#sims portrai

[thesinclairroyals]

House of Sinclair

The annual family portraits of the Britechester Royal Family are out!

From left to right: King Elijah & Queen Eleanor, Prince Rohan Sinclair, Crown Prince Pablo & Princess Cordelia.

[smulie]

Stevie begins therapy to sort through her feelings about having a baby. [Stevie's therapist - Birdie by the awesome @bakersimmer thanks again!]

[nwjws]

HEART OF (24K) GOLD - EIGHT

; SYNOPSIS - jake’s had it easy his whole life. with a famous actor for a dad and his mom being the head nurse at a private clinic in the city, everything he wants gets handed to him on a silver platter - at least, until he meets you at a MUN conference. now, he’s forced to learn that money doesn’t buy everything, but he’s willing to do what it takes to be yours.

EIGHT maccas maccas spiderinfestation maccas

— SEVEN ; MASTERLIST ; NINE

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[elderwisp]

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Icarus: What are you auditioning for anyways?

Frances: An internship. Don’t worry though, it shouldn’t interfere with work.

Icarus: That’s great news!

Frances: I haven’t landed it yet.

Icarus: Still, that’s exciting. Are you graduating this year?

Frances: I can confidently say yes all thanks to you. I’m gonna pay you back, I haven’t forgotten. 

Icarus: Ah, don’t worry too much about that. I would much rather you focus on your future.

Frances: [ chimes ] Moddddd-est. 

Icarus: Oh my god. 

Frances: You ready?

Icarus: Mhm.

[ As soon as the bow glides across the string, a sharp vibration pierces the room. This sound is much less kinder than the last. Instead, the shrill produced from the instrument are reminiscent of an anxiety-ridden mind. ]

Frances: What do you think?

Icarus: Well… I certainly felt something.

Frances: It was bad wasn’t it? Fuuuck. No! 

Icarus: Wait! Sorry! It wasn’t bad. I think you could hear the nerves. If that was what you wanted then great!

Frances: Icarus that’s horrible! That’s not what I want them to hear!

Icarus: I mean, life imitates art, right? Is there something going on? 

Frances: Yes. It always feels like there’s something going on though. 

Icarus: And that’s fine, everyone is going through something. Myself included.

Frances: [ scoffs ] Yeah right!

Icarus: What do you mean by that?

[matchalovertrait]

Never change, Erick.

I've had a post like this in mind for so long now thanks to this ask I got back in February! Oksana, consider yourself the inspiration behind this post 🤩 your ask made me think more about who Erick is as a person.

[just-ornstein]

In an isolated system, entropy can only increase.

[thehotshit789]

no one gets stp like i do that's transfem toxic yuri right there

[milogreer]

instead of a picrew i remembered i had pics of my sims so!! here are my sweetheart and milo designs :) sweetheart's south korean and milo's afro-latino <3 sims won't let milo wear a chain with that jacket but rest assured he is always wearing one!!!

[hikiclawd]

drawing selfship art is realllllllly good for your health . btw.

[melandrops]

Over the years, media - including TV series, movies, and books - has seen an exponential rise in queer representation for a variety of reasons. Whether it's for the money, the gold star someone on Twitter is going to give you, or the good natured desire to represent a minority in your art, there's going to be queer representation. With this queer representation, there has been an increasing discourse on the topic of "good representation." What constitutes good representation? Who decides that? How is an artist meant to portray such a complicated and diverse community? I propose that The Magnus Archives perfectly encapsulates what it means to have "good representation." It portrays a diverse selection of characters, all of whom are flawed and contain their own backstory and motivation, while gracefully skirting negative stereotypes. It portrays often underrepresented sexualities and uses subtext in a masterful way to leave much up to the audience, while also being unafraid to say that this is a story containing queerness. In this essay I will

[cult-of-the-eye]

Flesh avatar!Martin fic

TW: severe body image issues, self hatred, negative self talk, body dysmorphia, body horror (ish), unhealthy one sided relationships

Jon wasn’t eating.

The level of Martin’s romantic obsession had never crossed the line of tracking someone’s eating habits, but it didn’t take a genius to see that whatever he was eating, it wasn’t enough. His own apple and snack bar combination had lasted him throughout secondary school, a certainty that he sincerely hoped wouldn’t change any time soon. But Jon needed it more than him.

Behind his desk, he felt small. He didn’t have to be aware of the flesh that hung off his limbs in jiggling masses, so he opted for something better. Something smaller. Jon was substantially smaller than him - a fact that he found overwhelming at first. He switched between the constant burning of awe of a lithe and sharp frame and the need to put his excess to use.

The line of sight from his desk to Jon’s office was cruelly clear. A hulking great wooden door between them, one that was the stumbling subject of many of his own poems. A foggy allegory of distance. It was a momentous occasion of sunshine when that door peeled open. Each time, Martin drank his fill of Jonathan Sims, but recently, it had left his mouth uncomfortably dry.

Today was one of those occasions. A forest green sweater vest hung off what only just passed off as a body. Lines cut beneath his deep brown eyes, distracting rather than highlighting. Cheekbones that once lifted a haughty expression only shadowed a much heavier one. Maybe this was just the rose tint that surrounded Jon, romanticising a time of crisis where Martin could justify stepping in. Or maybe Jon was actually not doing well. His body followed this line of thinking, footsteps treading heavily after Jon’s rabbit-footed paces, into the kitchen.

“Hi, Jon.”

Fat kids could only ever want to be one of three things when they grew up. Either utilise their size as a sign of comedy, strength or as softness. Anything else was unforgivable. Martin chose softness. He let that seep into his words, melting his body into the patches in the floor, so he would not trip.

“Martin.”

He lapped up the slight incline of his neck, a nod that contained a dizzying array of possibilities. Jon was clutching at a chipped mug as if it were his only anchor to the mortal world. Martin was inclined to believe that.

“I was wondering…”

The cupboard doors bristled against the hinges in the silence that followed. Jon did not expect further conversation. Neither did Martin.

“Yes?”

“I brought too much food.”

“Right.”

Now, Martin. Prove your value as a pile of meat.

“Would you like some?”

An apple. A peace offering. An organic bridge of sorts, nutrients shared from a body that doesn’t need it to a body that does. Almost parasitic. And Jon looked at it as such. With the disgust of someone offering to attach to him, to leach off of his energy and time.

“It’s just a fruit. It won’t kill you.”

Jon’s eyes sunk further into the past. Into whatever warren he had been dragged into, taking from him his edges and sanding down into the bare necessities. Martin only had one card left to play.

“I…please just take it, Jon?”

Sincerity.

Emotions are rarely seen in the fat kid. Emotions are frowned upon. They increase your size, your ability to be noticed, so reassuring or stoic or half-laughing are your only choices. This is a wildcard. Not even Jonathan Sims could predict his response. Unpredictable was something Martin could get used to being.

“...Sure, Martin.”

Jon gave Martin a wide berth while crossing the kitchen. As if he had grown suddenly and was unsure of his new dimensions. Martin felt no contortion of his size, standing, watching Jon walk away, biting the apple in his hand. There was no door to the kitchen, of any material, let alone wood. Nothing especially poetic about eating an apple in an office. Just a faint sense of hunger and a new willingness to do something about it.

[citylighten]

In the One Night in Enamorada universe, Pietro and Rosaria's children are still kids. Carlo's a teen, Antonella and Angela are 11, Michael and Fiora are toddlers. Sal adores his nieces and nephews, but his dynamic with the twins is extra special. Like, Antonella is his ride or die.

But the twins feel 'worried' about their uncle because he's unmarried. Sure, Sal has been married a time or two in this verse, but nothing lasted. They both think it would be so nice if he found love.

And Angela really likes Eve (because Eve met Sal through Rosaria, so Eve knew of Rosaria and her kids first) so she thinks they would be a good couple 😭

[melien]

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

[chickendoodle-soup]

getting into the magnus archives as a jonathan sims kinnie is fucking wild because i feel like ive been kicked in the balls every 5 minutes.

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Digital art of Martin and Jon from TMA. Martin is a short, fat, white man with greying brown hair and a scruffy beard. He wears circular glasses, a rucksack slung haphazardly over one shoulder, and filthy, nondescript clothing. Jon is a tall, thin, British-Indian man with receding silver hair, severe facial scarring, and a patchy beard. He also wears glasses and similar clothing, but his rucksack sits on the dirt beside him. Both are seated side-by-side against a bloodied tree-stump. Jon has one hand on Martin’s shoulder and the other around his upper arm. Both stare vacantly into the middle distance with sad, haunted expressions. Behind them, the Panopticon and several red spectral eyes are visible, all seemingly focused on them. End ID.]

something something grounding techniques. because. they’re resting on the ground. but also staying in physical contact like how otters hold hands to sleep so they don’t get lost.

[tiger-is-a-certified-idiot]

The Miku-Binder-Jefferson-ification of the Archivist is the funniest shit to me

Wears a skirt? Sure

Long ass hair? Okay!

She/they pronouns? Good 4 her !!

Smokes weed? Fuck yeah she does!

<3<3<3

He would never in canon