#ATTS

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Ya Shura Atts, 2023

[rodolfoparras]

Yeah dude bros giving each other hand jobs and claiming it’s just something good friends do, is hot

but what about dude bros fucking each other, having him practically bouncing on your lap, chest flush against yours, eyes staring into your own

You can hear the obscene sound of your ball sack slapping against his ass, can hear the grunts and groans escaping his lips as he whines like a bitch in heat, can feel his hot breath washing over your skin and the way he’s fucking himself faster and harder onto your dick

You both know you’re crossing the lines of friendships but you’re still playing dumb because why cant two good friends fuck? If anything it’s just like any other itch to scratch right? Besides why complain when he looks so good with your cum dripping from his ass.

[moved2fshfish]

[puuung1]

I recently finished watching the ‘Attack on Titan’ anime, I was inspired and created a fan art of Levi Ackerman.

[aralc1998]

since you guys liked the nami’s fanart, here’s another one

[dumpitos]

what seems so blue in the sunlight, by the night was a pale green… 🌌

[ameriko-steelie]

TS3 Adult to Teen Conversion Pack: Part 2

More adult to teen conversions! The majority of these are Eilliesimple meshes; in fact, this has two of my favorite CC dresses that happen to both be made by Elliesimple!

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Original AF/AM Links:

Satellite-Sims: 4t3 Elliesimple Top Pack: Bustier Top, Cropped Sweater, Lina Top, Turtleneck Top

Chisami: High-Rise Flare Jeans

Rollo-Rolls: 4t3 Elliesimple Angel Dress (high poly)

Skittles-Sims: 4t3 Elliesimple Midi Dress* (high poly) (deactivated, original has a neck problem if you have it and want to redownload from this link)

Yesod-Sims: 4t3 Lazy Eyelids Denim Overalls: Shorts (Female) and Jeans (Male) (deactivated)

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In total, there are 9 items - all valid for maternity! The Midi Dress has two versions (don't use both, duh): one with a 1024 multiplier and overlays, and one with 2048 textures. There is an explanation as to why that is in the file. The short answer is: TSRW kept crashing.

Get the denim skirt paired with the purple bustier top here by NightOSphereSims and the Caio slit miniskirt here, converted by me.

DOWNLOAD - SFS

or

DOWNLOAD - Simblr.CC

@sssvitlanz @pis3update @wanderingsimsfinds @xto3conversionsfinds

@nightospheresims, @rollo-rolls -- I'd be happy to convert more of your CC to teens or other life stages!

Read below if you have the original AF midi dress or if you want to see the neck problem with it.

SkittleSims seems to have deactivated sometime in early August, which is crazy, since a few weeks before that, I had literally located and downloaded the midi dress conversion - a cute dress I had seen in some ReShade pictures and was seriously desperate to find! However, it had some neck bone problems, making it flicker and not be connected during animations, as seen below:

This is why I am providing a new AF link with swapped bones! It was also seriously a nightmare to convert due to its high vert count and bizarre normals getting corrupted when exporting the .wso file (wtf, TSRW??). Then I had some bone assignment issues with the dress getting stretched at the bottom... But it's now available for teens, and I am happy!

[lapinneok]

happy dhgirltober everybody

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #Caturday:

Ceramic bottle modeled in the form of a standing feline, decorated with resist-painted motif. Gallinazo style (aka Virú culture), NW Peru, Early Intermediate Period, c. 200 BCE - 600 CE. Spotted at the American Museum of Natural History NYC.

PS: this vessel may depict the Peruvian subspecies of Pampas Cat aka Northern Colocolo (Leopardus colocola garleppi). The Andean Mountain Cat (Leopardus jacobita) is also often suggested, but their range is more southern and higher elevation than where the Virú were? Also note the stripier legs on the Colocolo similar to the ceramic:

[umameva]

She knows where to wait for me on a sunday afternoon...

[xoluvx]

en la pichi interlude; b.eilish y me digas to' lo mucho que you miss me

The sight of your face on the little screen was daunting. There was a pang in her chest as she stared at the phone. The face familiar yet haunting. Lingering since the day you left. Since the day you both exploded, the spark too strong for either of you to handle anymore.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she clicked on your profile. She'd been completely erased from your life and your feed. The only photo that showed she'd ever existed was the one with the dark grey hoodie. She sighed and locked the phone staring off into space. Her icy blue eyes glazed over as she pushed her body back on the couch, crossing her arms in a pensive state.

"Can I borrow this?" you asked walking into the living room. You hadn't waited for her answer, the hoodie already clung to your body as you cozied your hands into the sleeves, smiling. She opened her arms inviting you to fall into them. Into her. You did so happily. Nuzzling your face into her neck, inhaling her scent. Completely drowning in it.

"He's the worst," you scoffed flailing your red vine at the tv screen with a disgusted face. You were practically laying on her. Her legs outstretched on the ottoman, your head on her chest feeling the soft rise and fall of her beating heart. She simply laughed cupping your jaw turning your face so you were looking at her.

Her eyes traced the curve of your nose. The way your lips were slightly turned downward in confusion. Brows furrowed. She was completely enamored by you. Wanting to live in this moment forever. The sound of your voice, the way you looked in her hoodie. She wanted this every day.

She pulled your face closer and you happily obliged leaning in to kiss her. The kiss tender. Lips molding so perfectly. You tasted of candy and love. She melted into your touch when you brought your hand to her cheek, caressing her skin. So soft and gentle until you were straddling her waist and her hands were under the hoodie and you weren't wearing anything underneath.

Your whimpers sunk into her neck, tongue tracing hearts on her skin as you swayed your hips. She moaned when you took off her beanie, fingers lacing in her hair pulling gently until her lips were parted and your noses were brushing. Your eyes watching the way her lids fluttered. You grabbed her hands pulling them up higher. The hoodie coming up with them until she was sliding it off your body.

She held your naked body. Hands cold on your skin as you kissed again. Fingers tracing swirls on your back. You felt the chills coursing through your body; nipples hard and needy longing for her touch. Her hands came around to cup your breasts as you swayed your hips getting off from the friction created by your clothes.

Billie snapped out of it. The same beanie she'd been wearing rested on the coffee table. Her phone next to it. Reaching for it, she put it on then slid the phone in the pocket of her jeans as she got up heading for the door.

The night swallowed her as she pulled out of the driveway. The moonlight offering some comfort as she drove with the music low. She didn't need directions. She had them memorized by heart. The route so familiar, it was like muscle memory when she pulled up to your driveway.

Grabbing her phone, she stared at your picture. So small in the screen that held you captive. She bit her lip contemplating her next move. It was either call you and beg for you to see her or put her car in reverse and pretend none of it had happened.

"Hey, um-" she cleared her throat leaning her elbow on the car down.

"-I'm outside. Are you home?" her voice was shaky as she heard rustling from the other side of the phone. The static in your voice made her insides flutter and she bit her lip listening to your feet shuffle on your wooden floors. She got out of the car, door closing as she heard you curse under your breath tripping over something.

Then she was standing at the door, phone still pressed to her ear. Free hand tucked into the pocket of her jeans. Eyes fixed on the door that opened abruptly.

The hoodie. You were wearing her hoodie.

Your eyes locked. The spark burning in your irises. Lips curling upward in a small smile as you opened the door a little wider letting her in.

Free to walk back in your heart.

[ozu-teapot]

The Seduction of Inga (AKA Någon att älska) | Joseph W. Sarno | 1968

Inger Sundh, Marie Liljedahl

[ilustraprin]

“I can’t dare to dream about you anymore”

[kiisaes]

sigh

[dizzybizz]

,,,mochi

[percexe]

oc train keeps on goin