#still very much a work in progress

[ssahotchnerr]

fine i made a dbf!hotch playlist🥰

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Another year has passed, and with it the opportunity to reflect back on all that has happened. While my growth was not as dramatic as last year, I can still see lots of positive change.

I'll never have enough ways to say thank you for all the love and support you have given me this year. On to 2025!

(2023 summary here!)

[nicoleknives]

will I ever finish this?......... 😪

[rustingcat]

Pokemon au comics

Kara’s adventure begins! Follow Kara on her quest to be the very best:)

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[floweroflaurelin]

Chipping away at this massive WIP while I watch tonight’s episode and it’s really getting there 👀🍎

[aelisinsims]

Torneskär play testing

September 18th 2024

Hello everyone!

The past couple of days I've been exporting lots, putting together a save file, and trying to hunt down the package files needed for Torneskär (let me know if I missed anything) and the day is here for me to share my custom world with you all.

Torneskär is definitely still a work in progress, but I invite you to try it out with the disclaimer that only the small one of the two main islands can be considered even close to done. This is my first every custom world and some of my first custom content (very simple overrides and conversions, mostly), but I have play tested this world quite a lot myself and haven't come across any issues yet (except wonky routing that I am still working on). I ask that if you run into any issues, to please let me know, so I can trouble shoot and find a solution before I eventually release this world for everyone to download.

More play testing will be necessary later on, but this is just to catch errors at an as early stage as possible.

Let me know if you want any sims3pack files converted to package files, or if anything seems to be missing. Errors, glitches, lots that seem too small to properly navigate, or floating objects. The list goes on. Anything and everything, please send me a message about it.

I'd love to receive constructive criticism, or if you have any ideas or wishes or just stories you felt inspired to tell with your sims, please share. I'm eager to see what you all create with Torneskär. Please tag it #torneskär so i can find it, or tag me directly ^^

Read more about the world, how to install and what to expect at aelisin.neocities.org and join my discord server for downloads of all upcoming updates to Torneskär

» DISCORD « Updated link october 4th 2024

[flowersintheimpala69]

an excerpt from a WIP abt sam having a notebook in which he writes about a ‘mystery crush’ (dean) and Dean secretly reads the notebook is super jealous of this mystery guy sam has a crush on

Dean knows everything about Sam.

It’s just what happens when you spend your entire life cramped into a single car or motel room with someone. Life on the road doesn’t allow privacy.

Dean probably knows more about Sam than anybody else in the whole world. He knows what classes he takes, what teachers he likes, and which ones he dislikes. He knows Sam’s favorite sport (soccer) and his favorite food (mac & cheese). He knows that he picks the pickles out of his burgers, eats his fries with mustard, and sleeps on his stomach. He knows that Sam stole a copy of The Fellowship of the Ring from a library a few towns back. He knows that he only pretends to like Dean’s music, but in secret, he listens to Pearl Jam and Oasis. He knows all of Sam’s microexpressions, the curve of his smile, and the slope of his nose. He knows the gross stuff too: how Sam smells after three days of not showering, what a sick Sam looks like with snot running down his face. He’s bared witness to Sam’s bare ass and pimply back countless times. He knows about his dandruff, his crusty socks, and the way he sounds jerking off in the shower. Dean knows about Sam’s insistent and gross habit of chewing his nails down to the studs and sticking his knuckle in his mouth when he’s distracted. He probably knows about stuff that Dad doesn’t even know about; like the dumb romance books Sam hides under his mattress, or how Sam doesn’t train nearly as much as Dad thinks he does.

So yeah, Dean knows everything about Sam.

Or at least he would, if it weren’t for that dumb fucking diary.

—

Sam got the diary a few weeks ago. Dean knows fuck all from where he got it, but he has it, and he writes in it all the time. It’s just a simple dark blue composition notebook, but the way Sam guards it, it may as well be made of gold.

“Why do you even need a diary, anyway?”

Sam looks up from his diary and scowls, “It’s a journal, Dean.”

“No, Dad has journals.”

“Fine,” Sam says, rolling his eyes, “It’s a notebook then.”

“Okay fine, what do you need a notebook for?”

“Just. Stuff.”

“Stuff.”

“Yeah,” Sam huffs, “Stuff. Why do you care so much anyway?”

Because I want to know everything about you. Because the thought that you have secret thoughts I don’t know about pisses me off. Because you shouldn’t need a stupid diary when you have me.

Dean scoffs, “I don’t care. I was just. Curious.”

Sam rolls his eyes and goes back to writing.

—

It’s probably not even that interesting. It’s probably just math problems or emo poetry or doodled hearts or dramatic ‘I’m fourteen and hate everything’ rants. It’s just pencil lead on paper. It doesn’t matter. Dean really shouldn’t be this bothered by it.

It’s just.

Sam used to tell him everything. Dean used to pick him up from school and he’d have half a billion things to say. He used to tell Dean when he had a nightmare or when he was mad at Dad. He used to ask Dean things; advice on what to wear or how to make friends or what he should pick to eat. Days spent in hot motel rooms with busted ACs were filled with Sam’s chatter and complaints and giggles and commentary. Sam used to crawl into Dean’s bed at night and press his skinny little body into Dean’s arms and whisper secrets into Dean’s skin.

But now Sam’s angry all the time. He barely talks to Dean, refuses to meet his gaze, and sometimes it’s like Sam can’t even stand being in the same room as him. All Sam does now is glower and huff and scribble in his stupid notebook.

That stupid fucking notebook.

[sangrefae]

my brain has refused to function correctly until i made each of my favorite dunmeshi characters playlists so. holds them out in my grubby little paws If You Are So Inclined

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Something really great about the persona 2 cast is that they all individually fucking SUCK to talk to casually. Every single one of them. They are all infuriating. We have:

Tatsuya, who will stare at you blankly if you try to initiate conversation (IS) and will dip without saying a word afterward (EP)

Batsuya, who will scoff and brush you off/otherwise act dismissive

Eikichi, who might honestly be the best to talk to in the IS crew and that is not saying much, who WILL talk extremely loudly over you (probably not on purpose?) and will not be paying particularly close attention to the conversation beyond whatever he wants to say (gets points for talking about his gf. gets points taken away for constantly talking about his gf)

Lisa, who will automatically assume bad faith and will be rude to you the entire conversation unless you manage to defuse her temper (good luck)

Jun, who is uncommunicative at BEST and requires an encyclopedic knowledge of flowers, metaphor and body language just to get a HINT on what he’s thinking, and who will be extremely polite but completely unhelpful. If you tried asking him what he wants for dinner I guarantee it will be the longest 30 minutes of your life as he goes “oh I have no opinion :) whatever you want. :))” EXCEPT HE DOES HAVE OPINIONS. He has SO MANY OPINIONS. He is Expecting you to be able to pick up on his “obvious” clues. He will be passive aggressive if you don’t. (Jun babygirl you suck so bad I love u)

Maya, who is a delight but will very quickly become grating if you try to talk to her about anything serious as she hits you with the white suburban mom's "how to live a happy, healthy life" lifecoach slogans. You can’t even mention, like, stepping in a puddle or something without her hitting you with the positivity beam.

Yukino is great actually. 10/10. She’s fabulous we love her. Incredible conversationalist, chill and fun and easy to get along with. But she’s from Persona One, she doesn’t Count.

Ulala, who WILL bring up her relationship problems in every conversation within 10 minutes at least once. Any longer and she will start talking about Maya.

Do I even need to explain Baofu. Have you seen him.

And finally, Katsuya, who is a cop and a kiss ass and Very Obvious about these things. Also he can't talk to women. He can barely talk to men. Help Him.

And yet they all work wonderfully as a group. They are so annoying I love them

[babybirbb]

he goes, i go, a marvey playlist

harvey - her’s // good luck, babe - chappell roan // i can see you - taylor swift // calling after me - wallows // cologne - beabadoobee // snap out of it - arctic monkeys // settle down - ricky montgomery // forever with me - conan gray // change - djo // fresh out the slammer - taylor swift // all in - the army, the navy // you’re all i have - snow patrol // leaning on you - haim

[reegis]

Your UDAD art looks even better in person 😁

Will you do any posters for the other albums? bc i WILL buy them

OH I NEVER REALLY GET THE CHANCE TO SEE ANY OF MY ART IRL AAAAAAAAAAA(???!!!!!!!!!!!???!!)

IM SO HAPPY IT LOOKS OK 😭😭😭

im working (slowly but surely) on the layout for a TBI one rn, and hopefully have plans to do the HNOC & OUTIS in the future!!!!!

[thetarttfuldickhead]

The call connects and there’s Roy, seemingly back at his own house, seated on a grey couch and wearing a scowl dark enough to match his t-shirt and jacket.

Trent smiles, though carefully not too wide. “Hello Roy. Thank you for agreeing to this.”

Roy grunts. “Better you than any of the other wankers,” he mutters.

Trent makes an effort to hide his grin. Visibly gloating about having the sort of access to Roy Kent that other journalists – independent or disgraced or otherwise – can only dream of isn’t likely to get him the exclusive comments that he needs from Richmond’s head coach on today’s kerfuffle.

“So,” he offers smoothly, “what do you—“

He’s cut off by the loud bang of a door slamming shut on the other end and a startled fuck from Roy and then there’s Jamie Tartt’s head coming into view as it flops down on Roy’s lap. He must have thrown himself down onto the couch.

“It’s all such fucking bullshit, man,” Jamie pronounces dramatically as he – Trent’s eyebrows rise another inch – grabs Roy’s arm and pulls it over his chest, claiming half a cuddle. “Did you know—“

“I’m in the middle of an interview, you twat,” Roy barks, but he does not, Trent notes with increasing interest and incredulity, remove his arm.

“Since when do— ?” Lifting his head from Roy’s lap, Jamie blinks at the screen. “Oh! Uh. Hi, Trent! How you doin’, you good?” His grin is wide, easy, with no hint of embarrassment, and Trent finds himself smiling back. Jamie has always been charismatic, but the last few years have seen his swagger turn into a good-natured charm that’s surprisingly hard to resist.

“I’m fine, thank you, Jamie. And regarding the news this afternoon, how do you—“

“No,” Roy immediately says, shifting to push Jamie off his lap in spite of the younger man’s indignant protests. “He has no fucking comment. He’s not part of this conversation. He’s not even fucking here.”

“The fuck are you on about, mate, he can see I’m— “

“Go to the kitchen,” Roy interrupts. “Get me a whisky. If I have to listen to you complain about wankers on Twitter or split fingernails or whatever, I need a fucking drink.”

“You’re an arsehole,” Jamie tells him from out of the picture, but he doesn’t sound particularly upset. “I haven’t even got any split fingernails.” And then he must be off because he doesn’t say anything else and Roy turns back to Trent, glaring like he’s daring Trent to say it.

Trent, with equal parts cunning and self-preservation, says nothing at all. Waits.

Eventually, Roy’s shoulders drop a millimeter. He lets out a huff. “Jamie’s fucking needy, all right? He needs fucking hugs and shit and he turns into a moody bitch prima donna if he doesn’t get them, so.” He presses his lips together, having apparently said all he intends to say on the subject.

Trent had noticed Jamie’s fondness for hanging off anyone's and everyone’s shoulder during his season with the team. He hadn’t known and would never have imagined, though, that Roy would ever be willing to indulge the tendency, especially not to this degree. And that rather begs the question...

“Roy,” he says carefully. “You know that, if the two of you are—“

“We’re not.” And Roy closes his eyes, shakes his head. Opens them, looking resigned, but looking a little bit wry too. “Be less fucking weird if we were, wouldn’t it? But we’re not. It’s just… “ He pauses. Shakes his head again. “It’s Jamie. Just… fucking Jamie.”

“Except you are not,” Trent says, just to be clear, just because being a bit of an asshole is a habit, and fun.

“Except I’m not,” Roy growls, and looks like he’s about to add something more – something scatching and imaginatively insulting, Trent assumes – but then he lifts his head, turning towards someone offscreen. “What— ? Yeah, we’re fucking done. Bye, Crimm,” he adds, and then the screen goes dark as Roy abruptly ends the call.

“Bye, Roy,” Trent tells the silence. “I’ll just text you the questions, shall I? You can get back to me when you’re done giving Jamie Tartt a cuddle.”

[naariel]

Tav?  Halsin? Do you remember that day you rescued me from the goblins? I sure do ‒ you came fighting out after me! Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass And you were bleeding all over the place And I rushed to put healing word on you, you remember that? Yes, I do Well there's something I never told you about that night What didn't you tell me? While you were sitting in the that old temple of Selune Smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last I was falling deep, deeply in love with you And I never told you 'til just now.

Home.

[assassin-artist]

tried drawing messmer but realized i miss my wife, so time to draw ranni first<3 [WIP]

[livesincerely]

One of the last things that gets packed⁠—right up there with the wifi router, the stuff for the bathroom, and Jack’s good pillow⁠—is the calendar. Davey carefully peels it from it’s place of honor on the front of the fridge, almost the whole of April carefully x-ed out. 

“The 29th is on Friday,” he notes as he tucks it carefully away, smiling softly. “We should try and do something.”

“Dave, we are up to our ears in fuckin’ boxes,” Jack complains from his spot on the floor, giving an earnest attempt at becoming one with the carpet. “We ain’t gonna get our deposit back if we ain’t outta here before the first.”

“You were out of town on a contract last year and the year before that we both had the flu,” Davey complains. “It’d be nice if we could actually do something to celebrate.”

It’s at this point that Jack realizes he has no idea what the fuck Davey’s talking about.

“Dave,” he says. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“The 29th,” Davey says, like that alone is enough of an explanation.

“What’s so special about the 29th?” Jack asks.

Davey frowns⁠. And not just his Jack, you dumbass frown, but the full-blown, pinched-mouth, brow-furrowed, Jack, this isn’t funny, stop it frown that makes makes Jack’s heart want to shrivel up and die whenever it’s pointed his way.

So, Jack pivots. Hard.

“I’m kiddin’,” he quickly assures him, pushing himself up on his elbows as his mind races for some kind of solution. “‘Course we can do somethin’. Maybe dinner at that Italian place we saw on the corner? It looked like a nice joint.”

Davey’s expression clears. 

“God, I would kill for some tiramasu,” he says wistfully. 

“Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” Jack laughs, relieved. “I’ll call in the morning, see if they take reservations.”

“Perfect,” Davey says, with a beaming smile that makes Jack’s heart lurch for entirely different reasons. “It’s a date.”

“Yeah,” Jack says weakly. “It’s a date.”