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[littlethingsmart]

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[simmerkate]

Painting at the Beach Set

🎨 Dive into artistic paradise with the "Painting at the Beach" CC set! 🌊 Unleash your Sims' creativity with a collection of paintbrushes, a picturesque easel with paintings, refreshing Snapple drinks, juicy watermelon slices, vibrant watercolor paints, and a rustic wood palette. Transform your Sims' homes into a coastal haven where artistic inspiration flourishes. 🖌️

This set includes:

🎨 Paintbrushes

🖼️ Easel with Paintings

🍹 Snapple Drinks

🍉 Slices of Watermelon

🎨 Watercolor Paints

🎨 Wood Palette

Public Release - 18th of August

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Enjoy xx

Please be careful if your using a low end pc as some of the items may be high poly :)

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[andreablog2]

Panera sells brisk iced tea, pizza & fried chicken sandwiches now. I swear it used to be like a deli w fresh ingredients and now I can tell they get told specific portions of what vegetables they should give and there’s too many items on the menu & they are owned by this mega conglomerate now that also owns pret a porter ai by pain peers bruegers Einstein insomnia cookies Krispy Kreme green mountain coffee Dr Pepper Snapple Mott’s apple juice ……and all their subsidiaries including Panera have these convoluted reward systems. They are a shady German owned company and I swear they are in a mission to give us all health complications

[fragmented-memories-au]

Fragmented Memories Facts 👥🍎

His system name is "Apple Cloud Collective 🍎☁️"

He likes the song Pure Imagination by Kathleen

They carry their caterpillar plushie everywhere

They don't like shoes

Their chew toy squeaks (This normally triggers Barnaby to front)

They have light pink heart shaped paw pads on their feet

Wallie likes Snapple Apple and refuses to drink any other brand of apple juice.

Poppy cooks and makes sure they system is fed. She often leaves apple shaped cookies for Wallie to eat. If another alter eats them she gets very upset as they all have specific shapes that their cookies are in.

Frank was the one who suggested they all have designated, items and shapes to help the others differentiate between each other.

Eddie bought the diary for Frank. He uses it everyday.

[digiroadsabhisheksaini]

Uncovering the Central participants in the Global Soft Drinks Market

Presentation:

The Global Soft Drinks market has seen noteworthy development throughout the long term, driven by changing customer inclinations, development, and a developing accentuation on wellbeing and health. From carbonated refreshments to non-carbonated drinks, the market is different and dynamic. In this blog, we dive into the central participants moulding the scene of the Global Soft Drinks market.

Coca-Cola Organization:

With regards to the worldwide soda pops market, one can't neglect the epic presence of The Coca-Cola Organization. With a rich history tracing all the way back to the late nineteenth 100 years, Coca-Cola has laid down a good foundation for itself as a notable brand inseparable from reward and happiness. Working in more than 200 nations, Coca-Cola offers a different arrangement of items, including its lead Coca-Cola brand, Diet Coke, Sprite, Fanta, and a range of non-carbonated drinks like Dasani water and Moment Servant juices. Through essential acquisitions, creative promoting efforts, and constant item improvement, Coca-Cola stays a predominant power in the worldwide soda pops market.

PepsiCo Inc.:

One more heavyweight in the Global Soft Drinks market field is PepsiCo Inc. With its leader image Pepsi driving the charge, PepsiCo flaunts an imposing presence in north of 200 nations. Notwithstanding Pepsi, the organisation's broad item portfolio incorporates Mountain Dew, 7UP, Mirinda, and a scope of non-carbonated drinks, for example, Tropicana juices and Aquafina water. PepsiCo's obligation to development and supportability has empowered it to remain cutthroat in an always advancing business sector. From acquainting better refreshment choices with putting resources into eco-accommodating bundling, PepsiCo keeps on adjusting to changing buyer patterns and inclinations.

Keurig Dr Pepper:

Shaped by the consolidation of Keurig Green Mountain and Dr Pepper Snapple Gathering, Keurig Dr Pepper is a vital participant in the Global Soft Drinks market. The organisation brags a different portfolio of notorious brands, including Dr Pepper, Snapple, 7UP, Canada Dry, and Keurig's setup of hot and cold refreshment frameworks. With an emphasis on item development and conveyance proficiency, Keurig Dr Pepper has cemented its situation as a main player in the business. The organisation's essential associations and interests in promoting have empowered it to capture a huge portion of the worldwide soda pops market.

Nestlé S.A.:

While basically known for its food and drink contributions, Nestlé S.A. has a critical presence in the Global Soft Drinks market. With brands like Nestea, Nesquik, and Unadulterated Life water under its umbrella, Nestlé takes special care of purchasers' different inclinations for reviving drinks. Utilising its worldwide reach and broad conveyance organisation, Nestlé keeps on extending its presence in the soda pops portion. The organisation's emphasis on quality, development, and supportability resounds with current shoppers, driving its development in the serious market.

Conclusion:

The worldwide soda pops market is described by serious rivalry, development, and advancing shopper inclinations. Vital participants like The Coca-Cola Organization, PepsiCo Inc., Keurig Dr Pepper, and Nestlé S.A. employ impressive impact, driving development and forming the business' future. With a tenacious spotlight on item development, promoting methodologies, and manageability drives, these organisations keep on flourishing in the dynamic and steadily expanding worldwide soda pops market. As purchaser tastes and inclinations keep on advancing, these vital participants are ready to adjust and lead the way in this thrilling industry.

[calcbench]

Pepsi and Coke Disclosures, Head-to-Head

This week is a huge one for first-quarter earnings reports, and Calcbench will be with you every step of the way to parse the filings and find interesting morsels of disclosure to discuss.

First up: Coca-Cola ($KO) and Pepsico ($PEP). Both companies have filed their Q1 earnings reports, and we wanted to do a quick soda-to-soda comparison between the two.

For example, using our Multi-Company Page, you can benchmark the two companies on standard GAAP disclosures such as revenue and operating income, and also on non-GAAP disclosures such as adjusted net income and adjusted EPS. See Figure 1, below.

Calcbench tracks a host of non-GAAP disclosures, and on the Multi-Company page you can compare those disclosures across a host of companies. Not every company will use every non-GAAP metric we track, but we do follow EBITDA, free cash flow, and many more. Simply start typing “non-GAAP” in the standardized metrics field, find the metric of your choice, and see which companies are reporting what.

You can also track historical trends in non-GAAP disclosures that a company makes. For example, we cracked open the earnings release for Coca-Cola, and noticed right at the top that organic revenues (a non-GAAP disclosure) grew 12 percent compared to first-quarter 2022.

By mousing over that specific 12 percent number, we could then “see tag history” — which is a fancy way of saying we could see how Coca-Cola reported that same item in prior filings. Organic growth was 18 percent in Q1 2022 and 6 percent in Q1 2021. Dump those numbers into an Excel spreadsheet, and with a few keystrokes you can cook up a chart like Figure 2, below.

We then did the same for Pepsico’s earnings release. Organic growth at Pepsi rose 14.3 percent in Q1 23 versus 13.7 percent in Q1 2022, with less fizzy performance in the years before that. Again, we built a simple table in Excel and ended up with the chart below, Figure 3.

You could keep playing with the numbers from there, honing your analysis to ever more precise conclusions. For example, you could compare operating or geographic segments; or expand your analysis to include other peer companies, such as Snapple Dr. Pepper.

Some pointers to remember:

Choose your peer group carefully. That was true when your mom warned you about your peers in middle school, and it’s true in financial analysis too. Calcbench has several ways to let you find the peer group that’s right for you.

Any number you see that’s hyper-linked, you can hold your mouse cursor over it to get the tag history. That gives you the historical data you want, and most times you can export that tag history as an Excel spreadsheet

Excel can be your friend! Just use our Excel Add-In to help export the company data you want into whatever model you’ve whipped up on your PC.

That’s all for today. We’ll have more posts about the wide world of Q1 disclosures throughout the week.

[noritoshiikamo]

priest!nanami kento x fallen angel!reader cw sacrilege, fucking on the communion table, manipulative behaviour, semi public fucking??, male & female receiving oral, spitting and exchanging fluid, unprotected sex

a part of my 3k milestone event request belongs to @cheolinn my beloved <3 i have no idea what im rambling but see yall in hell okay? happy belated bday nanamin

- playing god

you knew life as the priest’s wife is hard.

everyone absolutely adores father nanami. and with his adoration comes the annoyance of which you’re being scrutinized under the eyes of the neighbours.

“how’s she married to father nanami and not even attend his sunday’s preach?” you held your tongue, focusing on the canned foods you were comparing as the two women in front of you gossipped. tossing the can in the tray, you scoffed as you walked past them.

you didn’t miss the bitch they threw at you and you rationalised with yourself; is it really worthy to fight two old ladies in the canned food aisle?

nanami married you last year, after knowing for few months. he had never forced you to attend his church, but you do it occasionally out of respect for him. it did take a toll on your mortal body, unholy souls aren’t supposed to cross the threshold of a holy place. it rendered you completely bruised and weak which you blamed it on your fake trauma. nanami ate it up, never forcing you to come to the church anymore like the foolish human you expected.

funny how you were casted out of heaven only to fall in the arms of a priest. that’s a big fuck you from the big man as he made the man completely fallen head over heel for you. a corrupted angel marrying a priest sounds like another joke you tell your buddies over beers but it’s a sick punishment from god to you.

and you made it your whole motivation to corrupt his messenger.

you headed to the checkout counter, politely greeted by the lady behind the counter. you watched as the cashier rang up and bagged your items, a cart full of groceries for you both to last a week or two and she stated the total. as you expected, it is expensive. you smiled, you’ve done it so many times as you leaned against the counter.

“my, that’s a lot. are you sure? i think i only bought a bottle of snapple and a bag of apples.”

you feigned your shock, reciting two cheapest items from your trolley. you memorized it, it’s your little mind gag. like in trance, the cashier glanced at the trolley and widened her eyes, profusely apologizing for her mistake. you watched happily as the cashier started erasing the ‘wrong’ items off the machine until it was just the two items.

you happily obliged, placing the small changes ignoring the thick wad of money sitting in your purse courtesy of your husband. as the cashier handed the change, you shrugged, telling her to give you a pack of cigarettes in exchange of the few cents left. it was far from enough, but the cashier followed your order anyway, blinded by your charms, handling you the pack which you happily tucked in your purse.

“have a nice day!” you cheerfully waved, rolling your eyes once she was away from your vision.

humans are so easy to trick, especially when you’re in a position of power. and being the priest’s wife definitely gives you extra passes in helping your cause of corrupting the human. nanami wasn’t home as you walked in your house, hands full of groceries you didn’t have to pay, cigarettes hanging loose from your lips. he can do that later, you scoffed tossing the bags on the counter as you walked to the living room, with a bottle of wine kicking the heels off as you turned off the tv.

you don’t get humans and their obsession with numbing their mind. this grape concentration was nothing to you as you downed half of the bottle. you waited for your loving human to return home, as this was your one year anniversary. he told you to not do anything, he was going to take you out and spoil you for dinner but you had plans of your own.

you had planned it for so long. for casting you out of hell, you want god to pay for the mistakes he made. you know that a priest’s words in a community brings such a huge impact. you tested the water, started small by weeding out the one with a corrupted soul that would be an easy target.

they are the trash of the community, everyone’s secretly praying for them to disappear off the earth, no one would miss them. you made yourself their new god, sending them spiralling down into addictions, corrupting the loyals to commit adultery, breaking families apart. it was funny to see how quickly the church was losing their people, how most of them were never a good person as they claimed to be.

you spent so many nights comforting your husband when you were the reason for his demise. comforting him with sex was always the fun part; nanami was gentle as you expected but you knew there’s a feral side of him that he was hiding every time he’s balls deep in you. funny how you prayed for him to snap but he never did. no matter how much you begged for him to choke you, offered him other places he could explore, but he would turn it down. how his eyes were full of lust as he muttered how it was wrong to fall for the temptation of the devil.

but you are tired of the little games. you wanted to know if your husband is truly the man of god he is.

but god works in a different way. your phone vibrated, as you took the last drag of your cigarette, your eyes skimmed through the text. you have got to be kidding me, you threw the bottle on the floor. it shattered, just like your plans but you’ll improvise. you have no problem corrupting a man like him in the house of god. if anything, it only made your cunt tingled at the thoughts of ravishing the priest on the communion table.

i’m stuck at work, don’t wait up - n

you don’t need a car to travel, as you stood in front of the church. what’s some pain when you can finally have control, your heels clicked on the floor as you walked along the aisle to where your husband busied himself with a member of a church. “y/n,” you love the way your name rolled off his tongue as he spotted you, glasses hung on the bridge of his nose. he looked disheveled, exhausted. he explained to the member how it was their anniversary night, and that they were missing a dinner because of his busy work.

“please, you and your missus are welcome to my restaurant. as my apology for taking both of your times,” the man said, glancing both to you and father nanami. you took a seat, as both of them continued. you noticed the urgent glance from your husband to you as you loosened your coat, exposing more skin. you were bare underneath. you could smell his arousal, as expected.

it didn’t take long for him to cave. the man seemed to understand, telling that he’ll be here at the church tomorrow. you couldn’t hold yourself back from smiling, there’ll be no church here tomorrow for them to worship when you’re done with it. as the heavy door slammed shut you found yourself almost giddy in his arms, pressing him down on his chair.

“i miss you,” you cheered, batting your eyes as you toyed with his collars. your lips ghosted over his own, as your fingers ghosted over his throat you could feel the lump going down. “i miss you too. i’m sorry i get held back with the job,” his hand going up and down your side and you couldn’t help the shudders down your spine.

it’s odd how comforting it was for you to sit in his lap without feeling like your inside was burning. the collar came off so easily, as you loosened up his buttons. nanami grabbed your wrists, halting your movement. “we shouldn’t do it here, let’s go home,” he insisted, brushing you off his laps. but that’s not what you want. you didn’t miss the look of fear in his face when you yanked him, tossing him on the communion table. the papers scattered, candle holders clanking on the floor as you climbed on top of him.

“what’s wrong with you?”

you snickered, undoing your coat, bare except for the bra holding your breasts up, “i thought god loves offering?” you yanked his black shirt off, marveling on his pretty body trembling underneath your palm, “what better way to offer ourselves than in it’s purest form right, kento?” your tongue traced along his abs, legs straddling his waist as you pinned your hands beside his head. nanami’s eyes stared deeply into your bloodshot eyes, disbelieving in what he’s seeing.

“you’re not my wife.”

“i was never your wife from the start. i’m an angel, fallen out of grace,” you flipped your hair away, twisting your torso where a healed stub where your wings used to sit near your shoulder blade, “you can call me by any names, y/n, devil, angel, your wife,” your eyes sparkled with mischief as your nails dug deep in the flesh of his chest.

“it’s impossible, you can’t enter the house of god!”

nanami was hard to deal with, he’s quite stronger than you expected but not when your hand wrapped around his neck cutting off the air supply that made him still. you grimaced, laughter echoed in the large hall as you tightened your grip to his neck, “your god isn’t here. just you and me in this empty box.”

“what do you want?” he coughed out, hands clawing on your wrist. there is it, the question you’ve been waiting for. your husband, the man of god he claimed to be is now at mercy of you, a false god. you grinned, fangs flashing as you loosened your grip to his neck. you want what every woman; sex and domination.

he kissed you back, to your surprise. teeth clashing in urgency as you slip your tongue between his lips. you couldn’t help but to moan, grinding your hips slowly against his bulge. his touch left trail of heat along your bare skin. it touched your wing stub, a warning hiss escaped your lips but he deepened the kiss, pulling you tighter against him. “don’t do that,” you warned, grabbing a handful of his hair. he looked at you, lips red from where your fangs tore it and moist from the kiss before nodding lightly. he was blushing, fuck, he’s making it so hard for you to deal with it.

“i just want-”

you yanked his hair harder, “don’t.”

he nodded again, pulling his hand away from your back. his gentleness annoyed you as you straddled his chest, “open your mouth,” his brows furrowed in confusion but by the look on your face you’re not going to ask again. his tongue unfurled itself, and you happily spit in it where it mixed with his blood and saliva. “nu’uh, don’t swallow that,” you slipped your panties aside, before sitting yourself comfortably on his face. you didn’t have to say anything as his tongue buried itself in your soaking slit.

if there’s one thing you’re grateful about being in the human body, it’s the amount of pleasure you could receive. your eyes rolled back as he continued, tongue tracing in patterns before his lips formed an o around your clit. your loud moans echoed in the hall. “f-fucking hell, father, you prayed to god with that mouth?” you chuckled, grabbing your breast in your hands, flicking the neglected bud with your own fingers, “my, it’s certainly way better than spitting all that nonsense is it?”

you know he’s enjoying it as much as you were, feeling his soft moans and hums as he continued to lap you up. your sharp nails raked through his soft blonde hair, his eyes opened up instantly, glossy as he looked up to you. his arms snaked around your body, feeling your ass and around your waist, leaving grips that would bruise.

“come on, father, you’re not doing hard enough. put more enthusiasm in it, is that how you present your offering to god? half assed tonguing?”

you sneered, pressing your thighs tighter around his face. his chest heaved, out of breath suffocated by the lack of air with your pussy pressed to his face. you were impatient, especially as the knot in your belly started to twist. you found yourself meeting him halfway, rocking your hips, bumping your clit against his nose. his hand grabbing on your tit, nipples between two fingers, edging you closer and closer. nanami knew what he’s doing, you found yourself undone, creaming on his face.

“that’s it baby, lap it all up, not a drop."

your body shuddered in pleasure, as he continued through your high. you pulled away, jumping off the table. you hovered above him, a sly smile as you marvelled at the sight, with your cum and arousal soaking his chin and face. “you’re all messy, lemme help,” you tossed his glasses on the ground, cracking on impact as your tongue scooped up the mess. it was a lot, a mouthful as your tongue traced his lips before kissing him.

you could taste yourself and iron taste of where his cut was as you dumped the load down his mouth. you hummed, when he flinched, holding him down. he swallowed to your joy before you pulled away. circling around where you kneel between his legs. you didn’t bother pulling it off all the way, mouth wrapped around the tip. of all the cocks, his own still the one you adored the most, how it filled up your mouth so good. with no gag reflex, it’s easy for you to go all the way, eliciting pretty whines out of his lips.

“y/n, slowly,” he grunted, fingers grabbing a handful of your hair. but you’re no human, pain isn’t in your vocabulary, if any it only riled you up when he pulled on your hair. “come on, kento. i know you want to fuck my throat,” you teased, letting drops of saliva down on his cock, where your hand slowly jerked it. pulling him to the edge of the table, you guided his hand to the side of your head, tip resting on your tongue heavy. your brows jolted up, a silent invitation but he stared down on you, unable to move.

shrugging, you moved for his sake, bobbing your head up and down. he flinched and moaned every time your cheeks hollowed itself around his shaft. it didn’t take long for him to respond, tightening his grip to your head. finally, nanami started to loosen up, taking over your pace as he jerked his hips forward. he was free to ram deep in your throat, head tilted up so he could look down on you. he had to remind himself multiple of times that this wasn’t his wife, that it wasn’t you that he loved but as your throat restricted itself around his shaft, his faith on god dissipated.

your bloodshot eyes looked pretty and glossy looking up on him. your throat making all the squelching noise and with the pretty hue across the bridge of your nose and cheeks, he found himself thrusting harder.

whatever kind of test of faith this was, nanami was failing it as he threw his head back moaning.

“please,” his voice croaked, grip tightening on your hair, “close, close, close."

he was practically fucking your throat, and you were happy to be at the receiving hand. your nose buried in his musky happy trail as he held you down. you could feel the spurt of his release in the back of your throat. it took you by surprise, your human body gagged at the sudden release but he held you down. think of it as a revenge. he tasted good as you expected, humming at the taste on the base of his cock only made it twitched.

his grip to your hair loosened as he slumped back against the table. but you’re not done.

“what do you want?” nanami asked, chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air, “truly?”

you switched position, your back towards him as you bent yourself forwards, legs apart where he could see your glistening slit. “my endgame? i just wanna pissed off daddy upstairs,” you could feel his palm on your lower back, his cock slowly running along your wet slit. you braced yourself as his cock split you apart, eyes rolling backward as his cock buried deep in you. your arms around the back of his neck as his lips attached to your neck.

“but i can’t do it alone. i need you.”

nanami didn’t waste his time, pulling out and thrusting back in. the table you braced yourself on shook underneath you. his hands were all over you, palming your chest, gripping tightly on your waist. he was rougher than usual, his lips released a lewd pop as he let go of the skin of your neck, before lapping on another spot until your neck was full of his mark. the smell of his cologne and sex mingled the air, with every breath you took, blood was rushing to your face and ears so fast it made you lightheaded.

“right there, fuck,” you whined, lifting your leg on the table, spreading your legs wider. he grabbed your shoulder, breath down on your neck, pistoning faster. with every air knocked out of your chest he was losing himself further.

“come, join me, kento.”

he shook his head, your laughter ringing in his ear, shut up, shut up shut up, his mind screamed, hand wrapped around your throat. the pressure around your neck only made you moan harder, combined with his harsh, rapid thrusts, “shut it bitch.”

“aha, that’s more i like it.”

he pulled out, turning you around. he tossed your body on the table, your head landing with a thud as he pulled you by your legs. he’s not done yet, you grinned. you love him unhinged, desperately rutting deep in you. his tip scraping your inside beautifully, bruising your cervix. your arousal pooling down your ass and on the table and the sound of your skins echoing the large hall was a beautiful symphony.

you could feel your high again and he could see it too. thumb heavy on your clit circling around until you were panting like a bitch on heat. tongue out, eyes back, body glistening in sweat. “close,” you repeated, heels digging against the table.

your breath laboured as you met his dark eyes. he was enjoying this as much as you are. he does, the feeling of your wall convulsing around his length as you came again, it was hard for nanami to not come on the spot. with his rubbing, you were screaming, it was like you lost a hold of the body as you squirted out.

a soft fuck escaped his lips as more came gushing out. your walls tensing up, giving him a hard time to thrust in slowly.

your human body was weak, after the third orgasm you could feel it getting limp from the overstimulation. but he wasn’t done, not yet. his lips latched around your nipples, slow but deeper thrust. he growled when you clenched harder, teeth scraping against your nipple sent shivers down your spine. you didn’t realise you were moaning his name until he told you so.

“excuse me?” you spitted.

he grunted, eyes lidded as he looked deep in your eyes, “my name, say it like that.” his grip on your waist tightened as you laughed, refusing to cave in to his request. your hand reached to caress his chiseled cheek, soaked in sweat that was sticking his hair down. he let a soft gasp as your thumb glided against his dry lips.

“and why would i oblige to your petty request?”

“because by the time we are done, you’ll be worshipping me,” your pupils dilated in excitement, a smile dangling on the corner of your lips, pulling him close until you were sharing breath, “i’ll be your new god.”

you kissed him feverishly, swallowing each other’s moans as he picked up his pace. grabbing your legs, he pressed them down your chest, suffocating you as his pelvic slammed down against your ass. it was drowsy, the amount of ecstacy his cock brought upon you.

you were muttering gibberish, hands desperately grabbing the table for support. you asked for this, for your husband snapped out of his mind, you should be able to take it. but as tears pricked your bloodshot eyes, his tongue darting out to catch the salty droplet, you might have unleashed a different breed of monster.

“s’good, don’t you want to fill me up?” you pouted.

“so cocky for someone drooling for my cock,” he sneered, landing a slap on your cheek.

it took you by surprise, a good surprise as his fingers gagged you shut. it made a perfect gag around your little sweet noise. his thrust got sloppier as he desperately chased for his high. one free hand roughhousing your tits, he could feel your teeth clamping harsh on his fingers. but he didn’t care. nanami couldn’t think straight as all he could think was the build up tension down south he was desperate to release. he didn’t care of your whine or how your walls were fluttering again. he just wanted to cum inside you.

and he did.

forehead knitted in pleasure as he cummed in silent scream, face buried in the ample chest of yours as he gripped tightly on your hips. you could feel the bulge on your lower region where he pumped you full. you heaved together, struggling to catch a breath. but as you came down from your high, nanami flipped you on all four. white fluid gushed out of you as he ran his hand down from your back before landing a loud smack on your ass.

before you could open your mouth, he shoved his cock back in your gaping cunt. your hair in his tight grip as nanami tugged your head back.

you snarled, whining as he twisted your flailing arm back, gathered by the wrist by his hand, “what the fuck you think you’re doing?”

“oh, you think we are done?” his smile was twisted, “we are done when i said so, angel.”

looking in his blown out pupils, you realised that it was easy to twist a human soul apart. maybe he was a demon in disguise, hiding behind the soft smile and priesthood. but you couldn’t care anymore, not when he’s bringing heaven down on you with the way he’s fucking you.

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[isolenmlyswear69]

Collide [Teaser] ~ a JJ Maybank x OC fanfic

Warning: cursing, bad grammar, not prof read

A/N: I left tumblr for a while to take a break from everything and decided to write in my free time and came up with this, dont worry I’ll get right to answering your guys ask just wanted to share this

Paring: JJ Maybanks x OC

Word count: 18.1K

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The sun peeked through the curtains of the chateau,making me squint before rolling over and tucking my head deeper into the pillow groaning deeply as i heard a a low chuckle and John b’s voice echoed through the house seemingly louder then it was,

“Morning Sunny,” he said laughing at how I rolled myself deeper into the makeshift bed as he headed outside, most likely to chill on the hammock. I grumbel to myself and sat up, rubbing my eyes before I leaned back, stitching my back, hearing a couple of pops before sitting up and cracking my eyes open. Swinging my legs over the side of the couch, setting my feet on the trash covered ground moving an empty beer can with my toe so i could set my foot down. Standing up, letting my shirt that i had wore yesterday fall back over my jean shorts as i stretch my arms up above my head letting a small tremor roll through my body while my muscles finally woke up, i let my arms drop back down letting a small sigh out before shuffling into the kitchen, around the bar counter heading straight towards the fridge, pulling the door open leaning down before reaching my hand in shuffling around past the cases of beer looking for something a less likely to edge on the headache was already starting to form in the front of her head. I set my sights on the orange juice that was near the back of the fridge, grabbing the neck of the bottle dragging it out of the fridge,praying it isn't out of date. Knowing the boys it most likely was but hey why not be an optimist right? I turned leaning my hips onto the counter unscrewing the cap and bringing it to my lips, before tipping it up taking a big swig. I can say that was the worst decision i made that day, i quickly leaned towards the sink spitting it out as fast as i could quickly turning on the sink, sticking my face under the faucet bringing the water into my mouth swishing it around before spitting that out leaning back up head still tilting down towards the sink. I reached up my arm and shut the sink off before grabbing the bottle of orange juice and emptying it out in the sink. All i can say is fuck optomistic people they are crazy and dont know the fine line betwen optimisum and insanity. I let out a grumble as I worked my way around the chateau, thinking I could just take a walk to the store and grab a tea or something that was actually digestible. I grumbled to myself as i suffered to the guest bedroom in the chateau, before slamming my fist against the door a couple time,

“ i left my wallet in there so i'm giving you 3 seconds to get decent then i'm coming in for it “ i say loudly, my voice still scratchy from the lack of sleep i had gotten last night. thanks to the pogues party habits it was hard to get sleep during summer, not that i minded i'm always down for a party, the aftermath still sucks major ass let's be honest. I grab the handle turning it quickly pushing in the door and walking in the room quick heading straight for the dresser near the window spotting my wallet easily i swiped it off the dresser turning on my heels, my eyes were meet with the blue ones of jj, him and another girl, i hadn't seen this one before and i didn't really care enough to stay and figure out what she looked like. I simply smirked knowingly at jj before waving off his wink strutting out of the room, closing the door on my way out. JJ and i have a odd history i can tell you that, but that never stopped us from being close, we had a lot in common when we had first meet and had remained close ever since, maintaining a almost more than friendly relationship but never anything more than a flirting glace was ever shared between us. I head back to where i had made my makeshift bed, plopping down on the bead throwing my socks and shoes that i had put beside the bed on, placing my wallet in my back pocket and snatching my phone of the ground by the pillows before strutting out of the house, seeing john b. peacefully sitting on the hammock,

“Your going to poison people with the shit in your fridge, i'm going to the store to restock i'll be back in a little” i call out to him, seemingly starling him out of whatever thought he was in.

“Can you grab some skinny pop?” he called back sitting up, i put my thumb up in the air so he could see as i walked off towards the store already lost in my own thoughts. Before i knew it my feet had brought me to my destination, snapping me out of my tance of scrolling through instagram lost in thought. I looked up from my phone, tucking it in my back pocket and grabbing my shitty old leather wallet i had gotten from my dad for my 14th birthday decorated with pins from where he traveled do for his gigs, him being a famous musician and all he wasn't always home leaving me to do whatever i wished, he would text and tell me to be safe but other than hard drugs and teen pregnancy he was fine as long as whatever i did i did it safely or told him before or after doing it. He is just chill, and we got along great because of it. I pushed the door open causing the bells on the door to jingle, and a faint

“Hello, let me know if I can help you find anything” from the direction of the counter. I let out a small hum, giving a closed mouth smile in that direction, heading to the snack aisle, grabbing two bags of skinny pop, a bag of nacho doritos, and a bag of salted almonds, before heading to the drink aisle grabbing 6 arizona teas, and two snapples for myself knowing that a snapple can fix a hangover if mixed with a vitamin c packet, correctly that is. I shuffled back up to the front, gently putting everything up on the counter, looking up smiling at the boy at the counter, he smiled back before scanning my items quickly,

“wait “ i called out louder than expected making him flinch and look up, i quickly stuck my hand in back pocket pulling out the lump of yarn unfolding it revealing a crochet bag, widespread between each knots, holding it out the the young boy before smiling,

“Can you put my stuff in here? You know how bad the pollution can get with those plastic bags and the ocean” i giggled as he nodded slowly gently taking the bag from my hands, smiling a small smile at me before loading my stuff up and telling me a price, i fished out the money and payed him before grabbing my bag slinging it over my shoulder and walking out of the store, heading back to the chateau.

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When I arrived back at the chateau, John b. Was still laying out on the hammock, i gently walked over to him , reaching into my bag and pulling out a skinny pop and handing it to him, before smiling as he tore it open like a starving child and dug in,

“Thank you” he said popcorn bits flying out of his already full mouth, causing my nose to scrunch up in disgust, i simply shook my head and headed back inside waving at him. As i walked in the house i saw kie still asleep on the couch, i giggled quietly at her before moving around the couch heading to the kitchen to find pope searching the fridge,

“Dude don't bother i already tied and got poisoned by the orange juice” i giggled setting the bag of snacks on the counter grabbing two arizona out and pushing the bag towards him, pope turned and examined the goods before grabbing the bag of doritos and a snapple, before smiling at me

“Thank you, you are truly and life saver” i giggled at the comment before heading back to the spare bedroom to see the door open, i strut in to see jj leaning back on the pillow hair a mess, no shirt just his boxers barely covered by the thin sheet on the guest bed, his vape in his hand.

“Sup loser, i brought you sum tea” i said to him strutting to the side of the bead he was on, holding a hand out with the tea in it, jj looked up, his ocean blue eyes meeting mine before a sly smirk spread across his face,

“Come ‘ere” he said grabbing my waist pulling me down onto the bed, both of erupting into giggles as i land on my back next to him his torso still leaning over me, his hair dangling down, framing his face perfectly, his dimples in his perfectly tanned face,his- NO damit sunny stop it he's your friend, i had noticed both of our laughter had died down and we were both just smiling at one another. I scrunch my nose up before dropping the Arizona in one of my hands before using it to shove it his face away from me groaning at the smirk he gave me when he leaned onto his side, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Just shut up and drink your damn tea” I said , handing him one. Grumbling to myself as i popped the lid of mine open and took a sip from it, i sighed laying back onto the bed and closing my eyes just enjoying the sounds of nature , and jj gulping down the cold beverage like no tomorrow, i sighed, rolling over to the side of the bed, swinging my legs over the side looking down when my feet hit something thin and soft. My eyes gaze down to see JJ's muscle tee laying on the floor, sighing. I reach down, swiping it off the ground and balling it up. Turning slightly to see JJ scrolling on his phone and a crushed, now empty, Arizona can sitting on the bedside table beside him. I ball up his shirt before throwing it with a little power behind it, it flew through the air and fan itself out as it plopped on his head causing him to pick off the piece of clothing on his head and give me a look of confusion.

“Get dressed i'm sure everyones ready to go out on the water for the day already and you're lagging” I say standing up and flashing him a smile before heading back to the kitchen to get some chips before the other pogues ate them all.

[woodenstreetfurniture]

Advantages of Installing the Wall Mount TV Units

The Tv is the centrepiece of any household and is the place where family and friends congregate to relax and kick back after their hard days. As the TV set gets massive, people search for innovative ways to display their functional, safe, and stylish TV.

While the entertainment TV unit provides storage space, some homes cannot afford massive tv units in their space without compromising in their comfort. So, on Wooden Street, you got your solution. Wooden Street provides wall mount tv stands that leave empty floor space for you to sit comfortably and watch without compromising comfort.

Free Up the Floor Space

Wall mount tv stands are a popular element in modern households for their space-saving functionality and minimal styling. However, the problem occurs with the lack of storage available for multimedia and electronics that accompanies your tv.

But, besides them, they allow you to raise your tv, providing the extra surface to store the clutter with more floor space. It keeps the living space tidy and welcoming.

Tv stands with the ideally built mount are designed with cantilever action to host the counterbalance to the TV’s weight, which means you can buy the compact stand with a small footprint to embellish more space in your home. Check out the Hailey wall-mounted tv units or the Paige wall mounted tv units.

Watch Tv From A Comfortable Position

Your tv viewing position becomes comfortable with the wall mount tv stand. The uncomfortable position is somehow bad for health as it causes neck and back problems due to poor posture. The tv stand with mount also enables you to customize the viewing angle and height of the tv screen to suit your living space layout.

Some wall mount tv stand models provide the adjustable height feature allowing you to manipulate the screen’s height after getting mounted. This is beneficial for a family with occupants of distinct heights.

Higher Safety

Children usually get injured with tv as their slender and tall structure with flat-screen is prone to tipping and may even fall with higher force. Mounting the tv to the wall is a modern decoration, but several homeowners are reluctant to the damaged walls with hardware or the unsuitable stud in place of the wall mounted tv cabinets.

The wall mount tv stand solves the problem by attaching the tv to the wall, which provides the counterbalance for your tv, reducing the tipping risk. They adhere to anti-tipping devices for additional security.

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The tv wall unit is the focal point of your living space, and you need the organized and storage solution coordinating with other furniture, making it the style statement. You can explore the tv stands in various shapes, styles, and sizes as per your needs. The wooden one blends seamlessly with your interior décor, giving it the illusion of more space.

If you have the traditional décor, you can choose the wall mount tv units designed of wooden upholstery with finished hardware. You must ensure that you buy the tv stand that accommodates well with your tv set width. Lynton wall-mounted tv units and the Hailey wall-mounted compact tv unit are the best wall tv stands on Wooden Street.

Better Home Organization

The wall mount tv units offers the streamlines feature and functionality of the storage capacity and wall mount of the entertainment unit.

Most of the tv stands arrive with tv wall cabinets, drawers, and other storages to store multimedia or other digital items. At the same time, the top surface is the ideal location to display photos and keepsakes.

You should look for the tv stand that features adjustable shelves to accommodate any size item, open compartments for wires or cables, or drawers or doors to keep the gadgets, DVD collection, and remote controls dust-free. You can try buying the Snapple wall mount tv units or Cubis wall mount tv units.

The wall mount tv stand is not only the modern yet stylish addition for your space but also provides the floor space, improving your home organization, providing the extra storage or surface compartments for the entertainment items. You should get the one that complements your interior ideally and becomes the focal point of your home. Wait no more and get one for yourself on Wooden Street.

[littlethingsmart]

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[ohsh1t2wksl8]

“All About Me”

“All About Me” Survey  Name: Elisabeth. Age: 30. Hair Color: Brown. Eye Color: Green. Height: 5′0″. Weight: 120-ish. Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian, mostly Polish & German, but a whole bunch of others as well...Norwegian, Swedish, Irish, French, even 4% Spanish & 2% Asian. Native Language: English. Religion: I was raised Catholic. Gender: Female. Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, if we really have to put a label on it. Sigh. Birthday: 11/30/1989. Where You Live: In a house. New York. United States. Family Members: Both sets of grandparents, my mother, my father, my younger brother, an assortment of aunts and uncles, cousins. Lots of great aunts and great uncles, and second cousins - because my one grandpa is one of 16. Pets: I have four cats and two dogs. Also had an assortment of different pets over the years living at home with my parents, including birds, bunnies, mice, hamsters, and fish. Piercings: My ears were pierced one hole each, but they need to get redone. Tattoos: I actually want plenty of them, but I need to get over the fear of needles first. Do you shave?: Wherever I feel it’s necessary. Lol. Do you wear makeup?: Eyeshadow, lip gloss, and nail polish. I have a few other items such as eyeliner and mascara, and blush - but I haven’t worn those in years. They’re just there if I ever feel the need for them. Highest Level of Schooling: I’m finished - all the way through college, thank goodness. What do you want to be when you “grow up”? I am a teacher. Do you have any defining characteristics?: I wear glasses and I have a few freckles. Do you have a strong sense of self esteem and confidence?: No, more like the exact opposite, actually. Do you have any allergies? Only seasonal ones, that just seemed to have developed earlier this spring. I am not a fan. What are your favorite things to wear? Tank tops, shorts, skirts, maxi dresses, Old Navy flip flops during summertime. Cardigans, plaid, skinny jeans, leggings, and dress boots during fall/autumn. Hoodies and sweaters during winter. Do you have any disabilities, diseases, or disorders?: None that have been professionally diagnosed, but I would guess minimal OCD tendencies and minimal anxiety. What are some of your biggest fears? Small spaces, heights, and people I love dying are probably my top three. What is your temperament like? I’d like to think that I’m relatively easy-going, I’m not typically an overly jealous person. I don’t get angry or offended very easily.  What is your personality like? I have a sarcastic personality with a dark and inappropriate sense of humor. What are some of your hobbies/interests?: Reading, watching movies, binge’ing Netflix or Disney+, doing jigsaw puzzles, adult coloring books, board or card games, and baking.  Are you a virgin?: No, that ship sailed a long time ago. I was like 15 and 1/2. What’s your bra size?: 36C. And finally, list some of your favorites: Purple, summer, Italian & Mexican foods, Animal Crossing, giraffes, Imagine Dragons, English Language Arts, Parenthood, Disney animated movies, PS I Love You, gummi candies, Cards Against Humanity, and Snapple flavored iced teas.    [a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

[alexa-crowe]

Day Four of Fantastic Beasts Week: Alternate Universe

 (aka Crack Fic #4: Modern-Day Tina Goldstein)

shout out to the woman at 7-eleven who answered her phone and said “this better be good i’m buying a hot dog”

— Kristen Arnett (@Kristen_Arnett on Twitter)

Newt hurried across the street towards the 7-Eleven, adjusting the strap of his satchel before reaching the other side. He walked into the convenience store, the door causing a bell to tinkle, and took his phone out of his pocket to check what he needed to buy. He passed by a woman with brown, shoulder-length hair waiting for food she ordered as he made his way to the freezers, pulling out a glass bottle of Snapple tea. He heard the woman’s phone ring, and a moment later she picked up. Newt walked into a closer aisle to pick out some snacks for his cats, Pickett and Dougal.

“Queenie! This better be good, I’m buying a hot dog.”

Newt crouched down to pick up a small pack of cat treats, checking the price as the woman muttered something to her phone, putting it on her shoulder and holding it there with her cheek. Grabbing her hot dog, she smiled at the employee and handed them her credit card, taking it back and putting it in her wallet, which she put in her pocket. She grabbed her hotdog and bottle of water, sticking the water in one of two reusable bags full of other items.

She sighed, frustrated, and spoke furiously to the person on the other end of the line. “Queen, I don’t wanna go on a date with him! He’s an ass! One time, he threw the plastic rings of a six-pack of beer into the ocean at a party just to see how far it would go! I had to fucking jump in the water with my clothes on to get it!” The woman grabbed her hot dog and bags, somehow managing to hold it all.

A pause in her conversation as Newt paid for his things and the woman, who was quite pretty, made her way to the door. “Yeah, I threw the six-pack rings at Tolliver and told him to fuck off. Hey, I gotta go, okay? Yeah, love you.” Newt made his way over to the door and walked in front of the woman, holding it open for her.

“Erm, could I help you carry your items? I can spare an arm…” he offered, and the woman smiled gratefully.

“Thank you so much.” She maneuvered her arm with a grimace and he took one of her bags, following her to her small car. They packed her bags into the trunk of her car, and before he could walk away, the woman asked him, “Uh, hey, can I offer you a ride? It feels a little weird to me if I don’t repay your kindness, mister…”

“Er, Newt. Newt Scamander. And, erm, if you insist. I was going to get an Uber but I can’t refuse when you put it that way.”

“Ok. Alright. Oh, I’m Tina, Tina Goldstein. Just tell me your address and I’ll get you there.”

The two hopped in the car and Tina started the engine once Newt gave her his address.

“Wait, I live like right across the street from you! What a coincidence!” she started as she pulled out of the parking spot. “How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“Oh, I just moved in. I’ve had a lot of unpacking to do.”

Tina nodded, glancing at him before looking back at the road. “Yeah, I get that. It took my sister and I a week to unpack all our stuff.”

An awkward silence took over for a few minutes before Newt broke it. “I heard you talking, to a Queenie? I didn’t – and don’t! – mean to intrude, but you were talking about a man named Tolliver throwing a six-pack beer ring into the ocean and I wanted to thank you.”

“Oh! Well, you’re welcome, I guess?”

Tina flashed him a smile and he couldn’t help but reciprocate. “It’s just… there aren’t enough people in the world trying to protect the planet, so I just wanted you to know that at least someone appreciates what you’re trying to do.”

She blushed and bit her lip. “I’m only doing my part, Newt. That’s a nice name. I like it.”

“Thanks,” he managed to get out, and then she pulled into the parking lot by their apartment buildings.

Tina got out of the car and opened the trunk, picking up a bag and her hot dog.

“Let me carry the rest.”

“Really, you don’t have to. I’m sure you have better things to do than help me.”

Newt smiled at the ground before meeting her eyes. “Not really, no. I’d rather spend my time with someone like you, Tina.”

“Oh. Well, I, uh, that’s really kind of you, Newt. I’m sure Queenie would love to meet you.”

“Yeah…”

The two made it to the sisters’ apartment after about five minutes, and as soon as Queenie saw Newt she squealed.

“Teenie! You brought a fella home?!”

“Shh! This is Newt. He’s a friend. He offered to help me carry some of my stuff to the car and I couldn’t refuse. He actually lives across the street!”

“Oh, really! Well, it’s nice to meet’cha, Newt!” Queenie flounced over to the Brit and shook his hand, a bright smile on her face.

“Um, I hate to say it, but I should get home to my cats. I went out for a walk to that 7-Eleven to grab them snacks and they’re probably going to bombard me at the door if I don’t get back soon.”

“Oh, well don’t let us keep you!” Queenie told him, giving him a wave.

Tina gave him a smile and followed him out into the hallway. “She can be a bit much, but she’s really nice.”

“Who?”

“Queenie. She’s very talkative.” A silence; Newt avoided her eyes. “Hey, um, could we exchange numbers? It’s a neighboorhood thing, I have a list of everybody’s cell numbers for emergencies and then I send it to everyone.”

“Oh! Yes, of course!” Newt dug around in his pocket and took out his phone, unlocking it and exchanging it for Tina’s. Once they were done, he slipped his phone in his pocket.

“Bye, Newt. See you around!”

He waved to her as he set off down the hallway. “See you around!”

Tina bit her lip, and suddenly said, “Newt!”

“Yes?” he responded, turning around immediately, a tender look on his face.

“Um, would you like to come over for dinner later?”

“Of – of course! I’d love to! What time?”

“Six,” she told him with a bright smile.

“I’ll be here.”

(@eveneechan​ & @bungkusleis. @mythrielofsolitude you commented on the original one but I had to delete it!!!

[somekitly454]

list about me tag questions

i saw this at tumblr and i thought. “oh cool let me do that”

Are you a morning or night person?: night person

Are you afraid of the dark? no. im afraid of whats IN THE DARK

Are you an extrovert or introvert? introverted

Are you double jointed?: wish i was

Are you left or right handed?: the common righty

Are you more of a tidy person or a messy one?: i have no sense of organization

Are you on time or always late?: late

Are you ticklish?: not telling

Can you curl your tongue?: just did

Can you ice skate?: haven't tried

Can you wiggle your ears?: nope

Coffee or tea?: c o f f e e

Cookies, cake or donuts?: all of them at the same time

Did you ever participate in a talent show?: hell no

Did you go to prom?: hell no^2

Did you like school? hell no^3

Do you believe in ghosts? yeah

Do you bite your nails?: yes

Do you consider yourself a good cook?: im learning but no

Do you enjoy dancing?: not in front of people but yeah

Do you enjoy DIY or crafts?: yeh

Do you forgive easily?: i can hold a grudge

Do you have a nickname?: shawny

Do you have any allergies?: nope

Do you have any phobias?: clastrophobia and Acrophobia.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? nope

Do you have children? nope

Do you have pets? used to

Do you have siblings? 2 brothers and a sister

Do you prefer dogs or cats? cats

Do you prefer Mac or PC? PC

Do you prefer the beach or the mountains? lets go to the beach, each

Do you prefer to bath or shower? shower.

Do you sing in the shower? who dosen’t?

Do you smoke? if you think that inhaling toxic fumes is a good idea then please seek help (no i dont smoke)

Do you speak any different languages? i wish

Do you still have your wisdom teeth? they're all gone!

Do you still watch cartoons? hell yeah

Do you/have you played any sports? hockey, soccer and volleyball

Does your name have a special meaning? gift of god

Have you ever been hospitalized? i fell on my head TWICE when i was an infant because how clumsy i was.

Have you ever been on a diet? those dont work (no)

Have you ever been to a concert? no cuz people

Have you ever gone camping? no but i would like to go

Have you ever met any celebrities? LOL NOPE

Have you ever skipped class? as much as i wanted to. no

Have you ever won something? not that i remember

Have you had braces? yes and they were HELL

How are you feeling right now? stressed and depressed but im still kicking

How tall are you?: around 5′9

If money were no object what would you get for your next birthday? stuffed animals or those cool hoddies i always see during tiktok comps

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? japan

Were you ever a scout or a brownie? nope

What city were you born in? NYC

What did you last eat? a sandwich and c o f f e e

What did you want to be when you were younger? video game designer/developer

What do you do on a typical Friday night? stay home, eat junk food, and watch anime

What is one food that you refuse to eat? b e a n s

What is one item on your bucket list? try bungee jumping

What is one item you can’t live without? my heart?

What is your shoe size? 9

What movie have you watched repeatedly? i havent seen a movie that i wanted to watch over and over again. its usually one and done for me

What phone do you have (Apple or Android)? apple

What should you be doing right now? homework

What’s one goal you would like to accomplish this year? dont die

What’s one of your pet peeves? when people tell me things that i already know and when i tell them “i already know that” they KEEP ON GOING

What’s the last song you’ve listened to? Venus fly trap

What’s the most expensive item of clothing that you own? dont know. dont care.

What’s the thing you can’t leave the house without? my headphones

What’s your best physical feature?. MY CO legs

What’s your Chinese sign? horse (great now the last question makes sense)

What’s your current obsession? himbos

What’s your dream car? a Tesla model s

What’s your favorite animal? sharks, snakes, or spiders

What’s your favorite book? the psychology book

What’s your favorite color? yellow

What’s your favorite dessert? brownies

What’s your favourite drink? orangeade Snapple

What’s your favourite food? tangerines

What’s your favourite foreign food? does sushi count?

What’s your favourite gadget? uhhhhhhhhhh. tazers???

What’s your favourite hobby? doddling/writing

What’s your favourite movie? curently steven universe the movie

What’s your favourite restaurant? anything is fine

What’s your favourite sandwich? chopped cheese

What’s your favourite season? fall

What’s your favourite series? craig of the creek (was steven universe future)

What’s your favourite snack? the person reading this Boston kreme

What’s your favourite sport to watch? i dont like watching sports

What’s your favourite thing to have for breakfast? pancakes

What’s your full name? [REDACTED.]

What’s your longest relationship so far? none

What’s your lucky number? 6

What’s your star sign? virgro

When is your birthday? sep 20

Which city did you grow up in? [REDAC-]

Which city do you live in now? [REDAC-]

Who do you miss right now? notning that come ti mind

Who is your celebrity crush? chris hemsworth

Who’s your favourite fictional character? it varies of what place of fiction

[gayrightsobama]

0 cal/low cal drinks that aren’t diet coke!!!

- Sparkling Ice - variety of flavors

- Clear American - variety of flavors + canned sodas

- Fresca - basically sprite

- Clear & Sparkling - personal favorite, really good flavors

- Sugar Free/0 Calorie Monster - more caffeine than regular soda and tastes good

- Zevia - classic soda flavors made with stevia

- Propel Zero - good alternative for exercise drinks

- Diet Snapple - i mean. snapple.

- Vitamin Water Zero

- Sprite Zero

-Minute Maid Light

- Fanta Zero

- Basically any zero/light version of regular soda

I like diet coke occasionally but just incase you want something that doesn’t taste like battery acid here you go!! stay safe please 💕

(I do not encourage any unsafe eating behaviors, please consume these items with caution as diet drinks can be just as harmful as regular ones)

[storyinmyeyes]

I’m going home, to the place where I belong (where your love has always been enough)

Here is my entry for the @b99fandomevents Summer 2019 Fic Exchange. For @outofinspo I decided to use your “Moving Day” prompt. Hope you like it! :D 

Thank you so much to @elsaclack and @startofamoment for arranging this and to @exploding-snapple for giving me feedback and helping with the title. Song title is lyrics from “Home” by Daughtry

Read on Ao3

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“Is that the last of it?” Amy calls from the bedroom as Jake moves his stuff into her apartment. Well, their apartment, as of today. 

Moving is something that Amy should thrive at because it’s all about organization, but having a boyfriend who hordes unnecessary items and puts everything in boxes without labeling them, throws the whole process into chaos. She has to give him some credit though, because he is trying. And she doesn’t want to complain, either; since they started dating, his messiness has lessened significantly, not to mention that it’s also a part of what makes him Jake. They’re opposites: she’s organized; he’s messy; yet, it works. 

When the last box is brought inside, the process of unpacking everything is thrilling and nerve racking at the same time. At least he agreed to leave that gross towel that never dries at his place and he happily obliged because, “sure i’ll miss towel, but your happiness is worth more than winning some stupid bet.” He was ready to take that next step, with her, and considering that the decision to move in together was made before the stuff with Figgis happened, this has been a long time coming. After everything they have been through to get to this point, they deserve this. 

“Yep, that’s all of it.” Pulled from her thoughts by Jake's words, Amy walks toward the living room that's currently filled with said boxes. Boxes that contain the things that describe her boyfriend and signify this new step in their relationship. Walking closer to Jake, she takes his hand in hers and leans her head on his shoulder. He leans his cheek on top of her head and they both heave a big sigh at the piles of boxes now left to be unpacked. “Well, we should probably start unpacking at least some of it,” Amy says, pulling herself from his embrace as she reaches to open a box. 

To her surprise, he pulls her back toward him instead. “Come on, Ames, let’s take a break. We can do that later,” he implores. She knows that they could take a break, but all of these boxes are stressing her out due to her hunger and tiredness, so her top priority right now is unpacking. Food and sleep can wait. Reaching out towards the boxes again, Amy begins to unpack the first box as Jake shakes his head as he watches her with amusement.. He lets her unpack for a bit, then decides to order a pizza – he doesn’t know about her, but he is starving. 

Half an hour later, Amy has only unpacked about two boxes, the entirety of which contain Jake’s large collection of sneakers. Who needs that many pairs of shoes? She looks around her modest apartment, trying to think of a place to store them, and the very thought starts to further increase her stress levels. Amy wonders where he kept them in his old apartment, given that it was half the size of hers.  She’s about to ask Jake how he seemingly managed to accomplish the impossible (and also if he would be willing to part with at least some of the shoes), when he walks in holding a pizza box. 

Momentarily forgetting about her question as the smell of pizza wafts through the room, she decides a break would be nice. She heads toward the kitchen, where Jake is setting up plates for both of them. “Guess I was hungrier than I thought,” she replies as Jake hands her the plate of pizza and a glass of water. 

“I knew the pizza would get your attention,” he says with a smirk taking a drink from his glass of orange soda. 

“Oh, did you?” Not wanting to give in, she quirks an eyebrow at his response. Just at that moment, her stomach growls, proving him right. She silently chastises her body for giving her away and takes a bite of her pizza, body finally feeling satisfied for the first time in hours. Now that she has some food in her stomach, the question comes back to her, “Babe, how did you manage to acquire so many pairs of sneakers and where did you keep them all in your apartment?” She says it all in one big burst of breath and if Jake hadn’t been listening so intently, he might have missed it. Chuckling a little at her anxiousness, he sets his glass of soda down on a coaster to fully look at her. “Well, as you know, I am messy and had stuff thrown about everywhere. There wasn’t really a specific place for things, it was just wherever it was.” He says a little sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. 

“So, where did you keep the sneakers then?” She asks, genuinely curious. 

“My closet. Or wherever else I could find a place, but it was a safe place. I’m not going to ruin $500 shoes.” 

No wonder he’s in crushing debt, she thinks. “Do you think you could part with some of them? Because I was overwhelmed just thinking about all of it.” 

“I guess so, but-” he hesitates with whether or not to continue. Amy searches his face, giving him silent permission. “I just - they are something that I can rely on I guess. Like, yeah they are expensive and that doesn’t help my crushing debt, but like, I put care into them because aside from you, they are one of the few things that I actually want to keep nice and show off. I don’t have much, but my collection of sneakers are one of the few things that make me happy. However, if you really wanted me to, I may be able to part with some of them-,” he’s cut off by Amy’s kiss because that is the only way she can find to express what he just said. 

“No, no it’s okay. We can find a place for all your dumb sneakers,” she says teasingly as they pull apart. He gives her the sweetest smile in return because, how did he ever get so lucky? “You’re amazing babe. Thank you. Now, let’s go find a place for them!” He says, excitedly pulling her off the couch so they can head to the bedroom to add his shoes to her own small, organized collection. 

After about 2 hours of organizing and making room for his large collection of expensive sneakers and smaller collection of shirts and hoodies, Jake is needing a distraction. As much as he enjoys helping his amazing girlfriend combine his stuff with hers, he has an idea. 

“Amessss, it’s been 2 hours. I’m so bored,” he whines after sitting on the floor helping organize her closet. As much as he enjoys watching his amazing girlfriend in her element, he needs a break. Then an idea came to him. Just as she’s about to add another pair of sneakers to the shelf, he grabs her wrist, she turns to look at him, his eyes full of mischief. “C’mere,” he says pulling her up and guiding her towards the bed. “Jake, what are you doing, I’m almost done-” she gasps as he starts tickling her ribs. “Jake. Stoooop.” She says between giggles, trying to wiggle free from his grip. He stops after a few minutes, allowing her to catch her breath. 

“You can finish later, Ames. Right now, let’s just enjoy being here together. In the moment.” Granted, he knows they have been together all day, but being here with her in the silence of the apartment, the apartment that they now share, is what he craves. “You know what else we should do?” Jake says, excited. Amy looks at him curiously, “What babe?” 

“We should totally christen the mattress now that I live here.” Jake says, eyes sparkling. 

“Jake, you’ve slept here dozens of times since we have been together, what makes this time any different?” 

“Fair enough, but you know what we haven’t done on this mattress?” 

Amy looks up at him confused because what else is there to do on a mattress, but have sex and sleep. “What?” 

“MATTRESS TRAMPOLINE!!!!” Jake yells excitedly as he starts bouncing on it. Amy just smiles at her silly, adorable boyfriend who never fails to make her laugh and simultaneously calm her down at the same time. She might not want to admit it, but she is glad for the distraction. She loves the fact that he can find fun in so many things and her life would be a lot less exciting without Jake Peralta. She forgets about how bad it is for the mattress, and lets herself have some fun after a stressful few hours. They bounce for a while and fall a few times, but Amy has never laughed so hard in her life and she thinks Jake probably hasn’t either. If this is what Amy can expect while living together, she never wants it to stop. 

Oh, and after the laughter dies down and they fall on top of each other in a heap, you can bet they christen that mattress many times. 

[lumiose-fletchling]

Okay, now that I’ve set down the game after playing all day, here are my 12 hour thoughts (while having a cold):

I think the graphics are really pleasant to look at. While there are things that lack detail (lamps, other small decor items), overall, character design is nice and character animations have been improved. Hop does have one repeated animation that is absolutely carried over from Hau; is this lazy? It’s... visually boring if you’ve played SuMo. He does have his own quirks, though.

Did you know Leon has no sense of direction? He gets lost! Haha, gosh, is he bad at knowing where to go. If he didn’t have Charizard... Well, who knows where he’d end up! Leon’s hopeless at these things. Why, he’d be wandering the Wild Area for years if you didn’t give him a map, and even then, can we please stop hammering this point every time we see him please

Sonia is interesting to me, because it seems like she’s holding back for a reason. That comment that Hop made about how she came out of the Weald in a huge state is... compelling. What if she doesn’t want to find out the truth? Or what if she knows too much, and this is pushing her to lie about it? Her relationship with Leon is tense, too. Did he move up and onward while she seemingly stagnated? Who is Leon when he’s not The Best?

Customization in terms of clothing is really good, and you will spend thousands on your Look.

Controversy over Nessa’s outfit and Nintendo’s trend of creating dark-skinned characters with revealing clothing is a tough one to judge. Believe me, I get it-- the trend is there. But place Nessa in the water gym where everyone is dressed like that, give the player a chance to wear her outfit, and put her amongst other water trainers in the series, and she fits right in. Heck, what she’s wearing is a professional racing suit. But again, following Olivia... there’s an argument to be made. I’ve also seen cosplayers and artists who identify as poc love her, and I’m not about to tell them they’re wrong, so, I’m not sure there’s a clear answer here. I see both sides.

Other controversy was over “void backgrounds,” which largely happens inside buildings. It does come across as incredibly lazy. There couldn’t have been a background created with hotel counters or walls or... something? It’s strange.

However, there are plenty of environments that are well done and nice to look at. The cities and towns have a wonderful feel, and I’m liking them immensely.

Pokémon have their own personalities that really come out in camp. I love camp. I just watched my Dubwool, Sage, race my Dottler, Pepper. Sage won by not just a mile, but at last a few minutes as Dottler slowly crawled across the screen to her, dust cloud and all. It was ridiculous. I loved it. This, as I sat there waving a pokétoy and trying not to get killed as two other team members pummeled the dang thing. Have you ever seen a giant snapping turtle chortle with glee at a jingle bell? Dear Arceus on high, camp is the best.

Making curry is fun! And I really like how all this stuff is actually a huge help when things are dragging in the overworld, or you need to rest. There are so many benefits to this feature, and I’m glad they put it in.

While moving along, I genuinely ran into the problem of leveling up too quickly? Things evened out, but by the first gym, I had some sassy teens in the group who could only be smoothed out by that badge. Journeys between towns go by quickly, but I almost feel like this is going by too fast? 12 hours later, and I’m on my third badge. That’s not... fast... but it feels that way.

I think there’s a rushed sense to the plot so far where Hop is barreling forward, always racing his own race, saying how slow we are, and even Oleana at the second major town is like, You. Go get your water badge. Now. And I did. Yeesh! Did we even eat with the Chairman? Hot take: Oleana is obviously evil. Chairman Rose is well-meaning but easily led. He’s also too powerful for comfort. Powering the region, owning major companies heavily invested in the Gym Challenge? Yup. I found the plot!

But, maybe this will be tempered soon.

What I did like, looking back, is that my team is all new pokémon. Even now, as I’m picking and choosing who goes where, there’s enough to explore and wonder about. Snapple the Applin is... confusing to me. I don’t know what he does yet, but, he’s in a box until I find out.

Honestly, at this point, there is no justification that I can think of for no National Dex, so either you can get over it or you can’t. The boycotts are really silly at this point, and I doubt we’ll see any major change. Still having fun regardless.

And that’s what it comes down to-- I’m enjoying myself. Things are different for me, enough so that I like exploring, and I’ll continue to play the game because there’s still a lot of joy to be had here.