#need to change my name but I still don't know what to change it to

[somanyideassolittletime]

the car love shop.

Pairing: Jack Abbot x fem!mechanic!reader

Summary: Jack's truck is overdue for an oil change. what the hell? the owner's pretty???

warnings: language, meet cute, Jack is crushing hard, reader owns a car shop, some grammar inaccuracy me thinks. lmk if i missed anything.

The shop is unfamiliar for Jack – it’s too clean for a mechanic shop in his mind, it lacks chaos he usually finds in his usual shop. But the owner of his old shop passed away, and his children decided to sell it, so he lacks one trustworthy shop for his truck in this city. He was here for an oil filter change, he would’ve done it himself in his younger years, but his prosthetic is a reminder for him to just trust this kind of thing to the pro. 

He enters the shop, looking around. It smells faintly of gasoline, oil, and fumes from welding, he supposed. The floor is not as greasy as he liked for a shop, but the more he looks around the more he finds comfort in the organized mess the shop seems to have. 

A man approaches him, wiping his hands on his pants. “Hey doc, can I help you?” Jack must’ve looked puzzled ‘cause he can’t remember ever seeing this man before in his life. The man laughs, motioning to Jack’s get up. Ah, right. Scrubs.  

“Uh, yeah, I need an oil filter change.” he points his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to his truck parked in front. The man whistles, “yeah, but you gotta leave it here. My hand’s full right now.” he says motioning around the shop, two cars inside, one on the car lift, one with its machine on the table. 

“C’mon, just a quick filter change, man?” Jack tries to persuade him. He shakes his head, “I’m elbow deep in an overhaul, man, and some dude dropped off a fuckin cracked block. But you go to the boss, She’ll help you, probably.” he says walking over to the car he’s currently working on. 

“The boss?” Jack asks, the man nods, “yeah, just the office back there.” he motions to the door behind the car lift, with torque wrenches in his hand. 

He walks over to said door, knocking twice. “Come in,” he opens the door. And his breath caught in his throat, fuck. He’s accustomed to meeting a lot of attractive people everyday on the job, but you? You might be the most beautiful thing he has seen. He seems to have stopped in his tracks, hand still on the door handle because you smile, “you know, you can enter, right?” you say, with a playful lilt to your voice. Because damn, that is one fine specimen of men knocking on your door. 

“Oh, uh, yeah, your guy told me to come here,” he says nervously – now feeling stupid like a kid with a crush. He enters the room, standing stiffly now, looking around; there’s a photo of you with two guys, one who greets him earlier, the other one he guesses the guy in the other car. Your desk is a cluttered mess, with a laptop in the center, landline on your left, and a few books he wouldn’t have guessed to find in a car shop. 

You nod at him, “I’m not sick y’know.” you joke at him. The joke doesn’t land on him though, he’s still trying to slow down his beating heart – not that you know – so you chuckle, “I'm kidding doc, what is it?” 

He shakes his head, smiling nervously. “Uh, yeah, I need an oil filter change. Your guy said you can help me, they told me to talk to you to help me.” the words don't come as confident as he would’ve liked. 

“Yeah, it’s a mess now. But c’mon, I’ll do it.” you stand up, your office is air conditioned, but Jack could definitely feel the room physically getting hotter by the minute. You walk past him, he could smell the perfume you wear, he starts getting dizzy. 

He follows you out the door, into the shop mindlessly, like he’s in a haze. “dude, how many times do I have to tell you not to leave jack here,” Your voice – saying his name – caught his attention, so he looked at you, who’s talking to the guy earlier, he looks down near your leg, a car jack is placed on the floor. Ah. that jack. He could feel his IQ dropping down the more time he spent in your vicinity. So he walks faster, dodging every tool on the floor, catching up to you. 

Arriving at the front of the shop, where his car was parked earlier, you whistle “damn, he’s handsome” Jack can feel his entire body warms, he knows you’re talking about his car, but he still can’t help himself. 

He wished he would’ve met you anywhere but here, because here, he’s helpless, he can’t feel confident. In the hospital, he could be confident because he’s in control. He’s in his element, but here, he’s standing near the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and he feels lost. 

You kneel down under his car, before standing up again “wait here,” you say to him. He nods. 

You come back not a moment later, kicking a car creeper, holding an oil filter for his truck in one hand – an oil pan in the other. You settle the car creeper beside his car, sitting down on it, before asking him. “What’s your name?” he smiles at the question. “Jack,” now feeling silly saying his name after mistakenly thinking you know his name only to point at a freaking car jack. 

You smirk at him, “well, Jack, thank you for your service.” you lay down on your car creeper before sliding down under his car. His body went stiff, how did you know? He thought. Though he decides to let you work before asking it. 

He watches as you work, though it’s more like watching your shoes since your body is directly under his car. But he can’t seem to tear his gaze away. He can hear your grunts, followed by an unlocking sound, and a liquid pouring. 

You slide back toward him, smiling real wide, still laying down on the creeper, “you have this sort of military guy vibes going on, Jack. That and your leg.” you motion to his way with a socket wrench in hand. He instinctively looks down at his leg, wanting to ask before your voice cuts him to it. “You drag your right foot slightly, so I guess. Tell me, am I right?” your tone holds no malice and he smiles back at you, nodding. 

“Yeah, two out of two.” 

You punch your hand in victory, “see, still got it.” you start, “kid’s been telling me my deducing skill is shit, gotta show them who’s the boss here.” you say, pointing inside the shop, referring to the other guy in the shop. 

“You work at West Penn?” you ask him, Jack shakes his head, now feeling his confidence back. “Nah, PTMC. ED” 

“No shit, I might stop going to west penn now, their doctors aren’t as attractive as the PTMC one” Your tone is bordering flirty, and he digs it. 

He crosses his arms, forearms flexing, your eyes darting to it, so he feels confident now as ever. “You know that you should seek to stop going to the hospital at all, right?” 

You huff, “yeah well, tell that to the two dumbasses inside.” he laughs. “What about you?” 

“Me? Nah, some cuts here and there, but nothing scary.” you explain to him, showing your forearm with a scar from too much tinkering. 

“Good to know, well, if you ever find yourself in need of stitches, you know where to go, but, I work the night shift, just to let you know” he says, smirking. You turn your head to his car, looking to see if the oil has been drained fully before groaning, “ugh, now you telling me to schedule my tinkering injuries at night, uh uh got it doc.” 

He laughs, looking at you sliding back under his car, oil filter in hand. He might just find his favourite car shop in the entire world now. 

The rest of the time you work on his car, both of you talk randomly – you tell him about the history of the shop, and he tells you about some of the weirdest injuries he has tended to – He can’t help but feel like he’s known you for a couple lifetimes, you both seem to be able to talk with a familiarity of a long time friend. 

“How much do I owe you?” he asks you, after you close his car hood. You shrug at him, “eh nothing. It’s my day off today. I’m off the clock so my service is free.” 

He looks at you, eyebrow raised. “Yeah, right. Day off in the shop,” you smile at him, “What, I’m bored at home. I was watching last night's game in my office before you came.” you go to walk away before he catches your elbow in his hand. 

“No really, how much do I owe you.” you looked down at your elbow, feeling warm now. He thinks he’s crossed a line, so he dropped his hand. You look up at him, smiling confidently, “well depends, you wanna go out for a coffee or not?” you crossed your hand before continuing, “ if yes, it’s free, if not, well 60” 

He’s feeling as confident as ever now, so he jabs at you, “you know that's a really bad way to do business, right?” you laugh, he can definitely get used to hearing that he thinks. “Eh, it’s still standing”

“what? You do this to everyone, huh?” he teases. You shake your head. “Nah, just the really special ones.” 

“Soooo, do I get your number too, or…” 

“Depends, you gonna ask me out or just asking for future reparation, cause I can give you company card y’know” 

“That’s TBD” he muses, watching you looking over to your shop, yelling inside “kids, i’m going out now, you guys behave okay” before jogging over to the passenger side of his truck, opening the door. 

“Hey, are we going or nah?” you say before jumping inside his truck. 

He shakes his head grinning, jogging slightly to the driver side. Yeah, I can get used to this. 

[countbarov]

medieval times were silly times

As I am equal parts stalker and writer, I have observed the KCD fandom for some time, and I've again found something that raised some questions for me. And this time it's not about homosexuality (alone), but the perception of medieval times in media today, in contrast with what we know about medieval times

A common name given to this period is "the dark ages" (and, as an ESL speaker, it's a phenomenon unique to English as far as I'm aware; feel free to correct me). But with a name as dramatic as that comes the connotation that "the dark ages" were rife with conflict, famine, death, disease, and violence of all kinds. But that's not what "the dark ages" means, and this evocative language is very misleading

They were called "the dark ages" because we didn't have enough information on them. Thus "dark", as in, lacking clarity

And importantly, they WERE called the dark ages. They are NOT called the dark ages anymore. Because we have more information on them

One of the things that gets brought a lot in relation to all characters, really, is religion. And since KCD2 is still very new, I won't make any specific reference to events in the game, but I will use KCD1 examples to illustrate my point

Religion in the Czech Republic has always been an interesting subject. They're nominally Catholic, but their history as a conquered nation and vassal state to bigger empires has marred the subject. It's considered today to be a very atheist nation, but this is a slight misunderstanding. Many Czechs are believers, but won't follow institutional Catholicism

Due to being ordered to die in battle for the Catholic church repeatedly (and causing a revolt about it, which was violently squandered by Catholic forces), it's easy to understand why the Czech public would be less than enthusiastic about Catholicism. But there was, in the 15th century, an interesting man by the name of Jan Hus. A priest who sought to reform the church to more accurately represent the Czech approach to religion; a priest who was executed by the Catholic church

A priest we meet in KCD1, interestingly enough, whom Henry accompanies on a debauched weekend of revelry, culminating in a drunken speech performed by Henry as he pretends to be a priest

Not very puritan and devout of him, alongside Hans' constant visits to the brothel

Another sore topic in the common understanding of medieval times is homosexuality, and how it's thought of by contemporaries

Modern conceptions of homosexuality will have us identify as "gay/lesbian"; as people who ARE homosexual and feel homosexual attraction. But back then, homosexuality wasn't understood as something you were: it was something you did

As such, "BEING" a sinful little gay wasn't a thing. You were performing a sinful act, but you were not sinful by nature, because it wasn't understood as an intrinsic part of your identity

This doesn't change the fact that it wasn't a good or happy time to be gay. For Hans and Henry it would've been a scary, uncertain, extremely secretive part of their lives. Their love could not be freely expressed and had to remain hidden from the public eye. But that doesn't mean they were ashamed of it

I think it's more beautiful to see their relationship as something they're proud of and happy to fight for rather than a sore topic of discussion. They would've been excited to share each other's company, share with their closest allies, and share in private without fear

It needs to be said, also, that I am not trying to police how people enjoy media. I'm simply expressing that Hans and Henry don't necessarily fit the mould of a tragic gay relationship as we know them today, and it's more interesting for me to engage with media where it's at. Part of the reason KCD's gay romance is so important to me as a gay man is that, instead of shameful and painful, it's euphoric, and gay media NEEDS more gay euphoria

We deserve to be happy, and I'm delighted that media starts to represent us not as doomed, but blooming. We deserve better than that

[ysrjune]

《 MAKE EVERY NIGHT

YOUR VALENTINE 𖹭 》

STEPHEN GLASS X READER FT. LITTLE BROTHERS!SAM & SCOTT

freaked out Stevie 😈🤑 #stayfreaks

It had been a while since you've visited Stephen's parents' house. It had been at least 5 months since there were no family events going on. Being there felt a little weird, especially since his parents weren't even there, and you were going to be baby-sitting his brothers. Well, he was gonna babysit. You were only here to keep him company. Scott and Sam liked you. Maybe a little more than they should, but that doesn't mean that both of them aren't annoyed that you would be there. They didn't need to see Steve cuddled up to you 24/7 while they're not allowed to have their girlfriends over.

"It's cute that your room never changes." You smile at how Stephen's childhood room was still the same even if he no longer lived there. Video-game action figures that were still in their boxes, posters from movies and bands he still loves to this day, old books and other things that were in storage on top of his closet in a box. "Mom doesn't want it to. She says she comes in sometimes when she misses me." Steve grins and begins putting his and your clothes away in the old dresser. "I always knew I was her favorite. Maybe it's cause I was never a brat."

—

What was the one rule that Stephen had for his brothers when their girlfriends were over when he still lived there a year ago? Don't be loud. The boys had turned 16 and had finally gotten permission to bring their girlfriends over, but they only did it when their parents weren't home. Stephen never cared if the girls came over. He just didn't need to hear his stupid brothers going at it in the middle of the night. He also never cared that his brothers were sexually active. Those two were (hopefully) smart enough to be safe.

But tonight, Stephen had broken that rule. It's literally the first night of staying there, and he was already all over you. Large hands groping at your tits through that bra he loves and his lips pressing small kisses to your tummy. He was quiet at first while engaging in foreplay, but once he was actually fucking you, he couldn't shut up. He's always been very vocal and loud while having sex. It's sort of weird to him. He could stay quiet while jerking off, but not when he's having some fun with your pretty body..

The other thing about him is that he acts so dominant while talking sex up. "I'm gonna fuck you so good right on this stupid creaky bed. I remember when we were first talking, I used to touch myself thinking about how it would be like to make you cry my name." He mumbled against your leaking pussy. "I'd get off on just thinking about fingering you." He sucks on your clit once more before sliding two digits in your wet entrance. "Just. Like. That." He's so good with his fingers. Too good. Long and warm.

"Do you fucking hear that?" Scott barges into his twins room. "Yeah, he's such a hypocrite." Sam rolls his eyes, pausing his game. "Wow, learned a new word?" Scott insults his brother and sticks out his tongue. "Shut the fuck u–" He was about to say before hearing a loud moan coming from across the hall. Sam slowly turns his head over there and raises an eyebrow. "How about you tell him to shut up." Scott huffs angrily and leaves downstairs.

Steve keeps his hands on your hips as you ride him. Not guiding, just there for him to grab onto. "Keep fucking me like that, oh my God.." He rolls his eyes back. "I need you so bad. I missed you so much." It had only been two days that you and Stephen hadn't fucked, but he swore he was dying. Seeing you walk around you apartment in only your underwear and then refusing to touch him was torture.

The blond forces his thumb inside your mouth, whimpering at the sight. "Fuck, you look so hot.." You swirl your tongue around his finger, making his cheeks go red. Then he pulled it out and shoved his ring and middle finger inside instead. You know just how pathetic he is? He came just as soon as you sucked on those. "I-im sorry! I just.. I—.. I couldn't help it. You looked so good.." He cries as you roll your hips, still trying to reach your orgasm and working him through his high.

He was being pushed into the headboard and the bed was creaking loudly. "cum for me? give it t'me, I dont.. I don't wanna leave you hanging.." His thumb finds your clit. He kept moaning loudly, and honestly, you felt bad for his brothers. Yes, they terrorized him all the time by doing the same thing but Stephen was honestly too much of a goody-two shoes to actually be doing this. Or atleast he was. "Shut up, your brothers are probably annoyed with you already." You slap his cheek. "Mmph.. s-sor—mmhh!! so-rry.." He whines in between words.

You shove your fingers in his mouth and he goes crazy. Deep throating them and bobbing his head. What a little freak..

His glasses fogged, and he set them aside on his desk. "Are you close? Please tell me you are.. I wanna fuck you in another position. pleasepleaseplease." He begs sweetly with his blue eyes and needy tone. It only took a couple more minutes for you to finish, and once you, he flipped you around and arched your back for you. He pressed down on your middle and then gave your ass a smack. "just staring at you could get me off." He eases into you.

Again, he was a pathetic whining mess. And again! with his fingers in your mouth. He didn't even realize how often he does it. He thinks it's so attractive. "Y-you know.. I was thinking mmh.. that.. that I could maybe do your homework for you so that you can get it done faster.. and you can give me all your attention.." What. An. Attention whore. You hum a 'mm' around his fingers as a yes. Maybe he wouldn't be this way had you never spoiled him with your attention. He deserves it anyway. He's always so nice, and he never really got much attention growing up.

"I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum oh my God. Don't stop moving on me baby, aah.." Stephen whines, his thrust growing more sloppy but still feeling delicious. "Im—mm.. uh.." He spills himself inside you, feeling extra sensitive due to you cumming around him as soon as he was done.

But he doesn't stay dominant when you suck his cock or when he's in you. "Stroke it while you suck it..aah..aah.. auuhh.." His moans get higher pitched with every one that comes out of his mouth. "Yesyesyesyes," He closes his eyes and rolls his hips into your mouth. "Mmm, mhm.. y—es.. oh my God.."

Breakfast that morning at the table was.. surprisingly not awkward? It was more like.. you know, just a normal conversation. Well, for the boys at least.

"It's not fair that you get to scream at the top of your lungs when you get head, but when it's ME, I get in trouble. I!! get called ANNOYING." Sam complains while chewing his pancake. "Or when the bed makes a bunch of noise and it's only a problem when it's because of me. Like, you're such a hypocrite." Scott rolls his eyes. "Hey, that's my word." Sam cocks an eyebrow at his brother. "You didn't know what it meant last week. Shut up." And then the boys suddenly forgot about why they were complaining the first place. They took their frustration on eachother in the living room, tackling eachother.

"We are so having sex every night and being loud to piss them off." Stephen smirks as soon as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind. "Because you wanna get back at them for those sleepless nights?" You giggle. "Yeah. And for all the picture frames that fell and broke." He scoffs.

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[tranquilreign]

at arms length II. | mini series

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pairing; jungkook/reader genre: ex best friends au! college au! warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol consumption, attempted assault word count: 2.4k synopsis: he lost everything when he lost you. now he'll do anything to make amends and set things right. tags: @whoa-jo @jungkookie-7 @thelilbutifulthings @foulmoneybathoagie-blog @darklove2020 @llallaaa (I was unsure if those that asked for a part two but didn't say about a tag wanted it, but I still did it nonetheless, I hope that's okay! <3) parts: at arms' length I.

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Jungkook still remembered it like it was yesterday. Watching you walk away, slipping through his fingers. He so desperately wanted to follow you, but he knew you wouldn't listen to him. He had taken you for granted for so long, and now he realised just how much he needed you.

He couldn't sleep properly anymore, often falling asleep during classes. Eating was something that was far from his thoughts. He would pick at his food during break, or would have completely forgotten to bring in lunch.

At first, he ignorantly thought this would be something you'd get over. But as the days turned into weeks, he knew you weren't coming back to him.

You were there for him through everything. No matter how big or small. And now, with you no longer by his side, he was lost, as if he were wandering through a forest with no end.

His friends had noticed this early on, growing more worried as time went on, not knowing how to help. You would have known what to do in a situation like this, but you weren't here anymore.

Jungkook tried everything to get you to forgive him. But no matter what he did, how he apologised, you would never accept it.

"Y/n, please," he begged.

He was on his hands and knees, leaning forward, pleading for forgiveness. You stood above him, nothing but anger in your eyes.

"You're not sorry, Jungkook. You're just sorry you got caught."

"What do I have to do to make you forgive me. I know I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have talked badly about you or shared your secrets. I know how badly I've hurt you, and I want to make things right," Jungkook cried out, tears now forming.

"There's nothing you can do," you answered coldly. "I don't want you to talk to me ever again. You got that?"

You hadn't bothered to wait for an answer, turning on your heel and walking away. Jungkook stayed still, his forehead pressed against the floor, tears cascading down his cheeks and hitting the concrete.

From then on, Jungkook kept his distance, but never once stopped caring for you. He would watch you from afar, making sure you were safe.

You had made a new group of friends over time, sitting with them during lunch. You knew Jungkook was watching you. You had often caught him staring.

You'd be lying if you had said you didn't miss him. But he hurt you deeply, and you knew you couldn't forgive him for what he had done. But knowing he was watching you, in a way, made you feel safe.

"Y/n," your friend, Min, chirped in your ear.

You flinched at the sound of your name, zoning back in and looking at your group of friends. They all giggled at you, making you smile sheepishly.

"Sorry. I was in my own world."

"We could tell," Sara laughed. "So this weekend there's a party happening at Min's boyfriend's. Are you in?"

"Ah, I don't know," you said unsurely. Parties were never your thing. You loved a drink, but typically you preferred that in your own dorm with friends.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! You never come out," Min pouted, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Fine," you sighed.

The girls cheered, quickly bidding you goodbye as they made their way to class. You sat, uncomfortable at the thought of the party. But your friends were right. You hadn't properly been out with them, and now it was time to change that.

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You arrived at the party with your friends an hour after it had started, and it was packed. Music blared from every direction. Cups and empty booze cans had been discarded in every possible part of the house.

"Fucking hell," Sara yelled over the music.

You all pushed in through the front door, slowly squeezing past the dancing bodies and into the kitchen.

"Min! Ladies, so glad you could make it!" your friend's boyfriend slurred.

He was completely smashed. Min cringed at her boyfriend's state, slinging his arm over her shoulder.

"I'll get him outside for some fresh air and water," she yelled, picking up a bottle of unopened water. "Just pour yourselves some drinks and I'll be back soon!"

With that, Min left. Sara quickly grabbed a beer and popped the can open. She offered you one, but you shook your head, instead grabbing a cup and pouring yourself a rum and coke.

You glanced around the room, taking a sip of your drink. At that moment, your eyes landed on a familiar figure. Jungkook. He was laughing, for what seemed like the first time in a while, talking to his friends.

He wore a pair of ripped black jeans and a loose black top. And his hair was slightly damp with sweat. You fought with yourself to not go over and speak to him. Every time you saw him, your heart ached. As if he had sensed your presence, he turned, locking eyes with you.

You quickly avoided his gaze, deciding it may be better to drink more than you initially planned. Making sure Jungkook was watching, you downed your drink in a shift motion.

"Fucking hell Y/n, I didn't realise you could drink like that!" Sara laughed, clapping enthusiastically. Min had returned at that moment, cheering when she had seen you holding out a drink for her.

"Let's get fucked up," you joked, laughing with them.

Jungkook's jaw clenched as he watched you down your drink. He hadn't known you would be here. His friends continued to talk amongst themselves until Jimin noticed Jungkook's lack of attention.

Jimin nudged Yoongi, and together they followed Jungkook's gaze until it fell upon you.

"Oh fucking hell," Yoongi groaned. The three boys watched as you poured your third drink. You and Sara pushed your cups together before downing them.

"Should we stop her?" Jimin asked Yoongi.

"Honestly, I don't know."

For the next two hours, the three boys watched you closely. Yoongi had to stop Jungkook from storming over whenever a boy would begin to talk to you. He couldn't blame the guys who were shamelessly flirting with you. Tonight, you looked stunning.

You had decided to wear a short black dress that stopped at the mid-thigh and a pair of knee-high heeled boots. Something which Jungkook had never seen you wear before. It was very clear that Min and Sara had taken you out to the mall to get some new clothes.

By this point, you were drunk, but the boys were surprised at how well you were holding your drink. Sara was struggling to keep up with you, gagging every now and then as if she was going to be sick. And she was.

You guided your friend to the sink so she could spew somewhere that wasn't as hard to clean. Your cup had been left on the countertop while you rubbed your friend's back reassuringly.

"Is she alright?" someone asked from behind you.

You turned around to see someone you didn't know. All you knew was that he was handsome. He was resting against the countertop, concern written all over his face.

"Ye-yeah, she's fine. Just had a bit too much," you reassured, still rubbing your friend's back. You glanced over at Min, who grinned. She moved to you, pushing your hand off Sara's back, motioning you to go to the boy.

"Go," she said quickly, then returned to Sara.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Ha-joon." He held his hand out.

"Y/n," you responded, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Do you wanna dance?" he offered.

Drunkenly, you accepted, grabbing your drink and allowing him to pull you into the crowd of people on the makeshift dance floor. The music blared as you both danced, slowly getting closer to one another.

You allowed Ha-joon to grab you by the waist and began to lead your movements. You laughed, drinking the last of your drink and spinning around so you faced him. Letting your arms fall over his shoulders, you began to grind into each other, completely letting go.

Jungkook eyed you, anger building up as he watched you dance with Ha-joon. His fists clenched, the urge to protect you intensifying. Yoongi grabbed hold of Jungkook, making him look back at the other boy. Yoongi shook his head, warning Jungkook not to interfere.

When the song had finished, you laughed, pulling away from Ha-joon. You sauntered back over to the kitchen and leaned against the countertop. Min and Sara were gone, most likely upstairs to get cleaned up.

Ha-joon stood behind you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you flush against his chest. At that moment, your head began to spin, feeling as if your legs were going to give out.

"Let's get out of here," Ha-joon whispered in your ear.

You stumbled out of the house behind him, allowing Ha-joon to lead you away from the party.

"W-wait," you stammered. "I really don't feel... good."

Ha-joon sighed, looking back at you.

"I know it must be a horrible feeling. But you're just so fucking hot," he muttered. He watched as you slumped to the floor, passing out on the spot. Drunkenly, he pulled you up by the neck, his hot breath fanning your face. He leaned in, kissing you.

"You fucking bastard!"

At the moment, Ha-joon was pulled off of you and thrown back onto the ground. Jungkook stood above him, chest heaving in rage. He stepped over Ha-joon, kneeling down and let his fist collide with his face.

Yoongi and Jimin had followed behind, covering your legs and shoulders with their jackets.

"Kook," Yoongi growled, stepping over to the younger boy. "Jungkook, that's enough!"

Yoongi aggressively pulled Jungkook off the unconscious boy. Jungkook calmed for a moment, realising he had completely lost control. He turned and ran to you.

"Y/n," he breathed. He moved your damp, sweaty hair out of your face, cupping it between his hands.

He looked over your body, making sure Ha-joon hadn't done anything but kiss you. Jungkook scooped you up into his arms, looking back at his friends.

"Whose house is closest?"

"Mine," Yoongi responded. "It will also be the best place for Y/n. It's where she's been living for the past few weeks."

Jungkook shot Yoongi a look, but now wasn't the time. What was important was that he got you somewhere safe.

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The next morning, you rose with the worst headache you'd ever experienced. It was as if the world was still spinning. You held your hand to your head, a poor attempt to try and make sense of where you were.

"Y/n," a voice beside you said.

Blinking to try and focus your eyes, you looked in the direction of the voice. Beside you sat Yoongi and Jimin, who both looked incredibly worried.

"Hey guys," you groaned. "God, my head."

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Jimin asked, moving to take hold of your other hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine... why?"

"Last night at the party. You were spiked," Yoongi explained.

All the memories came flooding back in that moment. Sara being sick, you having left your cup on the countertop to help her. At that time, Ha-joon had come over. He had spiked your drink before he spoke to you.

"Oh my god," you said in a panic. "Did- Did he..."

"No, he didn't," Jimin cut you off.

"You're lucky that Jungkook had been watching you, Y/n. If it wasn't for him..." Yoongi trailed off.

"Jungkook... Jungkook saved me?" you asked in disbelief. "Why would he do that?"

"Because despite all he's said and done to you. He still cares deeply for you, Y/n," Yoongi spoke. "And I know you've seen it as well."

You sat in silence, not knowing what to do or say. After so long. After everything he said, how could he care for you? For the first time in a long while, you cried. You leaned forward, tears rolling down your cheeks at the realisation of just how much he truly cared for you.

"Y/n?"

Your head shot up at the familiar voice. Jungkook. In that moment, it was as if time had frozen. He stood by the door, half hidden behind it, in case you didn't want to see him.

He flinched when you climbed out of the bed and ran at him. You pulled the door away from him and threw your arms around him, crying aloud. He was shocked but immediately wrapped his arms around you, a feeling he had missed so dearly.

"We'll leave you two," Jimin whispered as the other boys left.

Jungkook did what he did best when it came to comforting you. He stroked your hair, whispering reassuringly in your ear. You both sank to the floor, where Jungkook proceeded to rock you back and forward gently.

Slowly, your sobs stopped, your breathing becoming even once again. In that moment, you knew just how much you missed Jungkook.

"I'm so sorry," you choked out.

Jungkook shook his head.

"You have nothing to apologise for," he cooed. "I'm the one who should be sorry for every word I said. And for not being quick enough to realise what had happened and protect you sooner."

You mimicked him, shaking your head. He chuckled, bringing you so that your head rested against his chest. You could feel his heart race.

"I took your friendship for granted, and for that, I truly am sorry. These past weeks, honestly, have been hell," he admitted. "It felt as if part of me was missing when you weren't around. And if I could take back everything I said, I would in a heartbeat."

"All that matters is that you're here now, Kook," you breathed, grasping a fistful of his shirt.

You both stayed as you were, holding one another in a moment of silence, enjoying each other's presence, having missed it for so long.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

hello there! hope you enjoyed the final part of this mini series! it may not have been what people wanted, but I was just in my feels with it.

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[calisverse]

MATTERS OF THE HEART: LONGING, DEVOTION, HEARTBREAK, LOVE BETRAYAL, CONFESSIONS AND MORE. all sentences were taken from pinterest boards with different quotes regarding matters of the heart related to all types of love: toxic, healthy, obsession, forbidden, desire, longing and much more. change all names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

"Consider that kiss a parting gift."

"In another life, we would have been perfect together."

"I know you're bad for me,but I can't stay away.”

"I kissed you just to watch you fall.”

"I wanted you to feel the sting of my betrayal.”

"Your touch is forbidden,but I crave it.”

"That kiss was for every lie you've ever told."

"I wanna be yours,the chapter that completes your story."

"You're everything I've ever wanted, but not right now.”

"I wanted you to taste the bitterness of my revenge."

"If circumstances were different, we would be together."

"Our rivalry is the spark that keeps my ambition burning.”

"I'd rather have a forbidden love than no love at all."

"We're breaking all the rules just by being together.”

"It hurts to love you in silence.”

"I'm invisible to the one I love the most.”

"Your obliviousness to my feelings is my daily torment.”

“I pretend your smiles are meant for me.”

"Every moment of that kiss was filled with my loathing."

"Every argument with you feels like a dance."

"We were never supposed to be on the same side."

"I didn't expect to feel this way after the kiss.”

"We crossed a line with that kiss."

"You'll never know how much I care.”

"Our love is a risk I'm willing to take.”

"You're my addiction,and I crave danger."

"We're bound by a love that could burn us both.”

"Our competition is fierce, but it's what makes us both stronger."

“We both know what this is.”

"This is purely physical, nothing more."

"I can't stand you... but I can't seem to stay away."

"Remember that kiss, it's the last piece of r you'll ever have.”

"By you, I am forever undone.”

"It's infuriating how you're always right.”

"That kiss was my silent scream."

"Our hearts don't care about the consequences."

"Now you know what it feels like to be played.”

"That kiss was for all the heartbreak you caused.”

"Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy."

"If I ever see you anywhere near her, you'll have to deal with me."

"H-How long have you been standing there?"

"I think I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified."

"When are you going to realize that I don't care?"

"Who gave you that black eye?!"

"I'm sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes"

"Oh, god, you've insulted me! What ever shall I do? I'll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!"

 "Don't say you love me."

 "It's a hobby of mine to prove you wrong."

"I wish things were simpler for us.”

"We're like fire and ice, destined to collide but never meant to be together."

"We have to keep this a secret for both our sakes.”

"is now a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" 

"i never noticed your [insert feature/trait] before. it's cute."

 "this might be a bad time to mention it, but i really like your cologne/perfume."

"i know. but i need you to stay calm, okay? breathe with me."

"i won't let anything happen to you, i swear."

"not that i'm not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?"

"we never speak of this again, do you hear?"

- "never figured you for this much of a cuddler."

"i know you don't like being touched, but there's not that can be done about that now."

- "you're not okay, you're shaking. what can i do? please, just let me help you."

- "your heart's beating really fast, i can hear it."

"look at me like that again and I might think you want to fuck me."

"no, I don't like them touching you because I don't like it when someone else touches what's mine."

"I gave you all the chances to escape me, you didn't take them. don't pretend like we both don't know you secretly like being my pet."

"I am only being gentle because you're wounded. we're still enemies."

"I'm not letting you go out there and get yourself killed. we've fought many times before, and I always won. what makes you think I'm not going to do whatever it takes to stop you from walking out that door?"

"promise me I am the only enemy you have." 

"you can't just jump in front of a bullet to save an enemy. god, what the hell is wrong with you?”

"I'll kiss you if that's what it takes to shut you up."

"we're not friends or lovers. we're enemies. but there's no bond greater than the bond shared between two people who are covered in each other's blood, is there?"

"you let your lover die to save the world. but here you are, willing to let the entire world burn to save me from myself."

"I will deny you death until you beg me for it."

"Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture."

" "Hungry dogs are never loyal."

"You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?"

 "People do bad things when they are trying to survive."

"Aw look at them- so young and willing to get themselves killed." 

"Remember boy, history is written by the victors."

"I want to taste you so badly." 

"Make me beg for it."

 "You surprise me every day."

"Let's find out how much you want it."

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer."

"Come on, please, do it."

"Oh, you like that?"

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?"

"Well, let's see what happens tonight."

 "Oh, you're hard to please."

"I had a very nice dream that started like this."

"Can you be good for me?"

"You're still holding back, just let go."

"I've never even loved you"

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Can I leave now?"

"You're finally showing your true colors."

"They weren't wrong about you."

 "How could you be so cruel?"

"I loved you, I really did."

"You've changed a lot."

"I'm sorry, just hate me for the rest of your life."

"I guess that's just how little I meant to you."

"Who was that?"

"I don't like the way he/she/they look/s at you."

"So what if I'm jealous?"

"How come you never do that with me?"

 "Hey. You're mine." 

"Don't worry. I'm yours."

"I can't have these people all over you."

"Don't you trust me?"

 "You're not the one I don't trust..."

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 184 (Making Time For Friends)

Before the end of his first weekend back home, Ash was playing fetch in the yard with Gord when two of his classmates at Brindleton Bay School came to visit. Scotti Holiday and Arun Kalani arrived in the afternoon, greeting their friend with warm hugs.

"Our parents said you were home and we had to see it for ourselves," announced Scotti, the eldest daughter of Travis Scott and Summer Holiday. "You don't look more like a Landgraab after a year in the city."

"Uh thanks...I think?"

"Same old Ash Landgraab," she mused. "It's good to see you again, Ashy."

"My Aunt Hazel doesn't even call me Ashy anymore," he said.

"Speaking of name changes, did you hear this guy changed the spelling of his own name? Now he's A-r-u-n, but before you left he was A-r-r-o-n. Who does that?!"

Arun, the eldest son of Zoe Patel and Mitchell Kalani, scowled. "My mom said when I was born she felt like she needed to make the name on my birth certificate sound more Brindletonian, but she spelled Aaron wrong, too! My name is the one she wanted me to have in the first place, Scotti."

Scotti Holiday was still a mean girl, especially as she inched closer to teenhood, but Arun Kalani wasn't exactly a great influence, either. As soon as he walked inside to use the bathroom, Conrad caught the little klepto trying to steal some artwork off the family's wall.

"Arun Kalani, the precinct isn't going to need to keep an eye on you, will they?"

Arun grimaced, foiled in the thrill of the steal. "No, Captain Gordon. I'm sorry."

Lavender kept to herself while Ash hung out with his friends, doing yoga in the backyard until Gord interrupted her for a hug. (Backed up on laundry don't mind the mess!)

Gord knew Lavender disliked large groups, and even though the friendly dog loved scritches from any stranger willing to give them, some of his favourites came from the girl he'd loved and protected from the day she was born.

Lavender loved all the pets. Even Queen Cupcake, the most aloof of the bunch loved Lavender's attention, and she was often content to spend her time after homework and violin practice hanging out with her four-legged friends.

But she also made time for her closest human friend, Barrett Hecking, who came by to hang out after school sometimes. Even when it rained, Lavender convinced him to cloudgaze in the mud.

"The rain keeps hitting our faces," he complained, but he followed her lead as she told a story about the skies leaking water to keep all the strays happy.

"Do you think the water knows when it has to fall?" Barrett wondered.

Lavender thought about it, pursing her lips into a curious grin. "I think so," she agreed.

It was still raining when they went inside, and Barrett didn't want to put away his umbrella. "Is your roof leaking?"

"That's not the roof. My baby brother's room is upstairs."

"So then why is it raining?"

"It's not raining that hard in here. You probably don't need your umbrella."

"I just put the blue streaks in. They'll wash out!"

"It's cool your dads let you put dye in your hair. My parents say I'm too young."

"We're the same age."

Lavender shrugged from the kitchen table. "That's what they said."

And the kids weren't the only ones making time for friends; Heather was at home with Emi Kudo when her sister Hazel popped by unannounced.

"Sorry it's been too long since I've been around. The cafe's really busy and so is getting everything ready for Alex's mayoral campaign."

"Has anyone declared to run against him yet?"

Hazel nodded. "That's why I'm here. J Huntington, who runs Bay Landgraab Security, filed papers the other day. We need volunteers to canvas and door knock to make sure J and his heavies at the security company don't intimidate people who plan to vote for Alex Goth."

"I'll help however I can. J's guys can't intimidate the whole town, can they?"

"We hope they can't."

Hazel glanced at Emi, whom she'd never met before, and Heather remembered to introduce them. "Emi used to be a vet tech here in Brindleton Bay, but she moved away before I bought the clinic. She came out for her dog's annual checkup and to thank me and Holly for suggesting her son audition for the San My Ballet Company."

Hazel offered a friendly smile as the women moved to the sofa. "Wow, that's amazing. Congratulations!"

Emi nodded proudly. "Thank you. He moves to the city in a few weeks and he'll be staying Uptown with a family who has two girls at the ballet school - Johnny and Eva Zest. We met them over a teleconference before I flew out, and both Charlie and his twin brother, Oliver, said they recognized him from a few comedy roasts on Simflix."

"We know Johnny and Eva," said Heather. "He's my son's great-uncle on his father's side. They're great people with great kids. Charlie will be in good hands in the city."

"Johnny's a funny guy," Hazel agreed warmly. "I wonder if Charlie will dance with Ash's friend Pearl."

Heather nodded. "I don't know anything about ballet, but I know Pearl has a pending offer of admission to the company when she turns thirteen. I know how headstrong her mother is, so I don't doubt Pearl in the slightest. What a small world it would be if Charlie and Pearl ended up dancing Swan Lake together someday."

"Layne and I don't want Charlie to feel any more pressure than the pressure he already puts on himself. But we know he's in the best place to build toward his dream, and we can't wait to see what he does with the opportunity."

Heather and her family made all the time in the world for each other, but made time to nurture their friendships, too. As spring slowly creeped toward summer, the Gordons' lives were blissfully full. ->

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NOTE: I was feeling like I had missed an opportunity to change the spelling of Arron Kalani's name to Arun when he was a baby because his his mother is Zoe Patel (and Arron always irritated me with the two r's, anyway, I know BS reason), but @matchalovertrait gave me the idea of him embracing his name's original spelling now that he's almost a teenager himself. I loved the idea so Arron is, from here on out, officially Arun Kalani!

[if-seal]

hello seal! i've recently started to write out my if, and in the middle of it i realized that in most of the current scenes i've written the mc as having a stronger/bolder personality and reading back some of the scenes kinda depend on mc having that type of personality

i originally planned for mc to be more of a blank slate and i don't want to turn away the people who prefer playing a shyer/softer mcs, so what should i do? rework the scenes so it'll fit better? just go with what i've already written? or is there perhaps a compromise??

Dear Slate-Writing Friend,

This is a fascinating question and one which I think a great many interactive fiction authors, new and old, will be interested in.

For me, consistency is very important indeed. I shall expound upon that below...

There is a certain amount of audience expectation around games in which you are deciding various elements of the MC. I realise I mention Harry duBois of Disco Elysium a lot here, but I find him a useful point of reference for a truly non-blank-slate character where there are many directions in which to turn him. He is a fully set character, but you can guide him in any number of different ways, including dying by sitting on a distressingly uncomfortable chair and such.

Some interactive fiction works in a similar way. Take Birdland and its sequels, for instance: there is a named character whom you are playing. Others may not have a pre-named character but the MC is either only customisable by name or they are not customisable at all.

Then games like those made by Choice of Games involve a blanker slate. I would not always call them an entirely blank slate: they exist within parameters of behaviour and actions. The Creme de la Creme MC cannot have secretly been a criminal before arriving at Gallatin. The Tally Ho MC is a servant. But there is a much higher degree of customisation around their traits (such as gender), skills (such as hunting ability or occult awareness), or personality (such as shyness or calmness).

In some games, these aspects may be less flexible. An MC may always have regrets about an event from their past, for example, or always despise their parents, or always be scholarly and bookish. There are plenty of games which include such inflexible elements and plenty of audiences who enjoy them.

I have two notes for you to consider.

The first is that you'll want to make sure to infuse the game with these elements strongly, grabbing the players with the story and MC so hard that players will buy into it fully and not yearn to play a shy character, for example. You may also want to make it clear when talking about the game that these fixed elements are vital to the story and the play experience because there is a certain expectation of customisability in Choice of Games games and the Twines that are inspired by that style.

The second is that it's important not to inadvertently suggest to players that flexibility might be accessible. So: if you want to present players with an MC who is always extroverted and take-charge, do not include a Shy stat or similar - it will make players confused or cross that their allegedly Shy MC is still bossing people around and taking names.

I suspect that in your case, because of coming to this realisation in the middle of writing, that your MC is currently somewhere in between customisable and set. That is an awkward place to be, because if it feels like not one or the other, players may stumble at the inconsistency. It is a little jarring to feel like the game is intended to pay attention to their MC's personality but isn't. Much more satisfying to know what's going on in either direction.

But this is entirely fine as you're in the middle of the first draft! A great deal of this draft is about discovering what the game needs and what will need changing later. So I would suggest revisiting your earlier scenes and figuring out whether you still like the idea of allowing a customisable personality - or whether you'd like to make the MC less flexible. Either may happen! There are absolutely excellent ways of writing both approaches, but I caution against trying to do a combination as it's easy to end up feeling in a not-so-satisfying limbo.

Thank you very much for your question and I hope this is helpful!

[eriquin]

Making weekly progress graphs

All it took was one (1) person asking about it and I decided to make a post for how to make my progress graphs. Maybe I've done this before. I don't know. I'm doing it now.

For what I do, I use a spreadsheet. It's google docs right now, but I assume you can use anything because I'm not using anything unique to google docs.

You need at least 2 tabs. I have more than that, but let's start here.

Tab 1: Wordcounts

My first tab is called "WIP Progress". Here's what it looks like:

That's one line per WIP per day, if I work on it.

Month and Week are columns derived from the Date column using formulas.

Want the actual formulas? Month is "=concatenate(year(C2), ", ", month(C2))" and Week is "=concatenate(year(C2),", ", text(weeknum(C2-1), "00"))", at least in row 2.

Date column is the day you worked on it, hand entered.

Fic is a title per WIP. You should keep the title the same for each WIP because this will be used to track progress in graphs.

Detail is a note column, doesn't have to be unique. I use it to figure out working ideas and track parts of things. Like, parts 1 and 2 of the Prophetic D&D game are under the same Fic name with the actual title in the Detail column

Start wc is the number of words on that WIP at the start of the day

End wc is the number of words on that WIP at the end of the day

Total is a math formula that does the difference between Start wc and End wc. Literally just "=G2-F2"

And then every day, I add as many lines as things I'm working on and copy the formulas from a previous row and adjust them. So, for today, it looks like this:

Insert rows, copy, paste, change the dates, copy End wc to Start wc, and I'm ready to go.

How long have I been doing this? ...

A while.

More formula and some graphs behind the cut.

Tab 4: Last Week Progress

Let's skip to tab 4 because that's where my graphs come from. Tab 2 is "Progress by Day" and Tab 3 is "Progress by Week" but we'll come back to those if anyone is interested.

Okay, so the general idea is that it looks back 7 days and does a count of how many words, the average (ignoring 0s), and the counts per work per day. Then it graphs them. So how does this work?

Well, the top row is my constants:

Formula in F2: "=averageif($D3:$N10,"<>0")"

Formula in H2: "=MINIFs($D3:$N10, $D3:$N10, "<>0")"

Formula in J2: "=MAXIFS($D3:$N10, $D3:$N10, "<>0")"

The words "Word Documents" is in L2 because I use it in my unique filter. I used to keep track of my work writing but I didn't want it in this graph, so it's filtered out.

Rows 2 through 10 are my data rows. Here's what they look like:

A3: "=TODAY()", A4: "=A3-1", A5: "=A4-1". Follow that pattern as far back as you want to look.

B3: "=sumif('WIP Progress'!C:C,A3,'WIP Progress'!H:H)". Copy that down the column as far as you put down dates. That's give you your daily wordcount.

C3-C10: "=$F$1". Literally that's it. Just inserting the calculated average so that I can graph it nicey.

Tricky bit! D2 is a complicated formula. It looks like: "=transpose(sort(unique(filter('WIP Progress'!D:D, 'WIP Progress'!C:C>=today()-8,ARRAYFORMULA(if(not(exact('WIP Progress'!D:D, 'WIP Progress'!$D$1))*not(exact('WIP Progress'!D:D, $L$1)), True, false))))))"

EDIT! There's a better way that doesn't use ARRAYFORMULA. It's still a monster, but ARRAYFORMULA only works in google sheets. See my reblog of this post for an update:

... Yeah, that's a monster. What it's doing is taking the rows in my WIP Progress tab and filtering out anything that's not within the last 8 days. If you go back more than a week, change the number in the part that says ">=today()-8" to something higher. Then it also removed anything that matches my header row in WIP Progress, and also anything that matches my filter field ("Work Documents"). And then it takes all the unique values of what it finds, sorts them into alphabetical order, and transposes them so that they go in as column headers. This means the column headers change if I add more things to my daily wordcounts, and they stick around for the week.

Anyway, that's what determines the column headers for columns D through M. I've never written on more than 10 WIP in a week, so I've never needed more than that.

For cell D3, I have this formula: "=sumifs('WIP Progress'!$H$1:$H, 'WIP Progress'!$D$1:$D, D$2, 'WIP Progress'!$C$1:$C, $A3)". That is then copied and pasted into the rectangle of numbers there. Everything that needs to change will change, and everything that doesn't won't.

What's it do? Well, it matches the header of the column (D$2, E$2, F$2...) to the date on the lefthand side ($A3, $A4, $A5...) and then does a sum of the values for wordcount that match that column and that date. So if for some reason I have two entries for a WIP on the same date, it'll add them up.

Why would I have this? Sometimes I move stuff to a different document and start a new line with new start wc and end wc. It happens.

Okay, all the formulas are in! Now I have a bunch of numbers. How do I make a graph? This is easier through screenshots:

Go to Edit chart. Again, this is the googs, so if you're in Excel you'll have to look up how to do it differently.

In Setup, this is a Smooth line chart. The data range has the columns from my table above, with a little extra because I think maybe I started with 2 weeks worth. Whatever, extra is fine.

X-axis is Days, which is the first column. Then the series that get plotted are basically one of each column, except for Words because it threw things off.

Series view:

All the blank ones are on here because they don't show up if they've got no data. Well, technically they do but they're all at the 0 line so it just looks darker.

Also helpful:

Next, Customize the chart:

Mostly boring defaults, but here's the place to set the title.

And that's how the chart gets made. I have more charts than this, though...

So many more charts...

I'm willing to write more about them or help with formulas if anyone wants to know more.

[bullet-prooflove]

Sing Me A Song For My Pitt Characters Playlist

Hey friends!

I thought why not put together a prompt list from some of the songs I’ve been playing recently from my Pitt character playlists.

Feel free to pop any of these prompts into my ASK BOX with a Pitt character that I write for and I will write a fic around the prompt.

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

Your beautiful eyes and out of tune guitar

Those sunsets that bled into jean jacket nights

You don’t even cross my mind but I’ve known to tell white lies

Those mornings spent getting lost in paradise

Oh you’re quite a tease when you’re looking this appealing

I just wanna be with you for a sweet moment

She grabbed my face and that’s when she said…

It was good to see you smile its been a while

Now we got the bed sheets all wet so sweaty, your breath on my neck so heavy

I’m obsessed with the edge and just how close that I can get

I don’t even want you back even though you’re all I have

Can I kiss your hips, show you tricks with my mouth

Being stoned and drunk don’t mix with loving her

I know that I’ve been broke before but he’s the pimp that needs a whore

All alone in late life, scared to live, scared to die

I’m here to prove, I’m better than my father was, where he came from too.

Your funeral was beautiful, I think God heard you coming

And your bed won’t stop calling my name

When out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching me

I said, "Why you up in there dancing for cash?I guess a whole a lot's changed since I seen you last."

And that one time in Baton Rouge when we made out in the rain

Holding onto pictures and the smell of your clothes

Where we went chasin' fallin' stars on a hill at your daddy's farm

Eyes on your mouth, yeah, you pull me in

You’ve been replaced by a tattoo of your name

You tried to downplay your beauty but you couldn't fool me

Don't be sorry for callin' me up right outta the blue

There’s something tragic but almost pure – think I could love you but I’m not sure

Feel you slipping through my fingers and I know I’ll never reach you.

Made it through the fire with just a couple cuts and bruises

I’d walk on broken glass if it meant seeing you tonight

Lay down, I go down and you shake, you’re legs trembling

I love the way you never fail to let your hands roam

The hardest part of getting clean is all the damn apologies

You wore that white sundress, Smoked a clove cigarette, Danced barefoot and your hair was a mess

What with my bloodshot eyes and my shaky hands

I was dreamin' you were standin' there wearin' my t-shirt, Wishin' that you could still be here

Want your heart beating on me Don't leave me hot and lonely

Smoke a little weed on the couch in the back room

That silly ring, it wasn't meant to be

Pushing past the limit, trippin' on hallucinogenics

Those stars need to be wished on, Your skin needs to be kissed on

Midnight selfie on a balcony A little somethin' for my lock screen

Tattoos, cutoffs and converse

[gay-victorian-astronomer]

I've really been in the gender soup (derogatory) these last couple days

[gwinver-art]

A timeline of Bisig!! Since I've decided her birthday was in July, I felt it was time for a little retrospective :>

Thought it'd be fun to see how the way I've drawn her has evolved over the years!

[kiyomitakada]

i am going to scream (wip rambling in the tags)

[vargaslovinghours]

Y’all are being subjected to my Sims 2 tests, so there

The other set of Vargases came over for a visit and Scriabin picked up Shmee and started talking to Scriabin through him. Very normal, very usual

I downloaded some circle-glasses recolours and hghghh they look so good! Closer every day to his final details! Getting ever closer!

Edgar too! I made him a custom hair with a lighter undercut - I’m mostly happy with it, probably could’ve shifted it a shade closer to his skintone but the texturing was weird no matter what :P And his stripey shirt! I wish Body Shop didn’t have that hands-on-hips pose lol, it looks so much better in-game, but that’s all the better :)

I got some new clothes for Todd as well! As soon as I saw this ‘fit I was like “Oh that’s 100% Todd there he is.” Scriadad hug ♥ So cute

Foot-dancing together stopp it’s so cute!!

The way he looks at them stoppp <3 <3 They kept doing this right up til they left for home haha, Todd’s giggles are the cutest

Used SimPE to save him to the Body Shop, I now have infinite copies of The Boyyyy ♪

Moved him in with his “parents” as just shadow people basically, they’re not gonna matter in a bit as long as I remember how to get the Social Worker/Adoption process to work properly. Get her Todd!!

Wanna play? :D

Menacing :(

Look, Todd, your new dads are here! Initially I wasn’t sure who I wanted to adopt him, got lots of options; the first passes, the married couple with their own Todd, Johnny?? He definitely doesn’t have the facilities for a child lol But these are the ones that showed up on their own, so the married Vargases are the winners!

Scriabin cares more about him than his actual parents ;; A stranger off the street shows him more care! Not that it’s a high watermark

Look at him being a good dad!

Weh, he just wants friends ;; Poor baby

Best timeline, thank you

While we wait for CPS, let’s get some other interactions in! Nny is mean so he tended to prank the other two with a nose flick - mostly Edgar lol ♪ Now kiss

“Oh please don’t break all my bones~ :3” I love Todd looking up at them haha <3

Pffft, I think he was talking about the other Scriabin and just how attractive he is. Classic Scriabin. Alternatively, also funny to imagine him bragging himself up about how he’s just so handsome that Edgar can’t help but love him hahaha ♪

Allow me to tickle you with my KNIFE! >:D

Get a load of this guy lol

He ended up passing out at one point - I forgot which motives make CPS show up >.> - and completely 0%’d his comfort, but for some reason stargazing increased it?? It’s the same ground wh

Is two not enough to satisfy your butterfly bloodlust child?? He ended up with three, I had him release them before he was picked up by the Social Worker - success!

He rolled a new Want as soon as Todd was taken away - “Wants to see Ghost of Todd” Woah, dark! :0

And here he is on the married Vargases’ lot!! Success!! I did it right!! Heck yeah! :D Unfortunately they were uh, indisposed at the time. Good job guys pft

Goes right for Shmee, he really is Todd <3

[thelastspeecher]

I am forever moderately amused by the fact that I have a biology degree but somehow wound up with a biologist OC whose specialty is not at all what mine is.

like, don't get me wrong, I love amphibians and reptiles. I used to volunteer for a summer camp where I got to show off amphibians and reptiles to kids and tell them all about the creepy crawly critters.

but my specialty is microorganisms. the macroorganisms I've done the most schooling in are invertebrates, in particular molluscs. which are not the purview of a herpetologist.

but character development just sort of happened and now I have a herpetologist OC.

[moe-broey]

I <3 blowing up my save files mid-playthrough or after I've beaten the game and feel aimless or I'm three hours in and incredibly indecisive and perfectionistic and have to start over Better this time or I just get really into One Idea and blow up the save for the sole purpose of achieving the One Idea and once I have it's like. Well. What was the point of that actually. And then I blow it up again

[allisonreader]

My heart hurts. Not physically, but emotionally. I don't like the news, I tend to avoid actively searching it out, for that exact reason. I ache because as people we just can't seem to get along. Learn to compromise and fully try to understand the other side. It's exhausting to understand why people are against certain things, even when it's the opposite of what I personally believe in.