#Woop :333333

[cosmicourple]

lmao, I have an idea for desperate Scogan shippers who feel left out after the D&W movie 😋

edit: get ready, cause I bash off a lot of fucking walls AKA get sidetracked. Badly.

So uh— 💥boosh💥💥💥 it’s like- X-men 97/movieverse based & some child/younger character who Logan or Scott are very close to (ima’ make it baby Nathan here) has been either snatched up by some interdimensional force or just the T.V.A felt a little too silly, sent some trigger happy arseholes to look at the timeline, pruned them (the child) like a fucking weed, so either way, all three of them end up the Voidtm & Scott + Logan have to go find & save the kid.

so yeah, these idiots are running around, going along their ~merry~ way while bickering & being petty to each other until, by one way or another, someone reaches their boiling point. (Preferably, I’d want it to be Scott bc character’s-composure-breaks arc my beloved 😛🤌❤️) Which means:

✨Honda Odyssey scene✨

(& for the people who are prolly like “wait, how would we image the rawness of that scene if Scott doesn’t have insane abilities like Deadpool????” And to that I go: idk either image them mid-fight being like “uuuuh- this is gonna get bad sooo- safeword?????” or maybe just make up that earlier -whether before the kidnapping or just a bit 🤏 before the Void- Scott got hit with a (convenient) macguffin that fundamentally gave him the same powers AKA regeneration abilities as Wade & by the time him & Logan are in the Voidtm, he’s still trying to figure out how tf to get used to this, just thinking: “HOW THE FUCK DOES LOGAN LIVE LIKE THIS????????!?!??!?????” & when the blessed in-the-Honda✨✨ bit happens, it’s just a bit more vile & also just waaay more morbidly kinky (exc Logan stabs Scott violently in the stomach & -without thinking about it- fucking pulls out with some guts stringing loose, for second is like “oh fuck, that was way to much & Scott is definitely not gonna cope with that well”, only for Scott to laugh manically, shove Logan’s head into the back of the front & say (very deliriously with a shittonne of blood leaking out his nose & mouth (😫*no 🔫🔫*) “come here and do your worst, WOLVERINE“ cut to copious amounts of stabbing, bleeding, rage, extreme screaming, laugher (mostly from a off-the-walls Cyclops) & by the end, some VERY questionable (but still “stress releasing” for those two so ig maybe it’s good?? For them?????? :DDD) noises lol (mostly just them both (*COUGH* *COUGH* SCOTT *EGGMAN DYING NOISES*) saying things like: “show me what your REALLY are” + “come here you little- *gets violently lasered uwu*)))

I’m normal. And a very neat & tidy writer I swear :’3 ✨✨✨🌸💖✨🌸😭💥💥✨

[circus-k]

What's your favorite part of Night of the Werehog?

the characters are one of the best things to come out of that short <33 silliest ghosts ever

but i already talked about them so. the animation is a good contender for the second fave !!

they really use their medium to their advantage and the squash and stretch is so yummers they all look so bouncy and expressive :D

there's not a lot going on story-wise but it more than compensates with stellar animation that still holds up (seriously marza's amazing) and AT LEAST ONE memorable character sorry su and wu </3

[tatakaeeren]

first off i also just wanna say the fact that you continually ask me questions on stuffs means a lot to me adfadfadfasd it soothes me to know my extrovert rambling personality doesn't cause too much annoyance to you asdfasd <333333

BUT ALSO ALSO I WATCHED THIRD EPISODE BC I'VE BEEN PUTTING OFF BC PAIN AND WELL YAH PAIN *cries into pillow*

NOW SHOUJO RECS WOOP WOOP (i will give u the links of where i read them too ^^)

Sesame salt and pudding- https://bato.to/series/81088/sesame-salt-and-pudding

so basically a 20 year old and a 40 year old drunkenly marry each other. I PERSONALLY love age gap stories and the 40 year guy is just *screams into pillow bc of hotness* but also the way they handle situations and everything is amazing the female lead is strong and confident in herself and not just a wet napkin

Loving Yamada at Lv999- https://bato.to/series/98627/loving-yamada-at-lv999-official

SO GOOD. idk if you've read it or seen the anime but i LOVE KUUDERES AND YAMADA IS THAT SO ARGH i love. older female lead (i think they're like two years apart but people were upset that she was like 21 and he was like 19 so i have to say that even tho it isn't creepy or anything BUT YAH)

wotakoi: love is hard for an otaku- https://wotaku-manga.com/

SO GOOD PART TWO. this is like grown adult romance i would say since they're all coworkers and like it's definitely the "i am dating my best friend" (literally) trope which i absolutely love and it's refreshing if you need a break for like high school romance yk?

My reason to die- it's a webtoon but you don't have to pay for it whoop whoop

PAIN. it's still ongoing updates every tuesday and it's SO GOOD BUT OH MY GOD THE PAIN IT CAUSES *screams in a corn field* bc like the male lead just loves her so so much and the way the author portrays like the little acts of affection through simple touches and whatnot is FUCKING AMAZING.

Here you are- https://bato.to/series/70482/here-u-are

I SHOULD SAY IT'S BL and i know that's not everyone's fancy but i personally think that like even if you someone isn't a fan of the genre to give it a try. There's no like nsfw outright, hints to it but it's not done in like a fetish way. I've cried my eyes out to this one because the characters all just feel so real. the author did an amazing job just making the characters come alive and so even if someone is like ew bl PLEASE give it a chance.

Love for Sale- https://mangabuddy.com/love-for-sale

yes this is another BL. Let me explain. there are nsfw scenes and whatnot but like, the CHARACTERS THE CHARACTERS. another one where I've cried to. The "top" for lack of a better description is somewhat aromantic, but not like oh I'm toxic man way but like in a. that's just the way he is because he can't figure out what love even is, so he uses his money to show people love because that's the only thing that makes sense to him. I am not giving an apt description but seriously, it's amazing as well, like you really get invested in the characters and i just love it.

THATS ALL FOR NOW SORRY IF YOU'VE READ SOME OF THESE BUT HOPEFULLY NOT ALL

-lavender anonieee

Hi how are you doing today?? i'm glad you feel that way! I ask you a bunch of questions because I am genuinely interested in your answers! you have different and fun opinions + I can learn more about new anime or manga and I get to know you more 😉

Oh come here let me hug you because after the third ep, we all needed a hug, a warm blanket and mentally staying at the beach with them.. let's forget the other half of the ep happened 😭

Thank you for the recommendations and the link!!! I didn't know two of them (Sesame salt and pudding and love for sale) so I definitely added them to my list!! thank you for including the summary, they really picked my interest thanks to that! 💖

[goodgirlofglory]

By the herald of thunder /One-shot

Pairing: Thor x reader

Word count: 2,8k

Warnings: sweet and passionate love-making, SMUT, some rough Thor, oral (f receiving), brief hand job (blink and you’ll miss it), p in v, fluff, no I mean FLUFF! Sloppy, sticky fluff. 

Summary: Thunder signals the arrival of your secret lover - the norse God of Thunder himself. He's a freequent visitor, but this time he leaves with something special.

Note: There've been a lot of exciting thunder storms in Norway this summer, and it made me think of what a secret affair with the crown prince of Asgard might feel like. This is pre the first Thor movie, when the Æsir were still only a myth amon the humans on Earth. 

EDIT: WOOP WOOP there is now a sort of, sort of not sequel to this, Like lightning in a bottle. Check it out ;)

Your media consumption is your own responsibility, but I advise you not to engage if the content of the warnings upsets you. Minors DNI. Not beta-read, I live on the edge. 

My work is not to be distributed outside this blog. 

Likes, reblogs and replies are amaaaazing<333333

The classic, mythical herald of his appearing is thunder, but you usually feel it days before. Feel it as the warm summer air slowly becomes hot and heavy, laden with electricity and anticipation. It envelopes you as you go to work, read in your home, take in the groceries. Like a premonition of his embrace - heady and demanding. 

When the first bolt of lightning strikes in the distance, your heart leaps into your throat. 

He’s coming. Finally. 

You know the nearest neighbors, about a mile away, gather in their windows to film the storm as it rages on, gaping in astonishment as the flashes of electric blue light come in more and more rapid succession, the following rumble shaking the roofs on every house in the parish. 

Meanwhile, you pace your home restlessly, almost giddy, almost nervous, excitement bubbling in your blood. Every strike of lightning feels like his hand on your skin, the rumbling like his groans as he moves in you. Your knees turn shaky when the crack of thunder follows directly after the bolt that slashes across the sky just beyond the treeline across the field.

He’ll be here any minute. 

Yes please, I need you. 

When the rain unleashes like the drop of an anchor, you moan quietly, already feeling yourself slick up at the anticipation. 

And then he’s standing on your lawn. Always appearing as if out of thin air. You wonder if he actually has the goat drawn carriage. 

He’s so imposing just standing there, and your yearning reaches a breaking point. You shudder at the sight of his broad frame, dirt blond hair, wild and unbraided, his blue eyes shining brighter and more dangerously than any lightning bolt. 

He crosses the lawn in bold strides, like he’s going into combat, and it almost feels like it too. It’s a battle you’re more than willing to meet him in.

You have no idea why he chose you, how he found you and why he keeps returning. It’s still hard to believe the Æsir even actually exist - and that you’re the only one who knows, the only one Thor, or any other norse god, have revealed themselves to in well over 900 years. 

It all happened a year prior, after a particularly hard hitting thunderstorm saw him at your doorstep for the first time. He didn’t say a word that time, only looked his menacing and powerful self, but you instantly understood who he was. 

You’d grown up with the stories. The myths and sagas. Your mother would always joke that “Thor was out and about with his goats” whenever thunderstorms raged, and you always laughed along with her. Never ever anticipating that the actual norse god of thunder would one day stand in your living room, silent and observing, as you stood before him in nothing but your night slip. What was even more absurd was how your body instantly roused at his intent stare, welcoming him with open arms and an overwhelming enthusiasm as he reached for you, wrapped his big, warm hand around your neck and pulled you into a bruising kiss. 

You leave the door open for him now, intent on drawing him into your bedroom. You need him in your sheets, on the soft mattress where you can feel every bit of his juxtaposing hard, sculpted body. 

Your nerves flare when he slowly and silently follows you up. You hear his footsteps behind you on the stairs, around the corner, and when you reach your bed, you turn to find him directly behind you, looming a good seven inches taller than you. 

You’re riled up, your breath short and rapid, but you take a long inhale followed by a deep sigh as his scent fills your nose - musk and smoke and something foreign, a transcending sweetness - the very essence of his overnatural being, the Asgardian, the God. 

You watch in enrapture as his hand slowly reaches up to graze a knuckle down your cheekbone. He holds the hammer in his other hand, and it seems to have a gravitational pull all of its own, fascinating and powerful as you feel its magnanimous weight even if you don’t look at it. One day you will gather the courage to ask to touch it, study it closer. 

But not now. Now he lowers the hammer to thud against the floor.

“Have you missed me, little mortal one?” he asks in a voice as deep as the ocean. You stifle a whimper and nod. 

It’s all a blur from there. Outside, the twilight air is cool and calm, the skies clear again. The storm continues in your bedroom. He’s on his knees between your legs on the bed, expertly feasting on you like a man starved, wringing out wave after wave of pleasure in you, hands bruising on your hips as he pins your wriggling form to his mouth. 

You come with a cry, hands gripping his luscious hair, just clinging on to consciousness as he keeps your aching clit in his mouth long enough for a cramp to sieze your leg. 

He let’s go, rubbing the cramp from your spasming leg as he coos gently, his lips quirking up into a fond smirk as he looks upon you. 

“There, there, pet,” he teases, “I’ve barely started.”

He mounts you, sliding his thick thighs, golden tanned with soft, blond hair, between your legs as he lays you on your back on the bed, and you almost blush at the normality of it all, how much you secretly fantasize about a domestic life with him, knowing it’s impossible. You reach for his cock, bold in your dazed condition, still riding the high of your orgasm. He lets you fondle him for a moment, grunting lowly as he watches you wrap your fingers around his girth and slide the soft foreskin up and down the veiny shaft. 

He’s endowed like a god too, the size of his cock dwarfing your fingers, the head purple, shining with a generous leakage at the top. You salivate at the feel of him. 

“Please,” you sigh. 

He hums. 

“Yes, kærasta,” he responds, and you flush all anew at the norse term of endearment, rolling off his tongue with smooth, foreign sounding vocals and crisp, rolling consonants. 

He gently swats your hand away, and you can feel the air grow thicker as he slides further in between your legs, his burly form pushing you to fold almost in half, your knees almost to your chest, exposing you to his rapidly darkening gaze while pinning you under his mercy. You’d die to stay here. The atmosphere in the room crackles, and you swear you smell fresh summer rain as he aligns himself. You can see his tenderness and control slipping from him, his muscles rippling, his brows furrowing as he pushes inside you. 

You want it so badly, everything he will give you. His wrath, his force, his passion - everything. 

And then, in an otherworldly image that always steals your breath, sparks of white and blue sizzle to life on his skin, licking up his arms, over his chest, running along his knuckles and swooping over his golden head. 

He slams inside you, invading your quivering walls with as much force as you can take - and then some. He sets a brutal pace from the get go, and it’s all you can do to hold on. Your eyes threaten to roll into the back of your head as he brutalizes your body, but you want to watch him. Want to watch his mouth open on a pleasured groan, his nostrils flare as the heady smell of sex fills the air, watch his brows furrow as he stares at where you’re joined. 

Your next orgasm explodes out of you in no time, and you would be embarrassed if Thor didn’t encourage it with muttered praises in old norse. 

“That’s it, sæti.”

“Yes, let me hear you, elskan mín.”

“Take it, ástin.”

He flips you over, making you straddle his hips in an obscene spread, and pounds you from underneath, holding you close to his chest, his fist in your hair, his groans in your ear. 

It’s overwhelming, obliterating.

His warm hands seem to send zaps of electricity wherever he touches you, and for all you know, he might literally be. 

You whine as his pace slows, turning into a filthy grind as he reaches deeper, pulling you down by the hips to meet his as he spears you on his rock hard cock. He licks his thumb, gives you a wicked grin when you whimper, knowing exactly what he is doing, and then his thumb is circling your clit harshly, pulling another, earth shattering orgasm out of you. He groans as you shake on top of him, tears of pleasure springing in your eyes. His teeth latch onto your throat and your eyes roll back into your head now. 

Moments, minutes, hours. 

Pleasure, pressure, overstimulation, pain. 

You float through it all as Thor picks you apart, the crack of a new thunderstorm sounding outside your home as he continues as virile as before, growing more and more feral. Your wetness gushes out of you at one point, coating his stomach and thighs, and he groans triumphantly, hands squeezing your hips appreciatively as you convulse on him.

It's all part of being the god of thunders lover. He isn't satisfied until your a fucked-out puddle beneath him, and his libido is quite literally of a different world. You pride yourself on being able to keep up with him, let him unleash it all and taking everything he gives (if only barely), and he often praises you for it, swearing you are the only one of his human lovers to ever take all his might.

In the early morning sun he mounts you from above, as you lay in a heap of shivering limbs on your stomach, and you half-moan, half-whine as his cock again spears into your weeping, puffy and overstimulated pussy. The marks from his mouth and teeth litter your body, your nipples as spit slick and swollen, the skin on the inside of your thighs rubbed raw from his beard, bruises the shape and size of his fingertips along your shoulders, arms, hips, thighs and legs. You're covered in his saliva, his sweat, your own sweat and your slick. His balls, abnormally massive like the rest of him, slap wet and full on your clit as he goes, sending jolts of sensation deep into your body and out to your limbs.

You lay pliant for him as he nears his peak, the position of him plowing you into the mattress so devastatingly and deliciously primal, his pace feral, his sounds animalistic, and craning your neck, you see his entire eyes alight with the cold, blue color of lightning. It’s all possibly barbaric.

This is it. This is the god of thunder, revealing himself for you in these tiny moments, no doubt controlled for so long in order to not risk serious injury to you. You relish in it, the sheer magnitude of the moment, feeling like you’re in the presence of a miracle as he fucks you raw, teethering on the edge of the most glorious peril. 

You keen as he rams your already pounded flesh, a pulsing orgasm wrecking you as your whole body struggles between the overwhelming need to get away and simultaneously, to get more. 

When he comes, it’s like the whole earth shifts, the room shaking on its foundation. He downright growls. It’s absurd, but you imagine you’re actually floating up from the mattress, weightless even as he pins you down by one hand on your neck and the other on your hip. The air leaves your lungs, instead filled by that same, addictive feel of electricity, sizzling along every nerve ending in your body as his cock pulses again and again inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot spend. He pushes impossibly deeper with another severe grunt, and you hear the squelching sound as his cum leaks out around his girth, cheeks blazing at the thought of him marking you so severely inside and out, claiming you, ruining you for any human man. 

The god of thunder turns tender after his love-making, gathering you gently into his warm embrace, his fingertips grazing tenderly where they earlier gripped hard enough to hurt. He kisses your fluttering shut eyelids softly, licking the stray tears on your cheek in a bizarre, intimate manner, his hand big enough to engulf the entire side of your face. 

You sleep, blissfully sore and tingling in his arms. 

It varies how long he stays on his visits, but it’s always woefully too short in your mind. He always sleeps with you, lulling you with his deep snore and steadily rising and sinking chest to your back. 

In the beginning, he didn’t say much between awakening and leaving, and you were always left wondering if you’d ever see him again. Now, he talks. After waking up in his arms well into the afternoon, he tells you tales of his home, of his ludacris adventures. Whenever you guess a detail right, scrambling to remember the myths your mother told you as a child, he looks at you with a sort of puzzled pride that has you breathing funny. And he enquires about your life, listening intently, asking questions about mundane, human things like toasters, public transit and platform boots. You realize he has a certain fondness for earth and humanity not exactly shared by the rest of his people, and it melts your heart to hear him talk with such a protective tone. 

You laze around in bed, caressing and studying each other's bodies, Thor making it his mission to find every point on your body that either makes you squirm, giggle og sigh. 

And you always braid his hair before he leaves. It started out rather coincidentally. You’d been absentmindedly playing with some of his golden locks at one of his visits, listening to him tell the tale of a stolen hammer and a wedding dress. He’d abruptly stopped speaking, and looking up you’d caught his neutral, but intense stare at your hands, where you’d made a small braid in his hair. 

“Oh, um, sorry, I guess I…” you’d trailed off, feeling a bit embarrassed. This was a god in your bed, after all, who were you to take liberties?

“Would you do it to the rest?” he asked when you trailed off, and you recognised the amused interest in his shining eyes. 

Whenever he reappeared at your doorstep for another night of sheer, explosive bliss, his hair was usually loose. At first, you thought maybe he used it as a type of timeframe, coming back to visit you when the last braid was finally untangled. You stopped securing them after that, hoping he would come back more frequently as the braids lasted for a shorter time. But then he sometimes reappeared even before the braids were completely undone, prompting a surge of possessive pride in your chest. 

You sit up in bed now, braiding away, relishing the feel of his velvety, thick and shining blond hair in your hands - the color like spun gold, soft as you imagine a cloud would feel like in the palm of your hand. His head is in your lap, your leg draped over his shoulder. He idly strokes up and down the ridge of your foot, squeezing a toe now and then to see you jolt and smile despite yourself, responding with a dashing flash of his white, straight teeth, blinding you with his beauty. 

“I was wondering, sweet one,” he starts, and you relinquish the braiding to give him your full attention, detecting to your astonishment some hesitation in his voice. “Would you bestow me a lock of your own hair, and braid it in with mine? And secure it fast, for I’d be loath to lose it,” he continues after a beat, meeting your eyes steadily even as he speaks slowly and a bit haltingly. 

It is your turn to halt now, stuttering, flashing hot, feeling your face heat rapidly, your heart in your throat suddenly. He probably sees right through you, but you doubt he would ever understand how much the request means to you. You nod, letting your face split open on your sudden happiness.

Your hair, in his, for everyone to see, for the whole of Asgard to see. God, you would give anything for this man. 

“I’d love that,” you manage to whisper, needing to give him a just answer. 

He smiles again, reaching up and pulling your head down to kiss you tenderly on the lips, sementing the moment, sementing the emotions in your heart. 

You get a pair of scissors, let Thor choose the lock he wants (he chooses one from the nape of your neck, one he says he’d noticed before because of its particular curl) and then braid it into a small braid at his front, where he can easily pull it out to see it. He easily picks you up and arranges you across his lap as he sits with his back to the headboard, watching you as you braid. You feel his eyes flit across your face, but you steel your focus. This is quite suddenly, intensely important, the most important task of your life. 

His cock, however, growing hard against your belly as you work away, is entirely too difficult to ignore. Both naked, flush together, you wiggle subtly as your body stirrs to attention, and his face becomes shrewd as he watches you, not moving an inch, his hands resting firmly on your hips as you distractedly squirm against him. 

You stubbornly finish the braid even as your heartbeat picks up. Securing it tightly with a rubber band (he’ll love shoving that off to his friends) you rest your own hands above his on your hips with a triumphant smile, and he chuckles amused at you. 

He fondles the braid with a soft smile on his features, bringing it to his lips to kiss it softly. 

“I believe I owe you a debt of gratitude for this,” he says with an undercurrent in his voice. There’s that zap of energy again, and suddenly, there’s the smell of fresh rain in the air.

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Note: When I tell you I was OBSESSED with this man ten years ago?? And his brother the frost bite?? Insane

EDIT: here is the sequel

[goolfriend-moving]

Good morning everyone !! my new crush is Patches from demons/dark souls even tho i dont kno jack shit abt the series :')))) !!!

[violencebian]

HELLO MUTUAL not being able to be online much on weekends is so cjxnjdxnsn IVE MISSED CHATTING W YOU

anyway for an update (nf sorry for mild rant but) I finished season 2 + the Dead Apple movie thing for BSD heheh. Gonna do season 3 later. I have. So many thoughts but idk where to start but what I WILL say is i may have gotten attached to Ranpo + Poe’s dynamic. They own me. Also Poe is weirdly fun to draw he looks like he hasn’t slept in years and has never touched a brush. He has a pet raccoon. Losing it

HEYAYYAYAYYAYAYYAYAYAYYAY HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII AJAX

WOOOP WOOP dead apple was good. bc fyodor was in it <333333 ALSO u'll love s3 it starts to get good there

HSUIDHIUHDIUD KARL <333 THE RACCOON n yeah poe is fun to draw hes literally all over our spanish notes hwhehuydguygduydg YES !!! RANPOE AGENDA BTW..... i am OBSESSED W THEM I WANT TO SQUISH THEM I WANT TO PUT THEM IN MY MOUTH I WANT TO PUT THEM IN A JAR FOR SAFE KEEPING..............................

[sourpunchsims]

A lookback at 2018

I’ve been on Tumblr for almost a year now. Wow. It does and doesn’t feel that long at the same time. Very weird concept. I used the mega editor to take a quick look at the overview of my blog and wrote down any memorable moments that stood out to me :)

This was more for myself than anyone else, but maybe you all will find it interesting too.

Feb: I started my blog in February of this year. I had never used Tumblr before then. I had no idea what I was doing and mostly just posted a lot of weird edits.

March: I think this is when I found other simblrs telling stories with their sims and I really wanted to try that out too. I posted Vanille’s intro and tried and failed with the Ice Cream Simdae and BPR that month.. quit them both and deleted the posts... wish I hadn’t now lol..... I also started sim requests and got 6 that month (by the way sim requests are pretty much always open). The tail end of March is when I hit 100 followers, which is still CRAZY to me to even think.

April: More sim requests. A couple that were on Tumblr that on it that persons game <333333. Sienna for @jelizabethmarieb and Orpheus for @seraphinabelle! Also “doot doot” anon was a thing. I requested my first sim from @seraphinabelle, who will still be around a little once I get back to my Musique Des Sims. It was my birthday, I posted my face for the first time, and I hit 200 followers (CRAZINESS)

May: May is when I really kicked it into gear when I started my 100 baby challenge. I don’t think I��ve missed a day by accident since I started posting it. I think. It has been a real blast playing with this colorful family. We’re on gen 3 and honestly, I haven’t gotten sick of it. Some of my favorite sims have come out of this challenge.

Made a request for Porter from @berrybloomsims, who also will show up in Musique Des Sims for a brief period. Introduced you guys to Quartz, the founder for Musique Des Sims and started it. Didn’t get very far though before I put it on hiatus.

June: A few sim requests here and there. Continued on with the 100 baby, started gen 2 in fact, my cat had kittens irl (we ended up keeping 2 of them), @berryconfetti started my challenge, and I started my Seasons of Gnomes challenge. And to kick it all off, I hit 400 followers! I think I must have been busy around the 300 mark and by the time I had time to make anything, I was close to 4 anyway so I waited.

July: 100 baby challenge still going strong, Seasons of Gnomes was continued. I put up a post asking for spouses for the 100 baby challenge (still waiting on those btw @grassamere @samssims xD for real tho, no rush you still have a lot of time <3). @27ccfinds made me made me a cute edit of what used to be my side blog for Big Sister/Runaway Teen! Still can’t believe that, how sweet! <3 I made Cleo and entered her in @ashleysimmer11 ‘s Next Top Model! Hard to believe she’s in the top two! :D and then Ashley binge read my 100 baby challenge xD

August: 100 baby and Seasons of Gnomes still going strong, which is surprising for me, my kitties were growing up, posted my ballerina edit which I still love, had my second binge reader @princesspeach9090, and had my first wedding anniversary <3

September: Still posting 100 baby and Seasons of Gnomes! Go me! I made this sim just for fun and ended up re-purposing an old side blog for a game play based Not So Berry. @jelizabethmarieb made her spouse! Ashley made me pick a favorite Macaroon child. Aaaaand I made a Fall look book for 600 followers, using my gen 2 NSB heir for the model.

October: I participated in Simblreen for the first time. Oh boy, it was fun, but stressful. So. Many. Asks. I made 3 different treats and did it all weekend. (1 2 3). We were just about done with gen 2 for the 100 baby challenge, and gen 2 was in full swing for Seasons of Gnomes uuuntil it went on hiatus that month. I released some of my simmies into the world for my 700 follower milestone.

November: Gen 3 of 100 baby started, Cleo made it into the top 3 of Next Top Model, and I started my Rags To Riches, which you all seem to be liking a lot.

December: Buckle up, I did quite a bit this month xD

- Started my Youtube channel back up and got 20 subs on it! Woop! <3

- Participated in the “log off protest”

- Started a new project with @little-sims

- Started preparing more for gen 2 of my NSB

- Made a cute Poppy and Neptune edit

- Made some of the cutest random sims ever, which will be used for something later on in 2019

- CLEO MADE IT TO TOP TWOOO!

- Took one of the cutest screenshots I’ve ever taken.

- Made a new side blog for my story based saves! Which you all helped name :)

- Got the ABSOLUTE CUTEST anon message ever

- Submitted a name for @purpleleopard96 ‘s bachelorette challenge

I have had the BEST time on here this year. Sure, it’s got some drama, but what community doesn’t, especially online, but I’ve made some people I call friends on here.

I’ve started and ended a lot of projects. I’ve managed to keep my 100 baby challenge going without getting bored of it once which is a feat in itself. I hope to continue this for a long time to come. New BPR, possibly 2 actually, one story based, one game play based, Seasons of Gnomes, and Musique Des Sims to come over on the new blog starting sometime in Jan! I finally got most of the character page done for my BPR so I can start shooting it soon.

But at the same time, my posting will probably have to slow down again because I’m going to be trying to get a job soon not looking forward to that AT ALL

But yeah, thanks for sticking around with me and reading my stuff. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do making it. And if you made it this far, you are an ANGEL and I love you!

[benis-boi1]

Woops I accidentally sent that a little to soon. Anyways I felt bad cause i assumed he was going to be marriage a women but he was marring a guy. And then there was this couple wearing matching clothes one in white and the other black and they had crowns on. I could dress up as your prince in white

《Bratty bunny anon》

No its alright, a lot of people make small mistakes like that😭

Also, yes! You can really be my cute prince rn <333333 my pretty prince <333333

How was the food there?

[strawbnie]

(sun leo, &tc. anon:) woops i kinda already fell in love with u anyway and i have never been read more accurately my sensitivity levels are @ the level of that picture of a kitten crying in bed with a stuffed toy and oh my gfosdh you're so sweet my heart damn near cracked for joy i love you sm have a wonderful day/night

jkflajsdfklsdjfklasjdfkladjsfkljdsalkfjasdklf STOP BEING IN LOVE WITH ME I DON”T DESERVE IT I LOVE U  my heart is A Frail Lightbulb so i feel u

[georgieporgiepuddininpie]

post ten facts about yourself and pass it on to ten faves 💕💕💕

Thank you anon!!Hmmmmm 10 things =/

1. I’m 5 11″ (Ithought I was 5 10″ until like 3 days ago woops)

2. I was born inYellowknife NWT Canada (Land of the midnight sun)

3. I am currently athird year nursing student! I can save someone’s life and almost keep themalive!!

4. I really reallylove history and actually debated on going into a history major even thoughI’ve wanted to be a nurse since I was 3

5. I know enoughJapanese to communicate with my 7 year old Japanese cousin and speak brokenJapanese with my aunt and older cousins

6. I’m 20 years old(1997) Almost legal worldwide!

7. I am horribly(wonderfully?) multifandom in both kpop and manga/anime. I’ve read most popularmanga and a lot of lesser known ones even if I’m not up to date and you’d behard pressed to find a kpop group that I don’t know at least 1 song from

8. UhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhI have blue eyes? Kinda grey?

9. I LOVE mysterynovels with all my heart. Agatha Christie is my queen

10. I still sleepwith a stuffed animal at night (or at least a pillow I can hug)

Thank you againanon! I hope everyone has a wonderful day I love you all! I have clinicaltomorrow so I won’t be online very often until Saturday but if anyone want’s tochat I’ll reply when I can!

[prismhasmoved]

HI IDA I just saw the anon thing woops sorry if this is late!!!! Ily and ur my best friend and the kindest and sweetest person I know

!!!!!!! ILY thank you so much

[extraplusordinary]

tagged by @in-exo-stable 

Rules: Answer thirty questions and tag the people you’d like to know better.

- Nicknames: Hopey, Hopes

- Gender: Female

- Star Sign: Capricorn

- MBTI Type: ENFP

- Height: 5′5.5″ the last time I checked

- Time: 8:31PM but by the time I finish it’ll def be later lol

- Birthday: December 29

- Favorite Bands: BTS, EXO, SISTAR (rip im sad), Two Door Cinema Club if I list any more this is just gonna go on forever so I’ll stop here

- Favorite Solo Artists: Tori Kelly <333333, Zion T, Sam Kim, Hyorin, Frank Ocean, the list goes on…

- Song Stuck In My Head: Surprisingly… none????

- Last Movie I Watched: The Emoji Movie lmao. it wasnt as bad as i expected

- Last Show I Watched: GAME OF THRONES

- When Did I Create My Blog: uhhhhhh this one????? like. 2012. 2011. idk. but my veeery first tumblr, i made in 7th grade lolol

- Last Thing I Googled: “lip bite” lmao bc i was drawing a lip bite and i just wanted to make sure it looked human enough

- Do You Have Other Blogs: catch me reblogging exo lolol @suhopey 

- Do You Get Asks: not often lol i had more when i wrote fic wow tbt

- Why Did You Choose Your URL: it was a fateful day in february… the rest is history

- Following: 419 but i’m always looking for more blogs to follow so send me some quality blog recs!!!!

- Followers: 1,032 give or take bc i lose 1-2 and gain 1-2 from day to day lol

- Favorite Color: ***update bc lmao I actually skipped this question on accident woops** I like black and light pink and light blue!!!

- Average Hours of Sleep: about 7

- Lucky Number: well it’s not lucky but my fav number is 4

- Instruments: piano, my voice lol i low key kind of sing, ukulele, guitar rip barely

- What Am I Wearing: white ribbed shirt and light wash denim shorts

- How Many Blankets Do I Sleep In: one, but i switch the type depending on the season

- Dream Job: idk like, i kind of want to do everything, my dream job would be ‘jack of all trades and not have to be a master of any’ lol

- Dream Trip: go to all the continents, see the stars, see the northern lights, lol i just love beautiful things, tbh go to the moon if possible

- Favorite Food: ice cream yes its a food

- Nationality: Filipino American

im super lazy so I just tag all of u this is p fun id do it even if i wasnt tagged does this sound as awk as it feels to write lmao