#i'm weeping it's fine

[canongf]

I’ve been playing sims and making a house for my f/o Blaine DeBeers and I. And I’m just,,,, so soft cause I’m making it under the idea of it being 10 years after the series finale and we’ve had our children by then. I love adding the little details in the house, like the children’s drawings hanging up in the living room so it’s one of the first things you see when you come in. The toys scattered across the living room floor, the stuffed penguin plushie on the couch where our daughter left it. The stack of board game and puzzle boxes on the coffee table. The cookie jar on the highest shelf in the kitchen to keep it away from the mischievous kids. The cologne and hairdryer on the bathroom counter that Blaine uses every morning. The basket of blankets on the end of the bed because even after 10 years of being human again we still can’t get used to getting cold. Just everything in the house that makes it look lived in, everything that makes it our home —Nic

@me-myself-and-my-fos !!!!!

LIVED IN HOMES ARE SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL!!! i don't want perfect, i don't cookie cutter!!! there is no life in white and beige and minimalism!!! there is no love in that!!! but there is life and love in this!!! in you and in blaine and in the family that you have built together and i adore so so so much that you include these details in your sims homes!!! now i'm soft TOO!!!!!

[mutantfactor]

Warframe ✦ Jade Shadows

[flamesque]

₊❏❜ ⋮ i'll chase you to the ends of the earth. ⚬𓂂

@dolasach

He is used to it; however, that didn't mean he accepted it.

Rafayel sighed as he let his head rest against his palm, the same thing being drilled into his mind by the endless sea of words spewing the history of Lemuria and the world on the surface repeated like a broken record from the elders. He seemed to be falling asleep and was immediately scolded for not paying attention.

Evidently, something came up that had the elders leave the vicinity for the time being and this served as an opportunity for Rafayel to escape. He had attempted in doing so a few times, but he was sure that this time he would be able to be successful. 

A blue fish swam around him and held his hand out, allowing the fish to swim over his palm. 

"Shall we head to the surface? It's a little boring right now and I'm tired of hearing the elders saying the same thing over and over again." 

The fish continued swimming over his palm before seemingly directing him toward an opening to which he was able to squeeze through. It was then he realized that he was out of the city walls of Whalefall City and was able to swim to the surface.

He thanked the fish before it disappeared back through the city walls and Rafayel didn't have to think twice as he turned away from Whalefall City to swim up to the surface; however, before he allowed himself to fully come out, he swam slowly as the damn words from the elders rang in his head. 

"The world on the surface is dangerous, even if those people worship our Sea God, there is a chance that someone will try to capture him."

"As the previous Lemurians have..." 

"Rafayel, you must never venture out to the surface world. Your people are here, that is all that should concern you." 

And the annoying part of all. "The Sea God will one day meet the Goddess of the Forest, and when that day comes, should he fall in love with her, it will be the beginning of the downfall of Lemuria."

Rafayel always thought it to be those stories to be something a parent would tell to their child to make them listen. And besides, Rafayel had always been, not only a rebellious soul, but one of sheer curiosity. 

Once he peeked out from the water, he spotted a woman by the shore. And he had seen a few other humans before, but something about her was different and he couldn't help but to swim towards the shore, closer to her. Who could she be? For some reason... he needed to know and while he doesn't know why he needs to, he simply just has to try; in a way, it felt as though there were residual feelings, feelings that weren't from him and that in itself baffled him.

So without thinking, his mouth opened to speak.

"Who might you be? You don't seem... human to me, although you do appear to be." He tilted his head briefly before letting out a laugh. "Ah, apologies. This is bold of me, I will admit."

[satsumadraws]

I was supposed to go grocery shopping but instead I dropped everything to draw MY BEST FRIEND TOM PULLINGS

[sentientsky]

googling 'how long is a hyperfixation supposed to last' and then sobbing profusely into my hands

[grison-in-space]

The obvious question—why do women organize against their own freedom—is thorny.4 In her 1983 book Right-Wing Women, radical feminist author Andrea Dworkin tried to answer it. She described three types of antifeminism. “Man dominant” was the crudest form, resting on the principle that men should subjugate women because male dominance is natural, necessary, and rooted in love. “Woman superior” held that female power resided in women’s lofty moral sensibility and sexual desirability—not to be confused with their sexual desire. Women’s authority was innate yet limited, physical yet passive. (“She’s ethereal,” Dworkin wrote, “she floats.”) The last type, “separate but equal,” emphasized that the sexes were destined for different spheres of existence, neither of which was better than the other. Women bearing and nurturing children was just as important as men providing for them financially or fighting wars to protect them. Dworkin theorized that some women embraced antifeminism, in one form or a combination, as a means of self-preservation in the face of male oppression. “Feminists, from a base of powerlessness, want to destroy that power,” she said. “Right-wing women, from a base of powerlessness, the same base, accommodate to that power because quite simply they see no way out from under.” Dworkin also argued that any disdain antifeminist women felt toward an “other” on the basis of race or another identity marker was really displaced rage they felt toward men. “They are easily controlled and manipulated haters,” she said of these women. “Having good reason to hate, but not the courage to rebel, women require symbols of danger that justify their fear.”5 Dworkin’s interpretation was compelling, but it contained two monolithic assumptions: that the patriarchy is an absolute negative for all women, and that women act largely on the basis of their womanhood. In fact, the overlapping lines of race, class, and culture complicate both ideas. What about women who benefit—or want to benefit—from existing structures of dominance? We risk stripping them of responsibility when we suggest that the harm they do is merely a way of coping with their own oppression, whether real or presumed. As Adrienne Rich wrote in Of Woman Born, “Theories of female power and female ascendancy must reckon fully with the ambiguities of our being, with the continuum of our consciousness, the potentialities for both creative and destructive energy in each of us.”6

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

She keeps her window open, which is cute if a bit dangerous. And so it is easy with a little Evol, some determination, and a smirk to slip into her bedroom. The show is running. Lumiere's smile spreads further.

He starts dropping clothes, one after another across her bedroom floor, and reaches for the cracked bathroom door. It's like she's asking for him to show up, asking for it really. He pushes it open, smiles at the sight of her beneath the water, eyes closed, head tilted back into the stream.

So unobservant, but then, he's a hunter. He's very good at hunting. He closes the door with the flat of his hand, loud enough it makes an audible noise and gives her a shark's smile, "You didn't call today, Roxie. I was worried."

He doesn't sound worried as he steps further into the room, nothing on but the low hang of his black pants, and the necklace with her name on it around his throat. "Do you like worrying me? Do you like making me mad?"

The sound of the door is what slams her out of her reverie, nearly splashing around the bath in shock as she backs—as much as she can in such a small space—into the corner.

"X-Xavie—" Her words catch in her throat. Not Xavier. He doesn't have the same kind, gentle look she's used to; no, this one is more... primal. She feels like prey.

She swallows thickly. "Lumi... Lumiere?"

She's never felt as exposed as she is in this moment, the urge to flee eminent, but she stays frozen. She can't look away. And the fact is: there's nowhere to run.

"I'm sorry, I—! I didn't mean to! I just... I just forgot, it was busy, I— I-I don't mean to worry you, I swear! P-please don't be angry..."

[ SIGHS. @xavier-starlight

[spaceratprodigy]

Drummer and Iris :]

bless my dearest @oldworldwidgets for this absolute banger of an idea 🥴💖💕

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[brown-little-robin]

I am failing at being an adult friend, something that is normal to fear and possible to achieve,

[marlenacantswim]

pawing at his perfect locks like a cat

[thebirdandhersong]

btw if you know good ways to deal with an achey heart (this is not a physical condition btw I just happen to be in love for the second time in my life and it is awful) I would also appreciate practical wisdom!!!

[ahollowgrave]

Every time dawn breaks in the game I fully gasp.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Not gonna main tag this because the proportion is all over the show, but I've not been able to draw for myself for a couple days and of course I draw one Doctor Prism immediately

[kojottek]

I feel your breath, upon my neck A soft caress, as cold as death I feel your heartbeat in my soul Our futures bound, our bodies know

[llycaons]

that 'little stories about love' post is going around again and most of them are quite sweet but I have to say if my grandmother stalked me across the country and called me when I was on my vacation to demand attention from me I'd be not only pissed but extremely creeped out. I'm sure the submitter has a different relationship to that experience but um. I find that super invasive personally

[diogxnxs]

When you see your rare ship with art but you look at the date and it was a post from years ago.

*Single tears* OP, even though you posted years back, in another life I would've just wanted to ship gay birds with you.