Ohhhhh that bottom one is SO pretty!
Yay thank you! :)
so beautiful! It looks like air full of rain.
*hugs you a lot ALL THE TIME* Thank you! I do like twilight. :)
That is why I love asking for people´s opinions as much as I can about important things. I have a tendancy to be unsure of what my own opinion is, but that´s because I know how endlessly many ways you can look at things.
You’re awesome, you know that?
Sometimes though I realize that I should be a little bit more sure of my opinion than I am and less willing to give it up immediately in the face of other opinions.
I have a tendency to be susceptible to people who are very sure of their opinions and very negative towards people who disagree with them, because I get anxious and upset and…well, really it probably triggers my old coping mechanism of agreeing with my mother about how ungrateful or thoughtless I was whenever she would get into one of her rages, which led to agreeing with other more malicious actually aware of what they were doing abusive people later when they criticized me and dug the trauma in deeper. You can imagine what being a favorite target of Simsecret did to me when I already had that pattern going on, eh?
But now I am developing some baby self-esteem, and I’ve learned that sometimes the rage-y negative people can be wrong.
I guess it’s all about learning to discern the quality of the opinions and reality perspectives of others, and which ones you should consider and which ones you should throw out, and also learning to trust yourself a bit.
You can’t actually learn anything because no one knows anything because humans cannot perceive reality very well and also when they do manage to perceive it they interpret it through lots of bias and prejudice and socially created frames and automatic thoughts.
It’s still fun to try to learn things anyway though.
Although you also perceive things through a human brain, and therefore you can never really know anything either.
On the other hand, exposing yourself to as many conceptions of reality as you can probably helps a bit, so you don’t get stuck in just one and insist that it is the ONLY ONE.
Insisting that your view of reality is the ONLY ONE is actually a cognitive development issue.
Most of humanity’s problems may come from cognitive development issues.
Living on a planet with a bunch of tool-using bipedal opposable-thumb having beings who have developed nuclear bombs although the great majority of them have not developed the cognitive capacity to be able to take the perspectives of others is a scary scary thing.
But it’s okay because SIMS, and SIMS STORIES, and SIMS FRIENDS YAY!!!!
I love you all very very much a lot!
Lately I have taken to announcing “I am the opposite of God!” whenever I turn off a light. It got started when I turned off a light and it was unexpectedly dark and I couldn’t see anything and I said “I made it all dark!”
The spousal person says this is more proof of my extreme normalcy.
Last night I let the spousal person read about THE FRIENDSHIP MONSTER!
He laughed a lot, and then I said “See how normal I am?!” and he said “So normal.”
See he agrees! I am full of normalcy!
Okay, so. One day Lilith came to hang out with Seth in his garden, and she was like “Seth, I know you killed everyone I knew and/or cared about, but hey, it’s cool.”
She hugged Seth, and at first he wanted to run away! And then possibly light things on fire! But then he started digging the hug. He did not know what to do with this new feeling at all, and he could feel all his molecules going faster and faster, and then reality fell apart and the boundaries of flesh blurred and he did not know which parts of him were Seth and which parts were Lilith.
And then the two of them turned into THE FRIENDSHIP MONSTER!!!! Half-Lilith, half-Seth, all badass, the Friendship Monster stalked across Sunset Valley, striking fear into the shriveled dry hearts of the Meanie Not Nice People. Wherever lonely people were to be found, the Friendship Monster was there, dispensing free hugs and gasoline.
The gasoline was for taking care of the Meanie Not Nice People.
The people of Sunset Valley danced in the park, do-si-do’ing with their new friends, as columns of smoke rose over the Town Hall. The screams of the Meanie Not Nice People locked inside were ignored as Gobias Koffi called the dance, his voice ringing out in the acrid air.
The Seth half of the Friendship Monster sniffed the air. Something here was familiar. Something felt like home. It called to him.
He tried to walk to the Town Hall, but the Lilith half refused. She wanted to join the dance. The two halves strained against each other. Muscles rippled. Tensions flared.
Then the Town Hall flared too, blossoming into a giant explosion. The square dancers were hit by flying debris. Gobias Koffi took a burning desk chair to the head. Everything was chaos as people screamed and ran and abandoned their newfound friends.
They say that now, if you visit the crater where Sunset Valley used to be, you can still see the imprints left in the ash. The footprints left as the Seth half of the Friendship Monster broke away and ran into the flames, and the shadow of the bones of the Lilith half.
They also say that if you go into the remains of the Town Hall, you can still hear the ghostly laments of the Meanie Not Nice People. And, if you listen very closely, a sound like a man rocking back and forth, throwing his head against the wall, moaning “Now I know what friendship really means. I’m sorry, Lilith. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”
Do you guys ever just, like, think about your friends and how awesome they are and how they have like hands and arms and eyes and stuff, and they wear clothes, and they eat things and they think things and they feel things and they sleep, and it’s just so beautiful and you love them and you want them to be happy and they’re so adorable and cute and fluffy like a kitty cat?
And then you wonder - does anyone think that sort of thing about me? Like is there someone out there going “Awwww, lookit Stacy having her thoughts and feelings and being alive and stuff; I just want to hug her a lot”?
I know for an undeniable fact that there are people out there who think “Oh god, there’s Stacy again, I hate that bitch and I wish she’d go away.” But too bad for them, because I ain’t going anywhere!
Do you guys ever feel like everything is so beautiful and good that it hurts but also you feel all sad and ALONE FOREVER, like Seth, and like life is empty and meaningless and bright like fluorescent light in a Wal-Mart and also like a single uncovered lightbulb shining alone above the kitchen sink in a dark house, but then there are also rainbows and unicorns and glittery kittens, but also there’s the lone bright white light, and it’s like DARKNESS and CONTINUED DARKNESS and MORE DARKNESS and a light that is the opposite of light but also there’s all beauty and stuff and also love?
Because that’s how I feel today.
reblogging for a friend who might want to read my older stuff. :)
This badass dude right here is Seth Morrigan. You may have noticed him in my icon. You may have noticed him in frequent posts here. You may have noticed that I posted a pic of myself earlier wearing a blue cardigan.
If you have not gotten to know him yet, then here you go!
Lilith Parker is working at the local paper, announcing births and birthdays and deaths. One morning her boss Shannon gives her a more exciting assignment – research the local haunted house and write an article on its history. Nice flavor for Halloween, right?
But then Shannon turns up dead the next day, the local townspeople seem intent on keeping the story of the haunted house a secret, and Lilith is being haunted herself. Will she survive?
This is the first story. I started it over four years ago, so please do excuse the pictures and writing. The main character is Lilith Parker.
She has many interesting adventures as Seth invades her dreams and tightens his noose around her.
It may look like a lot of chapters, but they are all fairly short and as I went on I experimented with visual storytelling and minimal text, so it’s a fairly quick read.
Next, there are the two shorts. One from Seth’s POV, one from his wife Sarah’s POV.
Waffles: The Syruping (Sarah’s POV)
Syrup: The Waffling (Seth’s POV)
These shorts are an exploration of their relationship in the Valley universe, pre-Valley.
Then there is a text-only short, a look into Seth’s mindset as he spirals downward to the main event in Valley’s history:
Death is so rude.
That brings us to the current story, Moonfall.
Sarah Morrigan’s husband Seth hasn’t been the same since he was injured in a fire years ago. He ignores her. He obsesses about his garden and his alchemy. A shadow grows up around him. It fills their house, separating him from Sarah, choking her off.
One day he comes back to her. The shadow is gone.
Or is it?
Sarah makes her waffles. In Moonlight Falls. Sunset Valley is a different reality, a different dot on the spacetime continuum.
The Seth who lives in Moonlight Falls seems more sane and more together than the one who lives in Sunset Valley. He gardens. He is interested in alchemy. He was injured in a fire in his lab. But somehow, this Seth is still there, still inside himself.
He does send Sarah out for alchemical ingredients that seem to cause alarm among the Moonlight Falls residents though.
And sometimes there is a darkness, a sharpness to him that Sarah does not like.
Can she save him?
She finds a way to visit other realities, to see other versions of her Seth. Will one of them show her the way to keep her Seth in the light, to keep him sane, to keep him with her?
Or will they show her a nightmare beyond her worst dreams?
We’ll find out! Eventually. This one is slower than Valley. ;)
I was not aware of a hate blog, but OMG go Tumblr! See, this is part of why Tumblr is a much healthier environment than LJ.
Thank you everyone!
I’m so glad that this got taken care of. Thanks to everyone who took the time out to report that blog. Bullying is just not ok.
Just saw yesterday’s Walking Dead episode.