#Where do we go from here?

[etoilesbienne]

wait so how are the eggs gonna come back because like... thats definitely not the end of the eggs

[cinamun]

Girll I swear, Seeing your story and your reblogs of other peoples stories makes me really wanna play the sims again!!! But then I remember; The updates, the mods I'd need to update, the game breaking bugs, I just can't with EA right now, so I live through the stories of yours and other amazing people on this hellsite. Maybe one day I'll put my boots on and finally make a tumblr legacy of my own...

NOT TODAY THO!!!

Love your stuff, please keep going <3

Thank you friend but listen, I'm not one of those people who willfully ignores EAs fuckery. I have had my fair share of corrupted saves and bugs that literally turned my OC's face into a bug. I haven't had anything break the actual game and that bitch is loading up behind this window right now. This is a hobby and I care about my hobbies. This game has never been anywhere near perfect so I can't even be mad at anyone who chooses not to play it.

In fact, with new games coming out and just seeing less sims 4 stuff in general on here, its starting to feel like the end of an era my friend.

[goldenboywrites]

where do we go from here?

Apollo sat in his study, reading over the latest contracts. The requests for Cassio’s potions far exceeded what the two could handle, but they didn’t have a choice. It was either to fulfill the orders or suffer the consequences. The consequence had been the same over the years since graduation; Oliver and Isaac’s safety. It was something the two could not risk. So they worked overtime to make the potions and send them out, and they both ignored the lingering question regarding what these people were doing with them. It was better not to know, or it would drive them insane. He signed the latest contracts. As soon as the ink dried, the contracts glowed a dull red before disappearing from his grasp. “That takes care of that,” He muttered, pushing a hand through his hair. 

Apollo pushed himself to his feet, stretched, and ignored the popping of his bones, which confirmed that he had been sitting there for far too long. He ventured out of the study, waving his hand over the door to place an illusion over his work in case Isaac entered. Even after years of secrecy, it never got easier. Doing all of this behind Isaac’s back had never gotten easier. It would never get easier. But it was to protect him. To protect them and the life they had built together. 

He only made it so far from his study when his phone rang. The sound nearly gave him a heart attack because he never expected the damn thing to be on. “Yeah?” He answered it without checking the name. There were only three people who ever called him. 

“Mr. Maddox?” an unfamiliar voice asked. Apollo pulled the phone away from his ear to see who it was, but it was an unknown number. Dread filled his bones. His immediate thought went to it being his employer, but they never called him before. “ My name is Healer Emerson. I am a medwizard at St. Mungos. I need you to come down here as soon as possible.” 

The phone almost slipped from his grasp. “What?” 

“It is best if you come here so we can talk.” 

Isaac. 

He trembled his way over to their fireplace, and before he knew it, Apollo was standing in the St. Mungo’s waiting room. On shaky feet, he made his way over to the desk, gave his name, and waited impatiently. His fingers drummed against his legs; his feet tapped incessantly against the ground. Please don’t be Isaac. Please don’t be Isaac. 

“Mr. Maddox?” Apollo glanced up and saw an older man standing in front of him. His badge confirmed this was the healer that called him. 

“Is he okay?” He asked desperately. 

“He is doing just fine. Would you like to see him?” 

Entering the room, Apollo was taken aback. “I think you have me confused with someone else. I’m here for my boyfriend.” He glanced around the room, taking in the colors and cartoon animal wallpaper. “This is…” 

The healer’s brow furrowed, and he pulled back a curtain to reveal a smaller toddler curled up in a hospital bed. “Your boyfriend? No, you are the emergency contact for Theodore Whitlock…” Apollo tilted his head, looking at the child. He could have been two or three years old. So, this little guy belonged to Alexandria. The woman Apollo had almost been forced to marry to continue their pureblood line. They hadn’t spoken since he was in uni. Why would she have made Apollo the emergency contact for her son? 

“I don’t understand,” He said softly, finally pulling his gaze away from the child and over to the healer. 

The doctor looked one step away from admitting Apollo to the hospital. “Sir…” he said uneasily, shifting his weight from one foot to another. "This is your son. We have been unable to locate Alexandria. A neighbor brought Theodore in yesterday when she did not return home to pick him up, and she could not reach her. We have been unable to contact her as well. We pulled his records, and you are listed as the father on his birth certificate. You are also his emergency contact. Hence, we are contacting you to pick him up."

This wasn’t his son. Not biologically, that was for sure. But why would she have listed him without forewarning him? “I didn’t know..” He said as he mulled the pieces together in his head. He did not want to give too much away to the healer. There must be some reason she would go to the lengths she had to forge his signature on her son’s birth certificate. “Of course, I will take him, and I’ll handle reaching out to the authorities to track her down, too. But can I…I'm sorry. Can I have a moment?” 

The healer was barely out of the room before Apollo had his phone out again and prayed that Isaac wouldn’t leave him over this. Isaac answered on the first ring. There were a handful of moments when Apollo tried to speak but couldn’t. It wasn’t until he heard the alarm in his boyfriend’s voice that he forced himself to say, “It’s me. I’m at St. Mungos. Can you come?”

@magiclwritings

[gallawitchxx]

🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨

part 17 for @galladrabbles & @callivich's prompt: dream

master post (updates weekly!) | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

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“Thanks Mick.”

The nickname zigzags its way beneath Mickey’s skin like he’s a human pinball machine.

“Betcha I can still beat you back, Mick,” echoes an Ian who’s yet to be made real.

Mickey rubs at his bottom lip, hiding the smile that’s threatening to slip. Tries to play it off as a grimace. But Gallagher sees him—really sees him—and beams. A dream, how his smile implies that he’ll wait for Mickey to get there too.

And he will.

Mickey’s seen it. 

Which gives him the confidence to say, “Come back. Next week. Or whenever. Try this again.”

[timetobeaghost]

Does Will have a crush on Mike? A helpful guide

S1 Will has a crush on Mike

S2 Will is in love with Mike

S3 Will is low key in a constant state of bittersweet agony out of love and desire

S4 Will goes full emotional tender music playing

and ends up basically melting into a puddle of goo

Hope that helps!

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

the sillies

[jaredwalkersam]

walker 2.07

[wobblydev]

i am going to make it this year if it kills me. i have updated my ko-fi tiers to reflect my earnest attempt to change my life and be more creative in a fulfilling way.

Members of the Board can partake in the committee discussion area where we'll figure out what the hell to do with our lives and guide the direction of what i end up focusing on.

i hope you will join the committee. i want to create and hold myself accountable to a consistent schedule of creation. this is the start of that.

[walker-extended-universe]

Walker Episode Bracket

and the 1x18 "Drive" is broken by 2x06 "Douglas Fir"! How will it fare against our next contender, 2x07 "Where Do We Go From Here?" Our first episode without Micki gives us Trey wondering what his next move is, Stella debating her future, and Cordell and Liam sorting out their issues. We also get to see Bret for the last time as his relationship with Liam unofficially comes to an end, along with some silly drunk!Liam antics.

[7-ratsinatrenchcoat]

this is random asf but if you can't think of a sexy way to ask for consent you're not trying hard enough

[x-heesy]

𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 🙋🏽

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚜

𝚆𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚜

𝚆𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝?

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛?

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛?

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛?

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛?

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛?

(𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?)

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛?

(𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?)

𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝚆𝚎 𝙶𝚘 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 - 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚋𝚢 𝚈𝚘𝚔𝚘 𝙾𝚗𝚘, 𝙸𝚖𝚊, 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚢 @seanisnothing

[mamasturn]

you and i (rough draft)

Where is the final destination?

Do you have the roadmap that leads us to the yellow brick road? Or have the pitstops, inaccurate turns, and countless exits led us to the highway of hell?

Where do we go from here?

The transition was seamless, I hate to admit.

From friends to lovers, from lovers to enemies, from enemies to borrowers of each other’s temples for less than 24 hours. I despise the fact that I had to exit my favorite place of worship.

What are we?

For the night, I am yours, and you are mine.

Every breath you exhaled, I inhaled into my nostrils and used them as fuel for my soul.

You give me energy.

And yet, you seem to take it away,

with your senseless logic, pride, and delusion.

If I could snatch your pride and ego by the collar and beat it into submission, understand that I would.

Yet, the barriers of protection that surround you are all too great.

Too big. Too wide. Too strong. I don’t fit.

So I ask you again to consider when you wrapped your arms around my waist, when your hand palmed my flesh, when you caressed my skin as you made love to me, then told me it was nothing more than history,

where do we go from here?

[graveyardparty]

Going to Listen to Asking Alexandria’s new album today. What will happen take your guesses

[chokchokk]

make him go bald you say??

your wish is my command ✨️

i have two options.

ignore and just continue to go on with my day knowing that i'll have so much fun being sweet and saucy for your request

or be a menace (just like you) and make san bald.

LMAO you should be glad that i love you too much to choose option 2 but i am saying this as a warning ALRIGHT. i will tackle on any challenge and if that includes plucking out each of sannie's hairs i WILL.

you'll know where i am writing your req, see ya in the chats riri <33 xoxo

[faithinlouisfuture]

where do we go from here?

[ankobia]