#accidently deleted

[adornself]

[fawnuh]

I lost all my art

I know y'all don't care but I was dumb and somehow accidently ended up putting my ENTIRE ART FOLDER in the recycling bin and deleting it alongside some minecraft mods. I tried to recover it only for almost all the files to corrupt. I've lost over 4 years of work along with most of my pngtuber model, costume patterns, templates, adoptables I was selling and A TON of other things. If anyone knows how I could recover these PLEASE let tell me.

I have some of it saved to my phone but I can't access the .mdp s for anything

Content might be on hold for a bit while i figure this out

[seldompathic]

I imagine the phone call was life or death

[dailyfigures]

anyone else see that mha fan who committed a hit and run and then tweeted about not calling an ambulance and yelling exclamations like, and i quote, "OHMY GOD MY FIRST HIT AND RUN ???"

[ahahnopenope]

here's the picture i couldn't get out of my head

[berrykissd]

please suck on my tits while i play with your hair and draw shapes on your back... you can whine about your day and i'll kiss your head and coo at how cute you are, doesn't that sound good baby?

[kingskingsss]

[lxvvie]

fuck nasty!Ghost who shows you how much he misses you.

You were out running errands, leaving Simon, home from his latest deployment, to his own devices. All was going well—so you thought—until you heard the telltale ping of your phone and saw that he had texted you.

Simon probably needed you to pick something up for him on the way home. Mm. Doable. You opened the text under that innocent assumption.

And you know what they say about making assumptions.

Because right there in front of your very eyes was a picture of underwear. Your underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear you'd been searching for while you were getting dressed this morning.

They were covered in cum. Simon's cum.

You receive another text not even a second later: Miss you, sweetheart.

It was a miracle you didn't drop your phone.

[big8cola]

Redraw of this

[wheresthatwhale]

oh to be alone with you

[froegs]

I am my target audience

[effervescentwolf]

of things unknown <- ao3 link (with part 2 which I deleted here on accident…)

“I would know, right?” Buck asks Hen where they’re tucked together on the couch, on a slow day so silence has fallen over them, soft and comfortable. Hen is halfway to a nap, if Buck had to guess, and Buck is not. He can’t stop thinking, is the thing. He can’t stop replaying a conversation in his head that feels too private to say out loud. It felt too private to hear, even if it was meant for him. “If I was in love with Eddie,” he says, tapping his foot, fiddling with his phone, unlocking and locking, over and over.

The silence stretches. He doesn’t dare glance over, scared of what he’ll see. He knows Hen won’t lie to him. He knows he can trust her, but he’s terrified. He’s more terrified than he’s ever been in his life.

“Buck,” is all she says, and he can hear it all in her voice.

“I would know,” Buck insists, leaning his head back on the couch, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. “I would know if I’m in love with him.” He can’t breathe, not really. “I would’ve known.”

He knows she notes the tense change. “Have you talked to him?” she says, and Buck is so grateful for her, so glad that someone’s listening to him, that someone knows him enough to know where this is coming from.

“Yes,” he says, and he thinks of saying the words out loud.

“What did he say?” Hen asks, and the bubble of two expands to three.

“He said he was in love with me,” Buck says, easily, looking at the ceiling. He still can’t bear to look over. “He said he’s been in love with me for a long time.”

And he said it like a goodbye. Like it was okay to say because he was saying goodbye. That’s the part Buck can’t say out loud. It wasn’t any different than before, the phone call. They skipped hellos like they always do, talked easy, back and forth, and Eddie hadn’t said it any different than he said anything else. Said, “I think I’m going to be here for a while,” and Buck’s heart constricted, and then in the same breath, “and I think I’m in love with you. Think I have been for a while,” and it felt more like Buck was going to die. Like everything changed in one moment, and then as if nothing had happened, Eddie added on, voice wavering just once, “I tried that new recipe you sent me.”

Buck hadn’t even been able to touch it. “Did you like it?” he asked, barely breathing. And, “A while?” about coming back.

“Chris said it tasted like home,” Eddie said, quiet and warm, and quieter, “Years, I think.” Buck hadn’t known which one he was talking about, past or future, and he had been too scared to ask.

“Don’t wait for me,” Eddie said, firm and a little wistful, and Buck hadn’t responded so they kept talking about little nothings until Buck watched his phone go dark and sat on his couch staring into nothing until he thought he could stand up without his knees giving out from under him.

“Oh, Buck,” Hen says, and Buck loves her but he can’t bear to hear it.

His chest hurts so badly he has to put his hand to it, has to press. “I would’ve known,” he repeats, because he would’ve. How could he have missed something like that when he had Eddie? How could he be too late? He can’t be. He isn’t.

Years, Eddie said. Eddie had maybe been in love with him for years, and Buck didn’t know, and he didn’t realize he—he didn’t know he—

“I would’ve known if Eddie loved me,” he says, voice cracking, and that’s the heart of it. He would’ve known because he knows Eddie, because he worked hard on knowing him, everything about him, and if he had known, he would’ve loved him too because that’s what Eddie would have deserved and because it would’ve been easy loving Eddie back and because he would’ve been in love with Eddie too, if Eddie were in love with him. “How could I not know?”

He’s crying, he realizes through shaky breaths, and Hen wraps her arms around him. Buck slumps into her, puts his damp eyes on her shoulder, admits, here in a safe place, “He told me not to wait.”

“Sounds like he’s looking out for you,” Hen says, and Buck knows she’s right, but it’s the way she says it, sadly, like she knows it’s a goodbye too.

“I love him, Hen,” Buck says then because he couldn’t tell Eddie that on the phone, because he couldn’t torture them both. “I loved him.”

He would’ve given him everything, if only he had known, and it feels like that’s what Hen responds to when she murmurs, “I know.”

[trickstermelon]

Lining up the Suspects

✨Closeups

[back-to-rose]

@maireyart E-2 for the pose meme with characters of my choice! There you go, I chose these two idiots <3

[inspiredsimmerx]

Building with Life & Death - cc free

lot| Molly Manor, Ravenwood

details| 2 bed, 2 bath

price| $28,035

id| inspired_sims7

up for download on my gallery, speedbuild on yt

[luvlian]

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