#chap. 4

[dorkydiaz]

MR. AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE chapter four: i think there's been a glitch [4/15 | 7.2k] The Holidays come bearing more than a few revelations and surprises for Eddie. {ao3}

Eddie doesn’t really know how it happens, something about how two turkeys were consistently using taxpayer money to be put up in a hotel and have a full motorcade. Something that they omitted from The West Wing. Okay, so maybe he had blurted, "bring them here.” in a bamboozled haze. Because how ridiculous is it that they get a 5 star hotel. Eddie wasn’t good at biting his tongue at times. "Then where are we going to put these turkeys?” His mother asks incredulously. "The Press Secretary’s office?” he gulps, as a half joke, mostly because one of them is actually named Troy. No one is amused by this offer, least of all the press secretary. "Fine. Put them in my room for the night, I’ll sleep in the nursery.” He sighs. This is his own fault.

[dekupalace]

hi isatheads. is this anything

[rikugans]

first meeting.

[gh0st-b0und]

I’m so in love with this small interaction i just had to draw it

From @bamsara ‘s fic :]

[imjustalazycat]

Chapter 1

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And here's the first chapter! I hope you're liking this so far ;; <3

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[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Star Wars: The Acolyte

Pairing: Qimir x fReader

Fic Rating: E (explicit)

Chapter Rating: Mature

AO3

ONE

Everyday—

Everyday is the same. Morning’s light shines, spackled and fractured through the tattered, burlap curtain. You raise your arm to shield your face. You cringe. You groan. You sit up. There’s a satisfying crackle when you roll your head from one shoulder to the other. Convinced that you should go to work, you stretch, then drag yourself out of bed (if you can consider a blanket on the floor and a rolled up shirt for a pillow as a bed). Still it’s better than waking up, face first in dirt. You’ve been there before and you’d rather not be there again.

Work is work. Food is food. Drink is drink. Evening is evening, but with that you can at least drown the dull life you live in copious amounts of liquor. Numb reality away and drift—drift in an imagined haze of a life where you’re free from this drudgery. And that’s exactly what you do today. Drink. Drink. Drink until you nearly disintegrate. Same as every other.

But this day is not like every other. You stumble out of the local bar and wander by the apothecary’s humble shop. There’s an agitating jingle that wraps itself around your head that’s just begun to throb as a breeze blows through, rustling the makeshift set of chimes near the smeared window. Grasping the corner of the building, fist closing as you wrap an arm around your waist, you steady yourself. A deep inhale and exhale and your stomach gurgles, lurches, threatening your evening and maybe even tomorrow morning too. Doubling over, you swallow, and gulp, and will the contents bubbling in the back of your throat downward. Downward into the pit of your stomach where it belongs.

“Not looking so good.” There’s a tsk. “I can help with that.”

You glance up to see an unfamiliar face that’s half smiling at you, eyes mostly hidden in the shadow of the hood of his cloak. That’s not the apothecary you know. It doesn’t matter, not when your insides want to be your outsides. You try to shove back some of the hair sticking to your temples and suck in fresh air. Even though it’s evening, the air is stale, and ripe with wet blanketed heat. It only makes matters worse.

“Please, I’ll take anything you’ve got,” you manage to croak.

The apothecary shuffles away and reappears after what feels like an eternity, a small vile in hand. He pops the cork and offers the vial. “It’s bitter,” he warns.

Throwing your head back, you dump the burning liquid down your throat and bitter is an understatement. Still, its effects are immediate. You straighten out, palm still pressed to the side of the building.

“Better?” He asks.

You give a nod. “How much?” There’s hope it won’t be your life’s savings but it would have been worth it. Any cost would be worth it to be able to crawl home and not spend the night hunched over a toilet and waking up to the incessant throb of a hangover.

He waves a hand at you. “Consider this one on the house.”

Eyeing him suspiciously, you give the empty vial back. “Nothing’s free.”

He folds his arms across his chest. “This is. You’re special.”

“I am not special,” you say.

Nobody’s special.

He throws you a curious smile, a chunk of his dark hair swooping down over his cheek. He leans in a little closer to you. “I think you are.”

He bites down on his bottom lip. Whether it’s to hold back more of what he wants to say or some kind of flirt, you’re too far gone to sort it out or really care.

“And I know you’re wrong,” you reply. “But thanks for the assist anyway.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he replies.

With a shake of your head, you shove off the wall, leaving him behind as you continue your trek back to your hovel of a home and pass out.

[bayfuzzball7050]

⚠️VOLUME WARNING⚠️

This is about WWM/TA

I’ve been like 3 hours animating exactly 6 seconds

I LOVE YOUR FIC @cassyapper PLEASE IT MAKES ME SO HAPPYA ND SAD AND AAARRRGHHHH

[deathpoke1qa]

ACCESSORY CHAPS: Perfect for your cowboy sims!

With the upcoming Horse Ranch pack, I figured I would create something fun for all your country (or city) sims! You can pair them with most jeans or nothing at all!

Due to the nature of accessory clothing, there is some inevitable clipping with wider pants and some animations, namely around the thighs. I did the best I could and I am sure all your rustic sims will get plenty of use out of these. And yes, it is compatible with Wicked Whims.

The masculine and feminine framed accessory pants are merged. They can be found in the left wrist category. The item is basegame compatible and has proper shadows. There are 3 swatches from the original basegame outfit.

The download link for this item can be found here.

Custom content on models by: @the-crypt-o-club and @simdulgencemods

Poses by: @helgatisha

[moxachuu]

everytime someone complains about MCs personality and how much of a doormat she is, i lose a year of my life. leave my baby alone

[marskid11]

susieeeeeee

[dorkydiaz]

TEASE BIT TUESDAY tagged by @princessfbi and @hippolotamus <3

Eddie scans the extensive finalized guest list, “Who invited him?” his tone is accusatory.  “And don’t play dumb, you know exactly who I mean.” he raises an eyebrow sharply at the two likely culprits.  “I put him on there.” Sophia replies after a moment of silence, her attention not straying from Chris grabbing at the shiny confetti littering the table. “You need more friends. I actually argue he is your friend – but you are too stubborn to admit it.”  “I have friends–”  “Other than the three people in this room with object permanence.” Adriana interrupts him.  Eddie sputters for a minute before realizing that other than Micheal, they’re right. “Not my fault no one wants to be friends with a twenty-one year old single father.”  Everyone rolls their eyes.  “Evan does.” Sophia says bluntly.  And it’s Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes, and he suddenly feels hot and flushed.  “Oh my god.” Karen starts staring at him with knowing eyes.  “Fine, he can come but I swear to god if I am stuck with him all night–”  “I made sure to include a plus one.” Sophia smiles.  “Who?” He feels his mouth go a little dry, “Just you know, out of curiosity.” Karen is still watching him.  Adriana flips through the list again, “Hen.”  And there’s a sudden relief flowing through him that he doesn’t quite understand.  So this is going to happen, and it becomes very real when he checks Instagram after Chris has fallen asleep on his chest the night before the party and he finds that Hen has posted a picture from a private jet with Evan, she looks radiant her signature bright smile leaning into a reluctant but rested Evan, who looks soft in a dark blue hoodie leaning into the jet’s wall, his hair soft like it was the night in the kitchen.

tagging @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @fleurdebeton @giddyupbuck and any other friends who what to share!

[cochidinh]

[bridgeportbritt]

Over the Phone | Selvadorada and SimDonia

Bria: Hi, Sweetheart. How'd it go?

Gianni sighs: It went well, I think. I just spoke the truth.

Bria: Well, that's good. That's all you can do, honey. I'm proud of you for even agreeing to do it.

Gianni: Thanks. If it wasn't for Grayson, I probably wouldn't have. Man's all about closure.

Bria: Yeah. He's right, though. Hopefully, this will help you move on from all the crap your dad caused.

Gianni: Yeah, I think it will. At least for most of us. Guy didn't show up to the funeral.

Bria: Really? Hmm. Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it. You all will deal with this in your own way.

Gianni: Yeah, you're right. I plan on inviting him back to the rental. Just to make sure he's alright.

Bria: That's a great idea, honey. He's lucky to have you as a brother.

Gianni: Well, I don't want to keep you. I'm sure you've got a busy day.

Bria: Yeah... certainly an interesting day. Alright, I'll talk to you later, honey. Tell everyone I said hi.

[clover-hoe]

me, realizing im making ANOTHER fic where Luke ends up spending time with codywan that, dispite not even being focused on them, is going to get a codywan prequil:

me: and i-

me: what the hell is that?

[i-ran-into-a-lampost]

Save the Last Dance you will always be famous

I read those goddamn 'One of Ben's necrofriggian kids return' fics and now I think about them everyday help.

[fishareglorious]

Me playing chess against a 12 year old with the intent of killing her friends: Yeah i'm a total grandmasterpilled chesscel. I'm basically going chess mode and i'm giving checkmatecore vibes My subordinate Z, chief of staff: Vice President I think God should kill you