#javi talks

[javitrulovesims]

Simmers: "They are obviously going to use TS4 lore and TS4 don't have any Lore so that Movie is going to Flop"

TS4 Spellcaster Vs Vampires War: 🤨 TS4 Princess Cordelia Adventures: 🤨 The Entire StrangerVille Plot: 🤨 Landgraab Vs Zest Drama:🤨

[javisbutt]

genya, my beautiful princess with a disorder

[foefire-flame]

I have a hc that like, the braids Rytlock has around his jaw are part of a routine so like whenever im drawing him casually without them he has so much dangling fur around his face its ........... cute

[asongfortheunloved]

I'm a just a girl, in my Wednesday costume (Merlina in my country) booping you with all my love

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

[amelia-mariee]

I took my mom to see Twisters because i assumed she’d love Tyler Owens, but she was actually much more focused on that guy Ben. She was so worried about him the entire movie. After Kate’s plan worked and the tornado disappeared, my mom immediately turned to me and went “wait what happened to the British guy? Is he okay?” She was so proud of him for getting his first cowboy hat. She laughed every time he said anything. My mom is Ben’s biggest (and probably only) fan.

[ace-and-sleepdeprived]

ahem, i’m starting to see people try to vilify javi for some of the choices he made, so i’m here to defend my boy.

“he purposefully put kate back into a triggering atmosphere and got mad at her for appropriately panicking!” first of all, he didn’t get mad at her when they didn’t get the full scan of the first tornado because kate freaked out - he visibly got frustrated, yes, but he didn’t lash out at her. if anything he probably felt awful for putting her in that situation, but he had to be professional cause of storm par, and second of all, he understands that she’s traumatized because he’s traumatized too!! just because javi wasn’t in the fucking tornado with the rest of the tamers does NOT mean he isn’t JUST as traumatized as kate is from losing three of his best friends in a freak storm. just because his way of coping with the trauma is more like jo’s in the original doesn’t mean he doesn’t harbor the same guilt kate does.

“he still has the storm par truck at the end so he’s just gonna continue being an opposing force to kate and the wranglers!” i think javi still having the lion truck doesn’t explicitly mean he’s still with storm par - as he tells scott in the scene where he dumps him that he’s done with storm par and with riggs - he likely either bought the truck from them or already has ownership of it [kate apologizing for stealing his truck], so he’s pretty plausibly not connected with storm par anymore. hell, it’s even heavily implied that javi’s working with the wranglers now, given his interactions with tyler at the airport.

“javi should’ve died in the movie!” so you want kate to have even MORE trauma on top of what she already has?? if javi had died that would’ve meant ALL of kate’s friends from the tornado tamers would be dead from tornadoes. i don’t know about you, but that would fuck SEVERELY with anybody’s psyche regarding tornadoes. in that situation, kate would be completely justified in going back to new york and never coming back, since oklahoma would be the place where four of the most important people in her life died horrific deaths. it’s GOOD that javi didn’t die and got to have a good ending alongside her, even if he was led astray because of his own guilt and didn’t make the wisest choices in who to connect himself with. he DESERVES a good ending as much as kate does, even if he coped with the trauma in not the best way.

this is just my two cents, but i HAD to talk about this because i don’t want to see people try to paint javi as the villain when he clearly isn’t.

[notjustjavierpena]

Meadow (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

Summary: Javier hears you singing to his newborn.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic, sugary fluff, Javi POV, babies!

Word count: 850

Meadow

Javier tries to be quiet as he returns to you, carrying a stuffed Eeyore in his hand while listening for the sound of Inés' unhappy hiccups. He calculates his steps on the ground to make sure not to step on a twig or a branch, the crackle of it sure to distress his newborn even more.

He finds that the tall grass dotted with wildflowers and the soft earth is forgiving of his feet, so much so that his presence goes completely unnoticed by you. He never knew that this spot existed, having always treated the road as nothing more but a road until you showed him that its surroundings were so much more. There’s a metaphor somewhere in that, something about him just passing through and you making him able to stop and take a look around. 

The sun is warm on his exposed skin, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and you have convinced him to leave the jeans for a pair of comfortable slacks instead. He checks the time to see how long he has been gone and it’s nothing more than a few minutes, realizes that the sun is starting to fade from being at its highest point today. 

As he draws nearer to the spot you chose, Inés’ cries have died down completely until they are not heard at all. Instead, it is the soft sound of your voice that drifts through the air to him. You are singing quietly to his daughter, a lullaby that he remembers having heard before in a distant memory of his own childhood. 

A breeze rustles the leaves of the oak tree you sit beneath, its crown of leaves protecting you both from direct sunlight. As if forced by nature to relax, he hears the birds chirping too. This is peace and contentment, he thinks, and how wonderful it is to do nothing with the people that he loves the most. 

When he finally spots you, he finds you sitting on the blanket you brought with your sweater tucked underneath your slightly bent knees. Inés is resting in your lap, cradled by your soft arms, and sleeping soundly with her tiny fingers curled into fists. You are so beautiful as you stare down into his daughter’s blissful face, your smile even warmer in the soft glow of the sun. 

Occasionally, you run a thumb over the length of her nose but you never stop singing to her. The stuffed animal seems a waste of time now but if he hadn’t gotten it from the car, he would have never caught you like this. 

How has he gotten so lucky, he wonders, to have such an incredible woman to be the witness of his life? He cannot believe how sentimental you have made him, his chest aching as he watches your beauty grow even further as it is enhanced by the nature around you. More than a decade in Colombia and he thought he would never feel anything again. How ridiculous a thought that is. 

When he finally makes himself known again, bursting the bubble of quiet admiration he has been in, you turn your head when he kneels down beside you. You stop singing but Inés sleeps on.

Without a word, you notice Javier and then smile until it widens into a grin on your face that outshines the summer sunshine. He smiles back and places Eeyore on the ground in front of you, purposefully posing him to stand in the grass because you always hate when he is careless about stuffed toys. 

“I hope he doesn’t mind getting left in the car,” he whispers as he makes sure Eeyore won’t tip over, “Sorry it took a bit.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, “You have made it up to him; grass is his favorite.” 

“Papá! There are frogs here!” Suddenly, his four-year-old son emerges from somewhere in the tall grass, carrying a stick in his hand that he seems to be using as a sword. He grins widely as he approaches the three of you, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he walks quickly on the uneven ground and Javier holds out his hand in case he has to catch him.

“Careful, Muchacho (young man),” Javier chuckles, “You might scare them away if you trip.” 

“I found the biggest frog ever!” Lucas brags and falls into his father’s embrace, throwing his arms around his neck, “I want to show you!”

Javier looks at you to silently ask if you need him. Lucas presses on, “Come on, Dad!”

Inés fusses a little at being woken up by the noises around her. You take the stuffed animal and wiggle it in the air in front of her. You start singing again. It is something about meadows and daisies, something about being warm and kept from harm. 

“Go,” you stop briefly to urge him, “We’ll be here when you come back.”

And as Javier gets up from the ground and takes his son’s hand, he smiles because he knows that you will.

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[taiturner]

NAT & AKILAH Yellowjackets ◆ Seasons 1-2

[javitrulovesims]

Honey, we need more vintage hair. I need to get more hair for my grandmother sims! Your hair is honestly some of my favorites <3 I hope you make more in the future.

Hi there nonny! thank you so much for the love! I hope to make many things as well just wishing and hoping for more free time in my days because i've been so busy that i'm sure that i will barely finish the Simblreen treats i planned for next week.

Trust me, more Vintage hair is on the works for the future :)

[javisbutt]

my gay ass computer is outta commission indefinitely and i was like oh my fucking god. i cant draw in my free time anymore what am i gonna do..? then i remembered that oh my fucking god thats right. PAPER!

[foefire-flame]

Nightly lore thought is thinking about the ways Rytlock and Leo both approached falling in love. These experiences differ greatly as Rytlock isn't necessarily a stranger to it but is always still haunted by the memory of what he had with Crecia, vs Leo who is so aversed to approaching any kind of romantic relationship bc of not eanting to get hurt bc he would want somwthing long term but it isnt necessarily common on top of already existing as a black sheep by legion charr standards.

For Rytlock although he fell for Leo first it was still something he had to kinda both shove himself through and also. Bury. When he first starts feeling the prickle of love, the feeling where you start catching yourself craving the specific attention or time, or the allure of wanting to know more, he kinda dismissed it as something that was probably physical and remnants of missing any kind of relationship where he can both rely on someone else and confide in them. At the time Leo meets him again theyre both respectively in a pretty lonely place. This is the excuse he uses until after Leo (having caught on to Rytlock's subconscious lingering gaze) propositions something casual and they sleep together for the first time. Well maybe not directly after, I think it takes this going on for a bit until he realizes that no this isn't something that can be satisfied by a casual situationship, its deeper. One night as Leo is getting ready to leave and return back to his warband's barracks Rytlock kinda blurts out for him to stay, and Thats when he has to come to the realization that just as their friendship was growing, his feelings for Leo as something beyond what they had did have real substance. Leo doesn't stay, of course, and Rytlock kinda has a round or two with his own psyche of how this is all kind of stupid, theres no time for it, he always fucks up these things somehow, ect ect. But the very funny thing about love is that wants that train starts there Aint No Stopping It.

I mean like he's a grown ass man with a 9-5 officd job, so this isn't like love-sick puppy behavior, its something more refined and subtle, even if more subconsciously. He's more gentle with Leo, more patient. He prods him just to listen to see him get passionate about something because he likes seeing Leo get worked up about things he believes in. He starts inviting him out with him to get drinks which becomes routine. The more he can let his own mask slip the deeper his affection for Leo grows. The most embarassing thing is that he starts making jokes he would otherwise consider dumb because he learns that despite Leo's seemingly stoic, cool exterior he has a soft spot for puns that causes him to laugh and Rytlock likes to hear him laugh. He knows how leo likes his alcohol, he learns his tells, Leo chuckles when he's nervous, his left ears pin when he's about to sneeze. Then he wonders when the last time he knew someone this closely was, then he remembers the scar on his leg, the inticing warmth of Sohothin, he remembers Leo always refuses to stay. It's not that his feeling for Leo ever goes away but he has to bury them when the years go by and Leo still leaves every night. It becomes white noise, always there and easy to ignore or even forget. But then Leo does something and it resurfaces as a pointed reminder that they exist before it has to be shoved back down again...

Oh its 2am Ill have to do the leo half of this later but MAN

[asongfortheunloved]

I'm having a great day with all this j2 content going through my dash, my brain has never produced so much serotonin.

Don't let my tags fool you.

[tgmsunmontue]

                Bradley looks around the bar. None of his friends are in sight and the quiz is meant to start in less than five minutes. Their regular, weekly, quiz, which they all confirmed they were coming to not even two hours ago. And yet here he sits alone, nursing his bottle of beer and picking at his bowl of fries. He’s been stood up by his friends. Assholes.

                “Where’s the rest of your team?”

                “Good question,” Bradley mutters sulkily, then turns to look at how has addressed him and he scowls. It’s the hyper-competitive guy from one of the other teams, the one who had shoved Bradley out of the way one time during a spot-prize round, tossed a you snooze, you lose over his shoulder and since then he’s sort of hated the guy. Of course, he’s let all his friends know about it too, ignored their sighs and eye rolls at his dark muttering; reminded him that it was meant to be fun. Not whatever thing he was turning it into.

                “You can always join our team for the night? If you want? Give you a taste of what winning feels like.”

                Bradley wants to be petty, wants to stomp off, wants to shove him.

                But his friends have made him come here and then left him alone. He’s not an idiot. Maybe he should have lightened up before they took to drastic measures.

                He looks at the other guy's easy smile, he’s clearly not been stewing by how annoying Bradley is, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

                “Thanks. Buy you a drink?”

                “Yeah. I’ll have what you’re having. Name’s Jake.”

“Bradley.”

                “Bradley,” Jake repeats, “nice to meet you.”

[javierduffy]

but when they're out on that river bank alone, what javier should be loyal to doesn't feel as confusing anymore

[thatrandomartistjavi]

I think I’ve said this before but smth that bothers me about the EAH fandom is that they try to look for darkness where it’s not present. This is really evident with how people talk about Professor Piper here.

Time and time again I see people say that EAH Piper is horrible because he kidnaps/kills kids. And like

Guys The Pied Piper of Hamelin has multiple versions of the story. Depending on who’s telling it, he either just takes the kids for a bit and returns them after he’s paid or he drowns them like he did the rats(and I’m only giving you two options there’s many more variations).

The thing that gets me is that people jump to that conclusion without taking into account Piper’s actual fucking personality. According to Melody in her diary, her dad didn’t actually follow his story to a T because she mentions that instead of drowning the rats, he just lead them to the forest

Please do tell me why you think the guy who couldn’t even get the courage to kill an infestation of rats would just be fine with killing literal children

Like in a quiz where if you got the Rebel option they would show you what classes you would take, it says how the Muse-ic class was an exception to the class schedule which means that rebels are not usually allowed to have that class WHICH MEANS that Piper had to in some way argue with Baba Yaga to be able to have his class for both royals and rebels

But yeah tell me how this guy who has been characterized as someone who hates hurting living things so much he went against his destiny and didn’t kill the rats like he was supposed to, is said by his daughter to be super accepting and even encourages her to follow her heart, is shown to be super gentle and sweet with his other students and is even implied to have fought for him to be able to teach to rebels which isn’t usual for his class, actually mercilessly killed all the children of Hamelin without thinking. Sure man