#travis selby

[fakeplasticsims]

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Travis [on the phone]: Oh, and one more thing. The fuck’s up with your drop last week? Diego: What about it? Travis: It’s not even half of your normal take. Diego: It’s winter break, school’s closed. Travis: Uh-huh. And that’s my problem how? Diego: It’s not like I normally have access to a couple thousand people in one place. And we just had mid-terms, everybody wanted uppers. Travis: Yeah, see, Diego, the thing is you’re saying a lot of stuff I don’t give a shit about. You owe me a grand. Figure it out. Diego: What the fuck, Travis. Travis: If you can’t handle it, I’ll get Darrius to do it. He was always good, but he might have some trouble on the street once everybody knows he snitched on your pops. Diego: You’re a piece of shit. Travis: [laughs] I know. Darrius: And in the end they were all dead. I waited six scenes for that! Didi: [laughs] You’re kidding! Darrius: I wish I was. It was the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen. Didi: I’ll be skipping that one then. Darrius: Wise choice. Very wise. Didi: Oh, Diego! Before you go... Diego: What’s up, Mrs. Prince? Didi: Have you heard from Shauna lately? I’ve been calling her to check in, but she hasn’t picked up. I talk to Izzy so I know she’s fine, but I’m just... wondering how she’s doing. Diego: Ohh... uh... sorry, I haven’t really been talking to her since she left. I’m sure she’s having a good time, whatever she’s doing. Didi: Right. Of course. Thank you. [sighs] Darrius: Hey. Diego’s right, she’s probably raising hell all over the desert. Calling mom would cramp her style. Didi: I know, I know. I just wish she’d talk to me.

[Diego’s text messages from Shauna] - DIEGo - digeo - diego - dont tell echo butur my bff - ive had liek 6 of thse lol - im glad yo dont have rtibal tattos i like your tatoos theyre cooool [Diego responding] - Enjoy your alcohol poisoning. - lol - WTF. Stop being an asshole and call your mom!

[tenshi-no-baby-blog]

Tfw you are so completely in love for the first time ever 💕

His warm breath on your face when you're wrapped in each others arms, his tight embrace slowly loosening as he drifts to sleep then gradually increasing in strength whenever he comes to again. His eyes softening, gleaming and sparkling when he looks at you with love and tenderness. His gentle nature. His sweet laughter and silly oversized smile when you tease one another. His face beaming with pride when he gets to show you off. His heart full for the very first time knowing he's loved in a way in which he's never been before. Everything's in it's right place. I'm so in love. We're so in love.

@ wrongfuldesu Happy one year baby! 💖

[fakeplasticsims]

my baby’s got a fucked up head doesn’t matter ‘cause he’s so damn good in bed yeah, he’s still my baby yeah, he’s fucking crazy but he’s still my baby

[fakeplasticsims]

it’s date night

I just wanna see how beautiful you are you know that I see it, I know you’re a star where you go I follow, no matter how far if life is a movie, then you’re the best part

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[fakeplasticsims]

it’s so hard to keep this smile from my face losing control, yeah, I’m all over the place

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Travis: Fuck, Nate... I have dead guys because of you. One of ‘em just asked his girl to marry him, he was so fucking happy. Great guy, knew his shit. Now he’s dead and his girl’s heartbroken. All because you got greedy, Nate. I know you’re too fucking dumb to have thought this up on your own, so fill me in, Nate: who were you gonna sell the drop to? Angelo: He’s not gonna say shit, Travis. Look at him. Travis: Nah, he’ll spill. Won’t you, Nate? How many fingers you got left, bud? Nate: O-okay, okay! But you’re never gonna believe me. Travis: Let’s try it and see. Nate: It... it was Higa. Travis: Diego?! Nate: Who? No, Ken! Ken Higa! Travis: Shit, Nate. You were right. I don’t believe you. [phone ringing] Nate: I’m telling the truth! He’s in prison, but-- Travis: Hold that thought. I gotta take this. Travis: Hey beautiful. Henri [on the phone]: [laughs] Hey yourself. I’m not interrupting you, am I? Travis: Of course not. You know I’ve always got time for you. I had fun last night, by the way. Henri: That’s actually what I was calling about. Travis: Uh oh. Henri: How’s your cooking? Travis: I make a great Oodles of Noodles. It’d blow your fucking mind. Henri: [laughs] Sooooo, we’ve had a few dates out now... how about a date in? We’ll cook dinner, watch a movie... hang out? Travis: Is that what they’re calling it these days? Henri: [laughs] My place, eight, Friday night? Travis: You got it, beautiful. Anything I need to bring? Henri: No, I’ve got it. How about you let me take care of you for once? Have a good night, Travis. Travis: ‘Night, Henri. Travis: Sorry about that. Now, Nate, buddy-- where were we?

[fakeplasticsims]

“It’s a date.”

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Lot by @soulsistersims

[fakeplasticsims]

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Henri: I had a really good time tonight. Travis: Me too. I’ve never seen anybody knock back appletinis like that. Henri: [laughs] Well, I may have been a little nervous. Travis: You were nervous? Weren’t you the one who pretty much demanded that I take you out? Henri: I haven’t exactly… had the best luck in dating. Travis: No way. I don’t believe that for a second. Who would be dumb enough to fuck up with you? Henri: [chuckles] You’d be surprised. You’re a good guy, right? [shared breathing] Travis: I’m not exactly a saint, but I’ll do my best. Henri: That’s all I really want. Travis: Do you also want to invite me inside? Henri: [laughs] Not tonight. I think I’m a few too many appletinis deep for that. Besides, what are we going to do for our second date? Travis: Guess I’ll have to call you and find out. Henri: You’d better. Travis: [texting Val “You up?”] … fuck it.

[fakeplasticsims]

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Henri: Travis! You actually came! Travis: I wasn’t going to turn down free pie. Henri: [laughs] It’s not free. You already put in the work for it. Henri: Take a seat anywhere you like. Can I get you a coffee to start? Travis: Sure. Just black is fine. Henri: One Johnny Cash for the mechanic who saved my skin. Travis: Thanks. Henri: So, let’s talk pie. Wait, wait, let me guess. You look like a… lemon meringue sort of man. Travis: [chuckles] I actually hate lemon. Henri: [laughs] Oh no! Travis: You need to work on your gimmick. Henri: Okay, maybe I’m not great at reading people, but I am a great baker. Henri: I bet you’d like my lemon meringue. Travis: I’ll give it a shot, but try not to get your feelings hurt when I hate it. Henri: We’ll see. I’ll even bring you a slice of something you already like so you have a backup. What’s your poison? Travis: [smirking] Cherry. Henri: One cherry and one delicious lemon meringue, coming right up.