#look at the bumbag

[naavispider]

🏳️‍🌈 Happy pride!! Pride is a protest and we should always remember that! 🏳️‍🌈

[mar-bluu]

MARBLE YOUSE AN AUSSIE

What’s an Eshay? :>

(I love u xxxxx 💞💞💞😊😊😊😊😊😊😊 I miss u xx 💕💕💞💕💞💞😋 I hope you’re thrivinggg how’s uniiiii 💕💞💞💕💕💕)

I KNOW ITS BEEN YEARS BUT YES!!!! I AM!!!!

Its like a 12-18 year old kid who thinks theyre the coolest shit around and are like.... wannabe mini gang members???

Idk they talk about doing drugs and getting into fights and bashing ppl but they like... should be learning how to do fractions or smth

[icy-book]

I have 3 tubs of them (1 tub has transparent axolotls)

Great news for everyone who sees me as an axolotl - I have received mini axolotls for Christmas

[artsninspo]

COUNTERFEIT - one

➨ rio's library - good girl nbc

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

🍒 author's Note: back with another story! this is a multipart story. formerly known as cherries. it's a mix of the drinks series and forgiveless. Rio's more 'gang-friend' in this one. Enjoy ♥️

🍒 pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Faith (Original Character) All my characters are black women.

🍒 word count: ~1.7K

🍒 summary: bad days lead to bars, friends, drinks and strangers.

🍒 one ~ cherry margaritas

If one more person calls me ungrateful I don't think I'll ever stop screaming. I shoot my sister a glare and her voice catches in her throat leaving her mouth open with words that will be left unsaid. Traitor. My anger is clear as day, and Char knows better than anyone that I've reached my limit. Amber, our ‘friend’ stops too looking up at me as I stand. I didn't invite Amber over for an earful, I invited her over for support. For fucks sake. The stare down comes to an end when Char closes her big mouth, swallowing.

“Faith” her tone is what it should have been all along but its too little too late. The call comes again but I'm halfway down the hall and to my bedroom. I walk into my closet angry at myself for thinking my sister would back me. I grab a coat and slip into a pair of baggy jeans. I kick my pumps from this evening's date night aside and grab a monogrammed bumbag.

“Faith” Amber says, wearing on my thinning patience.

“What?” I respond, casting a look over my shoulder.

“It’s not that we don't think you're great - I mean of course we do your the life of the party, you're so smart and funny”

“I’m glad I provide entertainment for you Amber” I respond and she places a hand on her chest. I brace for the perpetual state of victimhood that follows nice-nasty and outright mean.

“I didn't mean it like that!” Amber says. Whether it's fact or fiction makes no difference to me - my goal was to shut her up and when her nostrils flare I know I've achieved my goal.

“Don't be like that Faith, Jason is – being bored isn’t a reason to leave him. He literally worships you” Char continues. I wish her position was disappointing or surprising but it’s what I expect from Char now that she's been fully indoctrinated by our mothers social climb. Years of private school, country clubs and tennis lessons have her disillusioned.

“It’s fine, I don't expect you to understand” I snap, pushing past the both of them. 

“Where are you going, do you want me to come?” she asks, eyeing my casual attire.

“No, finish the wine and talk about how ungrateful I am” I respond slamming the front door to our condo. I rush to the elevator hoping they won't follow me and call a cab once I'm in the lobby. The wait is less than a minute. I turn off my location, blocking my sister, Amber and Jason for the night.

I’m too young to be so stressed, I've felt like I've been drowning for weeks as Jason turned the intensity up in our relationship in all the wrong ways. Trying to become bffs with my mother and Rick. Talking with the future, talking about expectations and children and houses. Why would anyone think I would sign up for a lifetime of the one I didn’t choose. The one Ma laid on her back and threw away everything she knew and held dear for. I’d never so eagerly trade my autonomy. I rate the driver five stars for the much appreciated silence and smile as my feet touch the pavement. I smell cigarettes and weed as patrons partake outside the bar. I can see it’s busy when I head in. Unlike anything in the heart of the city D’s place is truly one of one. Traditional wood counters, stools, a pool table, a jukebox, booth seating on one side, open space in the middle and a few table configurations for those who want to sit and talk. Everywhere is full tonight and it makes me happy for my friend as I head to the bar a man getting up to give me his stool. I look around for Diego smiling when I find him.

“Hey” I wave, and he comes over with top shelf tequila.  Smiling at my presence he makes a show of making my favorite drink a cherry margarita and tops it with five cherries. “Thanks” I beam saluting him before my first sip. “Perfection” I wince and he laughs.

“What’s up?” He asks and I chew on one of the cherries pushing the rest of them into the liquid in the hopes they absorb some of the liquor.

“Nothing much, I can help you bartend if you drive me home…” I suggest.

Diego dries a glass. “I don’t get off until three” 

“It’s fine” I shrug while having another swig.

“Doesn’t Jason usually get tickets to the big games? I was looking for you court side” He asks, looking up at the mounted TV in the bar.

“We broke up” I confess and he frowns, pausing his task.

“What’d he do? Do I need to fuck him up for you?” D asks, ready for war.

“Nothing, it just wasn’t going to work.” I admit taking another cherry. D gives me an unsure look before manning his bar. I watch the clock run out and drain the liquid from my glass, then I get behind the bar and get to work. Diego and I grew up together on the same block as kids. He spent a lot of time with me and my sister before the whispering started. People thought it was poor parenting to have him sleeping in a room with two girls. D would’ve never laid a finger on us. He moved away when I was ten and we reconnected after college. He became the big brother I never had. Now, he has his life together and I’m the wreck.

Time goes by when you’re having fun and D and I are an excellent team. Working, being busy, accomplishing something and being around D is grounding for me. There’s nothing we want from each other or hope to gain from our association and honestly it’s refreshing. D really has put everything into this place and it’s a pleasure to help him keep his patrons happy with good drinks and excellent customer service. It’s a sausage fest and the flirtation is harmless. Almost all of them are regulars and regular guys here to drink a few beers and watch the game. I make a show of eating the cherries from my glass gaining an audience, extra tips and looks of disapproving amusement from D. It's harmless rebellion, the kind of thing that Jason would spend hours scolding me for - not understanding I’m just joking around. Having a bit of fun. D’s bar is the kind of place that would make Jason itch. There’s no VIP seating, back room or slipping someone extra money to get better service. Honestly that behaviour may lead him to a black eye and pressing assault charges for his uppity ways. The thought makes me smile as the patrons file out,  I have so many tips there's no more space in my pockets so D gets me a jar. 

 By the time it’s three AM I’ve forgotten all about my breakup. D and the security clean off the tables and put the chairs up. I get the mop ready and clean the floors to save them from sticky floors when they come in later on today. The bell rings and the door opens to three men walking in. I wait for someone to tell them we’re closed but no one does. The tall slim one in all black sits at the bar and the other two go into the back. My heart rate slows as I look around for D, when I don't see him I keep my head down mopping until D comes from in the back. He greets the man and pours him something top shelf.I continue mopping until I see Diego motioning for me to come over. I do and he looks nervous. He hands me his keys. “Go wait in the car” he says handing me his keys.

“My coat” I remind D, and he nods, getting it from behind the bar for me.

“I don’t remember hiring you,” the guy drinking at the bar says, stopping me in my tracks. His voice is smooth and his eyes are too easy for him to be anything but trouble. The tattoo on his neck tells me he’s bad news, as well as how rigid D’s posture is behind me.

“She’s a friend, came to help me out” Diego says, being oddly submissive. I look up at him confused. He has at least a hundred pounds of muscle on this guy and he’s afraid of no one. The guy turns to face us and his hands go in his pockets as he gives me a slow once over. He’s hard to read.

“I didn’t know we needed help and I don’t remember getting a text that you’d have someone else closing with you” he adds. His speech is slow and calm which adds to the sense of danger about him.

“I was headed home, came by for a drink and it was getting crazy in here. I just wanted to help out” I explain and the man gives a half smile but it only makes me more uneasy.

“There are health codes, forms, certifications and things we need in case something comes up or a by-law officer stops by.  I need to know who’s behind my bar. Who’s serving my customers.” he doubles looking at D.

“I said she’s a friend,” Diego grits in response. The man’s jaw clenches but he turns around.

“Shit hits the fan, you’ll have to deal with it, not me” he says going back to his drink and I hurry out of the bar. I have a million questions but I don’t ask any the entire ride home. My mind goes to a hundred scenarios, landing on one every time if D needed money why didn't he ask me for some. If it was for protection didn’t he know better than to get mixed up with men like … whoever that was? The car slows to a stop in front of my condo and he puts it in park handing my tips.

“Take care, and if Jason needs a clue let me know” he says before kissing my cheek.

“Thanks” I smile and he hands me another jar. I smile when I realize they’re tequila soaked cherries. “Sorry for the trouble” I apologize.

“My cousin is OCD about people,” he shrugs.

“Ok” I nod wondering why I don't know this one of Diego’s cousins or that he was the bar owner. I don't push, instead I hug my friend and trust our bond before heading into the building, into the elevator and into the apartment I share with my sister.

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[skzstannie]

“They hate me”

SKZ Drabble

Ot8 x insecure! 9th member! Reader

TW: none?? If you see something, lmk

Hi everyone! This is my first work on here, and I’m excited for more to come! I’d like to start off by saying this in no way represents SKZ/Yunho in real life; they are simply face claims for the characters.

Please comment or interact in some way so I know how you guys liked it!

“Yunho,” you sobbed, curling into his side from your spot on the couch, “they hate me.”

“Sweetheart, they don’t hate you. I can assure whatever you could’ve done could not make them hate you.” He tries to sooth your shaking form by running his hand through your hair, but you abruptly sit up.

“How do you know that? I was messing up all the choreo last night, and Chan had to re-record my lines for the new song 7 times.” You hold up seven fingers to add a bit of emphasis. “And 7 times is a lot. And then to top it off, I threw up in the practice room because of how anxious I was feeling about it all,” you finish.

“Why does any of that warrant them hating you? So what, you made a few mistakes. I’m sure they’ve all messed up the choreography before, too.” He brings you back into his side by wrapping his long arm around your shoulder. “As for you getting sick, how are you supposed to control that?”

“You should’ve seen them, though. They all had steam coming out of their ears. I don’t even think the 7th recording was any good, but Chan just couldn’t stand to deal with me anymore so he sent me out of the booth. Lee Know looked like he was gonna rip his hair out if he had to correct me one more time, and I could feel the looks from everyone during the whole dance practice.”

“Did you ask them about these things before you left? Or did you just leave yourself to deal with these awful assumptions about the people who love you endlessly?”

“I left right after I got sick, never even told them where I was going,” you huff.

Once you’ve said it out loud, you realize how royally stupid you’ve been, and you immediately jump out of Yunho’s arms to find your phone. “Shit, have you gotten any calls or messages from the guys? I’ve probably worried them sick.” You wrestle around with the contents of your bumbag til you found your, evidently dead, phone. You fumble with your charger before hurrying to the kitchen to plug it in.

“No, I haven’t. Nobody really knows about… us, or this thing going on between us, so I wouldn’t have expected them to.” He gets up from the couch and walks to stand behind you, peering over your shoulder at your phone.

“Come on, come on, turn on you stupid thing.” You repeatedly press the power button, only getting the low battery symbol in return. Your heart’s beating out of your chest with anxiety as your phone finally starts to boot up. “I’m literally an awful person. They’ve probably just about raided the whole city trying to find me.”

“Maybe not, they might still be calm and figured you just needed a night to collect yourself.”

With that, your phone comes alive, and immediately you’re overwhelmed by the buzzing of missed calls and unanswered text messages.

17 missed calls from Channie 🤞🏻❤️

11 missed calls from Leebit 🐰

20 messages from BinBin 😘

15 missed FaceTime calls from Hyune 🫶🏻🫶🏻

11 messages from Jisung 🐿️

37 messages from Sunshine ☀️

24 messages from Menace 🙃🙂

13 messages from Innie 🦊

“Oh my gosh,” you gasp. The longer you stare, the more messages flood your lock screen.

“It’s alright, don’t panic. Just give Chan a call, I’m sure they’ll understand.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and hugs you from behind, trying to provide you comfort. “Or they’ll come around eventually, anyway,” he mumbles under his breath.

You’re quick to find Chan’s contact, and you immediately press the ‘call’ button. You put it on speaker phone, not wanting to be alone in this conversation. “You don’t have to say anything; I just feel more comfortable this way,” you explain, not wanting to unnecessarily drag Yunho into this conversation.

“Y/n! We’ve been calling you all night and looking for you everywhere! Where the heck are you? We’re coming to get you right now,” you hear Chan fidgeting with keys before he yells to Hyunjin, telling him to come to the car.

You sigh before relenting and apologizing for being so irresponsible. “I’m so sorry I worried you guys like that, just another thing I’ve messed up.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about, but we’ll talk about it more when you’re home safe. Now, where are you?” You hear the desperation in his tone. He just wants to know you’re safe.

You realize the slight predicament you’ve come to, and glance up at Yunho, but he just shrugs his shoulders at you.

“I’m, uh, at Yunho’s?” It comes out as more of a question, and you hear a squeal from the other side of the phone.

“What the heck are you doing with Yunho?” Hyunjin screeches, seemingly grabbing the phone from Chan’s grasp.

“That’s enough, Hyunjin. We’ll be right there.” He promptly hangs up, leaving you to anxiously await their arrival.

“Why Hyunjin now? Why not literally anyone else?” Yunho slightly panics, pacing around the kitchen in circles.

“What’s wrong between you and Hyunjin?” You raise an eyebrow, suddenly interested in this new information.

“We don’t really have any bad blood, per sé, or at least I don’t think we do. He’s always giving me dirty looks and I don’t really know why.”

While you wait for Chan and Hyunjin to arrive, you explain to him not to worry about Hyunjin.

You and Hyunjin have always been the closest out of all the members since the very beginning, and he quickly became extremely protective of you. You told him about some of your past traumas, and he made it his personal mission in life to never let anything bad happen to you again. This apparently entails him giving every male you’ve ever interacted with dirty looks.

Speaking about this makes you feel even guiltier knowing Hyunjin has probably been out of his mind since last night, hence why Chan wanted him to go with.

You hear a pounding on the door that breaks up your story time, and you rush over to open it, leaving Yunho hiding in the kitchen.

Chan bursts through the door, with a fiery looking Hyunjin right behind him.

Chan gathers you in his arms, holding you so tight you think all your ribs might crack. You wrap your arms around him, too, holding him with all your might.

When Hyunjin storms in, all he sees is red. “Where is he, huh?” He goes straight for the kitchen, and you tense in Chan’s arms.

“Hyunjin, he did nothing wrong. I came to him last night. Please just, take a deep breath.” You know it’s wrong to try to console him, after all, you’re the reason he’s like this in the first place.

“Why weren’t you answering our calls or messages? Did he take your phone? Did he have you trapped somewhere?” He rants, his hands clenching in tight fists.

You unintentionally gasp, thinking about how horrible this must sound to Yunho knowing he could hear every word. “Hyunjin!” You yelp, “nothing bad happened to me here! My phone was dead, and I was a crying mess all night and didn’t even look to charge it.” You exasperate, pulling away from Chan to go comfort him.

He meets you halfway, meeting you just in front of the coffee table in the living room. He puts his hands on your shoulders, closely inspecting every inch of your skin. You grab his hands and wrap them around yourself in a hug, squeezing him tightly.

“I’m fine, I promise. I’m sorry for disappearing like that. It was really dumb of me. I just needed somewhere to clear my head, and Yunho was the first person I thought of.” You rest your head on his shoulder, loving the feeling of the way he was soothingly rubbing your back.

“Why’d you come all the way here? The guys and I were right with you in the practice room; you know we’ll listen to you any day.” He pulls away slightly, enough to bring one of his hands to your cheek, wiping a stray tear away.

“Because I was scared you guys were upset with me.” You mumble, shying away from his gaze.

“What on earth made you think that? We were so worried about you all day yesterday, wondering why you weren’t acting yourself. And then when you ran off, we had no idea where to look. Had no idea what was wrong.” Chan joined the hug, pressing his face warmly into the back of your hoodie.

“I thought because I was messing up so much yesterday, you all hated me. I saw the looks everyone was giving me. You’re trying to tell me they weren’t looks of annoyance?” You question. Pulling away from them both so you could better have the conversation.

“They weren’t looks of annoyance, well, maybe Seungmin’s was, but you know how he is. They were looks of concern, we couldn’t figure out what was going through that pretty head of yours. We were not upset with you. We’re all aware everyone has bad days, you were bound to have one eventually.” Chan explains, feeling sorry that you’ve had these awful thoughts since last night.

“I’m really sorry I worried you guys. Next time I’ll talk to you before I rush to conclusions.” You give them a shy smile before, once again, you’re pulled into a hug and squished between the 2 of them.

“It’s ok, we forgive you. Now, let’s get you home before the rest of the guys drive over here themselves.” Chan grabs your hand and starts to lead you to the door, but Hyunjin stops you guys.

“I still wanna know why, of all places, you came and spent the night at Yunho’s,” he raises an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms. You hear a cough from the kitchen, and you call Yunho out to the living room to officially introduce him as your boyfriend.

“I’ll tell you two, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else.” You wait for them to give you a nod, squinting your eyes at Hyunjin until he gives in with a huff. “Yunho and I are dating.”

Yunho finally reveals himself from the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his arm. He gives them a tight-lipped smile, not entirely sure how they’re going to take it.

Their eyes get really big, surely not expecting that kind of news. “Why’d you never tell us?” Chan pouts, looking between the two of you. Hyunjin stays silent.

“Because I wasn’t sure how you guys would take it. It’s only been a couple of weeks.” Chan nods his head in understanding before stating that it’s time for you guys to head home.

You give Yunho a hug, and he kisses you on the cheek before you follow Chan out the front door.

You don’t miss, however, the way Hyunjin stays behind for a moment.

“Don’t hurt my best friend.” He says with a stoic expression on his face. He gives Yunho another once over before leaving the house, closing the door behind him.

[harrygoeswest]

Friday Night

A Friday night gig featuring London, a Lime bike, and Harry Styles as your doting date.

992 words of fluffy nothing for the lovely @harry-on-broadway’s little fic challenge. I haven’t written anything Harry-related for a while so apologies if this is trash <3

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It’s officially scarf weather, you decide, as you stand outside the Roundhouse one early October evening, scarf-less.

The temperature has dropped, you’ve pulled your winter coats out of storage, and your ears get cold on your morning walk to work now. Part of you is relieved—the heat was starting to bother you, make you lethargic and tetchy. Another part hates that flu season is imminent. But…Halloween.

Pros and cons, pros and cons.

While you wait, you watch the pedestrians idle on by, and the traffic creep past in that typical Friday night crawl. Commuting anywhere is hard. Commuting in London is like suffering in the fiery pits of hell. But this is what you signed up for, and in all honesty, something about the hustle and bustle of city living settles something in you, as strange as that sounds. You’d never been stagnant, and it’s hard to reach a point like that in a place that never sits still.

With a boyfriend that never sits still.

Speaking of…

A man on a Lime bike rings his bell as he passes by, and you can’t help the roll of your eyes. You watch as he brakes to a stop in the nearest bike park, and bury your nose beneath the warmth of your coat. Your eyes track his movements as he swings his leg over, secures the bike and ends his trip on his phone, before stalking in your direction.

He’s wearing simple grey wool trousers, one of his many Mickey Mouse t-shirts, and a navy shirt over the top with his black Vans. His hair is styled in this strange faux hawk, mullet type way again, that on anyone else you would hate. But on him…?

Nope. Not at all.

You take in a deep breath, anticipating that expensive cologne he always wears, and your mouth waters when it hits your nostrils. You release your inhale on a sigh.

“I think,” you start as he halts right before you, green eyes smiling downward into yours, “at this point, it’d probably be cheaper to invest in your own bike. You know?”

He purses his lips. “I’m giving back to the community.”

You bark a laugh. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

Harry grins, then leans down to press his mouth to yours in a chaste kiss. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You match his smile and kiss him back. “No bumbag today?” You jest, peering around his waist and hips for any sign of his ‘banana’ bag.

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but it’s all in good fun. “Not today.”

You kiss your teeth. “Shame.”

He takes stock of you then, eyes roaming your bundled up frame. “Are you cold?”

“Just a bit.”

“Should’ve put a scarf on, baby.”

“I know,” you whimper.

“Ready for some food?” He points to the door of the restaurant attached to the venue.

“Yep.”

He saunters past you, snatching your hand up as he goes.

“Harry?”

He halts, turns back to you with a comically expectant look, and lowers himself at the waist until you’re eye-to-eye. “Yes?”

“Got the tickets?”

His expression freezes, and he does this nerve-wracking, panicky pat down of his chest, hips and backside before he relaxes, clicks a finger at you, and says, “On my phone. You can do that these days, you know?” And then pecks the tip of your nose with his lips.

You playfully whack him in the chest. “Fuck off.”

Inside, music is playing at an almost obnoxious level, only made worse by the fact that it’s one of Harry’s old songs.

You say old, because it’s just turned seven. “Aw,” you coo.

Tables upon tables are full of pre-gig goers grabbing a bite, talking loudly and boisterously. Thankfully, one of you was smart enough to book ahead, so when you speak to a host, you’re taken to one of only two free tables and handed over menus.

Dinner is spent sharing stories of your day, exchanging easy banter and casual affectionate touches. You steal food off Harry’s plate when he’s not looking, and he steals food off yours when you are looking without an ounce of shame. Once the bill is paid, you head inside the venue hand-in-hand.

You find a corner out of the way but with a good view from the balcony, and Harry glues himself to your back, arms wrapped tightly around you—taking up position for the rest of the night.

When the band starts, he bobs and sways with you in his arms, singing along to the words while his chin rests on your head. He dances more during the upbeat songs and leaves little kisses to your cheek and neck during the slower, sadder songs, but whatever his mood, he’s infectious, and you can’t help but join in.

At the end of the night you filter out into the cold October night air.

“Your place or mine?” He asks as you wander away from the crowds, his hand still clutching yours tightly.

You pretend to think about it. “Your bed is bigger.”

“That’s always your answer.”

“Then you should know better than to ask.” You give him a saccharine smile.

He pinches your cheek. “Your place is closer.”

“My place is a dump at the moment.”

“When have I ever cared?”

“You should care.”

“I really don’t, though. Mine isn’t exactly tidy either.”

You peer up at him, and he turns an indulgent smile on you.

“Fine,” he concedes. “We can go to mine, but we’re going on a bike.”

“The fuck we are. I’ll go home by myself in that case.” You start walking the opposite way, but Harry drags you back towards him with ease.

“The fuck you will.”

Then, right there in the middle of a still busy London pavement, he cups your cheeks and kisses you. And like the helpless fool you are, you let him.

“I’ll get us an Uber,” he says against your lips.

Your grin is triumphant.

~~~

Peace and love, friends :)

[novastar-creations]

Human Mikey! Follow up to this post ig? Leo Raph Donnie

AU Mastapost

Design notes under the cut!

Firstly, all the poses are directly referencing scenes in the show/movie

Secondly, these designs will be absolutely infused with my headcanons and ideas about the characters, so a lot of these things will be “because I said so” decisions based on the headcanons. My designs are pretty standard as far as RotTMNT human designs tbh.

I gave him vitiligo in places that match up with his canon placement, but also in places where I think his spots would develop over time (we see that he does gain spots in the movie, so…)

The big design is mainly based off his og design (pre-ninpo, basically). The overalls are meant to call back to his sash (?) thing, and the boots his funky spats (???). Also I gave him a slight heart motif because that his role! In the family, he is the heart! So many people don’t pay attention to that!

He has friendship bracelets that match with Donnie, Leo, Raph, Casey, Cass, and Sunita, and one that’s generally for the Mad Dogs. The heart necklace matches with April.

The gloves are kinda calling back to his ninpo gloves, but not really. They are the heart gloves though, because I thought it was cute. I kept debating if they should have little paint splotches on them, but decided against it in the end for simplicity’s sake.

His nails and beads use the same colours because I’m lazy, and his bandanna uses the same orange.

He drew the smiley faces on his knee spots. In the absence of kneepads, this is something he’d 100% do, you can’t fight me on this.

Unleash the flavour shirt because he still idolises Swaggart, but only a teeny bit.

I gave him the Jupiter Jim bumbag, but I forgot what it looks like and was too lazy to look it up, so I fudged it a little. He’d probably have paint markers in it.

He seems like the kinda guy to roll up his sleeves to avoid getting paint or cooking stuff on them.

Some miscellaneous stuff: Little piercings and ear cuffs he would be so happy about. Tooth gap. Fight me on this, I dare you. Dot eyebrows cos he is circle. Grey hair because he aged like dirt in the movie and I thought it would be funny. His colours also match his canon colours (orange, bluey cyan, pink)

[miralure]

A Very Diverse Male Lookbook by Miralure

I was planning something else for 100 followers, but considering I'm so close (and Christmas is so close), consider this an early-100-followers-Christmas-gift! I know a lot of people struggle making male sims, so I've put together a starting point for different aesthetics and CC you can use to diversify your male sims! I hope you all like it, and thank you for all the support the past month!!

Please look under the cut for all CC links!

① Business Casual

Hair | Shirt and Blazer | Pants | Shoes | Rings | Glasses | Necklace

② Athleisure

Hair | Tracksuit (Top & Bottom) | Shoes | Airpods | Bumbag

③ Grunge Influence

Hair | Shirt | Pants | Shoes | Bracelet | Watch | Rings | Necklace | Glasses

④ College Cool

Hair | Varsity jacket | Pants | Jordans (Classic) | Headphones | Glasses | Backpack

⑤ Surfer Style

Hair | Shirt | Board Shorts | Flip flops | Bracelet 1 & 2 | Necklace

⑥ Skater Vibes

Hair | Shirt | Jeans | Shoes | Rings | Bracelet 1 & 2 | Headphones | Necklace

⑦ Music Maven

Hair | Jacket | Pants | Boots | Glasses | Guitar

⑧ Country Club Classic

Hair | Polo | Shorts | Shoes | Watch | Visor

Thank you so much to all CC creators for making this possible and providing amazing male CC!!

@johnnysimmer @thekunstwollen @plumbobteasociety @cloudcat @greenllamas @cmescapade @christopher067 @mmsims @rona-sims @caio-cc @nucrests @sudal-sims @madlensims @the-crypt-o-club @s-club-tbr @pralinesims @xiuminuwu @adelarsims @ddaeng-sims @gorillax3-cc @beto-ae0 @jius-sims @sugarowl @wyattssims @trillyke @thatonegreenleaf @ceeproductions @micklayne @luumia @utopya-cc @oranos + others

Special shoutout to @boomboomgaff just bc he wanted one LMAO

[valdomarx]

"So what do you say about me?" Jamie is grinning like a lunatic. "Because you talk about me a lot."

Roy grunts, and prays for a swift death.

"Do you tell Phoebe about my mad footwork skills? And my headers? Did you tell her how I've gotten so good at all that team morale and tactical stuff?"

"She's eight. She's not that interesting in the finer details of training."

"Oh." Jamie's face falls for a moment, before brightening again. "So you must tell her other stuff about me. Is it about my good looks and iconic sense of style?"

Jamie is currently wearing an obnoxious baseball cap, a flowery polyester tracksuit, and a shiny red bumbag. Roy experiences a powerful urge to smack his own head into the nearest wall.

"Definitely not that."

"Then what? Come on, you know I'm not going to let this go so you might as well tell me. What does the great Roy Kent say about me?"

"Fuck, I don't know! I just told Phoebe that you're actually kind of funny sometimes and, fuck, I think I may have used the words 'impressively dedicated', and that you're not actually as much of a knob as you seem."

Oh no. Too many words. Jamie is staring at him intently, a wrinkle between his eyebrows that means he's deep in what passes for thought if you're Jamie Tartt.

"You like me," Jamie says, like he's tripped in the mud and discovered a block of solid gold. "You do!"

"Fuck off."

"You like me," Jamie repeats. He pauses. "For, like, my personality?" His nose crinkles in what appears to be genuine bafflement.

Roy considers making a run for it, but he's slower than he used to be. Jamie would catch up easily. He sighs. "It came as a shock to me too."

"You like me." Jamie says it quietly, with something like wonder in his voice.

"Not that much."

"You like me."

"Hardly at all."

"You like me."

"Increasingly less so."

"I like you too, you know."

Jamie's stupid face is scrunched up with merriment and his eyes are sparkling, and fuck, it is with absolute horror that Roy is forced to acknowledge that seeing Jamie so happy makes him feel, urgh, genuinely good.

That's been happening a lot recently - him looking at Jamie and feeling all tingly when he smiles. Like it matters to him how Jamie is doing. Like somehow Jamie's happiness has become the most important thing in the world. Like he does in fact like him, rather a lot actually, almost as if...

Ahh, fuck.

[mountainsoftreatos]

Chapters 2 and 3 of The True Love's Kiss Curse are up!

Summary - With Edwin now a frog as a result of an altered curse, Crystal, Niko and the boys have no choice but find and confront the grudge-holding witch who cast it.

Preview -

“So you know where to find this witch?” Crystal asked.

“No idea. We tried to track her down again a while back, convince her to stop harassing us, but she’d moved house since ’13.” Charles picked up his backpack and shoved his arm into the pocket universe, squinting as he rummaged around. “Ah!” he exclaimed as he pulled out a garish vintage fanny pack, the nylon covered in colorful swirls and shapes like a bowling alley carpet. “We should go to Agnes’ shop first. I bet she’ll help us. Might even know where she lives, right Edwin?” he said as he clipped the bumbag around his waist and unzipped the main pocket. He brought his cupped hands up to Edwin and said cheerfully, “Aright, mate, got your ride all ready.”

Edwin refused to move. This is so humiliating. Absolutely not.

“C’mon, Edwin. I need a safe place to keep you, don’t I?”

Edwin glared at him.

“Unless you want to stay here in the office while me and the girls fight a witch by ourselves.” Charles cracked the tiniest smile and dipped his chin to look at Edwin through his lashes. Ruthless.

Edwin closed his eyes and slumped. Fine, he finally relented as he climbed onto Charles’ hands. Charles lowered him to his waist and Edwin hopped into the open pocket. He made an ungainly 180 degree turn over the sloping fabric to face the front, his head peeking out of the pouch. Niko gave him an encouraging little wave.

...

Read it on ao3 here!

[jamtartandsunshine]

augusnippets Day 7 * Choking* ________________________________________ In hindsight, Colin kind of can't believe none of them knew. It was particularly stupid because the entire team had taken part in multiple conversations where they sometimes lovingly and sometimes not so lovingly, made fun of the stupid little bags Jamie was always carrying around. Except turns out they weren't just stupid fashion choices. Jamie was using them to carry around a fucking Epipen that none of them knew he had. Except Roy apparently. And Ted And Beard

"Thank fuck for mandatory medical training for coaching staff." Colin sighed wearily throwing himself back down into a hard plastic hospital waiting room chair after yet another session of pacing up and down the waiting room. "Don't know what we'd have done if Roy hadn't known to go for Jamie's bag so quickly." He receives several grunts in response, but otherwise the small collective of the players selected to follow Jamie to the hospital remained silent. Colin didn’t blame them. All of them were shook up. How could they not be? After seeing what they had, seeing Jamie clutch at his throat, watching his face turn red as he struggled to take in the tiniest breath.

Colin had frozen but thankfully Roy had appeared out of nowhere, ripping the bumbag from Jamie’s shoulder and practically tearing it open to get the epipen from inside it.

Colin winced at the memory of watching Roy stab it into Jamie’s thigh. Rubbing at his own leg absentmindedly. It had seemed so rough and brutal, a massive contrast from the way Roy had held Jamie’s hand until the ambulance arrived. The coach gruffly promising “you’ll be okay you little prick” even as he ran his free hand over Jamie’s hair gently.

Colin shook his head and looked around the private waiting room they’d be secluded to.

Isaac was sat several seats away from everyone else in self appointed time out, he was appalled at himself for not knowing Jamie had a life threatening allergy. Blaming himself for not being quicker to help Jamie, which was to Colin fucking ridiculous. How could any of them help Jamie when they hadn’t even known he was allergic to nuts? Colin sat as close to Isaac as he could get with the captains self imposed exile, watching the door they'd taken Jamie through like a hawk. Ted and Beard stood a little way down the hall, talking to each other in low voices. They'd been told one person could go through with Jamie and it hadn't even been a discussion. Roy had followed the gurney without sparing any of them so much as a second look. Not that they'd thought it would be any other way, especially with the grip Jamie had on Roy's hand. Dani and Sam made up the rest of their ragtag group. Sitting huddled together on the opposite wall to Colin and Isaac "I don't understand why Jamie didn't tell us." Sam says softly, breaking the heavy silence in the private waiting room. "Maybe he was embarrassed?" Dani offers with a soft shrug. "He gets funny about things like that." "That's bullshit" Isaac growls looking up, his eyes ablaze. "Jamie knows we fucking have his back." "Except we didn't" Colin points out sadly. "We just all stood around and watched him stop breathing cause we didn't know what was happening." Ted looks over at them with a frown. "Now y'all better not be blaming yourselves for all this, ain't nobody to blame." "Except the manufactures of the nut contaminated protein bar" Beard points out. Ted points at him "That's true buckaroo" He nods before looking back to the boys "and you can bet Rebecca's legal team is going to unleash hell on those poor suckers."

They all nod and murmured their agreement before falling silent again, all of them pretending they’re not watching the door they know Jamie and Roy are somewhere behind.

[jamiesfootball]

🎃🎃🎃

This one is from the Gentler Hell series, where a young Jamie was taken under the wings of Zava and definitely wasn't brainwashed or anything. He definitely did not have his personhood slowly crushed out of him while he was molded into being the perfect football prodigy.

This snippet takes place after Zava is gone

The sound of a throat clearing behind him startled him so bad he dropped his phone on the bench.

“Shit!”

He did not squeak. It was a manly noise of concern for the state of his screen.

Isaac checked his phone and gave it a good rub with his sleeve. When he looked up, Jamie wasn’t quite looking at him, gaze fixed towards the middle distance in that unsociable, apologetic way that’s become the norm for him.

“Do you got a second?” he asked, in a tone that could mean anything from ‘sorry to bother you but could you help me change a flat tire?’ to ‘you’re off the team.’

Not that Jamie could kick him off the team. That’d be ridiculous. Sometimes it just felt like he could though, with the power of his football mind.

“Always,” Isaac assured him. “I’m the captain,” he reminded him just in case Isaac needed extra protection.

“I know,” Jamie answered quickly. He could pretend to sound less petulant about it.

Jamie’s hands tugged at the bottom of his shirt, and Isaac considered warning him about stretching it before reconsidering. It was tie-dye; it already came pre-ruined. Jamie might have expanded into real colours now – personally, Isaac liked his new bumbag he’d started bringing to training – but some colours should be left in the dark.

He was weighing whether Colin or Jamie had tested his sartorial patience more lately when Jamie cursed under his breath and pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket, thrusting it at Isaac without any warning.

Cautiously, Isaac accepted the paper. It was a cheap printout: a photo of some random celebrity, caught half in profile at some random event as cameras flashed in the background.

Isaac grunted, confused. “What’s this then?”

“You said you do hair?”

[ptiza-sinitza]

In a room full of Art - I’d still stare at You

I like old TSR items. They usually have it’s own aesthetic and could be an interesting accent in look. I choose “ Women's Art Skirt” with prints of famous artists for 4 outfits

Monet look

Hair by @praleska | blouse by @korkassims | t-shirt as acc. by @nell-le | boots by @qicc | shell bumbag by @oydis | earrings by @simsonico | rings by marigold | nails by @redheadsims-cc | parasol by @atelierlena

Klimt look

Top by @charonlee | sandals by @simsmilasmith | necklace by MURPHY | bag by @glacierbrand1 | rings by @mlsim

Kandinsky look

Top by @waekey | coat by @simsmilasmith | sandals by @idsims | earrings by @liliili-sims4

Van Gogh look

Body by @ridgeport | belt by @trillyke | sandals by @mauvemorn | headpiece by @suzuesims | hydrangea by @yakfarm

Poses by - @helgatisha @nell-le @roselipaofficial

Big thanks and love to all CC creators!

[kingkatsuki]

Hoi Jo!!!!!

I hope you are doing well!!! (If not I hope it gets better quickly!!!!!) But I have the most random question..... Are you a purse type of person, as in do you use a purse... And if yes, is it one of those handbags, over the shoulder bags, or a backpack type?? Or something else? (I personally use a backpack, I prefer it so I don't have to hold it or keep adjusting it!) And if no, then ignore this lol!!! (I was browsing Amazon just for the lols, (broke gang rise up lol), and I was looking at bags, thats what made me ask you!)

Anyways I hope you have the best Day!!! Or night or whenever you see this!!!!! 😆

Hihihi Courtney! I’m doing good! Just at work😭

I am obsessed with purses, my bf says I have too many😂

My usual bag is just a crossbody Michael Kors bag I got for super cheap in one of the outlets when I was on holiday in the US, but I only ever use backpacks when I’m going on holiday! But I can’t leave my house without a bag like I feel so naked without it, even if it’s only got like 2 things in it.

I need to get a bumbag for When we were young this year tho cause apparently you’re only allowed clear/see through bags?

But I like to think of Bakugou buying me expensive bags for my birthday or anniversaries or like matching luggage with him?!?! I’ll cry😭

[frangipansi]

It’s time to talk about Parfait Pins again.

Because LOOK at this future release!!!

Look at these babies!

Now lemme tell you, I’ve been lucky enough to see these bags before their release and they are fine as fuck!!

As stated in the image above, a limited run will be be launching at her tabling Perth’s (Aus) Hoshi convention. So if you happen to be going to Hoshi, definitely DEFINITELY hunt down her table.

- The online release will be in late May/early June.

- pricing will be $50USD.

- size: 20 x 20 x 4 cm

- can be worn as a crossbody/shoulder bag, this strap is included. But as you’ll see in one of the above pictures, the back of the bag allows it to be worn on a belt like a bumbag/fanny pack. 💕

- bag comes with one coloured insert. Additional inserts will be available in all colour ways for anyone wanting more than one insert.

💕 keep the peepers peeled!

[cats-journey]

One Step, One Punch, One Round at a Time

For those who are unaware, and for those who are but who may have forgotten, my family has a strong history tied to boxing. For better or for worse, that’s a part of my family legacy. So when the whole family went to watch the first ‘Creed’ movie, it was an emotional time in parts and there was this one quote that stuck with me:

‘One Step, One Punch, One Round at a Time’

This has been my mantra through difficult times. When I was having my baby, I was walking up and down the corridors of the maternity unit repeating this to myself (yes, the nurses did give me funny looks, but it helped me get through the contractions). Once again, I am using this quote to remind myself that I am working up to the big goal, and each small movement gets me closer.

Yesterday was Cycle 2 of chemotherapy. It was in the Canberra Region Cancer Centre this time, and wow was there a big difference from the Oncology unit at the private hospital! It is better lit (not that it needs all the fluorescent lighting with all the natural light from the windows), it is bigger (Thursdays seem to be a popular day for treatment. Parts of yesterday felt like Carnivale) and the nurses who treated me were professional but not as kind as the ones who treated me on the other side. I was very well fed though, shout out to the lovely volunteers who helped make the 6 hours go by quickly! We had coffee, I was brought lunch, biscuits and I even scored a delicious slice of butter cake.

Navigating food is a whole event at the moment - because we know Evita is a snob (as wives of dictators are want to do), bread is absolutely off the table, as is steak and spaghetti. No Corn Flakes, and sometimes chicken is passable but at times that also gets stuck while eating. And so! Thankfully moist cake can be passable, if eaten in small bits, as well as other soft foods like stewed meats, of course soups and funnily enough corn on the cob.

Today I went to get ‘my little friend’ removed. So this whole process is a Thursday infusion for a few hours, then 24 hours of carrying around a bottle of chemo that infuses 0.5ml every hour that has to be removed on Friday afternoon. It’s a joyful time, and definitely doesn’t look dodgy with a bumbag on my hip trying to blend into outfits.

I’ll be honest here, I was not prepared for the mental load of all of this. When I’m ‘hot’ (fresh off the poison) then I can’t share crockery or utensils, things need to be washed properly with PPE, I sleep in a fortress of pillows to make sure I don’t roll in my sleep when my ‘little friend’ is attached, I can’t kiss anyone with saliva on my lips (so a friendly peck on the cheek if they are comfortable), I need to use my bathroom exclusively and double flush… it’s just a lot to think about. It’s absolutely worth it for the final goal of surgery, but far out.

One Step, One Punch, One around at a Time.

With Love, as Ever, Cat xx