#explorers pack

[nfasth]

iceland

[peppermintpegis]

so theres this dishonored texture modding tool on nexus mods

[ourxoxoo]

𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

[mizar113]

[boanerges20]

Lost & Found

[valenthario]

[autailome]

insane of shackleton to complain that war in the old days made men in 1913. sir why don't you just try to enjoy the last year of the belle époque 1914 is about to hit everyone like a truck

screenshot from the lost men by kelly parker lewis

[citrlet]

floribeth "flori" lake

aspiration: country caretaker

traits: outgoing, goofball, animal enthusiast. warm-hearted and vegetarian

[hseoqis]

{ 🦇 }

I'm batman 🦇

[cupidgnome]

hello san sequoia!!

[whyeverr]

things I’m excited for (in no particular order):

exterior wall-mounted AC units, squat toilets, the hard plastic chair

the water heater (yes it feels like this belongs in a City Living refresh but I can’t deny my feelings for her! 🥵)

hopscotch and marbles and sky lanterns 🥹

the rice cooker and new functional tea pot and all the delicious looking new foods (all the new foods look so good lately!)

Cringe trait and the elder-specific Wise trait 🫶🏻

deco tuk tuks

the real estate sign and new communal mailboxes (with indoor and outdoor options!)

the glimmer of hope I’m keeping alive for angled gable options in build mode — am I dreaming or is the building in the bottom right (with the kind of roofline I’m talking about) not a deco building? you can see through the windows…

[nfasth]

[puretopia]

[simmersofia]

Autumn Copperdale High School, 7:54 AM

Luna: Malcolm! Over here!

Greta: Hi!

Lu: Hello darling, how was your summer? I saw your simstagram stories from the yacht in Tartosa, looked absolutely dreamy.

M: Oh, yeah, Tartosa was fantastic. You two get up to anything?

Gr: Did you guys hear about that stunt Jeb Harris pulled? He showed up to a party in Windenburg wearing a bag on his head.

Lu: Oh, I was there! He’d even painted like a face on it. It was unbelievable! Then he started going on some rant about beauty standards before falling back onto a glass coffee table and breaking it.

M: What a freak.

Lu: Some people are just bored I guess.

[ourxoxoo]

yunjin ( le sserafim) lockscreen!

[ejunkiet]

a happy accident

this was 1000% inspired by @terrazaurio​‘s pregnant angel post. consider this a prequel, and maybe the start of a small series? (@itsdaifuku​ you’re also responsible with your dadvid agenda 😂)

redacted audio: david/angel, rated teen, mentions pregnancy.

tags: unplanned pregnancy, angel is nonbinary & afab.

His dark eyes widen, and they think he stops breathing for a moment. “Angel. This is-”

READ ON AO3 HERE

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a happy accident

Their heart is a heavy thrum inside their chest, their hands squeezed tight around the rim of the bathtub as they stare down the clock on their phone, waiting.

Five more minutes. Can’t check. Won’t check. Wait for the timer.

They shouldn’t be counting down the seconds like this. A watched pot never boils, and all that. They know that. But if they’re not doing something, then they’re thinking about it, about all the possible eventualities that would spin out from this, and they- they can’t, not if it isn’t gonna happen. Not if it isn’t real.

Four minutes.

Tap tap tap. They frown down at the floor, to where the bounce of their knees are making their feet tap against the tile. A nervous tick they’ve never quite been able to beat. But their legs aren’t moving. They’re tucked in close against the side of the tub, where they’ve been for the last ten minutes, their muscles tight and tense. If it wasn’t them, then that meant-

David.

“Angel?” His voice is low, the timbre of his voice roughened by sleep. Their nails click against the ceramic of the tub as their grip flexes, and they release a shuddering breath. “Are you- alright?”

Of course he knew. He can hear their heartbeat, and even if he’d been asleep when they’d first gotten up, picking their way carefully across the room in the pale pre-dawn light, he was a light enough sleeper that he must have noticed their continued absence.

“Y-yeah.” Their voice catches on the word, and it’s obvious to the both of them that they’re not. They swallow, looking back down at the clock again. Two minutes. “I’ll- be fine.”

He pauses for a long moment, and they can picture the look in his dark eyes as he considers their words, concern pinching a furrow between his brows, before he finally asks, “Can I come in?”

They sniff, blinking hard to fight back the heat building behind their eyes. Keep it together.

“The door’s unlocked.”

He hums an acknowledgement, before the handle turns, and the door pushes gently open, and he stands squinting in the brighter light of the overhead fluorescents. His hair is a mess, sticking up at all angles, and he still looks half asleep as he takes in where they’re seated at the edge of the tub.

“Angel?” His brow creases in confusion, before he pads across the room and drops to a crouch beside them. His hand finds their thigh, wide and warm, his grip firm, his voice gentle as he continues, “Are you okay?”

They keep their eyes on the timer as they nod, smiling weakly. His grip tightens on their thigh, his lips twisting into a frown, but before he can say anything else, the alarm goes off, shrill in the sudden silence.

They shut off the alarm and their hand finds his, squeezing tightly. “It’s… it’s in the sink.”

His dark eyes flicker between theirs, watching them for a long moment, that creased furrow between his brows again before he nods, slipping his hand from underneath theirs and pushing to his feet.

It only takes him two steps to reach the sink; another second to glance over the rim and see the plastic strip inside.

His dark eyes widen, and they think he stops breathing for a moment. “Angel. This is-”

“I know.” Their chest feels tight. They can’t - they can’t look at him, their eyes falling to where their hands now twist in their lab, wrapped around the fabric of their nightshirt. The light glints from the braided silver of their engagement ring, and shit, they’ve haven’t talked about this, not seriously, not outside of idle mentions when they’ve talked about the future.

This wasn’t meant to happen - not now, not before the wedding-

“Hey. Look at me.” Warm palms cup their cheeks, their face cradled between his palms as he tilts their head up to look at him. He’s kneeling on the bathmat before them, and they don’t know when he did that. “Breathe.”

They’re gripping his shoulders as if he’s their lifeline, and they don’t know when they did that either.

“We-we were careful. I’m still on the- it’s-” They can barely get the words out, and they can feel the wet heat tracking down their cheeks, pushed away by the sweep of his thumbs. “And we- we haven’t talked about this-”

“I know. It’s okay. Come here.” He leans in until he can tuck them against his shoulder, their arms winding tightly around his neck, pulling him until their bodies are flush together. His hand settles against their back, applying steady pressure through their shirt. “We’re gonna be okay, angel.”

They squeeze the back of his shirt, desperately wishing that as they take a breath, pulling themself back together. “D-did you look?”

His grip tightens briefly against them, and they can feel the way his breath shivers in his chest. “I did. But I need you to know that whatever it says, you still have a choice. You’ll always have a choice.”

They take another deep, shuddering breath, even as they feel a fresh wave of tears slip down their cheeks. His grip on them tightens, his voice soft as he hushes them, and they’re filled with so much love for him that they think their heart will burst with it.

“I’m- I’m ready, if you are.” They twist in his grip, pushing back until they can see him again, their fingers tangled in the dark hair at the nape of his neck as they catch his gaze. “I love you, so much. With you, I- I think we could. If you wanted.”

His dark eyes are wet, and there’s more emotion in his expression than they think they’ve ever seen with him, a fragile edge to his smile as he reaches up to cup their cheek again.

“I love you, too. I will always love you. A-and, if you wanted, I - would be ready. Too.”

Fuck. Their heart feels as if it’s about to beat out of their chest as his thumb traces the curve of their cheek, a swell of feeling rising up in them, and they love him, they love him so much.

“The test…?”

His eyes crease and he nods, swallowing hard as the tears come, and then he’s smiling as he’s kissing them, holding them close.