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[sargebon]

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WIP: the 'brando kingsley is a dick' series

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[sargebon]

this frat boy twink 😭😭

(pic from here)

[gattyswriting]

oscar’s helmet designer is traumatized 🥲

[sargebon]

logan via insta stories

[cadillacjohnf1]

since we fuckin w Liam Lawson now, where do we stand on his deep homoerotic love for his beautiful brown eyed teammates?

both beautiful and compelling. can't wait to see how many brown-eyed teammates he falls in love with across his entire career.

[miffy-piastri]

that’s his first love

[oldvasilisk]

[sammy-bryant]

Shawn Hatosy behind the scenes of Cry Wolf via Brie Larson.

[trillyke]

In the 12th May update The Sims 4 introduced a new CAS category dedicated to accessory tops, called Base Layer. This way you no longer have to give up on gloves if your sim wants to wear a CC accessory top. (Originally all my accessory tops and chains were located under the Gloves catalogue so your sim couln't wear them at the same time. Downloading the new updated versions is not a necessity, if you like them located under the gloves section or you haven't updated your game to this patch yet you can ignore this post! ^^ )

After making a poll checking preferences, I decided to make a new, standalone version of my already existing accessory tops and body chains located under this new category. This way you can have the old (gloves) version and new (base layer) version at the same time and I noticed you can even layer two accessories this way hehe but if you no longer need the old gloves category version, you have to manually delete it. The file name changed the following way - I added the BaseLayerUpdate suffix to the original filename. Example:

Trillyke_Superstar_Waist_Chain_Belts.package - old file, located under the Gloves section Trillyke_Superstar_Waist_Chain_Belts_BaseLayerUpdate.package - new file in this bundle, located under the new base layer catalogue

➤ DOWNLOAD HERE (Patreon, Free)

Accessories like sleeve accessories and arm warmers I didn't touch, I feel they still fit more under the gloves section. Accessory chains however I updated, bodychains will be layered under tops, while waist and belly chains will be layered over clothing, as originally intended. Not on the preview, but I also updated the two male frame accessory tops I made in the past.

The file is a ZIP file containing 38 package files, make sure you unzip it and move everything to your Mods folder! ✨

Useful links: Blog post about the new The Sims 4 update Masterpost of my accessory tops

[audreytalksf1]

2023 vs 2025

the difference goes crazy

[sargebon]

logan with a fan !!

[tthesongofachilless]

pure art

[miffy-piastri]

fellas is it gay to post whatever the fuck that is

[brushedbymelancholy]

third canadian gp dnf in a row’s the charm. i guess

[netonis]

Now drivers in the junior ranks are being told to emulate Oscar!!! So endearing I feel sick.

“Think like Piastri. Think like Oscar Piastri.”

[spoiledremi]

I really think a Koss Porta Pro x Oscar collab would fuck so hard

[23fallencomets]

well hello! This is my humble logan fic request/prompt: Sargebon, and the song "Hanging On" by Falling In Reverse. it's angsty, it hurts, but it fits them SO well, so have at it (and don't break my heart too much please..)

I ADORE YOU (BUT NOTHING LASTS FOREVER)// SARGEBON

alex across the year and a half he had with logan

Logan was a pleasant surprise to Alex's life. He was sweet, even under the cocky persona he sometimes took on. Under all of it, he was shy, soft-spoken with glittering green eyes that watched Alex like if he hung the moon. It made something twist inside of Alex when Logan looked at him like that, like if Alex could really offer him the moon if he just asked.

He looked out for Logan in ways he never would have with another teammate, offering encouraging words after a bad race, dinners shared between the two in Alex's room or a shoulder to lean on when everything seems impossible. Logan took everything Alex offered with hesitation, but he never denied Alex, a relieved expression on his face when Alex commiserated in their joint misery.

The year moves slowly, points barely within reach for Alex but always further away for Logan. He continues with a smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling and a toothy smile on display. It makes Alex want to keep him close—it's a dangerous thought.

There's a sense of victory in Austin, when Logan gets his first point via two disqualifications. Alex remembers the pride that had bloomed in his chest when Logan got the news, the two sat across from each other on the plane, Logan's foot in between Alex's.

The touches had started small, handshakes and shoulder nudges, the lightest of touches on the small of Logan's back. Alex's mind sings when he gets to brush against the sliver of skin that gets exposed when they're stuck doing media, a strange mix of it being enough and not being enough.

Qatar changes things, shifts them until it's Alex coaxing Logan to drink room temperature water hours after the race had ended. It's Logan, still pale and shaky and so upset with himself that all Alex ca do is hold him while he cries.

"I tried to hard to finish," Logan says tiredly, nose just a bit congested, voice thick and raspy, "They're going to drop me, I know they are."

For the first time in a long while, Alex feels the real terror of losing someone.

:::

The winter break comes and goes, the uncertainty of Logan's career a distant storm threatening to roll in until he signs a one-year extension. It's not enough time, not with the car they're testing, not with the undercurrent of rumors of their team principal sniffing around for a second driver.

Alex tries to keep his head about him, focusing on the Logan he got to experience over the break, the Logan a select few know. He's loud and sweet, sarcastic and annoying—every bit of a younger brother that was never denied love, and Alex had him for those months.

The Williams don't start off well, Logan gets P20 in the opening race and scrapes by with a P15 in the Saudi.

It goes to shit in Australia.

Alex crashes and Logan's without a car, watching from the garage with a hole in his chest as Alex fights like hell but ultimately gets nothing; a sinking reminder that it was all for naught. Logan tries not to blame him, tries to keep the resentment to himself and it works until the resentment turns away from Alex and instead onto his team.

Alex lingers, never fully away, entitled to Logan in ways no one else could be. He's a shadow, a hand on his elbow or back, trying to memorize the give of his body, the way Logan curls up next to him when they're in bed or his steady presence in the garage.

Logan continues to struggle, barely finishing races in the scrap car they gave him. The media gets harsher and harsher, digging under Logan's skin until Alex has to hide his phone away. He gets thinner, gaunt in a way Alex hasn't seen him since Qatar.

Alex tries to keep him, tries to figure out ways to keep Logan beside him in the paddock, his name on the garage beside Alex's—23 and then 2, one beside the other like it has been for the last year and a half.

Miami had been brutal and every race after that forgettable; Silverstone loved Logan enough for him to scrap to P11, nine seconds off of Yuki.

Something like acceptance sinks into Logan before summer break, the few weeks the two spent sequestered away on an island. Its days of laying in the sun, eating to their heart's content and losing themselves within each others body, trying to engrave every inch to memory.

Logan's end comes in Zandvoort, under Dutch rain and on the side of the track. Logan's heart breaks with it, the car smoking and filling his lungs with a dead dream done and dusted.

Alex knows what it means when Logan disappears off the face of the Earth, knows that it could be days or months before he gets a response to the birage of the messages he had sent. In a way, Alex knows that the end of them had happened in those seconds when Logan slammed into the barriers.

Even now, with the humid Miami heat on him two years after Logan crashed, he can still feel the weight of him. He mourns what they were, mourns what they could've been and dreams of what they were.

Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and the scent of Logan's cologne haunts him, the scent no longer existing physically but only in the way a phantom limb exists.

Alex existed long before he met Logan, he can find a way to exist without him again.

[brushedbymelancholy]

sigh. at least i can get more mileage out of last year’s valentines

[23fallencomets]

u can make this a separate short story or a bonus chapter but I need logan being scared off gritty or being chased by gritty

Orange Monstrosity

logan and his fear of the Philadelphia Flyers Mascot, Gritty

Logan hates Philadelphia, not only because the Flyers are annoying to play against, but Gritty—the stupid mascot—has something against him. He tries to remember what he did to the horrifying creature except he comes up blank every time.

“Dude, chill.” Kyle says, sipping his overpriced coffee and smiling everytime Logan looks over his shoulder. Logan turns to glare at him, gripping the strap of his bag tighter as they walk down the halls of the visitor’s side of Xfinity Mobile Arena. Despite the handful of times he’s played here, he’s never been able to adjust to the feeling of being watched.

“Why couldn’t we play the Canadiens,” Logan whines, almost pushing Kyle into the wall when he sees a flash of orange and black, “At least Youppi is cute.”

“Because we played them last week Lo, now can you please hurry up, these halls get creepier and creepier each time we come.” Kyle grumbles, wrapping a hand around Logan’s upper arm and pulling him along.

Even as they make their way to the locker room, their teammates chatter surrounding them, Logan can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

:::

Logan got too comfortable.

The Panthers had pulled through to level the score after almost three periods of back-to-back goals but an absolute beauty of a face off win from Kyle and a top-bar shot from Liam, the Panthers and Flyers were heading to overtime.

With what was basically their PP unit out there, Logan leans forward, trying to get air into his lungs when he feels it—the beady stare of a specific mascot. He looks up and there he is, across the rink and in between the fans, staring.

“What’d you do to Gritty?” Calum asks, his eyes on the play, body tense as he waits for when Kyle will come careening over the wall. Despite being their captain and their leader on power-play goals, their usual game winning scorer is actually Calum.

“Exist.” Is all Logan gets to respond with before the two of them leap over the wall, the puck landing nicely on Logan’s stick. He shoots it to Calum as they all get on-side and it’s the greatest dangle of Calum’s life as the puck is nestled into the back of the net.

4-5, Panthers win.

:::

Logan doesn’t know how it happens, but he gets fucking lost. He’s walked down these halls for years when they play in fucking Philadelphia and he’s lost. He almost can’t believe his bad luck when of course, it gets worse.

He hears the squeaking first and he books it, momentarily grateful that he decided not to wear a suit as the sound of footsteps gets closer.

I hate Philadelphia, I hate Philadelphia, I hate Philadelphia, he thinks as he swings around a corner, somehow ending up in the visitors locker room. He was literally just here, but it’s completely empty now and he turns around, coming face to face with Gritty himself.

“C’mon man.” Logan says, “I just wanna go home.”

Gritty tilts his head, his eyes jiggling and he cringes, his body twitching slightly when Gritty steps forward. Due to the size of the mascot, he takes up the doorway aka, the only exit Logan has.

And listen, Logan is man enough to say that while he didn’t screech, he did scream when Gritty jerks towards him, quick footsteps forward until he’s stood in front of Logan.

This is so fucked, he thinks before staring at Gritty’s orange eyes and fucking shoving him. The sound of squeaking is the only thing he hears as he finally makes it to where they were all supposed to meet up.

Kyle makes a face at him, “Dude, what the fuck? Where’d you go?”

“Doesn’t even fucking matter man, I fucking hate Philadelphia.” Logan mutters, feeling jittery as he onto the bus, Kyle close behind. Even when the bus pulls away and towards the hotel, Logan feels watched and just knows that Gritty will have it out for him again when they come back in a few months.