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Creative and pretty cemeteries are what I’m 100% for.

The first grave is actually on the festival lot, among other graves hidden in bushes. I think it’s remake of festival lot from Barnacle Bay. Here it has also wooden planks on the ground, which might be not exactly realistic, but it gives more pirate vibe, as on tropical club next door.

When it comes to Barnacle Bay, I think it’s interesting case, cause it had two cemetaries, few graves on festival lot, and some random graves spread out all over the island. Not sure if even Midnight Hollows had that many. Few weeks ago I’ve read in one book, that small isolated islands tends to become some kind of sociological laboratory or theater scene, where everything leads to extreme. Beside kitschy houses in early EA’s style, Barnacle Bay certainly fit that sentence. Maybe there was some plague, some disease, or just cemetery was raised really late in island’s history and sims were buried all over the place. All these random graves on many lots leaves so many questions. Some worlds doesn’t even needs households to tell it’s story. I feel like Barnacle Bay among other worlds in The Sims 3, might be like an equivalent of Strangetown in The Sims 2. I need to revisit this town one day.

Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?

Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.

All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)

But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.

But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.

I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?

It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.

Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)

the season of golden trees & mystery

Le Petite Venise, Colmar, France by Dimitris Mimaros

Traditional Home Office Milwaukee Study room - mid-sized traditional freestanding desk medium tone wood floor and brown floor study room idea with beige walls

Traditional Home Gym

Mid-sized elegant medium tone wood floor and brown floor multiuse home gym photo with beige walls

Over the course of the game, roll a d20 every so often.

This measures the progress of a different, unmentioned party of adventurers who are on their own quest to stop an unrelated threat to the entire mortal world.

If you get a one they fuck up and die so the world abruptly ends with no warning.

im just saying that if i had been in charge of s6 of doctor who, i would have fully leaned into the horror of amy's pregnancy, the loss of her own agency in it, the way she was used as a vessel to create a child she would never hold again, amy pond who never indicated once that she even wanted a child and was made to have one anyway against her will, and once they were done using her, they even took away any choice she might make about it in the future.

and i would have had this be a factor in amy and river's relationship going forward. how do you interact with a child you never knew, never got to decide if you wanted to have, and she's also already your friend, you love her as this miraculous, insane woman who has saved your life more than once. she's always known more about you than you could about her, but now you know exactly how much she was keeping from you. it's not like she could have told you, could have stopped it, but all this time, she was your friend and she was your daughter, and how do you learn to live with her?

autumn awakening

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High and Rising live at Veterans Park in River Falls, WI- 7/14/22

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Alright! So I finished hand binding Crimson Rivers by @mayzarbewithyou :) this was my first time bookbinding so excuse the mistakes I am far from great, but all in good time! This fic basically changed the trajectory of my life so I thought I’d give it the love it deserves! the spine is regulus standing looking up at the tree and he is purposely put on the last book because he finally learned how to climb and grow. I’m so emotional over the end of the fic so this is very emotional to me. I did the typeset myself and there are some cool details I’ll try to put in another post, but basically I added all of Zar’s end notes as footnotes to the specific scenes he talks about! All very fun and the dingbats match the theme for the books and the backs each have quotes the correspond. I split it into 5 just because it didn’t feel right to have the epilogues in the same book as the war. They were two completely different parts of the story so I separated them. Anyways I’ll make another post. This was a labor of love and I hope I did it Justice :)

📍Cascate di Saent, Val di Rabbi, Italy 🇮🇹

September in Kalogeriko bridge, Zagorohoria, Epirus, Greece. Photo by Kafetsis A. Fotis. 

by Greg Stokesbury