#another episode of

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Has kept pillows that are practically rotting on his bed. Pillows that are unrecognizable from its original shape with odd stains and a whole different shade than white. You're pretty sure most of his pillows are rotting actually...

[red-racing-cars]

[alloru]

cheers for the finished colours on this one!

getting these right actually took 3 attempts, which doesn't sound like a lot, but trust me it is. aside for the long time I've already spent on it, I actually love this piece! it contains tons of elements I really like to draw and see in other people's work ^v^

speaking of, I just realized that I've never actually posted some food art on here! honestly speaking it's also been a while since I've actually shaded something like it, so that might be another long-term art goal to fulfill!

have a nice next 24 hours everybody and spend a little time with family, whether it be chosen or blood-related c:

[ellameloetta]

heeeey max, watcha drinkin? 🩵🩵 also why you look so nervous? you got somethin’ to tell us?👀

[aheathen-conceivably]

God they better be living their best life in the 30s as they are in the modern au or else I will cry Alexis I'm very emotionally invested in these pixels - LGL

Oof, LGL, baby…

I, um, cannot make that promise. Mostly because the AU is sims-world gameplay vs. a sim-ified version of the real world that serves as the framework for a story, if that makes sense? So the goal of the legacy is never going to be this sort of best life experience, but to tell a somewhat realistic story in the confines of the medium (that being the sims and Tumblr).

In other words, think of the AU as vacation mode. Everything is all good in vacation mode, your worries and reality kind of cease to exist for a little while. That being said, ahem, I may have added some drama to vacation mode because I am who I am babes I cannot be tamed I cannot be stopped.

And have no fear, if you’re emotionally invested in vacation mode/our AU pixels, we’ve got quite a bit of time with them until we go back to the real world 😉

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[kensatou]

me and senshi: i've only had izutsumi for one day but if anything happened to her...

also.... she has nekojita (cat tongue) ;___;

[gammija]

nothing personal but this kind of comment rlly exemplifies to me a disconnect between canon and popular fanon jmart characterization because they almost literally had this conversation in canon - except, their lines are swapped!

jon, for all his scared grouchiness, is a secret romantic, while martin, for all his forced optimism, is at his core a pragmatist

[fruity-blogs]

Sometimes...

Taking a leap forward means...

Leaving a few things behind.

[1spooky2me]

Just…Just talking…..Right guys?

Part 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

TRAGEDY

DREAM OR NIGHTMARE

PART 8

[mangozic]

the wettest of cats

[blueboyluca]

“When I first heard it, from a dog trainer who knew her behavioral science, it was a stunning moment. I remember where I was standing, what block of Brooklyn’s streets. It was like holding a piece of polished obsidian in the hand, feeling its weight and irreducibility. And its fathomless blackness. Punishment is reinforcing to the punisher. Of course. It fit the science, and it also fit the hidden memories stored in a deeply buried, rusty lockbox inside me. The people who walked down the street arbitrarily compressing their dogs’ tracheas, to which the poor beasts could only submit in uncomprehending misery; the parents who slapped their crying toddlers for the crime of being tired or hungry: These were not aberrantly malevolent villains. They were not doing what they did because they thought it was right, or even because it worked very well. They were simply caught in the same feedback loop in which all behavior is made. Their spasms of delivering small torments relieved their frustration and gave the impression of momentum toward a solution. Most potently, it immediately stopped the behavior. No matter that the effect probably won’t last: the reinforcer—the silence or the cessation of the annoyance—was exquisitely timed. Now. Boy does that feel good.”

— Melissa Holbrook Pierson, The Secret History of Kindness (2015)

[ghosted-jazz]

I am not immune to this car salesman fairy and his traumaised iPad kid

[aheathen-conceivably]

WAIT IT BEGINS TODAY???? NO I DID NOT KNOW THAT! WOOOOOOOOOOO - LGL

Good lord LGL are you in my brain? Have you developed spidey senses to know when the Darlingtons are afoot? I swear there is no other way to explanation the uncanny timing for you to return on this most glorious of days. And alas, I see you have found the post….

And bless you, because right?! The wedding we have all been waiting for and y’all haven’t even seen Antoine yet and and I just 😭😭😭😭

Also you reminded me I need to go add a 1930s tag to the mobile navigation because it’s still totally wild to me that we made it this far?? My brain still hasn’t adjusted but as I post more we’ll get there in time 😉

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki is and forever will be a massive baby.

and it’s all your damn fault, so he says.

you hadn’t even said anything bad. all you'd said was that he looked even more handsome today then he usually did. and he'd looked at you like you grew an extra head, and now he's like this.

you don't even really know what did it, but then again it could've been anything with katsuki. too much eye contact, too long eye contact. your hands lingering a little too long on his face or your fingers rubbing at the crease of his eyebrows.

you don't know what it is but he won't remove his head from your neck now, grumbling about how stupid you are.

"katsukii.."

"shut up." he hisses through gritted teeth like he's angry, and he is. look at what you do to him ! it drives him crazy. you drive him crazy.

yet you giggle, rubbing softly at his hair and he shoves his head into you harder, the angle he's forcing your neck at is awkward but you don't mind, you'll let him have his little tantrum as you stroke his blonde messy tufts of hair tickling your chin.

"all i said was that-"

"i heard you. the first time. shut the fuck up." his grip on your hips tightens to the point you think he'll make indents in your skin. hands practically steaming and boiling hot to show you the embarrassment he refuses to let show on his face. your smirk grows wider, god you love messing with your boyfriend.

"i don't get why you're so angry, baby." you coo sweetly and he growls from the deepest part of his throat. he squeezes at your waist, clearly wanting you to just stop talking. but of course. you don't.

"it's cus you—you fuckin'—" he splutters and cuts himself off, not finding a proper way to convey how much you make his skin burn and prickle and itch. how you have his heart buzz and beat so loud against his ribcage he's sure you can hear it. and how much he fucking hates it. (he doesn't)

so he does the next best thing.

"ouch !"

he bites you. the asshole.

you're such an asshat !" you whine, pushing at his shoulders, and he grumbles when he pulls away. he lightly nuzzles against the mark he's left into your skin as a sort of apology, you don't deserve a kiss right now. (he'll give you one later) then he pulls away to look at you.

"s'your own fault," he huffs, cheeks less bright then they first were when you'd made the irreparable mistake of complimenting him (in his eyes, you regret nothing) but still with a nasty scowl on his face.

"ya keep sayin' dumb shit so now you deal with the consequences," he presses his nose against your pulse point as he huffs hard into your neck to annoy you and it works because you grumble, you feel him smirk proudly.

two could play that game.

"what dumb shit ? the fact that you're handso-" you cut yourself off with a giggled squeal as katsuki drops you backwards onto his bed with a snarl. you snort and giggle when he blows raspberries and softly bites into your neck, helplessly trying to push him away with your limp arms.

"you just can't help yourself, can ya.." he tuts, grabbing your arms and pushing them against his bed, barely suppressed smirk on his face as he sees your eyes prick with tears, leaning back in to blow into your neck "think you’re funny ? hah ?!"

he ignores your giggled plea's and bites at your fingers when he leans back enough for you to push at his face.

"yuck ! you're gross !" you wheeze, still giggling as you see the lopsided smile on his face. he huffs at the exertion of keeping you still, he really isn't trying hard to convince you he isn't handsome when he looked like that.

"yeah ? i'm gross, huh ? right back at you," he leans in close to you again, smirk still playing on his face "saying mushy shit like that."

"yeah well, i'll keep sayin' it !" you retort, sticking your tongue out at him. he rolls his eyes and drops onto you, causing you to grunt out an 'oof !' sound. he's stays quiet until he presses a soft kiss onto your skin, right where he'd bitten you. unbeknownst to you, his expression softens as he tries to repress a smile. he scoffs.

"you're so damn weird." he utters affectionately.