Free Sims Supernatural Robe

Step one; Go to a French proxy like http://unblocker.biz/ (this is the one I used)
Step two; Paste THIS LINK: http://www.stardoll.com/ in the URL box of the proxy and press enter/click go.
Step three; Log into your Stardoll account.
Step four; Paste THIS LINK: http://www.stardoll.com/do/campaign/giveItem.php?id=29&hash=d6989baadaa844c5f5bc7ec17648b140 into the URL box of the proxy and press enter.

You will be re-directed to a Sims Supernatural site in French, but that's okay. Just close off the proxy and log into normal Stardoll.

It will come in a bag like this in your suite:

It may take a little while for it to come, so be patient.

And that's all for today c:

~Bailey

Free Brazil Tank Top

Step one; Go to a Brazilian proxy site: http://www.brazilunblock.info (this is the only one that will show the questions to the quiz)
Step two; Paste THIS LINK: http://www.stardoll.com/br/contest/view.php?id=3329 into the URL box of the proxy.
Step three; Log into your account.
Step four; Click random answers for each question. Click 'Enter Competition'

The tank top will be in a bag like this in your suite:

It may take a while for it to come though, so be patient.
and that's all for today c:

~Bailey

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Note to self- Never broadcast during MSW.  You mightve read my post about broadcasting and stuff. Well...sofar we've only gotten about 50 members. I don't think my broadcasts have even gone yet, and if they have it was at like 3 am.

Mostly what I wanted to say is the posts on here will be scattered and not very often for a while, atleast for me. I'm going to try and finish the pages on here and get all the bloggers comfortable and settled, and then make a contest. But for now we'll be pretty boring, just a heads up ;p

Silence - Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Shh, Marie, it's alright. Marie, it's okay. Please stop crying.

The words haunted me, repeating in my head. Those words were worse than the insults. They had meaning, true meaning. 

My wrist throbbed painfully. The bandaged was covered by the sleeve of my shirt, but I was taking peeks at it every now and then. The tan bandage was now coated in a ruby red liquid, seeping through. No one noticed me wearing a long sleeved t-shirt in May, just continued on with their day as usual. 

Which meant the teasing and tormenting; except today it got worse. 

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Two kick me signs, 14 spitballs, and 27 insults later, I was cornered in the girl's bathroom. I stood silently, calmly, while staring her in the eyes. I didn't twitch or move while she threatened me. Instead, the words repeated in my head.

"Shh, Marie, it's alright. Marie, it's okay. Please stop crying."

"You think you're so cool, trying to ignore me?" Her voice was snotty and cruel. 

"Shh, Marie, it's alright. Marie, it's okay. Please stop crying."

"Think I'll leave if you don't talk?" She smirked, her eyes flaring. "SPEAK FATTY!"

 It came so quickly. Her left hand a blur as it flew across my cheek, then her right fist followed, slamming into my temple. Tears threatened to spill over my water line. 

"I'm watching you," She hissed, then sauntered off. When the door clicked shut, I immediately ran into a stall and began sobbing silently. Not a sniffle, not a peep. 

"Shh, Marie, it's alright. Marie, it's okay. Please stop crying."

I choked on my tears, but still made not a single sound. I could smell him, his sweet cologne encasing me. His arms wrapping around me. The sound of his steady breathing. I closed my eyes and let my mind go far away, leave the nightmare called reality. 

I could feel his hands stroking my hair, the ones that had held a blade much more than me. I could hear my sniffles, my hiccups. It was so real.

Still living in the memory, I stood up, the words repeating. So comforting, his tone caring. I trembled, leaning against the stall door. His face was imprinted into my eyesight. And then I undid the latch, leaving the stall. 

Standing in front of the mirrors, I slipped my makeup case out of my bag, and opened my concealer. I dabbed it on the marks of her fingertips. I put on some powder to cover up the tear streaks and the red marks, and then left the bathroom without a sound.

"Shh, Marie, it's alright. Marie, it's okay. Please stop crying."

Silence - Chapter One

Chapter One

“I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” ― Ned Vizzini

I struggle to open my eyes. Th bright sunlight is visible through my closed eyelids. I manage to open them, and glance at my clock. 7 AM on May 1. One week even. One week until this all ends. Just one week. One week.

I smile to myself when I think about ending the pain. The pain of the words. And all it takes is a few pills. I get up hazily, and stumble over to my closet. Rubbing my eyes violently with my fists, I open the doors, and start sorting through the long sleeved shirts and jeans.

I pull out a pair of jeans and throw them on my bed. A dark blue shirt follows. Silently, I slip off my sleep shirt, and pull the other one on. I grasp the end of the sleeves in my palms, pulling the shoulders down a bit.

Slipping on the jeans, the words come back to me again.

"Cute jeans. Where're they from? Goodwill?" The menacing giggles follow the phrase, just like it had happened.

"Where'd you get that shirt? The fat people store?" More cruel laughter. I start to shake as the tears come streaming down my face.

"Oh, poor little Marie. Oops, you're not little. You're fat." I sink to the floor, hugging my chest. The tears are coming steadily now. My hands itched for my blade.

"Know why she's so smart? Because she's too lazy to walk, so she just sits and reads." I bite the inside of my cheek, the following pain making me gasp. The taste of metal awakes my body, but not my mind.

The whispers. "I broke up with her because she's so fat. I don't know why I dated her in the first place." The tears still trailed down my face. I was shaking violently.

"She never wears shorts because she doesn't want to show her ugly thighs."

"Shh, Marie, it's alright. Marie, it's okay. Please stop crying." I stop abruptly and make a squeaking noise. And then I begin sobbing again. My hands find their ways underneath my bed, reaching for the blade. I pull it out with a swift moment.

One, two, four times. Four new cuts. The blood trickles down into the crook of my elbow, but the pain doesn't stop the memory from repeating.

Shh, Marie, it's alright. Marie, it's okay. Please stop crying.

The memory flashes into the vision like a movie.

"Shh, Marie, it's alright. Marie, it's okay. Please stop crying." His arms encircle me, his scent lingering in the air. My arms find my way around him, and I bury my face in his neck."Shh," He strokes my hair. I reach up and pull his hand down, and bring my face up to face his, sniffling.

"You have seven new cuts." I say, dumbfounded. He looks at me with those big, green eyes. and whispers two words.

"I know."

The pain finally shoots me back to reality, the red liquid dripping onto my carpet. My salty tears are making their way into the burning cuts. I get up, and walk over to my bathroom. Placing my wrist above the sink, I pour alcohol in it. I wince, but let the bloody alcohol continue making its way down the drain.

Hiccuping, I get a bandage with my useful hand, and lay it on top of the new cuts. And then I leave the bathroom, with a tear streaked face, empty of makeup, ready to enter my nightmare.

What did she say?

Yes, I do realise something like this has already been posted, but I want to give my opinion.

Here's a two reasons why i think this may be a poser:

1. PG doesn't call herself miriam very much
2. She doesn't know what we mean by asking her if she sharpens pencils, I don't think she'd be talking about this stuff

If this was a poser, they did an excellent job at acting like PG.

What do you think?

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PORNY
Make it the new viral slang term?


What does that even mean...
what's your definition of 'porny'