#this hair is so great but the black swatch sucks!

[maelfe]

she looks so different in game it makes me mad

wlikewho the fuck is thattttttt thats not my sim bruh 😪

anyway lookbook

#this hair is so great but the black swatch sucks! #matter fact why is most hairs' black swatch sooo gray aaaaaaaaa #and u can tell i tried to edit tf out of it... 😪😪 #me doing anything but fix my game yaaa im over it fuck the detective career 🖕 everytime i fix a problem another comes up #and i check the forums and theres a lot of people w the exact same and its entries from 2016 like.... come onnnnn! and no solution 😭😭🤮 #when ive always been a get to work truther... so ungrateful smh

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [2.0]

Masterlist

A/N: Thanks for being patient, everyone! Another chapter, as promised 😘

Warnings: This went real naughty real fast XD. Smut ahead

Eva inhaled sharply, “You’re kidding,”

Remington shook his head, rocking back and forth on his heels and trying to bury his knuckles deeper into the back pockets of his shorts. He didn’t expect that Eva would jump enthusiastically at the opportunity to be in a music video. 

With her laptop sitting perched on her crossed legs and her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she pondered, Remington had to admire how adorable she was even when processing. He came to sit beside her on the couch, grasping her cold hand in his.

“No, I’m not. The shoot won’t be for a while, probably within the next two months or something. You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to, though,” he said.

“What about the pandemic?” she asked.

“Everyone has to get tested and quarantine. And Jeremy’s looking into getting those... air purifying... ultra-disinfecting robots,” Remington replied, “You know, the ones they’re putting in the hotels?” 

She nodded slowly, “... Right,”

Remington could read the unease on her face plain as day. He moved a piece of her hair from her face, gently tucking it behind her ear, “I’m pretty sure we’re going with 19th century vampires... if that can entice you,” he grinned.

Eva smiled timidly. On the one hand she was flattered, she couldn’t lie there was a wisp of stars in her eyes at the prospect of being part of such a thrilling project. On the other hand, people would see her in this video... lots of people. A boat load of more people commenting on her, and the anxiety continued to grow from there.

“Do you want me to do this with you?” she asked.

He nodded, “Absolutely,”

“Could I think about it for a little bit?” she asked.

“Yeah. You take all the time you need,” he replied.

Eva simpered, “I can’t take all the time, you’re going to be filming in two months,” she chuckled. 

“That’s a fair point,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “But you know what I mean,”

“I do,” she nodded, speaking softly. Her stormy grey eyes stared at him with a starry vibrance, and he swore if he looked into those eyes long enough he could pick out each individual swatch of blue.

His eyes averted to the blue light drifting off of her screen, “What’re you working on now?”

Eva shrugged, “Nothing in particular,”

“Oh?” he raised his eyebrows, “You know, that’s your answer for almost everything,”

“Well, I have to be a little mysterious just to keep you interested,” she replied coyly.

“It’s not hard for me to be interested in you, I promise,”

Eva’s work flow extended the two hours she had originally allotted. A client wanted her to write an article on how false and trumped up propaganda played a hand in the current climate’s unjust civil attacks on minorities. It was easy for her to be technical and reserved, however, the more she wrote the more passionate she became. By the time four o’clock rolled around, she was mentally exhausted. 

The only thing keeping her motivated was Remington. He had ventured out to the backyard a little while ago, sunbathing in the grass with his red heart sunglasses covering his eyes. He looked so deliciously at ease, his bluish-blonde hair growing longer and relaxed without the use of any product. His tattoos flushed in a sharp contrast to his pale skin. As important as her article was, Eva suddenly wasn’t in the mood to dismantle the patriarchy today.

Sliding the glass door shut behind her, she shuffled into the yard in nothing but her t-shirt, shorts, and bare feet. She crouched into his lap gently, her legs on either side of his waist and breaking him out of his sun-basked lull. He smiled softly, getting comfy in the grass again as her fingers traced the lines of ink on his chest. 

“It must be nice living like a rockstar, hm?” she questioned, slightly envious that he didn’t have any deadlines to meet. 

“Can’t lie, it’s pretty great,” Remington grinned, watching her through his dark shades as she traced his Rebellion tattoo, “The view is even better,” 

Her fingers skimmed down his sternum, admiring the way his stomach clenched as he sucked in a breath from her touch. Her journey curved to the emblem over his pec. Sneaking a glance at his shade-covered eyes, she circled her finger dangerously close to his left nipple.

Remington pulled his sunglasses off, dark eyes struck with curiosity and his lips parted. His large hand lands on her thigh, casually rubbing over the soft skin. 

“What are you up to?” he asked, the pads of his fingers tickling at her thigh.

“Just admiring you,” she shrugged innocently, taking care to ghost her nail over his nipple in passing as she traced over another tattoo.

Eva smiled to herself, noticing how the bud perked at the slight touch and she knew she had him hooked. Remington swallowed quickly, fascinated at the control she seemed to have over him.

"Do you want another tattoo?” she asked, scooting back on his waist so she could lay easily over his chest, her chin resting perfectly in the dip of his sternum.

“Possibly, yeah. I got no plans yet,” he replied, his fingers continuing to tickle her skin. He always had to be touching her, “You got any recommendations?”

Eva simpered, “I could come up with a few ideas” she pressed a gentle kiss to his warm kiss. Eyes flickering to his intermittently, she continued to kiss over his long verse of words then onto the harder flesh of his pec. His muscles tensed from her lips and she kissed around his nipple.

Remington’s deepened breathing didn’t ago amiss by Eva. She puckered her lips around his nipple, giving it a barely there wet kiss.

“Fuck,” he sighed, a hint of a moan hanging by his own lips. She smiled sweetly at him.

“Do you like that?” she whispered, resting her palm on his stomach. His whole body became hot beneath hers and she methodically adjusted her hips over his, grinding against his already growing hard on. 

He swallowed harshly and nodded, chest rising and falling unevenly beneath hers. His fingers traced patterns into the skin of her back, but his eyes were focused on Eva.

She turned her attention back to his pec very quickly darted her tongue over the small bud. It popped to attention immediately, eliciting more excitement in Eva and she continued to kiss and lick the skin.

Her teeth nibbled and sucked on his pert nipple, flicking her tongue playfully and Remington swore he’d died and gone to heaven. She rested her cheek on his chest, tongue running lazily over his peaked skin so she could watch him. His eyes had slipped shut and his bottom lip was pressed between his teeth. His hand found his way into her hair, scratching slowly at her roots.

Seeing him react like this, becoming aroused from just a little attention had Eva aching more and more. She sucked on him once more before popping her mouth off and moved to his other pec. She blew carefully over his nipple and it poked out almost instantaneously.

“Fuck -- don’t stop, Eva,” he grunted.

Not needing to be told twice, she gave the same treatment to his right nipple as she had his left. However, this time she suckled more on the skin, wanting to leave a mark this time. She wanted him to remember this. Quiet little moans slipped from him and it made her grind herself onto him, his cock pressing against her. She whipped her tongue over his nipple quickly before giving it one last kiss, then hoisted herself up to sit back in the grass.

“I didn't know you had a thing for nipples,” she grinned, rubbing her thumb over the right one. She couldn’t help but admire her own handy work, her little teeth marks leaving a small impression.

Remington composed himself quickly, jumping into action and pushing her onto her back. Without a word he pressed himself into her, satisfied at her little gasp of excitement as he whipped her t-shirt over her head.

“We both know very well I’m not the only one here who does,” he growled, tugging down the cup of her bra and latching his own mouth to her breast. 

Eva’s fingers carded through his cyan hair, a stomach-twisting idea knotting together in her brain. Her back arched when he put down on her own nipple, yet she tried her best to set her yearning aside as she choked out.

“Do you like when I’m in control?” she asked in a gasp. 

Remington looked up at her through hooded eyes, the shade falling over his irises making them appear nearly black with desire, “Maybe...” he noted, licking briefly over her skin, “You have that look in your eye again,”

“What look?” Eva teased.

“The look that tells me you’re up to no good,” he grinned.

Eva licked her own lips, her heart thrumming with excitement, “I think we should go upstairs,” she gently pushed on his chest so she could sit up, “And I also think that you can lose those shorts,”

Remington’s eyes went wide, yet his curiosity had been peaked as he saw the sparkle of the devil in her gaze. He smiled subconsciously, scrambling to his feet.

“Yes, ma’am,”

Remington laid back on the bed, his shorts and underwear discarded in the corner while he watched Eva. She slowly rid herself of her own shorts and panties, the front locks of her hair freed of their hair clips and falling at the corners of her eyes. He thanked the Lord for locks and curtains, fortunate to behold in her beauty all to himself. 

Eva came around to kneel on the bed and he instinctively sat up, immediately earning a tut and a finger wag, prompting him to lie back down again.

“Eager, are we?” she smirked.

Remington licked his bottom lip and waffled his bare hips, itching for her to touch him. She danced her fingers across his chest, gliding over the small hickey she’d left, trailing down his v-lines and ghosting of his inner thighs, denying him any pleasure and leaving him to whine from denial. His hands reached to hers, but Eva quickly took them away.

“Naughty boy. Don’t make me tie you up, now,” she saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly, his dark eyes connecting with hers. She caught a whimper in her throat and swallowed herself; she wasn’t going to be swayed from taking charge. She wanted to make the most of this.

“I’ll be good,” he managed, his gravelly voice snapping her back to reality. 

Eva smiled sweetly, coming to cit over his legs and curled her palms around him, deftly running her thumb over his slit and swiping away his arousal. His thighs tensed she she lowered her head to him, licking gently at him, intent on not giving into the sounds he was making. He threw his head back against the pillow as her mouth bobbed over him, hardly fulfilling his needs. Keeping his hands to himself was harder than he thought, needing desperately to touch her. 

She closed her lips over him but then pulled her mouth away completely, relishing in his disappointed whimper.

“Come on, please...” he whined as she peppered kisses over his chest.

“Please what, babe?’ she smirked, running her hands over his skin, his erection poking against her stomach.

“I need to touch you, or taste you! Please, Eva?” his eyes snapped shut and his breath hitched as her hand found its way back to him.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she mewled, kissing the tip of his nose so he would open his eyes for her. 

She asked silently for his permission and he nodded quickly. Moving her hips gently over his face, Eva rested her weight on her shins and gripped the head rest was one hand. Remington couldn’t resist in touching her, pulling her down so run his warm tongue over her again and again. Her back arched, her hair tossed behind her, her other hand reached forward to grasp him. His tongue worked deeper, swirling through her before sliding up to her clit, taking it between his lips and sucking delicately. Eva felt her body tense, trying to retain whatever control she could keep. 

Remington couldn’t help but smile, knowing that despite her best efforts her resolve was breaking. His own cockiness suddenly faltered when she squeezed him, and before he knew it she pulled herself away from him, much to his own chagrin. 

“Fuck...” he whimpered, gripping at the head board so he wouldn’t be inclined to touch her. She took him in her mouth, her tongue licking him up and down like it was the first time all over again. He was teetering on the edge, thrusting his hips up into her mouth as a plead for more. 

Eva suddenly choked and he fell from her lips. She wasn’t expecting it, and given the look of shock on Remington’s face, he hadn’t expected that he would catch her off guard like that. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry!” he suddenly sat up, breaking his role as he rubbed her shoulders while she coughed and cleared her throat, “Are you okay, Eva?”

“I’m fine,” she nodded, sounding a little winded but smiling at him nonetheless, “I just -- I wasn’t expecting that. I’m glad you’re enthusiastic, though,” 

He relaxed a little bit as she came to sit in his lap, her eyelids heavy as her fingers players with his hair, “It’s okay, Remington. It happens,” she assured him.

Remington swallowed, his lust for her clouded by his need to make sure she was okay, “Do you still want to do this?” he asked tentatively.

“Of course,” she replied instantly, “Do you still want me?” 

With those five words, his wicked smile returned. His hand raced up her back and curved around her neck, his thumb poking delicately at her throat, “You know I do,” 

“Good,” and like that, his sweet little Eva disappeared and was replaced by this calm, confident persona, “Lie down,” she ordered clearly.

Remington did as he was told. Without another word, Eva reached down to pump him a few times before guiding him into her, sinking down on him completely. Both of them let out shuddering moans, and despite what he was told Remington placed his hands over her thighs, gliding up over her body to reach her breasts.

Eva placed her hand upon his chest, setting the pace. The slow, intimate movement became quick and impatient, she sped up and his hips jerked up to meet her thighs. The air was thick with sex and lust and Eva’s fingernails dragged across his torso, her orgasm growing closer and her walls tightening around Remington. His head was thrown back, eyes screwed shut and letting small gasps escape every time she slid back down on him. He jolted as she crawled over him, claiming his lips with hers in a searing kiss as he pushed her over the edge.

Her legs quivered as she struggled to hold herself up, the orgasm ripped through her. She dropped the kiss to bury her face in the crook of his neck, the sounds she made pushing Remington to his own climax. 

“shit!” 

Eva felt him tense beneath her, then relax. Both of them came down from their high. She reached up to push his hair away from his damp forehead. Remington sat up, and in one swift move turned the tables so he was on top, smothering her with kisses. 

“I take it you liked that?” she asked between kisses.

“Fuck yes,” he grinned, pecking her lips once more, “I love it when you’re in charge,” 

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Workout.”

Forgive me for being short today, But I have a Russian test in less than an hour, and it is on numbers which is the most excruciating part of this language lol.

Hope you all have a good day :)

The human pulled to a stop huffing and puffing, hands on his knees as he took in great big breaths. Krill could see ribs through his skin as the great bellows expanded and then contracted. Sweat slicked the skin as the body desperately tried to cool itself.

“Heart rate 165.”

The human straightened himself out coughing once or twice to clear his throat, reaching out and wiping his face with a towel.

He threw the towel over one shoulder and stretched the large muscle groups in his chest, stomach and back pulling tight.

Sunny leaned against the wall just to their right both sets of arms crossed over her chest, “So, what is this supposed to be fore. Is this like a dominance thing or something.”

The human wiped his face again and raised an eyebrow, “IT’s exercises,  Sunny. You know so I can be fit enough to pass the UNSC PT exam, or perhaps so that I can do my job better, or maybe because I look better whenI’m more fit.

Sunny turned her head to look at him, her eyes scrunching down a little as Krill went to take notes on a clipboard.

“You mean…. You didn’t just grow to being that size?’

The human glanced down at Krill incredulous, “IS she serious? Do the Drev like, not have to work out?”

Krill shook his head, “Drev do not have subcutaneous fat deposits like humans do. Any acquired deposits are stored below the carapace between the connective tissue, padding them down and giving them more protection.”

Sunny looked between them in confusion, “Wait, hold on…. I’m confused.”

The human towelled off his hair, “I have to work out to look like this sunny. IF i don’t use it, I lose it.”

She turned to look at Krill.

He tucked the holo-pad under one arm, “You see, Sunny. Humans are meant to adapt. They can adapt mentally, and they can adapt physically. The body changes to match the requirements of its environment. Sometimes this takes years to do, for instance if you take a light skinned population of humans and put them somewhere with a lot of sun, and keep that population in complete isolation, after a few generations, the skin will darken to compensate for the increased UV light. However these things happen on a smaller level. The body fluctuates to adapt to the amount of physical work which is required.”

The human nodded, “Exactly. Running strengthens the heart, and it increases the hemoglobin in my blood, so that I can run for a longer time with more oxygen. If I were to stop running, I would loose all of that and have to work back up.”

Sunny stared at him incredulous, “So, you have to force your body to be able to perform correctly. Like, It can’t just DO what it needs to do, but you have to convince it over years of training to be able to do what you want.”

The man shrugged, “Well anything sucks when you phrase it like that.” He turned and motioned them to follow, “Historically, humanity was evolved in an environment with little food. We ate a diet heavy in proteins, fiber, and natural carbs from fruit. Fat is an essential part of a human’s diet, but it is relatively difficult to find in nature because of this, the body adapted to make humans love and crave fatty and sugary foods for energy. Well since well into the twentieth eighteenth century, fatty foods were becoming commonplace, and easy to get our hands on, but the body wasn’t aware of that, so it continued to treat these new fatty foods the way our bodies would have treated them back when we were hunter/gatherers storing every last bit up for use later.”

Sunny followed after in fascination, “I see, so now you have…. Too much of a food that your body craves.”

The human looked over his shoulder, “You got it, and the body doesn’t know when to stop storing fat. It’ll just keep going. So if I were to sit on my ass all day eating chips, I would lose the muscle and I would get bigger as fat deposits were stored up for energy.”

Sunny shrugged, “What is the problem with that?”

The human tapped his chin lightly, “A few things, I guess. For me, at least, if I were to just stop working out, I wouldn’t be able to do my job as well, I wouldn't be able to run as far, or to jump as high, or to lift as much. And lifting myself up in a pullup would be impossible, and considering the amount of times we have all almost fallen off a cliff or had to haul ourselves up rope, you would think that would be a bad idea. Not to mention that the larger you are the harder your heart has to work as the blood supply is forced to expand, and since you aren't working out your heart it gets weaker but has to do more work, which --in turn-- increased the risk of heart issues. Compounding all that I wouldn't be able to sit in a cockpit or pilot a jet properly.”

Sunny shook her head, “That seems like a very… annoying model. You can never just relax. You always have to work to keep your body where it should be. And the amount of self control you have to have….”

The human laughed, “You have no idea how much self control  I need when a box of doughnuts gets in my way.” He sighed, “Keeping my abs as been a real struggle, but the UNSC drilled some self discipline into me when I was still young.”

“So you weren't always this big.”

The human snorted, “no not in the slightest. In fact, I was so skinny, you could see my heart beating through my rib cage.

Sunny grimaced.

“Yeah I know, kinda gross. Those are your two directions. If you don’t work out your either super scary skinny, or you get a bit big. If you’re working out right you get muscles.” He turned around flexing proudly for them to outline the lines of his biceps, chest and stomach.

Sunny would have rolled her eyes back into her head, but she supposed, now that she knew he had to work for it, she was at least somewhat proud of him.

“Ok, I have a question  then.”

“Shoot.”

“Can you get bigger?”

More laughter, “Oh yeah, totally, but I’m not THAT dedicated.”

They were just coming around a corner when the commander skidded to a halt eye to chest with an absolutely massive human.

Even sunny stepped back in surprise.

This human was large enough to look sunny in the eye, with shoulders about as wide as her, and a chest that looked like it could have benched a small car.

It was almost comical, a moment ago Sunny had assumed that the commander was a large human.

“Wow there big mean. I’’d rather not get steamrolled today, thanks.”

The large human glanced down at the commander.

“Sir.” He grunted before stepping around and walking up the hall.

Sunny watched him go, “What do you have to do to get that big!”

“You practically have to live at the gym.”

They turned the corner walking into a large room, with strange machines of unknown use.

ANd in here there were humans of all sizes and shapes, but most of them absolutely massive. Those who lacked height, did not lack muscle.

Male humans, female humans, all of the above.

A tiny female human stood at one of these machines carrying a bar on her shoulders with enough weight that sunny assumed it might crush her. Instead she squatted down to the floor and stood back up.

The captain blinked, “Holy shit.” He motioned towards her, “She squats more than me by the way. You see these guys are insane. I work out to maintain, these guys do it because its their hobby.”

Krill floated upwards to whisper in sunny’s ear, “For the muscle to enlarge, the fibers must tear open, and then the body comes back and repairs the tear to withstand the pressures that tore it in the first place.

Sunny stared at Krill incredulously, “So you're telling me, they just…. Tear themselves apart to get like that.”

The Commander left them standing in place walking over to the wall and jumping upwards, catching his hands around a black bar welded to the wall, the muscles in his back, just below the shoulder blades flexed as he pulled himself upwards, the muscles in his shoulder blades rolling under the skin.

They continued to watch as the commander did his set, a little bit of everything for demonstration purposes. Getting off one of the leg machines, one of these large female humans walked past sitting where he had just sat reaching out pulling out the peg and and bringing the weight almost to the bottom of the plates.

The commander leaned in, “See her, she could probably crush your skull using just her legs.” He sighed, “Man, I only WISH I could be that  badass.” He looked up at sunny, “Sometimes I come here just to knock myself down a peg.”

Across the room, one of these massive humans was hauling a huge bar lined with weight on either side up over his head like it was nothing.

“You see that, that would probably invert my spine if I tried to do it.” “Must you be so graphic?” Krill wondered 

“Yeah, because that’s how much of a wuss I am.”

Looking around, Sunny wasn’t convinced entirely of his status as a wuss. He had all the requisite muscle groups of, even the largest humans, and more than some. There were great swatches of the human population who,even here, were missing some things. 

A few of the humans had large arms, ut small legs, small legs, but large arms, no chest, or  chest and no abdominal muscles.

Yes sure, he may have been smaller than their largest, but he WAS well rounded arms, chest, stomach, legs, back and shoulders.

She found herself surprised at the smug satisfaction in comparing her human to the other humans.

Sure her human couldn’t bench THAT much, but he also had better legs, so there.

“You ok, Sunny?”

She turned her head to look at him.

“Just thinking.” She said 

He shrugged at her and returned to his work. 

It’s hard to be a human.

They have to work for everything they have, especially when it comes to their body. 

[latibulesims]

Hi Lati :) I'm a huge fan of The Rivers! I read in one of your responses to another ask that you record with FRAPS on a low-end laptop, but your videos always come out flawless! Whenever I try to record let's plays like this, I always come out with lag. May I ask for some of your tips for avoiding lag when recording? Thanks for all your amazing work :)

Hiii! I am so sorry I am just seeing this, I havent looked at my tumblr notifications in so long! I hope these tips can still help even though they're so late! But thank you so much 💖💖💖 I really appreciate it!

Tip #1. Keep the downloads folder small: For me, I feel like my game lags less the smaller my downloads folder is, so I make to sure to keep at least my gameplay folder small. A great tip ive been using to do this is to go into my game and delete swatches I dont care about. If you use pooklet recolors of hairs especially, you'll find that each hair color (Black, Brown, Blonde, Red, and Grey) usually come with 3+ swatches. So after downloading a bunch of hairstyles, I make sure to go into my game and keep 1 swatch from every hair color. That way, the game goes from 15 swatches of the same hair to just 5! It has helped me sooo much, without forcing me to abandon hairstyles that I like. The same with clothes: when a shirt, for example, would have 5-10 swatches, I make sure to keep just my 3-5 favorites! Does wonders.

Tip #2. Keep the sets simple: With filming, I've found that sets that are heavily packed with CC drop my FPS (which causes lags) way more than sets with simple CC - so i make sure not to go overboard. I know you asked as a lets play player, but just incase any machinima filmers are reading this, here's a trick i do: Instead of building huge sets, I film little boxes that are decorated from the inside and not at all from the outside. Take a high school set, for example. If I want to film in a classroom, I'll just build that classroom instead of a full on school with exteriors and unnecessary rooms that I won't use but would otherwise be found in a school like hallways. And, if I need an exterior shot, I'll just build a seperate lot that I wont mind how big it is because ill just need for that one shot. Its basically like real life shows, where they film exteriors of homes for example, but the actual set is just in one of those warehouses? Hope that makes sense. As for lets players, I would suggest to keep things simple and confined to one floor! Don't go overboard with CC, though I for one LOVE a cluttered house :'( But we gotta do what we gotta do!

Tip #3. Keep the neighborhood simple (or remove it all together): As a lets player I would of course recommend that you keep it simple as opposed to removing it all together, since that would look terrible for gameplay. Of course, its sad because a nicely decorated neighborhood does wonders for that "open world" feel that Sims 2 is missing, but ive found that doing too much CC wise in the neighborhood lags the game terribly. Also, you can turn off your neighbors while keeping the decorations on. I've found this to help immensely, especially in neighborhoods that have a lot of sims living in it. As long as you decorate your neighborhood right (while not going overboard), then you wouldn't even be able to tell the difference - except when it comes to the lagging! I havent played a game with neighbors on since those sims 4t2 deco homes were converted!

For machinima makers I'd go one step forward: If you have scenes that are inside, turn off your decorations all together! Instead decorate around any windows your set might have, and even use one of those mural CC thingies of landscapes should your series be set be in a city. I cant remember the last time I filmed an interior scene with neighbors + decorations on!

Tip #4. Dont overwork your laptop: Make sure you dont have other "demanding" programs open while you try and film. For me, I've found that the game lags a lot more when the laptop is being overworked and getting heated, so closing programs like Sony Vegas (or other video editing programs) and Photoshop (or other photo editing programs) helps a ton! Really, I make sure to film with just the game and FRAPS open

Tip #5. Lower the quality: Push comes to shove and you've found that your computer just isnt handling it? Lower the quality of your game. Nothing drastic of course, nothing that would compromize your quality too much, but some small things like turning off shadows, for example, can come a looong way without making the game look too weird. And, if you do use it, stop using reshade. As a machinima filmer, this is my last resort when everything else I've tried hasn't worked: to stop using reshade and edit post filming. It sucks, but we can make it work :')

I'd also recommend looking up other programs should the screen recording program you're using not work with you. I personally have found that Fraps is the most user friendly, and I cant be bothered to learn new programs, so its what I stick to, but there are other alternatives that people swear by (i hear a lot of sims people recommend Bandicam because Fraps lagged too much for them, so you can always check that out). Hope these helped, and again I'm so sorry for not seeing this sooner! 💖

#ask lati #latips #the sims 2

[thetorturerwrites]

Puer Deus: Reputation

This amazing artwork was gifted to me by @faestae-writes​. Please do not re-use or re-post it without permission from them and/or myself. Don’t be a dickbag.

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Captured / Hurricane / Sustenance / Liar / Scars / Proof / Strings

Summary:  All manner of trouble

A/N:  18+ only.  Physical violence; sadism; references to abuse; smut

Word Count: 4.5k

Day Eight

You were back in Ren’s room for all of five minutes when the cycle shifted from day to night.  You’d lost an entire day to his diabolical plans, and you were exhausted to the bone. Hux had chided you about your nearly-crawling pace, and you’d contemplated stabbing him right there in the hall; but finally, you slumped across the threshold into what your heart kicked up as “home.”

Tension and disgust kept you from crawling into the bed. You knew your brain would loop this day, searing the way he’d looked at you into the gray matter until you wore a constant mask of mottled need.  You sunk down in the very center of the room, huddled in on yourself, and stared at the imbrued floor. You were beyond pain and tears, mired in this quagmire of hate and hunger.

He had humiliated you, wholly stripped you of all humanity and personhood.  And you had all but begged him for more. 

Under his sheer dehumanization, your body had been charged, technicolor and dynamic.  Ren had systematically consumed every part of you, continuously conjuring up new ways to crucify you to feed his black need.  And at every turn, you had given him the anguish he craved; you had yet to deny him exactly what he wanted.

Would you ever be able to deny him?

Pressing the heels of your hands into weary eye sockets, you leaned forward over crossed legs, bent in half from the burden of your inner war. You weren’t sure you could live with the creature he was unearthing, but you weren’t sure you could live without the feelings he evoked, without him.

Moments later, Ren stepped through the door, flushed red and heaving.  His eyes were furious and frantic, and you scrambled away, putting distance between you and the raving lunatic he looked to be.  

“Supreme Leader,” Hux’s voice crackled through the commlink. “The rebels have launched an attack, Sir.  The Supremacy has been compromised. We have lost the starboard side entirely.”

Ren’s gaze settled upon you and darkened immeasurably.  Teeth gnashing and erupting with a snarl, he crossed the room in three strides and hauled you into his arms. The warmth that had been building in your heart evaporated, escaping through your lungs on stuttered breath. 

You cried out and turned your gaze to the floor, the heat of his breath scorching your red cheek. You knew there was no placating him like this.  This was the Kylo Ren who would beat you for insolence, batter your body for daring to patronize him with any hint of gentle persuasion.

“Get command to the Steadfast,” he replied through his commlink. “I will be at the Night Buzzard and will rendez-vous with you there.”

Angry digits dug into your upper arms so fiercely you could feel your pulse hammering in your fingertips.  He had you lifted so high your toes barely scraped the dirty floor, and you clung to his shoulders, trying not to hang like a limp doll.

You could feel it, the accusation rolling off of him like steam, causing the very air around you to fluctuate and waver.  When had you come to know the different shades of his rage? You shook your head wildly because whatever he was about to say, you certainly hadn’t been able to do it.

“Yes, you fucking did.”

He was nose-to-nose, and his absolute disdain for you was crushing.  After everything you’d suffered at his hands, everything you’d endured for him, he still hated you, still regarded you as an object to be used and crushed, and it sucked the light from your soul.

“I don’t have time for your nonsense.”

He passed his quaking hand over your face, stretched his great power into your cerebellum, and forced you into the inky void.

You dreamed of vast, blue skies and the sunlight on your face.  It was bright and crisp and vibrant. You turned into the wind and inhaled the deep, clean, briskness of it, feeling the wispy tendrils curl around your neck and shoulders.  You stretched up into the warmth, feeling the ache in your bones and joints ease, the tightness in your neck and back loosen, and the constriction of your ribs and lungs lessen under the blissful perfection of nature.

You lifted your face into a smattering of afternoon clouds, feeling free and weightless. No more walls. No more silent vacuum of space.  No more blinding, false light. This was life without Santcha, without your Master, without Ren. It was open and lustrous and beautiful.

And it wasn’t real.

As your senses came back into alignment, you smelled rust-tinged air mixing with the heavy remnants of oil and grease.  Instead of balmy sunlight, you felt only cold, recycled, stagnant output regulating the temperature. Curling fingers into the rough sheets where you’d dreamed freedom had been, you buried your face into the pillow and wept.

You weren’t free.  The universe had simply wrenched you from one sphere of suffering and delivered you to another. The only difference was that Ren made you respond in ways you never thought possible.  He was unique in his ability to make you want to suffer. But you were still his captive, his property, and he would never let you go.

“Quiet now,” the dulcet tone of his voice drew you further awake. “Sit up.”

You didn’t want to open your eyes upon this palpable, metal hell, but you complied, shifting so that you were facing him as he crouched at the foot of the dismal bed. You recognized the pattern playing out and didn’t object when he pushed a warm cup into your hands.  

He’d brutalized you yesterday; today, he would put you back together, mend the madness he'd rained upon you. 

“Your weapon,” he urged, turning his palm up to your lips.

Silent, you reached down to your thigh and the last swatch of surgical tape on your body.  Peeling the corner away, you uncovered the little scalpel blade hidden snug against the puckered skin.  You weren’t stupid enough to sleep with it in your mouth, but you hadn’t had any time to actually sleep before he burst in.

Ren huffed on an entertained smirk and tossed the blade away, reaching down to peel off that last strip of tape.  Over the last 2 days, you’d been discarding remnants as they frayed, but he’d been too busy dismantling you to notice.  

Your mostly-healed scars still looked fresh and bright, and he slid his fingers over the largest tracks, eyes lingering on the raised edges.

Ignoring the way he studied you and the gooseflesh his grazes produced, you sniffed the warm liquid questioningly.  You knew better than to object and swallowed down the soup, your upper lip curling at the stale, bland taste. When you finished one, he pushed a second into your hands, followed by a large cup of water. You hadn’t had solid food in two days, and he seemed to recall the doctor’s order that you not have it for at least 24 hours.

He didn’t speak, and the distorted closeness felt awkward, wrong.  He was doting on you like a partner, but you recalled the utter hatred he leveled at you earlier and the deep well of longing in your heart for the sunlight in your dreams.  Brow furrowed, you pushed his hands away and leaned out of his reach, preferring to brood alone.

Having never cared for what you wanted, Ren ignored the pained look on your face, discarded his light trousers, and sunk into the small mattress.  You were immediately crowded by his commanding frame and, unnerved, moved to escape his purview.

Too near his imposing incandescence, you would certainly burst aflame and beg for his touch.

You weren’t quick enough, however; and he slid a rigid arm around your middle, tugged you up into his lap, and mouthed at your jaw.  Fortified and fed, you tensed and worked to twist out of his control.

If he wanted to hate you, you wouldn’t argue, but you wouldn’t pretend to be his docile, doting slave.

“Time to be useful, puppet.”

His hold tightened at your curse and subsequent squirming, and you scratched at his arm, trying to contort your body into some strange shape that would jar his grip loose so you could crawl away.  You’d never felt so worthless in his captivity as being reduced to “useful.”

Ren pulled you back into the hard pillar of his chest, biting into your shoulder until you yelped and stopped fighting.  He was solid and strong, uncompromising and exacting, and you wondered when his unhinged demands started to feel safe. He brushed his nose into your hair, lips right at the shell of your ear, and he melted your resolve with that sensual inflection.

“You can sit; or, you can swallow, but I’m going to be inside you.”

His vulgar words set your core to clenching, and the idea of him burying himself into your body again socked you in the gut.  You yearned for that version of him, vibrant with the pleasure he found in you, and the satisfaction you’d seen in his features for just a moment. You ached for that feeling when you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began, when pain and pleasure bled together.

You told yourself that you didn’t want to be that person, that whore, for him.  You wanted your autonomy, to make your own decisions and to live a free life away from ruthless men.  

He held you, stroking your stomach and dipping his finger into your belly button, while he waited, listening as your struggle unfolded.

You sagged against him, eyes closing in resignation.  Your body and your brain wanted very different things.

Forcing your jaw to relax, you shifted onto your knees and turned to face the demanding deity who now invaded your every waking moment.  You let your eyes roam his perfect arms, abs, hips, thighs, cock, trying to decide which part of yourself to sacrifice. 

If you gave him your face, maybe he’d blow out the bastard vocoder, and you’d drift back into blessed silence.  But if you gave him your pussy, he would definitely demolish any resistance lingering in your brain.

He reached for you, intent upon ending the debate, but you brushed his hand away and moved to kneel between his legs. You forced yourself to meet his dark, eager eyes, blatantly ignoring his standing, straining, far-too-pretty cock.

Raising an eyebrow, you nudged his knees apart wider by spreading your own and relished the quick intake of his breath.  You told yourself it was because you needed the balance, he needed to know how it fucking felt, and you needed him to not kick you or asphyxiate you with his thighs.

A satisfied rumble descended from on high as you bent forward, pressing your nose and lips into his bruised thigh, and you knew that the curve of your ass was the highest point of your body in this position.  

You inhaled the musky aroma of his skin and hummed against the fuzzy patch of hair.  Your eyes danced behind closed lids as you remembered the soft, colored flesh in your mouth and the way he’d looked down at you, ravenous himself and pleased with your hunger. Your hips loosened and your pussy warmed, readying to accept him.

Something started to tingle inside your belly, and you angrily shook it away. This wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go. 

You were waiting for him to thread demanding fingers into your hair, to lift your face and force you down onto his weeping dick, to take away your complicity in this act.  If he took it from you, as he had been doing for days, you could pretend that you didn’t want this.

But none of those things happened. He was silent and still, and you glanced up at him, irritated and troubled and uncertain.

“You’ve caused all manner of trouble, puppet." 

His voice was smooth, and he tapped your lower lip on every single word.  

“Show me you’re sorry.”

You snorted, anger suffusing your nose, ears, cheeks.  Shot up onto your knees, you completely abandoned what he’d instructed you to do because you had done no such fucking thing.  You’d spent mere moments in his room on the Supremacy; and, then, you’d been in this hole, right here, unconscious for what was likely hours. 

“When, exactly, did I have time to cause trouble?”

You practically shouted it, and the smug grin that played at the corners of his mouth only enraged you further.  He didn’t move to quash your tirade, though, and you jabbed a finger at him, losing your composure entirely at his amusement. 

You knew his condescension stemmed from the sound of your voice, modulated, just the right pitch, and fully on display.

“I’ve been here, blacked out by your own fucking hand.  Before that, I was pinned down to a surgical table while you had your blasted doctor force things into my body.”  

You jumped off the bed entirely, standing alongside his crooked, relaxed knee and positively fuming at the calm, arrogant look on his beautiful, infuriating face.

“And before that, I was unconscious because you slit me open from chin to toes.  So, Commander,” you spit the word out as though it was poison, “when have I made all of this trouble? Or would you like me to go back farther than the last three fucking days?”

Ren sat up slowly, and the absolute animosity in his eyes pushed you a step back, your ire faltering.  He slid from the bed, unfurling like a great, storied behemoth, and stalked forward at you. You held out a hand, but you didn’t know if it was to stop him or to touch him.

Unclothed, he looked even more deadly as there was no fabric, no weapon to draw away your stare, and every rippling, taut muscle was an exhibit in transcendence.  

He was what men aspired to be, godlike and mesmerizing.

If he killed you now, it would be the pinnacle of intimacy with nothing between his raw aggression and your abject fear. He would press his naked form against you and surely end your life by sucking the very marrow from your bones.

He was every inch the infernal predator, and you were the prey that just pissed him off. 

“Yesterday,” he sneered, “You threatened to murder Supreme Leader Snoke.”

Your mouth dried out completely, snapping shut with a clatter because you couldn’t argue.  In your rage and fright, you had absolutely threatened to murder Snoke and everyone on board the ship, and it was clear from Ren’s response that Snoke had heard you.  

Terror flooded your veins, pushed out all the blood that was supposed to be there and replaced it with adrenaline.  Your mind screamed at you to run, now, get away, but your body could only slink further back into the room, sweating and twitching.

“Before that,” he reached out, wrapped his giant hand around your throat, and drew you in close, tightening his ritual noose until you gulped and wheezed, “You wounded me in battle.”

You could feel the delicate bones bowing to his snapping grip, and you clawed at his arm.  Surely, Ren’s patience had run out. You had done all of those things and more.  

Just today, you had denied him the feel of your mouth, your body, and you shouted at him, challenged him, in front of the Knights of Ren, his troupe.  Animosity had so clouded your judgment that you’d shucked off every bit of common sense and self-preservation.

You could not possibly be more stupid.

“Shall I go back farther than the last three fucking days, puppet?”

You paled, remembering that he’d caught you trying to escape the day before that, and shook your head in defeat.  His fingernails cut into the tender flesh of your neck, and you whimpered, standing onto your toes in a vain attempt to lessen his grip.  Your lips drew into a tight line, and you closed your eyes, surrendering to whatever punishment he would inflict.

Maybe you did deserve it.

Ren shoved you away, and you collapsed into a pitiable heap on the dirty floor.  Tears sprang to your eyes because the internal conflict was never going to end. You were flooded with shame that he was disappointed in you and fuming that you fucking cared to begin with.  This contention inside your own body was becoming unbearable, and you were so incredibly tired. 

It was all too much.

Snoke surely wanted your head, and Ren would have no choice but to deliver you to the slaughter.  Just days ago, you had been ready to die, but that had been for Ren, not Snoke. Your lips would hardly work, the emotion bubbling over and shunting your idiotic bravery.

Kylo, I can’t do this anymore….

He looked down at you, eyes dark and haunted; and even though you knew he was incapable of feeling or compassion, you lifted pleading eyes to his.  There truly was no going back, and the way forward had just been shut to you. Snoke would hunt you. He would send the Knights of Ren, and their Master, to hunt you.

You only needed a day's headstart.  Just long enough to find a tall cliff or a blaster.

Could you convince him? 

“Please, Kylo,” your voice quaked, “Please, let me go.  Or make all of this go away.”

But what you were begging for was for him to make you go away.  To end this seemingly ceaseless back-and-forth between acceptance and survival. Your torso punched low to the ground, and you erupted into broken, wretched sobs.

“I just can’t.”  You whispered as he crouched down silently and lifted your face.  You shook your head from his touch. 

“This isn’t me,” you rallied and shouted, “You’ve taken everything! There isn’t anything else. Just let me go. Let me go or kill me.”

There was something else, another possibility dancing just beyond your trepidation.  You knew that he saw it, but you still weren’t ready to take that leap, to let the beast out of the mirror and allow her to consume you, to burn away the parts of you that weren’t his.  

Ren’s strong arms gathered you up, caging your shuddering sorrow and caressing your neck while you cried.  He smoothed down your hair and rubbed the length of your back, murmuring into your pulse that you needed to take a breath and then another and then one more.

His very demeanor was disarming, and you felt the fight ebbing out of every single pore. Resenting the ease with which he placated you, you clenched your fists again and batted at his chest, shifting and pulling away.  Lifting puffy, red eyes, you glared at him, willing there to be more malice in your gaze than there was in your heart.

“No,” your voice was all harsh edges and angst.  “You don’t get to be nice now.” 

You twisted in his arms, kicking at his shins, but he only held you tighter, his arms a vice around your middle.  You sniffled and sobbed and tried to not let your anger die away. You needed it now more than you needed to breathe.  It was the only thing that was yours, the only thing you had left.

“You’re not capable of being nice.  You’re a monster.”

Ren dipped his face to yours and traced the curve of your chin with his lips. When you abandoned your bitter tirade, he slid long fingers up the column of your throat and squeezed, the way you’d asked him to yesterday.  He turned your face so you had to look up at him with your shining, crestfallen eyes.

“Dammit, Kylo,” your lips trembled, the false voice he'd given you cracking with feeling, “I need you to be a monster.”

“Stop,” Ren shushed you, lifting his hand to your mouth and sliding his thumb in to hook at your teeth.  

The gesture, unique to you and he in all the Galaxy, silenced you, and he held tight to your throat as though to punctuate the notion that, in this moment, there was only you and him. 

You sniffled and pushed against his broad shoulders, but he didn’t chastise you further. He tugged you in by the jaw and nudged his nose through your tears.

“The Supreme Leader isn’t coming for you,” he crooned against your temple, "I killed him for daring to take what is mine." 

Your whole body went rigid at his admission, and you blinked, too shocked to speak. He stroked your hip soothingly, but you felt strung too tight. This knowledge should have eased you, but something was settling in your mind that you hadn’t considered before.  

Kylo Ren would never let you go.

Because he couldn’t.

“I will not make this go away,” he cupped your cheek and dipped his face down to press a kiss to the thumping heartbeat under his thumb. “You were made to suffer for me."

You sucked in a pained breath, caught between a gasp and a sob.  The kernel of realization was spreading, growing by the second, and you were drowning, keening, lost to the implications of it. It raised your panic and your longing at the same time and shot through your body like lightning. 

"You want me to break you, puppet."

He clutched at your back, obscuring all the world around him and folding you into his darkness. 

"Almost as much as I want to break you." 

There it was.

Ren came alive when he was hurting you. He spread out into the universe like it was meant for him, just waiting for him to conquer the very stars.  But only when you were bleeding and crying at his feet.  

This was not the same man you first met a week ago. Gone was the unconquerable rage and tantrum, the explosion of too much turmoil. Gone, too, was the leash that held Ren's potential in check.

The man before you was calculatingly cruel with clear intent. His viciousness was purposeful, and he existed without boundaries, without limitations. He had entirely cast off all inhibition and conscience.

Kylo Ren was now the most skilled, destructive, horrible weapon in the Galaxy. 

And you were his whetstone. 

“The next time I hurt you,” he licked at your earlobe and whispered, “It will be because you begged me for it."

The gavel crashed down, and all you could hear was the rushing of your blood.  He’d cemented it, practically carved it into your skin.  

He would chase you into oblivion because you were the only thing that made him feel alive. This whirlwind of terror and feeling you existed in together was the only thing that ignited fire in him.

And you would let him.

You would worship your Child God in any and every bloody way he wanted because he was the only thing that made you feel alive.

It was only a matter of time.

You dissolved into tears all over again, collapsing against all of his unyielding and letting him wrap you up into that otherworldly embrace.  He tucked you against his heart, rocking you from side to side and soothing you with his steady pulse. He pressed his lips into your temple and murmured there that you were so pretty when you cried.

You couldn’t stop the sobbing now for anything, so complete was your heartbreak. 

You mourned blue and purple skies, pink-tinted sunrises, and twinkling sunsets; rushing, clean water and a rainbow of flowers; the frenetic disarray of the workshop and the tools you had been collecting for years that you would never see again. You lamented that you would likely never again be able to set yourself to a task, to fixing a broken thing, and see it finished and made whole.

You would only ever be the broken thing.

Most of all, you grieved for yourself. Because you knew that you would relent.  You would give him what he wanted because the part of you straining to belong to him was expanding by the hour.  Soon, she would be strong enough, and your freedom would be gone. You would let him defile you day after day.

“You will ask me,” he instructed, tipping your face up to taste your tears on a kiss, “and I will drown you in the clearest water I can find.”

You whimpered against his mouth and curled fingers into his dark tresses. He chased the sound away with a nip to your lower lip, licking at the quiver. He purred at you like a lover, and you wondered if this was pillowtalk for a man whose base language was violence.

“I will make you bleed on forest floors, and I will listen to your screams echo off of mountains.”

His warm breath mingled with yours, lips barely touching, as he coaxed the tip of your tongue up to touch his before canting your head to one side and kissing you so deep you forgot to breathe. He licked at your teeth and sucked on your tongue.

“And I will fuck you so hard the only name you remember is mine,” his voice was lower, all gravel and demand and lust. 

“You just have to ask me, puppet.”

Teeming with uneasy arousal, your body flushed in response to his words, to the conviction with which he said them. You lifted onto your toes to better receive his kisses, and he hummed in satisfaction against your mouth.  

It was as though he had promised you moonlight, paradise, babies, and your heart responded to each threat as though they were professions of love. He knew your fears and was trying to assuage them, to paint you a pretty picture so you would give in to him. 

You knew this wasn’t love.  Neither of you were capable of such a fanciful notion.  This was obsession, and it would likely be just as fleeting. But it would be absolute.

“Stop crying,” he said into your neck, molding the length of your body to his.

Ren slid your limbs around his body in that familiar way, and you squeezed at his sides when he lifted you. You buried your face into his neck, shaking silently and trying to obey, to get yourself collected.  

The war inside of you wasn’t over, and you hadn’t gained any ground today.  But you understood the battlefield better than you ever had before.

Crawling into the little bed with you, he shifted you so that you were lying beside him, your tight, anxious back pressed into his calm, steady torso. He slid an arm around your rib cage, tucked his hot hand in at your breast, and snuggled his erection between your buttocks.

You clutched at his arm, sniffling and fighting adrenaline tremors. 

Ren nuzzled the back of your neck, and you marveled at how today was so much different than yesterday.  You’d just begged this man, this monster, to end your life, to rise up to his reputation. Instead, he had weaponized kindness and thrown you entirely off kilter, to the point where you were entertaining his offers to persecute you throughout the Galaxy.

“Sleep,” he commanded, his voice almost gentle. “We’ll be there by morning.”

#kylo ren #kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #puer deus

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Panjo - The the kids club that couldn’t

Off the hume highway, on the corner of a bustling main road through the industrial area of Minto, sits an inconspicuous building, blended in with its surroundings, you wouldn’t think anything of it.

Not my photo - but a pretty cool aerial shot of the building

General swimming/lap pool

It’s not until you take a closer look, that you realise its not a share office in need of some TLC, or a logistics depot thats had its run with the local graffiti gang - no in fact it is the once dream of Anthony Panzarino, a budding developer with dreams of creating, in his own words, a “Destination centre 4 children”

Construction on the 8 storey building started in 2007 with plans of opening an ice skating rink, swimming pool, child care centre, medical centre, theatre, spa, putt putt golf and pizza, a 50s style diner and much more.

The “learn to swim” pool, now filled with drink cups from the neighboring ice skating kiosk.

However works came to a grinding halt shortly after, when the GFC hit and the bank funding the project (St. George Bank) cut its ties, and its money. The building sat lifeless until 2009, when renewed interest - and funding came from said bank, and construction recommenced.

Building entry foyer - to the right is entry to the skating rink, behind, the spa.

But again, with a slew of set backs and funding issues, the developers went into receivership in 2011, unable to pay back the $45 million they had borrowed to develop Panjo. The property was put onto the market in order to recoup costs, and sold for a measly $7.7 million in 2013.

Inside the glass elevator carriage

With the city mayor eager to see something done with the 26,869sq m eyesore, he approved a building permit in 2014 to see new developers, Consortium Grange Road Properties, breather new life into the complex, with 139 serviced apartments, a child care centre, and office space for hire.

Looking up the four carriage glass elevator unit - all four carriages are waiting for you on the top floor!

In a strange turn of invents, the permit sat unclaimed, with no work started or finished on the site, and the property once again placed on the market in 2017.

There has been no word as to what will happen to the building, now affectionately known as “Panjo”, but as time passes, the derelict building has become haven to vandals, graffiti artists, metal scrappers and squatters.

Glass elevator shaft from the 6th floor.. Sorry this is my last elevator photo, they were just so cool!

The two basement levels are your standard run of the mill car park. The lower level is a little flooded, but nothing too hectic. The first floor to the sixth are also quite repetitive - its uncertain if these levels have been gutted by a demolition crew, or scrappers, but each of these levels have piles of destroyed building elements sorted by material.

The state of the first to sixth levels - its hard to tell what has been torn down, and what was never finished!

But really, its the ground level that makes this whole explore worth it.

It’s like walking through a real life time capsule. Ice skating boots for the ice skating rink were still in boxes, hair colour swatches for the spa laid over the floor, care instruction stickers not yet peeled from the bathroom equipment. Even the launch day gift bags will still in their original delivery boxes.

Large props sit in the now abandoned ice skating rink - unfortunately the ice melted by the time I got there!

What sucks the most, is that because there was no natural light to the space, everything was pitch black - making it really hard to take photos and really accentuate on these amazing features - also, my camera died half way through the explore, bummer!

Inside the “theatre”. I’m still unsure if this was meant to be a movie theatre or a stage theatre as there was going to be a “Performing Arts” centre at one point in the initial design concept.

I was also quite amazed with how intact the building still was. With the amount of glass used to feature the entry, as well as the apparent fire that had broken out on the 5th floor, the building was surprisingly weather tight. As my architecture friends would say, the structure has “good bones” making it perfect for redevelopment.

View out of the large glass pillar at the front of the building, with surprisingly all the glass still intact!

In saying that though, while the idea surrounding the property’s initial existance was pretty darn cool, and really appealed to my inner 12 year old child, it was fairly easy to see how a business like this probably wouldnt work for the area.

The kiosk to the putt putt golf area

Given the heavy industrial area surrounding the property, I could not see many of its feautures being heavily utilized. Sure, the child care centre aspect would have been a great convenience for the working families with jobs in the area, but the rest of the feautres such as pools, ice skating, putt putt, theatre, spa and diner, would probably only see “seasonal” attraction - working families stuck with kids for the school holidays could use it as a dumping ground for their offspring, but beyond that, who else would really go out of their way for it?

All in all, This explore was certainly one of my most favorite explores. I will certainly be trying to gain access again with a little more camera battery next time!

Bonus video! What everything looked like during the building process. A few of the filmed features match up to some of my photos!

#urbex #urbandecay #urbanexploration #urbexworld #urbexpeople #minto #campbelltown #nsw #new south wales #australia #abandoned #abandonedplaces #abandoned australia #abandonedporn #photography #nikon #panjo #kids #club #ice skating #swimming #pool #glass #elevator #Sydney history #history

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Magical Girl Ore - Episode 01

Hey.

Hey, friends.

Guess what.

I lied.

It’s Magical Girl Ore, episode 01! Here we GO!

-We begin, on Earth. A place full of demons running rampant. Yet Earth is defended, fought for, by magical girls!

-Cut in on a bubbly Saki with a cute mascot, racing off into the distance to fight demons…She comes down hard, to face a reptilian beast full of malice and fury! She leaps high into the air, but is blasted hard, slammed into the ground…And her arm she blocked with has lost all color! That might be easier for the colorists, but it’s bad for her! If that thing hits her again…

-And she watches as the next beam saps the green from the grass, the warm hues from the buildings, even the glory of the sunset is turned to ashen grey. It’s so bad that the few remaining colors band together in a “Color Broadcast” swatch! This is bad! If the whole show turns black and white, young viewers with no sense of history will think something is wrong with the broadcast and will call in to complain! They’ll get cancelled for causing the networks trouble, and will have to burn off the timeslot with stock footage of nice boats! Do you want to fall to that fate?!

-NO! Saki only has one option…The forbidden technique! Come forth, staff of magic! Rainbow Miracle Super Delicious Pretty Hyper Rainbow ATTACK! The spectrum cuts through this lizard like butter through a hot knife, and just as the knife falls against butter’s grim might, so too does the demon! An overwhelmingly powerful attack, its secret lies in being able to be animated solely by the underpaid computer FX team, not the actually respected key animators… It might be cheap, but it’s powerful…

-And then the kickback drops Saki flat on the ground…As finally appears, the noble gentleman of love, who protects injured magical girls…Peach Prince! He scoops her up in his arms, returned from his faraway kingdom to protect her noble heart from the wearies of battle…Oh, if only she could stay in his arms a bit longer…

-And if only he’d quit making alarm clock noises.

-Because Saki awakens to discover that morning kind of sucks when you were almost there. This is hell.

-Opening! Hope you like muscles, friends, because this magical girl anime is packed to the gills with them. Big, powerful muscles worthy of the sternest bara.

-Episode 01: Magical Girl - Transform

-So the real, not-dream Saki sprints down the stairs having slept way the hell in, and why didn’t her mother wake her up?! She tried multiple times, but you were in deep, kiddo. If you hadn’t been mumbling in your sleep she would’ve thought you’d died. But Saki is desperately late and has to GO GO GO! No time for breakfast! No time for breakfast? Then you need this.

-Saki is off in a flash, as Saki’s mother remembers that she was about that age when she…

-So Saki has…

-…

-That is not mouth toast.

-That is not mouth toast at all. That is a plate of pancakes piled high with whipped cream and fruits that she is gobbling up while she sprints.

-To work! Where Saki is doing an idol appearance in front of an electronics store with her partner. Also, I’m gonna tell you now, she can’t sing. Like, she is not keeping to the tune at all, she’s just kind of rhythmically talking. Her partner actually has some talent, and Saki is clearly working hard, but she has hard work to do…

-And here’s the worst part. Their efforts, done on a cheap karaoke boombox and a slapdash stage made of wooden pallets, has literally zero interested watchers. Manager…Did they institute martial law? Did a serial killer come through this area? Is there a zombie virus? Nope, you’re just that unpopular. And Saki quietly realizes she’s going to be stuck with another box of her own unsold merch…While her partner, Mikage Sakuyo, turns to the TV showing an actual popular idol group. Star Prince, as helmed by her older brother…

-Who’s a bit quiet and off in his own world, until his own appearance on the talk show kicks on, and then it’s like a switch flips as his singing starts. Also, subtitled songs! A precious and rare commodity in this, the age of machine gun subs. And Sakuya is rather in the shadow of her brother Mohiro…And Saki wants to bone him. She’s kind of stalked him since she was a little girl. And her whole dream of being an idol is to be closer to Mohiro. She does not have the purest of motives. But that kind of love could motivate you! Just, you know, no romance. Or pregnancies.

-MANAGER SHUT UP. And Sakuyo takes Saki’s hand, and they will surpass her brother…Together.

-Later that day, Saki is finally headed off…When she gets to her house, and finds an incredibly tough, vicious looking yakuza thug trying to kick down her gate! Oh god. Oh god what’s happening. And when he spots her, she immediately finds herself confronted, as manager and Sakuyo hide! And Saki gets dragged into her home by this yakuza thug…Who demands she call her mom in here right now.

-And out comes her mom, who never thought she’d be seeing Ko-san again…And he knows Sayo personally enough to call her Sayo-chin. Wait…Wait…Was her mom in with…Is this her…

-What was your relationship, exactly…? Oh god oh god…

-The truth is, dear, your mother…Was once a magical girl.

-Ehhhhhhhhhhh

-You broke Saki. You broke her so bad she turned into a sketch.

-One Uno Sayori, once was a magical girl! She got scouted by Ko-san in middle school. She spent a long time as a magical girl, keeping it secret…And Ko was her mascot! Here’s his card. His full name is Kokoro-chan. He’s even got a cute speech tic, dammit!

-But you see, Sayori eventually had to wind down…And she’s retired after last month, when she threw out her back. Not even magical girls can fight father time. She’s done, Ko-san.

-The problem is, without Sayori, they have nobody to protect this area…And it’s still got threats…And then Ko-san gets an idea. …Hey you. The kid. Got any crushes on anyone? W-W-What?! Well, um, she IS a teenage girl…How old are you? F-Fifteen…Just barely under the limit. Come on, make a contract with him! Saki looks to her mother for support…

-But Sayori thinks this is a great plan and means she can retire without regrets! Take over for your mom, dear! SAKI DOES NOT WANT IN ON THIS.

-You know, you’ll be stacked as hell, and built where it counts! …You have her attention. Okay, time to get started! Wait, wait—

-Here, sign this contract. Damn, just straight up mercenary. So let’s pause and see…You agree to obey the rules of the magical world and see justice through. To never abuse magic for personal gain. To not reveal your true identity. (Certain exceptions allowed.) And to not complain about the physical and emotional damage of the job.

-All laid out and clear, so everyone knows what’s on the table. S-So, she’ll be fighting demons? …Nah, most days you’re just making delinquents clear out, shit like that. It’s easy work—Hold on, he’s getting a text.

-Oh.

-Demon.

-But hey, take a look at the horrible thing you’ll be fighting! This hair-raising form!

-Ko-san that is a teddy bear. Wait she’s fighting cute mascots for a yakuza thug?! That’s just camouflage! They get JACKED when it’s time to battle! And only a magical girl’s power can stop them! Wait, this is a livestream…

-And Mohiro is there?! Cuddling up to these demons?!!! OH GOD HE’S GONNA BE STOLEN AWAY! Where’s the fight?! She’s gotta save him!!! Saki sprints off, as Sayori can only ask Kokoro to do right by her daughter…

-And Saki makes it, in time to see incredibly buff teddy bears carrying away the stoic Mohiro! This is bad. Also Ko-san finally makes it. Wait, that’s an open portal! They’ve got to stop them! And there’s a whole bunch…HOW DOES SHE BEAT THEM?! TELL HER, KO-SAN! She’s shaking a yakuza thug by the lapels, this would be such a bad plan any other time…

-But when it unlocks her love power, and even he’s stunned by its intensity…All you have to do is confess! Shout your love to the heavens, Saki, and its power will engulf you! Quit blushing like a virgin bride, and go save the man you love! SHOUT THAT NAME, kiddo! Do it!!!

-A thousand memories play in her mind…And she admits…She, loves Mikage Mohirooooo!

-And power floods her body, surges forth, turning to muscle! Rippling, powerful muscle! The strength of a god imbues her form, as all becomes light…And when that light clears…Power overwhelming stands between Mohiro and these demons! Saki is now in the body of a six+ foot tall man, and is incredibly confused.

-Okay PAUSE! Now that that ball’s finally dropped, we’ve got to talk pronoun policy on this show. All pronouns will be handled based on internal self-identification. So long as Saki continues to consider herself a fair and sweet maiden, she will continue to be referred to with she/her pronouns. For clarity of physical form, however, until such time as formal hero titles are revealed, we will be using Japanese honorifics! So Saki-chan as she is now in this moment, is Saki-kun, and she is definitely built in all the important places as Ko-san promised her! Cool? Cool. Moving on!

-Saki-kun is so confused.

-Credits! Well shit.

Sometimes I ask what I’ve gotten myself into. But let’s be real, I knew this was gonna be crazy town from the moment I hit play. We’ll just have to see if Saki-kun can save her beloved with this magical girl power, next time in episode TWO of Magical Girl Ore! Wait for it!

#where I watch #recap #anime #magical girl ore

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Author: b0blegum

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader (teacher AU)

Rating: R

Genre: s m u t, like smutty smut.

Status: PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | END

a/n Shit, i’ve never written a chaptered fic in one night, but look what i’m doing here? I have finished writing all parts! This actually meant to be posted yesterday as a celebration for Changkyun’s birthday though, but whatever. Hope you enjoy this smutty fic for our kinky maknae.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WEIRDEST GENIUS MAKNAE, IM CHANGKYUN XO

18+ THINGS GOT HEATED HERE I WARNED YOU. AGAIN.

“Would the children like this?” You looked at your own reflection. Turning around to see yourself in a black cat onesie.

It was your one and only costume you had left from halloween last year. You’re never a big fan of halloween either, so you always wore just a simple costume, like this one. A onesie.

You gave a last touch to your face, swatching a soft pink lipstick on your lips and grabbing your purse.

“Wow, hold on.” You heard Minhyuk called you from the kitchen as he picked out the left over he had from last night’s take out.

“If you just want to roast me, fuck off. I am almost late.” You ignored him, walked to the front door.

“No, (y/n). Chill. Why are you so emotional 24/7? Are you on your period?” He chuckled.

“Then what were you gonna say?” You looked at him.

“Why are you wearing that? It’s not even halloween yet.”

“It’s costume day at school, Minhyuk. Everyone has to wear something.” You pointed to your onesie. “And i’m wearing this.”

“A cat. A black cat.” He nodded.

“Do you think the kids would like this costume?”

“Well. Kids love bright colors. Black, meh,” Minhyuk tilted his head. “I don’t think so.”

You stomped at the floor. “Then what should i do?” You whined. Minhyuk pointed at you and flattened his lips.

“You wore something princess-y for halloween two years ago.” He walked to your bedroom. “I think you should wear that. What was that? Alice?”

“Yes, Alice, but i don’t think i still have it here.” You followed him entering your own room. He began looking for it in your closet, in the box where you stored winter clothes and everywhere else he thought where you’d store it.

“There you go!” He squatted up with a blue and white dress already in his hand after a while of wild searching.

“Jeez, i didn’t even know it’s there.” You took the dress from him.

“Wear it.” He walked to your bed and sat at the edge of it. You quickly undressed and put on the thighs before wearing the Alice in the Wonderland dress.

It was quiet tight for you, remembering you wore it two years ago last time.

“Will you help me with the zipper?” You turned around with your back faced the guy on the bed. In no time his hand began working on the zipper but then you felt he stopped midway. “Hey? Zip it up.” You said.

“O– oh.” He continued. “There you go.” Minhyuk leaned back, supporting himself with his two arms.

“Why are you blushing?” You said after you turned yourself to him as you tied the bow around your stomach.

“N–no. I am not.” He sat up and walked out of your bedroom. “You better be hurry. It’s almost 9.”

You shook your head and smile. “Asshole.”

The school was a bit different today. There were a lot of colorful decorations along the hallway, kids were running in various costumes; animals, princesses, dream jobs and many other costumes their mom probably spent the night to made.

“Look! It’s Alice!” A kid with Ariel the mermaid costume shouted when you walked to your class.

“Hi, princess Ariel!” You turned around to greet her. The girl screamed and jumped in excitement.

“You’re Alice today?” Someone greeted you. This time you were sure, he wasn’t a kid.

Turning around, you saw someone in a suit, complete with a bow tie and a sleek hair do.

“And what are you?” You scanned him from head to toe. “A… prince?” You narrowed your eyes as he walked closer.

“Justin Timberlake.” He put his hand inside his pants pocket before he started walking along with you. You almost laughed at the way he confidently told you who he was today.

“Justin Timberlake?” You asked, holding your giggle.

“Yeah, why? Doesn’t fit me?” He opened his suit jacket, exposing his clothed torso.

“No. You look… cute.”

Somewhere inside you felt relieved. There was no awkwardness between the two of you after that happened. He didn’t text you nor call you, but at least he was still being himself and didn’t avoid you at school.

“You look… sexy.” He winked.

“What? Sexy? This is my halloween costume for two years ago, can’t you see it’s almost worn out?” You looked at your dress.

“Nope. Even if it’s worn out, it still hugs your curves perfectly.” He licked his lower lip.

“We’re at school, Changkyun.” You shook your head as you walked passed him, turning right to your class.

“You know we’re at school, yet you wear that?” He smirked. “Shut up.” You pushed the door and headed in.

“See you around, Alice.” He waved.

“See you around, Mr. Timberlake.”

You finally loosened yourself. You actually faked yourself to being calm in front of Changkyun. Like, how can you calm yourself when he looked so good in that suit? No– not just good, but he looked damn sexy in it. Plus, the way he styled his hair, gosh, he looked even more mature than his age.

“Oh– shit.” You put your purse on the table and began the class.

But… your mind was still on Changkyun. You began to imagine what’s hidden under that suit. What he had under that and how great it’d be if you could help him undress from layers of cloths. How great it’d be to just collided, skin to skin with him.

“Collided?” You snapped out of your thoughts. “What does collided mean, Ms. (y/n)?” Your mouth was ajar, realizing that you must’ve said something in your brain to the whole class.

“Uh–“ you smiled awkwardly. “That’s… oh– kids, i think it’s drawing time!” You cheered, changing the topic, feeling really, really embarrassed by yourself. Hours passed, but he was still in your thoughts. You said goodbye to the class and rushing to the teacher’s lounge to calm yourself. At this time, that room was most likely to be empty, plus, it’s costume day today, teachers would’ve busy preparing for the main event later at 1 PM.

You closed the door behind you and sighed as you leaned on it. Closing your eyes, you shook your head, hoping the dirty thoughts of him fucking you would go away.

“We meet again, (y/n)?”

“Oh– fuck.” Your eyes snapped open. “God, you scared me.”

“What are you doing here? Not helping other teachers?” He asked, sitting up from the couch and put his coffee on the table before he walked to you.

Shit, why is he here! “Uh– no. Why are you here?” What the hell, that was a lame respond.

“Let’s see. What am i doing here?” He tapped his chin and looked up, pretending to think as he kept walking towards you.

He was coming closer. His eyes was soon glued to you. He stretched his arm next to your head while the other was carefully locking the door.

“I’m doing… you.” He smirked, slowly his hand lifted your chin and brought his face closer to you. “What do you think about that, (y/n)?” He whispered, before he gave you a soft peck on your lips.

You could feel blood rushing through your system. Your heartbeats became unstable and your face reddened.

“That…” you stuttered. “Sounds like a good idea.” You smiled, eyes locked on his lips, silently begging for more kiss.

The boy would smirked and began hungrily kissing you.Moans started to slipped out of your mouth between kisses but then he covered your mouth with his hand and sshed you.

“Lower your voice, noona.”

Fuck, he that word again.

Changkyun already had his lips on your jaw. Slowly trailing it down your neck. Sucking it every once in a while and breathed on your skin. You bit your lips as he sucked the skin on your collarbone and when you felt his hand lifted your skirt and caressed the back of your thighs, all the way up until his hand finally cupped your butt and gave it a squeezed.

“Oh–“ you moaned. He kept squeezing your butt as he kissed you, biting your lips. The pleasure he gave you made you forget about everything, including the fact that he already had both of his hands on your butts and squeezed it even rougher before he lifted you up and brought you to the couch at the corner of the room.

He’d bumped you down rather roughly that you made an ouch sound when your head hit the couch. He didn’t even say sorry for that, instead, he began lifting your skirt and pulling off your tights.

“I hate this thing.” He threw it away and in no time, he already had his fingers on your clothed fold. Rubbing it gently as he had other hand squeezing your breast. “You’re wet already?” He smirked, pressing your fold, sending you to a sinful sensation that made you let out another moan.

He pulled aside the fabric and rubbed your now bare folds. He’d rubbed it painfully slow, up and down, teasing you by circling your clit with the tip of his finger.

“Changky–“ you moaned his name, hands grabbing his hair.

“What, noona?”

“Eat me.”

The boy did exactly as he said. He started licking your folds, circling your clit with it and pressed your opening.

“Fuck. Don’t–“ you moaned. “Stop.”

He sucked your clit and bit if softly. “You like it, noona?”

“Fuck, you’re good.” You arched your body up. One hand squeezing the couch. Changkyun began to put his finger in you as he kept licking your clit. You let out a groaned at the sensation he gave you. After awhile, he put another finger, curved them up to touch the place you’d never reached before.

“Fuck.” You moaned as he thrusted his finger faster and deeper. He’d kiss you back and explored your mouth with his tongue while you had your finger rubbing your clit. “Fuck, i’m– i’m close,” you bit his lip.

“You want to come now, noona?”

Nodding, you shut your eyes as you felt the orgasm was coming closer, but slowly, you felt the thrusting became weaker.

“Not that fast,” he took his fingers out. He broke the kisses and sat straight, started to unbuttoning his shirt.

“Fuck you.” You caught your own breath and sat straight up. You pushed him down so now he’s at the bottom. “How dare you tease me, baby boy?”

“Noo–na,” he startled at your action. He was always the one who leads, never had he thought you’d take the lead.

You kissed him hard as you helped him unbuttoning his shirt and took it off. “Nice packs.” You smirked as you traced his bare skin with your fingers down to his waist. He’d moaned at the feeling of your nails on his skin.

“Oh, you’re hard too.” You commented as you felt the bulge under the black fabric. You gave it a squeezed that sent the boy to let out a groaned. “Noona,” he called.

Slowly, you unzipped his pants and pulled it down. You began to rub his clothed member. “What do you want me baby boy?” You asked, squeezing his member one more time.

“Noona, suck me.” He moaned. You smiled at his request.

You pulled off his briefs and his member immediately sprung, touching his torso, showing you off the full length.

You grabbed his length and wrapped it with your hand, giving it a good rub before finally putting the tip inside your mouth after licking it few times as you pumped it with your hand.

It was bigger than you thought it was when it’s inside your mouth. You almost out of breath everytime it’s inside you that you have to pulled it out before you sucked it back in.

“Noona, you’re–“ he whined. “So good, please,”

“Please what, baby boy?” You licked the top of his length. “Please don’t stop, Noona.” He moaned.

You kept pumping him, doing everything you could recall from that time when you did all these things to Minhyuk. Yeah– those dark days.

Changkyun would groaned and moaned at the sexual tension you gave him and you’d feel proud at yourself remembering this was your first actual blowjob. “Noona,” he called out. “I’m,” he moaned out. “I’m close.”

“You want to come now, baby boy?” You smirked.

“Please, noona.” You smirked and pumped him harder, faster, enough to made him groaned louder until he finally released all the thick substance, squirting it all over your face.

You’d licked some of it, still getting familiar with the taste.

He groaned as he help you pumping himself, squirting out the substance he still had left. “Fuck, you’re good, noona.” He bit his lip.

“I’m surprised at myself. That was actually my first time.” You confessed. The boy looked at you, confused before he grabbed something from his pants pocket.

You heard something was being ripped.

“First time?” He sat up, rolling up condom on his length before he began to pushed you down again as he tried to unzipped your dress and pulled it down to your stomach.

“I’m…” you slightly looked down, panicked as he rubbed his member on your folds. Your nails were raking the skin of his arm.

“Noona, what’s wrong?” He noticed you’re weird behaviour and stop what he was doing.

“I… this, what we are doing…” you bit your lip. “Is my first time.” You confessed. “You…” the boy’s eyes widened. “Noona, are you…”

“I am a virgin, Changkyun.” You finally said it.

There was a silence between you two for seconds.

“I’m… i’m sorry,” he shook his head as he pulled him further from you, but you pulled him quickly back into you.

“Don’t feel sorry. What’s there to be sorry?” You rolled your eyes.

“But, noona, you’re…”

“Come on, i’ve been wanting to do this.” You kissed his lips.

“Are you… serious? I mean, if you’re not ready–“

“I wanna feel you inside me, Changkyun.”

He groaned before he really sandwiched you, kissing you hungrily like the first time. He lifted up your legs, bringing them close to your chin.

“You’re ready?” He asked, pulling off from the kiss. You nodded as he kept rubbing your core and already gave a pressure on your opening.

He pushed his length slowly, gently as he observed your reaction. Your eyes were shut tight and he saw you biting your lower lip, taking the pain.

“Tell me if it’s too painful for you,” he kissed you as he caress your hair, calming you.

It was weird for you, having actually something inside your body. It did feel painful at first, the friction, the way his dick stretched the flesh, you just wanted to scream, but the boy shut you up by giving you a gentle kiss and caressing your forehead.

Slowly, the pain went away, switching into the new sensation you were feeling. It felt like butterfly was filling your stomach. It’s tickling, yet… pleasuring.

“It’s alright?” He asked, probably feeling worried the whole time since he filled you.

“It… feels so good.” You turned your head to your side as you savor every thrusts.

He brushed his lips against your neck. “Glad i make you feel good.” He whispered.

Once you were settled with this new feeling, you moved your hips along, following his pace. It did feel hurt, a little bit, but the pleasure was so much more than that, that you just want him thrusting even faster and deeper.

He looked like he understand what you want, looking at you bucking your hips up as if you were looking for something. He thrusted you faster, sloppily, but enough to make you felt like flying.

“Fuck, i’m not gonna last long.” He groaned, whispering you in his deep voice.

“Just–“ you moaned, taking his thrusts. “Let go.” And just then, Changkyun’s body fell on you, pressing you as he had his head fell on the crook of your neck. He groaned as he released into a condom. He was still thrusting you, but this time it was slower yet so deep that you were pushed slightly.

You moaned at the feeling of something warm inside you before the boy finally stopped thrusting and pulled his member out, gently and took off his condom.

Before you could even say something, he already got your legs positioned above him. “Now it’s your turn.” He smiled and separated your legs, placing his head between them and began licking your clit.

Your back arched at the feeling. Moaning, you squeezed the couch. He then added fingers inside you and pumped you. You felt yourself getting close, so close that you didn’t realised your legs were starting to tremble and your thighs clenched around his head.

“Chang— yun,” you moaned his name as you felt the orgasm was finally coming. Your eyes rolled back and your back was arched. He kept pumping you with his fingers for awhile to get you through it before he pulled his fingers and climbed up to your lips. Planting kisses while your body still trembled with lower intensity.

“Did you make a right decision to pop your cherry with me?” He smirked after you finally back from your explosive orgasm.

“That was amazing.” You smiled.

“I know that was.” He raised his eyebrow. “But it would be even more amazing if we do it next time as a boyfriend and a girlfriend.”

You narrowed your eyes for a mere second before you rolled your eyes, finally got what he meant. “That was smooth as fuck, baby boy.”

“So, will you be my girlfriend, noona?”

Without saying a word, you pulled him into a gentle kiss.

END.

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Fashion and Beauty Questions

(1/26/19) I’m really excited about this one!  I’m such a girl, ha!

Fashion and Beauty

Favorite department store? JC Penney.  I’ve always had great look getting good clothes there.  I’ve found quite a few things at Kohls too, and their clearance prices are amazing!

Favorite place to shop? So many places, I don’t have a favorite.  I love Ulta for makeup--I could spend hours in there swatching all the pretty things.  (Fun fact, I don’t like Sephora as much.  Their items are more expensive and I only have a Sephora inside JC Penney so I haven’t really shopped at an actual store) I also love Penney’s and Kohls for their clothes and overall variety.  I also love Dressbarn for work clothes.  I wish I could buy the whole store because there are so many fashionable, work and age appropriate items.  I also love office max or office depot for their office supplies.  I think it’s the newness that sucks me in.  Brand new planners, notebooks, pens, pencils, etc.  They are so satisfying.  And a good yarn store for my knitting/crocheting hobby.  I love just looking at all of the yarn.  Different colors, different softness, some sparkly, some regular, so many variations, I just love to see what inspires me.

Favorite store in the mall? See above, ha!  All of those stores are in one of the two malls near me. 

Favorite perfume/cologne? A Thousand Wishes by Bath and Body Works.  Hubby is sensitive to scents and it’s the only one we both love!  Favorite cologne on men is any of them.  Hubby can’t wear them so I notice whenever someone wears one. 

Favorite hair color? Brown, actually.  On both men and women (Don’t worry, Bee, dark blonde is acceptable! :))  Fun fact about me, I am not attracted to redheaded men, ha!  Light blonde hair is just too light, I don’t like it. 

Favorite makeup you can't live without?  Ooh, this can go lots of different ways.  Makeup I can’t live without, eyeshadow for sure.  I like being a little creative with it.  If I could only have one makeup item for the rest of my life, though, it would be mascara.  If I wore only any other item (eyeshadow, foundation, lipstick, blush, etc), in my opinion it would look off and unfinished.  Mascara brings out the eyes, but it doesn’t look weird without anything else.

Favorite shoes?  I’m not a shoe person, actually.  I’m going with tennis shoes.  I can work out in them and wear them anywhere.  Well, except work, but I’m still going tennis shoes.

Favorite occasion to dress up for?  Any of them.  I’m very much a homebody so anytime I actually go somewhere I end up dressing up a little.  I do enjoy a good company party or night with friends, though.

Favorite hairstyle? um...whatever is easiest?  I like layers in my hair.  It gives it a little volume, but I don’t have to “do it” everyday.  It’s pretty easy to maintain.

Favorite outfit you have?  Hmm...this is a tough one.  I have a red dress with black velvet curlicues on it I got at dressbarn.  I bought it around Christmas time because it’s literally the perfect Christmas dress!  It’s super flattering, high neck, knee length.  You can dress it up or down with heels or flats.  I love it!

Favorite soap scent? I like fresh, clean scents.  Not a huge fan of floral or fruity.  If I’m using soap I want it to smell and feel clean. 

Favorite article of clothing? Dresses or skirts.  They are so feminine.  You can dress them up or down, either way, they always look great.  I wear a dress or skirt to work every day! 

Favorite place for a piercing? Ears, I’m not into piercing other body parts personally. 

Favorite piece of jewelry? Necklace.  It doesn’t get in the way like bracelets do, I don’t have to remember to take it off at the end of the night like earrings, rings are uncomfortable after a while.  Necklaces are just the right accessory for me. 

Favorite thing to wear to bed? Depends on the season.  In winter I wear hubby’s warm flannel pants and shirt.  In summer I wear slips.  In spring and fall I wear a long sleeved satin nightgown. 

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Double star day!

Yes, it was double star day at Starbucks today. I asked my friend if she would like to go to Hobby Lobby and Starbucks.  She actually did!!! Yay!  She went to Starbucks first, so I was drinking my delicious cascara latte in HL. :P  Why did I go to Hobby Lobby?  Well, in one of the bullet journal groups I'm in, someone mentioned that they bought a big pack of Stabilo pens on clearance.  I was hoping our local HL would have them.  They did!!!! I got a set of 25 in a roll case for $7.49!  These are usually $29.99.  It had a bunch of colors that I didn't have as I only have the ten pack. I love the Stabilos and had wanted a bigger pack of them for more variety.  I was so glad to find this deal.  They are so nice and they come in the cool roll up pack.  Easy to take with.  I'll be using them a lot in my bullet journal.  I tend to use my Stabilos more than my Sharpie pens.  I use a black Micron as my main black pen because it's an 08 so the nib is larger.  I like that. I am going to do a pen test page in my bujo even though I know these don't bleed.  It will really be a color swatch page.  I have two pages right at the front of my bujo that I never used.  This will be perfect! ^_^  I am so happy to have found them.  It's cool to have a big set and the included case just makes them even better! It was overcast today before I walked, but I looked at the weather and the sun was supposed to come out while I was walking. It did!   It was sunny for the entire walk.  After I got home, it clouded up aq bit and it even rained a little earier.  I got in my workouts, my French, and my squats.  I swear they are killing me. LOL! After my friend and I got back to her house, I stayed for a while to see her animals.  I had to hold my little Cocoa as I love her so!  She is such a little cutie pie.  Unfortunately, when I got home, I had a lot of dog and cat hairs, I smelled like dog, and I had a small poop stain on my pants! LOL!  The joys of animals. :p  I tossed the pants in the wash and changed into a dog free shirt. :p  As I'm typing this post, I'm charging my Fitbit.  It's life is usually 5 days.  It was only down to 35%, but I knew that if I didn't charge it today, it might get too low tomorrow.  Fitbit says the battery lasts 5 days and they are correct!  It's still doing great and I absolutely love it. I totally meant to get my letters caught up tonight and didn't do any.  I suck! Hopefully tomorrow.  Well... I had planned to get Starbucks AFTER HL and then come home and do letters while sipping Starbucks and that just didn't happen.  Maybe another day.  I'm still very happy about my Stabilos! lol source http://www.anndroidgirl.com/my-blog/2018/06/double-star-day.html

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So I have been really bad about making favorites posts this summer, so I thought I would put together a post of all the products I have been loving the past few months! I have quite a few products so settle in and let’s get started!

Drunk Elephant B-Hydra Intensive Hydration Gel $52.00

You will begin to notice a pattern of serious lightweight hydration in my favorites, and this moisturizing gel has been my go to day to day face product. This gel is very thin, but it packs a seriously hydrating punch. I just need one small pump to keep my skin plump and smooth all day long. This stuff is perfect for my oily skin, it never makes me look greasy or shiny!

Elf Prep & Hydrate Balm $8.00

When I’ve needed a little extra moisture, I have been reaching for this extremely affordable balm stick from Elf. This product is extremely cooling and soothing for the skin, perfect after a long day in the sun! This is one of the only items like this that I’ve tried that actually keeps my skin moisturized for longer than a few minutes. I use this on my cheeks if they are looking a bit red, and underneath my eyes to soothe any puffiness or dark circles I may wake up with.

Elf Beauty Shield SPF 50 Skin Shielding Moisturizer $12.00

Another Elf product I have been loving is this new moisturizer from the Beauty Shield line. This has a very subtle tint so I like to wear it on days when I am not feeling foundation. The coverage is very light and sheer, but it evens everything out and makes me look a bit more put together. The best part about this product though is the SPF! Rarely do you get affordable skincare with SPF 50 in it, and this moisturizer does it perfectly. No white cast or flashback, and it never feels greasy or too heavy.

Milk Makeup Matcha Toner Stick $26.00

I have a difficult relationship with most toners, they tend to dry out my sensitive skin easily. Enter this little stick from Milk. It clears my skin while the matcha soothes any redness or breakouts I may be having. The texture is very smooth and cooling, making it perfect for hot summer days. If I am using a particularly strong cleanser, this balances my skin out if it is feeling stripped. Here is a more in depth review of this product and it’s matching stick cleanser!

Glossier Wowder in Light/Medium $22.00

This has been all over peoples favorites videos, and for good reason. This new powder from Glossier has been my go-to when I am feeling shiny (AKA always) because it keeps me matte without looking caked on or overdone. The packaging is perfect and never messy like all my other loose powders, and the slight tint gives me coverage where I need it. Here is my original post dedicated just to this little beauty.

Pixi Sheer Cheek Gel in Natural $14.00

After spending some time in London, I fell absolutely in love with the Pixi brand. My favorite product I bought is definitely this cheek gel! I love cream and liquid blushes in the summer, and this has been the easiest and most natural looking gel to apply. I just add a few dabs to each cheek and I look flushed and rosy all day long. The shade is very flattering and subtle, and the formula lasts forever on my skin. Here you can find some swatches of this blush and here is a post all about the best way to apply it!

Urban Decay Naked Ultimate Basics Eyeshadow Palette $54.00

I haven’t been wearing much eyeshadow the past few months, but when I have I have always reached for this palette from Urban Decay. Full of every matte shade you could ever need, I think this is such an underrated product! I was never a huge fan of the Naked palettes because I don’t like the glitter formula from UD, but their mattes are perfection! I love dusting two or three of these shades in my crease and outer corner to add some depth to my eyes without needing to put together a whole eye look.

L’Oreal Voluminous Lash Paradise Mascara in Blackest Black $9.99

I’m sure you’re sick of hearing about this mascara, but I would be lying if I said I haven’t been wearing it every day. It really adds length and volume to my short straight lashes, and it never flakes off or smudges underneath my eyes. It holds a nice curl for hours and the brush makes application a breeze. Here is my original post on this product!

Maybelline SuperStay Matte Ink Lip Color in Heroine $9.49

This summer I have been wearing either just chapstick or this bright bold lip. While the formula on this liquid lipstick isn’t my absolute favorite, the color is so stunning I can’t stop wearing it! This never dries down to a full matte, but I kind of like it because it doesn’t dry my lips out. I have loved wearing this paired with just a bit of bronzer and some mascara!

Lavanila The Healthy Deodorant in Pure Vanilla $14.00

I have never been loyal to one deodorant, but this natural one from Lavanila has been my go to on days when I am just relaxing. It isn’t strong enough to wear when working out or anything, but it smells amazing and keeps me from sweating. If you are strictly a natural skin and body product person, give this vanilla number a try!

Kristin Ess Working Texture Loose Styling Powder $10.00

The Kristin Ess line at Target is hands down my new favorite hair care line. I have a whole bunch of products and I will be doing a big post all about them soon, but I needed to mention this hair powder because it has been my savior on days when my hair looks dull and greasy. Just a tiny bit of this powder in my roots sucks up any oil and never leaves a white cast. This is a great affordable alternative to the Bumble & Bumble Pret A Powder.

KL Polish Magic City Nail Polish $8.50

And last but not least, the only color that has been on my nails all summer! I love bright orange reds when I have a bit of a tan, and this polish from Kathleen Light’s KL Polish summer collection is the perfect shade! I love everything about this product, from the easy to use formula to the long lasting, opaque formula. I have been loving the entire summer line, but this color has been my go-to. Here is my original post about the collection with some nail swatches!

Let me know what you have been loving this summer!

Glowingly yours,

Jess

Summer Favorites So I have been really bad about making favorites posts this summer, so I thought I would put together a post of all the products I have been loving the past few months!

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