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Knock knock 🚪✊- Is anyone out there?! For some reason the bug has only been biting me to write late at night, so I’m sorry I’ve been posting so late lately (lol) but I hope that some lip smutty fluff brightens up your morning! (p.s. ; yes I know there are still 17 asks rotting away in my box. I prooomise I’m getting to them. I’m wanting to do asks how I usually do them, which is giving you an 8-10k plot instead of just what I can write on my phone since I don’t have a laptop at the moment, but I swear im trying to get a new one suuuuper soon!!! I love you all!!)

I’ve been thinking all day, probably since it is Carnival season after all - about how fun it would be to go to a Carnival with Lip over summer break, or even take a roadtrip to Cedar Point together and make a whole week out of it?! Eeee our prince deserves some fun time! I just know he’s the kind that is such a kid at heart, he grew up with so many siblings! He also has Frannie around, so he would totally love stuff like that (more BTC)

(Warnings for BTC: AFAB reader, No physical attributes for reader are described other then r/ has long hair, Smut!!!, No use of Y/N {r/ goes by pet names like baby, sweetheart, honey, etc.}, Fluff {happy lip!!}, Established relationship, College!Lip, sweet older-brother vibes from Lip, vomiting (r throws up cotton candy, it’s not too bad or long though!) , No ‘typical’ Gallagher drama to be found! {giving our mans a break!!} , not heavily edited, sweet/caring BF!Lip) [if I missed any please let me know in the comments!]

So you’d get there probably just as the sun is setting ‘because that’s the most romantic time to go’ he’d teased, in your ear earlier that afternoon between heavy needy kisses that you shared the moment he’d gotten home from work and he tugged you up to his bedroom since the house had been empty, he was going to use that time ever wisely.

He had been talking up this grand fun night together when the Carnival Fair was finally coming to town that weekend. It was going to be a wonderful chance for you and him to get some nice time alone, especially after finishing out your spring semester of school and having the summer off. He’d been working the summer at Patsy’s, so he told you he was gonna have all the money a girl could dream to get cotton candy and funnel cake since you’d gushed about how when you were a kid those were your favorite to get.

He had wrapped his beat up Jean jacket around your shoulders as you walked after he bought your tickets, even though it was nearing the middle of August and during the day summer was in full swing - fall had already begun to creep in at night causing goosebumps to arise on your arms. “Have I ever told you what a gentleman you are, Gallagher?” You kiss his cheek gently and he chuckled, shaking his head a bit

“Takin’ care of you is my job baby.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your head gently as you waited in line together to get a big bag of cotton candy to share.

“Well you’re really good at that job- you should give yourself a promotion” you held up your left hand jokingly, wiggling your ring finger and he lets out a chuckle, heat creeping to his cheeks that you couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride in your chest for being the reason of.

“I promise I will promote myself as soon as I can find it in the budget” he mused, lacing your fingers together as you head up to the counter and the guy a few years younger then the two of you asked what he could get for him- and he looked at you “you still want the bag one, yea?” He confirmed.

You looked at lip like he had hung the moon in the sky that night, you usually looked at him that way. How he was so kind, and attentive in the way he loved you. How he yearned to take care of you, he wanted nothing more than to make you happy. He made you the happiest girl in the world just by remembering you told him cotton candy was your favorite fair treat so getting right in line for it with you the moment you got there. Because it was what you liked, what made you happy.

“Yes, thank you baby” you planted a little kiss on his neck, since you couldn’t reach his lips when he wasn’t ducking his head to kiss you as he handled the paying and the conversation. Being taken care of had become routine for you, pampered- loved. That’s how you felt when you were around lip, loved- and seen.

Your next stop after sitting and munching on cotton candy until you nearly gave yourself a tummy ache, causing Lip to have to tie off the rest of the bag yo keep your sneaky fingers from getting in when he wasn’t looking - was the strongman game.

You giggle and point “Babyyyyy! You’re so strong- look at that cute pink unicorn!! I can cuddle it when you’re at work! Pleeeeease Lip, can you win it for me baby? Pretty pleeeease?” You beg sweetly, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and kissing along his jaw to sweeten the deal.

He chuckled a bit, looking at the top rack where said obnoxiously large unicorn was zip tied to the grate, looking down at you before back up at it and sighing a bit to himself “I can win it - but do I particularly wanna carry it around the rest of the night?” He looked down at you again to see your fluttering lashes and pouty bottom lip.

“For your lady? For your bestest girl in the whole world? Pleeeease? You work too much who am I gonna snuggle!” You stand on your tip toes and peck his lips “if I was strong enough to do it myself I would but I need my big strong man to do it for me” you emphasize for added pizazz and he snorts a laugh, patting your ass playfully and giving it a squeeze.

“You are a damn good manipulator” he teased as he dug out his wallet, grabbing a 5 dollar bill that it costed for the three swings “gimme a real kiss- y’know, luck and shit” he puckered his lips, ducking his head and you giggle, happily squeaking as you plant a juicy loving kiss on his lips, your hand finding the back of his neck and stroking gently

“Thank you best boyfriend in the world” you giggle happily and stood to the side as he handed the guy the money

“So uh- what do I need to do f’the horse” he nodded at the pink unicorn with a rainbow tail.

“It’s a unicorn, baby!” You remind and he rolled his eyes playfully

“The fuckin unicorn, then, what do I need t’do” he asked the man running the game booth

“Have to get 100% on one of your 3 tries.” He explained, putting the money in the cash box and Lip nodded

“Easy enough” he picked up the mallet, rolling his shoulders a few times to stretch them out.

“You got this baby!!!” You clap happily and watch as he takes his first swing and the little piece races up and hits 96% causing you to jump up and down happily “Good job baby!!!” You giggled and he smiled at your sweet, encouraging reaction even for something as silly as a carnival game, something he always adored about you is your undying support and encouragement for the people you love. He always felt when you were around that he could just be himself and somehow, that was enough, all on its own.

“Not bad for a first swing ‘eh?” He mused with a playful cockiness and since it wasn’t all too common someone could really get 100% on the thing, a small crowd of 5 or so carnival goers had stopped to see if he was going to get it.

“Not bad at all, I’m already thinking of names for our soon to be adopted unicorn baby” you said and he chuckled a bit, lifting his arms to take his next swing and you couldn’t help but realize how the hem of his black T-shirt rode up when he did, exposing his v-line and happy trail just a bit. You bit your lip gently at the sight, also not missing the sexy little grunt that left his throat when he used all his strength slamming down on the platform with the mallet.

The little knob races up and pangs the bell, announcing that Lip had in fact hit the 100% threshold - breaking you out of your lustful gaze and dirty thoughts that nearly constantly plagued your mind when he was around, the man was walking sex - how could you deny yourself? You gasped and cheered, rushing up to Lip and jumping into a hug “Baby! Oh my god, I love you! I knew you could do it!” You laughed excitedly, kissing him back passionately as he held you safely around his waist, spinning around with you once and chuckling as he set you down, his cheeks slightly pink when he realized there were still a few stragglers hanging about who had watched him win.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t comfortable with PDA, he actually quite loved showing you off, and showing the fact that you loved him off. It made him feel special, wanted. But the two of you had gotten more then just affectionate, you weren’t just the girl of the month that he was screwing to let off steam. He didn’t even realize that the whole ‘love of your life’ thing was real - or possible for someone like him none-the-less.

But as dopey and love sick as it sounded to him in his head, he knew there are absolutely people out there who aren’t loved as proudly as him by someone like you, so any testament of that love and how lucky he was to have it made his chest swell with pride. You were his girlfriend, his lady. Nothing you could ever do would embarrass him.

“Unicorn, right?” The man asked and you nodded excitedly.

“Baby Glitter Gallagher! Isn’t that so cute? Our very first baby together” you giggle as the man handed over the large stuffed toy and you give it a big hug “thaaaank you lip” you said sweetly

“Baby Glitter - so baby is the first name, glitter is her middle name? Or is it baby-glitter like MarySue or some shit?” He asked, causing you to laugh as you walked with him in search of your next adventure to partake in together.

“BabyGlitter is like MarySue, I’m glad we clarified. She’s absolutely a Gallagher, though. So step up or cough up child support is all I’m sayin’” you joked, earning another adorable chuckle from him.

Your next stop was one that Lip had pointed out, so you felt like it was mandated to stop and partake because it was the first thing he had mentioned on his own since you had gotten here; the zipper ride. You had spent the last 10 minutes in line as you waited for the group in front of yours to go, telling him that you could absolutely handle it.

“Gallagher, are you callin’ me a crybaby?” You teased, playfulness edging your tone. “Cause last I checked I can handle myself, even if I like having a sexy man around to protect me” you smiled, kissing his jaw gently. He chuckled at that, shaking his head and holding his left arm around your waist while his other was holding onto your new member of the family, as well as your remaining cotton candy that was deemed a hostage until at least the end of the night.

“I’m not- I’m not!” He holds the cotton candy up in defense jokingly “I’m just sayin I know you don’t like goin’ upside down is all and if I wanna go on the ride I wanna have fun.. when Ian and I used to ride it we’d be flipping the whole way around it was so fuckin fun.” He chuckled a bit at the memory, bringing a happy warmth to your chest. It was rare that the Gallagher kids got to make real, childhood memories together. So that all the more made you want to do this with him, to be a part of his nostalgia and nurture it the way he always made an effort to be a part of yours.

“Well then I wanna have fun! I’m not a baby we’ll be fine, I have you to protect me” you kiss his cheek as you got to the front of the line waiting to be let on the ride. He gives you a gentle peck on the lips before kissing your cheek

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, princess” he said, putting your things he had been holding for you over to the side with the rest of the carnival goers. He helped you up the platform steps, always being sure you never tripped and kept your fingers laced, rubbing the back of your hand gently with his hand as the man unlocked and opened the cage door, a creaky noise coming from it as he does so.

“There’s no-“ you swallow thickly when you realize there was no seatbelts, and lip gave you a ‘told you so’ look, allbeit playful, it only egged on your petulant pride and you shrug. “No seatbelts, makes for more fun, right?” You muse, stepping in and lip got in right next to you, your shoulders and arms pressed up against one another.

“That’s the best part” Lip smirked, holding onto the grip bars when the man clanked the door shut, dropping the lock bar in place and you were suddenly moving. Everything was no longer steady, and it felt as if you were trapped in a fan blade rocking back and forth ready to flip over any which way.

“Lip” you said, concern etching your voice. He was right, Lip usually was right, as annoying as it is for you most days. You didn’t particularly like heights, or being spun in circles, and mixing that with being trapped in a tiny metal cage was bringing those fears right to the surface and you weren’t quite sure what made your ego so big before you got on.

“What baby? You scared?” He teased, playfulness edging his voice. He begins to rock his weight back and forth, the whole cage rattling and clanging as he does so. The hinges seem to creak and you can see in your mind the gruesome terror that would unfold if the cage door just so happened to give out.

“Stop- stop it- it’s broken! Don’t you hear it, Lip? We gotta get off!” you said worriedly and he laughed like a masochistic 7 year old boy, rocking his weight more dramatically until you were fully laying down before swinging the other way and laying on said creaky cage door while you look below at the 50 foot drop and knuckles popped from gripping the grab bars on the cage door so hard

He chuckled more “baby it’s fine it’s not gonna break. Cmon let’s do a flip” he said, throwing all his weight back and you squeal as your suddenly hanging upside down and he laughs loudly “woops! Guess we’re stuck till we start moving” he teases and you whine, feet dangling off the floor of the cage

“Phillip Gallagher you’re the meanest boyfriend in the whole world!” You shout, causing him to laugh and you heard a chuckle from the riders below you at your current misfortune

“I thought I was the nicest boyfriend also the proud father of- what was it-“ he’s cut off as the ride starts again to let more riders on and you flip forward, swinging back and forth dramatically as the cage once again balanced your weight. You seized the opportunity to slap his shoulder once you found your footing

“You could have killed us!” You said but couldn’t help the big smile on your lips.

“Then I guess Baby Glitter Gallagher would have been an orphan before she even made it home” he mused, before giving you a kiss on the lips.

“This is why no more cotton candy babe” Lip said gently as he held your hair back and you puke up bright purple lemonade mixed with your blue and pink cotton candy.

“Yeah- kinda pretty though, right like -“ you pause to gag, more sugary neon purple mess splashing into the unfortunate bush you had decided to victimize tonight after your what felt like hundreds of flips on the zipper ride. “I would totally get my nails this color-“ you sniffle, spitting in the bush to rid your mouth of the slimey after puke feeling before standing and wiping your mouth with the back of your forearm.

He chuckled a bit, shaking his head as he dug around in the pocket of his Jean jacket that sat atop your unicorn for safe keeping and pulling out a small flask “open” he tilted your head back and you scrunch your nose, obeying and opening your mouth. “Sorry- but I know Y’gonna wanna kiss me and I don’t want to taste y’vomit babe, as much as I love you” he dribbled a mouthful of vodka in your mouth and you scrunch your face and whine slightly as you swished it around, gargling a bit for good measure before spitting it into the poor little bush and turning back to him to see he was finishing off the flask while you did so before putting it back in his jacket pocket.

“I think you need some water, and we should sit and relax f’r a second ‘huh?” He rubbed your arm gently before pulling you into a comforting hug and kissing the top of your head. You shut your eyes, enjoying the spicy scent of his cologne mixed with the musky earthy scent of tobacco and weed he’d consumed earlier.

“Yeah- but let’s stay over here. Well, maybe not by puke bush. But where it’s quiet. I know you probably want a smoke” you sat down next to a tree and he joined you, resting your unicorn next to his lap

“This fuckin thing is gonna take up my whole side of the bed” he muttered as he dug out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, lighting one between his lips

“Mmm, only when you’re not home. Gimme some” you said sweetly. He looked over, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, gentle kiss as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth and you sucked it down graciously, eyes fluttering shut at the short light feeling it gave your mind since you were only getting half of its effects.

“Better be you know I like doin butt rubs after a day at work” he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again, shorter this time because it was inturupted by a giggle from you. He was right, Lip loved to lay in bed in the dark with you, detailing what had went on at work that day while he felt up your ass. It wasn’t strictly sexual, (although a lot of times it ended that way) it was more a…stress toy for him to play with as he went on.

“I love butt rub time. I was actually thinking about that earlier. One of the best times of the day” you wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face in his neck and kissing the warm skin gently as he took another drag.

“Yeah baby?” He kissed your temple gently, squeezing your side and lifting up the helm of your shirt to run his fingers along your bare skin. The action brings goosebumps to your skin, calming but sensual. Your eyes flutter shut at the gentle affections, enjoying the carefree laughter and joyful screams from the carnival a hundred feet or so away, mixing with the gentle quiet sounds of crickets chirping in the woods.

“I love all our time.” You assure him, planting a gentle kiss on his warm broad shoulder.

The next thing you decided to do, after being sure to make a pit stop for ice water and Lip being sure you drank a decent amount - was a calm pretty swing ride. It had a lot of hight to it, but that was mostly so you could get a good view of the city while you swung around at a fast (but not dizzying) pace.

You got in line behind a pregnant mother and her young daughter, who looked to be not much older then Frannie. Smiling to yourself, you thought what it may be like to have kids with Lip some day. You didn’t want that day to be soon, of course. You and Lip had promised eachother that you wanted to finish college. He wanted to make it out of the south side, and while you were a Chicago transplant, you still understood why that was from the stories he told you of their growing up. You wanted to be sure that any family planning would stay far off until you and Lip were both working adult jobs, and had a house or something - when you were real adults.

You hadn’t even realized you’d made it to the front of the line, and were being broken out of your dreamland daze when the little girl stomps her feet “but mommy! We waited all this time! I wanna go on!” She said getting increasingly upset as the ride operator explained that single riders had to be of a certain height

“I know baby but mommy’s belly is too big - I can’t go on it’ll hurt your little sister! I’m sorry, honey. I really am.” The mother tried to explain, and Lip, being the brotherly gentleman he is spoke up.

“Uh- I’ll take ‘er for you, Ma’am - If that’s cool with you- babe are you good on your own?” He asked you and you felt yourself swoon like this was some romance movie and not real life. You nodded with a big smile

“He’s got so many siblings - he’s gonna look after her real well, I’ll sit right behind them!” You gushed and the woman lights up

“Oh gosh- would it be a hassle?” She asked

“Mommyyyy! Please! Pleeeeease!! I’ll listen so good!” She jumped excitedly and the mother looked at Lip before looking back at her.

“Fine- but you better listen! You hear me! Give this nice boy no trouble at all missy” she said, handing her hand over to Lip and she giggled excitedly

“Thank you mister! Thank you sooo much!” She gushed, throwing her arms around his hips and giving him a big hug. You pout at the adorable sight in front of you, following behind to sit in the single seat behind the double they’d be sitting in.

“I’m Marley, I’m 5, what’s your name?” She asked as Lip helped her into the seat before sitting next to her and adjusting the lap bar.

“I’m Lip” he said, causing her to giggle

“That’s a silly name- Lippy lip lip” she repeats as she swings her legs back and forth in that darling childlike way. “Are you a grown up?” She asked him and he chuckled a bit, realizing like when Debbie was little- this carnival ride was going to turn into more of an interrogation then anything else.

“I guess you could say that, yeah.” He said. You watched them with sparkling eyes, a big grin on your face as you saw just how good he was with her. Lip was always good with kids. They took to him because he would usually speak to them how he spoke to other adults (minus as much swearing as he could remember to omit) and that made them feel special, equal. Which is one of the many things he can say he wanted as a kid, and never got. So he did his best to pay it forward.

By the time you’d gotten to the top the wind was louder at the height as you spun so you were no longer able to hear their conversation so clear. You looked at the twinkling lights of Chicago below, trying to see if you could pick out the Gallagher house just by your mental map of the city you’d made in the few years you’d been living here. You did hear though when the girl started giggling wildly, drawing your attention back to them and you saw Lip pretending to be fully limp and dead in the seat next to the girl, tongue hanging out of his mouth and everything.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at his silly antics. Even though he held up a hard exterior a lot of the time, you knew deep down he was a kid at heart which is why they liked him so much. When you got back down and hopped out of your seat, you greet him with a kiss “did he give you too much trouble?” You asked Marley and she giggled, shaking her head.

“No- Thank you, Lippy Lip” she told him giving him another sweet hug. You returned her to her mother and Lip told her they were welcome to Patsy’s for a piece of pie on the house any time which just made your heart swell even more at how generous and kind he was, even to a stranger he just met.

“You are just the sweetest- thank you so much, Sorry what was your name I never caught it-“

“LIP! Lippy lip lip lip!” The girl sings again, gasping when you came over with your large unicorn “She’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!” She squealed, hugging it tight “what’s its name?” She asked you, looking up with a bright sugar rush smile. This kids gonna sleep good tonight

“Uh- Baby Glitter!” You told her and she smiled

“Baby glitter is perfect” she told you and her mother giggled, a bit nervously at all of her energy likely so far past her bedtime.

“Well, Lip- thank you again. We’re gonna have to check out your restaurant! Alright Marley say goodbye to your new friend we have to go home now I said just one more ride” her mother told her and she pouted, handed your unicorn back over.

“Byeee Lip, I had fun playing with you” she gave him one last hug and you felt like your heart could explode with the way he ruffled her hair and pat her back in such a brotherly way.

“You too kid, be good f’y’r mom heard?” He told her and she nods, taking her mom’s hand and they head off into the crowd.

“You’d be a good dad” you said softly, taking his hand and lacing his fingers with yours. He laughed, shaking his head

“She was just a good kid” he counters.

You’d ended up together at the ferris wheel, luckily it wasn’t one that had to be balanced with weight so you could snuggle up to Lip with his jacket wrapped tight around you and legs over his lap. As soon as you got far enough from the ride operator he even pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and resting his head back as he blew the smoke out.

You sat and just watched him, admiring the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed or the way he adorably sniffled once in a while since the poor guy had year round allergies it seemed, and never bothered with Zyrtec or any allergy medicine at all. “You’re pretty” you said softly, chin resting on his pec as you as you watched him.

He chuckled a bit, his cheeks flushing a cute pink. Before you, no one had ever called Lip ‘cute’ - He had been called a plethora of things.

Disobedient, disorderly, rude, loud, obnoxious, violent, a bad influence, a waste of potential -

But pretty? That was something that started (and he told himself very likely ended) with you.

“That’s all you c’mere” he tilted your chin up, giving you a sweet and tender kiss, cupping your cheek with his other hand and stroking his thumb across it. When he pulled from your lips he kissed across your forehead and browbone, down your nose to your cheekbones and then leaving one final lingering kiss on your jaw before having another drag of his cigarette casually. Your heart felt like it was thumping out of your chest, and your belly was swarming with so many butterflies it was as if migration season came early.

But that wasn’t new, it felt like that every day with lip. Ever the gentle, sweet, kind, affectionate man you had yearned for every past boyfriend to be for you. But you figured it was just the universes way of teaching you to appreciate French Vanilla Bean type of love - rich, fulfilling as opposed to the cheap watered down fake chemical crap that comes in a bottle with a squeeze lid.

So many emotions washed over you, gratitude, love, fulfillment, appreciation, but for some reason what won over- was lust. You weren’t quite sure where it came from, but by the time you had stopped at the top, you were in the depths of a passionate, heated makeout session - cigarette long crushed out.

The smoke scent clung to his palms that cradled your cheeks as if you were a fine porcelain doll to be cherished and gently caressed. He hummed softly, disconnecting your lips and soft puffs of breath fanning over your spit-slick lips as his mind short circuited a moment due to your hand trailing down and popping the button of his jeans, and pulling him free of his boxers and pants.

“You sure?” He asked carefully, hands trailing to your shoulders and squeezing them gently as if to silently tell you it was ok if you just got too caught up in the lust of it all. Lip Gallagher - ever the gentleman. In response you gently stroke over him, using the pre that had started to leak out of his hardening pink tip to give yourself some lubricating before reconnecting your lips once more, opening your mouth for him.

A small whine escaped your throat when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hips rutting up into your hand subconsciously. His stomach muscles flex under your touch as you slightly tighten your grasp, twisting your hand with each return pass.

Such actions was causing him to lose all resolve. He panted softly into your mouth, licking and sucking your tongue, breaking to grunt softly at the feeling of his dick trying to twitch at the delicious stimulation you provided but being unable to due to the literal grip you had on him.

“Doin’ so good- so fuckin good baby - god. Jesus fuckin Christ. Such a good girl f’me, huh?” He praised, giving you more sloppy kisses to be sure no moans escaped his throat and if they did would be muffled most of the way by your mouth.

You hummed at the praise tilting your head down and letting a glob of spit fall into your hand, using it as added slick to pump your hand faster and he bit his lip, nose scrunching adorably as he tried to hold himself back. “You gonna cum? Mm? Wanna cum in my hand baby?” You said in the shell of his ear hotly before taking the lobe between your teeth, slowing your strokes and rubbing over his sensitive leaky tip with the silky soft pad of your tongue.

The action made his jaw fall slack, head resting over the ledge of the ride and as you started moving again you quickened your pace realizing you were on your decent back to the bottom. “Yeah? Er you want me to swallow it? Hmm? Get on my knees for you-“ you goad, egging on his release.

He looks at you and nodded fervently, rendered speechless by the actions of your hand causing you giggle a bit- getting on your knees and out of sheer routine Lip gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail and watched as you took him into your mouth, giving his tip sensual little kitten lips and tapping his cock against your tongue making soft wet thudding noises only to be heard by the two of you.

“So fuckin filthy- huh? So eager to have a mouthful’a cum with all these people around?” He eases your head down and you let your jaw fall more slack, swirling and slurping your tongue around him how you’d learned drives him wild.

It wasn’t long of lewd slurping and soft moans of enjoyment coming from you as you continued to get him off, before you felt it.

Success.

You braced yourself as he began using your hair to roughly fuck your face, panting softly as he worked himself through his high. “Jeeeesus - good fuckin’ girl, yeah? That’s my good fuckin girl- my girl” He rambled on as he worked himself through his high. You swirl and slurp around him, swallowing down all you could before he pulled you off

“So fuckin pretty with a mouth full’a’cum, how’s that possible?” He pats your cheek lovingly as you opened your mouth to show the stringy sticky white mess he left. You shrugged a bit, smiling friskely and swallowing, making a show of licking your lips off and he grabbed your jaw, collecting the mix of saliva and cum on your chin with the pad of this thumb before sticking it in your mouth

“Clean it up” he ordered and in turn you sucked the digit clean obediently. “Good girl, now come act decent in front’a’these people, yeah?” He tapped your cheek lightly and fixed his jeans and boxers as you come and plop back down next to him, licking your swollen lips that were adorned with a satisfied smirk as you completed your decent to the bottom

“Mmmm- oh my god literally the trip here was worth it just for this it’s the best” you hum softly, taking another bite of funnel cake from between Lips fingers when he put it to your mouth.

“Can’t lie it’s pretty fuckin good” he said, popping another piece in his mouth.

“Can you believe there are sinners in the world that put marinara sauce on this?!” You said and Lip starts laughing, shaking his head. “What? What!! It’s gross, you like it?” You asked not sure what was so funny

“Baby- babe” he coughs a bit, trying to catch his breath “oh god- y’fuckin kill me, kid. That’s fried dough, people do that with- you’re right, someone would be a fucking psychopath if they put marinara sauce on their cake” he said and you started laughing as well, shaking your head at your own confusion

“I love you” you said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. He blushed a bit, turning his face and giving you a real kiss. A kiss that tasted like tobacco and powdered sugar, and sticky sweet love.

“I love you, baby” he said in that soft low way you loved.

From that year on, the Carnival was a yearly date for the two of you.

A/N: EEE! My longest Lip fic to date!!! I hope you enjoyed, if you did please be sure to like / reblog to let me know ❤️ as always, (kind) critiques & feedback are always SO appreciated! Ilyilyilyyy all!!!

D/C: @carmybrainworms - Wormy stayed up until the wee hours of the morning last night beta reading this for me, Wormy 🪱, thank you for tasting my potatoes so many times!!! I love you down bbg

@mouseymilkovich - Mousey Mouse 🐁! Thank you so much for all your encouragement in writing Lip & inspiring me to do so! I love you so much ❤️

@carmenberzattosgf - My sweetest Martini 🍸, thank you for always lifting me up on hard days, supporting my work, being an all around kick ass friend, and feeding the fandom with your amazing Carmy goodness while I’ve been on this Lip kick! Smooches for days for you (you already know that💋💋💋)

& finally, @daysofyellowroses - my lovely flower 🌼, welcome back to the app baby!!! We missed you so much, even though we’ve been talking BTS, I am happy to see the writing bug has paid you a visit (a very good one that Kerry fic still has me sweating)

#capri writes: Lip ❤️#lip gallagher x you #lip gallagher fluff #lip gallagher fanfic #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #lip gallagher angst #lip Gallagher fic #phillip gallagher

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silkscreaming · 8 months

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I made a volume 10 trimax vash cosplay for MAGfest and I am SO proud of how it came out :) Some process stuff below! Warning for image and text heavy.

Truthfully this cos is only about 85% complete—I’d purchased a bunch of hardware to really go in on a volume accurate version of his undersuit and belts, but simply ran out of time before the con. It was the first cosplay I’ve sewn since 2017 and the first wig styling I’ve done since 2020, so I’m not gonna beat myself up too much!

(This is all purse hardware off Etsy and some buttons from M&J trim)

This was my first time ever making a muslin mock-up, but I knew it was going to be necessary to get the coat to lay the way I wanted it to. I really wanted to try and create proportions that elongated the legs/torso and widened the shoulders by placing the coat tail splits appropriately and raising up the shoulders with some padding. And of course arm and leg details that I’ll get to someday lol.

I created two mock-ups. One of basic muslin that helped me go from an existing pre-bought pattern to something more Vash-shaped, then a second one on a slightly sturdier scrap fabric with my finalized torso proportions with padding so I could accurately pattern out the sleeves and collar.

I was tracing my pattern pieces onto newsprint and vellum as I went, so once all of those were finalized, it was time to cut my fabric! I used a heavy cotton twill from B&J fabrics and two kinds of fusible interfacing from Mood (I’m spoiled by being local to the fashion district these days). A smarter person would have bought a thinner fabric to line the inner torso with, but I did not feel like getting that complicated with my first ever muslin-drafted AND lined project, so I simply cut double of every pattern piece in order to create a lining.

Sleeves were done by interfacing and cutting into a top panel, carefully snipping at the cutout portions, ironing and fabritacking in place, and then top stitching the whole piece to the main sleeve. I later added some leather backing squares and interfacing behind the larger eyelets for aesthetic while keeping the ventilation in tact. Ideally in the future I'll also add a strip of fabric to the gun arm that creates a slight bunching effect since that sleeve is a little more ruffled over the cuff. Photos below also include three shoulder pads pinned together on each shoulder, but I ended up forgetting not using them on my final wear.

Unfortunately at this point I was approaching con time, so I started cutting some corners that I made easily replaceable for future upgrades. The coat tabs are just painted craft foam cut to the size of the buttons, tacked in place where the button pierces through the tab and where it wraps around the edge of the front panel. The straps that attach to the lapel and wrap under the arms also were just decorated with some silver trim instead of hardware, and I skipped the side button panels at his hips for pattern-making simplicity and time. They'll be added later! I'd also love to do some weathering, but don't think I can quite bring myself to riddle the coat tails with bullet holes as some people do haha.

Gun arm attachment was also a quick and dirty addition, just some vinyl trim on eva foam attached with contact cement and a decorative button. First time working with contact cement somehow, but I look forward to also being able to upgrade this at a later date to a more accurate shape with the full belt attachments!

I was also hoping to update the shoes a bit by making some boot covers for them and rub-n-buffing the soles to disguise the platform a bit, but I love my pick for the cleat-look that Vash has! Some good ol' Demonias in classic vash fashion :)

Last but not least: The Wig. My pride and joy.

I got lucky enough to nab an Arda sale, I think right before Halloween, and picked up the Morpheus lace front in black, along with some extra wefts in pale blonde. (I also bought a whole separate pale blonde Morpheus wig, boldly thinking I could swing a normal trimax vash wig lol. It made for a convenient Eriks wig in the mean time.)

Since I was aiming for the end of volume 10 post-Wolfwood death look, I started by trying on the wig, roughly tracing out my hairline, then gently unweaving that portion of black in order to re-ventilate it with blonde.

After I replaced that whole strip of plucked hair, I tried on again to finalize where I needed to ventilate to cover my own hairline, and completed my outline with both blonde and brown-black wefts (i had them on hand lol). All in all, I ventilated more than 4 square inches of blonde, and at least a solid centimeter extension of the black hairline across the whole front of the wig. Probably close to 30 hours of work in the ventilating alone, but I am a little slow since I haven't ventilated in a few years and didn't keep clear track of time.

If there's one thing I should be used to by now about Arda wigs, they are THICK. There is zero teasing in this wig. None. Just got2b, a blowdryer, and a prayer. And a good load of bobby pins. The wig was also sadly a last minute hotel room mad dash, and I do hope to restyle it under less duress, but I do think I successfully achieved the Trimax swoop and am very proud of it! It was unbelievably windy on the walk from our hotel room to MAGfest, so the photos in the start of this post show a bit more droop than my initial styling, but I think I'll be able to touch things up next wear.

And of course, shoutout to my partner for gifting me the official glasses for Christmas :) And thank you to my roommates who barely saw me for a month and a half except for when I needed help with a hem lol.

All in all, I am unbelievably proud of this cosplay, I can't wait to put some more love into it and wear it again!

#cosplay #trigun cosplay #magfest

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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First, I adore you and your brain. Second, I have a silly little ankle tattoo of a doodle (it’s a lemon man) my sister made and fully love poorly drawn lil things so Eddie’s octopus is my favorite. Third! I picked up crochet during the pandemic (the first bit lmao where I got laid off and super depressed) and it’s so therapeutic when i need to just shut down and focus on one thing because I’m stressed or overwhelmed. I’m working on coasters right now, and god they’re so much easier than the first coaster pattern I tried (that one put me off for a while). I just had a funny thought though, of when Steve gets fully into it and does what a lot of us crafters do and stocks up on yarn for future projects.

I bought a big ass show organizer for all of mine and have to restrict myself to just what fits in there

(Also I’m picturing Eddie in a wonky hat like the one I just tried to make for my sister’s cat but he’s still wearing it super proud)

At the start of the pandemic, I got a new job where I was working half in the office and half from home. I also moved out of my parents’ house so I suddenly alone all the time and to kinda cope with that, I picked up knitting. I originally tried crochet but I just couldn’t get my hands to work right, but I’ve gotten it down (at least enough to do the second row), and I agree with you. It is very therapeutic and I’m happy that it was able to help you through a rough time.

And lol, but all of us crafters are the same because I have a whole shelf dedicated to yarn I bought for future knitting (and now crochet) projects.

It’s not Steve’s intention.

He is just trying this hobby out so he can tell his physical therapist that he gave it a go and it didn’t work. Steve is not crafty or creative like Eddie, so he doesn’t need to buy all this stuff.

But he did need to buy melting chocolate, so he agreed to go when Robin asked if he wanted to go to Michael’s with her. And yeah, maybe he did pick up a new crochet hook but that’s because there’s clearly something wrong with his. What other explanation is there for why he keeps skipping stitches?

And maybe he did get a new skein of yarn, but he’s just being practical. If he’s going to make Eddie a hat than he is going to need a color that compliments Eddie’s complexion, right? He might as well get this blue too. It’s a pretty color and there’s only like, five skeins left. It could disappear forever.

Then he bought a bowl to hold his yarn but it was cute! It was shaped like a sloth. And yeah, he got the yarn winder thing. That’s just practical. And okay, well. Joann’s has magazines with patterns in them so Steve’s going to need that.

And it all kinda just snowballs until, “Babe, what the hell did you buy for a hundred and fifty dollars at Michael’s?”

Steve, surrounded by yarn in each color, “Nothing.”

Also, Eddie absolutely wears anything that Steve makes him. A fan took a picture of him buying cigarettes in a lopsided hat. Another fan took a picture of him at show where his guitar strap has a single crochet chain wrapped around it. There’s a Tiktok where Eddie is pulling his hair up with a crocheted scrunchie.

#Every crafter I know has way too much stuff for a hobby they’re going to drop in a couple weeks #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

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pagan-stitches · 10 days

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hiya, I love yr work and have been following for a while now.

I've been meaning to do some devotional embroidery type stuff to make myself an altar cloth and perhaps a little amulet type thing. I really like the embroidery motifs you do w slavic roots (for want of a more inclusive term) and was wondering if you had any historical/general sources I could look at for inspiration. I'm not sure what they are called but for example the motifs with figures are really incredible.

I have a source book my babushka bought me, however I don't currently have it with me, the designs are uncited and mostly one colour and generally are a bit limited so I'd like to expand my scope. I've not done much cross stitch and I'd like to do some cross stitch designs. If you have any pointers I'd be very grateful! Not sure if this ask makes sense lol :3

Hi! I’m about to start making dinner but wanted to shoot you a quick response. My number one source for figural slavic motifs in my devotional embroidery over the years has been this Russian pattern book: https://www.tumblr.com/petitepointplace/148874944060/published-in-st-petersburg-1871-part-1-part-2

I will write tomorrow with more resources!

I have used patterns from this book in multiple altar cloths:

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miraichado · 19 days

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Yuu is a rock star.

warnings: theory about mc from twisted wonderland; possible errors (I used a translator, English is not my native language); raw text, mentions of drugs and alcohol; mentions of the dark side of show business; a lot, a lot of text!

from the author: I don't know why I had such an idea, but give me a little time to explain my theory

in essence, yuu (aka mc, aka [your name] is literally an empty shell. and this is not said in a bad way, rather, even in a positive way - this gives incredible scope for fantasy and guesses.

and here I will not go into theories about yuu and his fate in twst, you can read the body tag about yuu, which overblotted, there are many interesting theories.

Surely everything came out very crumpled, I apologize. This thought was so bright that I wrote down everything I could remember and logically build. Perhaps I will be able to make headcanons directly about yuu herself in my au, as well as the rest of the twst, and I am also eager to do something related to vdc, heh. It seemed like a funny idea to me to make yuu more daring, aware of life and accustomed to difficulties. I love her ^^

not long ago I was listening to several bands like maneskin, nirvana and another band that I will not name (I don’t know how to translate its name into English, sorry) and a headcanon for such a yuu appeared in my head

imagine that yuu in his world was literally a star. I’m inclined to believe that it was rock or punk, not pop. I think that yuu could have been influenced by: Mindless Self Indulgence, Nirvana, Maneskin, although the latter is more suitable for how I imagine a yuu-performer.

I saw headcanons for yuu-idol, but it seemed to me that there is a place for a more daring version of yuu. The one who smashes guitars on stage. The one who knows the taste of defeat and rise to the Olympus of celebrities. The one who doesn’t just sing, but literally lives on stage.

perhaps, yuu's teenage years in my headcanon are literally a hodgepodge of different shit: misunderstanding from parents, in society, searching for herself and understanding the world.

i don't think she would be a wallflower or anything like that, no damn, she wanted to declare herself, to shout about how she feels the world around her - she dresses exactly the way she wants, despite the reproaches of teachers/parents, listens to music so loudly in her room on the second floor that on the first floor, where yuu's parents ate peacefully, the cutlery in the cabinets shakes.

her main reference point then becomes music. she absorbs dozens of different bands, performers, looking for exactly what can resonate in her heart and when that very thudum in her chest happens, yuu begins to work to make her dream come true.

i think her first place of work and her favorite place in the city was a small music store with a thousand records, cassettes - old stuff, as her peers say. but yuu is so in love with this place - it's literally a corner surrounded by everything she loves to bits!

having saved up enough money, she picks up her first guitar, which she bought with her own money. I can't say for sure whether yuu in my headcanon received a musical education - let's leave that question unanswered for now - but yuu learns to play the guitar from books, tries to manage her energy in order to direct it into a musical direction.

I can assume that yuu didn't put together her band right away - gradually, when yuu would attend various parties in secret from her parents, she would communicate with someone a little. and that's how a circle of people who shared her interests appeared. and then they started trying to play together for the first time.

(of course, then I have a question - how old is Yuu? (suddenly thought, lol) considering that the first years in twst are 17(?), and that Yuu's age is not indicated anywhere in the game, I can give myself a little freedom - 18-19-20 (maximum). this is not too early for a career (looking back at reality), and not too old to join the Night Raven.)

so, let's get back.

gradually working together, yuu writes music and also tries to convert his energy into fuel for lyrics. it's not romantic, but not hard metal either - some strange middle ground.

I can also suggest that yuu lives in a world that is identical to ours, so the main promotion is through social networks, as well as through local festivals. maybe they perform covers of different songs at their first performances and videos of them are uploaded to various platforms, while yuu and another person (for some reason I have a feeling that this is either a keyboard player or a guitarist) are writing a solo album.

of course, the situation is not without pitfalls - parents and studies. probably parents, although not aggressively, but still clearly made it clear to yuu that she needs to get an education, and not run away from home at night to perform in suspicious clubs, but yuu clings to her dream of a career as an artist so strongly that she runs away from home with a scandal. runs around to friends to spend the night, works in that very store, I think the police could have taken up the case, if not for a happy coincidence.

contract with a producer. This is literally her golden ticket to release an album. I think the group was already popular online, but not in show business, so they needed a producer with experience who could help turn ordinary performances in small bars into entire stadiums, which the group dreamed of.

and this time, yuu's parents agreed as a reckless child, probably infected with the joy of the opportunity to fulfill a dream and, of course, money. signing a contract and all the work turns into a whole album.

shot - fortune is caught by the tail! - now the group is not just newcomers, but monsters-newcomers in the music industry! The first serious performances make the heads of young artists so dizzy that yuu is more excited than ever when the line in the charts with their solo album rises to a significant place.

and then a dizzying career begins - performances at festivals, interviews, recording songs for the next album, filming! - the group's schedule is scheduled by the day, and vocal lessons are also added to Yuu's. Despite her luck, in my headcanon Yuu is a workaholic, because she looks at things realistically - the more experience and knowledge she has, the more she can tell in her songs and show incredible results.

Perhaps their rise was dizzying, but this did not give them the right to sit back and wait for fortune to strike again - while they are holding tightly to this lady's tail, they need to squeeze out everything they can, because this sphere does not tolerate lazy people.

Yuu studies, sometimes stumbling and falling, hitting corners and getting into dark corners of this business, she learns more. Despite the dirt going on in her (let's also be realistic) and, perhaps, her dark sides of her personality are starting to show.

Surely, in such a tight schedule, there was alcohol and drugs, for relaxation. scandals? yes of course, journalists will be ready to spin different stories for the sake of sensation and get into places they shouldn't, especially with a group that took off so quickly.

yuu will learn to keep her rebellious nature in check and let them go only on stage and during recording, god, why am I sure that at concerts yuu will often growl into the microphone due to an excess of feelings? and if this doesn't help her, she will just smash her guitar to pieces on the last song?? oddities

she will get used to the media, and her rebellious nature will become a real armor in this area - she is blinded by this career, in love with music, despite the fact that she is kept on a chain like a cash cow?

god, why didn't we notice how the contract became more... tough? why is it only now that yuu realized that she literally lives in the studio? maybe my headcanon should have drama - like we don't have enough of that, yeah - she could sue the producer over a weirdly worded contract. it's sure to be the biggest sensation of the year, but the band managed to get out without any serious losses.

again an album, tours, work - yuu gets used to fame, to recognition, although not without problems - fans are different, of course, but she goes ahead, as always...

until at some point she woke up in a coffin and in a world where no one knew about her as a singer. in a world where magic was so woven into life that it was taken for granted. without a group, parents, acquaintances, all alone in this world.

but yuu wouldn't be yuu if she gave up, right?

#disney twst #twst yuu #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland #yuu twisted wonderland #headcanon

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turtle-bun · 1 year

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“This iteration of the Turtles and this iteration of the Turtles wouldn’t get along cuz of this!” “These two iterations wouldn’t get along because of that!”

FUCK YOU THEY ARE ALL BEST FRIENDS THAT SUPPORT EACH OTHER CUZ I SAY SO!!

(Please note I wrote this BEFORE watching Mutant Mayhem which is why they aren’t in it. I just forgot to post it lol 😅)

Rise!Leo: You all are so stern and serious. I feel like I should start being more stern and serious. Should I?

BatmanVs!Leo: Please don’t, it’ll be hell on your already waning mental health. /hj

Bayverse!Leo: I feel we need at least one funny Leo to break up the collective seriousness of the rest of us.

87 Leo: I thought me and my brothers counted as the “funny” version of all of us?

12 Leo: You guys are more of a “silly” version of us…sillier? Like the concept of turtles being ninjas is already silly as it is. Which there is nothing wrong with that, just that your cartoon logic is just very hard to keep up with sometimes.

87 Leo: That’s understandable.

Mirage Leo: I’m just jealous that you all get to be in color. Black and white gets so boring once you learn there’s color!

07 Leo: But your universe does have this cool graphic design to it that I’M very jealous of.

03 Leo: Of course, you fucking would be you dramatic edgelord. /j

07 Leo: I know the fucking EMO of the group did not just call me an edgelord! /j

Rise!Leo: Omg we love an E-girl!

12 Leo: *wheeze of laughter*

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87 Raph: I just don’t think it’s fair that you guys get to be tall, is all! It’s discrimination! /hj

12 Raph: Practically working against your own kind! /j

Rise!Raph: *snorts* I don’t think that’s a bodily function we can control you guys!

Bayverse!Raph: It was a conscious decision on my end.

Rise!Raph: *chokes with laughter*

87 Raph: You goddamn bastard! /j

Bayverse!Raph: Cope and seeth my dude.

07 Raph: Now look, 87 I know it’s very difficult, especially for you, but we gotta be the bigger person here.

87 Raph: I will kick your goddamn ass, kid!

03 Raph: Well, good for you in being the bigger person. I will continue to be small and petty my entire life!

*Collective snorting laughter from all Raphs*

87 Raph: No, no, wait! You are not allowed to be funnier than me!

03 Raph: Tough break, shorty, I have to have SOMETHING other than punching shit.

87 Raph: Take up knitting! I don’t care! Just keep away from my bit! That’s like my entire personality! /hj

03 Raph: See you joke about that but I am fucking GREAT at knitting!

Bayverse!Raph: Amen to that! I ain’t spend half my damn life in the Hashi and NOT be able to knit a fucking epic scarf!

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07 Donnie: Are you saying I worked a 9 to 5 job FOR NOTHING!

BatmanVs!Donnie: I honestly did not think that embezzling funds from rich corporate assholes plus the Shredder and his Foot Clan was an actual option we had!

12 Donnie: I am actually so mad that I did not think of that!

Rise!Donnie: Honestly, I didn’t think of it until like a few years back because our dad is still, somehow, getting royalties from his Lou Jitsu movie days. But I also have expensive taste in equipment and needed a little pocket change.

03 Donnie: I could have actually bought a Play Station when it came out instead of having to fix up the broken one Mikey found in the dump!

87 Donnie: I’m just now realizing how much stuff we had to make from scratch just because we couldn’t afford it.

Rise!Donnie: That’s true. But like also you guys still made a bunch of cool stuff with JUST junk you found! That’s amazing!

Bayverse!Donnie: Thanks but we could have made even cooler stuff if we had your type of funding. I mean, look at this shit! *excitingly pointing at Rise!Donnie’s battle shell*

Rise!Donnie: Please understand that YOU have made holo-screen, intercom, wrist watches, that connect to your motherboard home computer. All of which you MADE WITH JUNK! How is that not amazing?!

07 Donnie: Amazing for you probably. But if I were to do that shit myself I wouldn’t sleep for a week!

BatmanVs!Donnie: I second that! One sugar daddy please!

Rise!Donnie: *wheeze of laughter*

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03 Mikey: I still can't believe you met freaking BATMAN! Like holy shit dude!

12 Mikey: *sobbing* I’m so jealous! I’m forever jealous!

BatmanVs!Mikey: Yeah, it was pretty cool. But YOU (03 Mikey) met the entire Justice Force! And became a member! Your legacy was so awesome Silver Sentry’s grandson took up your name!

03 Mikey: Yeah but you road in the BATMOBILE and got to press all the buttons!

Bayverse!Mikey: *sulking on the floor* LIFE ISN’T FAIR AND I HATE IT HERE!

Rise!Mikey: *pouting* I never get to meet my heroes! And when I do they turn out to be insane!

12 Mikey: Bro same! Chris Brandford was just a giant jerk!

87 Mikey: Bugman was pretty cool, though maybe a little weird. Still, he was no Justice Force or Batman!

07 Mikey: *whining* I just want the life you have! Why does god ALWAYS have favorites?!

Ronin!Mikey: *dramatic sigh of jealousy* He truly does.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #bayverse tmnt #batman vs teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 07 #tmnt 87 #the last ronin

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Just for my own documentation (and anyone else’s if they want it) here’s a summary of Thursday at Silverstone. This is going under the cut because while this is a summary, I myself cannot summarise the words lmao.

The basics/area/idk how to describe it:

- Arriving at the track it really feels like more people are here for Thursday than last year (hopefully this continues for the weekend since this is regularly not a well attended race in comparison).

- There was also so many people wearing different merch whereas the last 2 years have been pretty much Marc and Vale. Fabio I think actually looked the most popular this year, but there was a surprising amount of Martin fans.

- The one thing I’m disappointed about is that last year they changed the bit around the fanzone from grass to gravel and it’s the same this year. It makes it a lot more inaccessible and its so difficult to get to the activities and stuff.

- In fact I think they changed the layout way more this year but it was still fine, just weird that they don’t want us touching grass lol.

- The fans as a whole behaved well but there were a few people that were rude, not necessarily towards the riders but towards other fans.

The paddock:

- The paddock opened at 11 but the queue started at like half past 10, but it really didn’t take long to get in so it was fine. It was ridiculously hot though.

- The paddock itself is massive, but for the GP teams its too small unlike the old layout. They’ve had to add a secondary part at the back for some of the smaller teams in Moto2/3 for their hospitality and motor homes.

- They didn’t have anywhere to get drinks in the paddock unlike last year. We wouldve had to leave to get drinks but luckily we bought water and they had refilling stations.

- We wanted to get to the pitlane for the bike reveals and the queue was… well just absolutely ridiculous to put it mildly. We decided to skip it which was sad but we got to watch the reveals on the screen (Yamaha and Pramac won for me and I love Trackhouse’s too).

The auction:

- The auction is so fun. Basically all the riders put something of theirs, for example a knee slider or boots or something, and then people bid (slightly ridiculous) amounts of money for them for the two wheels for life.

- Joe Roberts was brought on stage and he was giving away part of his race winning bike from mugello??? They got 4k for it.

- Jake Dixon was there on stage but he was ill. He brought Summer (his daughter) out on stage and she waved at all of us which was so cute.

- The auctioned a Prosecco bottle that was signed by Johann Zarco, Jack Miller and wait for it…. Pecco Bagnaia. No one else seemed to care how ironic that was but I burst out laughing.

- Johann Zarco talks a lot. By a lot I mean he may as well have presented the auction himself. That’s all I can say about the MotoGP riders that I didn’t know already.

- Actually I just want to say that Fabio seems really shy and reserved but he knows how to work a crowd. The British crowd absolutely love both him and Rins but I genuinely think he’s the best supported rider here, maybe even more than Marc.

- He also did the auction for his boots which was absolutely hilarious. He wanted to buy them himself too but got outbidded 😭

- Also Remy kind of said on stage that it appears he will be doing another year of WSBK with Yamaha!!!!!

- We left early because of the rain but it was so fun, if I had money then I would’ve been bidding on stuff but it was fun regardless.

The riders (and team people i suppose):

- Met the Moto3 baby goats extremely early and David and Collin are both lovely and so polite too.

- Ran into Massimo Rivola. I have a picture with him and he smiled at me when he saw I was wearing Aprilia merch. Also found Pablo Nieto and Frankie Carchedi and said hello to Nadia Padovani.

- My friend saw Somkiat in the motorhome and shouted at him, and he kind of jumped and pointed but he came down for a chat and a photo. Again, he is probably one of the, if not the, nicest person in the whole paddock.

- Found Celestino and again he is so nice but also comes across as really shy. I actually told him he was my favourite out of everyone and he seemed really grateful for it (unless he thought I was crazy which is also possible).

- Saw somebody who I thought was J.A. Rueda but I’m not 100% sure. Also ran into both Senna Agius and Jeremy Alcoba and when I tell you those boys look the same its crazy.

- Saw Albert and had to stop myself from apologising that I jinx him every weekend. Also a great guy it seems and we saw him a few more times after that.

- Not saying it’s necessarily him all the time but it’s two years in a row I’ve had a very negative experience of a certain #1. Never said hello or anything when people said it to him, unlike literally every other rider (yes including Fabio and Marc and any other person you want to try a pull a gotcha card on).

- I need to issue a public apology to Jorge Martin because I saw him on his scooter and shouted “Hola Jorge” from a distance and following that he got swamped. He’s not off the shit list but he was actually a nice guy. I also asked if he could sign anything Aprilia yet (thought I’d ask because i had my pen and cap) and he smiled and said not this time.

- I have had skin-on-skin contact with Fabio (not even out of context: he touched my arm while I was helping him escape on the scooter from a crowd).

- I didn’t see him but my friend did and the good news is for the first time in two years Pedro has arrived at Silverstone not on crutches!!!

- Saw Maverick, Aleix and Enea (who was walking back and forth around Aprilia for some reason). They were down the opposite end to all of us but all smiled and waved. Maverick disappeared somewhere so I’m pretty sure he’s a wizard.

- Found Luca who was lovely again. Also Miguel who said he has given up dentistry now!! Again lovely and stopped for as many as he could, as did Bezz.

- We stopped to get some shade, which conveniently ended up being outside the Yamaha hospitality. Got a picture with Remy and I got thrown off because he was speaking perfect Italian to someone.

- Saw Sarah (Jake’s wife) and we said good luck to him for the weekend, and we asked where he was but she told us he was ill (which you could tell from the auction lol)

- David Muñoz was laughing at everyone queueing for and just sat there on his bike.

- Saw Ai and he was really patient because I could not get the camera to work. Again such a lovely guy and in case anyone was curious: he and Somkiat are still really good friends and Somkiat was riding Ai around on the same scooter so they’re still cool.

- I said it earlier but favourite rider of the day: Tony Arbolino aka loml. I cannot even tell you how nice he is because that deserves a post in itself. He was so happy I had his cap that he thanked me before I could thank him for signing it (his signature is interesting to say the least lmao I put the picture so you be the judge). Also some man offered to take our picture but I didn’t realise and I’m fairly confident it was his manager.

So yeah this was basically my day. If you wanna ask about any other riders cause I saw so many (the ones I’ve mentioned are the ones I have pictures with or of) then feel free to ask but yes 11/10 day, would recommend it to everyone. Hopefully we have a good weekend to follow!

#motogp #eden at silverstone 3.0

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eneablack · 1 year

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OMG TELL US ABOUT THE TRIP PLS

I’m seeing this right after i posted that answer bRO HOW ARE YOU SO FAST-

Anyway I checked and I haven’t talked about it, I only shortly did in my insta stories, so let’s do this.

(long post ahead)

I was doing a trip to the mountains with my family in my void reality (cr) and I desperately wanted to experience it with the marauders too, so I started acting as if I was there with the marauders instead. And after being delusional I woke up there like only a day or two after.

It was the morning day before my birthday and I asked the marauders to go to my house in the mountains to celebrate and have a small vacation together. They agreed right away, wanting to skip school so bad, so we just took James’ car after preparing some stuff (we did this so fast we forgot so many things, like both Peter and James forgot their toothbrush lol so we had to buy them there).

Remus was driving and we fly for like a hour. It was a little chaotic from the start. James kept putting cringy indie italian music (se sei italiano sappi che James stava mettendo solo i Pinguini tattici nucleari) and singing out loud while dancing and just moving A LOT, like he couldn’t stay still for not even a minute. Sirius was talking a lot about everyone, not really in a gossip-y way but more like “i just wanna talk about literally everyone because i’m bored” so we had this long ass chat about all of our classmates and also teachers, he let it all out tbh. Peter was asking some questions from time to time both to Sirius and I if he was interested, but he was mostly chill. Remus did not make ANY noise and was just focused on the direction, he would just shush James from time to time whenever he would cross the line and like scream the lyrics.

Nothing much happened when we arrived beside having lunch and walking around the place. It was very chill actually, it’s a pretty quiet place there so despite James being noisy from time to time it was very comforting and calm overall. We did play a lot of board games (especially at night) like pictionary, mimes and cluedo, and we were so caught up in the game that I didn’t even realise we were making lots of noise so the neighbours knocked on the door and called us out lol.

When we had to go to sleep the first night I had to go with Sirius in one room at the first floor, while James was with Peter in the other one next to us, and Remus was alone on the couch-bed at the second floor. I wanted to use Sirius’ snoring as an excuse to share the couch with Remus ahem but I didn’t want to be desperate so I just kept it to myself.

BUT. BUT. the second night, we bought some beer and it didn’t end up well. With this I mean I got almost drunk cause I have zero tolerance (both in my cr and dr lol it’s pretty embarrassing ngl) but I mean they were too, at least a little tipsy, so I was not fully alone in that. AND. I kept saying that I didn’t want to sleep with Sirius cause he snores so much but I was obviously lying, so I sat on the couch that was fully open into a bed already and I got comfy while they were still talking. Then, I deadass faked that I fell asleep there, hoping that my plan would succeed. And it fucking did.

As I kept my eyes closed I heard them talking about how they were going to sleep since I fell asleep there, and then Sirius got close to my face and asked if I was really asleep (he’s my twin brother i meannnn he just knows everything so he probably figured i was faking) and I remember I told him something like “please help me stay with remus tonight” 😭 this is so embarrassing i’m sorry. So he just told everyone that I was asleep but he didn’t want to share the bed with Remus so this man replied “I could sleep here with Enea” (which is me) AAAAABWEBEB I DIED RIGHT THERE.

Then they all went to sleep. I heard Remus changing next to the couch and then slipping in the covers, not saying a single word (probably because he thought I was asleep, yk, I was a very good actor) and then he just went to sleep as I started to hear his deep breathing after some minutes since he falls asleep so easily. I wanted to do something but I fell asleep like a dumb bitch lol.

But THEN I woke up in the middle of the night and I opened my eyes and, deadass, started staring at him. It was dark but not fully as the windows were open and there was some light outside. He was so beautiful fuck, so pretty I swear. And I got closer. I was staring at him for some minutes till I got some courage (yea sure) and asked if he was asleep. I was very confident just because I was sure he wouldn’t reply buT he did, saying like, “yes I am sleeping, why aren’t you?” and I wanted to act nonchalantly but failed and just told him I wasn’t sleepy. Then he didn’t reply, he just turned over and looked at me. My heart was beating so fast I was like a little girl (I’m a grown ass man) but I didn’t say anything. And lol, he said “you can kiss me if you want” WHATTT. so yea, we kissed. for the second time. and it wassss,, it was cool I mean (my stomach is making flips ah ah ah shut up). And then he made me sleep closer to him, but nothing else happened. In the morning we acted like nothing and didn’t talk about it just like the first time we kissed lol, idk what this means, I’m having so many thoughts about this and not all of them are positive :).

Anyway the rest of the trip was very cool. We stayed for only two nights but it was very fun yet chill. And very relaxing too. It was awesome to skip some school days and just be with them and not think about responsibilities lol.

Some things that happened was that Sirius got catcalled 🧍🏼more than one time, and some of them were even old people, it was so funny tbh we just laughed about it. I also noticed he was very happy overall and I know why, don’t even have to ask him. Him and I grew up in that place and it always feels amazing to be there again, because since we got older we didn’t visit the place as much as we did.

James had lots of fun too, but he always has fun lmaoo so idk. He wanted to visit all the possible places but actually some times he would call us out for being lazy and not walk a lot like him. He told me he wanted to take him back there some day in the winter so that we could ski too.

Peter was actually relaxed and that’s very rare since he’s worrying about things all the time, so I’m glad we did this together and had some chill time. He asked me a lot of question about the house and our memories there, he was very nice.

AHEM maybe I’m writing too much, but nothing much happened, it was mostly this. This experience was so nice, after this I shifted back to cr and I couldn’t go back to my dr and now I changed my destination (I’m going to my waiting room because I just want to chill and relax and not deal with anything) but I miss that place a lot, I’ll shift there again soon maybe in some days or weeks. I’ll let you guys know :)

#shifting realities #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #success story #shifted #shifting stories #shifting to marauders era #marauders #shifting to harry potter #shifting to hogwarts

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fuck.

like i'm so mad and i'm crying and i feel like a cunt and maybe he's right or maybe i'm overthinking it like always but.

i just.

i get so fucking angry whenever my partner dismisses my feelings about politics or challenges me about them because he's a centrist idiot and all the content he watches is fucking garbage conservative assholes who think that people of color are DEI hires only and that woman can't make good content and that only the olds of disney should be allowed to do stuff and i'm just so tired. i'm so fucking tired.

i wonder a lot if i'm overthinking it because whenever i'm alone or in the shower or awake before him, the thoughts get me and then i get sad because i don't know what to fucking do anymore.

i wonder if i'm being defensive because he said he feels like an emotional punching bag whenever he calls me and he knows i hate HATE talking on the phone even though that's easier for him. but i also feel bad because i think he's right and i just get so mad and start letting it out and then flipping from one emotion to another to distract myself from blowing the fuck up on him for like breathing but i just don't know what to fucking do.

i feel like everything fucking time i tell him how i feel, it's for nothing. like he never hears me on it, just nods for a day or two and then goes back to this stupid fucking pattern of nothingness.

and i know i'm so frustrated and fed up with it, i'm so fucking tired of it. like babe, you're a fucking grown ass adult too. take responsibility for bettering yourself first and do not think for a single second that i will do that for you. i don't change people. i refuse to do it now, actually. i will change for myself and i will work to be a better person for me so that i can be proud of who i am and what i do. i do things to be proud of myself, to be better for myself, as much as i can. i genuinely hate that he doesn't see what i do for myself and then try to take a page form the same book to do better for himself too.

like. sorry but your mom is right to be worried and she's right to ask me to at least help you or talk to you because she loves you and i do too. but also it's fucking pointless if you're gonna be an asshole and 'joke' that "oh but you're a woman and the inferior sex so it doesn't matter lol". like no, it does and you're just an asshole. those jokes aren't funny, they're never fucking funny and i never laugh and neither are all the other 'jokes' that are just cruel fucking stereotypes that no one else is laughing at. jesus fucking cristo, read the room, have some introspection and fucking tact, get better friends and watch better content that doesn't always punch down on people, especially fucking minorities. i'm just so tired.

............. sometimes i wonder if this is worth it. all this anger and hurt and doubt. so much doubt. i wonder if this is a sunk cost fallacy. i wonder if i really love him. i wonder if i just don't want him to be lonely and i don't wanna be lonely. i feel so judgmental all the time because i feel like i have to compare my relationship to everyone around me who's happy and getting married or got married and still managed to build lives with a person they love. i feel like i’m not doing anything to better his life but he's also not doing anything to better mine. that's what a partner's supposed to do right? make you better, make you wanna be better and do better?

but it doesn't feel that way with us. i look at my sister and her husband and i want to cry so badly again because i see how he made her into a better version of herself and how he's told me that she makes him into a better man too. she's not perfect but she's better because she had the right partner by her side. i see my friend who got engaged recently and bought a house and a dog and got a promotion at her job and travels and has so much fun with her fiancé because they wanted to build their lives together and they do. i see my best friend who's quiet but so loved by her now fiancé and how he helps her be a better version of herself and to take chances and she does. i'm so proud of all of them. i'm happy for all of them, i really am.

but i'm also so fucking jealous of all of them. i want that too. i've wanted that for so long. it's all i want. and i feel like i'm getting nowhere and nothing from my partner. we don't go out, he's always asleep til like noon and never wants to leave the house, this sounds stupid but literally all he does is play video games until 4am while i fall asleep at midnight. it's like we live separate lives but sleep next to each other. i go out to visit jovana because she lives down the street and like we actually do stuff and plan things and she's a friend who encourages me to live life joyfully. but my own partner doesn't make me feel that way?

i said sunk cost fallacy cuz it feels like i put love or tried to be kind and good to someone who just fiend twang to fucking change. and i don't want to change him or force him to become someone he's not. i think one of the most profound things one of my exes ever told me was to stop trying to make him into another person cuz that's not who he is. he said once "you want me to be alex but i'm not. i'm me. you can't force people to change into another person. you can't." it stays with me even now. and maybe that's what makes me afraid of wanting to change my partner too. he's so fucking stubborn and won't things that are better or good for him and he overdoes them when he does. he won't listen to his mom or his sister or me when we all say the same fucking thing over and over again. and it's so tiring, it's annoying, it's so fucking frustrating because eventually you get to the "then why do i bother?" stage and that's where i am. cuz why do i bother? why do i try? why do i want to do this? do i want this?

i think of the future more now and each time i think of a possible future with him, i get so scared. i see nothing but misery in the sense that i feel like i would be putting my time and energy and love into someone who doesn't want to put the same amount of effort into themselves and i would be so frustrated and sad all the time. i would be miserable. i'd have a mediocre life and i'd be fucking miserable because that's not what i want from this life. why do i wanna live or have a life with someone who can't take the fucking trash out from the bathroom when it's full and i gotta remind him when i'm there? who i have to remind to eat? who makes fun of me when i say i'm hungry cuz he does fasting but i fucking don't because i had an ED and i need to eat? i get especially mad with that because "oh babe, it's a joke" no fuck you, i've said how it makes me fucking feel so many times and you still do it. it doesn't feel like a joke. jokes make you laugh and i'm not laughing, i'm going to fucking cry cuz i feel horrible about my weight and i get that shit enough at fucking home with my mom. i hate it so fucking much. it just makes me want to starve myself again. i already don't wanna be around people who fucking say anything about my weight cuz i get so defensive and so fucking self conscious and i feel like shit. thanks.

........but then.

then i think about how he doesn't have relationship experience and he does try sometimes and how he was always bullied in school and how that's one of the reasons i became his friend in the first place: i saw people being fucks to him and i decided that i didn't wanna be one of them because it's easier to be nice. and sure, he's awkward and weird but he did improve himself so much. he's a great friend when he needs to be. i went to his stepdad's funeral the minute i found out what happened because i care about him. i know he can be a better person. i know he can.

i think about how i get those glimpses of that better person sometimes and how i'm happy when i see that person because i love that person. i loved when we played star wars together because he knew i would i enjoy the story and he was right. i like when he cares about me and tries for a minute because then i see the person that i want to be with. i see the person who makes me happy. i want to see that person all the time because it's a sign that he's getting better too, that he's happier and doing something with me to be happy. i want him to be that way all the time. i want to see that person more often than the one that fucking frustrates me to no end.

he has a shitty job that doesn't respect him and that i'm pretty sure did an illegal pay cut on him but whatever i guess. he won't look for something at least a little better. he doesn't go out and this job comes back with him cuz he talks about the clinic and how it sucks a lot. i hate beating anything about that place, it pisses me off so much because i think and know that he deserves so much better but he is too stubborn to put the fucking effort into finding something better. so he comes home and sleeps like the dead and plays video games and maybe MAYBE ventures out to eat occasionally. i'm not stupid. that's literally depression. this job is hell and it's taking its toll on him and he doesn't want to see that. i know that deeply because my precious job did the same fucking thing to me and it nearly killed me. i know what i'm looking at. but he doesn't wanna acknowledge that so what am i supposed to do, even when i try and try and fucking try?

i do suicide prevention. i do it because i tried to kill myself. i do it because i have depression and anxiety. i do it because i want to be better for myself and for everyone around me. i work so fucking hard every day because i have to be better. that's not a choice for me anymore. i must be better. i will be. i am. and i do all of this because then people will be able to come to me and say "hey, i don't feel to great, can i talk to you?" so that i can at least street them in the right direction. everyone who knows me irl know this about me, it's literally part of my personality now.

so why the fuck can't the one person who also knows all this and saw me do everything to help the people i care about just ask me for help too? why won't he fucking listen to me?! i don't want to waste my life talk to walls, it makes me tired too, fuck!! but i do it because i love him and i want him to be that happy person that i've seen before, the better person that i get glimpse of. but i have my limits too. i have limits, boundaries, values, virtues, so many things that i fucking fight and stand for because i believe in the good of the world and i want to be good in this world. there's enough motherfuckers out there and i don't wanna be one of them.

but i'm tired. i'm so tired. i'm so frustrated. i don't know what to do. i can't magically change people. i wish i could, so badly, but i can't. and i feel so small not knowing what to do. i feel so..... useless. i'm crying again and i've been crying this whole time and i just don't know who to talk to about this or what to do. i feel selfish and like a cunt whenever i blow up on him. he's not a punching bag, he's a person with feelings and sometimes he doesn't know how to word things and i get that, i know that, i do. i wish i could go to therapy again. i can't afford that because i have a whole mountain of my own issues to deal with and i'm either going to spiral again or push through this but i'm just. i'm so tired. i don't want to fight. i don't want to be the bigger person. i want to lie down in my room and eat ice creme and watch my shows and fucking cry over how i wish i could have love like my characters do. i don't want to live like this, i don't. i don't. i don't. i hate that part of my life is dependent on another person too. i hate this. i don't want to be in this reality. i'm tired.

#tw eating disorder #tw suicide #cyndy speaks #i'm so tired

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amuhav · 1 year

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Get to Know Me - Sims Style

tagged by @dandylion240 (if anyone else did too I’m sorry, I’m not seeming to get notifs for tags rn???)

tagging @keibea because we need more TS3 rep in tag games like this tbh.

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Old age. Because it means my sim actually made it that far and I just love seeing their life play out. Some of the more quirky, simsy ones are great though. Death by Jellybean or Cowplant come to mind lol.

Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?

I... really don’t like the TS4 MM aesthetic 😅 I really don’t like the clay hair look for my own sims, though think some people do wonderful things with it, and I do like certain Maxis Mix styles, good skin details with clay hair, certain stylised MM styles etc. but the default TS4 clay look is literally why I never moved over to TS4 in the first place, and it took too long for the Alpha scene to really take off in the beginning, so by the time there was enough CC for me to feel I would ever want to jump in, it felt too overwhelming to even try moving to essentially a new medium.

For TS3... I also am not a huge fan of the straight “MM” look either, though I think the distinction is less prominent as it is in TS4. You can easily make most “MM” stuff fit in an “alpha” game simply because they aren’t usually full-on clay the way TS4 MM is, they’re just not quite as detailed as full “alpha” CC. Whereas the other way around isn’t quite as true, intricately detailed alpha stuff might look out of place if most of your other content is vanilla or MM. So I think as well as preferring the aesthetic, I like the flexibility a more “alpha” leaning style can bring.

Do you cheat your sims weight?

Storywise, characters are obviously whatever size I make them lol.

Uh. I don’t know about weight, because I don’t think any of my sims have put on a lot of weight during gameplay. I have definitely cheated muscle levels though. Traumatic flashbacks to Loch suddenly getting BULKED whilst I was letting him run free during Riv’s BC. Absolutely not you little twink.

Do you move objects?

For gameplay, I used to try to minimise doing so just cos it breaks so much routing and stuff. Now I don’t play so I go nuts with MOO. Who needs working doors or stairs or beds anyway?

Favourite Mod?

So many mods for TS3 are kinda essential to even be able to run the game lol, like almost the entire NRAAS suite. I think I’ll have to go with the Remove Stencil mod though, cos being able to undo EA’s weird obsession with shiny clothes by removing the specular is honestly so lifechanging LOL. no more shiny wool jumpers or oil slick jeans 🥰

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

My first TS3 expansion was Ambitions, because I skipped World Adventures, in fact, I think it was one of the last expansions I bought lol.

Believe it or not, I do actually own one EP, one GP, and one SP for TS4 lmao, back when I thought maybe, just MAYBE. the game might get better, and I was still trying so damn fuckin hard to force myself to enjoy the actual gameplay. So I have Get to Work, but don’t even ask me what the other two are because I haven’t a fuckin’ clueeeee.

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

...It just occurred to me maybe it is meant to be “LIV” mode because it’s... like. Living mode. Like, Alive Mode doesn’t make sense. But my brain won’t accept it. doesn’t sound right. Always been “LIVE” mod to me lol.

Who’s your favourite sim that you’ve made?

Oh, jeez. Uhhh, I can’t *really* claim most of my current legacy sims because I didn’t make them, they were born in-game, even if I have tweaked the hell out of them in recent years. So if we’re going for physical appearance, I wanna say actually maybe Sylvie for my TS3 sims? She took so long to get just right, especially because TS3 doesn’t really do curvier sims quite as well as TS4, especially not without a fuck ton of sliders, and I had a really specific look to her face in mind that took forever to get right, had to blend her a custom skin etc. But I am finally super happy with her cute lil sassy round face 🥰 Close runners up are probably Qu or Edge.

God, I’m gonna get so fucking shot for this but here goes. Physically, my fave TS4 sims I’ve made are actually both of Tay’s brothers, Ethryon and Ailos, and also probably father, Qariel. I think because I had a little more experience with using TS4 CAS by the time I got to them, more sliders, more skin details, just generally a fuck ton more CAS CC by then, and more time to tweak them etc. As much as Tay will always be my favourite sim OVERALL... yeah. plznoonekillmebye

Have you made a simself?

Ye. I used to update her like. all the timeee too, whenever I got a new haircut etc. And, ofc, Havoc was my alter ego so she’s like. simself adjacent lol.

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

God I hate EA’s hair colours in TS3. their blondes are so yellow, the highlights don’t blend well etc. always make my own. TS4 hair colours make me want to actually die, but then again, I hate the clay hair and cartoony colours of vanilla TS4 anyway, so.

Favourite EA hair?

Favourite life stage?

Young Adult, with Teens a close second. You can do the most with the YA age, but the chaos of teenage years are real fun too lol.

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I literally can’t play lmao. I have too much CC in TS3 for it to run well enough to play, and TS4... is it even possible to play TS4? joking joking... mostly. I’m in it for the story.

Are you a CC creator?

No. Never. I do not have a CC page I abandoned whatsoever no idea what you’re talking about goodbye. 💀

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

RBSB represent.

No I hate everyone equally.

@lazysunjade and @thesimperiuscurse have no choice but to be talked at by me every day. I’m inescapable.

Do you have any sims merch?

I actually had the TS3 Collectors edition that came with the Plumbob USB and I was devastated when it got broken. Like legitimately heart broken lol.

Miss her so much I just want her back

Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Ew.

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I used to try so hard to stick to whatever gameplay threw at me, following the actual legacy rules, not editing sims etc, all to the detriment of my actual enjoyment of storytelling. Now I care maybe a little too much about how posts look that I get into a rut of not posting oops bye 💀

What’s your origin id?

Probably the same as my username here lol, but I avoid origin at all costs so couldn’t tell you for sure tbh.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Oh, way too many to choose. For sims 3 CAS stuff, the still active converters like @rollo-rolls, @vmsims23, @simtanico etc. for build and clutter stuff @kerriganhouse, and @martassimsbookcc for conversions. Honestly, I’m kinda out of the loop atm, but there’s just way too many good creators.

How long have you had simblr?

uh. since 2015, I think? let’s not dwell on it 💀

How do you edit your pictures?

Dunno how to answer this? Photoshop, I guess lol?

What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?

It used to be pets, cos I loved having animals in the game. Now I always forget they exist oop lol. Probably Supernatural.

#tag game #saviourhide #tagged #dandylion240 #this is so long I almost don't want to post it now ugh #delete later

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