#simi rambles

[infinitewhore]

Why is it that I am scrolling through my tumblr dash this morning and I see this?

Are we about to kiss?

Ofc

I just love you're writing so much it's an addiction

[racingghost]

So the thing about Simi is like

You have this rookie / Michael Schumacher fanboy who is being tormented by his coworkers because it's just too much fun (ex. taking Vettel to a sex club in Canada until he gets flustered and leaves)

And you have this older guy with a cold, unfriendly reputation who got called "Schumacher's nightmare" who is one of those recognized talents bound to get a championship title.

The rookie and the iceman meet, and when Seb's coworkers try to get him drunk for laughs, Kimi puts his arm around his shoulders and takes the drinks for him.

I just can barely believe this is a thing that happened, and not something someone wrote as a fanfic.

Somehow the cold guy who is a sport's legend befriends the extroverted rookie, gives him lifts on his private jets and hangs out with him during their days off in Switzerland. They see each other become world champions, they see each other struggle, and when one retires the other - who is 8 years younger - can only last one more year in the sport before deciding it's not as fun as it used to be anymore.

I'm feral about it.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

I fully believe that separating art from artist should only be practiced if said artist is deceased. Living artists still benefit from avid support of their work, and when said work is harmful to communities or the artist themselves uses the support they gain to endorse or even build harmful organizations, I would like to think that the logical conclusion would be to stop avidly supporting them. Using “separate art from artist” as a defense to justify your continued avid support when such things are brought to your attention, is a privilege, ignorant at best, malicious at worst, and oftentimes both.

To add on, “it’s fiction,” it’s fantasy,” “it’s not real.” are just modified versions of the phrase. A piece of art is reflective of the artist’s beliefs whether good or bad, beliefs that are discernible if you simply took the time look, and fictional art is not exempt from this. Flailing around reaching for excuses to justify a lack of acknowledgment when an artist you enjoy is actively harmful does nothing but make you look foolish.

[rice-pudding-slaps]

actually the states are inferior because they don't have Dr. Simi

[sansmeanswithout]

my cats Hershey and Simulator (Simi)

[honestlydarkprincess]

rip to everyone who subscribed to my nsfw ao3 ilysm but we're all in one account now babey

[enbyeddiediaz]

Name one thing that makes you angry instantly

stupid people

specifically when I tell people that we need to do smthg a certain way for a specific reason and then they don't bc "that doesnt sound right" or bc they're older than me even tho I have more experience and knowledge in the area and it all goes to shit and they're like "oh so I think it was supposed to be done like this" and it's the way i told them to do it so I have to stand there like "if you had fucking LISTENED-" and then fix everything that wouldn't have needed fixing if people weren't dumb and listened to someone who actually knew what they were doing

this has happened several times in several different situations and every single time I'm filled with such an undescribable primal rage

send me an ask honesty hour!!

[buck2eddie]

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hiii simi!! thank you for sending these <33

1. What made you start the show?

ok so 911 is one of those shows i kept seeing on tumblr, but since i never really watch those types of shows and the fact that im very squeamish i wasn't too pressed to see it. but i did have friends over here that watched it and i knew some stuff about it!!! the thing though that really got me watching it is the fact that i just really wanted to read buddie fics!!! i heard from my friends that they're great and my other fandom was rather small in that department so i was like ok. i need to watch this show now (cause for some reason my brain will not let me read fics for stuff i don't know the source material). so the fact that @myfalsedevotion and @buckleyseddie already have been watching it, @pxrxmoore basically getting everyone in the 5sos fandom into this show by doing better promotion for it than fox ever could, and then also finding out @cowboy-buck started watching it i was like alrighty then it's TIME!!! peer pressure really does work <333 and here i was after binging 5 seasons (and a few episodes from s6) in two and a half weeks with a new side blog for a network tv series lmao!!! wouldn't have it any other way <3

29. Favorite season opener?

i think the s3 one is EXCELLENT!!!! whether we're talking only about the first scene with the kid in his dad's car that the breaks won't work and having IN THE AIR TONIGHT blasting the drums just at the perfect moment, or just all around that episode being amazing and ending with the fucking TSUNAMI reveal!!!!!! lives were CHANGED!!! nothing topped that one for me <3

send me weewoo asks <3

[maximum-potential]

I like to think in the vamp!au each region has mainly dhampirs scattered around, a rare vampire here and there just hanging on. Unova just casually has a vampire nurse joy in Opelucid City, who’s legit just chilling. She’s really out her using her immortality to her advantage, she and drayden are immortal buds even if he is just a dhampir.

[passingthetime]

Maybe I do like Café Tacvba, and Rubén Albarrán seems like such a cool dude

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

“She adapts to survive.” — Nesta, A House of Flame and Flower

feyre has never lived somewhere she chose to be. the cottage, spring, or night. all her homes were results of unforeseen circumstances or someone forcing her to be there. i’ve always said that she acclimated to prythian so easily because she never liked being human anyway but what if it’s a survival tactic? i’ve always said nesta and elain don’t belong in the nc but what if feyre doesn’t either… she’s not living there, she’s surviving it.

[charonte-simi]

I love getting excessively stoned during the day and having bizarre, mind-blowing revelations about myself.

[xbladekitkat85]

It is her birthday today!

[enbyeddiediaz]

The star

The fool

hi simi <3

the star: have you ever seen a psychic?

i haven't, but i'm definitely intrigued. the closest i've been is that sometimes my friends will do tarot readings that are scarily accurate and full of information that i did not give them

the fool: do you have any nicknames?

i do!! some based on eliza (liz, lizard, elizardbeth) and some based on my birth name which is ruby (rubes, ruble, boob r (my friend bobbi is boob b), ruby pie). my dad also calls me sweetheart and all of my friends use pet names for each other

tarot asks <3

[cinamun]

What race would you say Bella and Mortimer Goth are? My assumption is that Mortimer is white and Bella is Hispanic, but I want to ask someone of color. I was guessing Hispanic based on her parents first names, Jocasta and Simis. But idk if those are actually first names used somewhere in the world or just made up by the sims team.

Thanks in advance for your insight and sorry for the ramblings 💗

I just googled because this was an issue last year when EA decided to darken the Goth family 8 years after whitewashing them. That's a good article, check it out.

As for my game...

[prettyboybuckley]

"please. please just listen to me." for the prompts ♥️

hi simi ❤️ i wrote part of this while standing in the cold at work trying to hide from my responsibilities (there just wasn't anything to do but i didn't want to be caught doing nothing and being on my phone). anyway, hope you enjoy!

Today is the day.

Buck feels nervous to the point of nausea, nerves twisting in his stomach in a way that is mostly unpleasant.

He's been trying to talk himself out of it, but Buck is nothing if not stubborn, to the point that even convincing himself that something isn't a good idea is a feat.

And oh boy is this a bad idea. Buck knows that it's a bad idea. Because telling your best friend you're in love with them doesn't generally have the best success rate. Like, fifty-fifty at most, it seems from the stories on the internet.

Buck isn't sure if he likes those odds.

But he also knows that he can't keep this inside any longer. And God, it's probably going to hurt, but he knows that Eddie cares about him. Buck needs to take this chance, or he'll always be thinking about the possibilities.

Because Eddie isn't straight.

Eddie isn't straight, and he dropped that casually in conversation while they were at a bar with the team, nonchalant like it didn't just shift Buck's entire worldview.

Buck needs to get rid of the idea that he has a chance - and the best way to do that is by having Eddie say it to his face. He thinks, at least.

He's got to be realistic - maybe even pessimistic. No expectations mean there is less chance of disappointed, he tells himself.

The knock on his door startles him - he invited Eddie over to the loft, feeling like it would be best if Eddie was the one with the option to leave - and he rushes over, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to clam himself down. It takes long enough that Eddie knocks again.

Eddie frowns as Buck lets him in, probably at Buck's shiftiness, but he when Buck tells him to take a seat at the table, he does so. Buck sits down opposite of him.

It takes him a few minutes before he even thinks he's ready to form words. Eddie is looking at him curiously, but he's waiting patiently for Buck to say what he needs to say. He'd made sure that Eddie knew there was something Buck wanted to talk about when he got here

Their eyes meet over the table, and Buck thinks- he thinks that maybe he should just get it over with.

"I'm in love with you," he blurts out, and before Eddie can react in any way, he keeps on rambling. "Which, I know that's probably not what you were expecting, and I totally get it if it makes you uncomfortable, but I really couldn't keep it in any longer because-"

"Buck."

"Because you have no idea how easy it is to love you, I feel, you and Christopher both, and I just need you to tell me I don't have a chance so my stupid head can stop-"

"Buck!"

"Stop thinking that maybe I have a change, you know? Because I know you don't feel that way about me, and I'm okay with that, so-"

"Buck, I swear to god," Eddie bites out, practically lunging over the table to grab Buck by the collar. Buck looks at him with wide eyes. "Please, please just listen to me."

After his whole rant, Buck is at a loss for words, and he blinks a little stupidly.

"Uhm?"

Eddie seems to realize what he's doing, and his fingers slowly uncurl from Buck's shirt as he takes a deep breath.

"There really is no way to stop you when you've got yourself going, is there?" Eddie asks, but he's smiling fondly, and that has to be a good thing, right? "If you gave me literally a single second to process, you wouldn't have had to given that whole rant."

More blinking from Buck. He's all out of words, it seems. Eddie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head a little.

"I'm in love with you, too, you idiot."

At least he gives Buck the time to process and yeah, that does seem much better, even if all Buck manages by the end of it is a soft "oh". He wasn't prepared for this option.

Eddie is looking at him expectantly, and he raises an eyebrow.

"Are you gonna come over here and kiss me, or do I need to make the first move this time?"

Buck didn't even know he could move this fast. He hits his hip on the corner of the table in his haste, but the bruise is worth it for the way Eddie's lips feel against his.

from the romantic confession dialog prompts