Absolutely LOVE how this photo came out, and just as well, too, because it took me bloody ages to capture!
I also tried some new things with the ripple detailing. Every time I do a picture involving water, I like to add a little something new, and I'm thrilled with this one! Now I just need to work out how to get droplets on my skin... *flails wildly*
It's almost September, and most of you will be aware that when September comes, so does The Arcade.
When I saw these cute little offerings for The Arcade by Hextraordinary drop in Blogotex, my brain immediately started whirring, after all who doesn't want to have a Khaleesi moment and become the Mother of Dragons??
The dragons come in three versions, Shoulder pet, Companion and Rezzable, all of which have adorable animations. There are also three lamps to pick up, the wall lamp, a table lamp and a stand-alone lamp. All of these are shown in the picture above, and let me assure you the detail is astounding.
The skin I'm wearing today is by Go&See at Blush. There are several tones, and four head applier versions available, Lelutka (shown above), Genus, Catwa & Omega. I'm using the Cola tone, and below you can see how this looks on the different heads.
Can you tell who someone is from the look of their avatar?
Without doubt, the majority of us will make assumptions based on a particular style someone is sporting.. but if you're anything like me, your style doesn't actually reflect how you feel inside, but more how your outside feels comfortable.
I don't often delve into D/s terms here, mostly because I feel like what you enjoy is nobodies business but yours and your partner, but it seems increasingly obvious to me that how you label yourself in regards to fetish/sex is a pretty major conversation point within SL.
For example, when I popped these gorgeous pearls from Narcisse on I felt like I should be kneeling at a worthy somebody's feet, but I'm certain that if you were to style the top with a pair of leather pants, and some serious fuck-me-heels, you could easily pass as a more Dominant presence.
I hope you're not offended by the spattering of foof and nipnops today, I'm always concerned that it's going to be overkill on the nudity!
Wishing your humpday to be full of light and laughter ♥
I was a pretty decent student when I was at school, definitely kind of middle-of-the-road.
I didn't really enjoy maths and numbers still confuse me, but give me a book to read, or a story to write and I'd be in my element.
When I was around 14, a girl called Karen decided she didn't like me anymore. I was okay with that, because she was a big meanie anyway - but she was kinda scary. She'd had a fight with a girl in the year above one lunchtime, and everyone had spread out to the local park to watch it happen... not only was there hair pulling and scratching but I distinctly remember the sound of a couple of punches connecting too. For this reason, I was afraid of her.
See, I have a mouth. I can shout my mouth off until the cows come home. I can rip you a new bumhole, make you feel like utter crap, and still have a slew of insults ready to throw in your face, but put me next to someone who's ready to fight and I'll offer to hold the coats and keep the earrings safe in my pocket.
Karen sat behind me in maths. I could hear her muttering about me to the girl sitting next to her, so I turned around and told her she was distracting me, because I could hear everything. She ignored me, and continued to talk crap, looking me in the eye as she said "Yeah? What you gonna do about it?"
I had been pushed by this girl for weeks, and in that moment - the only moment in my life I have actually fully blacked out, I reached forward and slapped her hard across the face.
To say she was shocked was an understatement. No one expected little Pickle to retaliate in that kind of way. The whole classroom was quiet... and me?
I turned around, lay my head on the desk, and sobbed my heart out, out of fear, out of frustration and out of anger.
For the record, Karen later got her own back on me, and threw a can of tango at my head... now, we're friends on facebook!
The Mens Department is going to be closing to get ready for a new round very shortly, make sure you stop by and pick up these goodies before they're gone!
Say hi again to Apple! She's featured once already in this blog, under the name of Kat, but because she's a happy little weirdo, she's changed her name to Apple so that we can be juicy together! Who wouldn't want a thick juicy Pickle and Apple combination?!
I know I've recently had a bit of a weep about my inability to maintain friendships, but Apple has been someone pretty darn constant for a fair few months, and she deserves a bit of a shout out.
When she first messaged me, I was kinda scared of her - I mean, she's gorgeous, right? Not only is she pretty af, but she's also absolutely freakin' hilarious. Legit! There's rarely a comment she makes where I don't LOL or OMG at her.
I think it helps that we have very similar humours, the drier and wittier the better - and she's an expert at one liners.
So, although I'm terrible at friendships, I'm also incredibly grateful for the ones that push through and remain despite my constant weirdness, the ones who hold me up when I'm feeling absolutely at my lowest and who let me obsess and rant and vent and over-talk until I'm feeling like the OGPickle. I only hope that I give you back half of what you guys give me!
I've been thinking about choices, and what goes into our making them. I'm not very good at decision making, and while it's true that to some extent I thrive on the dramatic, making choices leaves me with funny feelings in my tummy, and not in a good way all the time - especially if they're important.
Since I've been told I have Borderline Personality Disorder, I've become far more aware of my impulses. I'm incredibly wary as to what I do, and when, and how - because I want to be sure that I'm making the RIGHT choice. But then I overthink that, too, and end up wavering in the grey area until finally I eeny meanie miney mo, and jump right in impulsively anyway.
Anywho. It's Saturday! Have an amazing weekend and make the right choices! :P
I'm sure many of you get reflective moments. For me, I feel like they happen far too regularly. I have extreme issues 'letting go' of even the most toxic of people, so when I've walked away from some one who I genuinely adore because of my own past issues, I tend to over-examine every little detail.
Many times I've discussed my personal brand of crazy. I'm well aware that there are things I do that have been almost conditioned into me from previous relationships, and right now I feel like I am SO self aware that anything you can tell me about what you think I need, I am already aware of.
The whole ordeal of moving on to become the best version of yourself is really stinkin' hard. Like - ridiculously hard. I didn't think I would encounter as much support, but I also wasn't aware of the people I would lose in the process, but it's impossible for everyone you know to grow at the same speed as you are.
The only way to describe what is happening in my head right now is like there was a blanket over me - almost as though I was a frightened little girl sitting on her bed, contentedly using her flashlight to read into fantasy books and ignoring the whirlwind of life around her, but now that blanket has been yanked away - although I'm still using it for comfort and clinging on desperately to a corner, unable to completely let go. But now? Now there's a whole storm of the rest of my life that needs to be tamed that I can see. Think of the Tornado at the beginning of the classic movie "The Wizard of Oz" where you have friends, family and places just swimming around you.
For me, right now I'm at the stage where i'm making grabby hands at the most important things. My health, my family, my home.
It's a fight I want to continue, no matter how hard it gets - and today, and for the past couple of weeks it HAS been difficult... but once this awkward patch has passed, I'm going to be back on it, grabbing at everyone and everything that is most important to me. I am determined to be a better me, regardless of how many people I leave in my wake - this is MY time.
I adore these froggies from Culprit at Enchantment this round. The large toad Pickle sits on is a rare mount version - there are four of those colours to collect, and the smaller frogs are common companions, with several varieties to grab!
I made a small rant on facebook earlier regarding the useage of flickr for as advertisement for blogs and the information contained inside it.
From my perspective (and this is just a Pickle opinion), Flickr is a showcase of photography. It's not a blog, regardless of whether you're crediting there or not. Is it nice to get favourites on flickr? Yes! Do the amount of favourites on flickr affect the views to the blog? Not in my experience!
I know this is a bone of contention for a lot of bloggers/flickr'rs etc, and don't get me wrong, if you ARE crediting on flickr, fair play to you! But for the majority of us who do still use external blog-sites, such as blogger, wordpress, wix etc, flickr is just a numbers game.
I have over 3k 'followers' on my page for flickr. I often post a picture a day, and at the moment, i'm lucky if I get 100 likes. I use 100 as a bench-mark, because most 'sponsors' look for that level of favourites when you apply to blog for them, therefore, the numbers game is relatively important to your progress as a blogger.
I'm not complaining, I understand the more 'social' you are the better the response to your pictures, but again, from my perspective, flickr isn't about being social! It's about showcasing your pictures and being able to genuinely enjoy others work. Once it gets to a point where I feel like I HAVE to like and comment JUST to get favourites so I can appease sponsors, I kind of zone out, and being the anxious Pickle I am, I already worry I'm not showcasing a product in a way that the creator would approve of... seriously! Some days, blogging really can be 'work'! (Not that I don't enjoy it!!)
This isn't supposed to be negative by any means, I love flickr. I love the talent that I've found there. I enjoy the pictures, I'm grateful for the faves and comments I receive, and I sincerely hope they are genuine, because each fave and comment I give really is!
I'm very lucky in that hits to this site have recently improved by around 50% daily. This is incredible! I am overwhelmed and incredibly surprised by the amount of compliments I receive in world about my photo's and the blog itself.
Thank you to each of you who read or peruse my ramblings. Thank you for the silent support you show me, for the ridiculously loud support you give me (you know who you are!) and for generally just stopping by to check in.
Without you, this page would just be a bunch of Pickle Nonsense (and might still be *coughs*)!
Pose (Edited slightly) : #5 <K&S> Him & I. pose 3 (Gacha)
I'm really not in a very good place today. I'm okay. I'm just sad.
I've always had trouble making and maintaining friendships. A lot of that is due to my being a hard-headed, stubborn and opinionated Pickle, and I know I'm not for everyone... but it makes me crazy when I step back and actually figure out that a lot of the problem is that I'm just incapable of accepting people as-is, rather than looking at them in terms of potential.
Yesterday, I spoke to a woman who reminded me of a very toxic person who was in my life for 2-3 years on and off. She kind of reamed him a new asshole, but the only thing I could think of was how sad I was that I couldn't make him a better man. Trust me - he was horrible. He manipulated me on more than one occasion by pretending to be someone else, cheated on me and told me on Christmas, made me wait for him for 6 hrs on my birthday and was generally just a butthead... but there was a part of me that wanted so desperately to make him good, to have him understand that people need kindness, and I thought that by accepting him, flaws and all, I would be able to do that. I was wrong.
I know this makes me sound like a martyr, but there's been many times where I have pushed the 'right' people away because of a bad situation I was in.. I'm not perfect in the slightest.
I just feel like right now, I've gotten to the point where my little bubble is shrinking rapidly. and as much as I would love to allow every single human into it, I'm incapable. I've become more difficult to please, and while this might seem like a good thing, that i'm picking people who fit me and MY needs right now to stay, it also makes me feel incredibly sad because it's like a part of me wants to give the whole world the benefit of the doubt, and because I'm me, I can't.
Again, not sure where this is going. I suppose I'm just venting, rather than hoping any of this makes sense.
xoxo
I've been a little lapse in terms of the Photo Challenge stuffs, and I have no excuse really, except for the fact I'm a lazy bastid sometimes, and this might just be one of those times haha.
