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soul-wanderer · 1 year

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06x08//I Know A Place - weekly recap (I guess that’s a weekly thing now)

There’s a lot to unpack about this episode, so let me start off by saying that this is hands down one of the best episodes that has ever been written on this show (thanks to Leah Gonzales, who basically has a flawless track record on the show so far) and I’m here for it. I will also point out some minor points first before getting to the main parts of this episode, because those will need more writing.

- The time jump in the beginning felt a little jarring, but that’s apparently an issue the show has refused to work on for six seasons and counting, so we better accept that they simply skip major parts of storylines

- The time jump also leaves us wondering what the hell happened to Maya’s phsyical health? Guess she’s fine now? Kinda hard to believe that her only issue (physically) is her sprained ankle, but okay.

- Diane is back! (and we all love it)

- Theo got a bit of his own storyline and while it wasn’t a “big story”, I’m still glad they gave him that, because we once again saw his soft and caring and passionate character and it’s just the best thing

- Dixon being a jerk as usual but Ross doing The Right Thing and it was great. Was it unexpected after what she had told him earlier? No. Was it still incredible? Absolutely yes. The only thing spoiling this story a little was them injecting Sullivan into it once again towards the end, but at least that wasn’t downright awful this time.

- Maya and Diane: Finally. HMU did a fantastic job at making Maya look like she was feeling on the inside, and it was about time she started some proper therapy. The storytelling was really great and thoughtful and heartwrenching, even if they basically sped up months and years of trauma processing to fit it into one episode. But at the very least Diane made it clear that Maya would need regular sessions for the next few months at least, so they did not pretend Maya would be fine after one day with Diane

- random side note: it’s been discussed why Maya’s dad was so weirdly focused on her cousin. My best bet is that dude cheated on Maya’s mum and that kid has been his all along. But that’s just a bit silly thinking here, if anyone else wondered what was going on there too.

- Vic. Let’s get to Vic, okay? The woman who has been through so much in past seasons and is still so easily overlooked in her struggles, once again reaching her breaking point, but for once she does not push it away. I am really damn glad they included that scene of Vic acknlowledging that she is, in fact, absolutely not okay, and that it’s okay to share this pain with others. Also VERY important to note: Theo listened. Not only that, he also didn’t try to argue, or make this about him. He shut right up about his own issues once Vic opened up about her own feelings. He acknowledged them and was there for her. We know he is kinda awkward around feelings and using words, but goodness, did he show up with his listening and hugging skills. Ladies and gentlefolks, get yourself a partner like this, for real. Oh, and a friend like Travis, too, because that group hug was absolutely wonderful. Let’s hope they’re giving Vic some therapy too in the future, she sure as hell needs it.

- We don’t talk about the final scene, right? Okay, thanks, because that one’s wrecking me and I basically waited for a visual like this the moment Diane started talking about little Maya. I’m fine, I stg I’m fine after this.

PS: And for the love of god, can everyone in that damn station please stop trusting that Eli dude? No one ever found out why he randomly showed up at the station and selflessly offered his help, and I can’t believe the writers are trying to sell the fact that every single person on that show is dumb enough to never even question his motives. Seriously. But I’m still here for sassy Andy (”I’m literally the one who would show up”), as long as she doesn’t fall for this dude - she already has a bad enough track record in the boyfriend department as is, okay?

#Station 19 #06x08 #Maya Bishop #Vic Hughes #Theo Ruiz #I know a place #recap #everybody needs a Theo in their life

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singingpicklessims · 4 years

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Roxie Hair

So I needed a medium hairstyle for my sims, and this is what I came up with! Overall, I’m happy with it, and I did my best with the weight painting. I stg weight painting SUCKS.

Anyways, I hope you like this hair as much as I do! Please let me know if there are any issues.

Basegame COMPATIBLE

18 EA colors

maxis MATCH

Hat COMPATIBLE

DOWNLOAD | SimFileShare

If you post with this hair, tag me! I love seeing your sims! If you want any hairstyle in the game, hmu, and I’ll do my best to make it happen!

ALSO LIKE I WANNA COLLAB WITH A CC CREATOR. HMU IF YOU’RE INTERESTED.

Iconic CC creds Tattoo by @heraasims Top by @viiavi

Special thanks to @asimconflicted, who’s been super supportive of this hairstyle!

I hope you like it!

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Maxime

Singing Pickles

#ts4 #ts4cc #ts4mm #s4cc #singingpickles #ts4 hair #ts4 female hair #sims 4 hair #sims 4 female hair #maxis match

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vivfm · 4 years

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taps toes ... well hello i’m tam and i’m shakin’ in my boots here ngl but nonetheless very excited to be joinin’ u guys here today with elle woods’ reincarnate, 𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖓 “ 𝖛𝖎𝖛 ” 𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 . this broad radiates dumb bitch energy but i stg she has a big brain, and can hold her own so underestimate her ... i dare u ... moving on ! i am from the est area but am currently orbiting on a schedule of 1pm - 3am and i spend my days dissecting texts from the stupidest boys on the planet so if u’d like to plot and show either me or this poor lil rich girl some attention feel free to HMU or LIKE this and i’ll come to u !

* 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐬 here and do i have the tea for you . vivian is back in bridgehampton for the summer , living off the anders' family $678 million net worth . must be nice to come back home to the hamptons , i wonder what her fellow class of 2017 grads think of her return . you know , she was known around town as the pristine and for bhs senior superlatives she was crowned as most likely to win an argument . i wonder if that still holds true today , a lot can change when you go off to yale and study global affairs . either way , i bet she is still very effulgent , placid , dogmatic and reticent . hopefully this time next year the plans to begin her law degree at harvard come true . in the meantime , i look forward to seeing pronouns someone tell the boys - samia at every hamptons function . it’s going to be a wild summer home , welcome back .

name - vivian cordelia anders

birthday - july 10th ( cancer )

gender / pronouns - cisfemale, she/her

family - peter anders ( father ), celeste anders ( mother )

similar characters - elle woods ( legally blonde ), cordelia chase ( buffy the vampire slayer ), jackie burkhart ( that 70′s show ), charlotte york ( sex and the city ), rachel zane ( suits ), noora ( skam ), megara ( hercules ), aimee gibbs ( sex education )

moral alignment - lawful good

myers briggs type - esfj-a

aesthetics - the feeling of silk on fingertips, gentle rain on with the sun still shining, a phone call going on to its third hour, the smell of fresh baked bread, bare feet on fresh mowed grass, a sigh of relief after receiving a good grade, fingernails buried into palms to dissuade feelings of anger, chandelier earrings, soft forehead kisses

history -

vivian anders was born to peter and celeste anders in a year where their business had just taken off, and the revenue grew as she did. the first few years of her life were cautious, not that she could remember them anyway, her parents refused to be frivolous. however, as their influence grew and their finances flourished they found themselves more grounded in the life they had always wanted. this was particularly true of celeste, who saw her growing baby girl as the opportunity to live out the dreams she couldn’t in her youth.

so as they settled into their new roles, vivian became the embodiment of her mother’s expectation. she was polite, she kept her grades up, she clung to popularity, and she let her mother exist through her. she was to be the daughter every mother wish she had, no matter how hard the ideals seemed to impress upon her own interests and desires.

being such a paper doll proved to work in her favor on several occasions as well. she was underestimated at every turn, people had trouble believing the girl with such dulcet tones, walking in tandem to her mother could carry an intelligent conversation, let alone working her way into one of the top ivy league universities. she worked hard to make this surprising as well, the only evidence found in her name embossed on the honor roll year after year, and her top position on the school’s debate team.

so focused on maintaining her reputation, viv was often labeled as the good girl. she always knew when to stop drinking at parties, she was the type to stay back and help you fix your mess, and she was outwardly a follower in high school

things took a major shift in her freshman year of university. without her mother monitoring her every move she was able to become her own person, more well rounded, more outspoken. it’s also brought about a shift from leader to follower energy, she no longer has interest in being anyone’s pawn

personality -

“ what like it’s hard ? ” personified, viv is modern day elle woods. she lights up a room, is saturated in kindness, and uses logic and prose to work through her anger due to her lowkey ( lowkey ) mommy issues, also practically gets off on people underestimating her

tries her best to be easygoing, but definitely has control issues, likes to plan everything and is extremely detail oriented. doesn’t love arguing but she’s good at it and she loves being right so ... fight at ur own risk

little bit of a mom friend, can’t help it she just feels as though she has a responsibility to be like that and she also worries she has nothing else to bring to the picture so

doesn’t just try her best, she succeeds baby !

very soft, ngl she likes to spend her money, sweet baby doll esque with a real bite to her if need be

#not even gna lie to u my brain is goin like weeoo weeoo rn so this is all i got #entitled:intro #ooc .#anyway ... kiss kiss luv u

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captainhandsomes · 4 years

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Hey, ho!!!!!! ✨ + tagged/* and kapteniron,tumblr,com/writing for fics!!! (idk if that counts as creations lol)

HI HI HI, SWEETHEART! i’m so excited to delve into ur tag 🤩 LET’S DO THIS!

tony’s 50th bd: COLORS 🤩 i’m obsessed with colorful vibrant gifsets and this one is so good! the scenes you picked, the colors all make such a beautiful picture, i’m in love

no trust // liar: okay, listen. besides the playlists, which, UGH. the angst, the pining, THESE SONGS. i think i’ve said in my tags before that my achilles’ heel are stevetony songs. besides all that, i’ve honest to god saved both pics in a folder titled “inspo” (it’s a folder i’ve created to save a bunch of graphics so i can sit & look at them when i’m feeling uninspired re: typography and everything else), so, yeah. that tells u everything u need to know abt how I FEEL ABOUT IT.

blue steve // blue tony: yeah, im cheating, what about it again with the colors! i find blue such a tricky color to mess with. it always turns out noisy, pixelated, just overall not great, and YET. look at these 🤯 love love love it.

stevetony a4 playlists: i just saw this for the first time and i teared up. don’t know what else i can say about it, bc i can’t really write an essay about each song (or can i?) but yeah. i have a request: whenever u make anything stevetony/music related, please hmu

what if (stevetony edition): i’m cheating with this one a bit, bc it’s not in ur tag (I WAS LOOKING FOR IT), but this one is too brilliant not to include. y’all did such a good job with this, i stg. i remember seeing this on my dash and just staring at it, somewhat hesitant to even read the episodes’ descriptions bc the layout & the pics alone were enough to mess me up. and then i read the descriptions and almost d*ed.

i’m so so so so honored that my compulsive stevetony gifmaking has inspired you even a little bit. this fandom is crazy lucky to have you, because IN ADDITION to you creating all kinds of contents (gifs? we got it. graphics? yup. playlists? wait a bit, i’ll rip ur heart out in a sec. fics? yeah, that too, why not) you do it all SPLENDIDLY. please, never leave.

creators: send me ✨ + the link to your creations and I’ll answer with my top five favorite edits of yours!

#answered #nethandrake #kapteniron #i remember coming back from hiatus and being like 👀 who is this twin captain iron who makes awesome content that wasnt here before 👀#i'm so happy i was finally given the opportunity to praise all ur stuff. amen. thank u i hope ur having a good day keep being awesome

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halcylu · 5 years

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what’s good my dudes !! since i have no ounce of self-control left ( who even IS she idk her ???? ) i’d love to get my hands on some new characters, ships and storylines this spooky season !! under the cut i’ve gathered a BIG ASS wishlist, so just hit that heart or hmu if anything piques ur interest !!

wanted faceclaims : alessia cara. milena tscharntke. asa butterfield. ella purnell. wolfgang novogratz. marilyn lima. natasha liu bordizzo. maxence danet-fauvel. josefine frida pettersen. michelangelo fortuzzi. griffin gluck. anya taylor-joy. ellie bamber. lorenzo zurzolo. florence pugh. froy gutierrez. colin ford. natalia dyer. nicola peltz. álvaro rico. kennedy walsh. lisa teige. odeya rush. ashton irwin. suus de nies. xavier serrano. irene ferreiro. calum hood. stefanie scott. kaitlyn dever. brandon flynn. benedetta gargari. margaret qualley. keiynan lonsdale. kiana ledé. reece king. lalisa manoban.

wanted opposites : dylan minnette. danna paola. jacob elordi. chris veres. sofia carson. mark mckenna. gavin leatherwood. sydney sweeney. michel biel. maya hawke. alex wolff. alice pagani. katherine langford. jack mulhern. fionn whitehead. hunter schafer. olivia dejonge. monk dagelet. brandon flynn. emma mackey. timothée chalamet. sophie turner. saoirse ronan. luke hemmings. diana silvers. miles heizer. joe keery. hailee steinfeld. alisha boe. ross lynch. thomas brodie-sangster. eliza scanlen. tom webb. shawn mendes. lili reinhart. tarjei sandvik moe. king princess. taylor marie hill. jack o’connell. charlie heaton. perrie edwards. keith powers. laura harrier. arón piper. lauren jauregui. matty healy.

wanted pairings : shawn mendes & alessia cara. saoirse ronan & timothée chalamet. anya taylor-joy & alex wolff. lili reinhart & jeremy allen white. dylan minnette & kaitlyn dever. joe keery & josefine frida pettersen. alisha boe & brandon flynn. diana silvers & margaret qualley. tarjei sandvik moe & michelangelo fortuzzi. luke hemmings & kennedy walsh. nick robinson & liana liberato. hailee steinfeld & calum hood. matty healy & nicola peltz.

wanted plots :

something based on alo and mini from third generation of skins !!! just like this push and pull relationship ---- girlie keeps the dude on a leash in some sort of v lowkey sneaking around friends w benefits kinda deal. like just let me play this sappy dude who’s so head over heels for this girl who’s just WAY out of his league and she’s always leading him on and getting his hopes up only to break his heart the next second like ://// I WANNA PLAY A SOFT DUMBASS OK.

also bc im a HOE for the 3rd gen. let me base a character off violet blood and do some kind of vi x richie inspired pairing bc im still not over this cheesy storyline !!

u kno what just gimme everything skins inspired or even a cute lil mumu i mean ???

spooky stuff !!!! pl s !!! literally anything halloween themed !! something inspired by buzzfeed unsolved !! or veronica & jason from heathers !! maybe even a mumu based on scream the series ?? OR A CREEPY SUPERNATURAL TOWN OF SOME SORT.

a ship inspired by this u know just this quirky ass couple thinking they’re the center of the universe being obnoxiously in love and stupid and probably on drugs oof.

GIMME ALL OF THESE.

this !! could also be a small mumu !!

ok but let me play my alessia cara muse in this and i’ll shut up forever i promise :--)

BC IM A SUCKER FOR RIVALS TURNED LOVERS.

i’ve been craving this mumu for such a long time i stg someone pls end my misery !!

this like i have nothing else to add i just need the angst :--)))

just something super dark and twisted w these two pls ????

zombie apocalypse stuff !! could be a cute n fresh lil mumu !!

eeeeeeee !!

ik this isn’t dark or halloween themed or anything but gimme a cute camp counselors mumu w lots of bonfires, roasted marshmallows, late night skinny dipping and fluff !!!!

OH AND THIS ONE.

plus i have so many characters from my indie days that are super fleshed out and who i’ve been dying to play again so lemme kno if u wanna hear abt my trash children hihih.

#discord 1x1 #discord rp #1x1 rp #1x1 #OH and i only do discord threads for the time being :--))#don't let this flop y'all !!#i spent too much time making this post asjksld #me still confused abt how u spell 'pique' after stalking a number of spelling and dictionary sites ? u bet

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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Snow Day

skeet skeet on the yeet Emelia and Andrew are back i love these kids

warnings: none

ship: ralbert

editing: no its kinda eh

Race and Albert laid tangled together under their warm blankets, watching quietly as snow fell in sheets outside the window. It was 9 am on a Tuesday, really they should be up by now, doing something productive. But Andrew and Emelia had the day off of school and Race wasn’t needed for work due to the weather, so they couldn’t seem to find the motivation to get up.

Albert tucked his chin further into Race’s neck, humming softly, “It’s really coming down out there,” He mumbled.

Race shifted so that Albert was laying across his chest instead and sighed, “Yeah, s’gonna be fun to shovel up.”

“Aye, we’ll make a game of it,” Albert said, lightly, “Have the kids help us. They’re six, that’s old enough to impart child labor onto, right?”

Race laughed, “Oh, for sure,” he paused when the sound of footsteps rumbled outside their door, “Speak of the devils.”

Their bedroom door burst open and Andrew and Emelia ran in, bounding onto the bed, “It’s snoooowing!” Both children shouted, jumping up and down and effectively breaking Albert and Race apart.

“It sure is, kiddos,” Race said, sitting up and reaching out to pull Emelia onto the bed in between him and Albert.

Albert snatched Andrew out of the air, mid-jump, and placed him on his lap, “You excited to have the day off?”

Andrew and Emelia nodded vigorously, grinning widely, revealing matching missing teeth.

“Can we build snowmen and drink hot cocoa and oh! Ride our sleds?” Emelia asked, enthusiastically.

“Absolutely, bug,” Race said, brushing some of her tangled hair out of her eyes, “But first, you two have to help Daddy and I shovel.”

Emelia and Andrew pouted, but surprisingly didn’t argue, “Okay, Papa,” Andrew said, crawling off of Albert’s lap and sitting cross legged next to Emelia, “But can you make pancakes for breakfast?”

Race and Albert exchanged glances, making a silent agreement. Albert smiled, already swinging his legs out of bed, “I think that can be arranged. Go with Daddy to get into your snow clothes first, though.”

Thirty minutes later, all four of them were fed and geared up, trudging out of the garage with shovels in hand. Emelia and Andrew were each holding colorful sand shovels they had bought the Summer previous when they went to the beach, and although they weren’t the most sufficient for shoveling snow, they worked. Albert and Race were planning on doing the brunt of the work, anyway.

“Andrew, you go start helping Papa at the end of the driveway, me and Em will work up here,” Albert said, already beginning to shovel snow off the pavement. Andrew nodded, hoisting his shovel over his shoulder to mirror Race. Race smirked at his son and the two of them trotted to the end of the driveway and began shoveling.

Twenty minutes passed with no noise other than the sound of shovels scraping ice. Race reached up to wipe some cold sweat off his forehead, feeling slightly spent. He always forgot how much work shoveling snow was. He stood up straighter, feeling his back crack from being slouched over so long, and watched as Andrew diligently shoveled small amounts of snow onto the grass.

“You’re being a trouper, bud,” He praised, earning a smile from Andrew.

“I know! I’m doing good, just like you,” Andrew piped back and Race grinned fondly at him.

“You sure are, dude, almost earned your hot-” He was cut off by snow hitting him in the back of the neck. He resisted the urge to curse as he stumbled forward from the impact and whipped around to see Albert, holding another snowball. He looked entirely too proud of himself and Emelia was doubled over giggling next to him.

“Oh, you are in for it,” Race warned him, reached down to pick up a handful of snow. He balled it up haphazardly and chucked it, hard, at Albert, who dodged it easily.

“That the best you got?” He challenged.

Race glared at him, “Andrew,” he said, not breaking eye contact with his husband, who was resisting the urge to laugh.

“What?” Andrew asked, looking between him and Albert innocently.

“Give me your shovel,” Andrew held the bright orange shovel out for him, which Race took wordlessly. He bent down, making a show of picking up a large amount of snow.

Albert furrowed his eyebrows, watching in confusion as Race strolled closer to him. His eyes widened as Race lifted the shovel behind him and he only had a moment to shield his head as Race launched the snow at him.

Albert staggered backwards, shaking snow furiously out of his hair. He lost balance, falling unceremoniously into the snow and Race laughed, Emelia and Andrew joining in.

“Daddy,” Emelia shrieked, “Papa got you good!”

“Mhmm, but now Papa’s in trouble,” Albert said, pushing himself onto his knees and lunging forward at Race, tackling him down into the snow. Race let out a shout of surprise and he reached out blindly to grab a small handful of snow, shoving it into Albert’s eyes.

Albert wiped the snow away hastily and scrambled off of Race, picking up Emelia and running behind one of the snow mounds they had made, yelling, “Snowball fight!”

Race grabbed Andrew, pulling him behind one of their mounds. They quickly produced a small pile of snowballs and ran out, making a beeline toward where Albert and Emelia were sheltered.

The four of them launched snowballs at the other team, until Andrew shouted, “Every man for himself!”

Snow was flying everywhere, dissolving into powder and seeping through jackets. They all fought until they were panting and laughing on the ground.

“Snow angels!” Emelia exclaimed, waving her arms and legs to create a lopsided angel. She stood to look at her work, “Look Daddy, Papa, look!”

Race and Albert lifted their heads from their places in the snow, “Looks awesome, darling.” Albert complimented.

“Papa,” Andrew whined, laying himself dramatically across Race’s stomach, “I’m cold!”

“Alright, man, let’s get you in,” Race said, wrapping his arms around his son and standing up, tossing Andrew over his shoulder.

Andrew laughed flailing his arms about wildly, “Daddy,” he yelped, reaching out for Albert, “Save me!”

“I gotcha, slugger,” Albert said, plucking him off of Race’s shoulder and propping him on his hip.

Emelia ran over to Race, raising her arms in question. Race picked her up, “Ready for hot cocoa, love?”

“Yeah!” She twisted around to look at her twin, “Andrew it’s hot cocoa time!”

Andrew cheered, as Albert put him down on the welcome mat inside the house.

“Papa’s gonna help you guys outta your wet clothes and into some cozy ones, while I make the hot cocoa, okay?”

“Okay!”

Race assisted the two of them in changing back into their pajamas, then sent them up to Albert while he threw their snow clothes into the dryer so that they could be used again later. When he got to the living room, he discovered Albert, Andrew, and Emelia already cuddled on the couch, sipping from mugs while they watched the beginning of The Polar Express. There was a mug waiting for him on the coffee table and he picked it up, settling next to Albert on the cushions.

He tucked his legs under him, sipping his hot cocoa as he nestled into Albert’s side, “Thanks for the cocoa, babe.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh, and by the way,” Race whispered so Andrew and Emelia couldn’t hear, “I totally won that snowball fight.”

Albert let out an offended squawk, “You did not!”

“I did, too.”

they’re still literal children i stg

thanks for reading, chiefs

hmu to be added to my tag

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all-hail-the-witcher · 6 years

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had my first kiss on a friday night, dont reckon i did it right with ralbert or javid ?

let’s do ralbert since im hurting them a lot soon

also i listened to castle on the hill like 200000 times while planning this

alternately, i have found that it has the ideal beat for that classic fortnite dance,,,you know the one

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since we were 15

ship: ralbert

genre: hallmark channel worthy floof

word count: 1612 oof that’s long

warnings: brief mentions of smoking, drinking and thunderstoms

editing: none whatsoever

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“Albieeeeeee” Race wined from the passenger seat of the car, purposefully flailing his arms and legs into what he suspected was his boyfriends field of vision. “Can I take off the blindfold yet?”

Albert shoved Races arm away from him, laughing at his antics. “Just a few more minutes.”

“You said that like an hour ago.” Race slumped in his seat. Today was their 5 year anniversary and as a present Albert had loaded him unceremoniously into his car, given him a blindfold, and told him not to take it off until they were at their destination.

He neglected to tell Race that they wouldn’t drag their destination for 5 hours.

“That was 10 minutes ago, Race,” Albert sighed.

“Same difference.” Race heard shuffling from next to him. “What are you doing?”

“Putting in a cd,” Albert explained as Race heard the whirring of the old player.

Race crossed his arms, sitting up again in his chair. “Why don’t you just use your phone?”

“You’ll see.” Albert smiled as he turned off the main road and onto a dirt back road. He and Race hadn’t been back here in years, but it was exactly how he remembered. There was the old yellow barn - they always did wonder why it was yellow and not red - the house with all the chickens in the driveway, and up ahead, just over the ridge-

Albert rolled down the windows of his truck letting the cool country air come in the car as he sped along the dirt road. “Alright Race,” he said. “You can take the bandana off.”

“Thank god,” Race grumbled, pulling the strip of fabric off his head and looking out the window to get his bearings.

“Oh,” he breathed as they came over the top of a hill and the beautiful Vermont countryside splayed out in front of them. “You brought me back.”

Albert took his eyes from the road to look at Race. The sun was beginning to set, and golden light bounced off of his boyfriend’s face, illuminating his wide blue eyes.

“Happy anniversary Antonio,” Albert said, leaning over to squeeze his hand.

“Albert,” Race sighed looking out at the place he and all of their friends had spent their summers as teenagers, “it’s perfect.” He sat up suddenly. “Are we going to the castle?”

“Where else would I be taking you?” Albert laughed. “Besides, it’s almost sunset.”

Race sighed in content, sticking his hand out the window. “You are the best boyfriend ever.”

“I know.”

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Race ran down the hill from the road to the grassy field, the tall mountain grass rubbing against his legs, as Albert followed close behind. He could see the castle coming into view several hundred yards down.

The castle was not really a castle. Well, it might have been at some point. Now it was a vaguely elaborate stone structure, but there were still some sections that you could go inside. Their friends had nicknamed it the castle years ago and it had just stuck.

“Race ya to the castle?” Albert raised his eyebrows at Race in question once they were both on the field.

“Oh you are so on,” Race winked as he took off down the field. He wasn’t called Race for nothing. 15 minutes later he was leaning against the stonewall of the castle, a smug look on his face as Albert - finally - caught up with him.

“Took you long enough,” Race teased and Albert slapped him lightly on the arm.

“Shut up,” he mumbled. Then, he stared up at the ruins. “Man, I haven’t been here in forever.”

“It looks just how I remember it,” Race said, making his way inside, Albert close behind, as he climbed a set of stone stairs to the top of what had probably once been a lookout. He smiled fondly. “Remember when we had our first kiss up here?”

Albert laughed, leaning into kiss Race just for the heck of it. “Now that was a night.”

•••

The night of Race and Albert’s first kiss had in fact been one of the most memorable nights of their entire lives, and not just because of the kiss.

They were 15 years old at the time and had been hanging out with their group of friends at the small town equivalent of a 7/11: a gas station store that sold pizza, subs, guns, beer and cigarettes. But, since they were all broke they were hanging around smoking hand rolled cigarettes and passing around a bottle of beer Jack had stolen from the store inside.

One thing led to another and the store owner came out with a police officer, who was prepared to fine them for stealing. And as young 15 year olds they did what anyone would do: they ran.

Albert had grabbed Races arm and pulled him towards the woods at the side of the road. The two of them ran and ran and ran. Race had started to cry halfway through their run because he thought his grandmother would find out he had been drinking stolen beer and bam him from coming back to her place for the summer. And if she did that he would never get to see Albert again because the two of them only saw each other in the summer when Race was at his grandmas and Albert was at his aunts. There was also the tiny minor detail that Race had a huge crush on Albert. Not that he would ever tell him, he probably didn’t feel the-

In the middle of Races internal monologuing Albert had pulled him into the clearing by the castle. Thunder boomed overhead and the two of them ran the last couple of hundred feet up to the castle and went inside one of the still intact rooms so they could stay dry.

Albert had pulled out his phone flashlight and laid it on the floor, illuminating his and Races faces. Upon seeing Races tears he had reached out to his friend. “Race what’s wrong?” He had asked gently. “We got away, no one will catch us here.”

“My grandma's going to find out and not let me stg here anymore and i won’t get to see you,” Race had mumbled, surprised when he felt Albert’s arms go around him.

“Your grandmas not going to kick you out,” he had whispered. Albert’s ears were ringing. Had Race just implied that the reason he didn’t want to get kicked out was because he wouldn’t be able to see him anymore? Did Race like him back? That couldn’t be possible.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

That night the two of them had slept side by side in the castle room with their jackets thrown over them for warmth. When Albert had woken up the next morning, he was startled, but not necessarily alarmed, to find his arms securely wrapped around Race. He had allowed himself a few moments to hold his crush tightly before letting go and shaking Race awake.

“Race,” he had whispered, shaking him. “Wake up there’s something I wanna show you.”

Race had groaned, but his eyes did open and he squinted at Albert. “What?”

Albert had winked mischievously. “Follow me.”

Race had hauled himself up off the stone floor and up the steps stone steps after Albert, his mouth open in shock when he reached the top.

There, from the old turret in the castle, they had had a perfect view of the sunrise coming up over the field that lay before them.

“It’s beautiful,” Race had whispered, leaning on the wall of the turret.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Albert had whispered before he could stop himself.

Race had turned to him, the morning light making him glow like an angel. “What did you just say?” he had whispered.

Albert stuttered incoherently for a few seconds before Race has muttered “oh fuck this” and leaned over, planting a kiss on Albert’s mouth.

It wasn’t the most elegant kiss. Their teeth knocked together unpleasantly and race accidentally bumped Albert’s nose but neither had cared because, even though it hadn’t been done quite right, per se, it was still their first kiss and the two of them still felt fireworks, and had known even then that they were meant to me together.

•••

Race stared off into the sunset. “Remember that kiss, Albie?” He said dreamily. “It was perfect in all the wrong ways.”

Behind him, Albert didn’t say anything.

“Albie, c'mon I’m trying to reminisce here and you’re-” Race turned around and gasped loudly.

Behind him, his boyfriend was down on one knee holding a hammered silver band.

“Antonio Higgins,” Albert began, “I’ve loved you since we were 15 years old. You mean everything to me. I love the way you laugh and the way your eyes light up and the way that every time I kiss you it still feels like the first time.”

Race thought back to their first kiss, with the teeth hitting and nose bumping. “I hope that last parts a lie,” he said through his tears of happiness.

Albert shot him a look that said please-don’t-interrupt.

“You’ve made me a better person,” he continued. “I love being with you and waking up next to you every day. I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life. So will you, Antonio Higgins, do me the honor of being my husband?”

“Yes!” Race nearly screamed. “Yes yes yes, a thousand times, yes!”

Albert laughed, slipping the ring on his new fiancés finger before engulfing him in a hug and then attacking his lips with a kiss.

And this kiss, they did right.

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ah yes i like fluff

sometimes

next up is al the angst though ;)

two short requests followed by the fizz disaster fic

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#saphie scribbles #newsies #newsies fic #ralbert #all the fluff #these bois #i loved this prompt #but the next time i write fluff is too soon

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mundanesocialite · 6 years

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SHIPPING INFO //

Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

Kaiba Seto: Several. Currently trashshipping w/ @yellowdragonkat, an unamed ship w/ @compassionatedestiny‘s Isabel, the ship w/ @my-ohh-mai‘s Mai, and stubbornshipping.

Platonically speaking: Pride, Rival, Arrogant, Bue, etc. These I prefer as entirely platonic, however, I have made exceptions for both arrogant and blue in the past.

Ando Phthonos: Clearly everyone is familiar w/ flowercakeshipping w/ @imnahhiwatari, as well as a few guilty pleasure ships such as Phtho/Val/Jou, which has only ever happened in fics I am writing and never posting.

Platonic: Talk with him and we’ll find out I guess, damn.

Honda Hiroto: I sadly don’t have many shippy threads w/ him. Stubbornshipping, Honda/Valon is also a thing, Honda/Anzu, Honda/Yugi, etc.

Platonic: Buddy. bUDDY. BUDDY.

Valon: Currently no shippy threads, however I do like Jou/Val, Jou/Val/Phtho, Val/Raph, Val/ANYONE. Ship w/ this boi gd.

Platonic: Amelda/Val, Raph/Val, Mai/Val, Jou/Val, Anyone/Val.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

Everything. Platonic, romantic, anything, really. I love any and every dynamic I can get w/ pairings.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

For adult aged characters, ages 21 and up, the age gap means nothing to me. As both are entirely consensual adults. However, anyone below the age of 21 better be pretty damn close in age to their partner, I stg.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Fuckin, nah fam. So long as you wanna, I probably wanna. I do have a few ships I absolutely refuse to take part in, but other than that, hmu.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?:

I’d say about the time either character starts to feel any sort of arousal. Clothes can be on for NSFW, clearly, so, if your character is thinking abt getting laid, or they’re so deep into kissing or whatever that all they think abt is dick, then I consider that NSFW.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Hooo boy, I did not realise that I was supposed to do that down here, fuckin’ whoops, fam. Look up toward my OTPs. I consider those babes OTPs, fight.

Aside from aforementioned muses there are a few others.

@victoryillustrations (Mother Nature, Kaiba Sesuko)

Um, wait, fuck, I swear there’s more, give me a minute.

Oh wait, NOPE.

There is the platonic Papa Kaibs and his precious daughter Kissy w/ @lil-kissy.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

The only time I require you to ask for a ship is if we don’t have a thread, and we’ve never threaded. However, if our characters have interacted, and you feel like romantic feelings would fit your character, you can go ahead and add those in, fam. My character might not always reciprocate, but that’s part of the fun.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

I am a hoe. Are you serious w/ this? I love to explore new ships of every variety, either romantic, platonic, hateful, whatever the fuck, dude.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

I have a very obvious pattern of easily falling in love with pairings, ask @misaki-the-shy-beauty, she is the one to get me on the stubbornship binge, and also the entire reason I even started w/ shipping Phtho and Jou. If you mention the name of a ship to me once, there is a chance that a part of me has started shippping it in some way or another. I love love, okay?

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Fuckin hell yeah, my guy.

WHAT IS ( ARE ) YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

HOOOOOO BOYYYYYYY. STUBBORNSHIPPING.

There are also very strong hints of Spikeshipping and Supportshipping.

I enjoy the ship between Pegasus J. Crawford and Isono,

I adore some good old Platonic Arrogantshipping,

I’m a fuckin hoe for some buddyshipping bro action,

and let me see, I am in love with Noa/Amelda.

Mai/Siegfried kills me on the daily.

I love Priest Seth w/ literally any Bakura in existence tbh.

And Platonic Pride and Rival ship make me cry some days. Pls.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

You just fuckin do. Get a thread w/ me to start, or bring up your want to ship in IMs or ask. I assure you, I’m 100% down to consider, fam.

tagged by: @lil-kissy tagging: @imnahhiwatari, @my-ohh-mai, @yellowdragonkat (if you guys haven’t done it I guess. and anyone else who wants to.

#ooc #tagged #shipping meme #not rp #OH BOY I COULD SCREAM ABT ANY OF THESE SHIPS FOR HOURS ON END BITCH DAMN #END MY FUCKIN LIFE SHIT

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svtskneecaps · 4 years

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I totally get not wanting mystery ocean creature touching you. Idk, ig I’m so used to be crawled or touched my ocean critters whenever I scuba dive, so I’m just 🤷🏻‍♀️ indifferent. I make sure to never touch them back tho (don’t wanna hurt or scare them 🥺)

Lol I probably wouldn’t even look at svt if we were in the same place 💀 I will follow their lead and respect their boundaries, but I think I’d implode or something if I even looked at them outside of a concert. Now that I think abt it maybe I don’t even think I could bring myself to shake their hands 😭

Also I hate when my professors want me to scan stuff in. Specifically when they say we have to print and scan something we could type in; like bruh 🙄 Just let us type it on the word doc you sent

-shortie

scanning is the biggest goddamn hassle bc i could LITERALLY TAKE A PICTURE AND IT'S BETTER QUALITY THAN THE SCANNERS i stg even if i write it in pen half the writing gets lost idk man

maybe i just fear the water bc there isn't much where i am like it's a three day drive to an ocean assuming you don't stop so like. maybe i fear what i don't understand. all i have are pools.

but it's the same with bugs, it's all well and good so long as it stays far far fuckin away from me

also SAME dude fuckin if i saw seventeen in a parking lot i am walking in the other direction immediately or fuckin making a POINT to just avoid eye contact at all costs like i see them coming towards me i'm crossing the street like i love them but if i get within fuckin ten feet i'm going to explode idk man it's too weird

i adore the fuck out of them ofc and like i'd love to play ping pong sometime hmu but like. it's a combination of them basically being strangers, being good looking, and like. i mean i live in the middle of basically nowhere, at this point even seeing them ONSTAGE is a pipe dream, let alone in a parking lot somewhere i'd DIE like it would be the most eventful 5 minutes of my life and if they somehow initiated a conversation it would also be the best 5 minutes of my life but like holy hell dude if i saw them in the dennys i'm turning around, unless i was meeting a friend or something but like. i'd avoid eye contact like the plague like that little pocket of existence does not exist idk man it's just empty that's so weird

if THEY initiated i'd talk obv like what am i gonna do?? like it's not that i don't want to ever talk to them but like, ma'am this is a walmart not a fan meeting i'm not just gonna WALK UP AND SAY HI like THEY'LL BE TOO POLITE TO TELL ME TO FUCK OFF like THEY'RE JUST DUDES AFTER HOURS MAN THEY'RE NOT WORKING anyway i've spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about this for someone who lives in nebraska lmao

#all power to people who do idc you do you as long as you're being polite and not crowding them or anything #but my version of polite is 'seventeen?? who's seventeen????'#bc. bruh. i am. Terrified.#not kpop #shut up vic

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smuttylewds · 6 years

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day7

Today just woke up bit later and then went for the uqpms meet and greet bbq met so many people sooo many people EVEN MET A WOMAN WITH A BABY SO COOL Finallyyyyy met marissa holy but wow shes surprisngly not a quiet person altho my friends all thought she was a bitch cos she said “you cant just stay you have to expand your social circles” not exact quote but something along those lines After that they all came over to mine and we chilled then went out for chicken and played pool Then i came back home and did laundry finally for the first time and then i vacuumed and fuck physically and mentally so tired honestly And fuck holy so unlucky i stg some kdrama bullshit Okay so was hyped to see marissa and holy the chances when i got off bus and got to entrance of the parklands for bbq marissa was also entering holyyyyy too shy to say hi then said hi later at bbq but fuark the chance of the first person i saw being her AND THEN when i went out to do laundry i go out in my pjs singlet and blue shorts and slides holding laundry basket with my undies and shit and elevator opens and behold fucking MARISSA all dressed up cos she going clubbing LIKE WAHT FUCK THE TIMING KDRAMA BULLSHIT HOW IS IT THE FIRST TIME I GET ON ELEVATOR TO DO OTHER SHIT AND ITS LAUNDRY TOO WHY IS IT THIS FIRST ASS TIME WHY SHE THERE HOLYfelt like i was caught with my pants down but yea anyway i was like oh shit hi u going clubbing and we small talked like how long you been here for and i ended with yea hmu next time you go clubbing And so yea laundry done came back put it out to dry and ye basically thats it for today Also forgot to put this up as i was sitting in that med seminar yesterday thought about doing umat again and stuff and honestly dont want to do that kind of felt like fuck sydney we here we stay here brisbane my city now kind of feeling i dont know why maybe cos of the stress idk fucking bullshit actually kinda wanna just stay here idk leave sydney behind i really dunno and marissa asked me in elevator today if i was gonna do umat again and i just thought about it again and idk just im so tired of failing So fucking tired and feels shitty, im on 0 for 5 adelaide monash unsw uws newcastle, so i do umat again lets say i do well and get interviews again for all those places what do i do if i dont get in again then its just making just disappointing everyone again thats what fucking scares me and im just tired of it And what if i just fuck up umat just because its my 2nd time doesnt mean im gonna do better Honestly at this point just doing umat is like no and sydney honestly just given up on sydney its no longer my place or home anymore Dont have the confidence anymore tbh well i am confident but no longer that cocky arrgoant bullshit before But yea day7 fuck that was long longest ive ever written jesus

#diary

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cxnsternatixn · 4 years

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its 2am and i need to vent abt my stupid ass somewhere this is literally not important at all

dont mind me rambling ok but?? oh my?? god?? i hate?? mysELF? this has honestly been the dumbest day ever like ive been avoiding tumblr these past two days bcs i have a big exam tomorrow morning that i was suppsoed to study for 24/7 but gUESS WHAT YALL!!! i went to sleep at like 3-4am yesterday (bcs tumblr lol), woke up today around noon, did a lil studying between noon and 2pm ish, made lunch, and then?? literally just?? procastinated?? all day?? not even procastinated by doing anything actually useful but straight up just kept walking from my room to the kitchen and back, i went to the store 2 times!!! went on a random walk 2 times!!! i even came up with a new muse?? i even dODGED CALLS FROM MY BOSS ??????????? and now its 2 am :) straight up 12 hours later :) having done 0 studying :) exam is at 10am :) which means i gotta be up in 6 hours at mOST so i cant even study in hte morning :) im still blinding myself like im gnna study tonight but then i also have work after the exam tomorrow and at this point if i dont go to sleep im just gonna die?????????????? i stg im so drinking tomorrow evening why am i like this

idk

im so

ugh

but hey procastination led me to a new muse his name is nash and he’s bored of his life and trying to chase clout but in a lowkey way idk he’s a snake but he’s also a really good painter so ykno whatchu gonna do i guess hmu if u wanna write something w him or any of my other muses tbh lets help that procastination train keep going choo chooo (im so far gone oh my god what am i writing)

anyway i still have paGES of vocab to learn for tomorrow i wanna die watch me literally not understand exam question loL i love studying languages rly if someone could just imprint hungarian into my brain that would be great

#this is so irrelevant asdgrfdv #literally just another way to procastinate #i also just realised my style of writing ooc relies a lot on use of random capital letters #and my theme displays all text as low caps #so my ramblings seem even more deranged lmao

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