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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years ago

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the one with the bathing suit (b.r.b.)

a/n: yeah.... i don't got an explanation. takes place in the flight risk universe

summary: The time Bradley saw Sunshine in a bathing suit and was allowed to do something about it.

warnings: suggestive themes/comments, bathing suits (because that's a warning in and of itself), swearing, brief mentions of insecurities, brief mention of body sizes, future Bradley and Sunshine, this is my nod to all my fellow vanderpump rules watchers, unedited

Bradley's hand slides into your own as the two of you enter the Target, the cool air hitting you as you enter the store. You slide the sunglasses up to sit atop of your head as you pause, figuring out where the Customer Service desk is.

"Thanks for coming with me." You say as you spot it, tugging Bradley along.

He hummed. "No problem, my love. Shame the pants didn't fit."

You rolled your eyes at the memory of trying them on for him after an impromptu shopping trip with Amelia the other day. The two of you'd bickered about whether or not you should keep them, the pants a hair too small to be comfortable.

Bradley, however, had appreciated how they had made your ass look.

("You say that about everything I wear." You'd said with a scoff. He'd only been able to offer you that cheshire grin of his.)

You let your eyes wander as the two of you wait in line. Target had just put out their selection bathing suits for the summer and you were somehow always surprised by the fact that they continuously got cuter every year.

Bradley squeezed your hand when he caught on to where you were looking. "I think you need a new suit, my love."

You roll your eyes as you step forward in line. "And where in the world would I wear it?"

"I think you forget you live in a beach town now, Sunshine. You'd get good use out of it."

You roll your eyes again as you step up to the desk. "You just want to see me in a bikini."

Bradley doesn't deny the point as the girl working the counter begins to process the return. You thank her as she returns the money to the card and exit the area, headed for the door. Bradley's hand in your own stops you, tugging you over to the bathing suit area.

"B..." You mutter, eyeing the bikinis anxiously. "I don't need to make myself insecure on purpose today."

"I'm looking for me, I don't know what you're talking about." He says, bypassing the bikinis into the much smaller one-piece section.

You snort as your eyes fall on a rosey-pink colored one-piece. "That's cute." You comment, rifling through the sizes. "Too bad they don't have one in my size."

"This one might fit." He says, pulling it from the rack.

You eye it nervously. It was adorable, with an open back and straps that were to die for. "There is no way in hell that'll hold up my boobs." You blurt out.

He grins. "Sure it could."

You shake your head, taking it from his hands and putting it back on the rack. "I hate bathing suits. Make me so insecure about my thighs."

He clears his throat. "Respectfully, my love, no one is looking at your thighs when you are wearing a bathing suit." His eyes roam over your body. "Much more distracting parts of you to look at." You shoot him a look, even as you feel your cheeks warm.

"We need toilet paper."

"I have a present." Bradley announces as he enters the house. "You're watching the new part of the reunion without me?! You said you'd wait!"

Your eyes flicker to the paused screen, Andy Cohen in the middle of proclaiming "My cards!"

"'M rewatching last week's episode."

Bradley's shoulders visibly deflate at the explanation, relieved you hadn't gone ahead and watched the reunion episodes about the Scandoval that had rocked the nation without him.

You smile, pushing yourself up on the couch. "Whatcha got?"

"I bought that bathing suit you were looking at this weekend."

Your face falls. "What?"

He holds his hands out, quick to soothe you. "You don't have to keep it if you don't like it." He rushes out. "But you didn't try it on, and it was cute, and you've been saying you needed a new suit anyways."

You sigh, pushing yourself off the couch and grabbing the Target bag from his hands. "I'll try it on." You say as you approach the stairs to go up to the bathroom. "But I really doubt it'll fit."

He follows you closely, sitting on the edge of the bed as you disappear into the bathroom to try it on. You take a deep breath, shedding your clothing to pull the material over your body.

You take another deep breath, nervously opening your eyes as you turn back to the mirror.

You... You don't hate it.

You tug at the straps, adjusting the top.

You actually really don't hate it.

The material is comfortable and does surprisingly fit. Your eyes flit nervously over your chest, fighting the urge to cover it up.

"You wanna see?" You call out.

"Obviously."

You take a calming breath, unlocking the bathroom door, slipping into the bedroom.

Bradley's eyes go wide as his jaw falls open. You roll your eyes, huffing out a nervous laugh. "Okay, B, don't gotta gawk."

He shakes his head. "Nuh-uh, 'm gonna."

You feel your cheeks warm as you struggle to look at him. "'S just a bathing suit. You've seen me in those before."

"Yeah, and this is the first time I actually get to do something about it. Sunshine, you look so fucking good." He says, his eyes still roaming your body. "Holy fuck, and I spent years not getting to appreciate you in one of these things. What the fuck was I thinking?"

You let out another nervous laugh, looking back down at your feet. You hadn't even remembered to take your socks off before trying the suit on, not even thinking Bradley would see the piece on you.

"How do you feel about it?" He asks after a minute, his voice much softer.

You shrug, finally raising your head to meet his gaze. "I don't... hate it."

He grins. "Yeah?"

You shrug, taking another step closer towards him. He reaches out for you, hands falling to your waist.

"I've always loved the way you look in a bathing suit Sunshine, but fuck." He says, gaze planting right on your chest.

You duck your head, cheeks growing even warmer. "Not always."

He tilts his head in disagreement, clearly remembering the lake day from your camping trip in college.

("Careful now, Bradshaw." Eli had said to him. "You spend too much longer appreciating her tits in that suit and you're gonna get punched in the mouth.")

"You gonna keep it?" He says, pulling you onto his lap.

You nod, letting out a breathe. "Yeah, I think so."

He grins, shuffling the two of you back further on the bed. "Perfect." He says, his hand gliding down your body. One plants itself firmly on your ass while the other makes it's way back up towards the straps. "Because now I get to do this," He says, tugging at the straps, letting it unravel. "Without worrying about having to return it."

He captures you in a searing kiss, hands coming up to push the material off of your body.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fic #flight risk

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storiesbyjes2g · 1 year ago

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3.66 Triggered

We left the club and went back to Oasis Springs to grab a bite before returning home, and Sophia was eerily quiet the entire way there. She didn't sigh or anything. Her clacking boots were my only company, and it made me worried. Officially ending things with Yasmine was the right thing, but somehow I managed to upset Sophia, too. I had to find out what went on in her head, but gently, so I let the silence linger until after the server left.

"Heeeey," she said hesitantly, "you're that yoga guy!"

"Uhh, hi. Have you been to one of my classes?"

"Me? Watcher no! I saw you on SimTube. You're even cuter in person!"

I took a quick peek at Sophia to check her mood. Too bad she had a killer poker face. I couldn't tell if she was genuinely amused or plotting my death.

"Umm...thanks. Can I get a cheeseburger and whatever the drink special is?"

She took our orders and left us to suffer through the awkward wait.

"Okay," I began. "I sense you are mad at me..."

Sophia shook her head.

"I'm just processing, Luca."

"Okay..."

"I'm surprised, and a little blindsided, but...should I be mad, though? Because, frankly, I didn't know there was anything to be mad about."

This was totally new to me, and I had no idea what to do. I felt like she was being real and looking for answers. On the flip side, it felt like a trap and I had to tread lightly.

"I don't think you should be mad."

"Please explain. This situation is triggering."

UGH! I was such an idiot. I thought I did what Dad suggested, making sure everyone understood the casual dating situation. But not only did I fail to tell them about each other, I was so in my head about falling in love with Sophia, I didn't tell her anything, and now she thinks I'm just like her douche bag cheating ex.

"I'm so sorry, Sophia. I didn't realize I created such a mess. Nothing is going on between me and her. I swear!"

"I know that, sweetie. I know you, and you wouldn't do that to me. But... I guess I'm just surprised that... I had no idea you were seeing other women."

"Yeah. I realize that now, and I'm sorry. So, like... You know about what I've been going through. I've wanted to be with you ever since our Social Bunny days. You were so easy to talk to, and I felt safe with you. I was so confident there was no one else like you, and that scared me. I didn't trust that the first woman who paid attention to me could be the one. It seemed too easy and felt like a trap, given what I know about my parents. I had to be sure, so I tried to date other women. Not because I wanted to find someone else, but because I didn't want to make a mistake...like my parents."

"It all makes sense now," she said.

"What does?"

"Why we didn't hang out more after the first time."

"Oh. Yeah."

"I understand what you're saying, Luca. We weren't in a relationship, and you were free to be with whomever you wanted. But there's a small part of me that feels a little betrayed, like you were hiding these women from me."

"I understand. Just to set the record straight, I wasn't hiding them. At least, not intentionally. I didn't know if I needed to tell you."

"Just for my own sanity...are we going to run into anyone else you've been avoiding?"

"No. Yasmine was the only one I actually dated. My neighbor in San Sequoia was interested, but I never felt right about asking her out. I consider us friends, so I think she'll be happy for me when I tell her."

"Alright. Anyone else?"

"No. Well, I have another friend...Maira. She's one of my best friends, actually. I was open to dating her because we got on well and she was a good sim, but our friendship just never went that way. I actually told her about you before I asked you out, and she wants to meet you."

After Maira and I had that conversation, I had to reckon with my feelings and name them so I could deal with them properly. Since then, I discovered a distinction between loving someone and being in love. Love wasn't always romantic. I loved my parents; I loved my sister; and I loved Maira. Having love for her didn't mean I wanted to threaten my relationship with Sophia. It just meant I cared for her deeply and would always be there for her...as a friend. End of story.

"Her last name wouldn't happen to be Watson, would it?"

"You know her?"

"Not really, but her sister, Rashidah, is my best friend!"

"No kidding! Small world."

"Yeah... I do think it's kinda weird your best friend is a woman, but if she's important to you, I want to meet her too."

"To be fair, my sister is my best friend, but I get it. I would love to have more males in my life, but I honestly haven't met any guys I really click with."

She covered her mouth, trying to straighten her face, but her cute little laugh broke through anyway.

"Uh oh," I said. "What now?"

"You're a ladies' man, Luca!"

"Why would you say that?"

I knew she was joking, and what she meant, but it still triggered me. If there was one thing I absolutely did not want to be, it was a ladies' man. I always thought of myself as a one-woman man. But here I was, having this awkward conversation after hurting not one but two women. That didn't make me a ladies' man, but I never wanted that kind of complication in my life.

"I'm sorry! I was just kidding, baby. Seriously, I don't mean it."

"I know. Look, I'm really sorry for making you feel insecure. All of this is new to me, and I didn't know what I was doing. But I'm really glad how it all turned out. I'm with you now, and that's all I've ever wanted. Even when I was with her. Are we cool?"

"Of course, babe. This isn't big enough to break us. Just a minor hiccup."

"Okay. I love you, Sophia."

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar

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jennycalendar · 1 year ago

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do you have any ideas/feelings about other characters reactions to Jennyangel ?

yes.

buffy would completely snap in half.

willow is baffled and extremely disturbed and also indignant on buffy's behalf, but also baffled???? what is the handbook for when your computer teacher steals your best friend's crush, except your computer teacher is actually possibly closer in age to your best friend's crush than your best friend, except your best friend DID kiss her crush so now THAT'S weird, except (continues on until the heat death of the universe)

xander is cosmically horrified and also like insanely jealous of angel. angel does not deserve such a bounty.

cordelia thinks jenny and giles would have made a cuter couple. she's not into it.

spike thinks the computer teacher could do way better. but then again, that woman was drooling over the watcher, so maybe there's just no helping some people.

drusilla thinks it's soooooo cute :) much better than that nasty slayer. maybe when daddy comes back he can bring the teacher home as a present for her for being good :)

if he's in the loop, oz feels like there are definitely healthier options than this whole situation.

giles would really want to be their third but not know how to bring it up in polite conversation.

#asks #miscellany #jenny and angel #i think they would let giles be their third. i think it's very possible #incidentally it is hilarious how the unilateral take from everyone is This Sucks #except for giles who is like PLEASE let me in the middle

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idkelly · 1 year ago

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RED NAILS

• Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me •

CHAPTER ONE

A green hue was spread across the room, along with a buzzing sound that never seemed to have an end,filling each and everyone’s ear till it became white noise. Clearly the others noticed too, but they were far too busy in their heads, either thinking about some personal issues or, most likely, thoughts regarding the pet they brought here.

The waiting room wasn’t that boring; on the contrary, it was kind of entertaining. Seeing all kinds of people with their pets waiting—well, only a people watcher would enjoy it, and (Yn) sure did.

Especially having small conversations with the woman sitting next to her made the wait seem a lot shorter than it actually was. She was a woman, well in her 40s, it seemed, with shoulder-length blond hair mixed with some white hair and gleaming blue eyes that only portrayed comfort to whoever looked into them. She also had a German accent that made everything she said even more welcoming. She was sitting with her small white-furred puppy in her lap.

"So tell me, what’s a young soul like you doing in New Mexico?"

(Yn) let out a small chuckle. "Beats me really; I just came here to take care of those who raised me. Oh, you know the saying, family is everything."

"I wish there were more people like you; most take them for granted." The woman wrapped her arm around the younger man’s shoulder. "Me and my husband want children; really, it was my idea, but the fear of being tossed after years made us agree on just having this little guy here." she said with a small smile as she brushed her fingers over the dog’s head.

Well, it really depends on how you raise them, though I’d say it’s also the child’s choice in the end, so I totally understand your point."

"True, there’s another reason: the fact that my husband's work always makes him spend days or weeks out of town; it’s really frustrating like he’s doing—

"Miss (Ln), please come on in." A voice spoke from the microphone above, making both women stop their conversation. (Yn) turned over and stood up after she gave the blond a side hug. "It was lovely meeting you... Come to think of it, I’ve never caught your name."

"Margarethe Szitzer, and you, young lady?"

"Iris Leoz” (Yn) answered with a smile as she shook her hand and said, "See you around, miss zeigler."

Well, your cat is in perfect condition, but I suggest you trim her fingernails once every two months and don’t give her cheat meals as often; she’s enjoying them for sure, but her health is far more important."

The vet was examining a cat, who sat on the table purring under the man’s touch, while the owner sat across the room looking over.

"But I love her being chunky; she’s much cuter while she wobbles around the house."

"I think it’s far more cute if she walks around instead of being a corpse with a hernia in her belly surrounded by puke on your floor." The man glared through his glasses while Yn huffed and jumped off her chair, making her way to the examination table.

"The job?"

"A protection job, bodyguard, 200 bucks."

"What else?"

"That's the best I got." He leaned over the cabinet behind him. " I know a loan shark. He always needs enforcement and recovery, pays well, and it’s steady work."

(Yn) hummed along as he continued, "Most of the time we were just talking intimidation, strictly verbal."

"Most of the time I’m not breaking legs. Okay, what else?"

"That’s all I've got at the moment; take it or leave it."

The nightbreeze hit Yn'’s skin, making it tingle, and as she walked out of the department, she pulled out her phone, dialing a number with a slight smile across her face. After a few rings, the phone was answered.

"It’s done; I’ve got it." After a few seconds, she hung up the phone, and to the surprise of the wan that was watching her as he walked to the vet’s front door, she snapped the phone in half like it was a leaf.

It was either the casino or home; she didn’t know which one she should choose, but since she had a job to do tomorrow, the rational choice was her bed and snacks.

The meeting place was a parking lot in a three-story building, not the most common meeting place, but it was still acceptable. She took the bus to not draw any suspicion whatsoever to her vehicle if something were to happen in the future. She did her hair in a style that she was most comfortable in; nothing would get in her way; and she wore a simple outfit.

Walking into the parking lot, she was met with an older man with his arms crossed over his chest, definitely white as they come, bald head, couldn’t tell if it was either by choice or not, and also had the urge to lend him her sunscreen.

They greeted each other with a head nod; no words were exchanged.

Soon later, a giant man came along, wearing a gray hoodie with some jeans and a bald head. Is this a new trend in New Mexico?

This is the place where we wait?"

"Think so." The older man answered.

And then along came the fourth one, a skinnier,even younger leather jacket with military cargo pants and spikey hair. The type of guy that would try to be friends with his kid’s friends to appear more hip and cool

"So, what’d our guy tell you about the job?"

"Not much," (Yn) said.

"It’s a protection job, civilian. Guy is green as they come, but we’ll be there to make sure things fly right." without noticing, Yn and the old man beside her exchanged a look of confusion as to what this guy was thinking.

"You've been doing this for how long? I assume we’re all heavy hitters, and it makes sense. The vet recommends the best of the best. Dealing with some of these ethnic types of blood, it tends to run a little hotter. That’s just science, physiology—

"Please grab a gun and shoot me in the head. I can't listen to this any longer." (Yn) whispered as the big guy let out a small chuckle and nudged her side, while the older man definitely heard her but didn’t give any reaction.

"Yo, little girl, what's chu packing?" with Yn finally turning her head and the blabbering man looking at him with confused eyes. Don't tell me he thought this was a gun job.

"A Delicio"

"Sorry, what?"

"Delicio, a chocolate milk one, so much better than the strawberry." With that, she took out the small milkshake from her jacket pocket and took a sip.

The man let out a nervous laugh. "That’s really cute, old man, what’re you carrying then?"

"A pimento sandwich" (Yn) lets out an audible laugh. "Pimento is a cheese. They call it the caviar of the south."

“Listen, yo. If y'all don’t want to tell me what y'all are carrying, so be it. But you don’t have to be a douche about it.”

"You asked what we were carrying, and we answered you." (Yn) added

Wait, so you’re saying you guys don’t have a gun. How are you here without a gun?" his voice filled with confusion.

“I've got at least two guns on me that I’ll tell you about. I go old school with a Wilson Combat 1911, and I got a Glock 22 Gen. And those are just the ones I’ll tell you about," he added.

Only to receive a huh back from the old man beside him. (Yn) was so close to shoving the milkshake she had been sipping for the last half hour into his mouth to stop hearing that nonsense.

Finally, to ease the awkward tension, a vehicle has been spotted by the four as it makes its way to the location. The door opened to reveal the driver and the main reason for this job.

These people only get whiter for fuck sake, (Yn) thought. Man literally looks like if Makka Pakka turned human. What a fucking joke!

After a few seconds, he spoke in a shaky tone, "Hi, Hello. My name is Price. Actually, that’s not my name. But I have a nephew named Price. I’ve always kind of liked that name."

Subconsciously, Yn's head turned to the old man only to find him already looking in her direction; they agreed that they were the mature ones here.

As the glasses man was blabbering about coffee and what not, the skinnier guy interjected, "Hey, I have a thought."

"How about you give me and Man Mountain 750 each?" should’ve choked him earlier. "And send Uncle Fester and Princess there home. they’re not carrying a gun. They’re useless."

"Is that true? You guys didn’t bring a gun?"

"We didn't think we needed one." (Yn) answered calmly.

"Shawty, listen, it’s a protection job; how in the hell are you going to protect your employee without—“

"I’ll tell you what, if we need a gun, I’ll just use one of his." Her attention never left the man who stood before her. "I agree to that," Gramps added.

"Really? One of my guns? How do you picture that happening exactly?"

The old man hummed a little before answering, "Well, I guess I’m going to take it from you."

Yep, and that’s how Uncle Fester ruffled skinny’s feathers, and now he’s challenging him to ‘take’ one of his guns. oh boy

Only in 60 seconds do we have a man on the floor barely breathing with an old man who has three guns in his hands, while a mountain man runs like Princess Peach, and of course the job man watches this unravel.

"All right," the old man said while he tossed the pistols into the trash can nearby. "Let’s go."

"But we need three guys."

“No, buddy. We don’t need three guys. C’mon. Let’s go," the woman said as she tapped his shoulder while getting into the back seat.

The wait wasn’t long but instead boring as Gramps answered Price’s questions. For a first-timer, they were genuinely okay questions, but he should’ve done his research beforehand.

A red truck finally made its way over; Yn was still leaning onto the car right in the middle, while Gramps stood up and walked a bit to the right, and Price was already standing on the left side.

"I knew we needed three guys—I knew it. It’s a three-man job—"

"If you don’t get your shit together right this second, I’ll break your face as soon as the other guys leave. If you don’t have balls for shit like this, then don’t get involved in the business, you twit."

And that seemed to shut him up while the old man was making his way forward.

Out of the car were two jobbing guys, all in black, and one guy who was wearing a dark red button-up with the first few buttons unbuttoned and a gold necklace dangling around his collar bone.

shaved head that seemed to suit him quite nicely and a face structure that was great to show intimidation, he had some hardeyes she’s never seen before.

"Hello, Hi," Price said like he was a ringtone; it was cue for (Yn) to walk up too, so we could better see this shitshow up close.

"Do you have it?" The red-shirted man spoke, and (Yn) flashed a smile but quickly hid it to the surprise of the high-pitched voice of this guy, but it didn’t go unnoticed, by him at least.

"I do."

"Do you have the money?" a yellow envelope was handed over.

As Price was back in the car, silence filled the scene. Red Shirt was looking straight ahead at the guy he was dealing with, but he couldn’t help but feel like some eyes were burning holes through him.

He knew it was the woman, but it definitely wasn’t a stare of interest; more so, on the studying side, looking back at her, she didn’t seem to have any intention of breaking the eye contact they held, and neither did he.

The deal ended with the guy handing over a twenty-dollar bill and taking home the pills he held.

In the car (Yn) and Gramps got paid. While Price was asking questions, the woman tuned in in the middle of the conversation. "Now, that fella you just met, his name is Ignacio Varga."

"He runs with a connected crew of drug dealers. This deal he’s doing with you he’s doing outside his crew; he doesn’t want his bosses to know, so it was in his best interest that things go smoothly."

"So the lesson is, if you’re going to be a criminal, do your homework." The woman in the back added, "Now get us home; this place is too hot to have this conversation here."

The drop-off place was the same as the pick-up place, and without saying goodbye, Price turned home with his car.

"What’s your name?"

"Why should you know?"

"I know you know mine; it’s only fair," she smiled.

"mike hermentrout"

"Nice to meet you, Mike," she said, holding out her hand in a shake now with a smile that covered her whole face. Mike knew he shouldn’t mess with fire yet.

"Nice to meet you too, (Yn)." Mike's eyes never left hers; he knew her sudden appearance didn’t mean good; it was far from that; a storm was coming.

as she turned around and excused herself, the man’s voice stopped her, "How’s your dad doing?"

“Actually, I'm on my way to see him right now. Wanna come?"

"Maybe another time."

#lalo salamanca #lalo x reader #nacho varga #nacho varga x reader #ignacio varga #better call saul #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

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amazingmsme · 1 year ago

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Hear me out, Lee Charlotte Ler Blinky After attempting to have a nice day out with Sam at Watcher World, Sam finds a excuse to ditch his wife at the park. Cause he's a shitty husband. Charlotte is sad and feeling neglected, when a purple hoodied certain stranger appears who makes her the centre of his attention.

Aww Charlotte just wants to have fun at her favorite amusement park! So many fond memories that Sam just took a fat smelly dump on because that’s what he does best

But Blinky sends him on his own merry little way (straight to The Horrors)

But Blinky would sit with her & try to cheer her up & sneak in a few light, playful tickles to get her all giggly & smiling. & then when she’s happy, he pulls out a Blinky plushie for her & she just lights up! She used to have one when she was a little girl, but the design has changed a little since then & this one is “much cuter”

#asks #anon ask #nightmare time headcanons #tgwdlm headcanons #lib headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #charlotte sweetly #blinky #bliklotep

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bunbeeplays · 3 months ago

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 130 - Passing Through

After that strange night, at least Jaden is in good spirits. His parents didn't pack him a change of clothes but he was fine with borrowing some of Gemma's pajamas.

Xander's happy to help him learn some shapes, as it means he doesn't have to worry where Anna and Calvin went.

As Xander preps the kids some breakfast, Jaden joins Gemma on the couch.

Gemma: How long you gonna be here this time?

Jaden: I dunno.

His mommy and daddy didn't say. He hopes it's a long time. Even if they were really nice last night, he still likes Gemma's parents more.

Ophelia: Jaden, your clothes are almost dry. You can change after breakfast.

She's sure it had to be some kind of tragedy that made them have a change of heart, but how hard would it have been for Calvin and Anna to pack an overnight bag?

They don't usually eat in the living room, but they make an exception. It was a weird night for everyone, they don't want to deal with the glitchy high chairs. The adults talk about Anna.

Ophelia: I tried texting but she's not answering me.

Xander: I'm sure she'll respond soon.

Lulu is happy to play with her Chompy toy out in the sun after breakfast. Jaden and Gemma play dolls in the play tent.

While Ophelia tries to get a hold of Jaden's parents to figure out how long Jaden's going to be with them, Xander acts like a space alien again, the goober.

Guess Jaden's a little on edge, he's scared this time!

Xander: Sorry, bud, should have warned you I was going to start playing. No more space alien, I promise.

Gemma wasn't scared one bit, and she's feeling smug about it.

Xander comforts poor Jaden, hugging the scaries away.

Three little beans, sleeping in the shade. Doesn't get much cuter than that.

After a quick workout session, Ophelia gets Lulu ready for bed. She still couldn't get a hold of either Anna or Calvin, and it's freaking her out. It has to be more than a death in the family, right? Losing her gran was a lot but she didn't skip town for a day. What was going on?

Early the next morning, Ophelia throws Jaden's clothes in the wash before going to talk to Xander.

Xander: You couldn't sleep either?

Ophelia: I can't reach them. Text after text… And it's like my phone calls aren't going anywhere. Maybe they blocked me and forgot to unblock?

Xander: Maybe… They were acting weird, right? Like, weirder than normal?

Ophelia: Definitely. I don't know what made them turn around. I never thought I'd see the day Calvin Huff ever admitted he sucks.

A ring fills the silence.

Ophelia: Huh. Unknown number.

Xander: Maybe it's one of them.

Lo and behold, when Ophelia picks up, she hears Anna's shaky voice.

Anna: Ophelia, thank Watcher.

Ophelia: Do you people only communicate at ridiculous hours now? The sun's barely out.

Xander: It's her? What's she saying?

Ophelia turns up the volume.

Anna: I don't have much time. I hid this burner phone from Calvin. He thinks I'm taking a moment to collect myself. He wouldn't let me tell you, but I can't just keep you in the dark.

Ophelia: Anna, what's going on? You're scaring me.

Anna just sobs into the phone.

Ophelia: Please, I need you to tell us what's happening so we can help.

Anna: You've already done more to help us than you know, Ophelia Lemon.

Ophelia: What are you talking about? When are you coming back?

Anna is silent, raindrops mixing with the tears dripping down her cheeks. She can barely bring herself to say it out loud.

Anna: Ophelia… We're not coming back.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #gemma #jaden #anna #lulu

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simmer-rhi · 2 years ago

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Willow Creek Rotation - Spring, Year 3

Mt Komo Field Trip - Change is on the Horizon (Part 2)

Naomi and Piper's heated discussion was interrupted when Luna and Sofia burst through the door excitedly.

Luna: Siobhan just messaged, she wants us to join a video call - they've made their decision!

Luna: Hi Siobhan! It's me Luna, and Sofia and Naomi are here too. And Naomi's weird sister Piper, not sure why she's here, but I guess it's her room too so we can't really kick her out...

The voice over the phone explains that after careful consideration, Siobhan has decided to hand over the leadership of The Paragons to Naomi.

Luna: What do you mean, Naomi? She is not fit to lead The Paragons. She's wearing a bobble hat right now, for Watcher's sake, my outfit is way cuter.

Siobhan: It's not just about clothes, Luna, or money. Naomi's vision involves helping others, and a good leader should put the needs of others before their own.

Luna: Well - no one's listening to MY needs right now!

Naomi: Luna, I was us to work together to take The Paragons forwards. We both have great ideas, and neither of us is right or wrong, and I think....

Luna is staring daggers at Naomi. I think this means war?

#knox family #naomi knox #piper knox #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 rotational play

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lesser-mook · 11 months ago

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The core of fanservice is exploitation for audience retention, for some it might not have "been bad" to see her bent over for no reason beside the fact that she's not ugly.

But to exploit a character solely because they're attractive, thus commence "fanservice" ie. sequence of events to reduce them to just a hot piece of meat in circumstantial situations geared specifically to further reduce them to a sex object---- Doesn't help them either.

Characterization builds character, fanservice takes away from them or does absolutely nothing for the character but dehumanizes them.

Because it's FAN+service, not CHARACTER+service.

And true fanservice? In reality is reference, through-lines, easter eggs, that's fanservice.

Stan Lee's cameos throughout the years, that's true fanservice. Anime/manga, predictably has this degenerate context where fanservice in anime specifically means a character (mainly FEMALE, ofc) gets bent over the couch for some instant gratification dopamine fixes, meaningless.

Basically Anime & manga has hijacked the term fanservice to mean "Sex-ploit characters for no reason, at any cost even at the expense of the story and character in question-- ya know, for the kids"

ie. Consistent Cockteasing is considered fanservice.

I hear what they're saying. But let's be frank, for some it wouldn't have been bad, but what good would it have done Dianna? Absolutely nothing. That's the point.

Her being attractive, is enough.

We, fandom/society/culture, have to learn not to exploit what we admire, just because it activates monke brain.

We don't have to ruin everything we touch just because it wouldn't hurt anyone.

And that's precisely why I respect the restraint on part of the writers, Turn A Gundam has fanservice, but for Dianna? It's especially toned down. And it further helps how seriously she's handled, and I can watcher cuter, lighter moments without worrying about an obligatory shot of her ass, crotch, or chest for no reason.

I can trust this show to know what the fuck it's doing without treating me like an idiot who has no other incentive to watch a show beyond the basic-minded factors. I like shows that take itself/ thus me/ we the audience, seriously.

Perhaps given the fact that her twin (Kihel) was a stand-in for the other "fanservice" moments and there was no point in doing it to Dianna when you already saw Kihel. Whatever the case, Dianna is more so solid because the writers (in an anime no less) respected their work enough to know NOT to do it.

Wouldn't have been bad, but it wouldn't have helped. Because it never does.

#fanservice #gratuitous #unnecessary #anime #turn a gundam #dianna soriel #lessermook

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kanakomimura · 2 years ago

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