#baronessheike

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what have I done.

goodbye riverview your sim lives will forever be changed.

the worst thing is that I could only give Johann five negative traits.

kinda tempted to make a steve and put him as their next door neighbor.

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"Bisexuality, it was quite the crime in our day." (Crime meme, I'm sorry she is horrible. )

"I have neither witnessed, been a victim, or done such a thing!" he hissed.

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baronessheike replied to your post:baronessheike replied to your post:I’m also...

( no one ever said life was fun or easy. I, myself learned long ago that it sucks but we have to grot through it. Don’t let this sorta thing beat you.)

It brings me down and close to the edge...but one thing I take comfort in is the fact I'm pretty sure I can get through this. I don't want to let it beat me. That's why I get things off my chest. However I've noticed that this is happening more often despite being on meds and I don't like that. So come Monday I'm going to try to get a counselor.

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baronessheike replied to your post:I'm also stressed to the point where I actually want to die

( I think you know that isn’t true. :/ )

When I actually calm down I realize it's not true. So you're right. I know it's not true. I also don't delete posts because I'm not going to pretend I'm always alright. Sometimes, especially when my mood is REALLY low, like it was last night...

it honestly feels like that.

I chalk it up to 4 nights of restless, nightmare filled sleep, being called into work on my one day off only be constantly yelled at by my coworker for being too slow(I worked my ass off  with the huge amount of stuff that had to be done, while her and my other coworker(who at least stopped and helped for a bit) sat at the registers and talked. 

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Heike/Jim (Horrible I know.)

The umbrella, when it rains - Jim does because he's the taller of the two.

The popcorn at the cinema - Jim holds the popcorn obediently

The baby, when it cries - Heike is strangely good with children

The ice cream cone, when they share - Heike

The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - Heike

The basket, when they go shopping - Jim tends to.

The door, on dates - Jim, because he's a gentleman

The other’s hand, most often - Heike

Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Jim.

The camera, when they take pictures together - Jim.

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Heike/Jim

Send me a ship name and I'll give you two songs to match it.

Hands In The Sky (Big Shot) - Straylight Run

Cannibal Girl - Head Automatica

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11: gentle kiss

As he faded back into the consciousness, Jim wanted to sob. Perhaps he even would have if not for the metal around his neck, holding his head still against the surgical table the same way that his arms and legs were bound. With how tight it was, every breath was a struggle, leaving words a near impossibility.And every breath was filled with the stench of chemicals and sweat. Blood that may have been as much his own as it was some other bastards.

Slowly he opened his eyes, the dark blurs giving way to dimly lit stone and that inescapable purple mask that had wormed it's way into his nightmares. The only difference being that his waking moments were filled with the mutterings of a scientist instead of the cruel laughter of a twisted Nazi bastard. At least until the bastard's eyes met his own. There was no telling what expression was on Zemo's face, but the glint in those heartless blue eyes made Jim's stomach drop.

As the world started to darken again, the German started speaking louder. Taunting him with what was to come. For the life of him, he couldn't focus on it enough to understand. Couldn't even manage to widen his eyes at the sudden appearance of a blade while Zemo continued to ramble. On and on until Jim's jaw was roughly grabbed--fingers digging against the bone. He didn't know what the German was playing at as the hood was lifted just enough for the other to bestow him with a gentle kiss.

The fleeting moment of kindness, if it could be called that, was gone as quickly as it came--intensely sharp blade suddenly sawing at his arm.

Jim couldn't black out fast enough--the sounds of his own screams through the removal of his arm and that damn German muttering the last he heard before the darkness claimed him again.