#something like

[cherrysmokesaconha]

For some reason, looking at 2004 Tord pictures today is making me crazy. In an affectionate way......... I want that fuckass emo femboy twunk carnally.

[xxkeplerxx]

Should I make my own tag for tumblr

[littlecorpselady]

Despite being his captive for oh so many years or maybe months, you couldn't bring yourself to imagine a life without him.

Without his heavy hand striking you because you had either "had it coming" or just for the sake of slapping you around on a whim. Though there were many more important things you couldn't go without that Bo provided for you, that raw violence was something you'd surely shrivel up and die without.

In times of doubt way too many times did you drop to your knees for him and pleaded for Bo not to leave you. Hands sluggishly grabbing at his work trousers as if it wasnt clear enough already you had his attention, refusing to let go of him as if you'd dissolve into nothing without him. Without his hands on you.

You were sick for sure and yet he'd take it with a grain of salt.

He'd chuckle as he pulled up the stool by the mattress and light up a cigarette, an expensive brand he had most definately stolen from yet another pocket or suitcase off some poor sucker now displayed somewhere in the town. Maybe a convience store or maybe posed shaking a martini in the wax museum.

But it didn't matter all that much did it? Especially not to you as long as you continued to beg at his feet like the dumb mutt you were whilst he smoked and pressed on about what you'd be willing to do next to keep him interested. What kind of degenerate acts youd preform next, how you'd earned your keep?

And so you went on, indulging like it was Halloween night engorging yourself on so many sweets one after another until you felt sick to your stomach.

What a shame it is you've turnt out to be so greedy, engorging yourself on Bo until you were sick and the more sick you became the more you needed him to stay.

He has to stay.

He loves you, doesnt he?

[hermesmoly]

Thinking about immortal Helen smiling after saving Castor and Pollux and helping them become immortal to the eyes of sailors then the Twins asking "So... What will you do next?" "Oh, nothing much, just need to visit the Underworld... to find a very important person..." and they just deadpan say "You mean Menelaus" and she goes DUH. WHO ELSE and then gets her man with a skip in her steps

[vintagesimstress]

Today I learned: that BGC ribbon thingy (the only bgc thing in the head deco category, if I'm not mistaken) does away with any alterations you might've made to your sim's ears. If you clone it, the same curse will apply to your newly made piece.

So... remaking the whole package with something else as a base, I'm afraid? Unless I find a smarter way?

The dumber one may be quicker though 😬

[mossy-of-the-valley]

If only you guys could hear my inner monologue while im drawing

[betweentimeand42]

I always have to do a double take when I see someone refer to Corazon/Donquixote Rosinante as a Celestial Dragon. Because he is (or rather was). But I never think of him as such because… this part of his identity never gets brought up in his storyline as an adult.

And I think about that A LOT. How much did Rosinante know about his origins? Was there ever a moment in his life when he remembered his parents owning slaves and suddenly realized “wow, that was really fucked up?” Or did he justify it to himself by thinking “my parents left that life behind, so THEY weren’t like the others, they were some of the good ones!” And since he was raised by not only a Marine, but the man who became the head of the whole Marine organization, who’s to say Sengoku didn’t downplay the Celestial Dragons’ atrocities, or acknowledge them as a “unfortunate” but still teach Rosinante that they deserve respect?

But… Rosi was what, eight, when Sengoku found him? When he was hung up on a wall over a raging fire and shot at while the people below shouted their grievances towards the Celestial Dragons at him? It’s not like he was too young to understand the things they said. At some point, did he ever look back and reflect on those accusations and think “THAT’S what the Celestial Dragons were doing to these people?!” How, upon finding that out, could he ever rationalize being a Marine- someone whose organization exists in part to protect the Celestial Dragons?

Part of me really wants to tackle Rosinante’s reckoning with his Celestial Dragon upbringing in a fic, but at the same time, I don’t think I could ever come to a conclusion that would satisfy both myself and my readers. So. I’ll just stew silently about it, I guess.