#lms please

[weisbrot]

angel grantaire perhaps? i've been rereading under my wings and i would love to see your take

shame on me but i havent read it yet so heres my best guess 🫣💛

hope its what you wanted dear anon and thank you for this request and fic rec!! 👀✨🪽

[mblue-art]

and then we unceremoniously get shoved into a closet for 7 mins after the game (😳)

(based on this)

[ilikefork]

Heroes of Winds

After 174 layers and 9 hours, I am done with this piece right before Linktober! Love all of these sillies sm :3c Hope you all enjoy this chain of (heroes of) Winds!

Credits to everyone (Ya'll are so cool):

Tune from @linked-rails by me! (@ilikefork)

'Wind' from @linkeduniverse by @jojo56830

Wind from @recalled11 by @l3ominor

Shrimp from @link-rejoin by @v-toast

Splatoon!Wind by @sea-salt-lemon-sugar

Wind from @linked-maze by @frulleboi

Sailor from @linksfunroadtrip by @waroferas, @islandlobster & @linkvcr

And last, but not least!

Wind from @limited-hero by @kenxboi

[24601orwhatever]

GUIDO BALZARETTI AS MARIUS

even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise 📷 : los miserables

[lilaccatholic]

My kingdom for an accurate adaptation of all the Anne books

[la-muerta]

I believe you will come back and save me. I put my life in your hands.

Jiang Shuo 江烁 + Qin Yiheng 秦一恒 (Psych-Hunter 心宅猎人, 2020)

[the-fourth-nail]

Anne of Avonlea by L. M. Montgomery

[theincorrigiblemagpie]

Do y'all remember the chapter in Anne of Windy Poplars when Anne tried to "fix" the situation for that girl who loved italics? (She'd told Anne that she'd accepted the proposal of a man she didn't love and was in agonies over it.)

And the man decided to hit on Anne when she tried to intervene?

And then, both of them turned on Anne later?

r/relationship_advice could only dream of drama like this.

I just know that girl would be making multi-part tiktok videos about women who are not "girls' girls."

[majorproblems77]

Hey Linked Maze fans! It's me! :D

Another update another ramble from yours truly! :D

I love the smol updates just as much as the large ones cause it gets me thinking ngl. Makes me wonder what's gonna happen next!

(Especially in situations like this)

Okay enough from me

A link to the comic page can be found here! Please do go and check it out and give it a lil reblog to show your support! It's wonderful.

Importantly!

Linked maze belongs too @linked-maze and its creator @frulleboi. if you've not seen it note that it's for more mature audiences! :)

without further ado!

You might not need snacks for this one, but get some water, I know you need some right now. Got some? Awesome, let's begin!

We start with this panel!

First off the saturation of the image, we know that wind's outfit is like blue blue. So it's interesting to see it so discoloured. Makes me wonder if this is how wolfy sees generally or if it's just in wolf form.

(Ha you thought I was gonna go straight to the sents right, nope :D)

But now I will

So we can see 3 colours here. A reddish pink, A purple, and cream? I'm gonna call it cream.

So this confirms something

Three people have had enough contact with this object to leave an impression.

And here we can see two of them

If im understanding this correctly, Red belongs to Sky. The purple belongs to this second figure who I am going to assume is Zelda.

Also who I can assume is Wolfie seeing this red in his eyes. A cool touch!

A visual representation of whose scent he is following I can only assume., which would defo be useful later. For like when we oh I dont know

Go looking for the cream-coloured scent owner?

This is the only frame we see this cream-coloured scent. So I'm gonna call this now and assume that this scent belongs to Angel or djævel. Probably Angel since she's the one we've seen wandering around collecting the hero's items.

He sniffin

it's the windy boi

I love him, your honour

Also totally not Wolfie pretending that sword isn't his.

It's not mine what are you talking about :))))))))))

I like this shot, it's very nice.

I am a little worried as to why Warrior looks worried. Surely he must know about dog scenes. and I feel like Wolfy has proven himself by now as to not be a threat to him.

Unless...

Do you think Warrior noticed Wolfy does not smell the sword handle? And smell the random fabric instead.

A sword handle would have the most intense smell of something right? Because of the sweat. So...

Warrior is wondering and now so am I.

This is the face of a man who knows something is up with that wolf

Man is trying to be a good friendo

Warrior dont apologise you smol cinnamon roll it's fine let the kids lead

The mix of the colours here is interesting.

(Totally not me zooming in on the coloured lines to see if I can figure out what colours they are made from)

I see mainly that pinky red here.

But something in me wants to say that there's a little bit of cream in here.

You think they are gonna use the sailcloth to find Angel later? That could be cool. Maybe get Wolfy to smell a bunch of items to build a scent profile for Angel so they can go looking for her later?

Just a thought! let me know what you think! I love doing these and it's great. Thanks again to @linked-maze for the permission to do this. I love doing them.

Thats all tho so I hope you have a wonderful day/night! :D

[weisbrot]

lil fandom exr WIP too just to make it fair

[kupo-theincendiary]

sorry ma'am your son was kept inside too long and he got bored and found out you were evil. and decided to steal a broken miraculous so he could destroy himself and everyone around him. yeah you can control him but you'll have to find him first. sorry about that

please click on the image i can barely read any of the writing. particularly at the end i didnt run out of room wdym. thats a. stylistic choice

[realbeefman]

something very interesting to me about the poorly choreographed violence in like minds particularly in regards to alex’s father. like you can just TELL that that actor does not want to hurt that kid and it honestly influences the way he plays this character who i think is TEXTUALLY meant to be a very proud and overbearing man but who comes off more as someone so deeply mired in grief that he can barely stand to look at his own son.

[psalm22-6]

San Francisco Call, 20 December 1897

It is not necessary to shed tears over Dickens' pathetic portrayal of the death of little Nell, or to read some of the stirring pictures from Hugo's immortal "Les Miserables" to understand the sorrow of the poor. The city prison yesterday developed a case as sad, as deeply touching as any of the heart-moving recitals of human sorrow ever portrayed by the masters of fiction in their most realistic creations.

In a city of plenty, among hospitable people, while anthems rose from scores of church choirs, a little child perished in its mother's arms from lack of nourishment, while the father, a man of education and refinement, paced his cell in the city prison, powerless to comfort the distracted mother and his four grief stricken and destitute children.

The babe that perished in its mother's arms was the child of Horace Van Buren, a manufacturing chemist, who was sentenced Saturday to the County Jail for embezzling $10. He had been entrusted with this petty sum by a woman who lives on Grant avenue. Thus forced by poverty to do wrong the man who bears the name of a president of the United States languished in poverty and disgrace while his helpless wife paced the floor of her humble home at 722 Grove street until the dark angel kissed and called away the last flower and gift of her life.

But Mrs. Van Buren is a brave little being in the face of crushing sorrows. Battling to save her dying child against difficulties that would have crushed many a woman, she bore up bravely until its death. Then she sobbed as if her heart would break, for the man who had sworn to love and protect her and his children was that moment a prisoner in a narrow cell, there was no money with which to meet the expenses of a funeral and her other children stood face to face with the last loaf, their little lives warped with new sorrows, her own life at best but a wintry day.

It was then that the patient sufferer hastened to the jail, there to break the news to the prisoner whose child was her child, whose sorrow was hers. It was there, too, that she entwined her arms around the unfortunate father's neck and sobbed so mournfully that the jail keepers — men accustomed to witnessing many sorrows — bowed their heads and stepped aside out of respect to the bereavement of two unfortunates whose lives had thus drifted into the depths of despair.

The interview between husband and wife was evidently a painful one, and the prisoner, as well as his wife, sobbed so as to attract the attention of other prisoners. But the hardest wretch in the entire enclosure was not so heartless as not to be affected by the sight when he knew the cause of the sorrow. When the grief-stricken woman departed from the prison her husband told Captain Robinson that his youngest child, a babe of 7 months, had died in its mother's arms a few hours before her visit to the jail. He asked whether he would be permitted to go home and see the babe and comfort his wife for a few hours. When Chief Lees was told the story he said:

"Let permission be granted by all means. We would be hyenas to refuse such a request."

So the sorrowing father was led from his gloomy cell by Policeman Coughlin, who was deeply affected by the sight he beheld at the home of the parents of the dead baby.

The mother led her husband to a lounge, where the babe lay beautiful in the last sleep. The strong man knelt beside the babe, as tears bathed his face and his body was swayed by the storm of grief that swept over his whole being. The mother threw her arms around the unfortunate man, who was soon to be led back to jail. Four young children witnessed the sad spectacle and added to the pathos as they cried and clung to him until he painfully and slowly walked with bowed head and aching heart from the house of sorrow.

There is no food in that house except a few morsels of bread, and the fuel is all gone.

"If you could only be with me we might do something," said the lonely and hopeless woman as her husband was taken back to jail, "but alone I am helpless. For two days I have paced the floor with baby in my arms, unable to see any one or ask for assistance."

An effort will be made to-day to have the unfortunate man's sentence commuted. There is room, meantime, for charitable persons to demonstrate in this case, and at this Yuletide season, that there is such a thing as the brotherhood of man, and that "one drop of blood flows through the races."

[lmchaptertitlebracket]

Round 1, Matchup 18: I.ii.4 vs V.ii.4

[flying-womrats]

Instead of buying the Lovestruck EP, download...

NOTICE 7/23/24: MANY IF NOT ALL OF THESE MODS ARE BROKEN BY TODAY'S PATCH. PLEASE CHECK WHETHER THEY'VE BEEN CLEARED/UPDATED BEFORE ADDING THEM TO A PATCHED GAME. Disclaimer: I know none of this helps console players. But neither does encouraging EA to continue their bullshit by buying new DLCs, so this is something PC players can do.

Disclaimer 2: Not all of these are mods I have used or am using in my own game so YMMV.

Disclaimer 3: Many of these creators still have content on Curseforge at the time of writing, although the only one exclusive to it is SixamCC (for whom I linked @verycursedstuff's upload instead.)

Turn-ons/Turn-offs System

Wicked Whims (NSFW)/Wonderful Whims

RPO Charm & Chemistry (all RPO modules are standalone)

Chemistry System (though this one looks closer to the compatibility system from Growing Together?)

Romance Skill

Road to Romance

Dating App

RPO Meet&Mingle

Romantic Interactions

Bed Cuddle

Cute Romance

5 New Romantic Interactions

Kiss-n-Grind (caution: not officially cleared for most recent patch, but creator has been active since the Crystal Creations Patch That Broke Everything)

More Kisses (caution: not officially cleared for most recent patch, but creator has been active since the Crystal Creations patch)

Objects

Heart-shaped bed: The Furniture Showroom by SixamCC

Preorder bonus bed: Simple Metal Bed Frames by BrazenLotus, Cheap and Chipped by Syboulette

[pilferingapples]

Marius, more intent on the outside than on the interior, had not, up to that time, taken a good look at the pinioned spy in the dark background of the tap-room. When he beheld him in broad daylight, striding over the barricade in order to proceed to his death, he recognized him. Something suddenly recurred to his mind. He recalled the inspector of the Rue de Pontoise, and the two pistols which the latter had handed to him and which he, Marius, had used in this very barricade, and not only did he recall his face, but his name as well. This recollection was misty and troubled, however, like all his ideas. It was not an affirmation that he made, but a question which he put to himself: “Is not that the inspector of police who told me that his name was Javert?” Perhaps there was still time to intervene in behalf of that man. But, in the first place, he must know whether this was Javert. Marius called to Enjolras, who had just stationed himself at the other extremity of the barricade: “Enjolras!” “What?” “What is the name of yonder man?” “What man?” “The police agent. Do you know his name?” “Of course. He told us.” “What is it?” “Javert.” Marius sprang to his feet.

YOU HAVE TRASH TIMING, MARIUS

also a genuinely horrible memory for faces good GRIEF