, Recipe Stand LilacCreative: Body Butter, Candle LeafMotif: Magnolia Bathroom, Sunbeam Study, Starlight Crystals Ivy LittleDica: Chic Bathroom, Rise N Grind Cafe, Sleek Slumber, Modern Kitchen, Roman Holiday MadameRia: Back to Basics, Luxe, CoL Wallpaper Addon, Lucky Man Marvell: Lux, Janina, KC, Tiny Footsteps, UPcycle MyCupofCC: Maple Manor Books, Curtain, Macrame Shelf Max20: MasterBedroom Pack, Pouf Soft, Washing and Drying Machines Myshousun: Nora Living, Serene Bathroom, Zephyr Office, Dawn Living, Garden Stories, Freja, Gale Peacemaker: Atwood, Grasscloth, Bayside, Caine, Coulor Me Rugs, Drapery Delights, Elme Jute, Elsie, Futura, Gorgeous Georgian, Glass Tile, Hamptons Hideaway, Hamptons Retreat, Hinterlands, Hudsoon, Kingston, Kitayama, Lennox, MCE, Mina, Myra, Nox, Oasis, Quintin, Serenity, Vara, Marcissus Folly PieriSim: David Apartment, Domaine Du Clos, MCM, Oak House, Teeny Weeny, The Office, Tidying Up, Winter Garden Redhead Sims: Nintendo Switch RVSN: Advant 2020 Holiday Decor, Bidet, Binge Inking, CakeABreak, Cupcake Machine, Don't Be Alarmed Alarm Clock, Flood Saucer Light, Hoarders, Void Critter Gaming, Kids Toybin, Knit Happens, Major Inspo, MOtivational Speaker, Personal Brewer, Cod Fish Tank, One Nightstand Short, Peg to Differ, Procraftination, Shop Chef, Shut the Front Door, Smeglish Dishwasher, Sport Retail Therapy, Throw Shade, ToolTime, Watts Not to Love, SP Built Ins, You know the Drill, Ruggable SimCredible: DishDrainer, Naturalis Pantry SimKoos: Boba Storage, Home Clutter, Infant Bottles, Office Tour, Stroller Deluxe Sixam: Cozy Family Room, Gothic W Lighting, Home Basics, Home Improvement, Luxbath, Mixer, Private Surface, RetroVibes, Small Spaces, Spring Six, Stylish Wood, Teen Room Softerhaze: Bramblefinch Powder Walls Syboulette: Oceane, Advent 2022 Wood Parquet, Attic, Bayhouse, Boho Wedding, Brigette, Bougainvillers, Candy, Clarisse, Coraline, Crossfit, Delphine, Designer Meeting Table, Diane, Dino, Dreamy, Faveo, Fitness, Helios, Karaoke, Laundry, Louane, Millenial, Mozaik, Nothingtowear, Pascaline, Petite Chef, Ratatoulle, Sabine, Serenity, Unicorn Birthday Taurus Design: Cassandra Bathroom, Eliza Bedroom and Closet, Elsa, Jade, Katrina Tuds: 2nd Wave, Cave, Crib, Cross, Emma, NCTR, SHKR, Wave WhoisSage: Shag Rug, Handful of Mats, Simply Striking

Functionality

These mods are not technically in the build but are needed to have mods (syboulette's crossfit and aira's rice cooker specifically) functional.

ZulfAndHakrabr: Let's Get Fits Modpack Ricky: Useable RiceCooker

Vehicles

Technically, the two vehicles used for this build use the the Breeze Motors 2018 Mercedes E-Class Wagon and the 2020 Maserati Quattroporte as their base. I won't link to the download page as its a perma-paywaller and I fundamentally disagree with how Breeze Motors is handling their patreon personally. I will leave it to you to decide if you want their CC and how you acquire it if you choose to do so.

For my personal game, I have edited and stripped down my copies of these two cars and modified them so that they work with Simnation Travel. I have a pinned patreon post that is not paywall locked here explaining that more in depth and include the required files HERE.

If you go that route, and would like to download the cars, you can find them here:

Maserati Quattroporte

Mercedes E-Class

I should note that in addition to lacking the door open /close options of the original as those were stripped down, the textures were redone with simlish for a more maxis match look in game.

Mods for this Build

These are not technically required for the build to function but this build was built using overrides for both Sim Realist's SNB Bills mod as well as Simnation Travel vehicles. You shouldn't get any weird errors if you load the build in without those mods but if there's an exception caught by MCC related to that, it's probably just reconciling that the override the lot was built with is not in place in your game. It should only be a one time alert the first time the game loads in if it happens and should not cause any issue other than MCC making a noise at you about it noticing weirdness.

(The SNB provides the High Speed Internet trait to the lot and I think it will just set that trait to empty if its loaded without but I haven't personally confirmed it, hence the note here. ) Additional Note

I'm pushing this to live today just to make sure it hits my tumblr the same time as I pushed the build to my gallery but I will be going back to add links into the list. There are just a LOT to track down and it might take me a day or two to finish that part.

#alder's save #ts4 #my builds #cc list

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sims4mansions · 1 year

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CHRISTMAS MANSION (1/2)

A huge georgian-style mansion for a warm and cozy holidays season. It features pool, fruits/vegetables gated garden, foutain, billiard/bar, winter garden, librairy, office, a huge living room, dining room, 5 bedrooms.

Built on a 50x50 in Mount Komorebi

Available on the Gallery (@Toutatis17)

Find my latest builds here

DOWNLOAD : TRAY + CC LIST

I’m not the best at over cluttering. Let me know what you think!

#sims 4 #sims 4 christmas #sims 4 christmas build #sims 4 holiday #sims 4 build #sims 4 cc build #sims 4 british #sims 4 interior #ts4 #ts4 build #ts4 house #sims 4 house #sims 4 christmas house #britishchristmas

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300yearschallenge · 1 year

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All Stripes - 18th Century Dress Recolors

Happy Holidays!

Here are four striped dress options for your 18th century sims!

There are four different variants of this dress for you to choose from.

White with colored stripes

Black with colored stripes

White stripes on solid color

Mix n' Match

Each dress comes in 121 swatches, all using @anachrosims 's Georgian and American Federal Palette.

Each swatch mixes top and skirt colors, so you can find something that fits your sim perfectly.

The dress itself is based on my previous 18th century dress recolor.

That dress was recolored from @anachrosims 's recolor of @sunlittides 's 18th century dress.

Both of these cc creators are very talented, and I highly recommend you check both out!

Download (Google Drive)

CC Used in Previews

Melancholy Maiden's Headscarf

Buzzard's Mob Cap

Edorenel's Colonial Cap Recolor

Buzzard's Bonnet Edit Hairs

Simstrouble's Lexi Hair

MLys Sibel Hair

Stephanie-Sims Sapphire Hair

Papillon's Non-Default Skinblend

Peachyfaerie's freckles

Squeamishsims' moomoo blush

Edorenel Colonial Stockings

Linzlu's Warm Woolen Stockings

ChèreIndolete's Clogs

Simulated Styles' Mules

Alial Sim's Bunad Shoes

@simshistoricalfinds

#sims 4 #sims 4 historical #sims 4 historical cc #sims 4 dress #18th century cc #af outfit #sims 4 cc #ts4cc #maxis match #sims 4 custom content #simblr

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psychologeek · 3 months

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@notaconservative asked:

@psychologeek also why does there need to be a Jewish ethnostate? There's no Christian ethnostate or Islamic ethnostate.. Isn't not allowing ppl to live in your country based on race a nazi thing?

(I apologise for any English mistakes. I'm sick, but it's important so I want to answer quickly).

First of all - Judaism is both ethnicity and a religion, but Islam and Christianity aren't, so I changed your question slightly.

There aren't other religionstates

Actually, there are many Muslim states (57, 56 of them mention Islamic law in their constitution/similar) and christian states (100+). You're just used to consider it as the "default", so you don't really see it.

Some questions to see it more clearly:

What day the work week starts?(Sunday? Monday? Saturday?)

What are the "default" holiday/vacation days in the country? (Eg. Christmas and Easter? Passover and Sukkot? Eed (id?) AlFiter and Mawlid Un Nabi? Lunar new year?)

What is the calendar used in the country? Just the Georgian calendar, or any relation to the the jewish calander, the Hijra, or other calanders?

I can continue, but I guess you understand.

(If you don't, try compare the calanders from same year of America, China, India, Morocco and Israel.)

Example of September 2018, not full though (I used it as I wrote a multicultural fic, and didn't want to miss dates)

(Ignore the cubes, it's a reminder for things mentioned in the fic)

Race and Religion (ft. Nazis).

Like I said at the start, it looks like a confusion between race, ethnicity, and religion.

Race - fake thing, based on skin colour and og continent?. (Ok, not completely, I guess? But as 90% of the people I know are any version of mix, so...)

What the Nazis wanted was world with only clean-best-people, looking for the übermantch, the "super-man". This is same reason they killed gays and disabled people - they "filth" the pureblood Aris.

I won't get deeper into it. As jew, queer and disabled, I'm very tired of hearing why my death is a good thing.

Religion - what one believes, or follow. Usually has a mixture of ritual (things to do), beliefs (things to feel/think), and many ways affects daily life, like having rules about what to do, how to behave, etc.

(I tried to use the most common things, so it would apply to not only monotheism.)

Ethnicity:

Ethnicity - culture and history and narrative. where did you come from.

Im other people's words:

Ethnicity has been defined as: "the social group a person belongs to, and either identifies with or is identified with by others, as a result of a mix of cultural and other factors including language, diet, religion, ancestry and physical features traditionally associated with race".

As you can see, Judaism is a religion, but also ethnicity - we have our language, Hebrew (the oldest artifact with Hebrew writing is about 3,300 years old), religion (Judaism), diet (Kosher), ancestry (all descendants of Yaakov, also known as Israel, that was the son of Itzhak, the son of Avraham, etc.) physical features - even the most Ashkenazi Met, blond, blue eyes, lobster-in-the-son Jew (that was born to Jewish family, not converted) has more in common, DNA speaking, with middle Easterns then with their neighbours.

("But Psy," I imagine you asking, "how do you get blond jews?"

Well.

The same way you get a redhead, green eyed Yemeni

(in Aden, a British colony)

We are used to pogroms. We are the descendants of those who didn't die. I'll leave it that way.)

Not allowing ppl to live in your country based on race.

Again, I think you meant either ethnicity or religion?

Anyway, pure facts:

20% (2m) of the citizens of Israel are Arabs (from arab-speaking communities.)

84% of those, or 18.1% of Israel population (~1.6m) are Muslims, 8%, or 1.3% of IP (~160k) are Christians, another 8% (1.5% of ip) are Druze, that sometimes prefer to be considered as their own separate group.

Also other minorities such as Circassians (Adigas), Bahá'í, etc.

~5.5% are "other"/no religion registered.

(data from the central bureau of statistics. On the top left you can change the language to any of Israel official languages: Hebrew, Arabic or English: https://www.cbs.gov.il/he/pages/default.aspx

(some of the data might be available in Russian, Amharic, Francis, Spanish or other languages (about 30 languages are common in Israel).

As always - feel free to rb and reply.

If I made a mistake, plz let me know and I'll get it fixed

#history lesson #yes another one #psy reply #long comments #Israel #statistics #data #information #Judaism #judaism #actually Jewish #islam #christianity #religions #race #ethnicity

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hannahssimblr · 6 months

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Chapter Twenty (Part 2)

I text Claire when I’m on the bus and tell her I can’t make it to the hotel. Her response is immediate.

Why???

I tell her about how Jude invited me to Dublin, and as soon as I hit send my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and she’s immediately talking.

“Did he actually?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God.”

“I know.”

“So you’re going to Dublin?”

“I’m on the bus now.”

She gasps. “Is there other people going?”

“Yeah of course, it’s hardly going to be just me.”

“Still.” There’s a pause. “He might kiss you again.” She says it like it’s a warning, but I can’t help but conjure up the memory of him pressing me into a trellis wall at the festival, hot breath on my face, and my stomach feels funny.

“Hopefully.”

She laughs. “Hopefully not! You tell him that if he’s going to mess around with your feelings then I’m going to kick his arse. Or I’ll get Shane to do it.”

“Oh, you didn’t tell him about what happened, did you?” I feel my face burning.

“No way! I’ll just tell him to kick his arse and he’ll do it for me, no questions asked. I’ll make him fly to Berlin if I have to.”

I smile. “Whatever.”

“I want updates when you get back.”

“Ditto! I’m sorry I won’t see you before the debs. Be sure to take loads of photos, and tell me if there’s any scandal.”

“Oh I will.” She says. “Although I bet it’ll be a lot of Rock the Boat and the Cha Cha Slide, so more than likely nothing exciting whatsoever.”

“You don’t think Rock the Boat is exciting, no?”

She snorts. “Good luck tonight babes. Remember what I said. Keep him at an arm’s length.”

“I promise.” I say, my fingers crossed in my lap, and I hang up the phone.

I clamber off the bus on George’s Quay and the city is thronged. The traffic is snaking along the river, buses and bicycles all fighting for space on the narrow road, and it’s noisy. There’s this incessant roar of a hundred collective engines idling, people talking, shouting, the hiss of the bus as it opens up the luggage compartment. I feel very tiny. I join a crowd of people waiting for the lights to change to cross over O’Connell bridge, and I’m carried along with the wave of bodies when the light turns green, the pedestrian crossing making that incessant beeping sound. I’m trying my best to look like I know what I’m doing in case someone mistakes me for a tourist and pickpockets me or something, and tell myself I’ll have to get used to this, because when I go to college I’ll be doing this every day.

I queue up for the city bus near the Spire, and I never remember it being so huge. Everything here is huge. People’s faces don’t seem friendly, all hard lines and vacant eyes, that rush-hour stare. Someone shoulders past me as I cling to a yellow handrail on the crowded bus, and doesn’t even turn around to say sorry. I text my mam, letting her know I’m okay, even though I’m not convinced I am.

I get off at Seafield Road, just like Jude told me to, and make my way up the street, looking out for any of the landmarks he mentioned. It’s a big, leafy suburban area lined with big red brick 1930s houses on both sides of the road.

I hang a left off Seafield and head up Vernon Avenue, a string of Georgian terraces that opens out onto the sea. The air is fresh in a way that reminds me of the holiday village, but the seafront in Clontarf has nothing on the one I spent the summer on. It’s built up here, pathways and benches and those outdoor gym machines that nobody ever really uses, it isn’t as unspoiled and beautiful, instead it’s so very urban. I peer over a wall and down into the outdoor area of a trendy restaurant full of trendy people eating al-fresco, their plates adorned with microscopic portions of oysters and scallops and other expensive foods I’ve never tasted. A man with a booming voice says something down his phone about owning properties in Howth and I wonder if my mother really was onto something when she said this area was posh.

I arrive outside Jude’s house. It’s an old Georgian place with lush foliage outside, a brand new car sitting in the driveway. It’s all period details and sash windows, a set of wide stone steps leading up to the front door, which has a classic arched fan light above it. It’s the nicest house on the street by far. It looks like it should be featured in a magazine.

I quickly learn though, that when very cool kids say that a party starts at seven, they apparently don’t mean seven. I’m the first to arrive, and Jude actually looks surprised when he opens the door to me.

“Oh, Evie, Hi.” He says, the heavy-handed plonking sounds of a piano drifting into the hall behind him. ‘I didn’t think you’d come so early, I still have to shower.” Oh God, no. He lets me in anyway. “Come in, my sister is just practising for her piano lessons. They start up again next week but she hasn’t played all summer.” He rolls his eyes. “In case you can’t tell. She sounds shite.” He sounds especially American in this environment, so it’s freaky to hear him use a word like “shite.”

I step into the hallway, high ceilinged with a herringbone wood floor that extends into the back of the house. It’s been built well into the garden, huge windows with glass so clean it’s invisible look out over a patio with all that expensive outdoor furniture that you sit on in the showroom to pretend that you’re the kind of person who could justify paying for something that’s only brought out of the shed for three months a year.

I want to say something like: “I never knew you were so rich” to him, before I decide that it might sound stupid. I just walk on through to the open kitchen and dining area and act like I’m always in giant, converted Georgian houses, and this is all completely uninteresting to me.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” He asks me, and I nod, and then sit there watching him make it, perched on a barstool, the white marble countertops cool under my elbows.

“I’m sorry I’m early.” I say. “I thought it was at seven.”

“No it’s fine, I said seven in the text. I should have been more specific.”

“More specific about…?”

“That seven doesn’t mean seven, it means like, sometime after eight.”

“Oh sorry. I didn’t know there was a cipher now.” He smiles and shakes his head as he tosses a tea bag into a mug, and by now it’s like I can read his mind: He doesn’t think I should apologise for not knowing that, but it doesn’t make me feel any less stupid.

There’s a sudden clacking on the wooden floors and Jude’s mother strides into the room jangling keys. I whip around to look at her. She’s a very young, very beautiful woman with blonde hair in a gamine style. She pauses when she sees me. “Oh hello.”

“Mom this is my friend Evie, Evie this is my mom.” Jude says.

“Hello…. Missus Turner.” I say, because that’s how they address people’s parents on American TV, but it just seems to amuse her. She has the same loping half-smile as her son, and regards me with Jude’s eyes, which is disconcerting. It’s the exact same, sharp, steady gaze that always seems as though it’s cutting through me. “Oh, darling, it’s just Colette.” She insists, and her accent is so posh that it’s almost British. “You’re one of the girls from the Holy Faith school?”

“No, I’m actually not. I’m from Tullamore. In Offaly.”

“Oh Offaly.” She says dully. “Very nice.”

“She’s one of my friends from holidays.” Jude clarifies.

“Oh right yeah, you’re Shane’s sister.”

Jude slides the mug of tea in front of me and I take it immediately, grateful to have something to do with my hands. “No, um. No I’m not.”

“Ah.” She reaches for her handbag from the dining table and rifles through it impatiently. “Jude, have you seen my reading glasses? I can’t find them.”

“Did you check the office?”

“Why would they be there?”

“I’m just asking did you check there.”

They bicker back and forth while I sip sheepishly on my tea. She seems intense, but actually, now that I think about it, sometimes Jude seems intense too. I feel a little wounded that Colette has never heard of me, because it means Jude didn’t bother to mention me. When he told her about his holidays and all the things that happened, I wasn’t in even one of his stories? It’s depressing.

She leaves the room, and I hear her opening a door, the jarring piano music suddenly amplified. “Ivy, get ready please, I want to leave in five minutes.” She shuts it again. Neither Jude nor I say anything until the footsteps have disappeared into the landing upstairs

“They’re going to my Aunt’s house this evening.” He tells me. “They’ll stay until midnight, maybe, and then they’re coming back.”

“Oh right.”

“How’s your tea?”

“It’s lovely, thank you.”

The room feels very large around me, and I feel like I’m Alice. I’ve drunk the potion and I keep shrinking into my environment. The smallest girl alive. Soon I’ll be a microscopic speck on these parquet floors.

“Who’s coming tonight?” I finally say into the long silence, and Jude slumps on the counter, looking very thoughtful. “A few people. Not many you’d know. Actually, except for Jen.”

“What about Kasper and Joe?”

“Everyone got their college offers today, so some people have other plans. They’re too busy to see me off before my big voyage…”

“Oh!” I exclaim. “I never asked about your leaving cert. How were your results?”

“I was happy.” He says with infuriating vagueness.

“Yes okay but what did you get?”

He laughs. “What’s it to you? It doesn’t matter.”

“I want to know, come on, you can’t withhold that.”

“I got enough to secure my place at university.”

“Which is?”

He rolls his eyes. “Five hundred and fifty.”

“Out of six hundred?!”

“Yes of course out of six hundred.” He chuckles. “What else?”

“That’s amazing! Congratulations.” I reach out across the counter and pull him into a hug.

“Thank you.” His cheeks have turned pink. “But if you tell anyone I’ll kill you.”

“Why, so they don’t figure out how much of a nerd you are?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it.”

His little sister runs into the room and grabs her shoes from the mat beside the patio door. “Hello.” She says to me as she fiddles with the velcro straps.

“Hi.” I say back.

“Ivy, this is my friend Evie.” Jude tells her. “Evie, this is my sister Ivy. The one who was playing the terrible piano.”

“Mean.” She pouts.

“Yes, mean!” I agree. “I think you sounded great.”

“She’s lying.” Jude says, and she darts over to karate chop the air in front of his stomach a dozen times. He puts his hand on top of her head and musses up her long, fawn coloured hair . “If you want me to say you’re good then you should have just practised.”

“You should have just practised.” She mocks.

“Do I sound like that?” Jude asks me.

I snicker. “Yeah you do.”

He pokes her in the ribs and she squeals, racing across the room away from him. I sit back and smile to myself as he messes with her. I’m seeing a side to him that I never thought about him having. On his own he’s nearly mythical, this mysterious puzzle to solve, and here in his native environment he seems like an ordinary boy. Someone’s big brother. I imagine him growing up within these four walls, arriving when he wasn’t too much older than Ivy is now. Picturing him as a child is pulling at my heartstrings.

I briefly meet his father too, before they leave for the night; A big American man with a loud voice who also looks altogether far too young to have an eighteen year old son, and he’s firmly uninterested in me. He doesn’t stick around to exchange pleasantries and the three of them leave about one minute after I meet him, which I don’t mind. Jude goes to have a shower after that, and he leaves me alone in the big kitchen, spinning around on the barstool and reading the spines of all the cookbooks on a shelf until he comes back downstairs.

I help him to bring glasses and plates out to the table on the patio, and he starts unloading a shopping bag full of spirits onto the countertop. I nervously ask him if we’re going to be drinking all of that tonight, and he sarcastically replies that yes, we will be, and I personally will have to have at least two of the bottles to myself or he’ll tell everyone I’m a freak. There’s loads of food too. Oven pizzas and chips, chicken goujons, and those indian snacks you get at Marks and Spencers. I put on the oven and shovel everything in while we make idle smalltalk, never once mentioning the festival, the kissing, or the fact that by this time tomorrow, he’ll be gone, because whenever the conversation veers that way, he gets distracted by something else and we wind up changing the subject.

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OC Mundane Tag Game

Tagged by @rainintheevening--thanks for the tag!

Rules: Pick an oc you'd like to talk about and answer the questions for them! Then tag ten people, or as many as you can. 'Underdeveloped character I adopted' is fine, too! Absolutely no pressure to play, though.

Also, if some of it can't apply to your ocs, just answer what would be the answer - like if they're in a historical setting, they likely can't watch movies, but what is a movie they'd like?

(Also, most people have many ocs, so feel free to retag people and answer as many times as you get tagged! Or get really wild and just answer for as many ocs as you'd like! :D)

I think I'm gonna talk about Theodore Ace, one of my Doctor Who ocs, because I've been writing about him lately and I love him so much.

1. What is their favorite movie?

Theo hails from the 1830's (aka the end of the Georgian Era and the beginning of the Victorian Era), so of course he didn't have access to films then, but once he gets involved in time travel shenaniganery with Joker (my other oc, female Time Lord) and she starts introducing him to what she considers the most important cultural zeitgeists, he of course watched Lord of the Rings. He didn't cry. Why would he cry. Why would you even ask that. Stop looking at him like that, of course he didn't cry-- (the preservation of honor and chivalry and the ultimate triumph of good over evil got to him, okay).

Also, not a movie, but he's been a really big fan of Arthurian legend since he was very little, and probably had a heck of a time--a heck of a time calling out the textual inaccuracies, that is.

(No, he didn't cry at the end. He didn't. Stop calling him a liar.)

2. What is their favorite season?

I think probably fall, though I couldn't tell you why.

3. What do they find annoying?

He's not a fan of surprises. Joker absolutely loves them though, and has a tendency to fly their TARDIS to places and times that she thinks he will like without telling them where they're going, but this just makes him very grumpy, even if he does end up liking where they're going. The dear needs a plan. As their relationship progresses, Joker learns to compensate for his need for structure and he learns to loosen up a bit, though.

4. How would they like to spend their Christmas or equivalent holiday?

Theodore's Christmases growing up usually consisted of extravagant parties put on by his father and siblings, and those parties were usually miserable, as they were social power plays more than anything else. Thus, his ideal Christmas is either a) something really, really low-key or b) something completely different than what he's used to. As Doctor Who has a tradition about Christmas specials, I should probably find them something fun to do--I'll have to think about that.

5. Do they play an instrument? If so, what? How good are they at it?

This could be subject to change, but I don't think he does (unless Joker teaches him a little bit of guitar at some point). He's a half-decent singer though--he tries to hide his interest initially, but he loves discovering new music on their travels, and late 90s/early 00s punk rock was a revelation for him. He'll sing if he's by himself and he's blasting the music so loud he doesn't think anyone will be able to hear him--Joker has walked into the TARDIS to him belting Yellowcard's "Ocean Avenue" in another room, but she'd never tell him that she heard. He's also a good dancer, which he isn't actually that embarrassed about--but of course, he comes from a time where that skill was expected of him.

6. What's their favorite meal to eat?

He's fairly simple in this respect: toast and jam and black coffee.

7. Do they have a favorite video game or board game?

He doesn't strike me much as a video game guy (though he'd watch Joker play them), but I feel like he would be terrifyingly good at Risk and chess.

8. Do they celebrate their birthday?

As a child, his birthday was made into an extravagant affair in a similar manner to Christmas, which of course he absolutely hated, and once he joins Joker on her TARDIS, it becomes pretty difficult to keep track of things like birthdays. He never plans to celebrate it, but Joker somehow keeps track, and as she learns his dislike for surprises, lets him "take the reins" so to speak on the TARDIS his first birthday together and lets him decide everything they do that day. She always tries to make a big deal out of it for him, as she knows how neglected he was as a child and knows that pain, as she never had anyone to celebrate her birthday with growing up (or even the knowledge of when it was).

9. What's their bedtime routine?

Despite his need for schedules, he can often be a bit of an insomniac (though sometimes not by choice). That combined with the aforementioned time-travel shenaniganery means that there is usually very little "routine," but it usually always involves a) a cup of something hot (sometimes even coffee, he needs help) and b) a large stack of books.

10. What's an oc (or canon character) that they like to spend time around? What do they tend to do together?

He and Rose Tyler have a wonderful friendship built on fellow-companion-comradery, though they didn't originally click well when they first met--Rose was put off by how stuffy and rigid he is (not to mention he's five years older than her), and Theodore was just rather baffled by her immaturity and frustrated by her reckless behavior. They are complete opposites in so many ways, but eventually they bond after saving each other's lives a few times. Rose calls him "Teddy," and since she has no siblings and all of Theo's are terrible, they kind of think of each other as the sibling they never had. They often tease each other about how dead gone they are on their respective Time Lords, even while they vehemently deny that they have any such feeling for their own Time Lord.

Ten and Rose often make fun of Joker and Theo's will-they-won't-they behind their back, and vice-versa. The irony is lost on both parties.

Tagging @kanerallels @accidental-spice @o-lei-o-lai-o-lord and anyone else who has an oc they'd like to talk about!

#there is an arc i'm doing at some point where Rose has to pretend to be Theo's fiancee and I cannot WAIT for that chaos #joker and ace

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