#Thank you for this ask you know I LOVE ranting about harlow

[the-halfling-prince]

you ever think about what your favorite harlow au is???

(me personally, i like trying to figure out which of my characters would be who in mean girls if they were in a mean girls au)

I've got a high fantasy au in which each island hosts different fantasy races (Nihdrikah has Selkies, Yfgusti is Halflings, Drakenvel has elves, Krowethia has dwarves, and I can't remember the rest of them) which I think is pretty cool.

Also, of course, being me, I had to come up with a highschool au back when I was in highschool, and I'd like to expand on that, maybe. Because all I remember is goth cheerleader nerd!Mari-Elie and archery captain!Careless (obvi)

Wait I just had a thought: Ferris Buellers Day Off au with Harlow as Ferris, Mari-Elie as Sloane, and Tiger as Cameron (I'm a genius)

ough I just had the most Aberdeen Jack thought ever. Harlow... Boy Meets World au... Okay okay okay I feel like Tiger and Harlow are both very Cory and Shawn-esque. Harlow's the troublemaker, but she's the privileged one who has the solutions. Tiger is a goody-two shoes, but he's also the poor kid with a million problems. Harlow has the iffy home life and Tiger has a loving father. But Harlow's the main character so I guess we have to give her the main character spot (damn I wonder if one day most of the Harlow fans will like the troubled best friend character most like how most bmw fans are obsessed with Shawn specifically...) HOWEVER I think the most Shawn-esque character I've ever created is Careless Crowthorne. I think that is soooooo obvious. (Tiger can be random third best friend from season one.) and since we have the obvious troubled youth with shite parents, we need the cool guardian/mentor to adopt that MF. And Careless does get informally adopted (which is all you need in the middle ages) by Inkwell. So that's that. I feel like the main reason I have trouble with this type of au is that my characters are just as unique and individual as the characters of whatever media I'm sticking them into and you really can't match it up perfectly, and from there the plots get muddled trying to figure out which parts of which character is getting utilized. Because plots really do depend solely on the characters inside of them. Boy Meets World really wouldn't be boy Meets World if Cory wasn't Cory and Shawn wasn't Shawn entirely. The Harlow series would be completely different if harlow wasn't entirely harlow and tiger wasn't completely tiger and careless wasn't careless and so on and so forth. Because if harlow wasn't entirely who she is, she wouldnt have risked life and limb to save her best friend at 12. She wouldn't have given up her own childhood to become a leader because she knew it was the greater good. And honestly this is why I do believe in the philosophy that good characters can make a bad plot work but bad characters will ruin a good plot. Because the characters being fully themselves is almost always the singular driving force of any story, because only that character will make the choices that character made, and that very obviously effects the story in its entirety. Mari-Elie would be Topanga obviously.

[hidefdoritos]

Inspired by one of these conversations happening just today, here's a list in no particular order of weird interactions at the cargo job:

• "Every single safety meeting is the same. 'Don't smoke on the premises. Don't do drugs in the parking lot. Don't do each other in the parking lot.' But does anyone listen? No."

• Watched a longhaired prettyboy step into a loop of scrap plastic, snag his other ankle in it, and drop to his knees. Asked if he was all right. He stated, "Yeah. I, uh, just discovered some stuff about myself."

• Overheard man happily telling his friend, "I know my wife's a slut! That's why I married her!"

• "The best thing I ever saw at this job was when a guy was stacking boxes, and something behind him fell over--I have no idea how this happened!--and the box took his pants down with it. So his entire ass was out. Of course I didn't mind. It made my month."

• [Boyfriend waving his food in front of girlfriend] "This reaches places inside me that you'll never touch."

• Within ten minutes of meeting a driver, he had his boss on the phone offering me a job. He also gendered me correctly before I'd even figured it out.

• [Person leaving] "Welp, it's the best time of day: Not-My-Problem o'clock."

• "I don't even know why I stayed to help out. [Manager] asked me to, and I guess he batted his eyelashes or something. Here I am."

• Convo in which I was asked to be a couple's third. I declined.

• Extensive rant from a domme about the Jack Harlow song "Vanilla" on the radio. "He says 'I'm vanilla' and then says 'I'll choke you.' That's the most serious kink! There's almost nothing I could do with a whip to kill someone. Most everything has injury potential, but breath restriction has a very real death risk. And it's just normalized!"

• Man enthusiastically deepthroating a breadstick.

• Three people conversing: "I just wanted to check on that, you know? Cause I been there. I attempted suicide when I was 14." "What? Oh, no way, I was 14 too!" "Same! I was 11." *three-way high-five*

• Excruciatingly detailed retelling of how my coworker managed to sandwich the tip of his dick between a table and a box.

• "Aww, fuck me!" "No thanks." "...I wasn't...offering?"

• [Hollered over the screech of an industrial truck in reverse] "That's why I never plug these things in, because I have to reverse to an outlet, and it makes the worst noise in creation. But if you're gonna whine about it I'll plug it in. Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted? I bet the people in Guantanamo Bay would love to have a word with you!"

• [Watching a skilled worker] "Damn, you stacked the fuck outta them boxes."

[https-harlow]

He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me

Thank you so much to @swiftly-harlow for giving this idea to me and supporting me as I’m writing! I dont know when I’m going to start posting this, but enjoy the sneak peak!

Tw: physical and emotional abuse

"How many times has he told you he doesn't love you?"

Sydney and I sat on her bed facing one another as the question slipped past her lips.

"He loves me, he tells me all the time,” I could feel the lump in my throat forming as I answered.

Silence suffocated and filled the room. I knew. I knew he didn't love me, but something about his toxicity kept me hooked. He was bad for me, but something about him kept me coming back.

"Do you love him?"

"Yes,” I said, but there was a hint of caution in my voice, of course I loved him, how could I not. As much as I loved him, I knew he wasn’t good for me. You could put a gun to my head and I’d never admit it though.

Caleb Abbott was something out of this world. Some days he loved me, and some days he didn’t. Yet the merry-go-round made me stay — It was like a drug.

I quickly switched the subject, “I’m hungry, what do you want to eat?”

Sydney rolled her eyes, “Lottie…”

“Sydney…” I mimicked. “Can you please just drop it?”

“Lottie, you came to my house with bruises on your arms, and tears streaming down your face. Why won’t you admit he’s bad for you?”

I sighed, knowing she was right. I was stuck, yet I wanted to stay. He was bad for me, really bad for me. But I feared that If I let him go, there wouldn’t be a single soul left to love me.

Tears threatened my eyes as Sydney looked at me. I needed a way to break the cycle. Nothing was getting better, I needed a change.

***

I sat on the curb with a blanket over my shoulders as the red and blue lights reflected off my neighbors windows. The ENT shined a bright light in my eyes as they ran a small cognitive exam.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I lied. I was utterly traumatized.

I heard someone scream my name as my eyes looked up from the concrete beneath me.

“Lottie! Oh my gosh!”

Hannah’s arms wrapped around me as I winced from the slight pain. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted to kill him. She was angry, yet wanted to make sure I was okay first.

“That mother fucking piece of shitty ass, I swear to God if I ever see him again, I’m going to-“

I shuddered at the memories from hours before as Hannah went on a rant of how terrible my boyfriend is.

“Caleb? Are you home?” I called out as I entered our quiet home.

It reeked of alcohol. Broken bottles and wrappers were discarded around the living room.

Silence.

“Caleb Alexander Abbott?!”

No answer. Again.

“Caleb, I know you're here,” I called out, walking around the corner and into the kitchen. I found Caleb leaning against the dining room table. Another broken alcohol bottle that had fallen off the counter, leaving a puddle of cheap vodka behind.

“Where the fuck did you go?” Caleb asked, his voice carried no emotion, which was enough to send chills down my spine.

“I went to hang out with some friends, I told you that before I left.” I said, a lump already forming in my throat.

“I don’t fucking remember you telling me that,” Caleb slurred. “If you want to go be with your friends instead of me, then go stay with them and get the fuck out.”

“No- that's not- I want to be with you, I’m not going to hang out with them now, I want to be with you. Let’s just go to bed.”

“I said, get the fuck out,” Caleb repeated himself, raising his voice when I didn’t leave. I flinched as Caleb reached for the closest thing to him and threw it in my direction. The glass cup shattering as it hit the wall, a couple of the shards cutting into my skin. Caleb rushed across the room, grabbing my arm so tightly, I knew it would leave a bruise. I tried to pull away from his grasp as he tried to pull me towards the door.

From there it was a blur, each cut and bruise holding a memory that I wouldn’t, or didn’t want to remember. Our neighbors called the cops, like they had in the past. The cops coming to break up the abuse, I couldn’t even call it a fight because I didn’t have the strength mentally or physically to fight back.

[heavyhitterheaux]

I want to do this before I forget!

2023 was a big year of wins for me, and of course, my Jack Harlow family was beside me through every single aspect of it. Thank you to the ones who continually support me with every reblog, like, and comment and never switched up on me. I am grateful for every single one of you, and I do not take it lightly. I started writing more consistently and posting on here for an outlet to deal with my mother passing, but I never thought I would gain lifelong friends in the process.

Yall cheered me on when I graduated in May

Listened to my vacation stories when I went on my cruise, North Carolina, for a wedding, and of course, the most recent one being Louisville when I met our beloved Urby baby!

And listened to my crazy nurse stories lol

@a-moment-captured Melissa, my bestie, my MiMi 🥹

What is understood doesn't need to be said. I can literally call you at any time during the day or night and know that you will answer. Thank you for always being there for me and your endless love and support. I will continue to push you to be your best self and I know that you'll do the same for me. I think of Coit as my own and thank you for sharing and helping me to understand autism better so that I can be of help to my autistic pediatric patients. Big things are in store for us in 2024!

Hot Chips and Bad Decisions

@hoodharlow and @nattinatalia 😘🥰

I can't even tell yall how much I love yall asses lmaooo

The two people that I literally cannot go a day without talking to. Thank you for always being a listening ear and making me laugh. The two of you know that I will be here for you both until the wheels fall off no matter what. Our group chat is lit, and I already know that it's only going to get better in 2024 lmaooo

@harlowsbby 😘💕

My muthafuckin treacherous twinnnnnnnn

I love you bad, but you already knew that. I love that you feel comfortable enough to come to me and ask for advice about what is going on in your life and I will never shy away from helping to try to get you to make the best decision. You already know since we talked about it to keep your head up and focus on yourself all of 2024, and I feel that it will be amazing for you. Remember, I am always in your corner and cheering you on.

@sinsandsuccubus my little sister Luna 🥹

My sister wife! I absolutely adore you and can always count on you to listen to me rant about absolutely anything. Forever proud of you for graduating this year with a degree in fucking engineering!! A black woman with an engineering degree? UNFUCKINGSTOPPABLE. You are doing the damn thing so you better keep going!

I adore each and every one of you and I pray that 2024 is a better mental health year for everyone and we get those goals accomplished! Remember that I am always here you for if you want to talk and my inbox is always open.

Happy 2024 🥹💕

Love, Muva 💋

[rina-writes]

tell me to stop at anytime bc imma just keep sending requests LOL but i just remembered jack saying he wants a girl that will yell at him and straighten him the fuck out but i know for a fact he would just get turned on by it 😭

Hiii :D I love when you send requests (esp. when you come off anon hehe). I think so too!! I feel like he would see it as a challenge, hence my little blurb. Also, thanks for being my first beta reader hehe

Deep Breathing

Warnings: GN!reader, AngerIssues!reader lol, suggestive towards the end, fluffy?

Breathe in for four seconds.

Hold it for four seconds.

Let it out for four to seven seconds.

That was the advice your therapist gave you on how to bring your heart rate down from an “arousal” state back to a state to think rationally. It was all part of the process to controlling your anger. Most applicably, reducing your tendency to snap at people. For as long as you could remember, you were known for having a fire tongue. Your words dripped with sarcasm and what you didn’t say out loud, your face said in volumes. Your death stare and cold voice when you were upset struck fear into everyone who knew you. It was really the switch between “Oh Y/n is so funny” to “Oh Y/n is not joking,” that seemed to jar people the most.

When you started dating the sweet and charming Kentucky boy a few months ago, everyone warned you about tapering your sarcasm. More often than not the advice summed up to being “nice.” And it really was everyone telling you this: friends, family, co-workers, neighbors. Even though people didn’t know it was Jack Harlow, the moment they heard you were dating a country boy, they worried your temper would break him into pieces. 

You were a bit blindsided by the warnings. No one ever called you mean. After all, you never said things to hurt people’s feelings. You didn’t go out of your way to ruin someone’s day or tell them something they didn’t need to hear. At the same time, you didn’t sugar coat stuff. You said things directly to avoid confusion and if the way that you said things came with an annoyed tone, that was just your fee for being a good person.

You liked Jack, a lot. He made you laugh, showered you with affection, and helped you to let your guard down. But, not so far down that you let him see hear the infamous “Dragon Throat.” You did your breathing exercises, you went for walks, and you sent long rants to your friends in group chats all to protect him from blowing up at the wrong time.

However, there were times like these where you didn’t have the chance to give him a buffer. You were so fuming mad that you had to unleash it at that very moment. There was a part of you tucked deep inside that seemed to be watching in third person, shaking their head and covering their eyes as you stormed over to Jack, laundry in hand. That part of you felt bad for Jack who looked like a defenseless puppy with his big blue eyes staring up at you with confusion as he enjoyed watching Entourage on his day off.

“Babe what’s wron--”

“What the hell is this, Harlow?” You asked him, as you tossed the soiled boxers into his lap.

Jack’s eyes widened at the bite in your voice. “Uhm, my underwear?”

“No, apparently it’s a f-cking dish rag because I found it on the countertop instead of in the hamper where I asked you to put it three hours ago.” You gestured around to the apartment. “Look at this place! You haven’t been on tour in a month and it still looks like Old Macdonald’s Farm and probably smells worse. How can you live like this? Animals can’t even live like this!”

“Uh…” Jack’s mouth opened wide, but no other sound came out. He was sitting frozen on the couch, his palms pressed into the cushions, the tossed underwear still hanging off his bare shoulder.

“I know it’s your day off, but it’s mine too.” You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “Yet, while you watch television adding more to the mess…” You gestured to the empty takeout containers on the dining table. “...I’m scrubbing, doing laundry, vacuuming wondering why ‘no one helps me in this house’ and then having an existential crisis because I sound like my mother.”

“Ok--”

“And I’m not complaining…” You paused a bit. “...okay, I am complaining. But I asked you to do one thing which was to pick up your dirty laundry and put it in the washing machine. And you can’t even do that. Like--”

Jack stood up, grabbing your face and kissing you hard. Your eyes widened as you pushed at his chest. Jack moved backward, mostly because he released you and less because you actually pushed him that hard.

“Damn, you are so fine…” Jack muttered, his blue irises dark with desire. He swallowed, his eyes studying your lips again as if planning an attack.

“I’m serious right now, Jack!” You yelled.

“Me too, baby.” Jack said, wrapping arms around you, your nose coming into contact with his white tank top. Brushing against the top of your thigh, you felt a hardness straining against the fabric of his dark sweat pants.

“Jack, you can’t be--” Jack bent down and tossed you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom.

You gasped, your fists pounding on his back as you protested to no avail. You watched as the living room disappeared behind him; the mess that you would no doubt have to clean up later mocking you as well.

“Been awhile since I seen that attitude of yours.” Jack chuckled. “And I’m going to f-ck it right out of you, baby.”

Jack tossed you on to the bed, standing at the foot of it, grinning at you. You sat up, frowning.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, Jack! We don’t have time for this. I just want you to do your share today.”

Breathe in for 4 seconds.

Jack sunk down to his knees. He grabbed you by your hips to pull you closer to him. A soft moan left your lips despite trying to hold it in.

Hold it for 4 seconds.

He pressed his shoulders into the back of your thighs to allow your legs to dangle behind him. He looked up at you.

“I promise, I’ll do the laundry once I’m done…” Jack mulled over the word for a moment before adding in a husky voice, “...repenting.”

Let it out for 4 to 7 seconds.

As you felt Jack moving your clothing to get to work, your breath got caught in your throat. Suddenly, everything you were mad about seemed a little less important. This was an unexpected reaction to your “Dragon Throat.” Perhaps everyone was wrong and you should snap at him more. You gripped his hair earning an appreciative grunt from Jack as you tossed your head back in pleasure.

You would have to let your therapist know that the breathing exercises weren’t working out too well. However this new technique that you used to get out your anger was taking your breath away.

Jack.

[sometownie]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥ (I know you're not posting a lot of sims stuff right now, but if you want to do it!)

Thank you sm for tagging me @eulaliasims @phoebe-twiddle @episims!! 😭💚 I decided to smash all your asks together like this because like Eulalia said, I really haven't been in the mood for simming. But! I thought answering this might give me the inspiration to continue playing again!

So I've ranted about Greta so many times that now we're not touching her. Another obvious choice would have been Nikolas, but I've literally done the same tag game with him years ago, so. So today we're talking about.....

Babette Black!

Why Babette? I've said it before, but I love making tributes to old sims in new neighborhoods: Babette is a tribute as well! So this is going to be also about Byanna Bigg, the og Babette.

(Babette left, Byanna right. Sorry the pics are really bad quality, I can’t get to my old laptop right now where all the pics are. That’s also a very early pic of Babette, she looks a lot different these days.)

Babette Black is an evil witch, just like Byanna was.

Byanna married into a big family that, on top of the resident family, was also home to alien twins, a bigfoot and a servo. Babette's home isn't as vivid, but my plan for Babette's big creepy house are very similar!

Byanna Bigg had one daughter, called Willow. I wanted Babette to also have a daughter named Willow, but she ended up having twin girls, so they were named Willow and Harlow.

I think it's very fitting for an evil witch that Babette is a politician. In fact, she is currently the mayor of Whitewave! To get to her position, she married the current mayor and forced him to step down (1/2). That, of course, ended in divorce and Benny moved in with his lover to start a new family. Byanna, on the other hand, was very happily married to her husband River. Although, River was either very oblivious or very ignorant of the things Byanna did in her basement laboratory - she was, after all, a nature biologist searching for a way to live forever. Which is, naturally, Babette’s next goal in life, now that she has reached her lifetime want to become mayor.

Okay this is a bit off topic. But you know how the Limestones in Whitewave own and run the Limestone Hospital? The inspiration to that comes from Byanna Bigg’s family as well! Plus, the starter sim to both Bigg and Limestone families was.............. Nikolas.

Thank you again for tagging me! 💚💚💚💚

[https-harlow]

Urban request: The reader has no idea who jack harlow is, but is dragged to his concert by her best friend. At the end of the show, the reader waits at the back door for her friend to catch a glimpse of jack as she hops into the sprinter van. While she waits for her best friend, the reader strikes up a conversation with a cute boy she sees. Given that the reader is unfamiliar with jack harlow, she doesn’t know that the cute boy she’s talking to, urban, happens to be the superstar’s best friend. The two have a decently long conversation and feel some sort of chemistry. Urban asks for the reader’s Instagram, which she types in his phone and presses the follow button. After this, the reader realizes the crowd has dispersed, which means her friend was probably looking for her. The reader says goodbye to urban, and he tells the reader that next time he’s in town, he’d love to hangout. She laughs him off. The reader and her friend meet up, and the reader is forced to listen to her friend rant about how good jack looked as he walked to the van, that she didn’t even ask the reader what she did while she was waiting for her. Eventually, over a late night post-concert meal, she asks the reader… and the reader said she met a cute boy, but forgets his name. She pulls out her phone to recall his name and show her friend who the guy was. The reader’s friend, who obviously knows who Urban is, freaks out.

Fast forward a couple months… the reader’s friend tells the reader that jack will be in town soon for a show, and to keep an eye out for a message from urban. The reader laughs and assures her best friend that urban has long forgotten about her. Fast forward a couple days before the show, the reader receives a DM from urban saying that he’ll be in her area and wants to hang out. The reader responds and agrees to get together. On the day of their meetup, the reader meets urban in the lobby of his hotel. They go out to dinner, walk around the city, grab some dessert, and have the best time with one another. As they make it back to his hotel, urban confesses his feelings to the reader, which are similar to her feelings about him. The two share a sweet moment and agree to see go steady with one another.

Sorry for the long request… I got carried away 😩😂 you’re my favorite writer and you always do my requests justice ❤️

Favorite writer 🥹 thank you so much!! Don’t apologize for long requests! Thank you for sending me requests 💖 especially because I know I’m not the fastest at them so the fact that you continue to send me requests means a lot! Though now I’m curious what other requests you’ve sent 👀I feel like I know a couple. Thank you so much for being patient with me! I hope you like it!

Here with a friend