#it’s a queue

[simsimulation]

Tune in for a festive Harvestfest Special @ 12p.m

The Brindleton Bay local news station reached out to Devon & his team to see if they'd be interested in a special Harvestfest segment featuring him, his home & his family. Of course, Devon's camp agreed-- seeing that this would be great opportunity for his campaign. (Also little Ahmad aged up!)

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #ts4 edit #ts4 legacy #the sims community #black simblr #black simmer #the spencers #sim: devon #sim: yasmin #sim: ahmad #sim: sebastian #sim: amir #it’s a queue

[skoofie]

I have theories-

#linked maze #lm wars #lm wind #ski art #it’s a queue

[artemiseamoon]

Let’s have an adventure

A Dean Moriarty drabble Ft GN reader

A03 (at this time only available to registered users) | All on the road work after this will agree to my new process, preview on tumblr, full work on A03.

Warnings: none really, smoking? A brief mention of getting high.

Your shift at the cafe just came to an end when he strolled in; cigarette in hand, trademark white tee and blue jeans, a bounce in his step.

When Dean made eye contact with you, he winked then headed to the counter. You didn't have to see what he was up to next, you knew.

By the time you returned from your locker the girl behind the counter was blushing and he had a muffin in his hand, one you’re sure he didn’t pay for.

“You better not get me fired.”

You grabbed his arm and guided him away from the desk.

On the way out, you said goodbye and stepped outside, Dean in tow.

“You won’t get fired, they love me.” He smiled and pulled you into a big hug, followed by a squeeze. “You free?”

“There is a poetry reading at cafe Wha, ‘bout 7. I want to catch that but I have…”you glanced at your watch, “4 hours to kill.”

“Perfect!” Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders and led the way as you walked.

“Dean, where are we going?”

“I need a suit, got a job interview in the morning. You don’t have a suit do you?”

“I sell coffee and pastries when I’m not studying, I don’t have a suit.” You answered with a smile.

Dean grinned, “fine enough. I have an idea.”

“If it’s of the joy riding variety, I’ll have to pass tonight.” You slipped your arm around his torso.

You love Dean a hundred ways, but the kind of trouble he often got into wasn’t for you. It’s one of the reasons you didn’t see him as much as some of your other friends. Even though part of you craved more time with him.

Sometimes, you wished you were as wild as Dean, but again, who else could be? No one.

There’s only one Dean Moriarty.

Every other wild soul who tagged along for his madness, always tired before he did, always threw in a towel and went back to a calmer, slower pace.

But not Dean.

You were convinced he ran on some kind of hyper adrenaline, a kind absent from normal folks' veins, even the ones who like to think of themselves as wild and adventurous.

Whatever Dean was made of is unique and rare; it belonged to only him. For you, and those around him, you can catch the essence, feel the high, experience the best and worst of it, but you’ll never truly capture it, or understand it. It’s all part of what makes Dean both deeply compelling and utterly maddening.

“Not tonight, tonight I have other plans,” he grinned at you wildly then planted a big kiss on the side of your face, “I find a suit. Spend time with you, then head to the joint in Harlem for some jazz. By the time midnight comes around, I’ll be dancing and high and enjoying all life has to offer!”

“Then wake up unscathed and waltz into your interview with a smile on your face?” You asked.

“Ah, you know me so well,” pleased with your comment, he continued to smile, “what do you say? After that poetry reading, join me? I love poetry as much as the next but tonight I crave high energy, movement, rhythm-“he briefly released you to dance in the street then pulled you back to him.

“I don’t work tomorrow, sure, why not. Let’s have an adventure!”

More On The Road inspired work - masterpost in the works

**once I cross post my On The Road content to A03, any work going forward will be in my new format = Preview to tumblr, full work to A03.

#Dean Moriarty #on the road #it’s a queue #garrett hedlund characters #fic: let’s have an adventure

[planetary]

#updated this for 2024 queueing it now happy new year everyone #chatter🦋

[spockvarietyhour]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

#Star Trek Deep Space Nine #DS9 #Star Trek #Past Tense #Past Tense Pt 1 #Benjamin Sisko #Bernardo Calvera #2024 #startrekedit #ds9edit #2024edit #GIF #my gifs #scifiedit #tvedit #1990sedit #Hide and Queue

[elwenyere]

— Ursula K. Le Guin, from “A Rant About ‘Technology’”

#quotes #ursula k. le guin #baby you got a queue going

[unavernales]

uh so i never do this but maui is quite literally on fire and there isn't nearly enough care or consideration for. you know. Native Hawaiians who live here being displaced and the land (and cultural relevance) that's being eaten up by the fire. so if ya'll wanna help, here's some links:

maui food bank: https://mauifoodbank.org/

maui humane society: https://www.mauihumanesociety.org/

center for native hawaiian advancement: https://www.memberplanet.com/campaign/cnhamembers/kakoomaui

hawai'i red cross: https://www.redcross.org/local/hawaii/ways-to-donate.html

please reblog and spread the word if you can't donate.

#maui fires #uhhhhh sorry this is uncharacteristic but this'll be on a queue til idk

[defilerwyrm]

Growth capitalism is a deranged fantasy for lunatics.

Year 1, your business makes a million dollars in profit. Great start!

Year 2, you make another million. Oh no! Your business is failing because you didn't make more than last year!

Okay, say year 2 you make $2 mil. Now you're profitable!

Then year 3 you make $3 mil. Oh no! Your business is failing! But wait, you made more money than last year right? Sure, but you didn't make ENOUGH more than last year so actually your business is actively tanking! Time to sell off shares and dismantle it for parts! You should have made $4 mil in profit to be profitable, you fool!

If you're not making more money every year by an ever-increasing exponent, the business is failing!

Absolute degenerate LUNACY

#eat the rich #fuck capitalism #capitalists make great mulch #they're a sustainable and eco-friendly source of pig feed and fertilizer #blog together queue alone

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

#i've been listening to icarus by bastille #and for some reason my brain fills in 'this is how it feels to take a fall' as 'this is how it feels to take off all your skin' #and like fuck man #and I KNOW that’s technically not a misheard lyric but my post my rules cope #anyway my line now #also probably phrased this poorly but its ok #im allowed to be incomprehensible #as a treat #and then fuckin #from we sink by of monsters and men #the original line was 'please look away dont look at me' #and i kept hearing it as 'please learn a way to look at me' #anyway #shoving this post in the queue but please be aware that i am writing it very late at night #q

[myjetpack]

My first Guardian Books cartoon for 2024

#books #bookshops #queue #cartoon #tom gauld

[calvinandhobbescomic]

#calvin and hobbes #calvin & hobbes #comics #comic #reblog #queue me up scotty

[mwagneto]

i forgot to post this last year so im scheduling it to post march 15th 2024 (it's march 17th 2023 rn)

#please work please #ceasar #julius caesar #march 15 #ides of march #oh my god i forgot. this has been in my queue for a year

[artemiseamoon]

Teaser: Damage Control 8

This chapter: Frankie, Original characters, Santi, brief Damon

Fic info

*** spoilers if you have not read the fic, if you have not read the most recent chapter*

This is a preview. Full chapter coming in about a week, in full on A03

Tuesday Afternoon

Veronica watches as Damon helps the kids with their homework via video call. They’ve been on for a while now, and she’s going to wrap it up soon. She needs to head back to town after this.

Video calls with her husband went from easy to difficult since she started sleeping with Frankie. After a few minutes of looking at Damon, she can feel her poker face breaking. Now, the fact that he’ll be home this Sunday fills her with anxiety and dread.

Yes, Veronica missed her husband and was pissed his trip ended up almost twice as long, she was counting down the days before; she was excited to see him and have him back. Now, she wouldn’t be upset if he stayed a few more days, it would give her more time to think and figure out how to navigate all this.

Veronica knows the right thing to do is tell him, but, that would be a fucking distaster. Damon is reactionary and it would start an all out war between him and Frankie, she doesn’t want to do that to them or the kids.

The alternative is to keep it a secret, which would mean she has to continue to lie and keep things hidden. There’s no easy way out of this and every time she looks at his face, it’s a loud reminder of that.

Her children's laughter makes her smile and it’s a nice distraction from the intensity of her thoughts.

“Okay, see, you’re smarter than me. Both of you. Why am I even helping?” On the screen, Damon throws his hand in the air and pretends to be embarrassed.

Veronica cuts in, “Alright loves, want to say bye to dad for now? I have to go soon.”

“Listen to your mother,” he leans in closer to the screen as they exchange goodbyes, “I will see you Sunday, promise.” He watches them with a big smile. “Man i miss you guys, where’s your mother? Why are you hiding off screen, get over here.”

She rounds the table and sits where the kids were. Veronica kisses them both on the cheek, “Remember you’re with Eve all day okay. I’ll call at bedtime and see you in the morning.”

They wave at Damon again then leave the room. Veronica follows them and peeks out as Eve joins them, then leads them downstairs.

Stepping back into the room, Veronica closes the door and sits before the screen.

“Damn, you look hot Ver.”

She smirks and makes herself more comfortable on the couch, “the opening was Lux was today. This morning. I dropped the kids off, then went straight there.”

“Sorry I missed that baby.”

Veronica pressed her lips together, trying to hold back the comment on her tongue. It slips out anyway,

“I hope that deal you made was worthit.”

Damon goes quiet and drops his gaze. Veronica instantly feels bad for the comment.

As an awkward silence passes, she notices something she caught before, when the call started. Even with his smile and excitement to see the kids, she could see something else stirring, almost like he was stressed out, or upset.

Of course her guilty conscience immediately went to Frankie, but how would he know? It’s not like they were making out on camera, and they were smart enough to stay away from any of the surveillance spots since the system could be accessed by Damon.

Hooking up in the bar room then Frankies apartment were both risky. But there's no cameras there, nothing for Damon to see. Or at least she hopes. Unless there are hidden ones she doesn’t know about.

Feeling shitty, she apologizes for her comment, “Sorry, I just, you missed a lot of important things this time.”

“ I know,” Damon straightens up and sighs, then makes eye contact, “i’ll be back sunday, make it up to all of you.”

She nods then focuses her eyes on the window behind him.

“Where are you going now? A hot date?” Damon asks with a forced smile.

“Yes, a very hot date with Nyema.”

“Nice, she flew in for the opening?”

“Yeah, she's just here for the night though, she’s flying to LA in the morning.”

“Don't come home with a new boyfriend, I’ll have to kill him.” He’s grinning, but there a darkness about it.

Veronica forces a laugh, “noted.”

Damon reclines back in his chair, his hands behind his head. “Hey Ver, you good? Aside from being pissed at me?”

“I’m fine. Just lots of long days.”

“I’ll be home soon, everything will be okay.” He glances down at his phone. She can see his expression tense as he puts it back down.

“I could ask you the same Damon, are you okay? You seem stressed.”

“Just some work shit, nothing for you to worry about.” He takes a big breath in the exhales. “You look great, I wish I was there right now.”

“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.”

He smiles genuinely, “ are you flirting with me? You haven't flirted with me in like, a week. I was starting to feel neglected here.”

“Stop, you know you’re handsome. I do need to go though, talk to you tomorrow?”

He nods softly, “ I love you Ver.”

“Me too. Hey, might be nice if you called the house and said goodnight to them, they’ll be anxious, can't remember the last time i was away from them all day.”

“You got it.”

They say their goodbyes and Veronica hangs up the call, then closes the laptop. Once it’s closed, she slouches over and covers her face with her hands. A knock on the door brings her back to the present.

“Come in.” She rises from the couch as Frankie steps inside and closes the door behind him.

“Adan is ready for you-” Frankie pauses, his brown eyes moving over her body before returning to her eyes.

Veronica chuckles and points at him playfully, “ i saw that.”

“You saw nothing.” he grins then turns to leave the room. He didn’t get to see her before she left earlier with Ruben.

“We missed eachother this morning,” she says softly as she walks over to him. Frankie lets go of the handle and turns to face her.

He replies, “Thats a good thing, if I saw you like that it might have put ideas in my head.”

“Ohh, so it’s not now?” She asks with a flirty smile.

He grins, “come here.” He whispers and draws her closer with this eyes.

Veronica stands in front of him. Frankie rests one of his hands on her hip and pulls her body against his, his lips linger close to her ear.

“You don’t want to know what i’m thinking right now,” his lips brush against her ear, “it’s filthy.”

“Really,” she hums and slides a hand between their bodies and grabs his belt, “maybe if you tell me just a little, it will give me something fun to think about on that long ride back into town.”

“You’re bad,” he grins as his eyes meet hers, both still whispering. The steamy look in her eyes makes him want to undress her right here, right now, but he can’t. The house is full, the kids are downstairs with the nanny and Adan is waiting for her.

Frankie brings his lips back to her ear as she slides her fingers over the nape of his neck and into his hair. As he whispers into her ear, Veronica bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, visualizing every little detail.

As the last words land and the tingling between her thighs increases, they make eye contact again. Frankie cups her face with one hand, close enough to kiss her. As she closes her eyes, waiting for his lips, his walkie goes off, startling them both. It’s Adan.

“We have traffic once we hit town boss, if we don’t leave soon Mrs. Brooks is going to be late.”

Frankie groans, grabs the walkie and responds. “ Mrs.Brooks is on her way down.” He puts it back on his belt and takes a step away from her. “Get out of here.”

“I like when you boss me around.” She winks at him and heads for the door.

Masterlist (more Frankie, TF, TF actors, and CE on that list)

#Frankie Morales #frankie catfish morales x ofc #black ofc #chris evens as a fc #fic: damage control #it’s a queue

[rainbowpopeworld]

This is a big thing that I continue to work on unlearning/relearning

#care tasks #self care #cleaning is a process #a never ending cycle #judgement makes it harder #morally neutral #spoons #spoonie #disabled #nd things #neurodivergent #cleaning #oh no it's queue

[suckycat]

#queue #unexpected #lol #curators #funny #art

[utilitycaster]

"why should I get invested in shows if they'll just get canceled" I was deeply invested in Heroes (2006) and it was not canceled, it just got really terrible. I also got really invested in the sandwich I had a few weeks ago despite it only lasting like 15 minutes. You must embrace the ephemeral. You must be willing to love things that may not love you back, that might betray you, or that may die an untimely death. As the great philosopher Mr. Mitchell Lee Hedberg said "I'm not gonna stop doing something because of what happens at the end."

#now granted he did die of a drug overdose but you know. one can take the good lessons #anyway. point being i understand being deeply frustrated with the state of the tv and film. #but also we can admit that for every gem canceled there's like three real duds too #idk if you want something that's guaranteed to have a bunch of seasons and you know the ending for go watch shows from the 70s #the number of adults on this site who lack the emotional wherewithal to watch an ongoing narrative is. yikes. #queue