Buggin

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what's wrong babe you're barely anything

anyone else thinking about their ocs kissing

lalalala💚

my sim calling Blake just to say this. yeah buddy.. I bet

I dedicated a day for a Danny episode bc I started to feel really bad about how stressed he is 😭 I took him to mourningvale cuz I was kinda hoping Grim would threaten to reap his soul but instead this fucking tree started talking to him. also he took up guitar bc #m has infected me with band au brainworms. Danny in an emo band 🫠🫠

Angelo came over a few days ago and Blake literally. looked at him. AND NOAH THOUGHT IT WAS FUCKING CHEATING so now their relationship is strained and Noah is miserable all the time LMAOOOO 🖕🖕🖕 He's been pinwheeling between crying, yelling at everyone, and getting extremely tense and jealous when Blake's not around 💀💀 their romance meter is still full but their friendship has been tanking so essentially they're hate-fucking now 💗 things are getting canon 💗

plus it was new years eve! so since Noah is mr. celebrity I had him host a house party with the neighbors (sunshu + me and gaby since they haven't met Matt & co yet 🫢) and some of his friends from work. Angelo brought a gift?? randomly?

Danny was immediately attracted to Gaby which was weird but Noah was immediately attracted to ME which was WEIRDER.. stop showing me your muscles you have a boyfriend 😒😒 he literally kept me at the house for hours after the party was over and everyone else had left. and then my sim started jorking it unprompted . on Their couch .I was so disturbed FUCKING KEEP IT TOGETHERR 😭😭😭😭😭😭 talks to Noah for .1 second and immediately whips out dick like come on man 💔

one may notice that Noah's tattoos have changed and that's because I remembered that there's that new custom tattoo mechanic ! so now they're semi-accurate yayyy 🥰💗 (aka cobbled together from gallery creations and shoddily constructed via stencils since my old drawing tablet refused to cooperate)

useless ray of goddamn sunshine

not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping

I just know that when Romeo and Juliet premiered two ye olde girlies in the pit at intermission were like didst thou see the sparks betwixt Tybalt and mercutio… aye and not from their swords alone!

u can count on me to do the wrong thing

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.