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    horror: I was starving my Sim and he sneakily called up for
 a pizza. When it was delivered I made him throw it
 in the garbage. Then he cried
 Breddit

 My teenage son decided waking up to his alarm and
 getting on the school bus was unimportant. So l
 locked him in a 1x1 room until he peed himself and
 died in the puddle.
 reddit

 Every time I play, I start with a "painting goblin." I
 make him morbidly obese with green skin. I make
 sure he has the following traits: likes to be alone,
 loves art, hates the outdoors. The first thing I do
 once l have enough money is build a small room in
 the basement, send him down there, and remove
 the stairs. I set him up in a tiny little area with only
 an easel, toilet, refrigerator, bed, shower, and
 trashcan. All he does all day is paint. That's it. He
 paints and paints and paints and paints. Eventually,
 his paintings become very good and worth a lot of
 money. Every few minutes I go downstairs and sel
 whatever painting he has finished, and then I return
 to playing the game.
 My family always ends up feeling very blessed
 because of their fortune, and they never find out
 about the horrible secret living beneath their
 home.
 reddit

 So, in my most recent Sims playthrough, I found this
 girl that I really wanted my Sim to marry. Problem
 is she already had a husband, so rather than just
 doing the (relatively) normal thing and convincing
 her to break up with him, I instead became best
 friends with her husband, convinced him to move in
 with me, and then drowned him in a pool so l could
 marry his wife.
 Then I moved in with his wife (who lived in a HUGE
 mansion) and killed the rest of her family because l
 didn't feel like taking care of the other Sims that
 she lived with but I still wanted the house.
 reddit

 One time l killed a Sim by drowning. Then I made
 everyone show up to his funeral in swimwear.
 reddit
franklycats:

American Horror Story: Sims

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                horror: I was starving my Sim and he sneakily called up for
 a pizza. When it was delivered I made him throw it
 in the garbage. Then he cried
 Breddit

 My teenage son decided waking up to his alarm and
 getting on the school bus was unimportant. So l
 locked him in a 1x1 room until he peed himself and
 died in the puddle.
 reddit

 Every time I play, I start with a "painting goblin." I
 make him morbidly obese with green skin. I make
 sure he has the following traits: likes to be alone,
 loves art, hates the outdoors. The first thing I do
 once l have enough money is build a small room in
 the basement, send him down there, and remove
 the stairs. I set him up in a tiny little area with only
 an easel, toilet, refrigerator, bed, shower, and
 trashcan. All he does all day is paint. That's it. He
 paints and paints and paints and paints. Eventually,
 his paintings become very good and worth a lot of
 money. Every few minutes I go downstairs and sel
 whatever painting he has finished, and then I return
 to playing the game.
 My family always ends up feeling very blessed
 because of their fortune, and they never find out
 about the horrible secret living beneath their
 home.
 reddit

 So, in my most recent Sims playthrough, I found this
 girl that I really wanted my Sim to marry. Problem
 is she already had a husband, so rather than just
 doing the (relatively) normal thing and convincing
 her to break up with him, I instead became best
 friends with her husband, convinced him to move in
 with me, and then drowned him in a pool so l could
 marry his wife.
 Then I moved in with his wife (who lived in a HUGE
 mansion) and killed the rest of her family because l
 didn't feel like taking care of the other Sims that
 she lived with but I still wanted the house.
 reddit

 One time l killed a Sim by drowning. Then I made
 everyone show up to his funeral in swimwear.
 reddit
franklycats:

American Horror Story: Sims

                
            

            
            
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American Horror Story: Sims


            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







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vox:
To Carrie Fisher, a woman who knew the power of accepting yourself without apology
Carrie Fisher spent a lifetime fighting people’s expectations and found a new hope in not giving a shit what I, you, or anyone else thought of her — which is exactly why I’ve always thought the world of her.
My introduction to Fisher was the same as most people’s: staring up at a screen in wide-eyed admiration and wonder as her steely Princess Leia took Star Wars by storm and sheer force of will. She was a 19-year-old thrown into the twin chaoses of deep space and Hollywood, and she proved a shining star in both.
But as I grew older and dove deeper into Fisher’s history and ongoing career, I discovered a life overflowing with wit, advocacy, and incredible strength.
As she would be the first to tell you, Fisher’s life co-starred a devastating cocktail of addiction and mental illness. Thrust into the most competitive Hollywood echelons before she was 20 — and having grown up around it, being the daughter of singer Eddie Fisher and actress Debbie Reynolds — she absorbed whatever chemicals she could to get by, not believing the doctors who told her that her addictions were exacerbated by a form of manic depression. (She was later diagnosed as bipolar.)
In 1987, with the benefit of hindsight, Fisher wrote in her semi-autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge about the horrors of being trapped inside your own mind while outside pressures do everything they can to cave in the walls. “I shot through my 20s like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination,” she wrote. “Nowhere.”
But in real life, Carrie Fisher wasn’t just going somewhere, she was going somewhere meaningful and funny and relentlessly smart. She came out of her turbulent 20s determined to forge a new path, one that defied anyone to look at her and see a girl in a gold bikini while conveniently ignoring its accompanying chains.
(Fisher famously hated that stupid “outfit,” no matter how many adolescent fantasies it inspired. When promoting 2015’s The Force Awakens, she even made sure to remind everyone that the Slave Leia bikini was for a slave, “a prisoner of a giant testicle.”)
Carrie Fisher wrote her way out of her own horror, from Postcards from the Edge in 1987 to her wickedly funny one-woman show Wishful Drinking in 2006, to her journal compilation The Princess Diarist, published just a month ago.
All along the way, she was open about her struggles and mental health in a way that few dared — and she was funny while she did it. You don’t have to look any further than her Twitter bio — “there’s no room for demons when you’re self-possessed” — to understand exactly who Carrie Fisher was.
She was crucially, completely unashamed of who she was, talking openly about her mental breaks, the psychotic episodes that would send her careening and land her in clinics. She made it clear that while she knew her brain could be an insidious Trojan horse determined to make her life hell from the inside out, she was able to persevere by accepting that reality as fact.
“I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that,” Fisher told Sawyer in that 2000 interview. “I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.”
Carrie Fisher took on the dark forces inside and surrounding her by finding something precious to hold onto, something to humanize, something to laugh about. She stormed through her chaotic mind and world to forge an unapologetic life, inspiring countless others — like me, and maybe even you — to do the same.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
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vox:
To Carrie Fisher, a woman who knew the power of accepting yourself without apology
Carrie Fisher spent a lifetime fighting people’s expectations and found a new hope in not giving a shit what I, you, or anyone else thought of her — which is exactly why I’ve always thought the world of her.
My introduction to Fisher was the same as most people’s: staring up at a screen in wide-eyed admiration and wonder as her steely Princess Leia took Star Wars by storm and sheer force of will. She was a 19-year-old thrown into the twin chaoses of deep space and Hollywood, and she proved a shining star in both.
But as I grew older and dove deeper into Fisher’s history and ongoing career, I discovered a life overflowing with wit, advocacy, and incredible strength.
As she would be the first to tell you, Fisher’s life co-starred a devastating cocktail of addiction and mental illness. Thrust into the most competitive Hollywood echelons before she was 20 — and having grown up around it, being the daughter of singer Eddie Fisher and actress Debbie Reynolds — she absorbed whatever chemicals she could to get by, not believing the doctors who told her that her addictions were exacerbated by a form of manic depression. (She was later diagnosed as bipolar.)
In 1987, with the benefit of hindsight, Fisher wrote in her semi-autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge about the horrors of being trapped inside your own mind while outside pressures do everything they can to cave in the walls. “I shot through my 20s like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination,” she wrote. “Nowhere.”
But in real life, Carrie Fisher wasn’t just going somewhere, she was going somewhere meaningful and funny and relentlessly smart. She came out of her turbulent 20s determined to forge a new path, one that defied anyone to look at her and see a girl in a gold bikini while conveniently ignoring its accompanying chains.
(Fisher famously hated that stupid “outfit,” no matter how many adolescent fantasies it inspired. When promoting 2015’s The Force Awakens, she even made sure to remind everyone that the Slave Leia bikini was for a slave, “a prisoner of a giant testicle.”)
Carrie Fisher wrote her way out of her own horror, from Postcards from the Edge in 1987 to her wickedly funny one-woman show Wishful Drinking in 2006, to her journal compilation The Princess Diarist, published just a month ago.
All along the way, she was open about her struggles and mental health in a way that few dared — and she was funny while she did it. You don’t have to look any further than her Twitter bio — “there’s no room for demons when you’re self-possessed” — to understand exactly who Carrie Fisher was.
She was crucially, completely unashamed of who she was, talking openly about her mental breaks, the psychotic episodes that would send her careening and land her in clinics. She made it clear that while she knew her brain could be an insidious Trojan horse determined to make her life hell from the inside out, she was able to persevere by accepting that reality as fact.
“I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that,” Fisher told Sawyer in that 2000 interview. “I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.”
Carrie Fisher took on the dark forces inside and surrounding her by finding something precious to hold onto, something to humanize, something to laugh about. She stormed through her chaotic mind and world to forge an unapologetic life, inspiring countless others — like me, and maybe even you — to do the same.

                
            

            
            
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To Carrie Fisher, a woman who knew the power of accepting yourself without apology
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    horror: KEEP REFRIGERATED
 SELL BY
 1% LOWFAT MILK
 3-308
 Marva
 Maid re
 armer Owne
 100
 LOWFATMILK
 1% MILKFAT
 HALF PINT (236 ml
fangirltothefullest:
feliciakainzandtorishai:

thenamelessnarrator:

face-puncher:

dredsina:

doctorwhothefuckisthis:

gutsygumshoe:

hakuryuusquad:

some people think that school food isnt all that bad and that we’re just whiny teenagers u fucking get a rock solid jug of rotten milk then tell me that we’re just whiny teenagers

My freshman year of high school i got applesauce for lunch and when I opened it, a cloud of mold poofed out I feel this post on an emotional level

I broke my pb&j sandwich on the table once, it smashed into 7 pieces.

our hot dogs in elementary school were green

Our school would actually recycle pizza (it was pizza by definition only. However, it tasted and looked like cardboard with watery spaghetti sauce and the cheese you’d scrape off of a man’s ball-sack who hadn’t showered since 1989). If you didn’t eat the “pizza” from yesterday, they’d put a layer of new cheese on it, bake it again, and serve it to you. One time, I swear they re-cheesed/baked a pizza for a straight week until someone actually ate it. They were never seen again… If that sounds like I’m telling you a horror story, that’s because I am.

We had supposed french fries; it was legit very raw and cold potato fried in stale breading. Most of teh meat wasn’t actually what they said it was and if you asked what was in something just in case cause of allergies or religious beliefs, they would actually fucking give you detention for hurting the lunch peoples feelings.

Supposedly, our school served ‘spaghetti’ which looked more like cooked up worms [not kidding, they did NOT look like fucking noodles bitches] and the sauce was more of this meaty…tomato juice concoction and the parmesian cheese? That’s a fucking joke, it was nothing but powder! No, not like the stuff you get at the stores I mean it was like one of those baby powder type of thing, that’s how bad the parmesian was! Needless to say people got heartburn, and thrown up because of it. They still serve it.

ATTENTION PEOPLE: 
IF YOU FIND ANY EXPIRED/ROTTING FOOD IN YOUR SCHOOL YOU TAKE IT TO THE PRINCIPAL AND DEMAND THAT THE FOOD BE REPLACED FOR HEALTH CODE VIOLATIONS. IF THEY REFUSE TAKE THE EXPIRED FOOD TO THE SCHOOL DISTRICT AND THREATEN TO CALL THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT. 
My mother did this when I told her our school was serving expired milk- it hadn’t even turned yet, it was only a few days older than the expiration date and the school GOT IN TROUBLE with the school district. After that they NEVER served expired foods again because the health department came down HARD on their asses. As an establishment providing food, they are required BY LAW (In America at least) to uphold proper health code violations. The school and even the school district CAN be sued if their food is proven to be unhealthy to consume and they do nothing about it. 
So PLEASE don’t just throw it away. TAKE THE EVIDENCE WITH YOU. 

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                horror: KEEP REFRIGERATED
 SELL BY
 1% LOWFAT MILK
 3-308
 Marva
 Maid re
 armer Owne
 100
 LOWFATMILK
 1% MILKFAT
 HALF PINT (236 ml
fangirltothefullest:
feliciakainzandtorishai:

thenamelessnarrator:

face-puncher:

dredsina:

doctorwhothefuckisthis:

gutsygumshoe:

hakuryuusquad:

some people think that school food isnt all that bad and that we’re just whiny teenagers u fucking get a rock solid jug of rotten milk then tell me that we’re just whiny teenagers

My freshman year of high school i got applesauce for lunch and when I opened it, a cloud of mold poofed out I feel this post on an emotional level

I broke my pb&j sandwich on the table once, it smashed into 7 pieces.

our hot dogs in elementary school were green

Our school would actually recycle pizza (it was pizza by definition only. However, it tasted and looked like cardboard with watery spaghetti sauce and the cheese you’d scrape off of a man’s ball-sack who hadn’t showered since 1989). If you didn’t eat the “pizza” from yesterday, they’d put a layer of new cheese on it, bake it again, and serve it to you. One time, I swear they re-cheesed/baked a pizza for a straight week until someone actually ate it. They were never seen again… If that sounds like I’m telling you a horror story, that’s because I am.

We had supposed french fries; it was legit very raw and cold potato fried in stale breading. Most of teh meat wasn’t actually what they said it was and if you asked what was in something just in case cause of allergies or religious beliefs, they would actually fucking give you detention for hurting the lunch peoples feelings.

Supposedly, our school served ‘spaghetti’ which looked more like cooked up worms [not kidding, they did NOT look like fucking noodles bitches] and the sauce was more of this meaty…tomato juice concoction and the parmesian cheese? That’s a fucking joke, it was nothing but powder! No, not like the stuff you get at the stores I mean it was like one of those baby powder type of thing, that’s how bad the parmesian was! Needless to say people got heartburn, and thrown up because of it. They still serve it.

ATTENTION PEOPLE: 
IF YOU FIND ANY EXPIRED/ROTTING FOOD IN YOUR SCHOOL YOU TAKE IT TO THE PRINCIPAL AND DEMAND THAT THE FOOD BE REPLACED FOR HEALTH CODE VIOLATIONS. IF THEY REFUSE TAKE THE EXPIRED FOOD TO THE SCHOOL DISTRICT AND THREATEN TO CALL THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT. 
My mother did this when I told her our school was serving expired milk- it hadn’t even turned yet, it was only a few days older than the expiration date and the school GOT IN TROUBLE with the school district. After that they NEVER served expired foods again because the health department came down HARD on their asses. As an establishment providing food, they are required BY LAW (In America at least) to uphold proper health code violations. The school and even the school district CAN be sued if their food is proven to be unhealthy to consume and they do nothing about it. 
So PLEASE don’t just throw it away. TAKE THE EVIDENCE WITH YOU. 

                
            

            
            
fangirltothefullest:
feliciakainzandtorishai:

thenamelessnarrator:

face-puncher:

dredsina:

doctorwhothefuckisthis:

gutsygumshoe:

ha...