#but ily all forever and always

[bastardbvby]

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MWAAAAAAH this is so sweet :’) thank youuuuuu

[dennisboobs]

I've decided the only way to try to make my brainrot even slightly coherent is by offering up a playlist that orders things chronologically, so. here it is. Dennis' life, as narrated by Trent Reznor and Mariqueen Maandig as Victoria

Incredibly rough/quick notes I took while putting this together, mostly in terms of timeline and mental state. I didn't bother for Pretty Hate Machine or Downward Spiral because they're way more straightforward to me, either taking place pre-show or skipping ahead a bit to correspond with seasons 5-9

Pretty Hate Machine (and Broken) sets the stage, with Dennis coming to terms with his trauma, and realizing that sex and drugs are going to be his coping strategies of choice after Klinsky's abuse also Sin and The Only Time are him sucking and fucking dudes this whole album is certified faggotry. Downward Spiral is in large part the DENNIS system and torturing women. Throwing himself headlong into automation until he runs almost completely on autopilot, becomes emotionless, hates the monster he's become, always trying to seize control through sex. Jealousy of the women that he fucks, both for what he perceives as an inherent power they hold over him thank you barbara and klinsky, but also because this is where Victoria first appears in the form of what Dennis perceives as his own sexual deviance.

[rebouks]

I'm using simblr gratitude day as an excuse to take a leaf outta @akitasimblr's book n' do a sunday faves/crushes style post to appreciate some of my fave blogs i scour for updates on the reg 👀 believe me, the list is 100x longer than this but it's 23:40 the night before cos i ran outta time and y'girl is tired AND stuck in the office tomorrow sdkjskdj...

@simlit - for the one of the most unique takes on a "bc" i've come across, with interactive polls and all! great character building too.. and impeccable screenies/worldbuilding 🤤

@lynzishell - for the cutest, realest characters i feel like i could be neighbours with, i bet i could barge in and join em for dinner and they prolly wouldn't mind 🤭 but also 'cause ur so sweet and supportive and ily <3

@citylighten - for a grittier story with complex characters, amazing shots and a dash of crime-.. oh and lots of hot, hairy men (not u, Ben) and strong women that tickle my pickle.. i need to see more Pietro soon or i may cease to exist skdsk

@rainymoodlet - for the hottest man tiddies on simblr and the most ridiculously ambitious bachelor challenge EVER, idk how ur keeping it together Shan but we love u for it and i can't wait to see who wins Dan's heart and the journey's all the lil pixels you've adopted have along the way ;-;

@akitasimblr - not only for the wealth of positivity you bring to simblr in general but your various gameplay/challenges that regularly liven my dash, and your unbridled love for my pixels too.. it's very special to me and so are you! 🤧

@zosa95 - for the queen of the cookies!! 🍪 and also because you created Edith, the legend.. and because Gemma & Markus are back and i love them as much as i love youuu.. your insightful comments (among some others in this list that may or may not result in a slightly chaotic comments section more often than not 👀) give me so much joy and so many of you make my day with ur support :')

@natolesims - i love ur approach to storytelling via the nsb challenge and the way you combine the silliness of the sims with the real emotions of the characters u create with it.. i always find myself checking in on Grey to see what he's been up to 🤭

@treason-and-plot - one of my faaave ts3 blogs, i'm obsessed with your characters and your writing! i'm forever on my toes waiting to see what happens next 👀 and the fact that u and those that follow/read along still have so much fun with ur story gives me so much hope that i'll still be here long after.. whatever the hell comes after ts4 😌

like i said.. there are so many of u i could list here so pls just know that ily all and could find a million and one amazing things to say abt you all if i only had the time! <33333

[spaceratprodigy]

i JUST saw ur ask prompt so i hopee this ask is still okay butttt 📺 - tbh im getting a little weepy thinking about delilah and iris in the dark on the couch with their blankies :') who would be the scaredy cat and who would be the one thats too cool to be scared (but maybe not too cool to comfort her scared friend 🥺) ???

@oldworldwidgets — [ autumnal prompts ]

I have been nonstop thinking about my favoritest ladies in the commonwealth being besties all snuggly on the couch!! I love them sm!! Thank u for this banger prompt ily 💖💕

[endersdead]

remembering everyone hcs a character as ftm when you Know they’re mtf

[idontmindifuforgetme]

hi ily btw <3 you remind me of orchids. checking in on you!!!

i remind you of THESE… my heart is about to burst

[tojiscrack]

in honor of the new soano chapter- my thoughts

I AM GAGGED THIS IS SO GOOD

FIRST OF ALL- MALAKAI FROM LIAR LIAR UNIVERSE HOPPING INTO SOANO?? HILARIOUS. I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS POSSIBLE, BUT HES EVEN WORSE HERE LMFAOOOO

Y/N HAS BEED HAUNTING SHADIS EVEN WHILE HE WAS GONE😭😭 HE IS TREMBLING OVER THE SOUND OF HER VOICE.

i actually also love the fact that y/n is so iconic in this so here's a list

- shadis, badis, madis, and kadis

- forcing jean's lookalike to eat peas

- LITERALLY PUNCHING BORIS, HELLO??

- scheming with hange after running away(for the first, but definitely not last, time)

- "remember me?"

- insulting erwins eyebrows😭

- pulling a turn around on badis after LOCKING HIM IN THE WOMENS BATHROOM??????

- drawing flowers instead of answering the math problem

- LITERALLY DITCHING HER GROUP TO RUN AWAY LMFAO

- actually befriending malakai😨

- convincing everyone that the schedule had changed

and saving the best for last,

- "OH SHADIIISSSS!!, guess who's baaack"

i probably forgot to write a few down but i hope ur happy with this list😈

i loved the new chapter so much like i actually was kicking my feet and giggling from the shenanigans ilysm pls never die i actually wish i could smooch u bc this was beautiful 😔😔🙏

start of a new obsession masterlist here:

I’M SURPRISED YOU’RE STILL READING IT? 😭 HAHAHA STOP ILY

MALAKAI ORIGINATED IN LIAR, LIAR BUT WILL BE IN EVERY UNIVERSE OF EVERY STORY I WRITE 😭 him and y/n will meet a millions times. and yes, he’s 10000x worse here and it’s actually like that for a reason — in aot’s universe, they don’t exactly have much to lose. we don’t know much about how their jobs work and stuff. all we know is that if you have a criminal record, it stays. if you’ve done something incredibly grave, it stays (as seen with eren and mikasa’s murder crimes committed at 9 years old LMAO). but we notice that even with that, eren was able to join the cadet corps and even ended up ranking 5th before joining the scouts. so, malakai truly has nothing to lose when he goes feral 💀

please you basically just summarised the entire chapter DKMMM 😭😭 i had sm fun writing it for the few readers that are actually invested despite how little traction it gets. soano will always be my favourite to actually write simply bcz of how much crack it consists of.

had to make her punch boris cuz he was so annoying when i watched him in the ova. she’s doing what i wanted to do so badly. and her friends will understand why she ran off 😭 they know her well despite only knowing her for a week.

y/n in liar, liar, despite the way she acts with malakai, sees him as a friend. it’s the same thing in the soano verse. y/n and malakai 🤝 being a chaotic duo in every universe.

miffysmittens, i wait for ur notifs EVERY time. i’m gonna mwah both of your cheeks, i wake up in the morning for you, don’t YOU ever die 😤‼️

[intheorangebedroom]

Hi!

Happy Frankie Friday again! 🧡

I was wondering if Frankie and Gabrielle has some rituals as a couple?

I imagine Frankie waking up before Gabrielle and watching her sleep, noticing how her eyelashes flutter in her sleep, counting the new freckles on her face, just admiring her unique beauty. Or making her coffee and place it in her room when he knows she needs some time alone. Or Gabrielle caressing his neck absentmindedly while they read next to each other.

Deadmantis my love, sometimes, if not often, I think you know them better than I do, and it's the warmest feeling 🧡

They do, they absolutely do have a lot of rituals. They've earned it! Besides, they're both very organised *cough* control freaks *cough* and anxious, so they need the routine. Everything you said, everything is true. It’s all of it, and then some.

Explicit routines under the cut 🔞

There are the ones that were born with your new shared life, easy and immediate, cosy and intimate, carved around your conflicting work schedules that only really allow the two of you to spend the evenings and Sundays together. 

Because you like to thread your fingers through his curls, because he loves that you do, Frankie now takes off his cap and hangs it on the coat rack by the door the very minute he comes home. It’s another two and half hours before you arrive. Wherever he is, in the house, the garden or the garage, you go find him first thing, sometimes before you even take off your coat, and a tender smile softens your face when your eyes land on the solid breadth of his shoulders. 

You place a kiss on his neck, on that larger freckle under his left ear, “Hey, Frankie,” and he can’t repress the slight flutter of his eyes when your hand runs through the thick locks on his nape, tugging ever so lightly, “Hey, baby.”

If he’s seated, you’ll expose the V-shape of his hairline and you’ll kiss it too. Your secret, you haven’t forgotten the first time ever you saw that part of his body, his hair was shorter, the room was hot and the future was yours. 

At night, you prepare the filter coffee machine so that he only has to start it when he gets up in the morning. Guatemalan coffee beans, always, freshly ground with the pricey coffee grinder you chose together.

You get up right before he leaves, so you can brew a fresh pot for him to take to work in a large army green thermos you bought. He’ll sip it throughout the day, thinking of you a little extra with every gulp of the bitter, hot beverage. 

Later in the evening, right before bed, he brushes your hair, and this ritual dates back to those blurry days when he stayed with you in your small apartment, in the aftermath of the brutal start to his new life, with your decision to stay. 

Now, you barely think about it, the familiar gesture the very definition of a habit. He’ll grab your old wooden brush, run it through your long, dark locks. Just a few strokes, as you tell him about your day or your plans for the week or a movie you saw, ending with a twist of his wrist so as not to straighten the loose waves that curl the end of your hair. 

When he's done, he braids it, and lifts it to place a kiss on the red birthmark on your nape, the one that's hidden in your hairline. He's convinced himself he's the only one who's ever seen it, the only being who knows of its existence. (He is). You fall silent, then. You close your eyes, listening to the quiver of your skin between his lips. 

Eating rapidly proved itself a challenge in the Tourneur-Morales household. Both of you love to eat, but neither of you like to cook. You both have lunch at work, and at night, you’ll just grab whatever’s in the fridge for a quick bite, but you hardly sit down to eat together. 

Sunday, however, is the exception. There’s nothing in the world that could alter the routine of your Sundays together. That day you used to dread, that day he thought he dreamed, that day now encompasses the very fabric of you. Shaped in rituals that speak of his instinctual understanding of you, of your trust and your affection. 

He wakes up first. He always does. More often than not, too early to wake you up too. With the remote that’s usually on his night stand, he cracks open the electric shutters. Just enough so he can watch the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of your back and the imperceptible flutter of your lashes. 

Elbow propped on his pillow, head leaned over you, he waits. For as long as he can. Before he has to open the shutters a little more, so he can count the freckles peppered across the bridge of your nose and your cheekbones. So he can see your skin reaching out for him even as you’re asleep when he brushes your naked arm with the tips of his fingers. 

When he blows softly along the curve of your neck, on the loose strands of hair that came out of your braid, you moan and stir, your hand chasing the invisible tickle. 

He chuckles quietly, then, because it’s only a matter of minutes before you awake. Before you stretch and arch out your back, instinctively seeking his heat behind you. Before you find him wanting you. 

And that’s the very first ritual, the one that originated in the orange bedroom, your island, somewhere in Brooklyn, standing out across years in your memories and imaginations.

It’s a moment of peace, between dream and consciousness, a moment so soft when time doesn’t count and has never existed, when there was never rain, loss or pain.  

When he draws you in against him and spans the expanse of your skin with his rough palm, down along your naked legs, back up to slide under the hem of your night shirt, well, his t-shirt, really, your hand covering his when he cups your breast, encouraging his hold to tighten. 

“Morning, baby,” he smiles into your neck, and you shiver from head to toe, pressing your ass into his hardening length. 

Some Sundays, he’ll cover your body in kisses before he does anything else. He’ll knead your breasts, your belly, your thighs with a slow but constant increase in strength, sucking in and biting in turns as you writhe underneath him, until you beg him to take. 

Some Sundays, he’ll dive between your hips before you’re fully awake and devour you in sloppy broad licks, his voice a hoarse growl when he tells you how good you taste in the morning, and you laugh, tugging his hair closer. 

Most Sundays though, it’s only a couple of kisses over the slope of your shoulder before he gently rolls you onto your stomach and cages your legs with his thighs. Before he slides off your t-shirt and lifts up your hips, your body pliant, sleepy, you’re smiling to yourself. 

He feels so big when he pushes into you with a strained groan; you feel so good when you pull him in tighter than a fist with a pained moan. 

His forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, he holds on to the headboard for leverage and thrusts in as deep as he can, slow and thorough, while you bunch up the sheets between your clenched fists, dizzy with sleep and the effort of taking him and time stretches around you like your cunt stretches around him. 

The round tip of his cock dragging along your walls, his warm breath grazing your skin, the peak of his nipples brushing against your back, the coarse hair of his lower belly scraping the soft swell of your ass… the sensations blend in, they will stay with you for the day, for the week, like the pleasurable discomfort when you sit, like his spend leaking down your panties. 

Like a secret. Like a dream. Like an answered prayer. 

When you finally leave the bed to cook breakfast together – eggs and bacon with fried toasts, and too much coffee – everything tastes different. 

Whatever you do next, he makes sure the two of you are back home by 6pm, because that’s when it starts, for you. You retreat to your room, hasty but firm steps, you shut the door behind you. For however long you need. Usually an hour, but he’s noticed it’s getting shorter, and he hopes it’ll keep decreasing, the amount of time it takes you to accept that you don’t have to fight your anxiety on your own. But as long as you realise he’s there, ready to help, on the other side of that door, he guesses it’s fine. Perhaps you need that reminder too. 

So he patiently waits, he’s done that before, he’ll do it again. Reading on the couch, until you practically leap out of there and jump in next to him, curling up into his side, placing his arm around your shoulders.

“I’m hungry,” you mumble, and he pulls out his phone to place the delivery order, always the same food from the same place, and when the doorbell rings, while he takes the bags pays, you go get your computer so you can choose what movie you’ll watch together. 

Sunday scaries are no match for his arms. Like a secret. Like a dream. Like an answered prayer. 

Oh and before I forget:

🧡HAPPY ❤️‍🔥FRANKIE❤️‍🔥 FRIDAY🧡

[lyriumsings]

another day of daydreaming about my ocs while i earn money packing up cookies and donuts leggo

[darcyolsson]

my fav visitors at my work (a museum) are a) small kids who have no filter and b) people who clearly have a special interest/hyperfixation and have visited at least once a month for the past several years and as a result know more ab my work than i ever will

[stonerzelda]

also I never said after all the doomposting but boss + coworker that hates me have been weirdly nice to me this week. So idk if that's because they either feel bad, know they potentially did something illegal/wrong by me, or they're building up to fire me and make it look like I was always the problem idfk you get it. Something like that idfk. But yeah interesting that now that I'm 100% checked out and not at all caring or putting in the effort like I have been in the past 5/6ish months Now is when I get treated like a person lol

[merevide]

i should stop making cringe posts tbh. but i can’t.

[collectivecloseness]

I’m still not feeling 100% unfortunately, but my brain is absolutely swimming with the want to write, I just think full fledged fics are off the table for another day or two because wow I am not doing well

But I would really really love to hear your guys thoughts/hc’s on yandere!characters/polys and chat about them!

Please feel free to send in any of your thoughts on any character/poly/scenario with (eg, yandere Eddie, yan fruity four, yan steddie etc) and I will write and write about how brilliant and correct you are but also how that could all go down and what that could look like and potential worldbuilding and etc etc etc 👀

[yuukimiyas]

ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ good mornie loves!! happy wknd!! i went on my lil date/hangout last night & had so so much fun!! we went & got a drink & then smoked a joint & watched a few eps of its always sunny!! :3 hope the sun & universe show you so much kindness today & everyday after!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

[noxtivagus]

it's actually really adorable reading my notes while i was going through heavensward for the first time

[singsweetmelodies]

hi i wanted to ask about your thoughts on this matter:

we know how piarles wouldn't hesitate to name each other as the person they would go to dinner with because they're best friends. but what if someone, maybe like kiddos, asked each of them "aside from your best friend pierre/charles, who else on the grid would you not mind going to dinner with"

what do you think would charles and pierre's answers be? because they are each other's first choice, i think if someone phrased the question like that, it might catch them off guard for a lil while since they can't fall back on their safe answer

oooohhhh, anon, what a fabulous question! thank you so much for this one 💕🤔 as a scientist, i love how it immediately makes me think :D now, time to turn to my favourite science of all, aka, the analysis of piarles 👀❤️

SO, first of all: i completely agree with you that it would probably throw them both off their game a little. because i feel like they're both so used to and so comfortable answering with each other - it's their safe answer, as you said. they're each other's safe space *insert five-second pause for me to have a complete 🥺🥺🥺 meltdown about that thought*

aaaaaaanyways, back to the question. i think charles, especially, might be the one who begins by answering "pierre" automatically, but only remembers after he said it that pierre was excluded from the question. i feel like he'd have a classic, adorably-confused-sharl moment there, maybe do a babygirl laugh and head dip before apologising for the mistake and answering with someone like "carlos." not because carlos is necessarily his next best choice, but rather because he'd be caught a bit off guard and floundering for someone to say now that pierre isn't an option, and it's always a safe, PR-friendly bet to say his teammate and make it seem like they're good friends and getting along wonderfully and whatnot. (who would i say is charles' actual next choice, you may be wondering? probably sebastian, ngl. or maybe zhou or yuki? charles does love calling them his "heroes," lmao, and altogether he just seems to enjoy spending time with either/both of them.)

as for pierre, i feel like his PR-mandated answer would probably be esteban, because alpine is really pushing the 'pierresteban reunited besties 🥰' narrative lately. but there's an equally high chance that he'd say "yuki" in answer to that question, because if there's one thing pierre is really rather good at, it's engaging with the fans and giving them exactly what they want. he's a bit of a PR legend, honestly. (and as for the driver, other than charles, i think he'd most LIKE to get dinner with? lewis. absolutely, 100% lewis. i am forever firmly on board the "pierre is a lewis fanboy" train, and im right xD)

so yes! those are my thoughts, anon, but please feel free to tell me what you think, too 👀💕 and thanks again for such a fantastic question! i really enjoyed pondering & answering this one :DD <3333