#* REPLIES.

[autumnalintellectual]

" You have a tail?!?!?! " @patetpluvia

[torchbearing]

kind of late, but 7 for the comic ask game?

comic ask game! 1 to 100 from my league of comic geeks list. accepting!

oh john. john stewart, the man you are.

i will be weird about it and say i love mosaic / early gl1990 for him. especially for this particular sequence, from gl1990 issue 14:

i can't say i enjoy what modern john has become and the whole weird military thing they did to him, but i loved this john in specific.

[yingren]

@xianzhou-craftsman ( cont. )

“ uh, it’s not that i want it to be fragile but it will happen whether i want it or not. ” what a pain, having to explain this is harder than he thought it would be. at least the answer is finally in front of him. an alloy of metals? maybe. “ i want to make a bookmark. ” something oh so simple and yet a hassle when the muscle memory is not there to his aid. “ it has to be thin, really thin, and i do not want it to be made out of anything too soft. glass i fear would be too thick for something like that & it would most likely shatter if one is careless enough to drop it. ” a pause, he hums. “ it’s a gift so i want to make it myself. it is important... i think? ”

[d4ggered]

Me thinking my writing is good:

me thinking otherwise seconds later....

[ladyintree]

@warpainte  [...] everything was supposed to go back to ‘normal’ now.     she won the election against the odds,  the blackmailer was dead and no longer threatening to dig up their past,    mikayla was out of town and no longer taunting tai with their a history that no longer felt like history,    and tai assumed with all the stresses put to rest,   that she was finally done sleepwalking again,   and she could brush it all off as a fluke.    it was just the stress of the election,  the blackmail,   the blast from the past,   nothing more,   nothing real to worry herself with.   the rest was supposed to be simple   —    there was no reason for her family not to return to her now,   so that tai could finally repair that piece of her life as if it were that simple,   not taking into account that simone had her reasons for staying away — even before what exposed what tai herself was not aware of happening in their own basement.

simone’s warning forced tai to face what she had been avoiding  —   that this wasn’t just as simple as sleepwalking over temporary chaos,   it wasn’t as simple as accidentally letting their dog out,   it wasn’t as simple as a waiting it out until it was all over,  for her family to return to her as if nothing happened,   like taissa wasn’t struggling and hadn’t betrayed them.     something darker was going on here,   something taissa has told herself for 25 years now that she didn’t ever believe in —-  so why is it here,    and what does it mean?    sammy’s doll,    a picture-perfect image of her son,    along with their pet dog,   topped off with a symbol that used to make her angry,   horrify her,   and give her some strange sense of hope all at once.   in some way,   she does know what it all means:    it means that she was right to tell her family to leave,   and it means that simone was right to want to keep sammy away,   and worst of all,   it means simone is right about tai being sick.   she’s not ready to face that,   not ready to face her. 

is this what you wanted?    the words play on repeat in her head,   only from a dream,   but when she looked at simone in that hospital bed,   it’s all she can think about.   simone had done nothing but support her over the years,   but the idea of her trying to get tai help made her feel trapped,   completely out of control of her own life,   and tai refused to listen,   only making it so much worse in the process.   she was fine before simone exposed the altar in the basement,   she was convincing herself she was thriving,   that she was finally back on track —-  but now,   ever since seeing it for herself,   she’s only spiraled more,   to the point where she’s barely standing on her own anymore,   barely conscious,   and making no commitment to wait here with her wife.

she doesn’t remember how she got here.   that should terrify her,   because it means she’s only losing more control,    but for a moment,   she’s not thinking about that.   she’s never been here before,   but she knows exactly where she is —-   standing in front of mikayla’s home,   moments away from knocking and facing her again after she’d said goodbye just a few days ago,   assuming it was forever.   it’s finally starting to hit her what she’s really doing:    she’s almost ready to admit that she needs help,   but not from the person who’s been offering it,   trying so hard to give it to her even when tai doesn’t deserve the support from her.   no,   she came here because she’s always been drawn to her,   the person who has helped her before,   even when she didn’t know how,   because she wasn’t trying to give her help in ways that tai found so debilitating.   she helped her because she understood her —-  which is something tai has never given her wife the opportunity to do,   because the way she’s presented herself since rescue has always been so calculated,   so much so that even she could convince herself that was who she really was.   being around mikayla again only reminded her that it wasn’t,   that she was always going to be the person she was out in that wilderness with her —-   so now she's here,   despite no real welcome,   despite no preparation,   despite no reason for mikayla to actually give her the time of day,   but with as much as she’s lost even after assuming her life was finally settled,   this is the only place that feels right to be.    

the person on mikayla’s doorstep is not the same woman she almost kissed nights ago.   while her confidence was already faltering that night,  it’s nothing compared to this —-   bags under her bloodshot eyes,   shoulders slumped,  hair a mess,  clothes disheveled.   the state senator elect is certainly a sight to see like this,   but one that mikayla will likely be able to understand all too well:    it’s the same sleep deprived,  panicked,  barely coherent girl she used chase through the wilderness many years ago.   tai isn’t considering what it will be like for mikayla to see her like this,   she’s not considering the fact that reaching out to her like this is entirely unfair given her refusal to do the same for all those years mikayla was in prison,   and she’s definitely not considering the fact that it could be her wife who answers the door instead.    all she’s thinking about is that she needs mikayla desousa.    it’s selfish,  inconsiderate,  but maybe brave,  too —  because as she reaches her hand up to knock on the door,   she suddenly freezes.   instead of knocking,   her hand moves back to her hair,   attempting to tame the curls before smoothing her sweater in front of her.   she clears her throat,   trying to recall the last time she brushed or teeth or changed her clothes — everything before getting off that train is a blur to her now,   and she realizes she’s entirely unprepared for this,   but it’s far too late to turn back now.   

she takes a deep breath, but her usual attempt to collect herself before a confrontation fails. she realizes now that there's nothing that can properly prepare her for this conversation, she can only hope that mikayla will understand without forcing it out of her — or worse, slamming the door in her face. she shrugs it off, because she led herself here for a reason, leaving behind the people she should have been catering to instead; it can't be for nothing. finally, she knocks on the door, the tired eyes lifting into something that's almost a hopeful smile as she waits for her.

the door opens, and her legs suddenly feel wobbly, her hand quickly reaching for the door frame just to hold herself steady. but her features contradict the rest of her exhausted body language, and she starts to smile upon seeing her, as if that's going to distract her from everything else that's wrong with her ( everything mikayla knows so intimately, even years later. ) tai makes no effort to try to explain herself, no attempt to make this any less weird than it is. all she does is give her a small nod, her voice innocently muttering a simple, ❝  hi. ❞

[plumbtales]

Hi is there really no way of downloading your old hoods? I really wanted to download them after my sims 2 pause 2 years later and they are just gone :(

Hi! I removed them as they're really cluttered so I want to redo them. All the lots are still available though :)

[redemptionmade]

@thcbcys. ❛  hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend.  ❜ - My Marj to your Kenny :D meme.

"oh, so you do like having me around," he's teasing, of course. he never doubted that she didn't appreciate his friendship for a moment.. but still, it was nice to hear. "i guess that means i’ll have to keep you around for a bit longer then." he playfully nudges her with his elbow, his gaze then softens into something a tad more genuine. "but seriously.. thanks. you're a pretty great friend yourself, you know."

[gilmoires]

 “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” yuh

"whoa! my! you should really wear a bell, mister," lorelai chuckles out sheepishly, having been caught in her bathroom in the middle of the night perhaps longer than she anticipated. she was marveling over the bruises that litter her skin, blossoming purple against her canvas, from the ghost that tried to haunt the dragonfly building. though creaky wood, and breaking panelings, lorelai hoped to leave the place inhabitant of any such creatures, and remembered how long it's been since she's been out of the game.

despite this, she's surprised by the look that glints over his gaze when he catches the purple circles on her arms before she pulls her sleeves down, trying to pry attention away from it, and crossing her arms casually as if she didn't just give herself away. it's hard to explain why she disappeared for several hours yesterday when they were supposed to meet for a lunch date, ending in an apologetic late night picnic dinner that lorelai haphazardly put together (and eventually ordered them pizza for, apparently her mother's smashed banana toast recipe should never be visited again) in her back porch for viktor.

"sookie is pretty accident prone in the kitchen, you'd think that we'd have to take out insurance on her at the inn." it's passive, a dismissive way to answer his question without having to highlight the specifics, like why the marks look more like handprints than they do of corner tables. but it's to suppress whatever it is that seems to flood the surface of his countenance, something that lorelai is unsure that she wants to dissect and figure out, or keep it tucked away like a quiet secret. "i'm okay, i swear, honey."

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

@dragonskxn replied: "Ohh, a beach picnic! I could make some sandwiches! What types would you like?"

“A good ol’ fashioned ham sammich sounds like it’d hit th’ spot!”

[autumnalintellectual]

CONTINUED | @ofamess

The other's reluctance was endearing in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on. It drew a smile right out of Nirei as he held up the disinfectant soaked cloth. No one liked this process - who would? It hurt and it was ultimately very uncomfortable.

" You don't have to flinch so much, Sakura. " He brought the cloth to clean a particularly bad busted part of the other's cheek near his eye, where the skin had folded and bruised, before he moved up to a busted part of his eyebrow. Akihiko could feel his friend's reluctance and hesitation in the way he reacted, the instinctual tilting away. " Jolting around is just gonna make it hurt more, or worse, start bleeding again - so hold still, okay? "

He really did want to make sure Sakura was well taken care of - this was one of his closest friends and his class captain after all - and while he couldn't do anything to help in the moment of battle, the least he could do was make sure cuts and bruises wouldn't last or get infected.

" Tell me if it's too much and I'll stop for a bit. "

[volerons]

‘ are you trying to make me angry? ’

no, of course not, is the obvious answer.      from sneaking around corners,   making herself scarce, distancing herself from the rest of the manor,   she had earned the title ' little shadow . ' not like it was a hard title to earn , after all , she lived with corpses --- a mother trapped in grief & a father chasing after her.   the only lively bustle of a dying house was a sister who never wanted to be home , instead forced to pick up the pieces of her family    (    a sister not allowed to grieve ,  instead forced to deal with   YOU  & your mistakes     ) .

a moment more passes before the shadow passes a murmur,   gaze moving downward & away from her working elder sister .    only in this small room of clea's does the manor ever feel alive these days . the quiet war in papa's atelier is suffocating , more so than the prison of her own room . here stood paintings of fantastical creatures , a well - loved harp , & brilliantly crafted sculptures --- it was the culmination of perfecting her craft . her work was everything alicia herself was not . it was no wonder clea was papa's favorite & it didn't take a genius to see that clea sees her as a nuisance .

trembling hands tighten on the metal of the door knob . she had only wanted to watch perfection at work . maybe , just maybe , then could alicia gain a drop of talent : something worthy enough to reassure her as part of the dessendre family . despite , despite being all ... ... this . caught in her crime , alicia closes her one good eye & stands frozen in place , tense & ready for whatever terse words came next from her sister .

[yingren]

@roaringdr4gon ( cont. )

"it is only the aesthetics that differ between the materials i listed. the inside will be made from the same refractory mortar and firebrick to contain the heat. you won't be able to see it." he sighs, running a hand through the pale locks of hair he hasn't bothered to tie up today. that much should have been obvious he thinks, although he bites his tongue in front of the high elder. "marble would perhaps suit your tastes?"

[zachwilde]

@corimmy: I remember that face

It's when I looked my best, right?

[redemptionmade]

@thcbcys 🎁 - From Kenny to Possibly Carol? :) meme .

"you know what you need, and so does he..." she is, of course -- talking about stuart. as she always does whenever she has a bit too much to drink, to whomever gives a listening ear. is her son the appropriate conversationalist for the current state of her marriage? .. no. she continues on, anyway. "but does it happen?" a rhetorical question, of course. she has an answer. "no!"

[benbraeden]

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[ TEXT: w. ] hey man [ TEXT: w. ] i'm going to be in the area [ TEXT: w. ] i can't stop thinking about our kiss [ TEXT: w. ] how's your brother doing? [ TEXT: w. ] jo called about a ca

[ TEXT: w. ] i may need help with a case. wanna come with?