ok. I’m going to say it.
I love ALL eras of boreo/decklikovsky EQUALLY, and I will FIGHT for EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.
Las Vegas era? Brilliant - the inexplicable teenage love and lust for each other (terrifying and amazing) - caring for someone because they’re the only person in the universe who cares for you, getting drunk and high and altogether plastered together because you’re so traumatized and lonely that you don’t know how to bond with people in any different way and hey, you both like it (a little too much in fact) so why not?? It’s DELICIOUS. this part of the book was just written too well to be put down as “unfortunate” or “less than”. It’s so so so sad and raw and angry and vulgar and and and
And you couldn’t even have post-Vegas New York, Antwerp & Amsterdam without it!! Where would the tension, the longing, the shock of seeing your - best friend? ex best friend? The guy you hate so much because you love him even more ??? Where would all of that come from without such a complex, tangled backstory???? There’s no one without the other!!!!!!
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Wrapping gifts and having a lil mental breakdown, as one does this time of year ✌️
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For a while I’ve wanted to like make this blog more personal in the sense of wanting to scream about everything I like not only Eve but I can’t really do that bc this is the Eve Blog tm and people don’t follow it for me they follow it bc of the Eve info I can provide which fair so I decided to make a personal blog where I’ll just ramble, be even more insane, be hornier and just worst that I already am uwu
So yeh uuuhhhh it’s @juiciest-candy or something idk
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now why did none of y’all tell me cale had a girlfriend??? and i had to find out from twitter that he’s ENGAGED????
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I sometimes wonder if other Irish (and Scottish because I see it happen to you lot as well but I can’t speak for your experience) people feel the same sort of gross feeling inside when people turn the Irish language and culture into this kind of weird fantasy land for their own daydreams?
I can’t even fully explain the feeling it’s just… icky?
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Between tumblr live and the market place, I’m starting not to enjoy the tumblr experience.
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Dear Sims 3 team.
Why would you have Ichabod Specter die by electrocution?? He was Olive’s only best friend, the only husband who’s last name she eventually chose to keep, and the only husband and only person in general on her lot that died of natural causes. Him dying of old age is SUCH an important part of his character.
It sorta seemed like they tried to keep his original cause of death because his tombstone does say old age but really couldn’t you actually have his ghost type match? it’s genuienly not that difficult-
The Sims’ strongest elements of storytelling are the little details, the family trees, the memories, the ancestors ghost types, and ignoring little details like this genuinely feels like disregard to their own work.
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literally we’re all here to talk about pixels we find attractive & some of y’all always wanna start shit or find problems where there are none. this is like. supposed to be fun. I’ve taken a step back for the past week or so and it seems like every time I open this damn app there’s just more weird bullshit going on. stop it. I do not get it. who is getting their rocks off to nonsense. give positivity a chance, please.
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So fucking pissed right now.
I dropped the birds off at the vet this morning for a two day stay while a new oven was installed downstairs because the fumes from the factory coating burning off are very toxic to birds especially.
Mind now, there was nothing wrong with the old oven/stove except a burned out timer and some cosmetic old oven grunge. Getting it replaced is a giant waste of money imho.
Well the fucking thing doesn’t fit and now all this extra shit has to be done before it can be installed. Oh and the guys who brought the new one (that doesn’t fit ) broke the oven door taking it back to the truck so now they have to order a new one. 🙃
I was told “next week” for an ETA. That’s it. No day just Next Week.
My birds are already at the vet over an hour away. And now I don’t know when I can bring them home.
I already felt guilty as fuck for boarding them for TWO DAYS because they’ve never been without both of us for more than a few hours at a time.
I’m so angry and I miss my birds and I feel like a fucking monster for sending them away for who-the-fuck-knows how long.
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sometimes my brain gets the beginning lines of a fic and it sprawls into something with spice and sex and feelings.
I just wish it didn’t take so damn long to get a new ao3 account 🫠
(she says with the fic not even being done yet 💀)
anyway, I’ll keep yelling into the void and hoping I one day manage to get any of these swirling fic ideas out of my head
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That feeling when you finish Night Angel Nemesis and see the tag is still dead…
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