#You thought it was a lesson but it's about Micah Bell again

[brothermoth]

Some of y'all are grown ass fucking adults who didn't pay attention in English class and make it OUR problem now. No, somebody is not a bad person for liking a villain character. Human morality is not black and white like that, and all you are doing is stripping writers of our chance to make you think for once in your goddamn life. Antagonists play a role more than antagonizing. They're meant to tell you something about yourself, about the world, about relationships.

Just because I think a character is interesting will never ever mean I condone or agree with the things they do. It's fiction, in real life I would despise them, but because they're not real I can toy with them in Google docs like a little puppet. This is not the 1600s anymore where you're terrified to make one wrong move lest you be sent straight to hell do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars.

If you're going to be an avid consumer of media, at least learn how to analyze it. Don't be reactionary xitter users, please?

--this is about red dead redemption I'm sorry--

BUT Micah is a bad person. We all agree. We shan't defend the things he does or believes because despite being unfortunately average opinions of the time, his actions do little but hurt the people around him.

YET he's just some guy, at the end of the day. He's a reflection of Arthur, of who he could potentially have been if his father hadn't been hanged and had kept him around. Arthur has the same potential to be Micah as Micah has to be Arthur. Hell, his brother left and started a family, he could've done so as well. The game is about choice. It's about actively choosing to do the right thing, even if the right thing is a bit questionable sometimes. You cannot in good faith aim your staunch moral opinions toward this game. You miss so much nuance and important conversation that the writers wanted you to have. Arthur isn't some golden retriever good boy, he's done terrible things and acknowledges that. He beat a man with a terminal illness to death over like thirty bucks, and he thought nothing of it until he got sick himself. Arthur had his chances to leave too, but he dug his heels in the same as Micah did, he refused to take that opportunity and resigned himself to being a violent arm of the gang.

Kill the puritan worms in your brains guys. Please. Use the thinking meat, that's what it's there for.

[inkrabbit]

A Promise to Keep - Micah x GN!Reader

I liked the beginning, then hated the end. But it’s done and you all get to deal with it.

Summary: Micah keeps his promise of taking you to dinner and a show, and you find the man to be on his best behavior while on the little date.

Word count: 1,823

 True to his word, you find yourself on the back of Baylock in the late evening, Micah all dolled up (as best he could be and felt like) and asking if you were ready to go. You had laughed when he took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, and you knew it was all out of sarcasm. Still, it did make your heart pick up a bit, and you made sure to mess with the outlaw on your way into Valentine, resting your head on his back and wrapping your arms around his waist. Oh, you felt him stiffen and inhale sharply, and you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face.

“Makin’ yourself comfy?” he asks, head turning to look over his shoulder. You let out a hum as a reply, and you can hear that soft chuckle escape his lips. He’s talking, something to fill the silence on your way down the old road, joking that if this show is horrible, then you’ll be owing him money. It’s enough to bring a laugh from you, sitting upright so you can playfully hit his shoulder.

“Can’t you just have fun for once?” you ask, and that offended scoff cements the smile on your face.

“Doll, I’ll have you know that I’m very fun,” he purrs over his shoulder, “You just don’t wanna find out. No, instead you wanna go to a show.”

“Which will be fun,” you correct him. You can’t see it, but you know he’s rolling his eyes as you two finally make it into town. He brings Baylock to the stables and you link your arm with his when he hands the reins over to the stable boy. You have to shush him when he growls at the poor young man, instructing his horse gets the utmost care. You knew how much he loved that animal. It was probably the only time you ever saw him care about something so much, aside from his beloved guns.

 The theater is right beside the stables, little tents and wagons put up all around with the gallows just across the road. Micah mutters something about wishing there was a hanging that you two could watch instead, something more enjoyable. Another playful smack to his arm, and you have to remind him of the events that transpired in Strawberry. He huffs, pouting as you comment how fun that would’ve been as well.

“Now, you know you don’t mean that,” he says, pulling his arm in to drag you closer to him. You let out a thoughtful hum, but he can see the smile on your face. Walking over to the ticket booth, the man inside greets you both with a warm smile. He tells you what the show is about when you ask, the tale of why bears hibernate and it’s enough to pull a scoff from Micah. He seems almost reluctant to give the man a dollar for the tickets, having looked at you with those eyes that clearly asked “are you really sure you wanna see this?” When you held your smile, he finally handed over the money, grumbling about how it better be worth it as he led you inside.

 There wasn’t much, but you didn’t expect anything fancy. Some wooden chairs lined up, three in a row with a big screen in the front. The man operating the film was right by the entrance, seated in his own chair with his legs crossed, as he stared down at the table. Micah leads you over to the chairs in the back, right in front of the film operator. You finally remove your arm from his as you sit down, hands folded in your lap as you lean back against the chair. Micah’s leaning forward instead, arms resting on his thighs with his legs are spread and his knee brushes against yours. You don’t move away this time. Instead, you allow the contact.

 The show starts, getting right into it. The main character, Bear, is visited by Old Man Wind, who warns the grizzly of an upcoming winter. You can tell your companion isn’t into it and isn’t even paying attention. He’ll look at the screen, sure, but he’s also glancing around at the others in the small tent. You didn’t expect much from him in all honesty. You were surprised he even made it this far without throwing a fit and wanting to leave.

 Halfway through the movie, and Micah’s still being good. He’s finally leaned back, back pressed against the top of the seat. He’s not subtle about his actions, bringing his arm up to wrap it around your shoulder. There’s a look in his blue eyes when you turn your attention to him. His eyebrows are slightly raised, gaze trained on you and you can feel how he’s slowly easing his grip from your shoulder. Well, he had been a good sport for this long. Shuffling over as far as you can on the chair, you allow yourself to rest your head against his shoulder. You can tell you’ve caught him off guard, but he’s quick to recover and relax against you. His thumb is rubbing your arm softly, back and forth against your shirt. This was quite the change from how you viewed everything going in your head.

 You can hear the man chuckling at the end, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. He’s making some sort of comment about how the characters should’ve listened, and this is the first time you find yourself agreeing with the man. When the show ends, the two of you stand up, and you slip your hand into his as you two exit the tent. His grip is firm but gentle, just enough to keep your hand from falling out of his grasp. You walk close to him, still smiling as the two of you make your way over to the saloon for some dinner.

“I’m surprised you behaved so well back there,” you comment, catching his attention. Brows raised again, he stares at you.

“What? Don’t think I know how to be good?” he chuckles, but he lowers his head just a bit, just enough to cover his eyes. “’Sides, it wasn’t that bad I guess…”

“I liked it,” An amused huff escapes him as he pushes open the doors to the saloon. You tell him what you’d like to eat and drink, and you choose a table as he makes his way up to the counter. You watch him talk, and you catch the way he sneers at the man, no doubt throwing in some sort of insult wrapped in charming words to the poor man. Well, it wasn’t much a surprise, and you couldn’t expect him to stay good all night.

 He comes over with everything when he’s given his items, setting your plate in front of you and handing you your drink. It’s nice, and you thank him softly as he sits across from you. Dinner starts out quiet, both of you enjoying your meal, but he finally speaks up about halfway through.

“Why the sudden interest in me?” he asks, and you wait for him to clarify his question. He lets out a low groan when you don’t respond. “Ya don’t take interest in me before, but after last night, you’re suddenly curious about ol’ Micah Bell. Now, why is that?”

“Guess you finally caught my attention,” you respond, taking a bite of your food. You watch him and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head, trying to piece everything together. And when it takes him too long, you continue. “I see you around camp, Micah. Hell, everyone does. Talkin’ nonsense, startin’ fights for no reason. Then you start talking to me, actually talking, and you ain’t that bad.”

“I’m not a monster,” he grumbles out, and you just nod, reaching over to gently rest your hand on his.

“And I’m realizing that after you’ve simmered down,” you tell him. A smile forms on your face when you see him nod, and you stroke your thumb over his knuckles. “Maybe you could work on it?”

“Now, I think you might be askin’ for too much,” He’s chuckling softly, but you know it’s the truth, and you didn’t expect the man to change overnight. But, you’d settle for his calmer attitude now, giving him a nod and telling him you understood.

Micah’s out of the saloon first when you two finish eating, focus trained on you as you thank the bartender for everything. He doesn’t hear the trampling hooves coming his way, and he seems almost shocked when you’re rushing forward, grabbing onto his coat and dragging him forward. A young man rushes by on a horse, an obnoxious leaving his lips.

“You need to be more careful,” you chuckle as you look up at Micah. You were sure he’d be ranting and raving by now, promising to teach the kid a lesson. You’re surprised when he reaches out, however, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest, lips crashing onto yours. The shock lasts only for a bit before you melt into his embrace, moving in sync with him. One hand rests on his bicep while the other goes to his cheek, your fingers threading through his beard. You finally break away after a while, abruptly when you feel him try to reach lower. The hand that was on his cheek is pulled back, just for a moment, before it’s making contact again in a sharp slap. He’s stunned, but there’s a smile on his face and he’s laughing.

“What was that for?” you ask, face red as you cross your arms.

“I thought ya might like it,” he responds. You’re almost at a loss for words. Truth be told, you had liked it. He had taken you by surprise, and he had even been gentle with you.

“I might’ve if you asked!” you shoot back. You turn your heels, and decide it’s time to end the night. You didn’t get to hear much about Micah. Didn’t get to know him any better, and that kiss only fueled your desire for more. “You comin’?”

“And just where are we goin’, doll?” he asks, jogging to catch up with you. “To get a room,” you tell him. Eyebrows raised, he sends you a smug grin. “Figure we can get to know each other more without the rest of the gang listenin’.”

“Oh, I have a feelin’ we’ll be getting to know each other real well,” he purrs. He snakes his arms around your waist and pull you close, and you have to pry yourself away with another smack.

“You don’t get anything if you don’t behave!” you scold him, and he gives you a playful pout. This would be a long night, but maybe, just maybe you’d reward the man if he didn’t act out again.

[fandomficsnstuff]

Can’t help it

Arthur Morgan x Reader

“Arthur, are you sure about this information?” You looked towards the man you loved, Arthur nodding quietly as he watched the road “damn, that nervous nelly, old cowpoke over there really rubbed off on ya sweetheart” Micah grumbled, you only threw a glare at him before looking at Arthur “why is he with us again?” you mumbled to Arthur, he sighed and glared at Micah who only smirked amused in return “I got no idea, Javier was supposed to, but he got something else to do for Dutch so this fool came along” Arthur looked back at the road, waiting for the trail of coaches to come by.

“Oh joy, at least Javier has some charm” you mumbled, noticing Arthur smirking in amusement at your comment.

“What?! I got plenty of charm sweetheart!” Micah barked at you, you simply did as Arthur and smirked, not even looking Micah’s way. “Well so far, Mr. Bell, I ain’t seen none of it” you scoffed, making sure your gun was fully loaded, that is until you felt a creepy warm breath right by your cheek from behind “oh darlin’, can’t help it, all the charm I’ve got, why don’t we leave old cowpoke here and I’ll show ya?” he whispered creepily, probably thinking that he was being charming and alluring. Boy was in for a surprise. You glanced at Arthur, who thankfully didn’t hear him, before turning to Micah. You studied him for a second before getting up, from your hiding spot, kneeing him in the face and knocking him back, you quickly stepped on him to make him stay down, all of the commotion catching Arthur’s attention as Micah wiped his nose, surprised to see blood covering his fingers and running down his face from his nose.

“The hell’s going on here?! (Y/N)?” he whispered but still managed to sound rather loud “Mr. Bell thought he needed a little lesson, so I taught him one” you smiled sweetly at Arthur “he wasn't very good at paying’ attention” you shrugged and removed your foot from him, allowing him to get up and brush off his clothes.

“The hell’s wrong with ya girlie?!” Micah almost screamed “how dare yo-”

“Sit your ass down Micah, or do you want me to help you with that again?” you glared at him and a tiny blush formed on his cheeks, crouching down into hiding just as you had done before. You threw a small smirk Arthur’s way and he looked at you with adoration, much to Micah’s annoyance.

“What happened?” he asked with a small chuckle in his voice, trying not to laugh at Micah’s humiliation

“Oh, can’t help it, can I? Not my fault his momma never told him how to speak to a lady” you shrugged, glancing back at a very annoyed, and embarrassed, Micah. Arthur laughed quietly at your comment, and at Micah’s sulking, but quieting down once the stage coaches arrived, but damn if he didn’t have a smile on his face the rest of the day. Even after you got back when Micah told Dutch that you ‘assaulted’ him and Arthur let it happen, Arthur just laughed “can’t help it, Dutch. Can’t help it” he chuckled as he walked away to his tent.

[norafike]

Despite all this, I still love you 10

*Contains spoilers for Chapter 3 mission; A short walk in a pretty town.

Depictions of violence, please read at your own risk as the material can be unsettling for viewers.

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It took a day or more's journey to travel as far as Rhodes from the business she underwent back at Valentine. Even longer due to Maggie's distraction.

The female hitched her horse near the Gunsmith, noticing the unsettling silence that haunted the town. Nobody could be seen for miles and the store's looked empty whenever she peered through the windows inside. She wondered why Arthur sent the letter, requesting for her help, given that there was not a soul around.

“Hello?” She called out for nothing, expecting something to call back to her. Silence was met and so she decided to walk deeper, seeing where the men she was meant to meet lurked. “Arthur?.. Sean?”

She saw them eventually, hiding near a building all talking amongst themselves. She smiled at Sean and took a stand near him before whistling for her horse to trot on over to where they waited. She tethered him to the correct post, standing near. “How are you feelin' gentlemen?”

Micah snorted the minute she opened her mouth, gripping his gun belt and kicking his leg up onto a crate near to trap her between him and her animal. “Jus' fine, yourself?”

She tried not to visibly cringe once he spoke up, but could not help but scrunch up her nose in disgust. She used the tip of her finger to push him away. “I was doin' so much better before you started talkin', Mr. Bell.”

“I feel like we've gotten close enough, call me Micah.” He grinned and she had to bite her tongue to not snap back at him. “Of course, I'd like to know you.. a little better.”

“A shame I'm gettin' to know Kieran a little better first.” And Sean let out a roar of a laugh at her subtle way of dismissing his offer, this displeasing Micah enough that he left her alone.

"I am only kidding of course." She made it known so none of them would go ahead and tease the poor boy when they returned to camp, after all he was not considered highly amongst the group and the last thing he needed was someone taking her words the wrong way.

Micah snorted again before walking away from the female, ignoring her subtle giggles from behind and taking the lead with Sean on their walk into town. It had been far too quiet for Nora's liking before but now, while they were exposed like how they were.. well she felt more uneasy than ever.

“None of it feels right.” She mumbled under her breathe, going unnoticed by the others. They talked before Arthur raised his voice over them, finally addressing the situation and repeating what Nora had said earlier.  Sean turned around. “Now none of it feels right?” His accent was thicker here but before anyone had time to process what they were saying and shot rang out, setting them into ‘fighter’ mode. Nobody had noticed Sean, yet.

She covered her ears as she followed the men behind cover, finally taking a moment to compose herself and assess the situation. Here, she counted visible faces and let out a choked sob when she counted one short; Sean not being present. Nora faced Arthur, fear reflecting in his eyes and through a shaky voice managed to ask him the dreaded question. “Where's Sean?” He frowned; not asking and instead taking her deeper into the alley they hid in once the bullets to close to be comfortable.

“We'll worry about Sean later.. are you okay to fight? I feel we got half the family after us.” She slowly nodded to answer. “Good.”

He ran out of the alley, both revolvers in hand and began to fire blindly down the road. She watched until he disappeared around the corner, taking a shaky breath she soon followed, her revolver in hand.

“Sean.” Her voice was small once she noticed the boy lying in the dirt, an unmistakable pool of blood around him and only growing. With the little strength she had left she managed to force herself into hiding behind a few crates, her vision growing more blurry from the tears that kept falling. She wasn't even trying to hit anything, only shooting behind her to make it seem as though she was helping but in reality she was only trying to not blackout as she always does. Her voice was called by an invisible creature, sounding similar to Lem but not quite her friend but it was familiar enough to feel safe.. she focused on it, it repeating one phrase over and over. ‘Come back to me, Nora.’ The very thing Lemuel had said that night with the flammable-moonshine explosion. It kept her distracted and it kept her awake..

“Stay low, girl.” Arthur seemingly appeared from nowhere, crouching by her side and shooting in any direction he heard bullets. He knew of what happened to Nora in situations like this, seeing it many times before and when the reality of Sean's fate kicked in the thought of preventing Nora's emerged. “I'm stayin' low. Make way to the General Store and sneak around the back through there, bastards are hidin' away where we can't see 'em.”

“And risk endin' up like Sean?”

“You can stay here, but I'm going. Prevent you lot endin' up like the kid.” With that she made haste over to the shop, ignoring Arthur's cries for her to run back. It was silent inside but that didn't mean she wasn't careful creeping through, her gun entering or leaving a room before she did at all times. She presumed that Micah and Bill dealt with a lot of the Gray's as the numbers were thinner now, but that didn't mean she didn't take out any herself.. feeling no guilt in doing so either.

“Bastards.” She cursed under her breath as she searched for the remaining bunch.. slowly finding one cowering behind a few barrels. He begged for his life, raising his hands in the air. She staggered for a moment, moving to holster her weapon and the man began to thank her for her “generousity” yet Sean had so much stripped away from him and she remembered it quickly. She put the gun away, opting for a more *satisfying kill and using her knife, she placed the steel against the man's neck and cut as deep as allowed. His blood ran down her hands, onto her lap and he fell lifeless.

She didn't notice the blood, didn't care for it.

…

“Where's Williamson?” She asked; met with silence from the two men who provided no answer.

“Well..?”

“We don't know, lady. Why, you gonna kill him too?” Micah spat and without thinking she lunged towards, gripping the lapels of his jacket and pushing him back. He made contact with the side of the wall, gasping with the wind knocked out of him and not expecting such a small woman to have this much strength, she was almost as feisty as Mrs. Adler and he admired her for it. “No, but I'll kill you asshole.” She shouted and finally Arthur stepped in, wrapping his arm around Nora and pulling her off of the antagonistic individual.

“You're fucking crazy, woman.” Micah hadn't learned his lesson.

“Enough!” Arthur yelled; scowling at the pair of them. “Let's find Bill and get out of here.”

“Whatever.” Nora grunted, walking past the men and back down towards the gunsmith. Arthur watched after her, maintaining a distance as he soon followed behind. She wasn't in any place to be alone right now and he knew it.

“Stop right there!” Sherrif Gray in his bitter tone called out, revolver pointed straight for Nora. She froze in her tracks and raised her hands, looking at the group with a fake smile. In some man's arms she noticed Bill and subtly pointed at him so Arthur could see.

The two finally joined her, Micah on her right and Arthur on her left so she stood perfectly in front of Leigh Gray. How she could spit at his name, a disgusting roach of a man she never had any liking for.. the killing of her only friend which he allowed being the final straw and so god help her she was going to make sure he got what he owed. “You gonna let our friend go, Leigh?”

“I plan on takin' you all in.. or killin' ya if need be.” He replied; his threat meeting deaf ears. She didn't care, couldn't find it within her. “That a threat..? Or a promise?” And Micah looked over astonished as she continued teasing him.

“I ain't playin' games girl-.” Leigh began, but Nora raised her hands to dismiss him. “Never said this was no game, jus' let my friend go.”

“Ain't gonna happen.”

“Very Well.” She was quick, just as skilled as Arthur and unexpecting. A few shots were fired and the Gray's fell, some falling off of the porch of the gunsmith and onto the roads.

Bill clambered forward, completely astonished but holding thanks he needed to pass on. He placed a sweaty palm on her shoulder, reluctantly muttering a quiet ‘thanks’ and walking away.

“Sean.” She cried before running over to the body. The thrill died down and reality kicked her in the face with a steel toe cap boot. Her friend really had been killed, his face disfigured and unrecognisable and her chest tightened when she saw him lying there, on the ground. Her brave face shriveled and she let out sobs, earning an eye roll from Micah but a gentle pat regardless. “Bill, take the boy an' get him buried. I'm gonna ride with Nora back to camp, I don't think she should be alone.”

She chuckled at Arthur's instruction, despite there being no humour behind it. “I'm twenty-four. I can look after myself.”

“Trust me, I know that. I've seen it.” He replied with a light smile. “Jus' need an excuse for me not to be seen alone cryin'.” She laughed as he tried to lighten the situation, there was no time for mourning.

“Come on, let's get you out of here.”

She managed to wipe away a small tear, following him over to Casper and climbing into the saddle without fail despite an ache in her muscles slowly kicking in. Everything coming down and having an effect. “Thank you.” She managed to whisper, following Arthur out of the town.

“It ain't nothin'.”

[nikatyler]

I’m currently trying to play my bpr again. Keyword trying because that save hates me. I might just move the family to a new town, we’ll see. I’m actually installing a few custom towns as I’m writing this. I might pick one of those even though they’re not berrified. But oh well, I don’t need to have a bright and colourful town for them. I mean, I don’t even use the berrified names of towns, their names don’t sound very berry-like either (they’re just colourful), and you will probably never see my berry sim say “oh my berry”. Though I should probably consider doing that because I swear too much and censoring it by saying berry and fudge and stuff could help :D

I’m going back to school on Monday. I don’t want to. It’s going to be hell from now on until the end of May, I can tell. I’m already exhausted just thinking about it.

alfalfalegacy replied to your post “˜º Sammy Rose”

The Sammy/Cassandra one

My heart ❤️❤️

I knooow!

Also, their story will start super soon. FINALLY. I’m so excited.

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A mood honestly

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Please! Sammy. LUL

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Sammy’s a mood

myopiccc replied to your photoset “Let’s check up on Sammy, shall we? She’s still upset.”

LUL!!!

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Let’s check up on Sammy, shall we? She’s still upset.”

Sammy is a big mood

So the moral of the story today is that Sammy is a mood and I 100% agree with you

Also she’s relatable because this is actually my mood 24/7. Getting upset over little things? Check. Hating everyone? Also check.

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Dylan no

Imagine if this became on of the things I do religiously in my saves

Welcome to simmeronnie, we’re abducting guys named Calebs and leaving our loved ones at the altar, enjoy your stay.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Felix: “They both look so good.” Lydia: “That’s gay, Felix.” Felix:...”

Lmao looking at my notifications all of my sims who aren't gay are bi or panXD

To be honest, my blog is only getting gayer with time and I’m totally down for it

desira-sims replied to your post “I’ve already finished two requests! I’ll probably upload them...”

Have fun on your trip!

Thank you! It was an interesting one. We visited a library in the capital city of my region. It was great! I mean, I’m a nerd for libraries, I’m actually studying librarianship now (and maybe I’ll continue studying it at uni, I don’t know yet) and this made me go “wow I could imagine working here” so...you can tell it was a good trip. Modern libraries are great. And I’ll stop rambling here.

myopiccc replied to your photoset “Aurora: Great…what were my wedding vows again?”

They are STUNNING! T-T

I know, I couldn’t believe my eyes *-* Didn’t expect them to turn out so gorgeous!

desira-sims replied to your photo “Sim Request: Tallulah Winton for @cafeheart The first request is done!...”

She’s cute! That dress came with the free patch the celebrated the Lunar New Year.

Thank you! Oh, it makes sense that it’s been added with a recent pack. I haven’t actually played sims 4 too much lately, so I completely missed it.

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Oh. I love him. ��

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Oh my precious little blueberry! <3 I love her!

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OMG she's so cute��

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Oh thank you so much!

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Haha, don't worry, he's very handsome! Thank you so much

I’m glad you guys like them! I had a lot of fun creating them.

myopiccc replied to your photoset “This game really loves to cancel things for these two. First, Dylan’s...”

You're the winner Sammy! after all!!

Oh wait yes that makes sense! It’s karma for what he had done to her earlier! :D

myopiccc replied to your photoset “Y'all I’m crying. Look who came to see his children’s wedding.”

........ my heart............T-T

I live for these coincidences but then I always end up crying

Why do I care so much about them they’re just sims and it’s not real ahh

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I love Sharon! Also, I have the exact same shirt irl :D

I’m happy to hear that, she’s one of my faves as well! And man, I’m jealous! I don’t even know why, but I’ve been wishing for a Guns N’ Roses T-shirt for a while now. I just desperately want it...even though I usually only listen to like three of their songs so I don’t feel like I can justify buying it. Like...I’m a fan but not that big of a fan. But I want it ;-;

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That expression tho

We love absent minded sims here

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I DO love the Roses. LUL

That means a lot to me ♥

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I wonder how many people thought that ?? Was a mysterious stranger

I was the one ������

It could have been her future girlfriend but I didn’t even think about that :D Also I’m now imagining if she turned around and saw one of the ghosts, that would have been pretty funny. And sad at the same time.

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When in doubt, ram the car in front of you!

I’ll keep this in mind when I finally start attending driving lessons

Spoiler: I’m not planning on attending driving lessons anytime soon because driving fucking scares me

igglemouse replied to your photoset “Uhh…those sounds, that’s not police, is it?”

They are coming to appreciate your art!

Yesss that’s totally it! They want her to decorate the police station!