#foosball coffee table

[ernestoperry]

Contemporary Family Room - Game Room Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary enclosed vinyl floor game room remodel with gray walls, no fireplace and a wall-mounted tv

[allonsyblue]

Paris Game Room Family Room Example of a mid-sized tuscan open concept game room design with white walls, a standard fireplace and a plaster fireplace

[420technoblazeit]

in my mind dean was always supposed to get older and become the new bobby. like ok you're a hunter, maybe a little new to the scene and still figuring things out. and you're tracking down a werewolf, easy case. except some things don't line up quite right and now you're thinking it might not actually be a werewolf. so you ask around a hunter's bar and they all say the same thing. go to this one bunker in the middle of nowhere in kansas

and you're like sure what the hell. you're stumped anyway, might as well check it out. maybe it's a weapons storehouse or something. but then you get there and there's a doorbell and a bee-shaped welcome mat out front and you're starting to think you've got the wrong place. the door swings open and there's this middle aged guy with a robe and batman pyjama bottoms. and he laughs at the look on your face and tells you to come in, he doesn't bite. not since he got that vampire cure, anyway. you're not sure what to make of that last part but he winks at you when he says it so you figure he's joking. maybe.

he gives great advice about hunting everything under the sun and if you stick around long enough he'll go on and on about how he saved the world at least five times. ok sure. you don't want to be rude so you just sit there and sip your coffee politely while he talks about some guy called chuck and how much of a bitch he is. and another guy who's aged a little more gracefully comes padding down the hallway in a metallica t-shirt and rolls his eyes. has he told you about tvland yet? ('i was just getting to that part!')

if you go to the basement you'll find shotguns filled with salt, wooden stakes, holy water, and demon-killing bullets for sale. and if you're lucky the witch who sells hex bags might be around. low-grade curses only, of course. you better leave the powerful stuff to the professionals. and she'll get in trouble if she gives you anything stronger, not that she can't be persuaded. a girl's gotta make a living after all and she's always encouraged eager new witches. it's worked out pretty well for her so far. and then a guy you swear is twice your height will raise an eyebrow at her and insist she only sell the weaker hex bags, please. you don't need any more witches in your coven, rowena. you've got plenty

pagan god giving you trouble? there's a man who swings by every once in a while who knows how to deal with those. give him some candy or a fun magic relic and he might help you out. it depends. he's a little picky about dishing out advice and he likes to play favorites. and if you've got a demon problem they can give you the number of a guy who swears up and down that he used to be the king of hell. but you've seen him walking around with a purse-sized terrier tucked under his arm and a dozen more following him so you're not really sure if you believe him

idk i like to think that dean got to grow old and retire. that doesn't mean he stops helping people, it just means he hangs up his coat and becomes an old man who rambles on and on about 'back in my day' and makes a dent in his leather armchair. there's a foosball table where the dungeon used to be and sam complains about beer bottles being everywhere and it becomes a safe haven for anyone still fighting the good fight. it's just that for dean and the rest of team free will the fight is over. they're done hunting now

[theseptembersim]

The Gnome's Arms

Rework of The Gnome's Arms in Henford-on-Bagley to be a tradtional English country pub to make your Sims feel all cosy.

Complete with foosball table, gaming tables, darts, busking station and a TV for sports fan Sims.

MOO and debug used Bath: 7 World: Henford-On-Bagley Type: Bar

Origin ID is TheSeptemberSim

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A/N - Apologies for being MIA the last few months, I was moving houses again but I am finally settled and ready to play Sims once again.

[setsuuestsu]

New Years

Sickie: Jungkook | Caretakers: OT7 | Word Count: 721

“Ten!”

“Hh-tschh!”

“Nine!”

“Hh-ptschoo!”

“Eight!”

“etschoo!”

“Seven!” 

“heh-etsch!”

“Six!”

“Hh-tschh!”

“Five!”

“Tschoo!”

“Four!”

“Heh-ptschoo!”

“Three!”

“etschh!”

“Two!”

“hih-tschoo!”

“One!”

“Hah-tschoo!”

Namjoon frowns. “Jungkook-ah, you’re cold still hasn’t gone away?”

The maknae sniffles, blowing his nose into the freshest tissue there is, aka the one at the top of the box.  “Yeah, I caught it like … around the beginning of December, and it still isn’t much better.” 

To his right, Hoseok lets out a tut. “Have you gone to the doctor, baby?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Uh huh, and all they said was to rest and drink fluids.”

Of course, Taehyung lets out a gasp. “That can’t be! You have to be well enough for our foosball match later. Everyone else in this room is either not good enough to even turn the knobs on the table or is too old to even see the ball!”

Namjoon opens his mouth to rebuke that statement but then seems to mull over Taehyung’s words. He shuts his mouth and then shakes his head.

But Jin doesn’t take Taehyung’s complaint as well. “What do you mean, too old??”

The second youngest gulps. “Oh shit. What I meant to say was—“

Unfortunately Jungkook can’t hear the rest of Taehyung’s lame ass excuse because he’s doubled over sneezing again. The last excuse Taehyung had used was against their university gym teacher. The teacher had asked why Taehyung wasn’t wearing his gym pants and his hyung had quickly stated something along the lines of “You see, I went to open my closet door this morning, where my pants were hanging up and then the pant leg had gotten stuck to the doorknob and when I opened it, they ripped.”

At the time Jungkook had facepalmed but looking back on it, it was a damn good excuse. 

Yoongi sighs from his seat on the rug, leaning against the couch. At the moment the second eldest has a lapful of Hoseok. Yoongi’s running his fingers through Hoseok’s hair as the dance instructor comes close to the human equivalent of purring. “Can we just celebrate the New Year like a normal gaggle of gays?”

Jungkook coughs out a laugh, which then becomes just a normal coughing fit. 

Right after Yoongi’s statement, Jimin is tackled to the floor by Taehyung and the two start wrestling. Yoongi slumps back into the couch. 

“Do we have any more tissues, perchance?” Jungkook asks, pressing the back of his hand to his nose. It’s not conventional, but it’s better than the love of his life (Namjoon, for Christ’s sake) seeing him all snotty and gross. 

“You can’t just say perchance!” Jin shouts, but he throws an unopened box of tissues at the maknae.

Once he’s finished blowing his nose, he throws the used tissue into a little plastic bag he had placed on the coffee table in front of him. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Namjoon asks, his brow wrinkled in a marvelous, sexy, leader voice and oh my gosh, now that’s all he can think about because wow Namjoon would make a great leader of some idol group or something and perhaps wear those shorts he usually wears to the beach that show off his thiccc thighs and—

“Jungkook-ah,” Jin clears his throat. “Joonie asked you a question.”

The maknae’s eyes widen and he snaps out of his daydream. “Oh, yes. I’m fine. Really.”

He quickly adds, “If it weren’t for the sneezing and the stuffy nose, this cold would literally be gone by now.”

“Are you sure you aren’t contagious?” Yoongi asks, wrinkling his nose, making a shoo’ing motion with his hands. He only ends up whacking Hoseok in the eye, who whines and sits up in response.

Jungkook nods. “It’s been like, a month. If I were contagious, one of you would have been sick by now. And no one’s sick.”

Yoongi hums, relaxing slightly. Jungkook knows the eldest hates starting out the new year with a cold, having done it for the past twenty-two years, according to Yoongi’s mother.

Of course, at that exact moment, Hoseok sneezes into his elbow. 

Yoongi looks horrified, quickly pushing Hoseok’s head off of his lap. 

“Get off!” he shrieks, the loudest Jungkook has ever heard Min Yoongi.

But he smiles to himself. Even though he’s sick, at least it won’t be a quiet New Year’s.  

[twopoppies]

Ooh I wanna play the game with the private Larry questions!!

What is their favorite breakfast/dinner to eat:

Breakfast - avocado toast but Louis refuses, so Harry thaws him some carrot cake breakfast muffins. He’s happy.

Dinner - obviously chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of homemade mash

Favorite spot in the house - like I can’t even come up with a pg answer, it’s gonna be a sex swing or something even more kinky. Or Louis will have a coffee table that’s also a foosball table.

Who chose the bedding in their room - Louis. Duvet cover with some sort of pun or inside joke.

What does their house smell like: Weed and Cookies.

Who packs/unloads the dishwasher: Definitely Harry

What does the Christmas tree look like: a real tree, filled with mismatched decorations from home and random decorations they have picked up over the years

After all these years, what do they buy each other for Christmas: Lego. they give lots of little thoughtful gifts throughout the year, but Christmas is for Lego

What are the saved as in each others phone: some code name, idk, don’t think they’d use real names

The Christmas tree. 🥹🥹🥹🥹 Not some perfectly decorated monstrosity—a real family tree.

In reference to this

[lightdancingwords]

Crossroads of the Heart - Part Five of ?

Pairings: CJ Braxton x Y/N Female reader

Series Summary: Y/N is a psychology major assigned to shadow CJ at The Stand, unaware he's the one who basically saved her life four years before. CJ is unaware that she's the one who left a notable impact on him over the phone four years ago. As they navigate the work at The Stand, they develop a spark that demands revelation and connection.

Word Count: 3,012

Tags/Warnings: A little bit of fluff(?), some angst, mention of s*icide in the storyline

A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! Evidently my muse won't shut up, so here we go! A new story in a new setting! I hope you all enjoy!

Dividers: credit to @saradika-graphics

Chapter Five: Growing Connection

A month into her practicum, Y/N had found her place at The Stand. The once-daunting environment now felt like a second home, thanks to the people she worked with. Gabby had become a close friend, her playful energy and constant encouragement making every shift a little brighter. The two often spent their breaks together, sharing snacks and swapping stories about their lives outside of work.

“Don’t forget, we’re hitting the café after this,” Gabby said one afternoon during their break. “You still owe me coffee for beating me at foosball last week.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “You just like an excuse for a caramel latte.”

“Guilty as charged,” Gabby replied, grinning.

Priya, ever the calming presence, had taken on a big-sister role in Y/N’s life. She offered advice on everything from handling difficult calls to navigating the ups and downs of adulthood. During quieter moments at The Stand, Priya would sit with Y/N, sharing anecdotes from her years of experience as a counselor.

“You’re doing great, Y/N,” Priya said one evening after a tough call. “You’ve got this way of making people feel safe. That’s not something you can teach—it’s just part of who you are.”

Y/N blushed at the compliment. “Thanks, Priya. That means a lot coming from you.”

Even Miles, who had initially seemed reserved and sarcastic, had warmed up to Y/N. The two often bantered during shifts, their friendly teasing becoming a highlight of Y/N’s day.

“Don’t you have, like, a million notes in that notebook by now?” Miles asked one day, nodding toward the ever-present item on Y/N’s desk.

“I’m thorough,” Y/N replied, smirking. “Unlike some people who just wing it.”

Miles snorted. “Winging it is an art form. You should try it sometime.”

And then there was CJ.

Over the weeks, CJ had made an effort to get to know Y/N better. Their conversations, once professional and surface-level, had grown deeper and more personal. He asked her about her hobbies, her family, and what had brought her to psychology in the first place.

“So, what’s with the notebook?” he asked one evening as they were tidying up after their shift. “You’re always writing in it.”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers brushing the edge of the notebook. “It’s kind of my everything book. I write notes about calls, but I also jot down ideas, lines, random thoughts. It helps me process things.”

CJ nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a good habit. I should probably try something like that.”

“You’re welcome to borrow mine,” Y/N teased, holding it out to him. “But good luck making sense of my handwriting.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll stick to my Post-it notes, thanks.”

Their conversations often drifted into personal territory. Y/N had shared bits and pieces of her family history—how her mother’s death had left a void that her father’s remarriage hadn’t filled. CJ listened intently, offering quiet support without pushing her to say more than she wanted to.

One evening, as they wrapped up a long shift, Y/N turned the tables. “What about you? You’re always asking about me, but I don’t know much about your family.”

CJ hesitated, his usual calm demeanor flickering for a moment. “My family’s... complicated,” he admitted. “But they’ve always had my back. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Y/N tilted her head, her curiosity evident. “Like when you were younger? You mentioned before that things were rough.”

CJ nodded, his gaze dropping briefly before meeting hers again. “Yeah. I wasn’t the easiest kid to deal with. But they stuck by me, and eventually, I got my act together. I owe them a lot.”

Y/N smiled softly. “They must be proud of you.”

“I hope so,” CJ said, his voice quieter now.

“I’m sure they are,” Y/N said kindly.

CJ enjoyed their growing connection, and it wasn’t easy to ignore the warmth he felt whenever she was around—the way her smile lit up the room or how her kindness seemed to make even the hardest days a little easier.

CJ often found himself catching small glimpses of her during shifts, whether she was handling a tough call or laughing with Gabby over some inside joke. It wasn’t something he could explain, but there was a pull—a quiet connection he couldn’t ignore.

Y/N, for her part, noticed the way CJ’s presence had a grounding effect on her. His steadiness, his quiet humor, and the way he genuinely cared about everyone at The Stand made her feel safe. And yet, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more between them—something unspoken, hovering just beneath the surface.

For now, they both stayed within the lines, keeping their growing bond tucked away in shared moments and quiet conversations. But in the back of their minds, the question lingered: How long could they pretend it was just friendship?

The soft hum of activity in The Stand had dimmed during Y/N’s call, the weight of the situation commanding the room's attention. The student on the other end of the line had been struggling with thoughts of suicide, their voice trembling as they described feeling like they had no way out.

Y/N had done everything she could to stay calm, but midway through, she’d glanced at CJ, her eyes filled with a silent plea for help. He’d immediately stepped in, sliding into the seat next to her and taking over the conversation seamlessly. His voice, steady and warm, wrapped around the caller like a lifeline, offering validation, support, and a path forward. Y/N sat beside him, her heart racing as she listened to every word, her fingers clutching her notebook tightly.

When the call finally ended, CJ hung up gently, letting out a quiet breath before turning to Y/N. “You okay?” he asked, his tone low but concerned.

Y/N nodded quickly, her movements stiff. “Yeah, I just—” She stopped, her voice faltering. Her hands trembled slightly as she set her pen down, and her gaze dropped to the desk. “It was just... a lot.”

CJ’s brow furrowed, his attention fixed on her. “Y/N, it’s okay. That was a tough call. You did everything you could.”

She nodded again, but her breathing was shallow, and her eyes looked distant, unfocused. CJ recognized the signs of someone spiraling, their mind pulling them somewhere else entirely.

“Hey,” he said softly, leaning closer but keeping his movements slow. “You’re here, okay? You’re safe.”

Y/N’s lips parted as if to respond, but instead, her chest tightened, and a memory surged forward unbidden.

It was four years ago. Y/N had been sitting alone in her dorm room, the weight of grief and loneliness pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. Her mother’s death had left a void she couldn’t fill, and her father’s remarriage had only deepened her sense of isolation. That night, the darkness had felt insurmountable.

Her hand had trembled as she dialed The Stand, unsure of what she was even looking for. The line had rung once, twice, and then a voice answered.

“The Stand, teen helpline, how can I help you tonight?”

She hadn’t been able to speak at first, her throat tight with unshed tears. But his voice—calm, patient, and kind—had eased some of the tension. Slowly, she’d begun to talk, haltingly at first, but then spilling everything: her mom’s death, her father’s neglect, the suffocating loneliness.

Y/N hesitated. Did she actually dare to speak? Did she dare to try and get help? The silence stretched out, and she wasn’t sure how to begin.

“I—I’m sorry, this was a mistake,” she finally said.

“It's okay,” CJ said. “Let’s take a breath. Why did you call?” The soft tone was comforting.

The memory hit Y/N like a wave, and she gasped, her hand flying to her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. Her surroundings blurred, and for a moment, it was as if she were back in that dorm room, gripping the phone like a lifeline.

“Y/N,” CJ’s voice broke through the fog, gentle but firm. “Look at me.”

She blinked, her vision clearing as her gaze found his. His green eyes were steady, grounding her in the present.

“You’re okay,” CJ said, his voice soft but sure. “Take a deep breath. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

Y/N obeyed, her breaths shaky at first but gradually evening out. She clutched the edge of the desk, anchoring herself as the room came back into focus.

CJ watched her carefully, his tone even. “Do you want to step outside for a minute? Get some air?”

She nodded wordlessly, and he stood, motioning for her to follow. He led her to the small courtyard outside The Stand, the crisp air brushing against her skin. They stood in silence for a moment before CJ spoke.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on,” he said gently. “But if you want to talk, I’m here.”

Y/N hesitated, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the ground. “It’s just... the call reminded me of something,” she admitted finally, her voice barely audible. “Something I went through. A long time ago.”

CJ didn’t push, his tone careful. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. Whatever it was, it must have been hard.”

“It was,” Y/N said, her voice trembling. “But... I got through it. Someone helped me. Someone at The Stand, actually.”

CJ’s chest tightened, but he kept his expression neutral. “I’m glad you called,” he said softly. “Whoever you spoke to... they must’ve seen how strong you are.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe. I just... I never forgot how much it meant. That someone was there.”

CJ’s gaze lingered on her, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at the back of his mind. He thought of the call that had stayed with him all these years—the girl who had sounded so lost but had fought so hard to hold on. Could it be...?

He didn’t dare ask, not yet. Instead, he offered her a small, reassuring smile. “And now you’re doing the same for others. That’s something to be proud of.”

Y/N looked at him, her eyes glistening but steady. “Thanks, CJ. For being here.”

“Always,” he said, his voice firm but warm.

As they stood together in the quiet courtyard, both of them felt the weight of unspoken truths hanging between them. Neither knew the full story, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the connection—the understanding—and the shared determination to keep moving forward, one step at a time.

The end-of-shift hum filled The Stand as everyone began packing up for the day. The second shift had settled into their rhythm, and the first shift was winding down, chatting quietly as they gathered their things. Y/N sat at her desk, carefully tucking her notebook into her bag when Gabby plopped down in the chair next to her, grinning as usual.

“You and that notebook,” Gabby teased, nudging Y/N lightly. “What’s in there, anyway? The secrets to world peace?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “It’s just... my everything book. Notes from calls, lines, random thoughts. Nothing special.”

Gabby’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Random thoughts? Like what? Let me see!”

Y/N hesitated, holding the notebook protectively against her chest. “It’s personal.”

“Come on,” Gabby pleaded, clasping her hands together dramatically. “I’m your friend! I won’t judge. Promise.”

Y/N sighed, glancing around the room as if gauging whether it was safe. Finally, she opened the notebook to a random page and handed it to Gabby. “Fine. But don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Gabby’s grin widened as she flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the neat but expressive handwriting. Her smile softened as she reached a section filled with short, fragmented lines of poetry.

“This is beautiful,” Gabby said, her voice quieter now. “You write poetry?”

“Sometimes,” Y/N admitted, her cheeks flushing. “It’s not really a big deal. Just something I do to clear my head.”

“Not a big deal?” Gabby repeated, looking up at her in disbelief. “Y/N, this is amazing! Why didn’t you tell me you were a poet?”

Y/N shook her head, embarrassed. “Because I’m not. It’s just... bits and pieces. Nothing finished or polished.”

Gabby ignored her protests, flipping through a few more pages before jumping to her feet. “Priya! Come here. You have to see this.”

“Gabby!” Y/N hissed, reaching for the notebook, but Gabby danced out of reach, waving it in the air like a prized possession.

Priya wandered over, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N’s a secret poet,” Gabby declared, holding the notebook out to Priya. “Look at this.”

Y/N buried her face in her hands, groaning. “It’s not a big deal, Priya. Please don’t—”

But Priya was already flipping through the pages, her expression softening as she read. “Y/N, this is lovely,” she said after a moment. “You’ve got such a way with words. These are full of emotion and depth.”

Y/N peeked out from behind her hands, her cheeks still pink. “You really think so?”

“I do,” Priya said firmly, closing the notebook and handing it back to her. “You have a gift, Y/N. You should share it more.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N mumbled, tucking the notebook back into her bag. “It’s just something I do for me.”

Gabby crossed her arms, smirking. “Well, now it’s something you do for all of us, because we’re officially your biggest fans.”

Y/N laughed despite herself, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

As the three of them chatted, CJ stood nearby, packing up his bag. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but their conversation had caught his attention. The mention of poetry sent his mind spiraling back to the framed poem on his desk—the one that had stayed with him all these years.

He glanced over at Y/N, who was laughing as Gabby dramatically proclaimed herself Y/N’s future manager. CJ’s chest tightened slightly, his thoughts drifting to the quiet evening he’d spoken to a lost girl over the phone. He wondered, not for the first time, if the poem and the person in front of him were connected.

Shaking the thought away, he slung his bag over his shoulder and approached the group, his tone light. “What’s all the excitement about over here?”

“Y/N’s a poet,” Gabby declared, grinning. “And she’s amazing.”

CJ raised an eyebrow, glancing at Y/N. “A poet, huh? Didn’t see that one coming.”

Y/N waved a hand dismissively, still blushing. “It’s nothing, really.”

Gabby shot her a playful glare. “It’s not nothing! She’s being modest.”

CJ smiled faintly, his gaze lingering on Y/N for a moment longer than necessary. “Well, I’d love to read something someday. If you’re ever willing to share.”

Y/N met his eyes briefly, her expression softening. “Maybe. Someday.”

The weight of her words lingered as the group began to disperse, each heading off for the evening. CJ watched Y/N, the faintest flicker of curiosity and something deeper stirring in his chest. Someday, he thought to himself. Maybe someday.

When Y/N turned and walked toward the exit, CJ’s eyes followed her until she disappeared through the door. Priya smirked, walking over to him with a knowing look. “You’ve been staring,” she said lightly, setting her mug down on his desk.

CJ blinked, startled out of his thoughts. “What? No, I wasn’t.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Priya said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on, or should I just assume you’ve got a crush on her?”

CJ sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Priya, come on. It’s not like that.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly unconvinced. “Look, I’ve been around long enough to know the signs. You like her, don’t you?”

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to his desk as he fiddled with the strap of his bag. “I don’t know,” he admitted finally. “Maybe. I mean, she’s... incredible. Smart, kind, funny. She just... gets it, you know?”

Priya’s expression softened as she leaned against the desk, her tone gentler now. “So, what’s the problem?”

CJ let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “The problem is, I don’t know if she feels the same. She’s always so focused, so professional. I don’t want to assume anything.”

Priya studied him for a moment, then smiled faintly. “CJ, you’re overthinking this. You care about her, and from what I’ve seen, she cares about you too. The way she looks at you, the way she lights up when you’re around—it’s not nothing.”

CJ looked up at her, his expression conflicted. “You really think so?”

“I do,” Priya said firmly. “But you’re never going to know for sure if you keep holding back.”

He sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to mess this up. She’s... special.”

Priya smiled, her voice warm. “That’s exactly why you should trust your instincts. You’re not the kind of person who rushes into things, CJ. If this feels different, it’s because it is.”

He nodded slowly, her words settling over him like a quiet reassurance. “Thanks, Priya.”

“Anytime,” she said, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “Just don’t let your uncertainty stop you from seeing where this could go. Life’s too short for that.”

CJ offered her a small smile, the tension in his chest easing slightly. As Priya grabbed her mug and headed for the door, he sat back in his chair, his thoughts lingering on Y/N.

The truth was, he didn’t just like her—he admired her. And that scared him more than he cared to admit. But as he replayed their conversations in his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder: Could Priya be right? Could there be something more between them, waiting to be discovered?

For now, all CJ could do was take it one step at a time—and hope that when the moment came, he’d find the courage to take the leap.

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[katz-chow]

blissful ignorance

synopsis: Grey's Anatomy is not a show that is praised for its medical accuracy. Although some cases are better than others, this show is just downright frustrating to the trained eyes. aka: 141 boys really appreciate their Doc and love to entertain their many rants.

warnings: sfw but nsfw jokes, fluff, platonic reader but they're close with Gaz & Soap, Grey's Anatomy, medical gore(?)

a/n: i genuinely hate Grey's Anatomy so much, I too, have not watched a single episode. Sorry for those who love this show, but I just can't watch it without being upset at its inaccuracies. So if I get any show things wrong, my bad guys.

Being a medic meant there was a lot of time in between saving 20 men and women in an hour to having nothing to do but count how many flushes you have in the storage room. But when the time hits, there's never enough of it.

But you managed, you always did, because being a head medic meant that you had to be 3 things; quick, efficient, and decisive. You were a master of these values and elements, which made you the best medical personnel this task force had ever seen. From being your field medic's eyes to managing medevacs when they land in your medical bay.

Today was different, however, because well...there was no one hurt. It was as if God had answered your prayers and given you the chance to clock out at 4 pm instead of 4 am.

Trudging over to the rec room, the boys were also left to their own devices for the rest of the night. Soap laid on the cracking leather couch with his feet up on the small wooden coffee table with Gaz on the floor by his feet, a plate of food in his hand. Price and Ghost were on their bets again as the foosball table shook underneath their intensity and focus for 50 bucks.

"What're you two watching?" You smiled as you sat down on the couch with them, propping your legs onto Soap's lap.

Gaz took a piece of a salty cracker and reached up behind him for you. You reach forwards and bite it out of his hand. "We're watching Grey's Anatomy, apparently it's the only thing on right now."

You scoffed as you chewed, throwing your head back onto the leather armrest. "Fucking hate this show, it's so damn stupid."

Soap's hand laid onto your leg as he rubbed it up and down in instinct. "C'mon Doc, it can't be that bad...I mean it's a medical show that's been going on longer than you've been alive probably."

You kicked him in his chest lightly, but enough to get your point across. "I've never watched a damn episode but I can tell you, no fucking intern can do surgery in any hospital! It's just wrong and very risky!"

On the tv, you can hear some of the main characters complain about how their colleagues are stitching wrong. At first, you started to focus on the stitching technique to nitpick but soon it dawned on you that these interns were stitching up their fellow intern's shoulder. You gasped and screamed, "Oh my god?! She did that on purpose?!"

"Sounds like something you'd do, Doc," Ghost's voice boomed over to the three of you as he slaps 50 bucks into Price's palm. Price snorts and pats him on the back as they leaned over the couch to watch with you.

You took offense to his comment and crossed your arms and huffed. "Not at all, I love my techs but I love me more. This is just weird..."

Price scoffed and stood up straight from his place on the backside of the couch. "You do you, Kiddo, but you do seem the type to do that."

You groaned and threw your head back dramatically, giving up on this show. "I had a good day today and this show ruined it! I mean come on, who in their right mind would let INTERNS perform life-threatening surgery on them?"

Price looked at Ghost, they shared a look, and both shook their heads as they went back to their competition. Gaz screamed as blood squirted out in a surgery scene and you hit him on the head to shut him up like a snooze button. "I don't even know what they hit, they probably killed that woman from holding a scalpel like that. Might as well use a switchblade and stab randomly at her."

Johnny stretched himself out and grunted as he draped his arms over the edge of the couch. "Go on, Bonnie, you tell them."

"I'm just saying, why doesn't she just get an actual surgeon?" You grumbled and screamed.

Gaz laid his head back and you rubbed his head. "It's late at night, but it's a big hospital and it's an emergency. It's not hard to find an on-call surgeon that can do a simple appendectomy instead of risking your life just because 'I like my friends.' Stupid, stupid girl!"

Soap giggles with a hand over his mouth as he sees your hand grip Gaz's head and tug it back in forth. Gaz's eyes filled with tears as the pain radiates through his head. "Doc, stop..." He says quietly.

"Yeah, Doc, take a chill pill," Soap laughs as Gaz grasps your wrist and peels your fingers from his skull.

You screamed out in frustration as the one thing that EVERYONE should know, is done wrong in a medical show: CPR. You jump from your seat and tackle Soap out of his spot as you tumble on the ground. Gaz leaps from his spot too and tries to break the two of you away from each other as it quickly turns into a sparring-roughhousing match. Ghost and Price turn over from their game of darts and sigh.

"Johnny, get off of them, by God!" Ghost grumbles as he throws a dart into the 25-ring. Price growled as he slides Ghost a 20.

The two of you stop and you pretend to have collapsed and died as you reach out to Ghost, "Ghost...just know..." you cough, "That I...I...left the oven on..." You flop over and die.

Johnny springs into action as Gaz fakes sobs over your passing, tears forming surprisingly quickly as you feel them fall on your cheek. "No, no! Doc, stay with me here!" Johnny puts his hands over your sternum and prepares to do really bad chest compressions on you. "Don't worry Doc, I saw this on Grey's Anatomy!"

"GET OFF ME YOU SHIT FUCKER!"

[wolfxdreamersims]

🌲Copperdale Waterfront🌲

2 bed 2 bath on Bridgecreek Drive 🌙Speedbuild is on youtube🌙 More pictures and CC links under the cut

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Sixam Home Improvement

LiS Conversions

BGC everyday clutter

Clutterdump part 1 and part 2

Vintage Crockery

Nostalgia Living

Open Screen Door

Blooming Rooms

Max20 PC

Desk Lamp

Rug with fringe

OMSP shelf

Pantry stuff

Industrial kitchen stuff

Coffee Maker

Coastal Kitchen Part 3 Part 4

Fridge

Calliope Bath

Chalk

honey jar

Sixam Cozy Living Room

Lighthouse collection Pictures

Hanging Coat

sneakers

LiS Posters part 1 part 2

more LiS Conversions

cant find the link to the wall writing in the garage, will update once i find it

More lIs Conversions

Foosball Table

Filthy Fabulous

Back to basics kitchen clutter

kitchen rag

folded chair

snowy escape hanging backpack

office set board

i want to believe poster

[sims4t2bb]

(bi)weekly update

Hope the beginning of 2024 has treated you well, and that things are only going to improve. As always, the update is right under the cut:

— Base Game

Dare to be Square, Plain but Pretty, Rustic Riverstone, Dashing Deco, and Art of Subtlety conversions by @simsinlowspace have been added.

— Expansion Packs

Get Together

Hot Shot Foosball Table conversion by @jacky93sims has been added.

High School Years

Single Serve Hammock, Waffle Back Chair, Wicker-Work Loveseat for Two, The Original Launchpad Bed, Wicker-Work Single Bed, and "Drum" Beat Coffee Table conversions by Ladysimplayer8 have been added.

— Stuff Packs

Tiny Living

Not Quite Orbital Sitting and Orbital High Dining conversions by @morepopcorn have been added.

— Kits

Bust the Dust

Debug Dust Bunny and Filth Fiend conversions by @verisimmy have been added.

[screenmobile]

What Can You Do in a Sunroom?

Imagine a space in your home bathed in natural light, offering the perfect balance between the comfort of the indoors and the refreshing ambiance of the outdoors. That’s a sunroom for you. Whether you’re sipping your morning coffee as the sun peeks over the horizon or unwinding after a long day, a sunroom can quickly become your favorite spot in the house.

But let’s get real—if you’re considering adding one or already have a sunroom, you might be wondering: What’s the best way to use it? The good news? The possibilities are endless.

A Cozy Retreat for Relaxation

Let’s start with the obvious: a sunroom is the ultimate relaxation zone. Imagine curling up on a plush couch with a good book while the sunlight filters through large windows. The warmth, the breeze (if you’ve got screens open), and the gentle rustling of leaves outside—it’s like being outdoors without the hassle of bugs or unpredictable weather.

You can take it up a notch by adding:

A hanging egg chair or a hammock for that breezy, vacation-like feel

Soft throw blankets and oversized cushions to sink into

A small indoor fountain for the soothing sound of trickling water

Honestly, a sunroom is the place for a midday nap. The warmth of the sun, a comfy couch, and a slight breeze? Good luck staying awake.

The Ultimate Indoor Garden Space

If you love plants but don’t always have the best luck keeping them alive (we’ve all been there), a sunroom can help. With plenty of natural light, it’s practically a greenhouse without the extreme temperatures.

Some plant-friendly ideas:

Grow herbs like basil, mint, or rosemary for easy access while cooking

Start a mini indoor vegetable garden—cherry tomatoes, peppers, and even small citrus trees thrive in sunrooms

Go for the jungle vibe with ferns, snake plants, and trailing pothos

A sunroom lets you enjoy greenery year-round, even when winter hits. And if you’ve got pets, they’ll probably claim this room as their new favorite sunbathing spot.

A Bright and Inspiring Home Office

Working from home? A sunroom makes a surprisingly great office space. Unlike a typical dark and cramped home office, this space feels open, airy, and energizing—perfect for staying productive.

Some must-haves for a sunroom office:

A sturdy desk that doesn’t block too much light

A comfortable chair (because let’s be real, kitchen chairs aren’t meant for 8-hour shifts)

Blackout curtains or blinds for when the glare gets a little too bright

A sunroom office is also a dream for Zoom meetings—your coworkers will be jealous of all that natural lighting.

A Dining Space with a View

Why eat in a windowless dining room when you could enjoy your meals bathed in sunlight? Turning your sunroom into a dining area gives every meal a little something extra. It’s like dining al fresco without dealing with wind, bugs, or unpredictable weather.

You can make it fancy or casual, depending on your vibe:

A sleek, modern dining table with glass to enhance the airy feel

A rustic farmhouse setup with wooden benches and cozy lighting

A café-style nook with a bistro table and chairs for laid-back brunches

Perfect for weekend breakfasts, family dinners, or even romantic candlelit meals when the moonlight floods in.

A Family Hangout or Game Room

If you’ve got kids (or just love a good board game night), a sunroom makes for a fantastic game or family room.

A few ideas to make it extra fun:

A ping pong or foosball table if you have space

A cozy seating area with bean bags for board games or puzzles

A small bar cart for adult game nights (wine + a view = perfection)

It’s a space where everyone can unwind together, whether it’s a lazy Sunday afternoon or a fun-filled game night.

A Private Yoga or Meditation Retreat

Need a peaceful escape? A sunroom is the ideal spot for yoga, stretching, or just unwinding in silence. Unlike other rooms in the house, it’s free from distractions—just you, nature, and some much-needed relaxation.

What you’ll need:

A yoga mat and some floor cushions for stretching or meditation

A diffuser with calming essential oils like lavender or eucalyptus

Soft lighting or candles for an even more tranquil atmosphere

Nothing beats greeting the day with a few sun salutations in a room literally filled with sunshine.

A Pet Paradise

If you have pets, especially cats and dogs, a sunroom is basically their dream come true. They get all the warmth of the sun, a front-row seat to the outside world, and zero risk of running into trouble.

Set up their own little space with:

A comfy pet bed near a sunny window

A cat tree or perch for the best lookout spot

Toys and blankets to make it feel cozy and welcoming

And let’s be real, even if you design the sunroom for yourself, your pet will probably claim it as their new favorite nap spot.

A Seasonal Party Room

Whether it’s summer barbecues, holiday dinners, or casual get-togethers, a sunroom is the perfect entertainment space. Guests love the indoor-outdoor feel, and it keeps the party going even when the weather outside isn’t cooperating.

Some ideas for an entertaining-ready sunroom:

String lights or lanterns to add a warm, cozy glow

A small bar area for easy drink mixing

Plenty of comfy seating so guests can lounge and chat

Hosting becomes way more fun when you don’t have to worry about rain ruining your plans.

A Safe Outdoor Space for Allergy Sufferers

Love the idea of sitting outside but hate dealing with pollen? A sunroom lets you enjoy the beauty of nature without sneezing your way through it.

By adding screens or filtering windows, you get all the benefits of fresh air without seasonal allergies ruining your day. Plus, it keeps out mosquitoes and other pests—because nothing kills relaxation faster than getting eaten alive by bugs.

A Sunroom That Evolves with You

The beauty of a sunroom? It doesn’t have to stay just one thing. Maybe today it’s a reading nook, but in a few years, it could be a playroom for kids, an art studio, or even a guest room.

It’s a space that grows and adapts to your lifestyle, making it one of the smartest home investments out there.

Final Thoughts

A sunroom isn’t just an extra space—it’s the space where life happens. Morning coffee, lazy afternoons, late-night conversations. Whether you’re using it for work, play, or just a quiet escape, it’s one of the most versatile and enjoyable rooms in any home.

Thinking about adding a sunroom or upgrading the one you have? Screenmobile South Bend has everything you need to create a space that fits your lifestyle perfectly. From custom screens to full enclosures, they’ll help bring your vision to life.

So, what’s your sunroom going to be?

[moose-mousse]

I work for insane people

So… I started work a few months ago and...

I keep being impressed with corporations lowering my expectations.

Like. EVERY time I think "Surely, this is as incompetent as it gets".

The boss is nice, the workers are nice, every PERSON is great so far. But the firm is just… fucked in ways that makes it hard to not scream with laughter.

It is like working in the ministry of silly walks by Monty Python. Insane things are happening, and everyone just acts like it is normal.

A dude was stating to someone else near me, that despite the costumers saying they did not want it, his code that crashed the application once a day, was NECESSARY, because writing code without memory leaks in C is basically impossible. Like… I just have all these small moments of insanity. Completely disconnected from each-other

My boss showing me and the other 3 new hires the coffee room, where a big screen proudly shows that not a single software product have 100% code coverage… as in, not a single person in this entire building filled with software people knows how code coverage works. He then points out an empty bowl, and declares "Twice a week, there is a fruit event". By which he means, fresh fruit is provided, and people can just grab some…. just said by a alien who is pretending to be human. Badly.

He then explained that the 2 coffee machines in here makes bad coffee. He then takes us to the copy room, showing us that THIS is where the GOOD coffee machine is. Which only takes coffee beans from a SPECIFIC vendor (Is… is the coffee machine… sponsored????)

He briefly pets the Foosball table (Again, in the copy room), which is jammed up against the wall so you can only reach the controls on one side ( Because, again, it is a copy room, and there is not enough space for it ) and he exclaims "Ahhhh… Not enough people are using this"

Suggesting, that he is trying to promote the little known sport "Single-player Foosball">

I start setting up my work PC and... Whenever any of the developers in this place wants to install things on their PC's, including compilers and testing frameworks, they have to either use the "SOFTWARE CENTER" program, which installs it FOR you… or in 10% of the cases, fails, without giving you any context for why it did that, and no tools for fixing it. Is it missing a dependency? Not working with the OS? Who knows!

Some programs cannot be installed like this though, because the SOFTWARE CENTER is not updated a lot. And when you want to install something the normal way… You get a popup, where you must provide a written explanation for why you need to have temporary admin rights to your own dang PC … you then submit that, and your screen will then be watched remotely by a worker from India, for a varied amount of time you are not told…

Or at least it says so. Maybe the Indian dude watching me is just an empty threat. Who knows. But they get to see me running absolutely… BONKERS .bat files

Like, I CHECKED them, and a good 80% of them calls a Power-Shell script in the folder above it, called "YES_OR_NO.ps1" which opens a windows 95 window informing you that DURING INSTALLATION YOU MAY NOT USE THE KEYBOARD OR MOUSE, AS IT MAY DISTURB THE SCRIPT THAT WILL INSTALL THE PROGRAM. A normal installation wizard then runs, except the developers are not trusted to click the buttons, and instead the script does it for you by moving and clicking the mouse.

All of this is documented. In markdown like reasonable people? Of course not! It is in ENHANCED markdown. Which is markdown in the same way javascript is java.

ENHANCED markdown requires browser and visual studio code extensions to be read. Completely missing the point of markdown being readable both raw and encoded… And sometimes word documents And sometimes power-point presentations left next to another bat file… this one calling the .exe file… right next to it…. I later found out is because the idea USED to be that all documentation MUST be made with Microsoft office tools.

I had to read the code of conduct today. And it was actually very well written.

I then watched a interactive animation telling me about the code of conduct… which it not only got a fact wrong about, it also broke it once.

I repeat. The introductory course in the code of conduct… broke the code of conduct'

After I watched that, and read the safety material…. which literally just said "Wear safety boots in the production floor"… I was then show the testing room.

I was lead to a different building, saying hello to the Vice CEO who was walking the other way, we walk into the production floor, ignored the fact that none of us have safety boots on, and walks into a room, with a 3*2 meter wide machine, several meters tall.

We edge around it, quietly hoping no one turns it on, since we would get slammed by it if they did, and walk down some stairs into the basement. Casually walk over a small river in the floor from a pipe that is leaking… what I really hope is water, and over to a shelf rack FILLED with the most MacGyver shit you ever did see.

Including, but not limited to, the 3D printed plastic block, with a piston that repeatedly smacking half a aluminum nameplate over the device it is testing. You see, it is a capacitance button, and it is testing it by simulating a human finger pressing it many thousands of times, a saws off antenna which is the end of a cable that is attached to it via a nice thick bolt, so it can send fake signals into it.

And of course the 24 volt, 5 amp system that is turning a circuit board on and off again, until it will crack.

We walk back out, remembering to step over the small river, which never even got a comment, and walk back to my department It is SO great. It is like working in the ministry of silly walks by Monty Python Like… Do I think I can bring value to this company? Like, making it better and more efficient? Yes. It would be hard not to!

And his is the largest pump manufacturer in the world! A super serious company with 4 billion dollars of revenue a year. And it is just… a NUTHOUSE

Like… NEVER believe the myth that corporations are competent.

[msweebyness]

Theater Kid Families

These are the families for my theater kiddos! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002 Enjoy!

Missy:

Axel Rutherford

Raised Missy on his own since his wife died in childbirth

Swimming instructor

Missy's temper comes from him

They argue a lot, but love each other very much

Sees Ondine like another daughter

Jesse:

Imelda Ortega

Possibly the sweetest woman in the world

Except when you hurt her son, ask her ex-husband

Research botanist

Seeing a therapist to work through feelings from her marriage

Good friends with Fred Haprele, Jesse and Mylene ship them

Manolo Ortiz

Massive POS, physically and emotionally abusive

Reason Jesse is blind in one eye

Currently in prison, courtesy of the Tomassians

Involved in a bunch of shady business

Ayesha:

Megan Reynolds

Ray of sunshine gene comes from her

Certified life coach

Talks a bit louder than she needs to

Makes up cheers for household chores

Watches her daughter's cartoons in her free time

Kurt Reynolds

Yoga instructor

Super chill and positive

Serves as a grounding force for his wife and daughter

Likes to doodle with Ayesha

Dot:

Enid Waverly

Could be BFFs with Nathalie, tbh

Event coordinator for a big business

Bun life 24/7, not a hair out of place

Struggles with expressing emotions

Never without her tablet

Orenthal Waverly

Very no nonsense, but more chill than his wife

Prosecuting Attorney for a big law firm

Soft-spoken when not in the courtroom

Keeps fidgets on hand for his older daughter

Dolores Waverly

Much more scatterbrained than her little sister, Dot helps keep her on track

Seriously, would lose her head if it wasn't attached

Deals with some anxiety

Always has at least two books on hand

Petra:

Arlo Markov

Petra's Bio Dad, an old friend was their surrogate

Interior designer, owns a business

VERY energetic, how much coffee does he drink?!

Happy flaps when he's excited

Will smack a bitch for his kid

Dennis Windham

Dad #2, the bear of the group

Junior football coach

Very emotionally intelligent

Usually has his whistle

Preston Manheim

Dad #3, the voice of reason

Very prim, always uses proper grammar. High class boi

Loves him some argyle and tea

Soft-spoken, but people listen to him

Curator of an art gallery

Trent Knapp

Dad #4, the hippie dad

Plays the mandolin, writes songs for his partners

New Age Philosophy teacher

Speaks like a fortune cookie, tbh

Anais:

Olive Ackerman

Celebrated particle physicist

Expects nothing but absolute perfection from her child

Think of Nicole Watterson's parents and Ming Lee, combined

Refuses to believe she's doing anything wrong

Praise is very controlled and limited

Quentin Ackerman

Chemist, very respected in the field

Secretly feels they may be too hard on Anais

Too scared of his wife to say anything, tho

Tries his best to bond with Anais over their shared interests

Roxie:

Richard Richter

Manager of a music store

Gives guitar lessons on the weekends

Actually a pretty chill dude

Good friend of Anarka, they had a band as teens

Can think up lyrics on the spot

Rydel Richter

Contemporary piano teacher

Roxie gets their temper from her

Strong enough to throw a table if needed

HATES Roxie's ex with a burning passion

Mama Bear

Rover Richter

Curious about everything, always has to ask why

Wants to be a drummer, carries around sticks

Has trouble sitting still

Will kick Roxie's ex in the shins on sight

Anthony:

Sylvie Mathis

Diplomat from England

The epitome of a proper British lady

Very supportive of her son, he got her into punk rock

Adores Jesse like her own son

Can play a mean game of foosball

Bradley Mathis

Diplomat from England

A bit more laidback than his wife

MEGA Cockney accent

Knows everything about the Beatles

Makes the best tea ever

Eri:

Hiroshi Tanaka

Screenwriter for an Indie studio

HUGE nerd but also really cool

Has never missed a play by his daughter or wife

Trivia champ, could rival Max

Sasami Tanaka

Celebrated stage actress, has done 215 (and counting) productions throughout her life

Every bit as dramatic as her daughter

Loves to quote plays in everyday life

Dresses to impress, always

Ryuji Tanaka

Eri's twin, just as goth but more subdued

Cosmetology student, attends a different school

Talks with his sister every day

Snark besties with Anthony

Candace:

Laurent Fletcher

Antique dealer, owns several successful branches and establishments

Charmingly British and a bit awkward

Has ridiculously high patience

Loves Candace as much as his bio sons

Sandra Fletcher

Former top-selling musician, now owns her own restaurant

Might spoil her kids a bit

Cried with joy when Candace became head cheerleader

Attends every pep rally

Finnick Fletcher

Ten-year old mechanical genius, looks up to Max

Always needs to have something to do, has ADHD

Always trying to help his stepsister, doesn't always succeed

Very close with his brother

Ferdinand "Ferdie" Fletcher

Rarely ever speaks, and only to his family

Knows FSL and ASL

Artsy kid, always drawing on something

Actually really smart

Soo-Yeon:

Eun-Jeong Park

Professional restorator, has a meticulous eye for detail

Speaks when something needs to be said

INSANELY flexible for some reason

Helps his son practice on their hoop at home, he used to play in high school

Mi Cha Park

Every bit as clumsy as her son, seriously, babyproof that house

Stay-at-home mom who sells her handmade snowglobes on Etsy

Cheering the loudest for her son at his games

Can kick both her husband and son’s butts on the court

Margo:

Leif Jorgensen

Professional contractor

Very jovial and kind to everyone around him

Can have his head in the clouds sometimes

He TALL, but somehow not intimidating

Besties with his daughter

Dagny Jorgensen

Artisan woodcarver, owns a successful business

Loves doing DIY projects with her daughter

Slips into Norwegian when frustrated

Most down-to-earth of the family

Staci:

Bai Kwan

Staci gets her sass from him

Political commentator for TVi, cannot stand Alec. Hates Bourgeois too

It’s a game at the studio to try and get him to laugh

He only laughs or smiles around his family

Yumei Kwan

Owns a local cafe, the fave for quality Chinese food

Takes no one’s shit, but also super perky

A former cheer squad flyer who helps Staci work out

People wonder how they’re related sometimes

Parker:

Col. Levi Beauregard

Big, strong military man

Speaks in all the military jargon

Surprisingly warm with his kids

Does obstacle courses with Parker

Cissy Beauregard

Retired army nurse, now works at DuPont

Meticulously keeps medical records of all students

Rose sees her like an aunt of sorts

Still uses military jargon

Jack Beauregard

Going into the army after high school

Strained, but loving relationship with his younger sister

Very tall and buff

Always trying to impress his father

Taught Parker self-defense

Brecken:

Annie Sutcliffe

Adopts a crap ton of random animals

Owner of a local, accredited shelter

Soft-spoken. Except when animals or her kids are threatened

Queen of the flannels

Rachel Sutcliffe:

Southern Belle with a kickass edge

Pro kickboxing instructor, who slays in sundresses

Will deck you if you call her son stupid

Makes a mean sweet potato pie

Dana & Donna Sutcliffe:

Try to tell these two apart if you’re not their brother. Just try.

Starting at DuPont next year

Have both had crushes on Kim

Aspiring cook and artist

Do the synchronous talking thing

Evie:

Julio Balthazar

Independently successful mosaic artist

His in-laws warmed up to him over time

Proud of his talented kids and boss wife

Always has glass cuts on his hands, poor guy

Carolina Balthazar

Comes from an old Spanish family of wealth

Still the CFO of a Bigshot record company

May put a little too much pressure on her kids, but not maliciously

HATES the stuffy old heiress stereotype

Alma Balthazar

Talented classical musician

Feels like she’s always in Evie’s shadow

Can be a little snippy, but has a soft side

Weak for comedy films

Emilio Balthazar

Snarky and suave lil shit

Can impersonate anyone's voice

Huge prankster

Gets on Evie's nerves 24/7

Jorge Balthazar

The shyest kid you may ever meet

Speaks similarly to Juleka

Loves to put on little puppet shows

Fidgets with his hands a lot

Rosa Balthazar

Baby of the family, and she knows it

Loves to wear her princess dresses

Adores her oldest sister, wants to sing like Evie

May have a little puppy crush on Brecken

Aggie:

Rohan Findlay

Aggie's paternal uncle, gained custody when she was nine, because his brother is a drunk and his sister-in-law is negligent

Mechanic who co-owns a practice

Bought Aggie her first skateboard

Good friends with Aerinn O'Connor

Bit of a jokester

Mona:

Bindi Truffaut

A bit of a helicopter mom to Mona, kinda overprotective

Kindergarten teacher

Has a mild stutter

Will punt an ableist's ass

Darnell Truffaut

Guidance counselor at DuPont

The chill teacher dad, that you don't mind being there

Helps his wife give Mona some space

HATES Damocles with the fires of hell

Cares a LOT about the students

Eloise:

Roerva Matuidi

Teacher of psychology at an elite university

Tutors at a community center on the weekends

Academic mom, but a chill one

SO proud of her daughter's math prowess

Cannot stand Olive Ackerman

Chet Matuidi

Eloise's gaming buddy, has a streaming channel his sister guests on

Really good with lit, but struggles with math

Helps his sister with emotional expression

Has to be forced to sleep

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[kissandships]

I so get having a tough day---I'm having a tough decade tbh, and fandom distractions really do help tremendously! Hoping so much that tomorrow is better!!! A few questions: 1. How would you rank all eight T70sS seasons from your favorite to your least favorite? 2. Do you see Donna and Jackie as realistically remaining close friends in adulthood despite/because of (?!) their differences? 3. What are the top 5-7 things (not counting physical intimacy) that Donna and Eric would like doing together?

Thank you for your kind words! Sending hugs to you 🤗

Season Rankings:

1

3

2

5

4

6

7

8

Seven would be my least favorite if s8 did exist. By the time 7 came around, I was actually tired of the show. I felt like it had run its course, and the storylines weren’t interesting to me. I’ll try to watch the whole thing on this re-watch though

Donna and Jackie remaining friends?:

Discounting season 8, yes. I think they would remain friends, even if there was like a five, six, seven year gap they don’t speak. Let’s say s8 happens, everyone is hurt and moves away and falls out of touch with one another. Then Donna and Jackie see each other again— like at a super market Or restaurant or whatever— and they get to talking. Donna apologizes profusely, stating she was lost without Eric, but that it doesn’t excuse her behavior. Jackie admits she lost herself that year too, and she hasn’t had another friendship that means as much to her as Donna’s did. So they start over. Go out once a month, reconnect. Maybe with Donna in her life, Jackie wouldn’t keep marrying and divorcing Kelso

Top Five Things Formciotti likes doing together:

They like going to movies

Play fighting 🙂

Basketball/other sports. Donna usually beats Eric, but she will never be able to beat him at Foosball

Getting out of the house/hiding from the world after hectic days. Maybe driving somewhere and just looking at the stars

And finally, simply just being with each other. They could be dead tired, at the breakfast table, drinking coffee silently, and be okay with that. They don’t need to do anything fancy

[pilvimarja]

I was tagged by @ohnoitsthebat, thank you!

RULES: Post the first paragraph of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.

(I edited the game a little to include the first paragraph instead of a single line)

Losing My Religion (Rooster/Maverick)

Bradley tossed his comic aside and rushed to the window at the familiar sound of a revving bike engine. Mav was seated on his Kawasaki, the thick bulk of his thighs spread wide around the leather seat. It was a muggy evening, but he had his favorite leather jacket on, his hair freshly gelled. Like he had a date.

Something Extra (CTCU Ray Ferrier/Jason Willette)

Ray slung his backpack off his shoulder and pulled out a bottle of potable water from one of the pockets. He could almost see the lake behind the treeline, knew he'd be home by nightfall if he maintained a brisk and steady pace.

Afterwards (CTCU Ray Ferrier/Jason Willette)

Jason moved the razor against Ray's jawline with meticulous care. He'd been on a two-week trading trip, and the hair on his face had grown thick. Most of the bristles were as dark as the hair on his head, but the noon sun revealed a few spots of gray on his chin, reminding Jason of the years that stretched between them. Jason had never even held a razor before the Invasion, but the nerves in Ray's dominant hand were permanently damaged from a piece of shrapnel, making anything that required careful precision a challenge.

Claimed (Rooster/Maverick)

“Another one?” Maverick sputtered.

“That’s right.” Harold gave the weekend edition of Buck Holler Herald in his hands an angry rustle. “It was two, this time, and they’re gettin’ closer to our fields." He spread the newspaper on the kitchen table and poked his finger against a black-and-white picture of a mutilated cow. "Won’t be long till it’s our cows that get gutted.”

Mav had barely climbed out of his coffin, but he could tell it was going to be a long night if the old man was this worked up before he’d had his evening blood.

Layers (Rooster/Maverick)

Bradley paced around the Ready Room, back and forth between the foosball table and a wall full of monochrome pictures. His fellow aviators had gone back to the barracks after the initial shock from the accident had settled, but Bradley didn't want company. He knew his temper was on a hair-trigger, and another scuffle with Hangman would send him packing.

Atonement (Rooster/Maverick)

Mav peeked into the kitchen, taking in the cozy scene of Bradley at the breakfast table and Carole in her yellow housecoat, flitting around with a cup of coffee in one hand and a box of cereal in the other. It felt a little surreal after months of Navy canteens and crowded mess halls, almost like he’d stepped into a Norman Rockwell painting.

Soothe (Rooster/Maverick)

The A/C was cranked to the highest setting, but the air in the car was pungent with teenage boy sweat and something much more intimate. A private thing that wasn’t meant for Mav’s nose. He did his best to breathe through his mouth, but it was almost worse because he could  taste  every fresh burst of slick as Bradley squirmed in the passenger seat, his hands clutched around the crotch of his baggy jeans.

Take These Broken Wings (Rooster/Maverick)

It was only day two of training for a mission Bradley wasn’t even going to fly, and things were spiraling out of control. Literally. He could still see the bottom of the canyon every time he closed his eyes, a frantic order to pull up, pull up! ringing in his ears over the chatter in the bar. It was so stupid. The most reckless thing he’d done since he’d wrapped his first car around a lamppost almost two decades ago. He'd spent years doing things by-the-book, conservative in the air, stable and reliable, a real team player. Until today. And he didn't even have the excuse of being drunk and high on shitty weed. But the same rage that had earned him a faceful of scars at eighteen now drove him to pull the kind of shit you'd expect to see from someone like Hangman.

Slow Ride (Johnny/Daniel)

“That’s it, you’re doing good, Johnny. So good.”

Johnny preened at the compliment, teetering on the edge of pleasure and a growing urge to pull his hands free where they were tied behind the back of the chair. Daniel was good at knots, but the obi around his wrists wasn’t too tight. He could slip away if he wanted to. He bit the soft inside of his cheek and continued to bear it, Daniel's hand on his dick an ebb and flow of too much and not enough.

Domestica (Rooster/Maverick)

Bradley wiped his palm across the fogged up mirror and leaned in to study his reflection. The scarring from the mission last year had faded, but he couldn't really see a difference between thirty-five and thirty-six. Maybe a couple of extra pounds on his cheeks, but his time on shore was almost up and he was going to enjoy his beer and burgers while he could.

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