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i wam do a style swap with some of my sims

#taryn with weeks old eyeshadow and a crop top #frances in a cowboy hat and flared jeans BRUH- #SYX IN ALT CLOTHING- #ares in a BRIGHT ASS SHIRT- i could imagine him with plastic glasses shaped like daisies #hold up do we have that cc item- #ANYWAYS #dl

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muchos gracias <3 i hope ur day/night is treating u well <3

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brooo delete urself someone locked ai generated film textures behind a 24 dollar paywall I HATE IT!!!

#freepik wtf mayne #ALSO 24 DOLLARS A MONTH FOR PREMIUM?? #dl

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#*bites keyboard* love them sm #also just wanted to throw in how much i love their outfits I MIGHT BE AN OUTFIT REPEATER WITH THEM OK #oc: gum #oc: syx #ts4 #simblr #sims 4

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devs patched invisible lesbians? huge if true

#i’m the gif of the little puppy trembling rn #reblog #q

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#EEEEE #reblog #q

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gosh.

like. I just. I just love them.

#VALID!! #reblog #q

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y'know i like it when we're naked i can really see your face when you're screaming that loud, its not a bed its a stage.

#NO BUT THE WAY I CHOKED ON MY GRAPE!!! #reblog #sim spice

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me in the shower debriefing each character, there personalities, the themes, dynamics and small details that occur in tessellate

#BAHAHAHAHHA ahh i’m unwell #elderwisp speaks #gif warning

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“What?”

“I said, you tore me out of this photo. I was there too,” I unpin it and hold it out to point to the crooked edge next to Jen where my eleven year old self once stood, tanned and grinning in red swimming shorts, “There, I was there.”

She looks at it, then me, but says nothing. 

“You can still see my shoulder.”

“Yeah.”

“You tore me out of it.”

Again, nothing. 

I let my arm drop, limply holding the photo between two fingers, speechless I just stare at her as though she might explain herself, give me some reason that makes sense, but she doesn’t, she just stands there chewing on her lip. 

I tug my shoulders sharply toward my ears, “Why did you do that? That was a nice day. We went swimming in the sea, I rescued you from a jellyfish, remember? I grabbed a piece of driftwood and flung it out of the water for you.”

“Yeah,”

“And later your mam brought us back to my house and we had a water fight on the lawn and made ice cream and coke floats,” I hold the photo out to her in a last ditch appeal, “It was a great day.”

“Yeah it was nice, we had fun.” She won’t meet my eyes and looks everywhere but at me, like acknowledgement is unbearable.

“What, Michelle? I don’t get it. What did I do that was so horrible?”

She scoffs and turns away. 

“C’mon, just tell me. I’ve had enough of all this bullshit between us, I’m serious. What is it?”

“Oh come on.”

“No, what?” I toss the photo onto her desk and approach her, my hand on her arm makes her flinch as I spin her to look at me, eyes livid, as I insist upon her, “What?” 

“My God, you’re awful,” she hisses, “Why do you need to hear me saying it? Is it an ego thing? Is it because you’re all single and sad again?”

“What are you on about?”

“You already know what this is all about, it just gives you a thrill to bring it up.”

“No! I don’t know!”

“Oh cop on,” She slaps my hand off her, “That stuff with Holly, you just don’t remember? That’s convenient.”

“Holly?”

“Oh my God,” she tries to twist away from me but I stop her, “What did Holly say to you?”

Michelle glares right into my face with a fury that would make a lesser man cower, but I don’t budge. “Tell me!” 

“That you don’t fancy me,” she grinds out, “and that I’m not even pretty.”

I hesitate. 

She tosses her hand at me and hacks out a laugh, “See, you don’t even deny it.”

“Yeah, I was thirteen and stupid, she was jealous and I suppose I was just telling her what she wanted to hear. Shell!” she backs off and I follow, trying to insert myself into her eye line, “I didn’t mean it, she just didn’t get it, the way it wasn’t like that between us, but I don’t know why she told you that.”

“It’s because she knew I fancied you, and she thought it was funny how you didn’t fancy me back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You didn’t, you fancied Holly.” 

I sigh, “Holly was… everyone expected that of me.”

“What does that even mean?” 

“She liked me, and she was the sort of girl that all the other boys talked about all the time, I felt like I should just go out with her because it’d be the most normal thing to do.”

“Oh my God, that’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I know, but I was still a kid and, I don’t know, you, Jen and I had a good thing going, I just didn’t want to risk ruining it.”

“Well obviously you did, by saying I was ugly and throwing your birthday gifts back in my face.”

“I never said you were ugly, and the birthday gifts… she told me I couldn’t have them because they were from you, but I still liked them! Those pens were better than her gift, you know, I didn’t even like the movie she took me to see,” my attempt at a laugh sounds very weird and tight, “It was actually so shit.”

Michelle is unmoved, with her arms crossed over her chest she says, “You read what I said in the card and you still threw it away like it was nothing.”

“No, I didn’t- I skimmed- I barely read it.”

She reels back like I’ve spit in her face, “Is that supposed to be better?”

I don’t answer. 

“‘Dear Jude,’” She recites, “‘Happy thirteenth birthday! I hope you have an amazing day! I just want to say that being your friend is the best! You’re so nice and funny and talented, I’m glad all of the time that you started going to our school because you make our friend group so much better. I hope you like the gel pens, I know you hate drawing with yellow colours because they don’t show up on the page, but I couldn’t exactly take it out of the packet or it would look pretty strange! Maybe you can use them to draw more comics. I look at the one you drew for me with the cowboy cats every day and it still makes me laugh. Is that weird? I hope not. Anyway, I hope you have an amazing birthday because you’re an amazing friend! xxx Michelle.’” She glares at me. The way she positively spat that message at me threw me off a bit, but the essence of it still comes across and makes my stomach sink with shame all of the same. It really was a nice card, and I wish for the millionth time in my seventeen-and-a-half years that I wasn’t such a fucking idiot. 

“I remember the cowboy cat comic,” I mutter, “Do you still have it?”

It seems as though my stupidity is confounding her, “No, I fucked it into the bin. Obviously. I was heartbroken.”

“Heartbroken?” A bit dramatic, surely. 

“Yeah. Holly and her friends bullied me for years, and you just went and abandoned me for them.”

“That’s not fair, I didn’t. You pushed me away, remember? You accused me of choosing them, I never chose them. You chose not to be my friend.” 

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“So stubborn. You can't let this go.”

“Uh! Yeah! Because it’s humiliating.”

“What is? That you fancied me?”

She brings her hands to her cheeks, burning not with rage, but embarrassment. She takes a shaky breath, “did you know?”

“About you-”

“Yes.”

I chew on my lip. Of course I did. It was written all over her, the way she was so eager to sit next to me in class or in the car, squeezing into the middle seat just so that her leg could rest against mine. How she jumped at the chance to help me out with something before anybody else could, her laugh, a little bit harder and longer than everyone else's when I told a joke, but not addressing it was always easier. Maybe I liked the attention a little bit, enjoyed being admired by a cute girl, or maybe it was easier, less disruptive than admitting my own uncomfortable, friendship-group-ruining feelings. 

“No, I had no idea,” I say. 

Her eyes are fixed upon the carpet between our feet as though by looking so intently at the looped fibres she can transport herself anywhere other than here with me and my interrogations. 

“Hey, look at me.”

“No.”

I sigh, “Look, Michelle, I did think you were pretty. That’s why Holly was so jealous. Our friendship made her insecure, and she hated how much I liked hanging out with you. She could sense that I liked you.”

“Oh, come on, that’s the kind of thing you say to those stupid girls at school so that they’ll let you borrow their homework or something.”

“I really did!”

“You used to throw potato wedges at me outside the deli!”

“Yeah! That’s how you show a girl you fancy her when you’re twelve!”

Her laugh is humourless, “Please.”

“I’m telling you I did,” I take her wrist, with her pulse jumping under my fingers and hold her like that, for reasons I’m not sure of, perhaps just for connection. Close like this I can feel the heat of her body. I am desperate to show her how serious I am. “And if I wasn’t so stupid I might have done something about it.”

“Too late.”

“It’s not.”

I bend and kiss her before she can argue any more. Once, just once, but insistently, and I pull back hard with a smack expecting outrage on her face but I find only surprise, desire, and eyes that flick from my eyes to my mouth and back. I kiss her again, slow this time, deep, sure, as my hands hold her hips close to mine, willing for this kiss to wipe it all away, all of the years of hurt and anguish between us, and she lets me kiss her, and she kisses me back with hands that thread through my hair and lips that part so I can slide my tongue inside her mouth.

My knees knock against hers in our clumsy waltz towards her bed and we come down on it together, my body pressing against hers and my fingers finding the warm skin beneath her t-shirt. I draw back to look at her again, dark eyes and full lips and skin, as is mine, blushed amber with the first rays of dawn that stream through the window. 

“Do you want to stop?” I say, and she shakes her head. 

“No.”

And outside, as the sun creeps up over Clontarf, the branches of the cherry blossom trees hold their leafy arms up in surrender. 

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#bro NOT THEM BOINKING AT THE END MESSSS I LOVE 💗 #reblog #q

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Taryn: My father used to tell me that the earth would heal our wounds. That the ground would swallow our woes and our tears would nourish the soil beneath us. Pain was no stranger to the garden. A stubbed toe. A scraped knee. A fall. Physical discomfort is a natural part of the living. But to be afflicted by another is quite the wound. You can’t heal something you can’t touch. Atlas is a different kind of hurt. Like picking a rose from a bush… Easy to admire as long as you don’t touch the thorns underneath.

#a rose and it’s bumblebee #very happy wif how this came out very happy to use this lil song as well GAH GAHHH #taryn falling from a tree reminds me of when i was ten and i stacked two plastic step stools on top of each other so i could pull the cord #for a ceiling fan... yeah that didn't end well #atlas contemplating on leaving... he's so real for that confrontation makes me ILL #tessellate #sims 4 story #simblr #ts4 #show us your story #gif warning

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📩 Simblr question of the day: Choose as many sims/ocs as you'd like for this question, What's something INCREDIBLY obscure and/or out-of-pocket about your sim/oc? Something that nobody (fellow sims and/or your followers and mutuals) knows 👀 (This could be things about their social skills, physicality and/or birth defects, or it could be something they vaguely remember, a dream they had that actually predicted the future, etc etc... whatever you come up with)

( p.s I'm [the SQOTD anon] planning on starting a separate SQOTD blog for these asks/questions, and I'm open for input on this :) ) ( p.p.s freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the # SQOTD ~ 💛 )

OO there's a handful of things but some of it might be a bit spoilery so i'll add it under the cut!

𓂅 ☆ Gabriel is ambidextrous. He's stronger with his left hand but he can write pretty well with his right.

𓂅 ☆ Atlas has really bad memory, especially anything before he was twenty-one.

𓂅 ☆ Theo has a bit of an accent. If I were to pinpoint where, I'd imagine them being from Louisiana. <3

𓂅 ☆ Syx is an only child of a single mother. She's never met her dad.

𓂅 ☆ Aside from writing and gardening, Taryn has a knack for cooking. She doesn't do it as much nowadays with it being just her and her brother but she loved cooking, especially with her father.

𓂅 ☆ I would say out of everyone, Ares is quite fit OMG HE'S A GYM BROOOO lmao he enjoys taking care of himself tho!

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How do you get such pretty lighting in your photos? Is it relight? Would you ever do a mini tut? 🤞

halloooo! i would say relight helps elevate the lighting a bunch, i do also utilize these lights (i find that ts4 neon lighting is missing vibrancy, so these are amazing!) as well as these (i love the shadow/spotlight one if i need to add in a harsh shadow to help make things look like flash photography in a dark room). i like to mess around with contrast and color mixer in camera raw filter (for photoshop however, reshade maybe gshade has a lightroom shader and that's awesome as well!) as for like a tutorial, i can give you some pointers!

when working with relight, sometimes it helps a bunch to have a low-lit room, it seems a bit counterintuitive, but i find that the photo can get easily overexposed. (i show example below of photo before and after with relight). relight is sometimes a bit tricky because certain angles don't work well, like GAWD i was having trouble with one of the photos from the photoset yesterday, but i literally just moved the camera a little to the left and for some reason it worked ._. SO don't be afraid to try weird angles!

^ also this little dude, super awesome, move it adjust it a bunch to see what you like! as you can see, i set my intensity pretty high, a lot of the times i max it out if i can ._.

i wanted to add with relight, add it to the top of your order so you can avoid things looking murky/washed out!

LMAO sorry if this was all over the place, lighting is an extensive process for me sometimes, but i find that layering details is key. i do like to study lighting in cinematography and photography, i especially love street photographers that have like really cool photos with neon lighting! i find that this helps me have a better understanding too! :)

#please do not judge my crusty sim he hasn't washed his face in DAYS #asks #tutorial

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minor spoiler below

*WEREWOLF RIPS SHIRT OFF* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#JUST U WAIT UNTIL I ADD IN HAIR WISPIES #ALSO THERE'S OTHER SHOTS FROM THIS AND HOLY FUCK!!!! #also this story post will be posted (i said posted twice) on may 15th :D day after my bday so if u wanna u know read it #that would totally make my day or even just look at da pictures that would be nice too :D #wip

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anytime anyone follows my blog i automatically hand u kohl eyeliner and glitter eyeshadow and play one random song from the indie sleaze era

#i play it on my shitty 12 dollar speaker too that u have to hit a couple of times to get it to work #BAHAHAHA #anyways hello everynyan! #elderwisp speaks

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colour palette based on ur name tag

thank you @squea (´ ᴗ｀✿)

bery nice bery nice

I tag: @sirianasims @youredreamingofroo @matchalovertrait @acidheaddd @sashima @softle0 @smulie if ya want! :D

#tag thingy

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📩 Simblr question of the day: Does your sim/s or oc/s mispronounce any words? Why? Is it on purpose or on accident?

( p.s freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ! ~ 💛) ( p.p.s I also made a SQOTD blog! " simblr-question-of-the-day " feel free to share the name about :) )

HAI! :D Kai struggles the most when it comes to pronunciation simply because he grew up with a pretty bad stutter. It’s not as bad when he was younger but when he does mess up, he get’s a lil embarrassed O_O

(Also, I just followed!)

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