I would like to interact with you wonderful lovies a little more, but I’m not really sure what would be the best way to make all of you smile … and so do y’all want:
Gill had nary a care for releasing his name for public knowledge. Any attempts to find details about him would prove futile, as much if not all information regarding his biography, past and intel had been either permanently eliminated or held under non-digital sources inaccessible to even the cleverest of spies.
Then again, after his departure from the Society and his new quest to help end the eternal fight of the world, he’d want everyone to know about him.
The blonde’s retort left him unfazed but intrigued. Words spoken like a true plotter, a mastermind. An assassin, most likely.
As she confirmed Gill of the beast’s demise, his eyes scanned back to the decayed ruins.
”A rotting myth, you say…“He took a few steps around, the gravel crunching under his feet as a warm breeze swirled up some of the dust and sand.
”Leaving something to rot…only serves to leave somethingfor something else to pick at… wouldn’t you agree?“
Frigid blue irises followed the giant man’s idle track around the room. Untrusting. Analyzing every move he made, and all the while shifting to fold her arms under her chest. “I suppose… unfortunately for you, the murder of crows already flew in to peck at the corpse a year ago.” In typical Zaibatsu fashion, Heihachi and his men ransacked the sacred temple after the beasts demise. Ancient artifacts, gold, jewels ; anything that could potentially hold even a smidge of Ogre’s power, or could prove useful in their wretched experiments.
Nothing could be left behind, no power could be shared.
All that remained now was the structure, the cobwebs, the slithering and crawling creatures now calling the vacant temple home, and.. well.. those who dealt with the jolly green giant and lived to tell the tale.
Yet again that just begged the question: what was this man looking for? What was worth seeking this place out..?
“There’s nothing here. You’re wasting your time.. and ours.” Nina motioned towards her underlings wielding guns, the same soldiers currently uncertain of what to make of this situation while their leader continued. “Besides, i’m afraid this temple and all it contains are under the constant eye and care of the Mishima empire. Meaning you’re trespassing… Telling us what you’re looking for could go a long way towards leniency.. I may even be able to point you in the right direction.”
It seemed the blonde was trying her damnedest to put a bow on the whole thing then and there, but Gill know there was more then met the eye, and it was something it seemed the Zaibatsu didn’t know about.
“If this temple and surrounding area are indeed under the careful watch and guard of your forces, then I do hate the share the unfortunate news.”He spoke, turning to face her and reaching into his hooded cloak, before taking something out and flicking it in Nina’s direction with his thumb.
A single bullet, one engraved with a familiar “G” insignia, one Nina knew too well. And judging by the condition and light coating of sand, it wasn’t a bullet from a long time ago. In fact, one would say was fairly recent.
“The Zaibatsu and G Corporation, two of the most dangerous organizations in this small world, fighting for their respective kingpin’s deepest ambitions…”A deep chuckle escaped his wide chest.“It rings familiar to my ears…”
He turned again towards the temple’s walls.“If these ruins are still being investigated even after all this time, even secretly under the Zaibatsu’s watchful eye…then these walls are harboring another secret, and it’s something G Corporation wants.”His fingers dragged along the cold stones.
“You wish to know why I’m here?… Then I’ll make it simple.”His right hand began to engulf itself in flames.“Whatever it is that remains in this temple, be it more bringers of war, or even a small essence of this demon itself fossilized into the decrepit remains of the ruin itself…I will snuff it out.”
So I’ve started listening to critique of To Sir Phillip, With Love and now its clicking for why people don’t like Phillip and his romance with Eloise. They’re seeing the book for what is and not what it could be (which most Eloise and Phillip shippers do) which are two very different things. I’m probably gonna write an article about the changes I think the show will/should make to the story and Phillip’s character. Should I do that? I feel like it will help people understand just how much potential they have and why so many people want to see it onscreen.
I have been in this community since 2013, and in that time I’ve shared a lot of private stuff with you guys. My parent’s separation and divorce, my sister’s neglect of our mother and the divide it caused between the two of us, our subsequent reconciliation and the renewal of our friendship, the sudden death of my best (dog) friend, my father’s marriage to a woman who hates me, my struggle to deal with the birth of their daughter, etc. But I’ve never talked to anyone about this, and I need some advice.
Please do not read below if you are triggered by the discussion of sexual assault. It’s not graphic or explicit or anything like that, but I would hate to upset someone. Also, I kindly request that if you want to reply please avoid guilting, shaming, or lecturing me. I do enough of that all by myself. Thank you.
This is really difficult for me to write, so I’m just going to jump straight into it.
When I was younger, I put myself in a situation that I shouldn’t have, and someone I trusted took advantage of me. I don’t want to go into details, but I was a teenager and he was north of fifty. The words no and stop were used, unsuccessfully, multiple times, and a casual, if flirty, acquaintanceship/friendship turned into one of the worst experiences of my life.
That was over a decade ago, and I have not really dated anyone since then. I was too ashamed of myself. I spent years believing that it was my fault. He told me that I’d “seduced” him. He was married, and I should have known better. I’d been reckless and naïve, and I had only myself to blame for what happened.
Time and distance have provided clarity and healing, but I’m still incredibly uneasy in certain situations. (My amazing doctor, who I’ve been with since I was fourteen, is the only one who knows anything about this. I went to her for a pregnancy test afterward, and she suspected that something was wrong when I started crying during the gynecological exam. Those exams still make me miserable tbh.) Anyway, I’m ready to move beyond it now and maybe consider being intimate again, but…
Do y’all think that I should mention it to the man in my building who kissed me? And if so, at what point in a relationship is it appropriate to bring up something like this? I feel like it’s obviously too soon now and I probably shouldn’t even be worrying about it yet, but I’m beginning to wonder if he deserves to know just why I’m so timid. That said, I really hate to burden him with it. My mistakes are not his problem, and I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about my intentions. Any advice you guys can offer would be very much appreciated.
And as always, thank you all for your patience with me. I know this has nothing to do with sims, but I don’t know who else to ask. Nevertheless, I promise that I will get back to posting pixels soon. <3
Warnings: Obsessive Themes, Slight Sub/Dom Theme, Dark Shit
It started when you were young — the descendants of filthy rich family trees. Purebloods, the kind that, even at the ages of five and six, were forced into fancy fits and were reprimanded if your backs were not straight as you walked.
You were young when you first met, you and Draco. The boy of topic had already been pinched and teaked into his father’s image — standoffish, cocky, demanding. You, on the otherhand, had been morphed into that of a more gentle nature, soft spoken and patient as much as you was pretty.
And from just that one meeting, Draco liked you.
He liked the way you listened when he talked, when you smiled ever so politely and kindly disagreed with his points. Being the little shit that he was, Draco would scoff at you and cross his arms — end the discussion where it was just to start a new one. Why not talk if you would listen?
Sure, he supposed Pansy, or his two goons, or any other kid he felt like talking to would listen, but really, they never were truly listening. They zoned him out and obediently agreed with whatever he said, careful not to make an enemy of the Malfoys. Careful not to end up in the path of sure destruction — because a Malfoy’s wrath ensured just that.
But not you — not our sweet, precious [Name]. You listened, really listened, and when you spoke, you did so with meaning. With your own thoughts, your own personal views and with your own feelings.
Granted, you were soft. Hufflepuff soft, Draco might say, but there was also a twinge of cleverness — you, unlike so many others, had your own mind. A sign of a leader, so he had his hopes that when the time came, he’d see you again one day in the Slytherin common room, assuming he’d be there, too.
“Those were the [Last Names]?” Draco asked his father as soon as the two families departed.
“Yes,” Lucius mumbles, obviously irked by whatever conversation that’d taken course with your father.
“Are they friends?” Draco demanded, “Will we see them again?”
The Malfoy man stops to stare at his son, his only son, with a look so grim that it was strange that Lucius also seemed to be so … pleased? How it was possible to be so riddled with both emotions was beyond Draco. But that wasn’t his concern.
Lucius’s lips suddently twitched — too quick to be his signerature smirk but too visible to not be.
“Yes.”
And he did see you again, a year later on the Hogwart’s express wearing a pretty black dress appropriate for an eleven year old and a fluffy white cat craddled in your nimble arms. Draco’d almost forgotten about you by the time he saw you again, almost.
But he could recognize those loose curls anywhere, those soft eyes that garunteed warmth even if one were undeserving of such a kind welcoming. It was only natural that you would be coddled by the older students, older Gryffindor and Hufflepuff girls fussing over how beautiful your hair was or how cute you were. They hoped you would be housed with them — but Draco needed you to be housed with him.
Doubtful, sure that you’d be placed into a more righteous house and he’d grow to despise you, the Malfoy boy turns away to order Crabbe and Goyle around as he tends to do. But not before turning back to catch your eyes.
The next time he sees you is when it’s your turn to be sorted. You’re popular already, so the hall falls absolutely silent, older girls from other houses chanting their house name as if it’ll coax the sorting hat to give you to them.
It annoys Draco to no end, because he’s secretly doing the same with his fingers crossed under the Slytherin table. His knee is bouncing, his teeth snaging his bottom lip and he’s glaring at the hat so intently that it could’ve burned up and shrivled into nothing but ashes and dust right then and there.
He craves your genuinity — the good conversation you have to offer, your not-too-quick-to-judge judgement. He wants as much of it as he can have to himself and young Draco can only promise that to himself if you are a Slytherin too.
Whatever magic he was using must’ve been working, because you’re now bounding over to the Slytherin table where the other girls are more than happy to add another pretty girl to their mix and young Draco’s heart is soaring.
Draco has you right where he wants you.
Salazar Slytherin gave him the key to get closer to you.
He’s a spoiled boy, but one thing his father never failed to thoroughly teach him is that when he wants something, when he even remotely likes something, no matter the cost, make it his.
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I keep having weird dreams about death, or things that make me wake up feeling scared or uncomfortable. The rest is under the cut. Read or don’t, I just want to get it off my mind.
One was me getting chased by my ex. One was a tornado forming right in front of me. I can’t remember the other few, only that they had death in them. And the one from last night was me constantly dealing with these two people(i didn’t recognize them at all), and they kept following me. Tried to take people from me. Chased me. And no matter who I called, no one helped me.
Do these dreams mean anything? Or am I just having a bad streak if dreams? Idk, I don’t have anyone to talk to about them without feeling like a burden, and they scare me. I want them to stop.
Hello, everyone! I have no regular post for you today, unfortunately.
I will be taking my final grad courses in less than two months which means that I have a few hundred pages of material to read and various assignments and projects to get to work on. That means that the time I have to devote to language study and grammar posts and such will be necessarily reduced for a while (though I will try to write posts as frequently as I can!).
This leads me to a question for you guys: Would you like posts on study tips in general? Things like reading research papers and textbooks efficiently or reviewing effectively? Or… I am a foreign language teacher; my work and studies all center around understanding language and issues that surround it as well as factors that impact how one acquires language. Would anyone be interested in learning a bit more about language acquisition theory or things of that nature?
Image one: This drawing is a redrawing of another popular meme format. Azula and Mai are stood next to each other infront of a blue background with white clouds. Azula is clapping and smiling while looking at a nervous mai, with descriptive white text next to Azula reading “my friend, congratulating me for fighting my ex boyfriend with her”. Mai is seen looking away from Azula guiltily, with white text next to her reading, “me, about to save the jerk that dumped me.”
Image two: Azula and Ty Lee are stood in the same positions as the first image, under the same cloudy sky background. The clapping and smiling Azula is accompanied with white text that labels her as, “my bestie, applauding me for not betraying her.” Next to her, Ty Lee looks into the distance with a worried frown on her face. The white text next to Ty Lee says, “me, trying to choose between the hot goth (Mai) or the hot jock (Azula).
I find myself running into interesting Irish words very frequently, and one I found recently I quite liked was plobaireacht, meaning “blubbering, spluttering or babbling, particularly trying to speak, but being unable to while crying.”
I couldn’t come up with much of an etymology, but this looks a lot like another word piobaireachd,(which is a Scottish Gaelic term that has also been adopted into English), meaning “bagpipe music.” I don’t think the two are related in the slightest, but I suppose bagpipes might also make you difficult to understand whilst trying to speak.
I know I’ve been like silent apart from the odd request for a book rec but I’m planning on doing nanowrimo next month and I’ve written a couple short stories (that aren’t fanfic but like one of them could be Bucky )
How would you guys feel if I posted some original content? Would you want to see that? Are there specific things you want to see? Honestly I’m still open to doing some bouts of fanfic as well but I also am trying to branch out ya know?
