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jkkyks · 7 months
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Beautiful, handsome, outstanding, extraordinary, amazing, multi-talented🩶🖤🩶
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lovesickbugs · 9 months
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girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever
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alltimefail-sims · 7 days
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ATTN: Just popping by to say that if you are purchasing the new kits today - particularly the Urban Homage kit - be sure to use the creator code "EBONIX" at checkout!
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Collab creators do not make any percentage of the revenue after release, they're just paid a flat rate up front, so if you want a little of the proceeds to go to the creator, use code "EBONIX" at checkout (it costs you nothing!!!). Also worth noting that because they had some issues with codes in the app today, creators will apparently receive 10% commission instead of 5% commission the next 48 hrs. (LilSimsie shared this in her overview video!)
Again, code "EBONIX" at checkout. Support black creators!
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mmmairon · 3 months
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All patched up
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2kcore · 2 years
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vampire slaying kits from the 19th century
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captofthelaney · 2 months
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nick and charlie hearstoppper | 02.07 | sorry
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phillysimmer · 4 hours
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The ladies of Entity in the Urban Homage Kit 💛🩷💙
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alexia putellas + favorite fcb kits
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obes-kenobes-benos · 7 months
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Obi-Wan: gets a text Oh! It’s Quinlan.
Kit, excitedly: Did he get me the stuff?
Obi-Wan: Yeah, he said he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.
Kit: Wow! Where’d he find 12 gallons of fake blood?
Obi-Wan: You wanted fake blood?
Kit: ...
Obi-Wan: I’ll go call Quinlan.
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jkkyks · 11 months
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KYLIAN SCORING TWO GOALS IN THE FIRST 8 MINUTES ALREADY, AND IN A BLACK KIT TOO???
I CANT STOP SCREAMING, AM SO PROUD OF HIM!!!!!
He always makes me proud & sure of my choice in supporting him
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ecstarry · 15 days
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"Regulus' collection" a microfic for my love, @bellaxisworld
Regulus had been collecting them for a while—his Sylvanian Families collection, that is. It all began with gifts from Sirius. The first one was a little raccoon, and Sirius had carefully wrapped it for him before leaving for school ten years ago. Each time his brother visited for the holidays, he would add another one to Regulus' collection.
He had never felt embarrassed of them, not until now, at twenty-one years old, with a shelf displaying them in an apartment where his brother’s hottest friend would be coming over. They were about to host their first dinner since leaving their parents' home, and Regulus had gladly obliged, anything to make his brother happy. But now, as those little shits looked back at him from the dustless shelf, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Regulus had been crushing on James for as long as he could remember. They had seen each other not more than three times, which meant he had experienced the warmth of the sun in close proximity that same amount of times. And Regulus hated the cold.
When Sirius insisted on them living together, he was also adamant about their home feeling like a place where they both existed. It was actually his idea to have his collection on display. Now, Regulus wonders if his brother's plan had been to humiliate him all along.
He tried discreetly covering them with anything, even willing to shove them all inside a drawer. But as he grabbed the first one, his brother stopped him.
"What are you doing, Reg?" Sirius laughed a little as Regulus blushed.
"Nothing, but I just don't want your friend to think I'm lame," Regulus replied quietly, his gaze stuck on his shoes.
"Remus has seen your collection millions of times, Reg. It's just James who—" his brother stopped talking, and Regulus dared to look back at him, guilt all over his face.
"Reggie, do you care what James thinks?" Sirius' tone was much more gentle than Regulus had expected.
"So what if I do?" and at the response, Sirius' eyes softened.
"No, fuck no. Don't look at me like that. I don't like James or his stupid smile."
"Reg-"
"I know, I know! Of course, I care what James thinks, now help me hide them, but be careful!" Regulus started delicately placing them in a drawer, but Sirius' grip stopped him once more.
"Do you want to know a secret?"
"Sirius, we don't have time-"
"James has a collection of his own."
Regulus smiled but quickly called his brother's bluff, "you're just trying to make me feel better."
"I would never lie about a Sylvanian Families collection! I swear on Moony!" Sirius drew a cross around his heart.
Before Regulus could protest any longer, they heard a knock on the door.
It was James. Handsome and perfect James, who brought flowers and exquisite wine for dinner.
It was James. Adorable and kind James, who complimented Regulus' collection all night and insisted it was much better curated than James'.
It was James. Lovely and breathtaking James who would one day have a shelf next to Regulus' for his own collection.
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nobitchs-world · 12 days
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Me after searching up “character name x black!reader” and it gives me some Harry Potter shit
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ninety-two-bees · 1 month
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where the lost things go
jegulus microfic | 462 words | parenting au
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“Piglet?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Eeyore?”
“It has to be Tigger, James.”
Harry has been wailing in Regulus' arms for about an hour now—almost the exact length of time since he dropped his most beloved teddy. James and Regulus had looked everywhere for it, turning every inch of their house inside out, and had come up empty. It’s as if Harry’s Tigger had never existed in the first place.
“They don’t have Tigger, baby,” James says through the phone, barely audible over Harry’s cries. Regulus does his best to calm the baby down, but all of his efforts have proven futile. “I could try another store?”
“No, it’s—just come home, Jamie. We’ll figure something else out.” Exhausted, Regulus hangs up the call and turns his attention back to their son. He hates seeing Harry like this, red-faced and teary-eyed, not knowing how to fix it. He wouldn’t trade this life for the world, but it would be lovely if there was some kind of instruction manual.
Nothing he has tried so far has worked. Harry has no interest in eating or taking a nap or playing with another toy. He barely seems to react to Regulus’ voice. At this point, it feels like a miracle that Regulus hasn’t started crying along with him.
He has one idea left in his desperate attempt to soothe Harry. Settled on the couch with Harry curled against his chest, Regulus begins to sing. It is the same soft lullaby his brother sang to comfort him when they were kids, though Regulus would argue that Sirius is not known for having a particularly calming voice.
It takes him until halfway through the song’s second verse before Harry finally calms down. There are no more wails echoing off the walls, just the faint melody of the lullaby falling from Regulus’ lips. By the time the song ends, Harry’s eyes have fallen shut, and his cries have been replaced with soft snores.
“You’re a miracle worker,” James’ whispered voice muses from the doorway. Regulus turns his attention from their sleeping son to find his husband leaning against the door frame, Harry’s Tigger held tight in his hand.
“You found it?” Regulus asks, careful not to raise his voice any louder than absolutely necessary.
James chuckles, stepping farther into the living room to sit down next to Regulus. “It was at the front door, inside one of your welly boots.”
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so drained, Regulus would have to bite back a laugh. Instead, he drops his head onto James’ shoulder with an amused huff, and takes Tigger from his hands to lay it on top of the sleeping baby. “Next time, you can stay home while he screams. I think I’ve earned a day off.”
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clockwrkpendrxgon · 9 months
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don’t you just love it when golden retriever x black cat boys
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exquisite-evans · 4 months
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Joe Locke in black and white from Kit Connor’s perspective 📸 🖤🤍
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everybodyhatesari · 5 months
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Seeing a character in a new light for a few hours after they cheat on u in a fanfic Is a different kinda pain 💔
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