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trey: kids toys now are so much cooler than they used to be
trey: programmable robots and rc drones that don't break after half an hour or air time?
trey: i shouldn't be this jealous of my little brother
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imssg × tba.
trey: kids toys now are so much cooler than they used to be
trey: programmable robots and rc drones that don't break after half an hour or air time?
trey: i shouldn't be this jealous of my little brother
there was always going to be familiarity for abel, when it came to rowan. the closest version to a personified definition of the word ‘ home. ’ he’d never bother trying to find it elsewhere, amongst another, because it’d always end in failure. but it would have been foolish, and maybe even a bit insulting, to assume that everything would fall back into place from a small conversation between the walls of a strip club. the right end of his mouth shifted into a smile, in lieu of his own greeting, head following with a tip to the right. “ yeah, i’m always good with a mcdonalds run. ” abel wasn’t quite sure if he was meant to do anything more outlandish, if he was supposed to polish up every action he made to give in to the train of thought that he’d changed. ( for the better, he had to remind. ) or if he could skip out on door opening and offering up to take her bag, and the message would still manage to be translated.
ultimately, he went for the latter. abel couldn’t have even been sure himself if he wanted something more from this, if he wanted to drag rowan into a part two for their story, or if it all just was a short stint of loneliness draped over his shoulders. and the last thing he’d want was to extend an implication he couldn’t commit to. the car was started as soon as he was in the driver’s seat, fingers coiling around the steering wheel in practiced manner. “ you sure you just want a sausage mcmuffin. not the whole nine yards? ‘cause i swear to god, i’m not sharing a single piece of food with you. ” @sickcning
New Orleans Saints’ safety Lincoln Wolfe spotted with mystery blonde at Lakers game ─ Feb 12, 2017.
( * @sickcning )
eyes watch the female as she sits beside him. this was a conversation he didn't want to have at any time but she just had to have it now. licking his lips, the male sighs. ❝ well if you must know i've been avoiding you... ––– is that clear enough of an explanation for you? 'cause if not i don't know what else to offer you. ❞
TOBY: did you know that crayons melt in the dryer TOBY: cuz i just learned that the hard way TOBY: fuckin molten wax e v e r y w h e r e
× @sickcning
@sickcning arguably enough time for the day had been spent with abel sat in the same black chair, the heel of his left foot propped up against the edge of the seat and cushions practically molded around his every muscle. but he had yet to collect the will to leave. the holistic side of music had always been his favorite ; more therapeutic than any conversation he could withhold. ( admittedly faulty on his own end and the constant miscommunication between brain and tongue, but that was beside the point. ) his right foot was flat against the floor, occasionally pressing into the wood to swivel the chair in quick, brief increments like a rocking crib. the introductory chords of a song played through the speakers, his thought too focused on the vocals that followed six seconds in to really have noticed anything ─ even the faint whine of an opening door.
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