#not tagging everyone dear lord LMFAO

[aycaiman]

the union minecraft server is in shambles

[hismajestysaerialcorps-temeraire]

I’m rereading my own AO3 fic right now (somebody tell the writer to get back to work because I need an update, oh wait, oh no), and I want to share the best part so far. Every time someone from the Bridgertons tragically misunderstands gossip surrounding a Temeraire Character, it gives me life.

Enjoy, this Temeraire/Bridgerton crossover is Flowers Of Gold by HereThereBDragons on AO3

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“Daphne Bridgerton had pulled her mother Violet away, and while Lord Bridgerton was not looking, Violet ushered her first daughter away from her eldest son’s dour misery. They managed to lose his sight entirely, and he went past them, presumably to harass Eloise and Penelope about Daphne’s location, perhaps hatching plans to send her to a convent or marry her to Napoleon or put her into a carriage and push it off a cliff.

They were saved then, by the heir to Hastings, who had also ducked quite impishly to avoid a trio of matchmaking mamas and their daughters. “Lady Bridgerton, Lady Daphne, it is…a delight to see you again.” He told her honestly, for Daphne had been one of the few who resolutely refused to fall in on herself or faint over his lordliness.

She was so very sensible, he wondered how much she must have seen or understood of her brother’s rakish ways. Every last one of them, except perhaps Gregory, who would have considerable time before leaning into the practice, was a rake. A damnable, sinful rake.

The only man in London he was sure was not a Rake was William Laurence, who paraded his bastard proudly before the world, every inch the devoted father, something even Queen Charlotte’s sinful princely sons could not bear to do. Duty prevented him and the Duchess from taking one another as man and wife, but they did not care, and flouted conventions entirely to assure the ton of his eternal regard for his willful illegitimate daughter and the woman who could not be his lawful wife.

Something his own father, with his stuttering legitimate first born son, could not bear to do. He would not marry a queen and make his father’s blood into kings and queens, never make a son like his own father and place him on a throne to wreak havoc like Napoleon; but perhaps a casual flirtation would do? An interest? A lady and a gentleman with a temporary agreement? She was a trifle young, which made him wonder where her obscene practicality about all things came from.

Daphne Bridgerton herself had admired the Heir to Hastings, and the way his coat hugged his chest. Perhaps if they strolled she’d be able to admire how his breeches fit. She wondered mildly where the thought surfaced from, before she replied to his earlier greeting by saying, “Simon Basset, Heir to Hastings. The day is brightened with your presence.” This remark was teasing, bordering salacious.

“How good to see you, Lord Basset,” Violet Bridgerton told the heir to Hastings, relieved.

“Lord Simon, please.” He told her fondly.

Perhaps he would stroll with Daphne and keep Anthony from causing a scene, Violet Bridgerton thought. “Would you perhaps be willing to accompany Daphne and I for a stroll?” He assented grandly, and offered Daphne and Violet each one of his arms, all but debonair.

Together they meandered, carefully avoiding sight of Lord Anthony, and chatted casually about the next events, mostly Innovations Ball, the latest Whistledown, and slowly but surely, Violet dropped back, feigning an excessive interest in a sleeve and then her fashionable pelisse.

Violet was approached by a smirking Agatha Danbury, looking over Simon Basset with a consternation that was approaching genuinely maternal. Together the older birds chattered away on plans, while Daphne and Simon made an awkward attempt to agree, without admitting to their mutual attraction, that they could pretend to have formed an affection, and that, with patience, they might find Lady Daphne a husband, and he might avoid the Parsons’ trap.

“You have no desire to wed one of the Queens?” Daphne asked, politely inquiring, but secretly thrilled to know she was a shield rather than a fishing hook.

“Absolutely not.” He told her, aghast, at the reminder on another’s lips. Lord Basset: King of Portugal? Or perhaps King of the Incans? Neither, he thought with a shudder. “I should prefer you speak nothing of it.”

“So you do not have any desire to take a wife? Is your mistress truly so gifted?” She handed him this burdensome question, with a casual air that bordered on the obscene. He thought then, of her, with her hair down, her smirking pink lips, her long lashes, and that hair of hers in his hands and trailing down his body.

Gifted indeed, he thought, looking at her smile like he had never truly noticed it before. She looks nothing like Anthony. She is also beautiful when she’s ready for mischief. “How careless your brothers must have been in your presence, for you to say such things,” he told her, with a blush rising to his cheeks. She was suddenly flustered, thinking of it in indignation, after all, she was certain Anthony’s companion was an opera singer, seeing his bill for last season.

She realized exactly how he interpreted this remark, and how heated his eyes were. She slapped his shoulder teasingly, but he merely took her hand and put it in his arm. “All the men in our company view me as a friend, or a sister, rather than a woman.”

“All the men of London are fools,” he told her bluntly. “Our arrangement may be all the better. If a lady such as yourself snares the attention of a future Duke, they will surely come running.”

“Just the sort of thing a lady wishes to hear,” she told him wryly.

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(Obligatory, all rights go to Julia Quinn and Naomi Novik, also this fic has older book Daphne so she’s 19 in 1810~1811)

[gothcsz]

First Sight | Frankie Morales x Black F!Reader | ~3.5k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: Two strangers discover they’ve been swapping movies through a communal space, each leaving a note in return until curiosity forces a meeting.

Tags: meet cute kinda i think, drug use (smoking weed), the movie swap box is definitely inspired by little free library, reader is a woman of color yet everyone is encouraged to read, pwp, smut, lust at first sight vibes, thigh fucking!, spanking, unprotected p in v, face riding, lil bit of dirty talk, pull out method strikes again, no use of y/n, reader is afab and able-bodied, no physical descriptions, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know okay, thanks!

A/N: helloooo this is my submission for @jolapeno's dear-uary challenge (i know i'm late pls...) so thank you jo for hosting! such a fun idea! 🖤 okay so i'm not usually a meet cute person but i wanted to challenge myself by writing it, which is why this took me forever to finish! i'm still a little iffy about the results and frankie's characterization—but fuck it, we ball! gotta start somewhere! shoutout to @mandaloriankait for reading over this as well when it was still in its early stages lmfao ummm i hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! 🖤

Francisco stands at the edge of his uncle’s property, staring at the house he now owns. The old man had lived like a ghost in his final years—ex-military (like himself), a recluse, barely seen except for maybe an occasional grocery run.

Now that he’s passed, the place is Frankie’s problem.

He planned to sell it, take the cash, and move on. But after really assessing it, taking in the sturdy bones of its structure, covered in grime and dust but still holding strong, he changed his mind. Maybe fixing it up would be good for him. 

Lord fuckin’ knows he needs something to get his mind right after all the shit he’s been through.

So that’s what he devotes his time to. He takes many trips to the local hardware store, flips through home improvement magazines to find tricks to make the process easier. On occasion, one of the guys will drop by to lend a hand, but for the most part it’s just been him. 

It also helps that the neighborhood is quiet, houses spaced out just enough to offer privacy but close enough that it isn’t completely isolated. A large pond stretches out, shared by the community, and it’s the kind of place that could feel like home, if he lets it.

Needing a break from the endless cleaning and repairs, he decides to go for a walk. The nicotine-laced weed dulls the edge of old cravings, a quiet battle he fights every day, choosing this over the harsher habits he’s trying to kick.

He wanders without aim, hands tucked in his pockets, the low hum of insects filling the gaps in silence. Something catches his eye as he approaches the end of the street—a small structure, half-concealed beneath the spill of a streetlamp.

Curious, he ambles closer. The old newspaper stand has been given new life, converted into a makeshift movie and book swap. Inside, a careful arrangement of DVDs and dog-eared paperbacks wait to be discovered. His fingers trace over the spines, skimming titles until he stops on one—Blade Runner.

As he pulls it out, a green post-it note, scrawled in neat, looping handwriting, flutters to the ground.

Always a bittersweet watch (I cried this last time) but it’s a comfort movie of mine. Also helps that Harrison Ford is a hunk!

His brows raise in amusement, as if weighing the personality behind the words. He pockets the note and takes the movie home.

Later that night, he’s sprawled on his couch, half-buried in old blankets, takeout on the coffee table as the film plays. He watches as Deckard moves through the neon-drenched streets, the melancholic score settling into his bones.

He doesn’t cry, obviously, but he does walk away from this viewing with something different than when he had watched it back on base years ago with the rest of the other lost twenty something year olds in his cohort.

By morning, he’s still thinking about the movie and the note along with it. On impulse, he plucks one of the carpenter pencils from his toolbelt, tapping it against the counter before messily scrawling his reply on the corner of a random sheet of his notepad.

The movie/book trade idea had been something you created back in high school—before the cynicism of adulthood had shattered your rose colored glasses.

Now, after financial setbacks had dragged you back to your childhood home, bringing it back felt like the kind of mindless distraction you needed. Something to keep your hands busy (even if temporarily) when your brain wouldn’t shut up about how shitty things have been lately.

Most people just stream whatever they want now, so this is pretty useless, but you don’t get hung up on that.

There is something nice about the physicality of it. Of leaving something you enjoy behind for a stranger to find and potentially be into as well. So, you revamped the idea and set it up in a spot where it wouldn’t be totally ignored, hoping maybe someone out there would get as much out of it as you used to.

You check in on it one afternoon, expecting to see everything exactly where you left it. Instead, you find empty spaces where movies had been. A book was gone too.

Your heart skips, just a little. For the first time in a while, something doesn’t feel like a total waste of time.

You spot a note haphazardly taped to the cover of the Blade Runner DVD case.

Didn’t cry, but I respect the existential crisis. Also think I agree with the Harrison Ford statement.

A grin pulls at your lips, eyeing the messy handwriting. Someone was actually playing along.

Over the next few days, the exchanges continue. Each time the stranger returns a movie, they leave a note and a film of their own. It is exhilarating for no reason, getting to know someone in this way.

Disagree with your take, bad movie all around, but I see where you’re coming from.

At least you aren’t an asshole about it like everyone else…

…Didn’t expect to be into period dramas, but this hit different. You have decent taste.

I do have decent taste, thanks for noticing!

It became an obsession—checking the box first thing in the morning, wondering what he’d taken next, what he’d written.

Who was he? What did he look like? Most of the neighborhood was made up of older residents, so the idea of someone more your age participating in this felt strangely intimate, almost like a secret conversation no one else knew about.

You never ask for a name or anything, neither does he. It’s more fun this way. The animosity of it, but still, you can’t help but wonder what he is really like. Was it possible to crush on someone like this? Were you actually down this bad?

You finally meet him one night.

Movie in hand, he stands beneath the golden hue of the streetlight. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, full lips that look almost too pretty for someone as rugged as him, framed by a patchy beard. His worn t-shirt clings to his broad chest and toned arms, the fabric stretched just right, hinting at the solid muscle beneath.

His cap sits low, his dark curls peeking out along the edges.

Your gaze drags over him, drinking him in. His eyes meet yours and the lust you feel in that moment threatens to disorient you.

“Hello,” his raspy voice breaks the silence first, also shameless in the way he checks you out.

“Hey.”

For a moment, neither of you move as the tension simmers, absentmindedly taking a step towards each other.

He shifts, rubbing a hand along his jaw. “You the one leaving those notes?”

“Depends,” you tease, tilting your head. “You the one writing back?”

His grin widens just slightly, a lopsided thing that sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. “Guilty.”

You cross your arms, attempting to play it cool. “I was starting to think I was talking to old man Paul or something.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle at the fact that you’ve named his now dead uncle. “Close enough. I’m his nephew, Francisco—call me Frankie.” He extends his hand to shake yours and you feel yourself getting hot all over from the simple, normal fucking interaction, giving him your name in return.

His hands are so big.

“Nephew? I didn’t know he had family.”

“Not really a family man. He passed away a few weeks ago and I was the lucky one he left his house to.”

You’re about to express your condolences, but it’s like he can feel it coming before the words even form on your lips. “Don’t—it’s fine. I hate that pity shit.”

You laugh, a little nervously, though his brown eyes seem to settle your nerves. 

“Well, Frankie,” you say his name, as if testing it out, familiarizing your mouth with it. “Thanks for playing along with this,” you motion vaguely to the swap box.

“I like it. Keeps me entertained while I fix up the place...” He exhales, glancing at the smaller structure before looking back at you. “It’s weird, though. Feels like I already know you.”

You nod, feeling the same. It should be strange, standing here at night flirting with a man you really don’t know… but it isn’t. 

He lifts the DVD in his hand. Heat—classic crime thriller. “I was gonna watch this tonight.”

The invitation hovers, your tongue flicking over your lips in anticipation.

“You in?”

A smarter version of you might have hesitated. Might have thought about the risks, the potential awkwardness. But standing here with Frankie watching you like he already knows what your answer is, hesitation isn’t an option.

You grin. “Sure, why not.”

Things escalate fast.

You’re sitting on the couch, the low hum of the movie playing in the background, the two of you exchanging quiet comments between drags of the joint he so effortlessly rolled.

The space between you shrinks. His fingers graze your thigh, intentional but unhurried.

You don’t remember who moves first. Maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s him. But your bodies are pressed together, mouths hungry, hands wandering. His cap gets flicked off, curls spilling into your fingers as you tug him closer, inhaling the scent of smoke and tasting the candy he’d been snacking on.

The movie is forgotten. The joint smolders in the ashtray. You straddle his lap, rolling your hips down, and he groans against your mouth, gripping your waist.

Somewhere between deep drags of each other’s kisses and the slow, filthy grind of your pussy against bulge, he requests, “Let me taste you...” Biting at your lower lip, kneading your ass.

You’re not about to object to a man willingly wanting to go down on you. Nodding, you both quickly undress each other, your want for him only increasing with each layer that gets shed.

Now you’re here. Your thighs bracket his jaw, the arm of the couch supporting you as you sink down into the urgent heat of his mouth. The first slow, wet drag of his tongue at your slit makes you moan pathetically. 

His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down like he wants this—like he needs this.

The scratch of his scruff against your sensitive skin makes it all the better. He’s not gentle—he’s messy, hungry, eating you out like it’s all he’s been thinking about since laying his eyes on you. His tongue flicks, circles, then flattens as he drags it up through your slick folds, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking just right.

Your head tips back, a broken cry slipping out.

“God, you’re so good at this,” you gasp, rolling your hips against his talented mouth.

Frankie groans in response, the vibration of it sending sparks up your spine. His nose presses right where you need it, and you swear you see stars when he starts moving his head with you, matching your rhythm, letting you ride his face.

Your fingers tighten in his curls, tugging hard. He grunts as one of his hands slides lower, wrapping around his leaking cock. He strokes himself in time with his tongue working you over, his other hand gripping your ass, spreading you wider to get a better taste of all of you.

You don’t even realize how desperate you sound, whimpering… pleading. Your grinding then shifts as his tongue goes taut and you start bouncing softly against his jaw, your hips swiveling in ways you didn’t even know you could move, your body instinctively chasing after his mouth.

He doesn’t let up. If anything, he gets more into it as you do, his tongue fucking into you before moving back to your clit, his swollen lips working magic, sucking, teasing, wrecking you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—”

Your words melt into a strangled whine as your orgasm crashes into you, your whole body shaking while you come apart on his tongue. Frankie doesn’t stop—he eats you through it, his grip on your hips tightening as you ride out every last wave of your orgasm.

Then—smack.

Your eyes fly open as his palm connects with your ass, the sting mixing with the aftershocks in the best way possible. He does it again, harder this time, a smirk tugging at his lips when you jolt.

The sting of each spank feels so fucking good that you start sobbing, damn near pulling the hair out of his scalp when he harshly sucks on your clit.

He’s been holding himself back from finishing in his fist, but suffocating between your thighs while hearing your pretty noises nearly undoes him.

Continuing to stave off his own release, he grips the girthy base of cock tightly. He needs more. Needs to feel the walls of your pussy squelching around him, pulling him in deeper.

And from the way you’re looking down at him, mouth parted, eyes shining with satisfaction, he knows you need the same damn thing.

He maneuvers out from under you quickly and efficiently, his dexterous training being put to use, pushing your upper half flat into the old couch while your hips remain in the air, thighs pressed together.

Francisco slides the fat tip of his cock through the swollen lips of your pussy, getting himself wet, groaning deep in his chest before pressing his heated dick at your silky thighs, the lubrication of your juices making it easy for him to slip between them, the pressure against his cock having him curse beneath his breath.

“So fuckin’ soft.”

His left hand crosses at your lower back to grab at your right hip while the other lands a harsh smack to your ass. You whimper, but the sound is muffled from how your face is buried into the cushions.

He soothes over the sting with his palm before gripping tight again, using the leverage to thrust between your thighs, the thick weight of his cock teasing you with every stroke, your clit puffy and dripping, needing to feel him inside you.

“Put in, Frankie, please,” you whimper, the squeeze at your thighs causing your cunt to clench around nothing, pushing more of your slick out, pussy drooling for him.

He grunts, pressing a firm hand to your lower back, arching you deeper, adjusting the angle. He spreads you enough to give himself room to line himself up.

“So eager for this dick,” he taunts, swirling the head of his cock at your clit before tapping it repeatedly, the evidence of your horniness clinging to him in a sticky web with every smack.

Frankie teases you by running it up the seam of your pussy, notching it at your fluttering and needy hole before pulling out and repeating the action, driving you crazy. “You always put out this fast?”

You grind back against him, pushing onto your elbows, voice breathy but flirty. “Could ask you the same thing.”

He doesn’t reply, a smug smile on his lips as he finally gives it to you, sinking into the wet cavern of your cunt, groaning out a Fuuuuuck as your pussy stretches around the intrusion of his cock.

You try to moan, to say something, but no sound comes out—just a desperate gasp, eyes falling shut, fingers clawing at the rough couch fabric as he fills you completely.

He doesn’t rush. He takes his time, savoring every squeeze, every tremble. His thrusts start slow, deep, rolling his hips just right, pulling out almost entirely before pressing back in, making you feel every thick inch.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”

The heat of his body blankets yours as he lowers himself, his weight pressing you deeper into the couch. His mouth is everywhere—kissing up your spine, nipping at your shoulder, his mustache scraping against your oversensitive skin. When he bites down you whine, your cunt clenching tight around him.

His thrusts speed up a notch, somehow getting deeper and harder—grinding into you just right, making your breath stutter.

“Yes—yes—right there,” you sob, turning your head to look at him… or well, try to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over with thick tears of euphoria, barely able to make anything out but you can feel him everywhere. His breath fanning against your face, a small amount of spit stuttering out as he grunts, burying himself over and over inside your tight, wet pussy.

Your nails dig into the old, tacky couch, trying to keep yourself somewhat grounded as he screws the thoughts right out of your brain.

It’s everything you’ve needed. Life has been fucking you over relentlessly as of late, it’s about damn time you finally get a pounding that’s actually worth it. 

Frankie groans against your ear as he keeps up the brutal pace. “Pretty movie girl likes it deep, huh?” You could honestly get off by just the sound of his raspy voice. “Shit, never had it like this before, have you?”

You shake your head—not out of denial, but because fuck, he’s right. Nothing has ever felt this good.

His lips brush over your cheek and then he’s kissing you sloppily, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. You moan into his mouth as the pleasure at your pussy blooms again, your second orgasm creeping up fast under the weight of his praise, his cock hitting all the right spots, stretching you wide.

Frankie growls into the kiss, pulling back just enough to watch your face as he ruins you.

“Gonna make you come on my dick,” he mutters, gripping your chin, making sure you’re looking at him while he fucks into that one spot that devistates you. “And you’re gonna take every fuckin’ bit of it.”

And God—you will. You want to.

Because you already know this is the type of sex you’ll be feeling for days.

A few more relentless thrusts, and you’re done for. Your body shakes beneath him, muscles seizing, wails and sobs absorbed by the cushion your cheek is pressed into.

“Shhh just like that, doin’ so good—shit this pussy is amazing.”

Frankie holds you down, his weight keeping you exactly where he wants you. His grip shifts to the armrest, fingers curling tight, using the leverage to piston into you rougher. The couch jerks across the hardwood floor with each thrust, the force of it sending shockwaves up your spine.

The end credits song plays somewhere in the background, barely audible over the obscene sounds of your fucking.

His breathing gets ragged, his rhythm faltering as he chases his own high. He pulls out abruptly, chest heaving, and licks the tips of his fingers before spreading your pussy open, angling his cock right at your slick, swollen cunt.

Hot ropes of cum spill from his slit, milky and thick, painting your used flesh, dripping down onto the couch beneath you. The sight is filthy, so fucking erotic it makes his cock throb in his fist.

He groans at the mess, at the way his release pools against the cleft of your clit. He pushes inside again before either of you can think, his cum and yours mixing as he fucks into you, more fervently this time, dragging out the pleasure until his cock begins to soften.

You’re too spent to do anything but take it, too blissed out to care. All you know is that you want this again. Over and over and over...

“Damn,” Frankie chuckles, still breathless, his curls damp with sweat. His hands move lazily over your body, tracing the curve of your spine, your waist, your thighs, before he leans over to grab his discarded gray tee.

He doesn’t think twice before using it to clean you up, wiping between your legs with a casual ease.

You hum in response, floating somewhere between the high of the weed and the sex. You could crash right here, stretched out on his couch, and be perfectly content.

“You good?” The hot edge of lust has barely cooled when he’s touching you again, stroking his big, warm hand up and down your back.

You don’t nod, just manage a lazy, “Mhm… just need a second.”

He smirks and a wink is thrown in your direction before he stands, sliding his sweatpants on and fixing the couch to its original position before disappearing into the halfway renovated kitchen.

You stretch your limbs, pulling your clothes back on with no real rush. Your body is warm, loose. When Frankie returns, he hands you a glass of water, and you thank him softly, realizing how parched you are when you down the whole thing in one go.

“We didn’t finish the movie,” he muses, lounging back on the couch like he hadn’t just given you the best sex of your life.

“Bummer,” you tease, looking at him over your shoulder.

His gaze flickers from the screen to you, a glint in his dark eyes catching in the glow of the TV.

“You could stay the night,” he offers smoothly. “We could watch somethin’ else… maybe fuck some more too.”

His head tilts slightly, curls messy and inviting. The broad expanse of his naked chest gleams, rising and falling with steady, easy breaths. And then there’s the soft bulge in his sweats, evidence that he’s not nearly as spent as he looks.

Your mouth damn near waters.

You narrow your gaze at him, playful, challenging. Frankie mirrors the expression, watching, waiting…

You both move at the same time.

[ybcpatrick]

rules: answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you want to get to know better. I was tagged by @setting-in-a-honeymoon thaaaaank you gracieeeee

name/nickname: kell!

gender: agender

star sign: aries/taurus cusp

height: 5'9"

time: 11:46pm

birthday: april 19th

favourite bands: fall out boy, my chemical romance, green day, the 1975, twenty one pilots (edit the next day I FORGOT MARIANAS TRENCH WTF IS WRONG W MEEEEEE)

favourite solo artists: trixie mattel, halsey, patrick stump, gerard way, owl city

song stuck in my head: mr. rattlebone by matt maeson

last film: oh shit um. i think it was fucking cars 2 because my dad and i's curiosity got the better of us after ten years

last show: friday night smackdown

when I made this blog: february 24th, 2014

what I post: pretty much anything i want, but i parade myself around under the guise of a fob blog bshljsdvks

last thing I googled: how to know if you're iron deficient

other blogs: @angelofthefuckinlord for supernatural, @2words4ya for wrestling, and @twothousandz for nostalgia

do I get asks: yes which is funny cause i'm the absolute fucking worst at answering them and everyone knows it

why I chose my url: i'm a stannie and also a sexy, sexy winner. my url is my only flex

following: 301

followers: 1067

average hours of sleep: 6-7 hours

lucky numbers: 14 and 67

instruments: piano, acoustic guitar and ukulele

what I am wearing: a fob shirt for a tour i never went to, and my cactus pyjama shorts that i got from my partner

dream trip: i'm a basic bitch i wanna go to new york.

favourite food: lasagnaaaaaaaa

nationality: canadian. a4 printer paper ass white.

favourite song: just one yesterday by fall out boy feat. foxes

last book read: oh dear LORD i haven't finished a book in years. last one i opened, though, was trixie and katya's guide to modern womanhood

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: bro none of them they're all horrible and scary danny phantom!! and that's it

favourite colour: GREEN

tagging: @ybcpete even tho i know all ur answers lmfao, @leafyychu, @boy-with-the-thorn-in-his-eyes, @asthesunwentdown, and @residentjoth!! no pressure to you guys!!

[blorbosexterminator]

AND I am back. Once again on this lovely day to give my review for the EPISODE 24 so, here we go :

Agustin is squinting his eyes at him, as Sergio keeps muttering that Agustin has in fact done what he just mentioned he did and which both of them have known for years. 

Federico is 99% dead?! Damn, what is Sergio's gonna do?! Make it 100% ? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(I got a feeling that Federico is the kidnapper or atleast a very important lead to them)

Btw, WHO IS FEDERICO?! Tatiana's alive husband?!

(Look at me, hoping like a moron she aint dead

My dog : Yep, total moron 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Me :

Me : NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR BITCH-ASS OPINION, YOU DUMB-FUCK DONKEY!!!! 😡😡😡)

Martin, my darling, my sweetheart, my poor angel. Nada, some help? Atleast gimme some tips, bruh, come on, you cant desert me like that. Not when I need to help someone 🙁🙁🙁

since, drunk, the last idea he got was that Laura turned out to be completely insane and kidnapped Andrés to marry him

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Martin, honey, stop drinking. This getting out of hand 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. But then again, Andres is so hot poor thing keeps on doubting.

As Roci said in one of the tags, his wives deserve the highest civilian award for putting up with him.

(Although, I just had a frisky thought. What if Sergio wanted Andres away from Martin, not because he cared bout his hermano but......😳😳😳😳😳 *whispers loudly* he wanted Andres all for himself? In *frantically looks around* INCEST WAY?!)

(Calm down, my deranged mind, you went too far 🤣🤣🤣)

Who knows, it could be the professor he punched in the middle of an exam once. Martín doesn’t think he has forgiven him.

Mood, bruh, such a mood 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 NO, OMG 😆😆😆 I didnt do it, but I do kinda have a beef with my Organic prof. I'll go off tangent again, so tell me if you wanna know the story.

He sent Silene in disguise to collect the cctv from the nearby shops and streets. His own cctv has been disabled since the IT bitch ruined it, Martín will kill him when he gets them back.

I think if and only IF Silene finds something good, her % of redemption will increase.

(Raquel s2e7 deja vu, I see what you did there 😏)

And Martin about to go John Wick on anyone & everyone. I tell ya Keanu Reeves will be crying when he sees Martin go nuts. I am willing to bet he'll pull a gun on the poor milkman, who just wanna do his job 😆😆😆

So he calls Bogota, with a little (not that little) handwritten list in his hand with the names of people he thinks he might have ruined their life in the past. 

Martin : Okay, I'll just take out the list and

*the paper rolls out the door, travels around the world for 5 times and comes back while going over top of Everest and bottom of Marina Trench*

No, it’s because when he hated Martín, he had always hated him openly. If he wanted to hurt him, then he’d just try to stab him in the middle of the living room.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Bogota, did Tatiana have any family?”

“No, who of us did, Martín?”

“You literally have 7 children and 7 ex-wives.”

COMEDY GOLD, NADA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Those kids are ungrateful bastards, if I fall dead tomorrow they would just run to see what they’ve inherited.”

Aka THE PLOT of 70% Indian Telenovas 🤣🤣🤣. Also this line alone has so much soap opera vibes 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

He has no choice but to go to fucking Sergio Marquina. And if it’s his wife, then even better. Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer. 

For fuck sake, Martín, Ive been telling you from last 2 ep

Stop. Blaming. Raquel.

Also, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 damn, these 2 assholes cant keep away from each other. Nada, are we sure these 2 married the right people? As much I am a Berlermo ship stan, this here is just smth else 😆😆😆

Uh-oh 🙁 this asshole son of a bitch just poked the mama bear. And if ANDRES of all people narrows his eyes at you, You are, quoting Martin from last ep, truly, utterly, entirely, thoroughly and wholly fucked.

“Do you know him?”

“Oh yes, a childhood friend, I stole his pencil once and he never forgave me. Have you heard this Paula? Don’t steal your friends’ pencils, they will never get over the betrayal. You could steal the teacher’s ones though.”

“Why did you steal his pencil?” Paula asked seriously, with a delirious tone, and too tired to even move her head upwards. Raquel is gonna kill every single person involved for doing this to her daughter.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sassy Andres = Best Andres. Words that should be written with GOLD. Wisdom passed onto generations

Poor Paula 🤣🤣🤣 I just imagine this in some other situation :

Andres : *saying smth smth*

Paula : *taking notes & asking questions*

Raquel after seeing her daughter :

Look what you made me do

🎶But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do🎶

(Look what you made me do by Taylor Swift)

I am telling you Nada, by the time Raquel will be done with everyone, Uma Thurman will cry buckets because no one, okay?, no one can compete with A MAMA BEAR RAQUEL MURILLO.

“Poison is a woman’s choice of weapon, Anibal. Don’t be disrespectful.”

Again, words of wisdom. Only time hes not being a misogynist.

Also, Andres, my dear, are you speaking this from experience?

(Why do I think that Martin got Tatiana killed cause she poisoned him and Martin had to watch Andres fight for his life in hospital?)

“He won’t say anything, Mama. He’s the one who kidnapped grandma with Silene!”

Is anyone gonna listen to her? Or do I need to bonk Raquel myself? 🤦‍♀️

“Silence!” she screams. “I need to know everything that happened, if we’re getting out of here alive.” 

FINALLY!!!! SOME COMMON SENSE!!!! WE THANK THE LORD FOR MERCY!!!

And as for me, its time for me to say goodbye and goodnight (Cause its quarter to 12 rn in my watch)

AND ILL SEE YALL TOMORROW 🤗 BYE!!! 🙋‍♀️

I'm back as well! And we've finally caught up with each other.

Valid reaction. Sergio is also slowly going insane. Love that for him.

He's hoping he could. We all know this family has beef with that last one percentage.

(we'll see👀👀👀)

Hope is all we got at this point afabgs.

Now, now, don't speak to him like that. He has valid criticism.

I'd help him if I could, but alas (lmfao no, I do love them suffering)

Same recommendation. But he just, poor boy, could nothing to think of. So might as well be Laura. (also fair, who knows, maybe Andrés gets constantly kidnapped and forced into marriage)

Definitely, she's 100%. I really don't know how they do it.

Avsnsjsvjshsjs all theories are valid. Maybe Sergio does want Martín or Andrés, who knows what goes in the head of that fucker.

Seems like an interesting story! I never got along with my chemistry teachers. (Got one once to tell me that he's still not kicking me out of class only because he feels bad for my parents that they have to deal with me and they'll be the ones who will have to deal with the mess lmfao.)

Yes, have some faith in her!

100% accurate. Martín is this close from just shooting random people in the supermarket because they also could be the ones who kidnapped Andrés.

HAHAHA YES. This is exactly how the scene went.

We stan honesty in this house.

So happy you found it funny!!

I can confirm! Like 70% of all Egyptian drama as well.

I don't think he's hearing you well. But afnajscsgsh SAME. Okay look, now I really understand show runners with super homoerotic ships that they refuse to make canon. You try and make two male characters hate each other so much for plot then it slips and gets homoerotic.

Totally agree. This guy isn't making enemies with the right people (they are all dumb, but also none of them have anything that even resembles a moral compass)

Totally agree. This guy is honestly super amusing to watch and it's mainly because he's incapable of taking any situation in life seriously.

This family is really iconic. (love the song agsnsg) but also like Raquel would basically tell her after writing done his notes just put the title on top: things to never, ever, do.

I believe you! They really fucked with the wrong dumb family.

I mean, he's still a misogynist. Maybe some of us really like dagger, has he considered that?

That's as valid theory as any right there.

Hopefully Raquel will finally start listening to the child!

Raquel is the only one with a semblance of common sense.

Hope you had a good sleep! I'll see you tomorrow!

[tepkunset]

X-Force Vol 5 #4

Well I found a proper tag for these things.

Yeah I really don’t feel like finishing this tonight because I am just. Really tired and angry and saddened over more important things but. Whatever. Here it is.

TL;DR Synopsis:

Blah blah shit happens anyway that part in the last one one these where I said “if someone’s gotta die, I’m sure as fuck glad it’s the guy I don’t care about, and not someone I actually do?” I should have kept my fucking mouth shut, because James better not actually be dead.

Alright, Actual TL;DR Synopsis:

Deathlok turns out to be fine, what a relief (that was sarcasm). Tabitha and Sam try and help the captured mutants escape while Domino, James, Shatterstar and Baby Cable go off into the base. Baby Cable reveals that he is actually looking for Rachel (at least someone is) and Domino gets angry that wow, to absolutely no one’s surprise, he was hiding something. Constantin gets in a big mech suit to fight Ahab and kills him before X-Force could interrogate him. However, the escaped mutants lead them to the fancy portal and say that Rachel went through there, and low and behold the portal activates, James gets struck with a magic something through the chest, and also to no one’s surprise, Stryfe steps out.

Things I like About This Issue:

Tabitha continues to be outstandingly better than everything else in this series, and I for one vote no one else open their mouths except for her. It would probably improve things.

Also her picture in comparison to all the others on the previously page makes me laugh, everyone’s so angry and then there’s Boom Boom:

I was really afraid that Marvel was just going to forget about Rachel for an indiscernible amount of time after what happened to her in Extermination, (which frankly I’d still like a better explanation for, but whatever,) so I’m glad that’s not the case.

There wasn’t anything really stand-out out-of-character this time. So, that’s an improvement. 

That scene with Constantin in the control room or whatever it was, I like how it looked like the Death Star. I wish we had more less overt things like that to tell the reader what a horrible villain he is, instead of only him just yelling evil things.

Things I Dislike About This Issue:

I’m convinced that the artwork has gotten even worse, especially for Jimmy. It’s like he’s getting more caricature-like every issue, which I wasn’t sure was even possible after #1. But it especially stands out whenever he’s standing next to someone who isn’t drawn like a racist sports mascot:

And at the same time he’s whitewashed, like. Wow. I am honestly pretty sure this is the worst art I have ever seen for him. It’s starting to get to me to be completely honest, even though I know that’s just basically asking for people to tell me I’m just ‘too sensitive’ or whatever. But this is legitimately one of the hardest things about continuing to read this, seeing one of Marvel’s handful of Indigenous heroes drawn in such a disgraceful manner.

There’s a good chance that this is one of the series that Sunspot is gonna appear in when he finally returns (it was said there will be three,) and dear lord I hope they get a new artist by then, because I can only imagine what this guy Burnett will do to him...

Not even remotely on the same level as the art for Jimmy, but Shatterstar’s emo fringe at times in this issue fucking killed me LMFAO he looks more like an angsty teenager than Baby Cable.

Alright, moving on from the art...

Can I just say that I find it hard to believe that Ahab can just fucking pull shit out of Deathlok and everything is perfectly compatible with his own robotics? Like it’s hard enough finding a USB charger that’s compatible with my phone to borrow at work, let alone a “tachyon probability generator.” And what exactly was the point of him taking that, anyway? It didn’t actually add anything to the story. He died all the same and Deathlok got it back. But also, why is it that Ahab was able to use it to apparently see whatever it is he saw with Baby Cable, but Deathlok couldn’t/can’t? Or is he just being an asshole and seeing that stuff but not telling anyone?

Alright now to address the thing that’s got me invested in the issue after the next, but not for a good reason: That scene where Jimmy takes a hit right through the chest? Yeah, I swear if that actually kills him, I will riot. He has a healing factor and has survived similar shit before, but I’m afraid all the same because his powers entirely depend on whatever writers care to remember, and given that there’s been no depiction/reference of his healing abilities thus far, I’m afraid that Brisson is gonna have him die. Then the fact that he shouldn’t die will make it all the more infuriating.  And now you expect me to give a fuck about next issue’s “origin of Kid Cable?” Yeah right, where’s the fast-forward button? I don’t even give a fuck about Stryfe. I just want to know of James is okay.

Anyway, I know I keep saying this, but this series is just so overall blah thus far at best. I’m mostly bored... Why am I bored reading an action-packed superhero comic book featuring a number of my favourite characters? There is nothing knew; what’s happening here has all been done before, except better. The characters are all stagnant--no, worse than stagnant, some of them have regressed or are just totally OOC. And all reading this series does is makes me want to read classic X-Force yet again. 

This series is just X-Force Vol 3 but with X-Force Vol 1 characters, and it feels so wrong.

[treason-and-plot]

REPLIES TO RAJ’S DINNER DATE PART 1

@zx-ta

rocket boobs, gravity itself fears them

@pixelcurious

Now I understand the look on Mia's face.

@city-mouse

Because waving that Barbie lookalike in her face wasn't torture enough, oviously... *eyeroll*

@hyperkaos

*smirkgigglesnork* heh heh heh

@shhhushhh

Do you know who would like Amelia's assets a lot? Roy! He also has the habit to second Raj's choices of female companion. 😁

Yeah but her hair colour would be a turn off. I think the only time Roy has ever been with a blonde was when he had a threesome with Crystal and Ingrid,( and history didn’t record whether he actually put his dick anywhere near Ingrid, so maybe he has NEVER had sex with a blonde!) 

@tyrellsimsoficeandfire

I want to see how Mia react towards that poor copy of her 😉

Mia is very much the consummate professional, as Raj will find out.

@sims3hasstoppedworking

Amelia is basically a gold digger and everyone knows that. I can't how Raj used her to go to the restaurant where Mia works without it being suspicious 😂

@wannabecatwriter

We get it Raj, you're testing Mia's reaction under trying curcumstances. I think she'll prove herself.

You guessed Raj’s true intentions from the start, Diana!

@ticklemerainbows

I love the sims in the background looking on with varying degrees of disgust on their faces.

@ktarsims

xD

@simsmidgen

All those judgy Sims faces, I love it. Poor Anna, I mean Amelia, she's probably a very nice girl 😏

@zeussims

Amelia is just a cheap copy, Mia is a thousand times better in every way!

@sweetnovember77

smh @ Amelia. In the words of dj khaled: “congratulations, you played yourself”

@madamvolta

Lord Jeebus those titties and that tan 😂

@miraakles

Lmfao. I feel like Raj is playing her so hard.

@wannabecatwriter

He's Mr. Sly.

@princessdejamars

he's toying with Mia.....slicker than the oyster snot he's about to ingest

@miraakles

Princess please.. that comment just ruined what I was gonna say and any future oysters I was gonna try. ;-;

@zx-ta

I'm giggling! This man! Mia, my girl, you're doing great!

@reverieinsimlish

OTOH, if a man needs to eat an aphrodisiac after getting out of prison, he's not that into you honey. But I'm sure Amelia will tell all her friends about his amazing stamina.

@justanothersimsblog

Lmao

@hyperkaos

Dear Amelia, you are a nothing but a mouse being tagged between two very ferocious cats; one rather more aggressive than the other, but the lesser is mighty damned agile and quite capable of swatting the hell out of anyone in her way, and you have no idea. And I do believe THIS answers my question perfectly, Pru. ;) Brava xxxxxx

@lilsisterg

If this was a test, Mia passed with flying colors!

@simsmidgen

You have your answer now Raj. Mia, go put something 'special' in his oysters ;)

@zeussims

I think Mia will serve Raj a plate of well dressed breasts. XD

@ktarsims

xD Raj, you're so smart typically... I'm not sure this was your best move.

Oh, Raj always knows what he’s doing ;=) 

@sweetnovember77

whelp. there it is there. Raj plans to smash and dash.

No, lolol! That’s not his style at all. 

@tyrellsimsoficeandfire

How he basically told her that nothing would happen with Amelia 🤣🤣🤣

@shhhushhh

I can't make myself ship Raj and Mia, even though they are both favorite characters. Call me crazy but I still hope for Raj/Naomi reunion.

@sims3hasstoppedworking

Why is Amelia still not tagged as torpedo boobs? 😜

She is!! ;=)

@ice-creamforbreakfast

That last line just ended the world XD

[toxoplasmajuice]

Collins MMBC Replies 19

in whole because i forgot to do part 1 replies

@cafesimming​ replied to your photoset “¦ [Missy]: Jesus! Who– [Missy, Ian]: [SCREAMS] Victim: Aria McFarlan  ...”

oh jesus

see this is why i had to warn in advance

@jackssims​ replied to your photoset “¦ [Missy]: Jesus! Who– [Missy, Ian]: [SCREAMS] Victim: Aria McFarlan  ...”

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

:’(((

jackssims replied to your photo “[Farha]: N-No… this isn’t… this can’t… Aria…”

Peeping the Shark Attack Ghost 👀 (if I'm right that is)

it is!

jackssims replied to your photo “[Missy]: Wh– [Ian]: W-Why would they– [Joelle]: He’s alive. I checked....”

NOOO

jackssims replied to your photo “[Missy]: Wh– [Ian]: W-Why would they– [Joelle]: He’s alive. I checked....”

CLOVER NO

I’m So Sorry

@geezsims​ replied to your photo “[Missy]: Okay, okay… what do you remember? Do you remember anything?...”

aw geez </3

i kno :’(

geezsims replied to your photo “[Missy]: Okay, okay… what do you remember? Do you remember anything?...”

that was supposed to be a broken heart, tumblr...

i fixed it up there i got yr back

geezsims replied to your photo “[Noé]: I’d never–!! I-I don’t know h-how I ended up here, but I-I’d...”

did you draw this on??? it looks really good, dude

i did! thank u

geezsims replied to your photo “[Farha]: N-No… this isn’t… this can’t… Aria…”

:((((

i am So, So Sorry

cafesimming replied to your photo “[Missy]: Wh– [Ian]: W-Why would they– [Joelle]: He’s alive. I checked....”

I CALLED IT ALSO I HATE YOU

now ive been Sorry but when i get all caps declarations of hatred i cant help but be a lil :3c as well

cafesimming replied to your photo “[Noé]: I’d never–!! I-I don’t know h-how I ended up here, but I-I’d...”

im gonna Fite whoever the killer is

cafesimming replied to your photo “[Missy]: Okay, okay… what do you remember? Do you remember anything?...”

I WILL FITE THEM CLOVER

1 vote = 1 fite

ignore the fact that im doing replies after the poll has gone thru. there will be another poll

cafesimming replied to your photo “[Missy]: Okay, okay… what do you remember? Do you remember anything?...”

AND THEN I'LL FITE YOU

WHOA NOW WAIT A SECOND

Short Post-Reply-Post EP18 Reply Commercial Break:

@avtvmnsalad​ replied to your photoset “[Farha]: [EXAGGERATED SHRIEKING] [Noé]: [covered up by machine and...”

tag urself i'm [louder exaggerated shrieking]

im [yelling, but still covered up by machine and shrieking]

avtvmnsalad replied to your photoset “[Aria]: [deep inhale] ♪ SomeBODY once told me the world is gonna roll...”

god DAMN IT

I SAID ONCE ON TWITTER I’D DO IT AND I DID IT

Back To Business:

avtvmnsalad replied to your photoset “¦ [Missy]: Jesus! Who– [Missy, Ian]: [SCREAMS] Victim: Aria McFarlan  ...”

omfg

u see now why drawing blood on screenshots costed so much

jackssims replied to your photoset “[Ian]: …Here’s the results. [Missy]: Yeah.”

Someone came in clutch and broke the tie

after the last results i dunno if missy could handle another tie

jackssims replied to your photoset “[Farha]: …[sigh] [leans back] … [slip] [Farha]: Wha–!...”

Your tag says it's not a death scene, but I still Fear

your fear is Understandable

jackssims replied to your photoset “[Cordelia]: H-Hold still, I’ll get you back up– [DISTANT EXPLOSION]...”

@ Hope's Peak Kids: They were having a moment

and also trying not to die

cafesimming replied to your photoset “[Cordelia]: H-Hold still, I’ll get you back up– [DISTANT EXPLOSION]...”

distant... explosion?

It Begins

cafesimming replied to your photoset “[Asha]: But here’s the real question: is the water nice? [Farha]: Uh…”

is asha abt to jump into the pool from the balcony lmao

jackssims replied to your photoset “[Asha]: Woo!! [Cordelia]: Asha–! [Joelle]: That’s gonna hurt from–...”

ASHA

cafesimming replied to your photoset “[Asha]: Woo!! [Cordelia]: Asha–! [Joelle]: That’s gonna hurt from–...”

dear lord asha dont do th a t

when the water calls for u... u must

jackssims replied to your photoset “and here’s the last post for everyone else trapped on safe mode :/”

Is it because of Asha's pose bc if so wth Tumblr

LMFAO both fortunately and unfortunately i don’t think titbot is smart(ish) enough for that

jackssims replied to your photo “[Joelle]: …But is the water nice? [Cordelia]: [sigh] [Asha]: Yeah,...”

Don't follow them, Joelle (and Cordelia)

jackssims replied to your photoset “[Joelle]: Cannonbaaaall!! [SPLASH]”

What did I say Joelle

IF ALL YR FRIENDS* JUMPED OFF BALCONIES INTO POOLS WOULD YOU DO IT TOO? apparently

*again, debatable

jackssims replied to your photoset “[Farha]: …Well, now that we’re all down here… are you going to join,...”

At least someone didn't do it

TO BE FAIR farha didn’t jump in either. ae fell.

cafesimming replied to your photoset “¦ -End of Episode 19-”

this is... really cute tho

jackssims replied to your photoset “¦ -End of Episode 19-”

A pure moment, the calm before the storm

see i felt like a Pure scene was needed both 1) after... the first part and 2) so close to the end

[novapark]

Davy and Kelsey’s Leaky ship

And other replies. 

simcatcher replied to your photoset “So romantic… *sigh*  “That should not turn you on! Seriously woman!”...”

Is it bad that I now ship their boat ? They're explosive *-*

lmao! I really wondered how he’d be perceived after today cause he really seemed to step things up after the household shifted around. For better or worse? I guess we’ll see right? In all seriousness though they clearly have the same hang ups.

explosionofpixels replied to your photoset “Oh good lord. “For fucks sake, what is with you? I swear you’re the...”

������ #justbonealready they've got so much. . . passion (hatred? Is their a difference?) i caaaaNT ��

HAHAHA! They just need to boink and get it over with. That’s the kind of relationship it seems like. 

ciarasia replied to your photoset “Oh good lord. “For fucks sake, what is with you? I swear you’re the...”

wow their relationship is certainly... heated. lmao

Yeah they just kind of nitpick at each other a lot, lol. 

helllokawaiipotato replied to your photoset “And maybe also a good ear for a little bitter gossip.  “Davy is such a...”

i love this lmfao

lol I know Zeff really didn’t like Davis at this point (not sure if he did ever but they recovered a little bit) so he was more than happy to indulge her. ;)

hellokawaiipotato replied to your photoset “What the actual fuck?! You can’t do that shit!”  “What? You mad I...”

i love him tho tbh

See I was telling Renee last night I wasn’t sure if with the way I’m writing him I’ve made everyone hate him or ya’ll would actually start to warm up to him after a while. He is a dick but not a complete asshole. 

ninjaofthepurplethings replied to your post “As my incredibly laxed TOU (like all I ask is for credit guys, that is...”

Oh FFS. what is wrong with people? All you have to do is like mention the creator or just tag them- that's it. Your sims are pretty distinctive so I don't know how they thought they could just pass them off as their own. Typical that one asshat has to ruin it for everyone :(

Yeah I didn’t even need a public acknowledgement either, if she had just admitted it to me privately or even said “look maybe I don’t remember downloading them” regardless of it being true or not I probably would have been effectively pacified but instead she posted a bunch of pictures from a completely different game claiming that was prove they were hers. I’m not exactly sure how final fantasy pictures proves she made those sims since she edited them only slightly to fit with what she wanted but if it helps her sleep at night more power to her. I unfollowed her on both my blogs and took down my favorite sims links so it won’t happen again. Just sad cause I really like sharing and seeing my sims in action in others games. 

hureuf replied to your photoset “And she sings like a sweet seraphim too? How lucky are we...”

*claps hands excitedly*

When they are on, they are on! 

hureuf replied to your photoset “Okay buddy what the fuck is your problem? You just gotta patronize me...”

BAHAHAHAHAHA her comeback was the best

It was very much something I could hear her dad saying, lol. He loves using the word cunt as often as he can in swear runs. 

hureuf replied to your photo “Okay quick question for those involved with the BC, I’m working on...”

Go for it!

Huzzah, thank you! :D

hellokawaiipotato replied to your photoset

HIS FACE

That boy kind of half rejects her so much. I think it’s cause he’s a snob and she probably doesn’t do things exactly like he’d want her to. Like their relationship ends up going up after stuff like this half the time cause neither get that mad at each other like she does with some of the others, lol. 

aideybabessims replied to your post “As my incredibly laxed TOU (like all I ask is for credit guys, that is...”

Sending pixelated love <3

Thank you dear. Feeling much better this morning. Time to move on! I should never have put him up. You have permission to net smack me if I put up one of my favorite sims for public again.