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rebouks · 2 years

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Welcome to Curtis's Container Commune!

SUBMISSIONS CLOSED

Or.. it will be a commune one day, but he needs a hand or two first! Technically seven extra pairs of hands... As of right now, all Curtis has is an empty container and a vision! That vision is a self-sufficient community, a greener world and hopefully some nicer digs.

Sure he has no money, the air is putrid, the soil barren... There's no stove, no proper bathroom, no beds, no food, no power, no water, uh.. we'll stop there, but you get the picture. It's gonna be great, right?!

Tired of the rat race? Want to get your hands dirty? Parents kicked you outta their basement? Wanna make some new friends.. maybe more?! Look no further!

Please send your applications to the former Cassidy residence as Curtis doesn't have a mailbox yet (warning: Cassie will read them all)

You might be asking; Becca, what the hell is this? Well... It's a rags to riches style mini "BC" I suppose.. though also, not really 🤔 The idea being that Curty here builds up a container community with seven other sims, since he's the jade generation of the NSB2 challenge... Maybe he finds love, maybe not? I guess you could consider it a rough take on a BC since he could fall in love with one of em? But obviously there's no roses, challenges, dates or eliminations and some sims may leave due to.. idk, not being able to cope, falling out with members of the community, whatever else?? We're wingin' it here as per, so we'll see what happens.

IMPORTANT NOTE: As of right now I'm on patch 1.89.214.1030 and have no plans to update. Any submissions need to be made/have been made for this patch or earlier. I'm sorry to potentially cut some of you off from submitting but I'm just not willing to potentially break my game for this shit lmao.

Info: Curtis is a vegetarian, recycle disciple, green fiend with the Eco Innovator aspiration aka the Jade Gen of the NSB2.

Seven sims will be chosen! (I learnt my lesson last time, no more!!)

Occults are allowed but ehhh.. not preferred.

All sims/genders/sexualities are welcome! YA preferred.

Sims may have jobs, likes and dislikes, freelance careers etc if you wish but we're sticking it to the man for the most part, so..?

Curtis is a dummy so he's not screening this shit. Obviously handy sims, gardeners etc etc would be the most use but if you wanna throw a squeamish spanner in the works, go ahead!

In a similar vein, feel free to give 'em some skills!

Sims may not bring any money with them. We're starting from 0!

I have all packs/kits except journey to Shituu and High School whatever it is.

At least one outfit per category.

CC allowed but keep it light on the clothes plx, no alpha hair either.

Give 'em as much or as little backstory as you wish. They're ultimately just gameplay sims so you don't have to go nuts if you can't be arsed.

Any in game traits allowed but keep it real y'know.. 3 traits only and no custom traits plx!

Wicked Whims is in effect 👀

Non "winners" or sims that choose to leave may stay in my game as a townie or be returned to their creator.

Hmmmm.. I think that's it? Idk.. any questions or w/e shoot me a dm!

Bear in mind this is simple gameplay so posts will just be like my regular gp posts, it's not gonna be some big production with dialogue or anything. I just felt like bringing some other peoples sims along for a fun little experiment to spice things up.

Tag me and your simmies with #Curtis'sCommune so I can see em! Deadline for submissions is August 30th (ish). I have a busy two weeks coming up so this may be longer if I can't get my shit together.. or shorter if I get a ridiculous amount. Somnium is my baby and comes first so this is gonna be real chill! Curtis is still a teen atm so it's all gooood, I won't be starting straight away.

#ts4 #sims 4 #curtis #Curtis'sCommune #idk wtf to tag this as lmao #it's hardly a bc #😂#just my regular gameplay but with your simmies knocking around to spice things up #god knows the eco asspirations are boring af so i need something to get me through this gen lmaoo

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kazxmp · 1 year

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Possible succ*sess?

Jump from 'We're all wingin it' with @mpinsoo

Kaz had found himself wondering how the date had gone, and if Hua was just as floored as he was meant to be. Kaz had maybe gone a few days before finally checking social media only to see some posts from the two. Sure, maybe he had gotten his answer right then how it had went, but Kaz didn't *really* get his answer until he got to see Insoo impossibly red while recounting what happened. That's how he found himself messaging Insoo before showing up at his place to get all the tea.

Over the few days he had also wondered why he cared so much only to realize that just maybe he considered Insoo a friend now; and instead of overthinking it, he chose to just let it happen. Landing him right back in that living room he had done the kid's makeup in, and this time bringing some gifts. Inside his bondage bear backpack, kaz pulled out a few brand new palettes, one of them being one he used on him that night. "Here," Kaz was famous for rolling right past something he did that was nice. He didn't want attention for it neither to be thanked really, he just thought maybe Insoo would like them and now he will infamously change the subject. "Anyways, tell me then. How did it go? Were his pants wet?" Oh how romantic Kaz could be with his word choice.

#Thread;Possible succ*sess #Thread;Insoo #Hes so-- annoying i swear

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obscureoperations · 3 years

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This was supposed to be the conclusion to the ask where reader discovers that Martin is the Count! Well it is a conclusion no doubt about that. I was just wingin’ it...ngl

You take a brief moment to rake your fingers through your hair, before once again wiping at your eyes. You looked a mess, you were sure of it--hopefully he wouldn't notice. Your heartbeat began to beat wildly in your chest, you wanted to puke.What were you even going to say? Your thoughts all began to run together...you didn’t speak well when you were upset. For a moment you wished he would just go away-- give you some time to think. Maybe you would feel differently if you slept on things-- even better this all might be a dream. He knocks again, a bit louder this time calling out your name. With a sigh you speak up. “Here… I’m coming!” Fresh tears began to brim your eyes.

You unlock the window and he eagerly climbs in, in an instant he wraps his arms around you. You freeze instantly as he kisses the top of your head repeatedly, hands smoothing over your back “I’m so happy to see you!” “I missed you so much!” He whispers between kisses. Your arms move to wrap around him limply. The second he draws back, his eyes skim over your face he could instantly tell something was wrong.

“Y/n… you’re crying?”

You shake your head… “No.. I’m not.”

He steps in close, gently cupping your cheeks as his thumbs graze over the bottoms of your eyes. You wanted to lean in for a moment, his hands were so warm. You wanted him to tell you that you had surely made a mistake. “You are… darling… whats wrong?!” the panic was clear in his voice, he began to scan the room as if someone else was there. “ What happened..y/n? Please tell me… are you okay?!” All you could offer was a small nod.

The radio still plays in the background, having just come back from a commercial break. One of the hosts chimes in “Alright kids...that’s enough excitement for one night… Let's hope the Count decides to grace us with his presence again soon! So tonight we have a special treat. One full hour of gettin’ the Led out. That's right..nothing but Zeppelin from now until ten o’clock!”

All color seems to drain from his face, his eyes were fixated on the radio. “I- is this your favorite station or---can we listen to something else?”

“It is… I-I listen to them all the time. Martin, why did you cancel our plans last night again?”

You could see him visibly tense before he regards you with a wide eyed expression. He was panicking. “I-- Cuda needed me to move some stuff from the basement.” he whispers

You could feel a surge of anger course through you. If anything he was not going to lie. You weren’t the least bit concerned for your safety, you already knew he would never dream of hurting you. This was worse.

“He needed me to move all of the broken pallets that he used to bring home.. We need them back for the store.”

“Martin… don’t lie to me please… I couldn’t bear it.”

He takes a step back, still eyeing the radio as color begins to rise to his face. He was visibly shaking as he ran his fingers through his hair. “ Y/n… what did you hear?”

“Everything… Martin!” Your words came out louder than you intended, you watch as he visibly shrinks back.

“Just… everything… Where were you? Please tell me.” You tried your best to soften your tone, but it didn’t sound too convincing. You were visibly shaking as you wrap your arms around yourself, you can see him resisting the urge to reach out.

“I had to go out to the city..” He whispers, gaze pointed towards the floor.

“Why?”

“I needed something.”

“Something like what?”

He’s silent for the longest time, his hands were shoved into his pockets, but he lifts one of them to wipe at his eyes.

“Medicine… I- I’m very sick. Surely you must know that now.”

“Medicine… Is that what you call it Martin?”

He nods his head before reaching his entire arm up to cover his face, biting back a sob as he turns away from you. “ It’s okay, I’ll leave now.” He was already reaching for the curtains.

“No… Martin you’re not going anywhere until you talk to me...please?” Once again, your words come out harsher than you intended, you add the polite request in an attempt to lessen the blow. The seconds seemed to bleed into minutes, he was incredibly silent, still facing away from you. Head downcast, hands clasped together at the back of his neck-- arms pressed against his ears, he didn’t want to hear you.

So stupid… He had no idea how things went on for this long. At some point you had to find out. Being with you simply made him forget himself in a way that his ‘sickness’ was merely an afterthought. Your presence helped, there was no doubt about that. He didn’t need to go out every other night. A lot of the urges seemed to lessen once the two of you met and became close. He was aware of it… that gnawing sort of ache in the deepest recesses of his bones. But when he was with you, it seemed that much more bearable.

Being in your presence alone managed to calm him in a way that he had never known. He no longer went after the ladies. None of them looked pretty anymore anyways, he only wanted to be around you. Your warmth, your smile, your loving embrace.Those random couples on the street finally made sense! He had truly just lost everything. Tears began to spill down his cheeks as he frantically moved to reach for the window. It was locked, were you supposed to turn the latch this way or that? His fingers fumbled clumsily with the locks.

“Please don’t leave…”

He continues to fumble with the latch,so embarrassed he couldn't even look at you. He had let you down, you actually cried over him. From the very beginning he promised himself that he would never hurt you. He would figure something out. Maybe there was some pill he could take.. meditation perhaps, anything to keep the urges at bay. He was convinced that your love would be enough, but clearly it wasn’t. Just why did he have to call in tonight?

The second your hands move to rest on his back, he nearly leaps a foot in the air. Your forehead rests between his shoulders as your arms wrap around him from behind. “It’s okay...Martin, just breathe.” Your voice was calming, it seemed to soothe all of his senses at once, almost like when he would call you having one of his ‘manic’ episodes. Maybe by this point you finally understood that for him manic equates to starving. Unbeknownst to you, your voice alone had eased him through many frenzied episodes.

His hands move to rest over yours as he lets out a choked sob.

“No…”

The sensation of your face burying against his neck causes the tears to flow freely. He draws you close as he continuously whispers beneath his breath “ Sorry--I’m so sorry.”

After a few moments you manage to calm him down. You assure him that the house was completely free, and that the two of you were alone. You switch off the radio as you sit at the foot of the bed. His head moves to rest on your lap. You could see that now, he was shaking quite violently. For a moment you wondered if stress caused the urge to rise. You begin to weave your fingers through his hair as he grasps your waist tightly. “ What do you want to know?” He whispers horsley.

“Everything, Martin… just start from the beginning”

#Martin 1977 #Martin 1978 #martin/reader #martin/you #How would yall react?!#I wanna know!

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dark128 · 6 years

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Merry Christmas, sorry I’m late!!

“I’ve missed you.”

It’ll be a miracle if both they’re lips aren’t bruised with the pounce Harry proceeds with in making first contact. Bo gives an undignified screech. The stumble they both take knocks her into the kitchen table where her effort to steady them ends with take-away menus and junk mail showering the floor.

Bo can’t remember the last time she felt like this, so ready to be swept up and away to somewhere she only has memories of. Harry’s hands have never been this quick and so sure before. He’s allowed to touch her now and he’s making up for all the little lost connections. All the times he wished she was there to just watch the telly with him; her feet wedged under his thigh to keep warm. The casual hand and hip grazes of two people comfortable with existing together. He’s making up for all the dinners he ate alone, absent of her telling him about her day and knocking ankles with him under the table. He just wants to feel her again.

And Bo feels like she’s being absorbed, pressed so close to Harry’s body that she could tap out the drumming of his pulse upon his back. But she won’t because those fingers are fisted in his t-shirt as he lifts her from the floor.

Now at eye level, they calm for a second, both panting as Bo skims Harry’s jaw affectionately with her nose.

“Do you wanna…”

There’s hope in the mumbled, unfinished question, but Bo knows what he’s leaning towards.

“Yeah, yes please,” she responds, followed with a sharp, “shut it,” as Harry begins to laugh.

Bo’s polite acceptance is smothered with how dirty the kiss feels. Practically rubbing against him and it’s still not enough. With how tightly Bo wraps her legs around his waist, there’s really no need for Harry to hold her up under her arse, but he does anyway, fervently. All the while her fingers tangle in his hair as he walks them a little haphazardly down the hall.

Bo’s thighs give an involuntary clench around Harry’s middle as her back meets the wall. She arches into him and the groan he responds with rumbles through to her chest. Running high on adrenaline, Bo grabs a little too enthusiastically, collecting up as much of him as her arms can reach around.

“Can I take you to bed?” Harry hushes quietly with his forehead pressed to hers.

Both Harry and Bo are breathing a little faster, hearts swelling a little harder at the requited longing blooming between them.

“Yes please.”

They share a shy smile before Bo tries to nip at his ear in an effort to break eye contact. Because Bo’s afraid if she allowed him to look so adoringly for any longer, she would have demanded him right there in the hallway. Harry makes solid headway further into a part of the flat unexplored, all the while Bo noses into his neck.

Harry’s an exciting mix of old and new. The way his fingers slip between hers like they used to, his hand roughened with new calluses. Tattoos that Bo is yet to be introduced to, on familiar heated skin that her fingers and lips are becoming reacquainted with.

She hooks the neck of his t-shirt, prying it away just a little to curiously peer at all the ink he’s keeping covered. There’s new freckles sprinkled like stars over his sunned shoulders, and all she wants is to connect them into kissed constellations.

“Hey, no peeking,” he teases her with a squeeze.

Her t-shirt rucks as Bo slides down Harry until her feet hit the floor. There’s little time for suggestive looks though with Harry shouldering his way through a door that she presumes is his room. He grabs for her hand and she’s laughing as her feet stumble through the doorway after him.

They share another kiss and Bo’s ready for the back of her knees to hit the bed so she can drag Harry down on top of her. But the absence of a certain vital piece of furniture for a bedroom has her wrench away.

It’s a mattress on the floor. And there’s a moment shared between them that’s not spent kissing, but just of Bo looking back and forth from Harry to the sorry excuse for a bed.

“I didn’t think I’d be entertaining in here,” he admits sheepishly.

Her eyebrows raise.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he gripes. “The bed frame is being delivered Thursday and Niall is coming over to help me assemble it - I’m not a child.”

Bo holds her hands up in defence.

“I didn’t say anything.”

The curl of her lip confirms to Harry that she was definitely thinking it though, regardless of her denial.

“I know that look.”

She eases away from Harry, taking steps backwards as she faces him. The neck of his t-shirt is stretched away from his chest, his hair a little wild with those unique set of eyes following her every move.

“What about this look?”

It sets his heart thundering.

“I don’t - I haven’t seen that look before.”

And in all honesty, he hasn’t. Harry’s never seen Bo look so unashamedly provocative. He could drop to his knees for her right now, have her pull his hair until his eyes watered, deny him until it hurt. And he’d fucking thank her for the experience. He’d give her everything without a single thought.

“No?” she smiles. “Well, should I tell you what comes next?”

He trails to her like a puppy in desperate need of attention. A delicate hand hooks his neck and he’s forced to suppress a smile at his delight of having to stoop to her; at having someone considerably smaller hold this sort of sway over him.

Just the way her words kiss his ear is enough for things to start happening in his pants. That’s even before he’s properly processed her rundown of how the evening should pan out.

She pulls away.

“Fuck,” he breathes, a devilish smile growing. “Let’s get started then.”

It’s touch down and lift off all at the same time. Bo feels as though she's coming apart under Harry’s hands, every kiss unraveling her to lay bare what’s been prowling under their skin from the moment they reunited. This is how it should feel.

“You got any more fancy moves to show me?” Bo pesters, because she can.

“They’re hardly fancy, it’s just defence.”

She seems to contemplate his reply before giving him a playful shove to the bed for the evening. Once surprise settles, Harry has his hands full as Bo gracelessly climbs into his lap and encourages his back to meet the mattress. Sparkly fingernails dig into his shoulders as he’s terrifyingly held captive.

“And how will you get out of this?”

At this angle, Bo might actually be squishing his kidney but Harry doesn’t think he’s ever been so elated to be sat on before.

“You’re small, I could just roll you off.”

As if in demonstration, he takes hold of her waist but doesn’t shift their weight.

“Yeah?” “I’m not gunna though.” “What’s your plan then?” “Don’t have a plan, I’m just wingin’ it.” *** Ominous clouds roll with the rumbling sound of thunder, the freshness in the air spilling in through the cracked window. Bo clutches him close, him on top of her as he mouths at her neck. It’s all she can do to draw in little half breaths as her fingers card through short hair.

For a moment she wishes they’d never been apart. But a lot of things have changed, some necessary things that may have choked off their relationship in the long run.

Harry’s so very quiet as Bo kisses over his damaged eyelid. She takes her time, making sure he knows just how much she cares for him. Up around his eyebrow and then down through his lashes. The scarred skin is ruin under her lips, her heart lurching at how pliant Harry becomes, like he can’t bear to move in such a vulnerable state.

Bo draws him out of his thoughts with a final kiss to the top of his nose. She’s busy with lavishing his neck and then his shoulder with hot little kisses when he pauses with trying the ruck up her shirt. His hands are burning hot to her hips before he positions them to the mattress to lean up and away from her. From this angle, if she wiggles enough to the right, his t-shirt falls away from his body slightly to torturously reveal a soft hip and suggestion of a tattoo.

“What’s wrong?” Bo asks, swallowing the lump in her throat.

She wants to lick his stomach and watch his nipples pebble.

“I don’t - I haven’t got anything.”

The confession is spoken with a softness Bo’s sure is only exchanged between lovers and that gets her heart pumping just that thump too fast.

“Why are we whispering?” she hushes with the smile she wears tucked into Harry’s neck. Bo encourages him closer. “What haven’t we got?”

“A condom.”

The words pull her tummy tight. And its, well, it’s hot. Bo never thought the concern for protection would have this sort of reaction - aching thighs and grabby hands. Maybe it’s the thought of what comes next as clothes are shed and wild abandonment commences.

But despite the company, she’s just not willing to risk the threat of a trip to the clinic waiting room for the morning-after pill. Even if Harry is looking like every fantasy she’s ever had.

Bo’s frown is accompanied by a small huff. “I came off the pill a couple of months ago.”

Harry pulls away, his eyes a little wide as he sits back to soak in the information. Bo watches, lips starting to quirk as he blinks. His goldfish expression is kind of cute and she can’t help but reach out to push his hair back.

Bo’s about to ask him if he needs some water or a proper lie down because he’s starting to look a little peaky.

“Wait.”

He grabs her hand, his advance forward leaving Bo no choice but to comply and fall back to the pillow.

“If you were still on it, we could - without the condom?”

“Well, you’re clean, aren’t you?”

Harry gives Bo a small set of serious looking nods.

“So am I.”

“That’s good to know.”

Bo’s smile has broken into a laugh by the time Harry’s rolled from her. He rubs his hands over his face as if trying to clear his head from foggy thoughts.

“That’s alright. We can just wait, right?”

“Yeah, of course. That’s fine,” Harry leans back. “That’s - that’ll be fine.”

Fuck. It’s not fine. He’s waited for her. Bo gives him a soft sort of smile, one that he can feel like an internal punch to the ribs. She sits up, drawing her bare knees to her chest so her feet are flat on the bed. He’d managed to get her yoga leggings off with a stretch, pull, and a giggle from Bo. But if he’d have known they weren’t going any further tonight he would have insisted that all clothes were kept to a minimum of three layers and probably wrapped her in a blanket. Anything, so he wouldn’t be faced with the sight of her bed-soft and half naked, only to be left unable to do anything about it.

She’s got that adoring look on her face, with her fingers brushing his cheek, Harry’s heart thuds to an old familiar beat. In all the time they were apart, he’s never forgotten how softly he could be touched, and how it could make him feel more than any biting kiss or scrape of nails. How funny, it’s always been her. Fuck it.

“Petrol station down the road is open.”

The words feel harsh on his tongue, like they were never meant to be a part of this moment. They’ve tarnished the situation and it’s made more apparent as the caressing hand falls from his face. Any comfort he feels with her touch drops away with it.

“Why do you wan-“

“Condoms.”

The suggestion makes him feel dirty, it shouldn’t, because they’re being safe. Maybe it’s the desperation of it more that anything. But Harry can’t muster the thought to care because the woman he’s never stopped loving is currently curling her toes in his bedsheets.

“Oh,” Bo replies. “You’re thinking about going now?”

It’s difficult to gage her reaction as whatever she’s feeling is outwardly masked by surprise.

“Well, yeah.”

Harry watches her nibble on her bottom lip for a second, possibly deciding on how to tackle the situation and control the hormonal teenager she must see before her.

“Did you want me to come with you?”

Oh.

“No, no,” Harry implores. “Stay here, I won’t be long. I-It’s just down the road.” Her hand skims down the expanse of his back as he gets up from the bed.

“You already said that.”

“Right, ok.”

He nods to himself before trying to find something more appropriate to wear. Bo straightens out the covers like they weren’t just rolling around in them minutes before; smoothing away any crinkles around her circumference. It may be bigger than her single, but at least she actually has a bed frame.

“Can you get me a magazine and some M&M’s too? Please,” she adds with a sweet smile.

“Are you serious? And when are you reading this magazine? Because I sort of thought we had the evening all planned out.”

“All evening?” Bo quirks.

“I told you, it’s been a while.”

Harry expects her to be a little bashful, but she holds his eye contact with a flicker of a smile before it develops into a crinkle-nosed grin. Fully satisfied with himself, Harry tugs the hoody he’s found over his head, which catches on his ear as he yanks it down.

“What sort of M&M’s?” he asks whilst pulling at the clothing.

“Peanut.”

They share a look and Harry’s hauled back to a time when M&M’s littered the passenger footwell in his old car. He’d continued to find them months after that night, sticky blues and reds caught down in the mechanics of the car seats.

“I’ll just wait here then,” she says, eyes not leaving Harry.

It feels a little odd to have her amongst all his everyday things, a sparkle of something brilliant tucked between everything mundane and ordinary he surrounds himself with. Bo’s out of place in the most wonderful way imaginable. With her knees still to her chest, Bo tucks her hair behind her ear. Harry needs to move now or he’ll never leave the room with her looking like his own personal, little goddess.

He searches for the cleanest pair of jeans he has before taking his gym shorts down and replacing them with black denim that’s ripped at the knee. It’s like making the transition from instructor to normalcy. Well, as normal as it can be under the circumstances.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he promises.

And then he’s gone, and Bo is left alone in a place she’s only been familiar with for little over an hour. She’s not comfortable enough to have a poke around on her own, not that Harry would mind. But instead of sitting and allowing her stomach to coil tight with nerves, Bo hotfoots it out of the room to search for her lip balm and something to keep her distracted.

When Harry returns, Bo’s been true to her word and remained, only now she’s under the covers messing around with something on her phone.

“I got cold.”

Rather than responding, he unloads the front pocket of his hoody of sweets and a rolled up magazine. Bo sits up as he trudges over to her.

“What’s wrong?”

“I left my card at home.”

“Did you not get them then?”

He sits on the edge of the bed, knees practically under his chin as he fusses with the knots in his Vans. With the first one off, he retrieves the box from the same pocket as Bo’s magazine. It was probably digging into his stomach. She’s pretty proud of her catch as it’s tossed back to her.

“I stood at the till for like five minutes emptying my pockets for change to make up the last of it. I was short 82p.”

Bo peers over Harry’s shoulder whilst still holding her box.

“Did you just hoof it out the shop then?”

“No,” he grumbles. “I didn’t steal condoms, Bo. But do you wanna know what the lady behind me in the queue said?” he pauses to kick off the other trainer, swivelling to face Bo. “She told me that she admired that my partner and I were conscious of protection.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“She gave me an extra pound to make up the difference as I was “in bit of a hurry”. His face sours as he recalls the conversation. He’ll never be able to step foot in that shop again, not with the way some of the staff were breaking into knowing smiles as he practically ran through the automatic doors.

“That was - very nice of her.”

It’s an unbecoming sort of laugh, one that has Harry glaring at her.

“Don’t laugh, you’re going next time.”

“That’s very presumptuous of you,” she remarks. “Why didn’t you just return the magazine?”

“Because you asked me for it,” he simply replies, like the suggestion never even crossed his mind.

Bo’s stomach fizzes up with warmth, a soppy kind of smile on her face.

“That’s honestly the sweetest thing. Come here” she beckons, taking hold of his face and smothering his cheeks with kisses.

“Don’t,” he whines. “You’re ruining my street cred.”

“I’m so sorry,” Bo apologies unconvincingly whilst rubbing at a tinted chapstick remnant high on his cheekbone.

“No you’re not.”

“Surely your street cred of thoughtful, kind and soft won’t be ruined by a few kisses.”

“Heeeeey, I’m a knockout,” Harry replies to her obvious teasing with a creased brow.

“Well, that’s for sure.”

Bo’s yelp is proof she’s unprepared as he takes her down to the mattress with a smile.

MORE COMING SOON...

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smokymountaingal · 4 years

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Travel. One of my favorite things in the world to do. One of my all time favorite places to be? The Great Smoky Mountains! (Disney is a close second, and believe me, it pains me to put it in second place, but it had to be done). The Smoky Mountains are my happy place. The smells, the atmosphere, the history, the SCENERY! If you’ve never been to the Smoky Mountains, you’re missing out. I can’t be there enough. Which is probably why my husband and I are thinking of moving up there. We live in FL. Dull, flat, Florida. Don’t get me wrong, the beaches are beautiful to look at, and I’m sure there are other things that people enjoy about beaches, but for us we like greenery, lol. After spending our whole lives close to the beach it’s about time for a change. And we can’t think of anything better than the most beautiful mountains we’ve ever seen.

Our love of The Smoky Mountains began in 2017. My husband is a hard worker. I mean like, seriously, a workaholic. I wanted to do something special for him. So I began to plan a trip without him knowing. I had a half and half plan. One half somewhat planned, the other half totally wingin’ it. That’s kind of our thing. No matter how hard we try to make plans, down to the smallest detail, we still wind up winging it. Our wedding was a prime example of this 🤣.

Anyway, that summer I set about planning an adventure for my hubby and me. Little did I know just how big of an adventure it would be. Three weeks pre-adventure I found out I was finally pregnant again. Me being me, I refused to let this get in the way of our time away together. Some people may think you can’t do anything strenuous or crazy when you’re pregnant. Luckily I have a doctor who thinks different. He actually encouraged me to go. (He’s a bit of an adrenaline junkie anyway, so I figured he’d be okay with it). Originally I planned for us to go to Nantahala. We were going to camp and backpack wherever we wanted. In order to accomplish obtaining all the gear I of course had to tell my husband what I was planning eventually. His first reaction? If we were going to take a vacation he wanted to be seated next to water with a cup full of good spirits and a little umbrella in it just for good measure. Not what I had in mind. At all. I wanted a real adventure. Wide open spaces, mountains, hiking, nature. Bring on the wild animals!

The day to leave arrived. Excited beyond belief we headed out. No real destination in mind except Nantahala. Yeah, you want to know where the navigator took us? To the middle of someone’s front yard. In the middle of the night. In the middle of NOWHERE. And now, we are not only lost, we also have ZERO cell service to look up a more detailed destination. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Well, I wanted adventure. Here was our chance. we pull out a map and start basically driving around trying to find anywhere (not a hotel, mind you. But a camping spot) to stay the night (or what was left of it anyway 🙄) We FINALLY found somewhere to park, honest to God, in the absolute middle of nowhere. No electricity (which we hadn’t really planned on having any anyway) nothing in sight for what seemed like forever. And there is another vehicle parked there. We never saw who it was, just the vehicle. It could have been a serial killer for all we knew at that point we were so exhausted we didn’t much care. We blew up our air mattress right there in the middle of the woods and plopped it in the back of our truck. Luckily it JUST fit. (Wingin’ it, y’all. On a whole new level lol) Luckily we didn’t get eaten by bears, or killed in our sleep. We woke up the next morning and drove to a little town to try and get our bearings. After looking around half the day my husband made a suggestion. Why not drive to the Smoky Mountains? We were already up that way, we’d never been, and he had always wanted to go. Little did I know that decision would mark a change in our lives forever. That turned out to be one of the best decisions of our lives. We spend the next few days driving around sightseeing, hiking, taking in all the beauty the Smokies have to offer.

Then I have a really bright idea (I’ll just blame it on pregnancy brain). Let’s go backpacking, up a mountain, with bears and all, and me being 8 weeks pregnant, carrying 50lbs + on our backs. 7 miles in, 7 miles out. Up a mountain. Both ways. (Luckily there was no snow.) That was the best adventure of our lives (outside of our kids). Was it hard? You betcha. But was it worth it? More than I could have imagined. The campsite was beautiful. With a stream next to it, more beauty than I ever believed possible, complete with pulleys to take your packs up into the trees to keep bears out of it. You heard me. Actual pulleys to keep bears out of your stuff and to keep them from being attracted to your campsite. Looking back I’m torn between “had I lost my mind?” and “best day ever!”

A couple of years have passed and we’ve been back multiple times. We’ve taken our kids, we’ve gone alone, and no matter what it’s always worth it. I’ve been looking for the perfect property to buy for years now. And one day we will have our dream and finally be able to move to our favorite place.

If you ever have the chance to go, GO. You won’t regret it. Between the mountains themselves and Gatlinburg there’s something for everyone.

I’ll get around to posting recommendations for trails, activities, restaurants, and so on ASAP. We’ve done all sorts of different things. It really depends on if it’s just an adults trip or if we take the kids along.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to plan another trip :)

#smokymountains #greatsmokymountains

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chomebar-blog · 5 years

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Your Consciousness of Jesus’ Presence Is Your Secret Weapon

Even if I shall walk in the valleys of the shadows of death, I will not be afraid of evil, because you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

—Psalm 23:4

One of the fears that haunts people is the fear of the unknown. You never know what the future would bring. As humans, we love to be ‘in control’. We often hear people say that we need to this thing right here in order to prepare for that thing right there because hey, ‘we never know’ and guess what, it’s true—we never know. The future is uncertain and thinking about that is indeed scary. That’s why we need a Saviour!

Some people plan a lot, some would just consider “wingin’ it” (the whatever-happens-happen attitude). And both does not line up with God’s Word. To those who trust the Lord, we plan with Him. We plan knowing that He’s got us covered and even though that plan gets impeded, we know that He’s got the best ‘replacement’. (Prov. 16:9; Jer. 29:11)

The most extraordinary thing about the relationship between a sheep and the shepherd is that the sheep is in fact clueless without the shepherd’s guidance. To put it bluntly, a sheep is dumb. I’ve even just found out that a sheep would just eat what’s in front of them! So if they’ve already eaten the grass that’s in front of them, they will start to eat the dirt instead of eating a fresh grass that’s behind them. Now, imagine what a sheep would do and be like without a shepherd!

In the Bible, we read about David’s consciousness of God’s presence and portrayed himself in Psalm 23 as a sheep. He was asserting that he’s nothing and that he’s unreservedly helpless without the good Shepherd! Now, picture a young David— Jesse sent him to take some food to his brothers who were getting “ready” (more like getting overawed and frightened! (1 Sam. 17:24) for the huge fight between them and Palestine’s Goliath. (1 Sam. 17:13–20).

In this event, David had already been anointed or poured oil upon to become Israel’s future king. I believe that it’s not the oil itself that made David “courageous” but the anointing oil was the confirmation of what’s going on within! because all this time David had been conscious of God’s presence! No wonder God called him the man after God’s own heart! (1 Sam. 13:14)

David did not even once mention to them that he was anointed as a king. He could have used that so that Saul, David’s arrogant brothers, and the armies would somehow revere him. Instead, he David proclaimed, “The LORD, who delivered me from the claws of the lion and the bear, will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine.” (1 Sam. 17:37)

It’s amazing to take note of the place where David defeated the giant and heavily-armed Goliath. The place is called the Valley of Elah which alludes to that death valley David mentioned in Psalm 23:4. And this verse is drawing a parallel with his declaration in 1 Samuel 17:45, “You come to me with sword, spear, and javelin, but I come to you in the name of the LORD of Heaven’s Armies—the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied!”

Nothing is insignificant in the Bible, even the names had been given its depths! That said, I should also mention that Elah is God’s name as 'Awesome One' in Aramaic! David essentially triumphed over Goliath in the “Valley of the Awesome One”.

Jesus said in John 10:14-15, “I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father.” Today, if you believe and follow Jesus Christ, the beloved Son whom God gave to become the sacrificial Lamb and the Good Shepherd—you are one of Christ’s beloved sheep and be conscious that your good Shepherd is always with you—that’s your ultimate secret weapon!

Prayer

Lord Jesus, thank You that no matter what I am going through—good times or bad like going through the valleys of the shadows of death or the unknown, remind me that the absence of fear is only possible in Your presence! Let me enjoy the sweet consciousness of Your presence so I will live my life fear-free.

#Psalm23 #ValleyofElah #GoodShepherd #Jesus #Yeshua #David #GodsBeloved

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racingtoaredlight · 5 years

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RTARL’s NFL Week 2 Extravapalooza

Outside of the Texans-Saints showdown, Week 1 kinda sucked, in my opinion. There were certainly some solid comedy highlights, like the Jets choking, the Lions and Cardinals derping their way into a tie, and the Browns falling on their faces, for example. But, there were also a mess of lopsided affairs and a handful of dismal performances from teams who should be a better. Hopefully, Week 2 will provide us with some nailbiters, and a higher level of quality all around.

[looks at Week 2 schedule]

...maybe we should keep our expectations low for another week.

Now, onto the picks (they’re terrible, and in bold) and hard-hitting analysis! Lines courtesy of Vegas Insider.

Last week’s record: 6-8-1

Season record: 6-8-1

Early Games

Indianapolis Colts at Tennessee Titans (-3)

I picked against the Titans last week, and in the process roasted them for their lack of sizzle. I ended up burned, as they cooked the Browns, and rubbed my face in it. After marinating in humiliation for a week, I’m plenty salty at the Titans. That’s why I’m picking them to get smoked by the Colts and their QB Jacoby Brissett, who I affectionately refer to as “Jake Brisket.” I’m going to a cookout later!

Los Angeles Chargers (-2) at Detroit Lions

Last week, the Lions lost a 24-9 4th quarter lead over a rebuilding Arizona Cardinals team. Seems like the kind of game script that would call for them to lean on an exciting and capable young RB, like say, Kerryon Johnson, in order to salt away a victory. The Lions did not do that, and gave Kerryon 16 carries while giving the ancient CJ Anderson 11. Am I an angry Kerryon Johnson fantasy owner who lost his match-up badly last week? I am.

Did you know that Philip Rivers has an alarming number of children?

Buffalo Bills (-2) at New York Giants

I love Bills QB Josh Allen. Not so much because I think he’s bound for Canton or anything, but because he plays an incredibly entertaining brand of football to me. If you give me a QB whose three options on a given pass play are: A) take off running and seek out a defender to try to plow over, B) throw an absolute rocket with questionable accuracy in the general vicinity of a receiver running a route of intermediate depth, and C) CHUCK IT DEEP, odds are I’m gonna have a good time.

Saquon Barkley deserves so much better than this Giants team.

Arizona Cardinals at Baltimore Ravens (-13)

BIRD FIGHT! In the battle for feeder supremacy, I’m taking the Fighting Lamar Jacksons all day every day. Much like last week, the Ravens seem like such a slam-dunk pick that it makes me wonder if it’s a booby trap set by the football gods. Would they really add a booby to a mix that already includes two other bird species? I dunno, I’m just wingin’ it over here.

New England Patriots (-19) at Miami Dolphins

This is an outrageously high line, especially considering the fact that the Dolphins give New England all kinds of problems in Miami more often than not. But, this year’s Miami team appears to be utterly and completely demoralized ALREADY, and the Patriots aren’t exactly known for taking their feet off the gas when a game is well in hand.

My worst fear is that New England leaves Brady in during a blowout to try to establish chemistry with Antonio Brown, and he ends up getting injured. Well, that’s my worst fear in terms of this specific football game. My worst fear overall is accidentally getting a papercut on my balls from a cookbook while I’m fixing dinner in the nude, and then getting lemon juice in the cut.

Dallas Cowboys (-5.5) at Washington Football Team

I’m already excited for the Cowboys to win 11 games, sign Jason Garrett to an extension during the season, and then totally shit the bed in their first playoff game.

Jacksonville Jaguars at Houston Texans (-8.5)

If you think I’m picking against a team led by this magnificent creature, you are mistaken:

Seattle Seahawks at Pittsburgh Steelers (-4)

I’m picking Seattle because they only looked “pretty shitty,” as opposed to the Steelers, who were a hilarious disaster. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think this might be the year things finally implode in Pittsburgh. I’m sure Ben Roethlisberger will handle this potential adversity like the inspirational leader of men he’s always been.

San Francisco 49ers at Cincinatti Bengals (-1)

Boy, that Jimmy Garappolo sure is dreamy! Please don’t watch a single second of this game.

Minnesota Vikings at Green Bay Packers (-3)

I’ve long been an Aaron Rodgers defender, but at this point it almost seems like he’s barely able to tolerate being a professional football player. This is obviously armchair analysis from someone who has no idea what he’s talking about, but he really does seem completely miserable all the time. Whether it’s due to dissatisfaction with the Packers franchise specifically, or if he’s just over the whole football thing is tough to say. The merciless Viking D coming to town certainly won’t help things.

Welcome to our new readers who arrived here after Googling “merciless viking d.” You’ll find your fetish will be accepted here without judgement.

Late Games

Kansas City Chiefs (-7) at Oakland Raiders

It annoyed me that the Raiders won last week. They’re much more entertaining as a complete flaming wreck than as an unremarkably bad also-ran. I need Mahomes and the Chiefs to whomp them by at least 30 to get things back on track, please and thanks

New Orleans Saints at Los Angeles Rams (-2)

Hey, this game looks pretty good! I really had no idea who to pick in this one, as both of these teams are firmly in the “championship contender” tier for me. In the end, I decided that the New Orleans defensive secondary and Drew Brees having Kamara as a pass-rush-neutralizing safety valve was enough for them to overcome the mighty Rams.

Chicago Bears (-2.5) at Denver Broncos

The thought of Mitchell Trubisky having to deal with the Denver pass rush, in addition to Denver having one of the best homefield advantages in the league leads me to believe that the Broncos will win this one outright.

Sunday Night Game: Philadelphia Eagles (-1.5) at Atlanta Falcons

ANOTHER BIRD FIGHT! This time, we’re stepping up to the Raptor Division. When my predictive models are unable to give me a clear pick, I have to go with the team I feel is a bit more talonted.

Monday Night Game: Cleveland Browns (-6.5) at New York Jets

The Browns need to win this game, not just to keep their season from completely going off the rails, but to keep me personally from dying of laughter if they were to lose to a Trevor Siemian-led Jets team missing two of its best defensive players (C.J. Mosley and Quinnen Williams).

#NFL #Football #Sports!

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