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muirneach · 9 months ago
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my room is on the second floor and my moms room is on the first but i could faintly hear her exclaiming things the way she does when she watches tennis and i was like well thats weird theres nothing on right now- oh my god shes watching wimbledon final highlights isn’t she. go down there. Yep. known novak loather too so she was hooting and hollering and gloating whenever he lost a point, which as we know was frequent in said match
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bbbbbbbbatman · 10 months ago
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Bruce keeping a tighter and tighter lid on his identity around the Justice League because with each new person to reveal their identity he realizes that he has fucked far too high a percentage of his co workers as Bruce Wayne and he has to take this secret to his grave
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i-am-a-fan · 27 days ago
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never give up on your dreams. that one shot fic WILL have tabs.
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rejectpile · 4 days ago
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As soon as I heard 'slumber party make outs' I knew I had to do some Jennifer's Body inspired jackieshauna art.
This is just my first pass, still loads to change and fix and do.
And um, yeah, Jackie is twirling Shauna's hair :)
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eladoobler · 7 months ago
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hello john doe
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i want to try drawing backgrounds now, and i got inspired after seeing a mod that had this neat guy in it, so here he is
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odo-apologist · 7 months ago
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Smegtober #4: Virtual Reality
The room is sterile, perfectly white walls unbroken by any unnecessary patterns or pictures or posters, the overhead lights blinding in their pure brightness, minimalist metal chairs sleek, hard, and cold, leaving one anxious to stand up and stretch once the session is over, and the wireless suits ready to use and laid out upon tables that are free of any useless clutter. The lifeless atmosphere is even clearer now, with the space emptied of its usual occupants and quiet except for the low hum of electricity.
     It unnerved Kris the first time she was in the room alone, the only student left, but over time, she's grown used to it. It seems you can grow used to any environment if given long enough, even one that feels like it's trying to shut you out, doing its best to make you feel unwelcome.
     Besides, this is the closest Kris has come to what might be called a home.
     She grabs her suit and slips it on. Approaching one of the desks, she pulls out its chair; the squeak of its legs against the tiled floor interrupts the ambiance and echoes through the nearly silent place. Seated, Kris places the headset on and adjusts it so it rests snuggly over her eyes. She brings her hand up to a small switch on the device, near her temple, flips it–
     “Welcome home, Krissy!” Her mother's arms envelope her within a tight, warm hug. She catches a whiff of perfume: a strong scent of jasmine. As she's released from the embrace, she smells the dinner the cook has prepared; it is Christmas Eve and she's in her family home.
     Her father stands in the doorway to the dining room, a mug in hand. “Kristine,” he smiles, “How was this last term?”
      “Well, we got to talk with Shakespeare again after reading Antony and Cleopatra. We saw a recreation of its first performance in The Globe, then we even discussed its accuracy with Antony and Cleopatra themselves! I wrote about it during finals and got an ‘A’ in the course.” She beams with pride as she speaks of her paper. Miss Brody had really praised her for that one.
     “That's lovely, dear,” her mother replies. One of their maids had brought mugs for her and Kris, so she hands one to the latter. “And not at all surprising. You've always been our straight-A scholar.”
     “That's right, Krissy. We're so proud of you!”
     Kris beams brighter. The words make her feel warm in a way the short, hurried messages from home fail to do. Later, laying in bed in her dorm that's been vacated of its other residents for the holidays, this moment will ring as false as it is; she'll feel a faint shame at her indulgence. But that's then and this is now, and dinner is ready to be served. Her father will talk about his latest excavation, her mother will talk about the ads she's working on for a pharmaceutical company or a new energy drink or the most recent model of hoppers, and Kris will enjoy every moment, basking in the glow of honey-yellow candlelight.
     In the classroom, Kris unconsciously shifts in her chair.
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grapecaseschoices · 8 months ago
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i know people dont like playing warrior in da. but grappling hook has to be one of the sexiest and coolest moves ever on a per-specialization ability tree.
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prince-jelli-fish · 2 years ago
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apparently i can't draw temenos without his hand behind his pack
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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years ago
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hate hate hate hate hate this new thing tumblr is doing on mobile where without clicking on ads it will have a full screen pop-up thing just because you scrolled past it. like what if fuck you actually
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mermaids-ate-my-dinner · 2 years ago
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My favourite Class to play in DnD is a Warlock who doesn't know they're a Warlock 🙌
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ishgard · 1 year ago
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I look forward to maybe adjusting these as we get into Dawntrail (tell me your secrets bunny man I know you have them.)
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Now if DT gives me more delicious fuel much of it is subject to change, but tentatively as of now they 'hooked up' post-EW. I headcanon in several months after Ultima Thule and before the void plot starts up, which Ahru spent mostly recovering, checking in on friends and family post-Final Days, doing allied quests, or moping about aimlessly not knowing what to do with herself.
She didn't take the Scion break-up very well (though she keeps this to herself and she understands why they did it). Somewhere in that funk, her and Erenville cross paths, and he invites her along on some rather simple work with him, and a gradual friendly flirtation grows that leads to some... benefits. Bunnyfits.
As of now it's all fairly casual and straightforward, with the potential complications/growth waiting primarily for DT developments. There is also a semi-secret tentative oopsie baby subplot floating around in my head (but that's another 'we'll see how Dawntrail plays out'.) Look how cute tho.
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sisyisweird · 11 months ago
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I've got 3 separate hms art, like actual-rendered-and-pretty-looking-not-random-doodles kinda art, and they're all so drastically different in art styles 🫠
Cos I draw so damn slow 😭I wanna post them but they're like 70% done
Then I go starting a new drawing and that art also ends up 70% done and nothing gets finished in the end arrgrgrgrgrh help
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valiasims · 8 months ago
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Beachy Collection
Hey everyone!
My new cc set is finished! This collection was inspired by the beaches, obviously :D. I wanted to make some essentials for your sims to enjoy what left of the summer.
If you have not seen my other posts I'll add some notes for the items here. First of all there are two versions of the sling chair because I wanted it to have the sunbathing functionality but sims lay down whilst sunbathing on a lounge chair so I had to attach a pouff foot rest to it so the animation isn't weird. But I added a simple chair version as well so you can mix and match and it won't look too copy-paste with the same foot rest.
Second item I want to mention is the drink tray. There's two, one is functional with the Backyard Stuff Pack the other is a deco one.
Third thing is the public bathroom which I managed to get to work without adding two of them to the object. But this was a really annoying process because for some reason the animation for it includes the sim teleporting a mile to the left when entering the facility. In my case that meant they jumped out of the object. It worked fine for females because for some reason they jumped only half a mile and I thought I was good, then I tested the males and whoops...But don't worry, you won't see them standing frozen while "peeing" because I managed to tweak the tuning so the males use the same animation as the females.
I think that's it! I hope you'll enjoy these objects. Let me know what you think or if you have any questions/problems!
The Set Includes
Sling Tanning Chair (foot rest included)
Sling Chair (chair version)
Folding Table
Coffee Table (1 tile, 2 tile)
Pouff Table
Drink Tray Functional (you need to have Backyard Stuff Pack)
Drink Tray Deco
Folded Towel With Sunscreen
Beach Blanket
Sun Umbrella (opened, closed)
Wooden Planks
Simewe Beach Bag
Wooden Awning (with and without curtains)
Mexican Fan Palm (tall and short)
Public Bathroom Hut
-DOWNLOAD HERE- Public release on the 16th of September 6PM CST
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watch-out-it-bites · 1 year ago
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can't a fella just have some fun around here???
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cementcornfield · 3 months ago
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i will say, in the calmness of the morning after lol, i DO still think we are more likely to get tee, ja'marr, and trey done than not, like i said in the tags last night. though, the nature of this FO being the FO it is and the family behind it, they will make it unnecessarily hard and frankly just say dickish things like this in the interest of "negotiations".
if you look at more of what duke said yesterday:
On Tee: It's going to be hard. We feel like we have the resources to do it, but it all depends on how the negotiation goes and whether they're willing to accept wanting to come back at a number that makes sense for everybody. And you know what we do with Tee going forward, I've always been very upfront in my desire to have Tee Higgins on our team. I've never not been upfront about that, and that desire continues, but we have to be able to come together with his representation on what that means and what the right number is for his experience, for his play time, for his production."
Let's find something that works for everybody, because he is a guy that we want to have here, and hopefully that can come together, but we have other guys who are trying to take big bites of the apple in other areas, and we're going to have to balance those as we go forward.
Basically corresponding to the viral tweet of, we can't pay everyone top dollar, which while shitty, is something i think tee realized when he fired David M. it has ALWAYS been the case that in order for this to work, tee will be getting less money than he would from a WR-desperate team in free agency. (i believe right now his projected worth in FA is 28 million a year, i could easily see a team like the patriots going up to 30 tbh). we've taken the agent switch however to mean that he's okay with getting a few less million. how much less is he willing to settle for? and would it be fair in the team's POV regarding his play time and production (because you really can't have a discussion about tee's worth if you aren't factoring in the unfortunate reality of his injury history and consistent lack of availability). and all that is where the uncertainty comes in. and that will be the bengals' argument against him getting paid at the top of his position, despite what he is likely worth on the free market. i believe that's what duke is alluding to here, but you know, said in the most dickish way possible. because we CAN and we SHOULD pay tee what he's worth, but the FO's strategy has always been to low ball and, again, make negotiations so so much harder than necessary.
On Trey: Has he earned a pay raise and a bump in an extension … he has,” Tobin said. “We’re cognizant of that, and we will give that to him. But whether we agree on what that looks like, is what is to be determined.” "We'll do what we can. We'll do what we feel is right, and we will try to get Trey re-signed. It's not giving anybody an extension. It's agreeing with somebody on an extension.”
Again, instead of just outright saying, yeah we want trey, he's our ONLY player on defense basically worth paying and we want to make him happy, duke goes through all this nonsense on how we won't GIVE him an extension (implying in some ways that it has yet to be earned, despite....everything!). again, a negotiation tactic that feels so gross when paired with the viral "we can't pay everyone" quote. but i do still feel like they will try here, going back to the first part of the quote, it just depends on how much of a bump trey wants. i don't think trey necessarily wants to be the HIGHEST paid DE in the league, he just wants to be playing for a more reasonable paycheck than his current shitty contract (which, i will say, no one forced him to sign that extension. i remember it being talked about last year, how he had a particularly green agent who gave him bad advice about both the original extension and the ability to adjust it last year).
On Ja'Marr: “It's a priority for us. It's something we feel like there's a framework to work off of. Should be a pretty easy framework to work off of. Guys in his position have recently re-done contracts. We believe in Ja’Marr, he's very important to us. The other guys that have done contracts are very important to their teams. So, we believe there's a real framework to work off of. I would expect that we could come together on something that makes sense for both sides.”
This is the one that actually does give me the most comfort, and i think even duke realizes that ja'marr HAS to get done this offseason. like god, they came so close last offseason it's so ridiculous. but they've got the "easy framework" based on the recent top WR contracts (aka justin's, which i've talked about already following the same time frame for ja'marr so far). they just have to use that contract structure, something close to what they structured last year, and make some adjustments. they know this is their last chance to get it done without blowing everything up and burning some bridges. they know how important ja'marr is. it's going to get done. let's just pray they don't drag this shit out again and ja'marr misses another training camp!!
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Zero excuse not to pay our best players. Btw.
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ari-ana-bel-la · 7 days ago
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I was wondering if you could please do one where max’s (or Lando’s you chose) daughter starts karting and wins here first race with all of her favorite grid uncles there
Little Racer
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The paddock buzzed with excitement that Saturday morning, not because of any Formula 1 action, but because a certain little girl with golden hair and sky-blue eyes was about to take on her latest karting race.
Yn tugged on her tiny race suit, the orange and blue colors matching her Papa's old team. The suit looked just a touch too big on her, but she wore it with pride. Her helmet sat nearby, a bright pink with little lightning bolts that she had insisted on—“because I’m fast like Papa,” she’d declared with a grin that melted Max’s heart every single time.
Max stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes locked on every strap and buckle as if she were about to get into an F1 car rather than a kart. Kelly sat with Charles and Daniel under the canopy nearby, watching the scene unfold with amused expressions.
“I swear,” Kelly said, sipping her coffee, “he’s more stressed before her race than he is before a Grand Prix.”
Charles chuckled. “He’s been checking that helmet for the past twenty minutes. It’s a helmet, mate, not a spaceship.”
Daniel leaned over and whispered to Pierre, “Ten bucks says he forgets to breathe during the race.”
Pierre grinned. “You’re on.”
Meanwhile, Max knelt down in front of Yn, adjusting her gloves. “Are you sure everything feels okay, schatje?”
Yn nodded eagerly. “Yes, Papa! It’s perfect! Look!” She bounced on the balls of her feet and struck a dramatic pose. “I’m ready to zoom!”
Max smiled, but it was tight. “Okay. But remember—take the inside line into turn three. You’ve been braking too early.”
“I know, I know,” she giggled. “You told me that, like, a hundred times!”
“Because I care,” Max said seriously, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re fast, baby, but smart wins races.”
She tilted her head, frowning a little. “But I always get second or third.”
“That’s because you’re still learning. But you’ll get there. You always do.”
Kelly walked over then and placed a gentle hand on Max’s shoulder. “Let her have fun, Max. It’s supposed to be fun.”
Max sighed. “I know. I just—she’s so small.”
“She’s also a Verstappen,” Kelly teased. “She was born ready.”
As Yn was called to the starting grid, she ran off with her tiny karting team, giving Max a double thumbs-up. “Wish me luck!”
“Good luck!” the group of drivers shouted behind her in unison.
Max remained planted in the same spot, watching the little kart go, lips pressed in a line.
“You gonna breathe, man?” Carlos teased, walking up and clapping Max on the back.
“Barely,” Max muttered.
Lando snickered. “He’s going to cry, I swear.”
The race started, and the tension around Max increased by the second. The screen showed the little karts darting around the track, and every time another kart got too close to Yn, Max’s jaw clenched. His hands gripped the edge of the barrier, knuckles white.
“She’s fine,” Fernando said calmly. “She’s in third and holding her line well.”
“Oh God, that kid behind her is getting too close—” Max started, but then Yn took a sharp move on the next turn and overtook second place.
Daniel whooped. “She’s flying!”
“Still needs to catch the leader though,” Pierre pointed out.
Lap after lap, she gained ground. And then, on the final lap, just before the last corner, Yn made a daring move that made the entire group leap to their feet.
“She’s going for it!” Charles shouted.
“No way—” Carlos muttered.
And then—she did it. Yn crossed the finish line in first place.
Max didn’t even react for a moment. His brain needed a full five seconds to process what had just happened. His baby girl had won.
“She did it,” he whispered, almost in disbelief. “She won.”
Kelly clapped her hands and kissed his cheek, eyes shining. “She did it, Max!”
Max barely registered anything else. He was already jogging toward the parc fermé where little Yn was jumping up and down next to her kart, helmet off, hair sticking to her forehead, eyes wide with joy.
“PAPA!” she squealed, launching herself into his arms.
Max caught her, lifting her high off the ground. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, hugging her tightly, his eyes damp. “So, so proud.”
“I won, Papa! I won! Did you see me? I did what you said! I took the inside!”
“You were perfect,” Max choked out, kissing her temple. “My little champion.”
The other drivers soon joined, surrounding her with praise and affection.
“You’re the coolest kid ever,” Daniel said, giving her a high-five.
“First win, huh?” Pierre grinned. “You’ll be faster than your Papa in no time.”
“I waved at you!” Yn beamed from the podium, grinning as she held up a shiny, golden little trophy. “Did you see me waving?”
“We saw, chérie!” Charles called out, clapping.
“You’re a legend now,” Lando said, pretending to wipe a tear. “Our little legend.”
“I wanna do it again,” Yn declared proudly. “I wanna win more!”
“You will,” Max promised, arms still tightly around her. “But this one? This one’s special. It’s your first.”
And he looked at her trophy with the kind of admiration that no WDC title could ever match.
The house was quiet, wrapped in the gentle stillness of late night. Yn had fallen asleep hours ago, snuggled into her bed, still in her pajamas covered in little race cars. Her tiny trophy rested beside her on the nightstand, glinting softly under the warm light of her night lamp.
In the living room, Kelly walked in with a mug of tea, only to find Max kneeling in front of their large trophy shelf.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly, amused.
Max was carefully rearranging things, gently pushing his latest WCC trophy to the side. His WDCs joined it, shuffled just slightly away from the spotlight.
Right in the center, now placed on a small elevated platform of its own, was Yn’s trophy.
“She deserves center stage,” Max murmured without looking back.
Kelly chuckled, sitting on the couch. “You do realize it’s a four-inch plastic cup, right?”
Max finally stood and turned to her, arms crossed, nodding. “Exactly. And it means more to me than all the rest combined.”
Kelly raised a brow. “You’re so whipped, it’s ridiculous.”
Max shrugged, walking over and dropping onto the couch beside her. “That’s my daughter. My little champion. You saw her today—she was flawless. Brave. Smart. Calm. Four, and she was more composed than I was at twenty-two.”
“She really was,” Kelly said softly, resting her head on his shoulder.
They sat in silence for a moment before Max whispered, “You think it’s too soon to get her a custom kart?”
Kelly snorted. “Max.”
“I’m just saying. Maybe carbon fiber—lightweight chassis—”
“Max.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “Next month.”
Kelly rolled her eyes fondly. “You’re impossible.”
He grinned, glancing toward the trophy case again, where one small trophy gleamed in the spotlight like it belonged in a museum.
“But admit it,” he said with a soft smile, “it looks pretty good up there, huh?”
Kelly looked and then smiled. “Yeah. It really does.”
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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.
-🩷🎀
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