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i ranked my favorite tm series 1-15 and although i am incredibly unreliable, here it is
8 (iain, joe, lou, paul, sian)
13 (ardal, chris, bridget, judy, sophie)
10 (johnny, daisy, katherine, mawaan, richard)
1 (frank, josh, roisin, romesh, tim)
15 (frankie, ivo, jenny, kiell, mae)
14 (dara, fern, john, munya, sarah)
11 (charlotte, jamali, lee, mike, sarah)
6 (alice, asim, lisa, russel, tim)
4 (hugh, joe, lolly, mel, noel)
5 (aisling, bob, mark, nish, sally)
2 (doc, joe, jon, katherine, richard)
9 (david, ed, jo, katy, rose)
7 (james, jess, kerry, rhod, phil)
3 (al, dave, paul, rob, sara)
12 (alan, desiree, guz, morgana, victoria)
#series 10 was absolute hysterics but s1 has the nostalgia factor..#close call </3#taskmaster#ranking#ranked#rankings#alex horne
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thanks @chipper-smol for getting me ISAT i will be so irresponsible with the looping
#the real reason why you arent allowed to do this in game is because the dev knew we'd be nowhere close to finish it if we could#too much power and not enough responsibility etc etc. i dont even know if siffrin would want to stop looping once he figures out he can#do this. “stardust do you want to get out of the fucking loop or not stop smothering yourself on the fighters jugs” LMAOOO#i havent played it yet bc im gonna go in blind and stream it on call so 3 other ppl can watch me cry like a weenie in real time#my art#myart#in stars and time#isat#isat isabeau#isat siffrin#isabeau#siffrin#in stars and time fanart#isat fanart#isafrin#shitpost#i am. so fucking sorry
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i heard you folks might like fluttershy? 🦋
#she's big <3#i am redesigning my mane six designs Again bc id like to make mini comics of em when ive got the time#no it doesnt say anything about me that i draw both my ponysona and fluttershy as yellow pegasi with wings too small to fly and bodies#too big for their deamenor that live in cottages and speak softly#what are you talking about#my art#fluttershy#flutter shy#mlp#my little pony#friendship is magic#redesign#i GUESS if u wanted to call her a kinsona i wouldnt stop you..........#pony#horse#doodle#sketch#i like to imagine the only pony close to her height in ponyville is big mac...twilight doesnt count cause shes got that freak alicorn growth#going on. speaking of. twilight will prolly be the next design bc shes the one im the most dissastified with from my last batch
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so, i hit 1k sometime in the beginning of June ✨🥳. Which means my incessant yapping about absolutely nothing on every post I make and multiple months-long unannounced hiatuses didn't scare all of you off yet, so thanks for that y'all.
No, but for real tho, I genuinely want to express my gratitude to each and every one of you for putting up with me and all my BS, so my 1k+ gift exclusively consists of hairs requested by YOU! Which is totally about giving back to the community that has supported me and NOT just an excuse to dump all the requests that have been sitting here piling up for months.
there are only 7 hairs in the preview image but a bunch of these are from sets, so all-in-all you're getting 17 female hairs!
INFORMATION:
None of this is my original work! All mesh credit goes to @sheabuttyr, @ebonixsims, @daylifesims, @simstrouble!
Set contains 17 hairs for for Teen ➤ Elder Females
due to how the meshes where made the Poloma Passion Twists and Monae Beads don't have root/tip controls so they’re only 2 channels the rest are 4 like normal.
credits, preview pictures, links to originals, poly counts and individual download links for every hair is under the cut.
polycounts are ALL over the place. Lowest hair is +10k, Highest one is +32k. Please reference the list under the cut before downloading!
Files comes in two flavors: Merged and Unmerged
Both types contain the exact same type of stuff (package file and preview images) except version one is one big merged file and the version has individual files.
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@simstrouble Adeline Braids//22.2k poly// requested by @paigeywaigeyy
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@sheabuttyr: London Locs // 16.2k Poly //requested by @thesirensims
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@daylifesims: Honey Sun Clover Dreadlocks v1// 10.8K Poly //requested by anon
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@ebonixsims: Monae Beadset V1//32.7K Poly! // Under hats // Recolorable beads 4 channels//no tips or root controls due to mesh//requested by anon
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#ts3cc#s3cc#ts3 cc#ts3 download#ts3#s3 cc#ts3 dl#s3 dl#sims 3#4t3#black simblr#black sims cc#[mine]#remember when i thought i was gonna have this ready for Juneteenth 😂#real life has FINALLY slowed to the point I can start posting regularly again hopefully#lord knows these months long hiatuses are neither cutesy nor demure#but also tbf I've had all these hairs done and uploaded to sfs for a month and a half but never made a post cuz i hated the graphic#and now i've reworked the graphic THRICE and I still hate it...but it is what it is at this point🙃#also shoutout to the adeline braids for reminding me of the bob length box braids I had freshman year of high school#and that I got called fucking “good burger” for a solid 4 and a half months because of it#also also if you look closely you might be able to see what the next big set is 🤫
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toot toot!
#breaking my streak of dramatic af captions bc look at this. look at it. wtf was i supposed to call it. he's tootin whaddya want from me#he go TOOT TOOT on his lil trumpet i fuckgjn LOVE HIM im maxing this card im serious#lvl 60 10/10 no expense is too much for my precious boy#i found a new brush that has this rly soft charcoal vibe and i used it on this whole thing and it was SEXY it was HEAVEN#it was fun for coloring too!!! and the outfit colors are fun to color OUGHH everything made just for me <3 feeling SILLY#twst#twisted wonderland#twst silver#his bunny outfit sweeps like im sorry but its the best card of the event and its not even fucking close#suntails#i did one 10-pull bc i wanted the paint bonus from epel's card even tho i HATE that card#and i instead got SUPER lucky and got deuce and NO epel!!! i couldnt be fucking happier#then my job interview today never called and i was miserable again but it was an internal issue and im now rescheduled for next week#so please dear god pls guys pray i get this job. i want it sooooo bad
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Modern Day Scum Villain AU where Shang Qinghua adopts Luo Binghe who was left abandoned with no family, or so everyone thought. One day Tianlang-Jun (I have no idea what his human name would be) shows up and reveals that he is Binghe's birth father. Turns out he was sent to prison on false charges, and when he was let out he learned that his lover was dead and so he tracked down their son. He doesn't want to take Binghe away from Shang Qinghua, mostly because he thinks he would be a shit father on his own, so they agree to co-parent the kid. The people around them are like ' this is going to end up like one of those love stories where both parents fall for each other', but nope, Shang Qinghua and Tianlang-Jun can't stand each other. Their parenting style differs too much and they keep getting in each other's way. The situation gets worse when Shang Qinghua starts seeing Mobei-Jun (again, I don't know what to do for a human name), which adds to him trying to be Binghe's step father
#i think we should call it 'Two and a Half Dads'#zzl is also there trying to not be a father#he is fine just being a cousin#lbh is the coolest kid in school bc he has 3 dads#i like to think the washer woman lives close to sqh#and lbh calls her mama#lbh: i have 3 dads and 2 moms#lbh: but one of my moms is dead and the other one lives in a different building#adult: what is going on with your family?!?!#shang qinghua#airplane shooting towards the sky#luo binghe#tianlang jun#mobei jun#moshang#airplane dad and protagonist son#writing prompt#mxtx#svsss#scum villian self saving system
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drew some creatures at the amnh :0
#sketchbook stuff#artists on tumblr#went to the butterfly pavilion too#they had an exhibit called opulent ocean and gOSH :'D#basically it was like old science/field drawings(??) of marine life but museum made them#into these huge posters on the wall and they were really gorgeous to see up close oauuauaughhgh#knew I forgot something at homehahhsfs aka my brush and the incorrect charger cord#would've stayed longer but my phone was kinda running out of battery#some of the exhibits are kinda dark so I'm just scribbling away colors/hoping they look fine hAHA#kinda interesting to see them later in normal light#edit: hmm...what if I made a pdf of all the museum/aquarium drawings#edit: also huh I am like...2/3 done with this sketchbook#which is kinda cool becasue I started it in february#also almost done with the birthday sketchbook from last year
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Quick! Another one, because I cannot get them out of my head!
#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wolverine#wade wilson#logan howlett#poolverine#loganpool#art#doodle#marvel#mcu#i still chuckle at hugh's height compared to comic height#they're pretty close in height but we all know ryan/wade/dp would climb him at any given opportunity#whatever the hell we call him. they're the same person irl and mcu#FUCK ITS 4AM I GOTTA SLEEP#i'm gonna be god's eepiest soldier at work holy shit#crnl's dp journal
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Outfits and more outfits and hair design...
#splatoon#splatoon 2#splatoon 3#splatband#splatoon headcanon#diss pair#fashion#call me warabi disspaie king my comic got nice reviews about it being very close to their vision nwheehehehe#more comics ewhen? idk i have a few going on unfinished
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The Pontiff Sulyvahn bestowed a double-slashing sword upon a distant daughter of the formal royal family, ordering her to serve first as a dancer, and then as an outrider knight, the equivalent to exile.
#dark souls#darksoulsedit#gamingedit#soulsborneedit#dancer of the boreal valley#kgifs#kgifs: soulsborne#i call this gifset 'me fighting with the file size limit for 3 full hours'#anyway the intro to this is so good i had to do the whole thing#the door slamming closed. the ominous Dripping™ from above. the slow pan up and the 'what is THAT' feeling when she starts to writhe#body horror //
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it's something sinister to love without regard for dear tomorrow
#modern warfare 3 spoilers#mwiii spoilers#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#call of duty#mwiii#09 soapghost#listen i just think that while 22 ghost would be fuckin pissed that they're destined to die in every life#09 soap would find so much comfort in the fact that they got to find and love each other again in the next one#despite how it all ends#something something i will chose you every time#something something only two things will ever have me you and death#anyway#close behind and strawberry wine fucked me up good in the last couple of days#soph arts#id in alt text
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OBJECTUM PEOPLE. How did you figure out you're objectum. GO
#sorry to seem like I'm note fishing I prommy i'm not im just very shy and have no friends on tumblr/am not close with any of my mutuals#so posts like these are the easiest way for me to interact with the community :~3 I always love reading what ppl have to say under my posts#for me.... it was like. a huge domino effect#all starting from that fucking meme where they call the ? laptop keyboard red button (i Dont know the name in english) its clit.#and then making lesbian objectum ocs with my best friend aaaaand now we're here#email recieved#objectum#posic
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The Floyd JD and Branch sitcom in your head is the funniest show I’ve never seen
can the third movie's spin-off series just be this please?
#someone put branch out of his misery#he can't take much more#(lying. he's actually enjoying it (sometimes))#trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#trolls 3#trolls branch#trolls john dory#trolls poppy#trolls floyd#my art#answered#i just realized i called branch single#sorry king. broppy for life#but poppy is also his life coach on how to be a normal troll sooo#also kjfdjhf i made him so small lol. short king. i guess he's slouching#oh and#would anyone want to buy a print of this? because the original file is pretty big and i think it looks nice even from up close#there's textures and stuff#and everything is handwritten which you can't really tell in this smaller image
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(loosely) that scene from potc... its so Them i think...
#apologies for the low quality scribbles i simply couldn't be fucked!! <3<3<3#and they're a lil funky.... i havent drawn em in a while....#but geez. man. oof. ough#the potential of the pining + Names ouagshashjafkanvfla#THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE#scribble salad#franklydear#welcome home#ever since finding out how they call each other by last names my brain has been Mush over that#the layers!!! the potential for development!!!#what would the transition to first-name-usage look like#i feel like they're gonna be on first name basis Before they actually refer to each other by their first names#and maybe frank will call him eddie first.... maybe....#leaving eddie to be the one maintaining a sort of 'professional' distance#but in the process making their interactions Way more intimate and emotionally Charged than they would've been otherwise#its about the suspense... about the 'am i allowed to know what your name feels like'....#the 'i want nothing more than to know what my name sounds like in your voice'#receiving your mail and waiting for the time he finally allows that little distance to be closed with one simple syllable#or delivering the mail and waiting for him to open both doors w/ hand & name#both an allowance and a confirmation and an answer and a promise wrapped up in one little word#Im Just Speculating & Rambling at this point#OUGH FRANKLYDEAR <3<3<3<3#i cant wait to watch them really go Through the Horrors while falling in love#bc when nothing is real or certain what else can you cling to but each other#so abnormal about them....#wh has opened my eyes to the inherent romanticism & pain of mail carriers#they will always come to your door but they will also always leave#and the gifts they give you are always from someone Else#all you can hope for are those Moments where your fingers brush as they hand over letters#where the only true words between you are the ones hidden away in ink and belonging to neither of you
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it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently
#daniel ricciardo#dr3#went on a hike the sunday after the official announcement and listened to this song on repeat for probably 3 of the 8 miles#POV: me in the middle of the woods telling myself to get it together#while crying about a 35 year old millionaire before I end up passing someone on the trail and they call the police on me#so song is about how female stars are treated overtime and when they first arrive they're praised for being authentic and refreshin#but once the shine wears off and they're a little older and reveal imperfections or they struggle they become a target for ridicule#and then they're discarded for the next new thing in town and the cycle keeps repeating itself forever#which to me so closely mirrors daniel's trajectory in F1 in the eyes of the media#but also when you take the lyrics at face value they are just so daniel...#the f1 ecosystem and more specifically the redbull “family” are fake as hell#and yet daniel is one of their most genuine products who actually can't be easily reproduced (but by god they'll try)#he showed a great deal of promise despite coming from a place that really never should've produced a successful f1 driver#because the cards were stacked against him and nobody really thought he would make it#but he did and he gave us 13 brilliant years (and he has SO much more to give and do and succeed at and he will)#but the wheel of time keeps spinning and the cycle continues for the next shiny new toy that they can nurture and then destroy#anyway i'm not totally in love with these gifs but I need to be done w/them and I had to exorcise this demon that was making me sad
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(suggestive, slightly explicit content at the end)
Even though you’ve been expecting the visit for most of the night, the Red Hood knocking at your balcony door at 1 in the morning still catches you off guard. You scramble off the couch in a sleepy daze, book falling off your lap and cracking open on the floor. For one long second, the only thing you can think of is that whoever your last assignment was has managed to find you, that you’ve finally been too sloppy and left a trail with which to track you.
That’s your first thought. Your second thought is, of course, Barbara. But before you can reach your phone to shoot your boss a SOS, or, at the very least, an alert, a second rasp at the window panes freezes you on the spot.
“Will you open the damn door?” Red Hood’s unmistakably robotic voice grits out. “It’s raining cats and dogs out here.”
You trip in your rush to open the doors, limbs loose and clumsy with relief. Hood shoulders past you with a grunt, fingers prodding at the back of his head to get at the latch of his helmet. He takes it off in a smooth motion, his hot breath forming a white cloud against the cold air of your running AC. You lock the balcony back up after him as he goes around your apartment, setting his helmet on your dinner table and shrugging out of his jacket. He means to stay apparently. You could’ve lent him an umbrella if he wanted to go back out there. Probably would’ve been best.
See, you don’t like the Red Hood much.
He invites himself over to your kitchen, opening cabinets here and there until he chances upon the dinnerware and pulls out a glass. The Gotham public infrastructure is in such state you have never once attempted to drink out of the tap, but you don’t stop him when he does. It is, technically, allowed. And he had the pitcher full of filtered water right under his nose, so. You wait impatiently as he downs two whole glasses of tap water and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand (there is a perfectly usable kitchen towel draped over the oven handle).
He glances over, notices you staring. The corner of his lips quirks up. “How obedient,” he mocks. He pats at his sides, pulls a folded envelope from somewhere in his body (the Bats have endless pockets, you’ve come to learn) and tosses it on the table. “There’s your file. You better be fucking thankful. Traipsed through half the city in this shit storm just to get you these.”
“Thank you, Red Hood,” you say politely, picking up the rumpled envelope and eagerly flipping through the files. “Much appreciated.”
Red Hood rolls his eyes at you, eternally put off by your insistence on following the proper channels of conduct. “Whatever. You got anything to eat?”
“Help yourself,” you tell him.
You walk back to the couch with the file in hand and leave him to make himself whatever he will, already too distracted by the information within to care that you’re gonna have to make a second grocery run when he’s done with your fridge. Red Hood rummages through your cabinets, pulling out far more stuff than he should for a midnight snack. At one point, he asks if you’ve had dinner, and you respond him with an absentminded (and truthful) negative. The files he’s brought are the latest Robin’s swiped from the team’s ongoing investigation on a dicey arms exchange deal that may or may not involve three out of four of Gotham’s biggest conglomerates (sans, of course, Wayne Enterprises). It’s your job to process the info—a task too menial and too tedious for Oracle and Red Robin, respectively, to handle. Besides, Tim’s far more useful on the ground.
It must be about twenty minutes of you pouring over the pages scattered over your coffee table when the man speaks up again. “Dinner’s ready,” he says.
You look up to see him setting two plates of steaming stir fry on the table. He’s taken off his gloves, his utility belt, the domino mask and rolled up his sleeves—the whole nine yards. Only missing the apron. The food looks lovely, but of course it does. Cooking is listed as a specialty in Red Hood’s file, right along with marksmanship and hostile takeovers.
Your lips quirk up at the unexpected kindness, but you shake your head. “None for me, thanks.”
“I said,” Red Hood says, placing his gun on the table menacingly. “Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”
Well. So much for kindness. You’re about as dumb as Red Hood’s subtle, which is to say only at your benefit and very much at will, so you only sigh and push the papers aside. He watches you rise and sit, and pick up the fork, before he does the same. You eat in silence.
After a few bites, you stop being disgruntled at his coercion and grateful that he’s got something other than a protein bar in you because you were, in fact, quite hungry. That’s not something you can say—or at least not in any way which he would accept, so you just shut up and eat your meal happily. That seems to be enough for him, as he watches you finish the whole plate with a satisfied expression.
“Good?” He asks.
“Yeah, actually,” you beam.
Even when he stands and brings the dishes over to the sink to wash, you are reluctant to leave your spot at the table. You watch him rinse and sponge the plates and pan, the knife and spoon and cutting board, and your afternoon tea mug. He washes his hands thoroughly and rinses his mouth with the dubious tap water again. A thorough, judicious man. He’s played remarkably nice this evening. You wonder if Oracle’s been pulling his ear to leave you alone.
When he finishes, he walks slowly the remainder of the narrow hallway of your kitchen back to the dinner table and leans against the threshold. The long line of his body catches you off guard, always so unexpectedly graceful despite his musculature, his brutality. You hold his gaze serenely, trying not to cave under his scrutiny.
This is why you don’t like the Red Hood. Every time he looks at you, he sees you wholly. As you are. Not, crucially, as you want. It has been this way since the first time he laid eyes on you—a single glance and he had taken the measure of you. No further explanation, no time to make amends. And what’s worse: he expects you to be honest. He expects you to say what he can read in your face. He doesn’t let it go when you deflect, when you coat your truths in niceties. He wants it raw and open.
You can’t play dumb with Jason Todd.
He breaks the silence first. “Were you expecting Grayson this evening?”
The non-sequitur catches you so off guard you break eye contact accidentally. What’s Nightwing got to do with anything?
“No?” You say, evidently baffled. “Nightwing’s been off-world all week. Why would he be coming around?”
He cocks his head to the side, sucks in the bit of flesh below his lower lip. "So you knew it was me who'd be coming around?"
"Obviously?" What is he going on about? He clearly doesn't believe you, either. It's childish when you stomp your foot and whine, but he always brings out the worst in you. "I'm serious, Hood. I've been waiting for you all evening. Just you."
Jason pushes off the wall and approaches, staring you down with slightly raised eyebrows. “Then, if you knew Dick wasn't coming with, what are you looking so fuckable for?”
Despite how much it bruises your pride, you cannot help but sputter. The staring is one thing, the passing brushes are another—even the stupid pulling at your pigtails like you’re both in kindergarten is… permissible. But this? Coming at you so straightforwardly when all you know how to do is circumvent and hide? Desperately, you respond to the one thing in that sentence you can make sense of: the accusation.
“I don’t like Nightwing,” you whine. Jason fixes you with a look of dry incredulity. You huff. How you despise him. He can’t even let you lie. “And I don’t dress for him either.”
“Hm.” He reaches over to pull at the neckline of your admittedly skimpy top, his knuckle brushing against your chest. “Sure.”
You bat his hand away, and stand up, but that leaves you much closer to him than you expected. Or wanted. “This is not fuckable,” you grit out. “This is… pajamas.”
Jason cranes his neck to take a close look at you, every bit as assessing as the first one had been. One of his large hands comes to play with the hem of your shorts, pushes it up just a smidge, and the pads of his fingers are rough and calloused against your outer thigh. Your eyelids flutter, and he has the nerve to smile.
“That’s a blatant lie, you know,” he says, dipping his head low so the words brush against your lips. “Try a little, huh?”
“This seems like a you problem, my guy,” you snap, so close you might as well be speaking into his mouth. You need to get away. You don’t.
Jason’s smug when you gasp after his hands close around your ass and bring you forward, flush against his body. The hardness in his pants trapped between you, a pressing weight just below where it should be. Should be? What are you—but Jason adjusts before you can scold yourself, lining up your crotch with his and grinding. It feels bigger this way, which is insane because it's already pretty fucking huge, and a hot flash of desire runs through you lightning-quick and just as obliterating. You slump against him, head on his shoulder.
“That’s my problem,” he murmurs against your ear. His thumbs press just under your asscheeks, playful. “You gon’ do anything about it?”
#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader#red hood x reader#dc imagine#satplotdb#the universe laboured against this post's existence btw. this closed on me like three times nothing saved#it was right to do so bc it's awful but i <3 dont care <3#ideally what happens next is you and the hood make out and dry hump against each other#and in the middle of it he gets called away on an emergency and he curses the entire wayne family line as he goes out#but right as he's suiting up he looks at you (still on the floor by the table btw)#and is like. dont even think about touching yourself I'm coming back.#but i dont wanna write that so <3#iiiii forgot to warn for the ending sorry
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