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fregolicotard · 5 months
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19.09.2023
Hello, Amsterdam. As I wandered through your streets, I anticipated a mild affection for your character. Yet, what unfolded was an unexpected depth of sentiment. In each corner, a subtle understanding; in every view, a braided narrative between what was outside and how it reflected inside me. And with great joy, I slipped into a long-forgotten but familiar sensation of exploration and mirroring of self into the world.
#262of365
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little-tiffany · 2 years
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“Pretty Little Amsterdam” by Satsuma Street Designs
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puppetmaster13u · 14 days
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Prompt 273
You know what? We need more Good parents Fentons. 
And you know what else? Technically, Jack helped Danny defeat Pariah via the use of the Ecto-Skeleton. And like, that’s his son, his baby boy. Sure Danny is and has always been a mommy’s boy, but it doesn’t change that fact. They’re both already feeling horrible about the fact they could have hurt him, they could have hurt their son- they have hurt their son, killed him with their inaction and never again. 
So when these oversized jello-eyeballs try to insist that their baby, their precious baby boy, take a crown? Become a king when he’s not even out of highschool, when he doesn’t want it? No. Hell no! That is his Danny-o, his baby boy who was terrified of his own parents! 
Which is how Jack, despite technically still being alive even if so-very ecto-contaminated, became the Ghost King. 
And for some reason there’s several ghosts rather happy about this- oh, these are his Danny-O’s ghost-parents? Not-ghost parents seeing as some of them have never been anything but a realm denizen? That’s really fascinating- y’know what, want some fudge and we can exchange childcare- Maddie dear come over and meet our co-parents apparently!  
Now it’s not all easy, but they’re trying their best, and that’s all that can be asked. 
Which is perhaps why it’s so exasperating- or as Maddie would put it, downright infuriating- that it is now, almost an entire year and a half later that the Heroes finally arrive to investigate. Well, at least he has plenty of fudge since it’s almost time for the council meeting. 
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tea-tuesday · 4 months
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stopped by niconeco zakkaya in the east village!
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roychewtoy · 1 year
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MAKE YOU VILE, AND MAKE YOU A SPECTACLE.
"wounded" - mykola tolmachev / h.r giger's "passages" series + quote / "meadowlark's song" and "ecstasy" - agnes pelton / jean jacket from nope - dir. jordan peele
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thefishdeath · 1 month
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Never feel more masc then the times I try to look fem
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sad-emo-dip-dye · 10 months
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The new 15 chapter showing Chuuya’s memories of the lab… no I’m ok, it’s fine, I wasn’t planning on being happy today anyways
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rat-prophetess · 9 months
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Daniil “I Will Achieve The Impossible And Defeat Death Itself” Dankovsky, on his first day in the town: *sees a teenage girl revive a man he declared dead like 15 minutes ago just by touching his forehead with her hands*
Daniil "The Most Logical Bachelor of Very Rational Scientific Medicine" Dankovsky: *testifies that this was a miraculous, Lazarus-style resurrection and there's no other possible explanation*
Daniil "Can't See The Forest For The Fucking Trees" Dankovsky: "well, that was weird. huh. Anyway, moving on to much more Important things,..,,,"
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salsakiyoomi · 10 months
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you were a villain.
miguel should've put you in cuffs the first time he caught you, you were cunning and a trickster and you were causing too much trouble.
but god, everytime he caught you, you slipped right through his fingers — and it didn't help that you kissed him one time.
he wasn't sure how it happened, but your wrists were restrained infront of you by his hands, and you were trying to wiggle your way out of his tough grasp and he remembers tightening his grip even more — before suddenly, your mouth was on his and all he could process was the taste of the cherry lip balm on your lips and how soft they were and then without realizing it, his grip on you was loosening and you were kicking him in the crotch before running off.
yeah, not his brightest moment — letting a villain kiss him and then letting her get away.
but he couldn't help it, he didn't know why but god you were so intoxicating, like a drug he got addicted to ever since that moment, the way your lips moved against his, how good you tasted, the strong scent of your perfume that he could recognize anywhere and he just couldn't bring himself to put you in cuffs.
also, he may have let you get away a couple of more times after that.
he thinks he's smooth enough that it comes off as that you just got away from him — after all, you were cunning, and you were good enough to trick even miguel o'hara himself.
this night is different though, he's out on patrol, searching the dark alleys of the city, the places where he'd usually sniff out thugs and gangs, but not that they're common anymore, not every since you've been terrorizing them, driving them out of their areas.
miguel stops in the middle of the alley, it's dark, with the only light provided from the moon barely peaking above the buildings.
"i know you're here."
he calls out, hands on his waist as if waiting impatiently.
a moment passes, and then a sigh is heard, his head turns around to his left side where you drop down from a fire escape case.
you take a few steps out of the building's shadow, the moonlight barely illuminating your face, and he can make out your familiar features, and god damn that smirk on your face.
"how come do you always know when i'm around?" you ask with a tilt of your head, you're eyeing him with your arms crossed and your chin held high and the unmistakable curve of your lips taunts him.
he grunts, rolling his eyes, "call it instinct."
"instinct, huh?" you muse, your lips formed in a small pout, almost as if you're in thought, miguel knows you're mocking him though, he can see it in the glimmer of your eyes.
"where have you been these past three days?" he asks, his voice rough as usual as he takes a step closer to you, he's maybe a meter or two away from you, but your strong perfume is already engulfing all of his senses, "you haven't been causing trouble much as usual."
you shrug, "sorry, i don't always have the time to commit crime."
miguel tenses — his thoughts come flooding in again, his rational thoughts, the ones that tell him how he should put you behind bars, take the advantage that you're unarmed right now, the ones that ask how he could feel so relaxed around you even though you're the enemy, relaxed so much so his mask is off.
"why are you here now?" he asks, his arms crossed as he stares you down.
"i know you patrol these alleys." you say nonchalantly, stating the obvious.
"so?"
"so? so what? are you dumb or something?" you roll your eyes, scoffing a laugh, muttering a 'jeez, what a dense head' under your breath.
miguel scowls, "the hell's wrong with you?"
"the hell's wrong with me? the hell's wrong with you?" you shoot back at him, "i came to see you, duh."
miguel deadpans at you, he looks very unamused as if you've just told a bad joke, "is this another one of your tricks?"
you snort, "how low do you think of me?"
"very low."
"that's a shame," you mumble, taking a step closer to him, that smirk still on your face, oh the one that makes his heart flutter a bit even though he denies it to himself, "you know, they say you should never assume."
your voice is barely above a whisper, and you're standing close to him, too close if anything, and he's silent, unsure of what to say and deciding to see what happens next.
"you really should've put me in cuffs the first time you caught me, spiderman." you mumble and before he knows it, your lips are against his once more and he's thinking, yeah, i really should've.
but god, you're intoxicating and your lips taste so good like cherry lip balm, and all he could process is the strong scent of your perfume, and the way your body is pressed up slightly against his and then, he's kissing you back.
he's kissing you back, savouring the taste of your lips and the touch of your skin against his, letting the moment linger between the two of you, and god this is the second time, and it feels like he can't stop, he doesn't know if he ever will, he knows he'll want to have it one more time after it ends, he knows he'll always come back to you, he knows he'll always let you get away because you're like a drug and he just got addicted to you, like he hasn't always been addicted to you, to your teasing and your mocking grins and your cunning voice, and he's knows it's no good for him — you are no good for him, but he still kisses you back.
you pull away, your hot breath fans his lips and you're staring up at his eyes through your lashes, and a smile creeps up on your face, "aren't you hopeless."
you chuckle, pulling away from him and taking a few steps back, "well that was nice, maybe one day you'll tell me your actual name, spiderman." you say with a grin, "oh, and next time, don't bring expensive watches on patrols."
you hold up his dimension travelling watch that you had managed to slip off of him while he was too busy savouring the taste of you — you laugh, slipping it in your pocket before you disappear into the darkness of the alley.
and miguel let's you get away.
he knows he'll find you again, and he'll get it back, god knows what will happen the next time he meets you anyway, but he can't stop thinking about how good your mouth fit against his.
yeah, you really are no good for him.
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guys you dont understand the solinh potential...
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fourteenthz · 12 days
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VIERAPRIL 11 - LONGING
Maybe I can't go back, but they can't either.
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raspberryfrogs · 2 months
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the softest boy 😊🥰🌸✨*
*people who fall for that tend to end up... disappearing
my sim for @saruin's milkshake challenge (`white/pink/brown skin | wings/antennae/face markings | black eyes | green hair | cyber)
his name is Kel he is the leader of a group of assassins who target the rich and powerful, he REFUSES to be called a vigilante and has a curiously rigid yet extraordinarily elastic moral code 😳 he's short as fuck and ruthlessly exploits the misogyny of people who assume he's a woman or others' assumptions of him being younger weaker and far more innocent than he is :)
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general: body preset | height slider | skin tone | body markings x x | face markings x x | skin overlay | belly overlay | earrings | eye preset | eyes | teeth | antennae | hair | robot dermals | wings | goggles
outfit one: top | bottoms | boots
outfit two: top | bottoms | necklace (high school years)
thanks to @screaminsnail @luumia @disorganaized @pyxiidis @ssspringroll @ratboysims @unidentifiedsims @squea @sammi-xox @saruin @someone-elsa @uxji @grimguide @scyllasims @adelarsims @trillyke @evellsims @nucrests !!
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little-tiffany · 2 years
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“Pretty Little Greece” by Satsuma Street Designs
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w1lmuttart · 2 years
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Hi gamers
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hoodienanami · 6 months
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a rare picture of a very young Johnny Rotten taken by Al McDonell in 1976 at the Sex Pistols' famous Lesser Free Trade Hall gig in Manchester
Morrissey (who was also very young at the time. only 17!) attended this historic gig and while he seemed to like the band well enough he had a few choice words for their fashion sense when he published a review of the gig in the NME
"The Sex Pistols are very New York and it’s nice to see that the British have produced a band capable of producing atmosphere created by The New York Dolls and their many imitators, even though it may be too late. I’d love to see the Pistols make it. Maybe they will be able to afford some clothes which don’t look as though they’ve been slept in." (via)
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106 Princes Street, Edinburgh: Birthplace of Lt. John Irving.
(Also, a dusky view in the opposite direction, and two paintings from the National Gallery nearby that, reflections notwithstanding, show an Edinburgh at least somewhat more akin to the one Irving would have known in his youth.)
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