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under-formaldehyde · 3 months

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this reminded me of Samantha Parkington

#samantha parkington #American girl doll #meet Samantha #Victorian painting

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historicalfictionsims · 1 year

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Two days after their adventure, Samantha tried to meet up with Nellie in the tunnel but her friend didn’t respond to the signal. Instead she found Eddie Ryland, looking smug. He told Samantha that Nellie was sick and was being sent back to the city. She ran to the Ryland’s kitchen, where Nellie was sitting with her belongings at her feet. Nellie assured Samantha that she wasn’t really sick, but she still coughed sometimes and Mrs. Ryland thought that she would become a burden. This worried Samantha. If Nellie went back to the city, she would have to go back to work in the factory, and then she really would become sick. Samantha ran home and found Mrs. Hawkins in the kitchen. She asked the cook to put together some food for the O’Malleys, coming back to the Ryland’s with a full basket, and something extra. Samantha placed Lydia in Nellie’s arms and told her that the doll would be her friend. She stayed with Nellie until the Ryland’s driver arrived.

Uncle Gard and Miss Cornelia came to visit during sewing hour that afternoon, but Samantha didn’t join in the conversation. She’d had it with grownups. They kept taking away the people she cared about and didn’t trust her enough to tell her the truth. Everyone wondered why Samantha was in such a bad mood as she sat, focused intently on her almost-finished sampler. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Samantha told Grandmary that she knew Jessie had a baby, and explained how she and Nellie had gone to find out. Grandmary told her she was wrong to do this, but Samantha boldly countered that Grandmary was wrong to keep the information from her. Grandmary looked to Uncle Gard and Miss Cornelia for help, but they remained silent. After a moment, she admitted that she should have told Samantha the truth. Samantha asked if Jessie could come back to work and bring Nathaniel with her. Grandmary thought about it and decided that if Jessie and Mrs. Hawkins agreed, it would be alright. Embarrassed about being wrong, Grandmary changed the subject and asked Samantha where Lydia was. Samantha lied and said that she'd lost her. Grandmary began to lecture Samantha about having no sense of value, at which point Uncle Gard cut in. He said that there was nothing wrong with Sam’s sense of value. Mrs. Hawkins had told him how Samantha had given the doll to Nellie. Samantha explained how the O’Malleys had so little, and she wanted to know if there was anything they could do to help the family. Grandmary’s face brightened. Samantha was indeed turning into a fine young lady, whose actions spoke louder than words.

#sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #american girl #samantha parkington #1904 #1900s #meet samantha

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roseunspindle · 1 year

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What I Read in November 2022

never could find most of these as a child, so as an adult with money, I shall now read these books. ^_^’ also they are very cute.

re-read, still fun (though not sure why Percy picked on Persephone so much?)

so I begin the trauma again... XD

this was so good, i loved “A Man Called Ove” and this book lived up to that.

ah Ciel and the need for (slightly petty) revenge. Still not sure about someone already ranked an Earl getting to attend the school but...

I’d been reading this online and nearly given up on it, as the translators kept changing as did the quality of translation, then spotted this at walmart and happily snatched it up. ^_^ Looking forward to volume 2

the start of the Tiny Train arc XD

very fun, also kept thinking in all caps while reading this, didn’t know I could... XD

not sure I liked the conclusion to the Fullbring arc? Though Byakuya subtly stanning Ichigo was great.

this is one I had pre-ordered the instant i knew it was coming out. I adore it!

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nolovelingers · 9 months

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NOT TOO CLOSE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ethan landry !!

⋆ ★ you remember the first night you met. the shared lingered feeling of a message you couldn’t quite decipher, something telling you all signs were red and pointing in the opposite direction; away from him. it’s too bad, you always had a thing for pretty boys. — short blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, ghostface!ethan ,, mentions of alcohol ,, first meeting ,, fem!reader ,, swearing

PURPOSELY LOWERCASE 🎧 &&. written on iphone , sorry if the formats funky !

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maybe it was the way the lights were strobing, the haze of the chattering college students lost in their own conversations; the smell of cheep booze and the familiar tinge of marijuana finding its way to your nose and leaving you with a twisted knot in your stomach, the effects of the own alcohol you previously consumed somehow contrasting itself by both numbing half your senses and heightening your other ones.

in the eyes of blackmore university, there was never a holiday too small nor an event too hyped to not celebrate in everyone’s own little way; a halloween party suited for what felt like a small village as you navigated the house packed of both familiar and unfamiliar faces, students laughing and socializing their way through their own buzzes.

not ethan.

clinging onto his roommates side, chad almost wanted to be annoyed by the way ethan couldn’t bare to branch himself off and meet new people but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do so as a feeling often described as pity clouded his intoxicated senses.

“dude, we gotta get you a girlfriend.” chad joked (but not really), feet firmly planting on the ground next to the curly haired boy who leaned himself on the doorframe in front of the stairs; the two observing the party in their own little world.

chad wanted to meet new faces. ethan did not.

ethan rolled his eyes, clutching his red solo cup closer to him as a look contorted on his face that of annoyance and disgust before quickly letting his features fall flat and conjure a forced one, embarrassment.

“if it’s that much of a bother to you, you can go talk to some girls. ill just stay here.” he mumbled, looking like a child who just got rejected from buying a toy from their parent. deep down in the pits of his twisted heart he hoped chad would opt out of leaving, not wanting to appear like a loser as he stood alone and drank his embarrassment away.

“really? thanks bro, i was hoping to score some digits tonight.” chad smiled gratefully, already trying to turn away and leave the second ethan gave him his own sort of permission.

“what?! come on, dont leave me here by myself. i look stupid.” immediately ethan felt his heart drop of the idea being seen standing alone at a party, and no matter how much he had disdain to his so called ‘friends’, no matter how badly he wished nothing more than to see chads face as he plunged a knife sharp enough to cut through metal like cheese through his body; to see the life leaving his eyes and the wound oozing that beautiful crimson red color ethan couldn’t seem to get enough of, the last thing he wanted was to look awkwarder than he already was perceived to be.

“you just said i could go!” the dark-skinned boy argued, turning back around to face the taller brunette who gave him the most panicked look in return.

“yeah, cause i was hoping youd say no!”

“how does that make any sense?! if you didn’t want me to leave, just say that!”

ethans face turned into a bit of a pouting look as he silently pleaded for the martin boy to stay by his side.

“look, why don’t you just come with me? i don’t understand what you’re so freaked out about.” chad bargained with ethan who in turn immediately shook his head, planting his feet in the position they were in.

“nope, no way. girls are scary!” ethan spoke in a whiny tone, pausing for a moment before bringing his cup up to his lips and taking a swing of the hard hitting beverage, a stinging in his throat lasting for about a minute as he continued conversing with chad.

“and that’s exactly why you’ve never had a girlfriend.” the shorter boy witted back, causing ethans face to quickly form into what looked to be shock and hurt masking the actual feeling of anger he felt. joke or not, ethan was actually a very hot tempered boy who could get offended quite easily; not that anyone knew that.

the martin boy sighed and decided to rest a reassuring hand on the brown eyed boys shoulder, observing his face which was slightly shaded from the cardboard robot helmet he was wearing, probably another reason ethan was hardly getting any female attention. his costume.

“listen man, stand here and mope all you want, the whole part of a party is to meet people and have fun. i get your shy and you got that whole loner gimmick going on but i don’t want that to stop me from getting my chad on! ill be back here to meet up with you in an hour, maybe try meeting someone new, doesnt even have to be a girl at this point. just.. try, okay?”

chad offered ethan a sympathetic look which only made ethan cringe more before he removed his hand from his shoulder and took off to a group of dancing girls, smoothly sliding in and sparking up conversation almost immediately. how ethan envied that.

letting out an internal (and slightly external) groan, ethan brought his cup up to his lips once again and finished the rest of his drink, keeping his eyes trained on chad who was already talking and laughing with a group of students; entirely girls, that ethan shared a class with.

for almost a minute he didn’t move, suffering in silence and shooting a death glare at chad hidden under the dim lighting of the house. honestly? ethan couldn’t wait to kill him.

he felt isolated. watching everyone mingle and dance with their friends, lovers, and even strangers. he had no other solution than to to drink away his embarrassment, he thought, as he turned around to make his way to the kitchen where the alcohol was, taking one step forward and immediately running into someone shorter than him; their own drink splashing all over the both of them, wetting his cardboard chest piece and their outfit too.

“ah shit- fuck, im sorry about that, seriously.” he’s met with a small voice, not quiet but not extremely loud, gentle enough so that if you want to be able to hear it properly you’d have to tune the blasting music out and focus entirely on them.

jesus fucking christ, give me a break already! ethan thought to himself, annoyance brimming through his entire body as he glanced to the now darker and wet spots of his cardboard chestpiece before finally looking down and at the person who bumped into him, a girl.

“accidents happen, don’t worry about it.” he forced out, trying for the death of him not to want to reach out and strangle you right there; his face was met with an awkward half smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. despite his anger, he was able to take the time to notice that your face wasn’t half-bad to look at.

he continued to stare at you for a moment, waiting for you to say something, maybe to apologize again? to stumble out some stupid excuse? pathetically flirt? well, not that he’d really mind that last part if he was being honest. he liked the idea of having a girl liking him, but he was terrible at initiating anything.

“you all good? you’re not gonna malfunction on me or anything?” you joked, the both of you internally cringing just a bit at the awkwardness but it seemed to calm ethan from his current state of mind as he met you with furrowed eyebrows and a unsure smile.

“oh, the costume.” he spoke, mostly to himself, while scratching the back of his head. “think ill be good.”

you nod, the fainted tinge of pink lighting up your cheeks and ethan studies you for a moment longer.

“are you new? i haven’t seen you on campus before.” curiously, the brunette boy watches your face for a reaction, taking note of your every move while under his watch.

“sorta. i mean, if you consider three months to be new. i transferred here a while ago, it’s always been my dream to move to new york so once i saved up some money i chased my dreams.” you explain, and ethan nods, finally allowing a boyish smile to consume his features. for the most part it was forced, continuing to hold up his friendly image.

he doesn’t have to reply before you hop to the next subject, this time you’re asking the question.

“aren’t you chads roommate?”

“yeah, im ethan. ethan landry. nice to meet you..?” he holds his hand out for a handshake, trailing off the edge of his sentence as he waits for you to finish.

“(y/n). nice to meet you, ethan ethan.” you accept the short handshake, gently shaking hands and noticing the unreasonable strength and grip to his hold that didn’t seem the match the innocent, and dare you say weak look written all over his face while making a bad joke about his name from his introduction that still seems to score a smile from him; and ethan couldn’t help but notice the fact he didn’t have to force this one on his face. it came naturally.

“(y/n),” he repeated, as if trying your name out for himself. he smiled a little, that same shy nerdy facade written all over his face. “you got a last name?”

“does it matter?”

“i- guess not?” he looked a bit caught off guard but there was no actual hostility or mystery in your voice, just some sass. you were honestly entertaining.

“so why’re you standing here all alone?” you switch topics again, which ethan took note of. your mind seemed to wonder fast, moving from one thing to the next with no hesitation.

“ah, it’s kinda embarrassing.” the boy admitted, a small warm blush coating his pale complexion as he found himself not wanting to tell you the real reason why. wait- a blush? no, that couldn’t be right. he must just be feeling hot. all the alcohol was effecting him, or something. “i don’t really know a lot of people here, so i was just hanging out with chad till he left me to go talk to some girls.”

“ah, a typical chad move. literally and figuratively.” you nod, feeling yourself start to relax your body language more around the curly haired brunette the longer you were near him.

he chuckled, looking at you with those sweet chocolate brown eyes of his that gave you the most heartwarming feeling. “you’re kinda funny.” he tries to compliment, smiling now, a more natural grin than the ones he offered you originally. though it could be taken as a compliment or an insult, his tone genuinely sounded sincere, like he had no bad intentions. he was just an awkward guy who had no idea how to socialize or talk to the pretty girl in front of him pretty girls.

“i kinda thank you?” you respond, definitely confused on how to take in his comment.

he smiled awkwardly at you and seemed to look as if he was hiding his face as he glanced to the floor. “sorry,” he mumbled, and you felt your heart twinge as he resembled that of a hurt puppy.

“you’re good. i appreciate the sentiment.” reassuring him, he glanced back up at you with a crooked toothless smile, feeling his guard come down all around him. he had no idea why he was feeling this way, or why it felt so easy to talk to you.

there was a moment where silence fell between the two of you, staring deeply into your eyes he looked like he wanted to say something, an internal struggle of conflict in his mind while you simply watched in utter bliss and oblivion to the situation.

“i guess i should get going, i have to find my friend before they run off with some stranger they just met to hook up with. ill see you around though?” you offer him politely, and ethan felt a strange hollowness in his heart at the idea of you leaving him, but he pushed those feelings back and nodded anyway.

you’re about to turn around, start the search for your your friend in the mass of drunken college students, and you make it about five whole feet away before a voice calls your name. ethans voice.

“hey, (y/n)?” you turn around, meeting his eyes again. there’s something in them this time. it’s noticeable now as he locks eyes without you. something a bit sinister about the way he holds your gaze and his stance now looks like he’s taking over the whole room, confident but dark all the same.

“yeah?” you ask. you definitely notice the way his eyes have lost all emotion except one: danger. but this is ethan, ethans a nice boy. it must be the dim lighting and the short yet further distance between the two of you than it previously was.

“don’t get too close to me.” he warns you, and you feel a strange feeling crawl up your spine. the way he looks at you while he says it. the way his tone has completely voided from the sweet voice you were speaking to before and the aura all around him that now screams danger.

you don’t know what to do, unsure of what to say. maybe he was joking, maybe he was drunk, or maybe he really just didn’t want your companionship.

all you can do is awkwardly smile. “ill see you around, ethan.” and with that, you walk away from him, searching the packed house for your friend and forgetting about the short yet easy-going (up until the end) conversation you held with the landry boy.

and though you’ve pushed your interaction to the back of your head, ethans eyes never once leaves the back of yours.

𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 𖦹 a/n :: the most unrealistic part of scream vi is that ethans a virgin

started 08.04.23. finished 08.04.23.

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greenofrain · 5 months

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Okay I want to shoutout Beth May. She gave killer performances as both Scary and Ron.

Ron telling Terry that "I don't think you've been someone you'd choose to be be around lately." KILLED ME. It got me right in the heart. Ron is a good father to his kid. Even when Terry did something that he couldn't take back, Ron was still there to care for him, but he didn't downplay Terry's actions or pretend like he didn't do anything wrong. The actions of the kiddads (especially code purple) have been a sort of gordian knot this season, and Beth sliced through it in a way that was profound and raw and beautiful and felt like real actual IRL parenting. That moment means the world to me.

And Scary. God damn. Everything about her conversation with Terry makes me want to cry. Referring to her dad as her Biological Father, telling him that she's glad to see him, telling him that he doesn't deserve this (both being in hell for it and punishing himself by holding onto the guilt), and being grateful that he was present. We've spent a lot of time on Scary's Guilt this year and having her see that guilt in someone else and forgive them for their actions is so good. I don't know if that was an Anthony move or a Beth move, but thank you for doing that. It's something I relate to a lot and it's so meaningful to see.

#i love scary marlowe actually #shes my favorite #girl i want her to meet samantha so bad #and dont worry i have like a bajillion thoughts about freddie's absolutely god-tier performance this episode #im just not done screaming into my pillow about them yet #dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads season 2 #dndads spoilers #dndads s2ep45 #scary marlowe #ron stampler #beth may

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historicalfictionsims · 1 year

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The following day, Samantha took Lydia to the tunnel to meet Nellie. Her friend gently cradled the doll as she went on about Jessie’s disappearance. Each explanation Samantha thought of was more fantastic than the last. Maybe Jessie had gone to the city to become an actress. Or the president sent her to Europe to be a spy. Nellie sat quietly and examined Lydia’s clothes, but she did have an idea of her own. Perhaps Jessie had a baby. Samantha had to admit that it was a reasonable explanation. Still, why wouldn’t any of the grownups have told her this?

Samantha couldn’t let the subject rest and decided that she needed to see for herself what happened to Jessie. If only she knew where Jessie lived! Samantha was surprised when Nellie said that she knew the way, as she had gone to the neighborhood once to get headache herbs for Mrs. Ryland. Samantha announced that they would go that night after Grandmary turned down the gas lamps. Nellie agreed, since no one would miss her after she finished her chores.

Nighttime came and Samantha met Nellie at the tunnel. As the girls set out, they both felt like they were going on an adventure. But as they crossed the railroad tracks and the houses got darker and more crowded, they grew nervous. Nellie explained that this was the colored part of town. It hadn’t occurred to Samantha that Jessie had to live in a certain place. Nellie said it was another thing grownups decided that didn’t make sense. When they got to the house that Nellie remembered to be Jessie’s, they were both unsure how to proceed. What if Jessie and Lincoln had moved and someone else lived there? Nellie climbed on Samantha's back to peer in the window. Jessie and Lincoln were indeed inside, and they had a cradle. Suddenly Jessie looked up. Nellie tried to duck down but lost her balance, and collapsed on the ground. Lincoln came to the door and invited the girls inside.

Jessie brushed the dirt off their clothes and introduced them to baby Nathaniel. Samantha was absolutely entranced. Jessie explained that with Lincoln gone so often, she had to stay home with Nathaniel, and that’s why she left her job. She never intended for Samantha to worry and assured her that she would bring the baby to visit often. Lincoln walked the girls back to their houses and Samantha was never more happy to crawl into bed.

#sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #sims 4 decades challenge #american girl #samantha parkington #1904 #1900s #meet samantha

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cfcreative · 5 months

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Absolutly losing my mind because this finally arrived today! It’s quite possibly my favorite art of Karlach (by @ribbonentrails!!) signed by Sam Béart.