#(OOOOOOOOOF)

[spookyserenades]

missing my ghost hunting trio

Oh me tooooo 😭😭😭😭 I can do a fun little thing for them for halloween this year 🤭 in the meantime, look at this fun glo up for the Trouvaille joon/jk 🥵

[keithsandwich]

I'm finally free 😭 I've lost my IkePri tickets but I survived

[itspileofgoodthings]

I just watched Taylor sing paper rings live and I’m so sad

[v1scera]

what kind of love are you? - KURONUMA JAY.

LOVE AS A FLAW.

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

tagged by: no one i just saw it

tagging: @hemat1c @hedonst / @kostenkos @mothergooseberry @illsuiteddowner @hourmoon and whoever else c:

[redstairs]

I want to draw so much smut fr

Having a sickass art idea that haunts your every waking moment but lacking the talent to fully idealize it in your exact vision

[ripk0l]

🔥 of course she does

send 🔥 if your muse is attracted to my muse'

" you're interested in me but you don't want to stay for breakfast? interesting. that might be something i remember about you now when you want to leave, just remember that you're attracted to me. "

@hidefire.

[dizzyy-kittyy]

My mom has less spoons than I do right now so I'm helping her unpack some books (slowly) and I unpacked a box but now I'm having a bad flare and I'm lying on the playroom floor until I can sit up without feeling like the world is spinning 😵‍💫

[ordinariums-a]

SAMAEL SAMAEL SAMAEL

"You know, I thought this would be obvious without saying, but evidentially you're too stupid to pick up the hint. So you get one warning. Don't call me that."

[harepare]

taenin attigi st😃😃

[agathasvidal]

#me thinks agatha has made a conscious decision to start ACTUALLY avoiding her wife now #because what is rio going to do? #repeat the history they share

Agatha, where are you going? Did you forget about your wife?

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

My barren land // And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

woooof this making me dizzy

🙃😵‍💫🥴

[biomic]

[blvckentropy]

MY GOD, this one on me because I didn't promote this at all lmaoo All I'm gone say is if at any time anyone interested. I'll take it regardless 😅

After thinking long and hard about my next move, I've decided to cancel my last challenge due to not enough participants and lack of challenge ideas. I know my three lovely submissions ( @riverofjazzsims , @invisiblequeen, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants ) were looking forward to it but as an appreciation for taking your time out to help me; you get a reserved spot for this challenge, choose if you want to swap out your already submitted sim with a new one, and lastly you each get to choose a challenge of your choosing 😊 Just a lil sum sum to say thank you <3

Okay onto the challenge, this is something I been thinking about for a while but either got pushed back or replaced with another idea (as I do 😭) But no more dating challenges and no cancelling. This will be done even if failed. This is my personal calendar challenge. It is a month/seasonal calendar. Why not make a challenge about something I actually love to do: waste time in CAS playing dress up 😭 Despite my stubbornness, I still love to involve the community because I love the different styles/work that comes out of it. So, this is also an interactive challenge not just with casting but with voting on challenges and the winner of those challenges.

Participates may vary from 12 (six male/six fem) or 6 (3v3 season challenge)

SPRING/APRIL IS TAKEN BY YOURS TRULY (my birth month/season) Sorry, but you can still sign up, you just have to pick a different month/season to represent.

INFO: (you can submit a preexisting sim from your gallery)

Sim name/Simself (don't need your real name, just initials or use tumblr name or what makes u comfortable if you're doing a simself)

Age (20+ YA-E)

Sex orientation

All types (Human/Occults/Simself) *simself doesnt have to look like you; just something that represent you*

Birth/Season (this DOESN'T have to be related to your actual birth month)

Maxis Match ONLY (NO PRESETS/CUSTOM TRAITS)

1 everyday outfit / 1 formal outfit (keep others blank)

Add Likes/Dislikes (2 skills only- for this your sim hobby/skill is their talent)

A color and icon (i.e Red/Cherry) BLUE IS TAKEN

Detailed description (just enough to understand your sim)

(Skins/overlays I use are nothernsiberiawinds, sims3melancholic, saurin, and khadijah)

Submission: You can dm tray file or submit on gallery using #calendarchallenge or #simulatedchic

DUE DATE MARCH 1st @ 12 a.m.

[toxooz]

For that au I'm more worried on what would happen with my baby Remy, and where he would be at.

ooooo h

he probs ends up growing up with hell then going with Ponti/Mangule just bc he thinks he looks cool

[m4jors]

stance   shifts   slightly,   just   enough   for   the   pine   needles   beneath   his   boots   to   stir,   a   movement   meant   to   ease   the   tension   in   his   leg.      it   doesn't.      the   air   between   them   hums   with   the   ghosts   that   haunt,   the   ones   that   linker   of   the   edge   of   memory   and   instinct.      silence   stretches,      as   if   jasper   is   trying   to   decide   exactly   what   to   say.         his   thoughts   are   a   blur,      working   through   individual   pathways   without   really   stopping   to   consider   any   one   for   longer   than   a   second.         when   he   speaks,   finally,   it's   soft.      southern.      steady   in   the   way   he   only   is   when   he's   sure   of   something.   

❝         edward,         ❞         he   says,      like   the   name   is   a   lifeline.         ❝         i   know   what   it   feels   like.         the   blood,      the   guilt.            you   walk   with   it   like   it's   etched   into   your   bones.      i   do   too.         ❞         he   pauses,   not   for   effect…   but   rather,   honesty.         ❝         there   were   nights   i   thought   i'd   drown   in   it.         thought   –   fuck,   that   no   amount   of   good   could   wash   it   out   of   me.      but   you   ?         ❞            he   tilts   his   head,      eyes   on   edward      –         and   this   time   he   doesn't   look   away.         ❝         you've   done   more   good   than   most   souls   could   dream   of   in   ten   lifetimes.         ❞         a   faint,   rueful   smile   curls   at   the   edge   of   his   mouth.      it   wasn't   joy,      rather…   something   quieter.      gratitude,   maybe   ?         or   faith.            ❝         you   carry   your   sins   like   they're   the   whole   of   you.         but   they   ain't.         not   even   close.         you   think   i   can't   feel   it   ?         the   way   you   hold   yourself   back,      the   way   you   hurt   for   every   choice,   every   breath,   every   slip   ?         ❞            he   steps   a   little   closer,      just   enough   that   his   voice   dips   lower.      not   secrecy.   sanctuary.      

❝         i've   seen   men   drown   in   blood,   edward.         i   was   one   of   'em.         but   you   ?         you're   a   lifeline.         for   bella,      for   alice.      for   all   of   us.      for   me.         ❞         he   lets   that   sit.      simmer.         ❝         you   don't   have   to   outrun   it.      the   past   –   the   hunger.         you   just   have   to   outlive   it.      and   you   are.         ❞         another   pause,   this   one   gentler.        

❝            you're   not   alone   in   this.         never   have   been.         ❞    

edward  hovers  close  by,  a  silent  sentinel,  still  like  the  forest's  thick  fog.  he  looks  far  less  relaxed  than  jasper,  arms  hanging  stiffly  at  his  sides,  more  statue  than  man.  ‘‘ emmett  thinks  anything  is  solvable  with  physical  exertion, ’’  he  murmurs,  eyeing  that  same  eternal  horizon,  ‘‘ and  rosalie  projects. ’’  alice  remains  alice,  transparent,  open,  resembling  a  familial  embrace.  edward  isn't  shocked  with  what  comes  next  —  the  thought  brewing  in  jasper's  mind  long  before  it  left  his  lips.  he  doesn't  turn  to  meet  his  brother's  gaze,  jasper's  eyes  far  too  arresting.  ‘‘ it  is  a  heavy  weight, ’’  he  says,  and  it  feels  like  lying.  the  weight  borderlines  impossible  most  days,  sisyphus  and  his  forever-climb,  forever  pushing  a  boulder  that  will  always  come  back  down.  ‘‘ it  is  not  for  your  shoulders.  i  simply  won't  allow  it. ’’  it  resembles  the  end  of  a  conversation,  just  as  it's  started,  but  edward  knows  this  to  be  false.  jasper's  thoughts  run  like  galloping  horses,  their  rhythmic  trot  against  the  wrinkles  of  their  respective  minds.  ‘‘ my  …  damnation  …  is  exactly  that.  mine. ’’

[labwebs]

🕸i have once again done math that makes me sad and that tasm peter would've been 7 years old when the original li.lo and st.itch came out oh no poor baby