Yeah, i can see myself holding xiao in the cup of my hands and giving him lots of little kissies and petting him with my thumb while looking like a dork.
ALSO I GOT ALL OF THIS FLUFFBALLS TALENTS FULLY CROWNED YAS!
-🥘Stew
1) pat bird xiao agenda 2) xiao haver. i am jealous 3) GREAT JOB! very proud of you!
since i’ve been focusing so much on building i completely forgot how fun it was to make poses that pertain to my characters and then see how they come out in game >.< like i made some poses and i was so happy to see how they looked in game. i didn’t realize i missed my sims so much
Had this Headcannon that when Multi-Lingual Dick and Jason get drunk they start singing Ballads in Spanish. Yeah some classical shit like Vicente Fernandez but also the most wild Selena you've ever heard.
Bashing my head in the ground and sobbing at how Briseis and Patroclus mirror the kind relationship (both platonic and somewhat familiar) with Helen and Hector. How they both treated the women with kindness and respect, how both women mourn their deaths and are given their dialogue to do so. How both women were trophies of war to a man that took them away from their first husband, but Patroclus swore to Briseis how she will be revered as the legitimate wife of the hero Achilles, and Hector stood up for Helen all time, both as friends. How they both wailed out to the deaths of the beloved heroes, merciless in battle and kind to their people, faithful to their loves all the same.
No one stop me I'm moving to the sea to drown my sorrows.
Robespierre gets a VERY PURPLE prose description of his eyes
From the bottom of his chrysoberyl eyes when the sun's rays fell on them, he seemed not to distinguish another thing than faint outlines, hence the intensity of that warm, wavering, nebulous, scrutinizing gaze that frightened so many. Those were sea-green irises, no doubt, but the shade the waters have before the storm breaks, when the diminishing luminosity of the sky begins to modify the tonality of those waters like passions that intertwine, collide or meet overlap, and the confused mating of the clouds portends what soon it will be a mighty storm. That's how he was.
EDIT: i changed the title of this post bc i was referencing Sieburg description of SJ, and then I learned that Sieburg was nazi, and i dont want to associate this book with him if that makes sense?
He'd practiced all morning in the mirror after getting this line from America.
"Estoy loca por tí y quiero que seas mi psiquiatra."
Now that was a surprise.
"Oh, you-" he has to hold in a laugh and cover his mouth, but the grin behind it is undeniable. And, perhaps a blush too.
"I-... You just said that you are crazy, female noun, about me, and that you want me to be your psychiatrist." He puts down his stylus and walks up to him, taking off his glove in the process.
"I'm not entirely sure that's what you meant... But your pronunciation was pretty good! I'm impressed" he adds with a proud tilt of his head.
"If you are interested... I can work some Spanish lessons into my schedule just for you. Might work better than Duolingo, plus I can teach you the bad words to know when America makes fun of you."
"How's that sound, Doc?"