#wip: Los Santos

[raewritesf1]

Hi Rae! Can we get a little something from "Los santos"? 👀👀

Inspired by the song of the same name by Current Blue

His mind was racing a mile a minute, it felt rather similar to end of a race when he was coming down from that high. His heart was still pumping with adrenaline from the speed of the Valkyrie, fingers still buzzing, mind a bit frantic. He felt a little delirious in that moment.

George was saying something, but he couldn’t hear past his own blood rushing in his ear. His eyes instead fell to George's mouth, watching the way his lips moved as he spoke, the way his tongue slowly ran over his bottom lip.

He wondered for a second if his lip would still taste of the brandy George had drank before they left, and if they would feel as soft as they.

George froze in place, a shape intake of breath was his only reaction before Max’s lips pressed against his.

The kiss was, well, too short to really call a kiss, it was a brief brush of lips more than anything. It was short, awkward a, a stilted, neither

Max blinked and pulled back, terrors thruming through his body. What the actual fuck was he thinking. He'd obviouly let himself get too caught up in whatever this little game, George was playing was. They weren't stangers, they were coworkers, and he shouldn't be going around kissing his male co-workers, especially not mercedes golden boy George Fucking Russell.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." he said, voice thick with emotion. He didn't even want to look at George, see the way his face srunched up in disgust or anger.

He needed to get away from this feeling, from George, and just clear this haze of adrenaline from his mind. He slid off the hood of the car, not really knowing where he was planning to go, or where exactly he’s even driven them. A hand grasped his forearm holding him in place.

“George let go.” He snapped, trying to pull his arm away, but George held firm.

“Max, mate, calm down and just look at me.” George said, gently grasping his hand, George pulled him back, legs parting to accommodate him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered again, not really knowing what else to say.

"Hey, you don't need to apologize," He said, cupping Max’s face and slowly coaxing him to meet his eyes. His voice was soft, as if Max was some small animal that was going to scammper away at the first sign of trouble, which, he thought for a second, was understandable. "I'm not drunk enough that I wouldn't have stopped you from doing something I didn't like."

It took a second for George's words to really sink in. He wasn't drunk enough to not have stopped him from doing something he didn't like. George was sober enough to have stopped Max from kissiing him if he didn't like it. George didn’t stop him from kissing him.

He looked up. George’s eyes started back at him, brimming with concern. The small glow of moonlight was more than enough to illuminate the dusting of red on his cheeks.

Max swallowed, hand shifting till it rested on George's waist. A voice, which sounded an awful lot like his father, reminded him what a bad idea this was. He ignored it, pulling George closer by the waist, and kissed him. Gently, savoring the feel of George’s lips against his.

[axel-tiredstudent]

Today is my oc Absalom's birthday!!!

I started a drawing for him a couple of days ago but knew I wasn't gonna finish it on time. Still, here it is so far!

[serioussimming]

Los Santos - (Visual) Progress Report 2022 - Part 1: Scenery

Another year went by and another 5% got done. I wish I had more time to work on this. Maybe I’ll be done by 2030 ;)

Also I must admit It’s kind of annoying how there is no Sims game that has it all. I’m actually way more home in The Sims 2 but Sims 3 CAW is unmatched when it comes to flexibility. I really hope “Project Rene” is doing better in that department but i wouldn’t depend on it honestly.

[garthcelyn]

At it again lads

[avidrawsthings]

Preview of the next batch of kiddos showing off their magic. Each of them are going to be at the age of when they got their respective magic, which is why Ricardo is 13 on the left. Chiara looks off cuz I've never drawn her before, so she'll definitely have more tweaking when I re-sketch her.

[survivingmexico]

WIP 2024 - March results

Well, March was a better month for writing than February. I wrote a bit of this and that, but I didn’t finish any of the outstanding WIPs. That’s okay. I’m feeling optimistic about April.  I’d like to take a minute to share ALL of the books that are currently available on Amazon in case you haven’t checked in a while. I’m proud of all my babies (books) and am eternally hopeful that each and…

[rreskk]

CHOPPER

Summary: A last minute night. Trevor pulled you onto the helicopter and played around to gain reactions for his amusement.

Notes: This is a failed WIP. It was going to end in smut but I'm so busy *screams*

TW: Nothing! :)

Word count: 1490

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

“Los Santos,” You heard him utter as you hovered over the shiny lights illuminating from the many skyscrapers. Despite the heavy background noise of it’s engine rumbling, the scenery was enjoyable and Trevor’s controlled steering offered you the expertise of this one in a life-time experience, “You ever seen it from this height?”

Obviously the answer was no. Out of everything, he just wanted to hear you praise his efforts and pilot skills. The many times he insisted on taking you out – the plans always deteriorating due to the conflicted schedules and lifestyles – it surprised you that, soon as the clock striked midnight, he was urging you out of that metal shack and into the “big rig”, his helicopter.

The moment your safety was at risk, watching the floor get blurry with distance, you never felt so close to the stars that all the self-awarenesses of danger disappeared.

“No.” You finally replied after admiring the polluted city. Usually it was distressing to be in that environment, but it was just you and him. Alone and above. Solidarity and tranquillity.

“It’s better up here,” Trevor adjusted his headgear and gave you a small grin, “It’s not too cold, is it?”

You shook your head, eyes not daring to leave the human life below.

“Good. Scenery is better without the door.”

His tone was cocky as he knew this was your first time in a helicopter. He took pride in that, almost abusing your responses into boosting his ego. You noticed but seeing him smile proudly was such a rare treat. You’d be damned to see it on a regular day. It made your night special.

“Does it look good during daytime?” You decided to ask out of curiosity.

Trevor glanced over to your direction and shook his head. With all his experience as a pilot, he could easily multitask and still deliver great security over the chopper. Meaning he easily engaged in the conversation without constant pauses or hesitation.  

“No,” Was his response, “Nighttime is always better. Something about the lights and stars. It’s much more peaceful.”

This made sense. You unconsciously nodded your head in agreement and picked between the various sights. The pier was brighter than day. You saw the wheel spin, roller-coaster blast, the distant lights of people surfing the water via boats and yachts; those wealthy people enjoying midnight hours as their lives are free of worry and work, the only lights comforting the poor being those still working around the clock, those restaurant shop windows with beaming orange gleams; workers wiping the floors and thinking about their hours tomorrow with sweat trickling down their brows, pockets lacking cash, cars threatening to break on the journey home; traffic piling on the main roads, and from your sights, the roads were showing no remorse for the midnight societies.

And you were watching all of this from high above. Such glory and luxury, it made you realise why Trevor was so persistent and forceful when dragging you onto the chopper.

So maybe you were invested in the experience that when the helicopter came to a small stop, hovering on a stationary pose, you remained captivated by elsewhere.  

“It’s quite a view.” Trevor felt compelled to speak as you were closed off, in a haze of delusions.

You gained some sensory back and looked at him with a content smile. Though his voice was filtered by the hardness of the helicopters wings, he was still heard, that roughened groan falling between the break of words. Alluring your attention back.

“You scared of heights?”

“No?” You frowned, wondering what made him ask since you were thriving.

Trevor grinned, “Haven’t piss yourself, have you?”

“Oh shut up…” Now you had recognised his playfulness and shrugged it off before he could rile you up more. The typical Philips treatment.

“Making sure you ain’t gonna leave stains on this beauty, ay. She’s a keeper, my own.” He referred to the chopper’s interior and when you gazed over your shoulder, there were no storage apart from the lonely boxes of whatever ammo and guns he takes. Nonetheless, you were certain that this wasn’t his, so you gave him a knowing stare and he immediately clenched the controls defensively, “Woah. Don’t gimme that look.”  

“What look?”

“I know that fuckin’ face.” He huffed.

“Just say that this is not your helicop – “

“Woah, hey, hey! She ain’t stolen! I’ve just… Borrowed.”

“Borrowed?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Trevor accelerated the chopper so it was slyly moving across the countless houses, “I borrowed for nights like these, you know? Escaping reality with my woman.”

Knowing him, you avoided anymore confrontation and poked your head out of the open door again. What he said were lies, if you could smell some. A chopper with spraypainted graffiti of his company name was no ordinary owned aircraft.

You felt him freeze at your running mind. He leaned over and caressed your thigh with a pouty snarl shaping his scarred lips. Them menacing eyes scanned for any signs of amends and he continued caressing your thigh until he did.

“Don’t be like that.” Trevor scoffed, desperate for your attention again.  

“I’m enjoying the view.” You attempted to say but he grabbed your chin and coerced for the wanted attention. Now your head was exacted to face him. Now you were feeling unsafe since his focus switched from the flying, to the passenger beside him, you. The controls went unmonitored and any second you expected gravity to throw you down.

“You’re tensing up,” He acknowledged, “Take a chill pill, sugar. I can do two things at once.”

“Can you?”

“I am right now. Can’t you see?”

“Yes. I can see.” You grumbled and felt his hand tightened. And it made you frightened.

Trevor abstained your stiffened frame by leaning outrageously close. He was supposed to be the pilot and here he was, the tip of his nose tickling your jaw, his sticky fingers itching around your thigh where it sent a wave of discomfort. The nerves were overstimulating and the fresh air from being high above was not helping. You pressed your head against the seat and prayed to God with no faith.

Yet he just chuckled at your discomposure, his hot breath penetrating your skin, the confliction of both the open air and his panting; the steamy hot and cold mixture messing with your temperature.

“Trevor. C’mon. Please, concentrate.” You stressed with eyes closed.

You heard him mumble something inaudible until he repeated it in a meaner, colder tone, “What’s up with you?”

“Fly us home. I’m getting air sickness,” Was that the truth? No. You were facing anxiety about his recklessness and offered more to say, “Watch where you’re taking us.”

Trevor frowned, ignoring your suggestion by kissing below your ear, his lips sensual. It made you shiver.

“Calm down, sugar. Don’t you love the view?” He purred into your ear.

This asshole, you thought when making eye-contact. He was freehandedly steering the controls while smirking at you, winking in the process.

You’d be so mad but his smug face. It made your cheeks flush. Despite the darkness of the night, you still saw how mellow and bitter-sweet his sepia eyes were, all that insanity rushing to dilate his sinister pupils. So hypnotic and dangerous. As you analysed every feature of his eyes, your head itched closer unconsciously. Until you smelt his breath, you snapped back, body freezing. The helicopter quaver against the amplitude and, with reflexed panic, you gripped his wrist and gasped. With his lips close to yours, his eyelids fluttered close as you breathed in his face and a grin widened.

“Trevor,” You passively whispered, “It’s shaking – “

“Natural winds, darling. Natural winds.” He snickered before pressing his lips against yours.

You were immediately taken by surprise and all words were snatched faster than any bullet. It wasn’t a smooth, sweet kiss. He inhaled you, tongue combating with yours and small groans escaping his throat like a relieved sigh.

The chopper stayed stationary as it hovered. The pilot was too busy getting handsy, your waist being trampled with and his mouth refusing to depart from yours.

“C’mere…” Trevor pled faintly between kisses and tugged on your hips. It wasn’t even a saying, everything shuddered, the chopper, your nerves, his hands, as he dragged you onto his lap.

The change of weight tilted the helicopter slightly and he laughed when you grabbed onto his shoulder for support. He had an open door beside him, like you, so this was double danger since there were no restraints holding you back.

“Trevor!” You’d say for the hundredth time that night.

“Alright! Fine, fine.” It took him a moment to realise the danger and helped you back into your seat.

A chair never felt so good as you sunk into it, panting.

“Next destination: my bedroom!” He continued to tease while steering round, heading back to the horizons you came from.

[tigertofu]

💌 = ao3 | 💞 = mild nsfw | 💗 = explicit smut |❓ = requested

18+ only ! minors DNI.

please heed the tags on my ao3 fics !

❀ longfics ❀

A Toxic Strain | E | Trevor/Female OC | 220k words, complete 💌💗

After a territory dispute with dispensary owner Franklin Clinton, 23-year-old Kacie Ocampo is coerced into abandoning her simple life of slinging dime bags of homegrown weed on Vespucci Beach and relocating to Sandy Shores to work for a violent, unpredictable criminal: Trevor Philips. A storm of conflicting emotions brews within Kacie as she falls victim to Trevor's manipulation while also harboring intense feelings of attraction to him - a storm that threatens her senses of morality and rationality with obliteration. She finds herself dragged into increasingly dangerous situations as Trevor tangles with a vengeful gang of bikers, his own mental instability, and a past that he refuses to let go of.

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Growing Pains | E | Trevor/Female OC | 230k words, complete 💌💗

Kacie and Trevor's first few months as a couple have passed by in a hedonistic haze of sex, drugs, and petty crime. A toxic codependency has taken root, and neither of them have even tried to mitigate its growth. Trevor is more than happy to have an unlimited source of affection and attention, and so long as she's having fun with him, Kacie cares about little else. But a series of bad choices - some made by her, some made by him - may be enough to make things decidedly unfun.

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Burning in Heaven | E | Trevor/Female OC | 34k words, WIP 💌💗

After starting a new life together in their totally–legally–obtained home in Rockford Hills, Kacie and Trevor are hard at work finding their footing in Los Santos. Getting Trevor’s new lifestyle coaching career off the ground has turned out to be no small feat, and the couple have turned to more familiar ways of squeezing profit from the city’s scores of drug–addicted citizens in the meantime. Though their work is challenging, more strenuous problems arise. Their relationship has finally levelled out into their own twisted (yet mostly happy) version of domestic bliss, but as an old flame is reignited and a new one is set, their peace is threatened by more than just the dangers of Los Santos’ criminal underbelly.

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Handsome in an Ugly Way | E | Trevor/Fem!Reader | 27k words, WIP 💌💗

You're a clerk at a liquor store in Sandy Shores. The job is mind-numbingly boring and most of the customers are assholes. But one customer, the biggest asshole of them all, has caught your eye. And on one particular night, he notices you looking at him.

❀ headcanon lists ❀

my stupid-long list of general trevor headcanons 💞

trevor w/ pregnant fem!reader & their baby 💞❓

north yankton trevor w/ photographer fem!reader 💞❓

general north yankton era headcanons about trevor, michael, and brad ❓

trevor as a husband and father ❓

hate to love w/ fem!reader & north yankton era trevor 💞❓

north yankton trevor w/ a goth fem!reader 💗❓

❀ oneshots/short fics ❀

fem!reader meeting & hooking up w/ trevor 💗

north yankton trevor meeting & falling for fem!reader who is into boxing 💞❓

post ending-b trevor/fem!reader who reminds him of michael 💌❓

sandy shores exhile era trevor/michael 💌

fem!reader surprises trevor in lingerie 💌💗

chubby and shy fem!reader/trevor 💗❓️(+ separate ao3 link)

[the-timeless-writes]

Six Sentences Tag

Tagged by @ink-enchanted (thank you ♥️)

Rules: post 6 sentences from a current WIP

“—No lo entiendo —dijo Siahn.

—Y nunca lo harás.

Porque él no era un descendiente de Sien.

No había pasado largas horas clavando sus rodillas en la piedra, sosteniendo las frías cuentas que marcaban las oraciones. No había escuchado las trágicas historias de aquellos a quienes llamaban santos. No había convivido con el dolor de los secretos y la condena de la magia.”

“—I don't understand —said Siahn.

—And you never will.

Because he wasn't a descendant of Sien.

He hadn't spent long hours kneeling on the hard stone, holding the cold beads that marked the prayers. He hadn't listened to the tragic stories of those they called saints. He had not lived with the pain of secrets and the curse of the magic.”

I'm tagging anyone that want to do it

[unchartedperils]

Back again and I’ve officially started TWO MORE WIPS, both somehow to totally set in the GTA universe (again thank you @beeutifulllov3r for the kick to get back into GTA the last week)!

First one is totally set in the GTA universe and is the prequel to Marina, Luis, and Tony’s adventure in Los Santos being GTA 4/Ballad of Gay Tony proper. This will explore in true depth how Marina manages as only an 18 yr old to fuck up their lives even more than Tony and Luis already do to themselves in TBGT. And as teased via flashbacks in TBMS, it starts off in a dramatic way (sorta).

Onto #2 and the more proud one so far for me: remember that certain Lara Croft manip I showed back in April with both the background of my profile and that pinned post? Well it’s finally here!

Lara Croft is sucked by bestie Samantha Nishimura along with the rest of the so far Endurance submarine crew into taking a vacation in Liberty City where Sam wants to get Lara out of her shell by going for a night on the town. But as you might guess, Lara’s got a more serious mission.

She’s heard rumblings of her mentor and surrogate father Conrad Roth in unfortunately making the same mistake her father made once or twice: getting involved with shady people whom not to trust. And she’s determined to investigate. However, as you GTA fans know Liberty City is full of dangerous criminals and in Roth’s case there’s a new generation of criminals bred within the last 3-4 yrs since Niko Bellic, Johnny Klebbitz, and Luis Lopez unknowingly changed the criminal landscape for better or worse. And Roth owes money to one of them looking to carve his own name in the city’s underground…

The effect in all this: Lara is putting herself in serious danger and if things go wrong, Roth will have to undergo a dangerous adventure to save his Little Bird. Btw this takes place a year before Yamatai and 4 yrs after the events of GTA4+TLAD/TBGT.

Both the opening chapters of Tony Prince and His Bitch and Roth And His Ransom contain GTA’s usual strong-derogatory language with so far homophobic and sexist remarks, violence, kidnapping, non consensual bondage, touching, humilation, and implied rape+sexual slavery.

Btw only posting the missing poster inspired by this tale. Book cover is in Roth and Ransom. If you’re looking for manips from GTA, they’re in the post from a few days ago down below.

[rioxramirez]

FULL NAME: Reynaldo "Rio" Cesar Ramirez

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Don Corleone (The Godfather), Eric Northman (True Blood), James Delaney (Taboo), Dwight Manfredi (Tulsa King)

FACE CLAIM: DJ Cotrona

GENDER: Male ( he/him )

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

AGE:  42/562 

SPECIES: Vampire

OCCUPATION: Owner of The Glass Slipper Strip Club

LIVES IN: Sycamore Hills

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❝ Life begins at night. ❞ 

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PERSONALITY TRAITS

Positive: Observant ◇ Protective  ◇ Passionate

Negative: Smug  ◇ Machiavellian  ◇ Resentful

INTEL

Their Priorities: Himself, his business (including anyone on his payroll), and anyone he may actually care about.

Muse’s soft spot: Sentimental things. Possessions that truly mean something to someone whether it be actual belongings, feelings, or memories.

Greatest strength: His calculated way of thinking and quick reactions.

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His grudge holding and convictions (both of which he fails to see as a weakness), and anyone he may let on means anything to him. He can be protective to a fault.

Muse’s secret: WIP

Hobbies: WIP Things they love: His memories of family. His mentor. Pet Peeves: Those who try to bullshit him or blow smoke up his ass, aggressive customers with his employees, thieves, new age slang. PAST: Rio was born in Barcelona, Spain in 1460 to working class parents. He was the middle child of five children and none of them had much of a childhood, having to contribute to the household by working. As young as five years old, he was working at the harbor, starting out with simply helping fishermen, and as he got older, he was unloading the cargo from merchant and trade ships. Any free time was spent with family, having been taught that family was most important.

He was 18 when the Spanish Inquisition started and even though he was content with unloading ships, he was pulled into the movement by his uncle, who was one of the many priests involved. Rio was among those sent out to confiscate personal belongings from those the Inquisition was against as well as those who were going against the Inquisition. The ones secretly accepting of the religions they were trying to drive out while swearing allegiance with the Catholic monarchs. For several years, he took his job seriously, not just in loyalty to the King and Queen, but also in loyalty to his uncle. He wasn't about to make him look bad and he blindly bought right into the cause of the Inquisition without hesitation, no matter the devastation he brought on those he took from.

It took twenty five years for Rio's eyes to start opening up to how wrong it was, and for him to start joining those secretly supporting those being targeting. While he would appear to be persecuting, confiscating, and forcing religious conversions, he was really helping. Advising. Aiding them to get away. Allowing them to live without compromising who they were. Allowing them to live, period. He got away with it for nearly two years before he was caught, and he was turned in a dark and filthy cell by one of the Monarchs' advisors who seemed to successfully hide he was a vampire. Rio was released from imprisonment in the middle of the night before they could sentence him, but his maker left him to fend for himself. For weeks, he was in pure survival mode as each nightfall he worked his way around Europe. That was when he met the man who became his mentor. The vampire who took the time to teach him everything his maker should have.

The man kept him under his wing for centuries, the two of them eventually stowing away on a cargo ship to the Americas. Once Rio became more confident in himself and his altered life, they reluctantly parted ways with the promise they'd cross paths again eventually. It wasn't long before Rio really started to embrace the immortality he was given, using his seduction and manipulation skills to get who and what he wanted.

PRESENT: Today he's a long time residence of Los Santos as the owner of a successful strip club, constantly surrounded by beautiful people, and living a luxurious life. The kind of life he at one time so long ago would have never thought possible. He's become quite the business man and has all he could ever want, except someone to share it with. He rarely shares his bed and doesn't even really have anyone he could really call a friend. It's his own fault, being so careful not to become attached as they could only become a liability to him as a weakness. And Rio Ramirez can't show to have any vulnerabilities. It's just him and his business.

CONNECTIONS ◇ established and wanted

Established

Danny Whitechapel: Danny is Rio's sire who turned him in that dirty cell in Spain during the Inquisition, and then left him to fend for himself. Rio hasn't thought about his maker since meeting his mentor, and he doesn't really know who he is, so he isn't really prepared to see him again.

Amelia Alvarez: Amelia and Rio have hooked up at least a couple of times, neither of them really knowing much of the other. It started out as supposed to just being a one night stand, but they've been drawn right back to each other at least once more. She doesn't yet know he's a vampire and he's yet to catch on that she's a hunter.

Lucas Boyce: Lucas is actually one of the very rare few Rio sees as a legitimate friend. They connected the first time Rio went in to get some ink work done, Lucas being his tattoo artist. He keeps Rio grounded and the vampire isn't quite so broody when the hellhound is around.

Wanted

Any of his employees at the strip club.

Perhaps his mentor? Rio hasn't seem him in quite some time and is the only person he could trust since after being turned and left by his maker.

[raewritesf1]

WIP TITLE GAME

RULES: post the name of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPS (I am not doing this because I have too many wips and don’t know that many writer)

Thanks to the lovely @crimsonicarus for the tag 😚

Escapism

Calls & Cats pt2

Maybe I just wanna be yours…

Company

Los Santos

Black Pleated Skirt

Belgian Chocolate

Make Me

The Nanny

Washing Machine Heart

Stay

Bury My Love (Danny pov)

5+1 Getting Caught

Crisis

Date Me?

Birthday Gift

The Grudge

Complementary Colors

The Only Exception

You Are In Love

Is There Somewhere

The Everlasting Effect of You

Pierresteban Hanahaki fic

Just a Gax scene

Request: Bite

Request: Caught

Request: Seven

Request: Jealousy, Jealousy pt1

Request: Jealousy, Jealousy pt2

Your writing on my heart

Double Booked

College Au

Drivers Dinner AU

If you haven’t been tagged and wanna participate @alphatinies @landoom @im-probably-crying-rn-ngl

[thespritepepsi]

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

These are my tagged wips specifically because I have way too many to list otherwise 😂 I usually come up with a title first so some are blank docs with only the title. I’m not tagging anyone specifically, so if you see this and are interested, consider yourself tagged 😁

• Pretty Little Poison (Pope)

• As The World Caves In (Pope) (Bad Ending)

• Silver Screens and Silver Tongues (Cooper Howard | The Ghoul)

• I Can See You (Connor)

• Los Santos, City of Sin (Working Title)

• Illicit Affairs (Pope) (Neutral Ending) *The Grant Chapman papers*

[boojersey]

wip thinking of looking up a los santos skyline to put in the background???

[serioussimming]

Los Santos/Sim Santos Beach Scenery

expect more spam

[jameshetfieldsbutt]

michael doodles and a poorly placed mushroom sticker. idk what's going on here but i'm almost certain he listens to depeche mode.