#tafari

[simthorium]

"Luna!" Tafari said, pulling his daughter into a hug. "What a nice surprise!" "I wanted to see your new digs, old man," Luna said. "It's pretty dope in here, did you hire an interior designer?"

The two sat on the couches in the living room. Tafari couldn't help but stare at his daughter's face. "I still can't believe you're a vampire," he said, tossing his arms in the air. "You really can't go outside during the day? Isn't it boring?" "Quite the opposite," Luna said with a laugh. "Nightlife Downtown is sick, and keeps me busy. Besides, I love having such a killer porcelain complexion."

"As long as you're happy," said Tafari. "Are you happy, dad?" Luna asked with a shrug. "I know things have been hard since you and mom split up. I just wanna make sure you're ok, you know?" "I'm...getting there," Tafari said after a while. "Your mother and I had been growing apart for quite some time. It was the right thing to do, and I think eventually I'll be happy again. Just have to give it some time."

"I feel you, pops," Luna said. "For what it's worth, I'm happy for you. And I think you're better off." "Thanks, kid," said Tafari. Luna stood up, feigning as if she was going to hug her dad. Instead, she BLEHH'd him. "AAAAH!" Tafari shouted. "Jesus, man, you're gonna give me a heart attack." "Sorry, couldn't help it."

Luna hung out for a bit more, before hugging her dad (for real this time) as she turned to leave. "I love you, old man," she said. "Love you too, kid," said Tafari. "Hey, could you turn into a bat? I think that would be so cool." "Ew, no, bats are gross," said Luna. "I mean, technically yes, I can. But will I? Do you even know me at all, dad?"

[simthorium]

The older cousins in generation 6 were getting up there in age, and a few of them decided it would be easier and cheaper to move to a retirement community in the last years of elderhood. The Pleasantview Retirement Community was new and chic, and the family was ready for this next chapter.

"I want the one in the front!" Gray exclaimed. "Babe, we already signed for the one in the back," Yasmine called. "You're always changing your mind." "Hasn't changed in 80 years," Riley said with a laugh. "Very funny, seeing as I'm the youngest one here," said Gray.

Gray and Yasmine settled into their new home with ease, enjoying the spacious living quarters.

Yasmine quickly started decorating the new place with plants and flowers, focusing on making beautiful bouquets. Gray, who was determined to be the cool, young, and spry cousin, took to working out in the living room.

Riley and Komei's home quickly filled with the smell of pancakes. Komei had put on a few pounds over the past few years, but he didn't mind. He just loved pancakes too much.

"I never understood this game, you know," Komei admitted later that afternoon as he played chess with his wife. "I know you don't, dear," said Riley. "That's why I like playing with you."

Meanwhile, Tafari moved into his own place alone. After years of turmoil and grief, his marriage to his high school sweetheart Sarah Jane had finally ended. It'd actually been his idea to move into the retirement community, as he'd given up the house to his ex-wife in the divorce, and he wanted to still be close to his family. He hadn't lived alone his entire adult life, and filled his new home with tons of arcade machines to pass the time.

Riley was Tafari's most immediate neighbor, and she made it a habit to visit him every night. They never really talked about the divorce; they didn't need to.

It meant a lot to Tafari that after everything, his family still had his back.

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redenzione. io so dove sono ma per davvero. è ok sbagliare se sai subito salire sulle spalle dei tuoi errori. fanculo il resto. da quando ho lasciato andare quella parte di me che opponeva resistenza alla mia vita sto costruendo una rete cosi sana. fa male quel vuoto ma è giusto che sia lo stimolo x lavorare sul resto. quello è essere forti, non focalizzarsi su quello che vuoi più di tutto ma curare quello che sta intorno senza la previsione. parole poi, fanculo live it up. e poi tutto il concetto del do or die che prima leggevo nel senso dell’agire x sbloccare il meccanismo mentale ha un altro significato nella prospettiva del survival, è benzina tagliata ancora più raw. unica immagine che mi viene in mente x descrivere sta sensazione. FLYEST.

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New art of my hubby's and I's Ponyfinder duet game characters. I'm getting the hang of doing 2 people in one scene and it's great! Ones an older one the other 3 are newer. I've probably posted the old one before too... But y'all get it again as a set.

[simthorium]

Sarah Jane had gotten so swept up in right-wing blogs and online presences as an elder. Now that she was retired, she had a lot of free time, and spent most of it perusing very hateful and spammy online spaces. 

“Hey babe,” Tafari said, entering their bedroom. “You wanna go out to dinner? I was thinking we could try that new Italian place downtown?” Sarah Jane ignored him, or perhaps didn’t even hear anything he said. She was cackling at something on her computer screen, clearly totally enraptured in whatever she was looking at.

Tafari sighed and stretched his arms, unsure of what to say next. “Um,” he muttered. “SJ? Did you hear what I said?” “What?” Sarah Jane snapped back. “I just wanted to know if you want to go out to dinner tonight,” said Tafari.  “I’m busy,” Sarah Jane scoffed.

“The thing is, Sarah Jane, you’re always busy,” Tafari said, throwing his hands up in frustration. “You’re always on your computer, or your phone, in a thousand different Facebook groups and chats and forums. It’s becoming unhealthy!” Sarah Jane stood up and spun around, indignant.

“You know what’s unhealthy?” Sarah Jane said, pointing her finger at him. “This attitude. Telling me what I can or can’t do? Who do you think you are?” Tafari shook his head. “I’m your husband,” he said. “I’m telling you this because I care about you, and it’s hurting our family. Don’t you care about that?” “Oh please, don’t flip this on me,” Sarah Jane spat. “You know what, whatever. I’m going to bed.”

Sarah Jane changed into her pajamas before getting into bed. Tafari moved to join her, but she swatted him away. “Sleep on the couch,” she muttered, turning in. “SJ!” Tafari exclaimed. “Are you serious?!” “Does it sound like I’m joking?” Sarah Jane said.

Tafari watched as his wife got into their bed, alone. He shook his head, unable to think of what to do or say next. With a heavy sigh, he walked out of the room and into the living room.

Tafari thought long and hard about what was going on. He wasn’t losing his wife; he’d already lost her. Sarah Jane had started to succumb to hateful online rhetoric for years, and he’d watched her suffer without doing anything. He scowled as he thought about the numerous fights he’d had with his twin sister Kamaria, who’d stood up for her daughter when Sarah Jane attacked Shea for being gay. He felt pressure in his stomach as he remembered siding with his wife over his sister, at the time thinking it was the right thing to do. And now, his wife wouldn’t even let him in their bed.

Tafari let out another deep sigh as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He tried not to think about how wrong he’d gotten this whole situation, instead focusing on getting some rest so he could wake up tomorrow with a plan.

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[simthorium]

Tafari and Sarah Jane were sitting out on their patio, enjoying the summer air together. He knew he’d have to bring up a tough subject with his wife, but wasn’t sure how.  “Shea’s premiere was really great,” he started. “The movie was fantastic. And Luna had a good time.” “I’m glad she enjoyed herself,” Sarah Jane said.

“I wish you’d been there with us,” Tafari said. Sarah Jane scoffed and threw her hands up in the air. “Why?” she asked. “You know I don’t support that.” “Support what?” Tafari asked. “Your niece?” “You really want to start a fight with me while we’re having a nice day?” Sarah Jane exclaimed. “We do not support homosexuality in this household, you know that. You should be grateful I even allowed the two of you to attend in the first place.”

“SJ, are you serious right now?” Tafari said. “Do you hear yourself? ‘We don’t support homosexuality’? That’s such a bigoted view to have. And you didn’t ‘allow’ me to do anything. I’m a grown man.” “I don’t understand how I’m the bad guy when it was your own twin sister who said she’d cut off all contact with you,” Sarah Jane spat. “And now because I don’t attend a movie, you’re upset.” “That’s so disingenuous,” he said. “That’s not what this conversation is about at all. You saying these things about Shea is wrong.”

“Fine, we won’t talk about it anymore,” Sarah Jane said, standing up to leave. "Since you like succumbing to ultimatums so much, that should be no problem for you.” “SJ, we can’t just--” Before he could finish, Sarah Jane was gone.

[simthorium]

At long last, the big night had come. It was the premiere of Shea’s first movie, The Magic Princess. The Sim City Cinema was illuminated and the crowds for the movie were huge. Shea was incredibly nervous but mostly excited.

“Hey, kid!” Amar said, pushing through the crowd to get to his daughter. “Do you know how many people we had to shove to get up here?” Kamaria said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t wanna use my influence as mayor to get me to the front, but come on.” “What she means is, we’re so excited for you and beyond proud of you,” Amar said with a laugh.

“Right!” said Kamaria, pulling Shea into a hug. “Yes, that exactly. We are so happy for you, baby! I can’t wait to see it, it’s already my favorite movie ever.” “Aww, thanks you guys,” Shea said with a laugh. “I love you. I’m so glad you’re here.” “We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” said Amar.

“Shea!” Luna called, pushing to the front as well. “Oh my god, congratulations! This is stunning, I can’t believe you’re like a real life celebrity!” “Thanks,” Shea said, hugging her cousin. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“To a movie premiere!?” Luna exclaimed. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world! Any chance to dress up, obviously.” “Right,” Shea said with a laugh. “You look great, by the way.” “So do you!” said Luna. “You must have a really great tailor, that suit looks incredible on you. You’re so brave!” Shea nodded, not wanting to unpack that last comment.  “Hey Shea!” Tafari said, the last one to push through the crowd. “We’re so happy for you, thanks for inviting us!” “For sure,” Shea said. She was starting to feel overwhelmed. Just in time, the director of the movie Martin began ushering everyone into the theater.

Shea bounced her leg up and down nervously as they sat in the theater. It was only the previews, but she was still so anxious. Kamaria gently held her hand, which helped to soothe her nerves a bit. “It’s going to be amazing,” Kamaria whispered. “Thanks, mom,” said Shea.

“Anybody want popcorn?” Amar asked from the end of the aisle. “Sweetheart, it’s way too late for popcorn,” said Kamaria. “Shhhh, it’s starting!” Shea said when the opening credits appeared.

In the back of the theater were a bunch of journalists and publicists who had been scribbling notes and reviews the entire movie. Shea tried not to pay them any mind, but it made her feel even more anxious. She hoped it got good reviews, especially if she wanted to continue being an actor.

Nearly two hours later, the end credits rolled. Shea squeezed her eyes shut, waiting. Then, the theater exploded in thunderous applause! Everyone stood on their feet, cheering for the film. Shea opened her eyes to a standing ovation, almost unable to believe what she was seeing. Her mom helped her up to her feet and she looked around in awe. The anxiety seemed to melt away as the applause continued. It was clear that Shea was nothing short of a star.