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#pastel punk tag
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I stay saying this but you canNOT give lgbt criteria based on 'coolness' instead of actually not being cis and straight because this is faggotry,not middle school.I'd rather fw Bluey adults who identify as micro-identities and girlbloggers than any nigga who thinks Rocky Horror Picture Show and Silence of the Lambs are important parts of queer history because the transmisogyny was a part of their times and that being black inherently means you're secretly homophobic even if you don't mean it
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floof-ghostie · 2 months
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I love you black punks, I love you black goths, I love you black metalheads, I love you earthy black people, I love you black gyaru/kawaii, I love you black emos, I love you pastel black people, I love you black alternatives, I love you vintage dressing black people, I love you black people who mash different looks together and have a completely original sense of style, I love you black people who don't adhere to society's stereotypes of how we "ought to be". May everyone who says "black people can't be ___" get stung by a million hornets <33
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jasontoddssuper · 8 months
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The 'teen punks of color and team parent with a thing for the sunshine boy on their squad' duo
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dognonsense · 1 year
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a portrait I did of my sweetheart Luna <3
Shes the prettiest and so nice to me and a cool punk who takes me to punk shows and she takes care of me and wowwowowow girls <33 <3333
dyke for dyke love realness is in this drawing
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astrolotte · 10 months
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when your dad owns a scummy and shady large business but your gf turned you (pastel) punk like 3 months ago so you're not about all that anymore
kind of a doodle kind of a proper piece, who funkin knows. i put too much effort into this. also the shirt is a VIAL shirt i just think u should know that
bonus doodle of the gf in question (Mx. Cassidy Fitzgerald) sorry it's even more pixelly uh. like i said these were supposed to be doodles
both of them are older teens here btw lmaoc
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dead-dog-dont-eat · 9 months
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*literally creates another oc for the 10387720204th time* There. That should be good <- it will never will be >:]
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esotericsurgery · 2 years
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this one's for the girl likers
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micallum · 2 years
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I mean ngl i’d be up for a big fam with arthuro but THE CHAOS
Okay, but picture this: FAMILY GATHERINGS where you have to keep Arthuritos and Charlitos both safe and entertained 💀
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pluto-sims · 10 months
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PRETTY IN PUNK - Pastel Punk Rock Posters
YES i am posting more simlish posters YES i very much hope you're not super bored of me NO i will not stop doing them. ANYWAY a very lovely anon asked if i could do some pastel punk posters, and that sounded like a genius idea, sooooo here we go! as always they're bgc and use purely simlish text. these were really fun to do, so thank you for the suggestion anon!
@maxismatchccworld @emilyccfinds @mmfinds @mmoutfitters
details, full swatch preview and download under the cut >:)
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BGC pastel punk rock music posters
Original poster designs sourced from Freepik, recoloured, edited and Simlish-ified by me
20 swatches (preview below)
Custom thumbnail, correct colour tags and all that jazz
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I think that is it! Like I said, these were super fun to do. I love doing wall art cc, so if anyone ever has any requests/suggestions, please do let me know >:) any issues at all, please lmk, but if not, i hope you enjoy them!
Download: Curseforge / Patreon (both 100% free to everyone, always)
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goodknights · 1 year
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◇♡ pastel ◇X◇ punk ♡◇
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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months
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Love it when people act like Zuko was always a 'fuck the rules' bad boy.Guys,he spent over half the show trying to please his dad and his attitude problems came from a mix of trauma responses and being spoiled-Zuko wasn't a 'rebel' until his redemption arc,he was just a jackass
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birdietrait · 10 months
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🎲birdie's random cas challenge🎲
✿ This challenge is all about mixing different prompts together to get interesting results! 
✿ Sometimes rolls can be redundant or conflict with each other, so if that's the case, just re-roll!
✿ If you don’t roll an occult type in The Main Theme, you are free to choose! I didn’t include human because it’s the default. 
✿ Use the tag #birdie.rcc and tag me so I can see your sims!
Use this to create a new sim, make over a townie, or make over one of your own sims!
Here is a random number generator that may come in handy
Rolls under the cut 🕺
The Main Theme 1-58 (Roll 1-3 times)
Your favorite movie
The forest
Your favorite decade
Cyberpunk
Western
The ocean
The first song in your favorite playlist
A myth/fairy tale
Your favorite TV series
Emo
Goth
Grunge
Punk
Skater
Pastel
Rainbow
Boho
Hippie
Streetwear
Vampire
Alien
Spellcaster
Plant Sim
Werewolf
Fairy
Ghost
Zombie
Mermaid
Horror
Your favorite video game (other than the sims)
Preppy
Retro
Your favorite book
Your star sign
The moon
Apocalyptic 
Fantasy
Medieval 
Winter
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Your favorite flower
Your birthstone
Your favorite cryptid
Sporty
Rocker
Glam
Dark academia
Royalty
The sun
Monochromatic 
Barbie
Bratz
Your favorite color
Primary colors
Prom
An iconic townie (from any sims game)
Details 1-40 (Roll as many times as you like)
Bald
Buzz cut
Short hair
Medium length hair
Long hair
Black hair
Brown hair
Blonde hair
Red hair
White hair
Grey hair
Colorful hair
Warm skin tone 
Neutral skin tone
Cool skin tone
Fantasy skin tone
Blue eyes
Brown eyes
Green eyes
Black eyes
White eyes
Grey eyes
Hazel eyes
Colorful/Fantasy eyes
Freckles
Eye bags
Scars
Body hair
Piercings
A hat
Glasses
No makeup 
Minimal/Neutral makeup
Colorful makeup
No eyebrows
Fangs
Dimples
Gap teeth
Tattoos 
Acne
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jasontoddssuper · 5 months
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@milimeters-morales prev tagged me on this so i made this :]
(Not g*nderbend but trans girl Miles)
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the-kr8tor · 3 months
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imaginn havifn a pretty pink princess room and you come home finding hobie sleepinf on your bed cuddling with like a cute little pink plush 😭😭
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Thank you for the adorable request! 🫶
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, FLUFF.
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Your keys clink as you unlock your front door, you feel your bones ache and your muscles shake from the incredibly tiring day. Entering your home, you finally feel relaxed once the homely scent enters your senses. Toeing off your shoes, you spot a familiar pair of heavy boots right next to your indoor slippers. Tilting your head, you follow Hobie's trail of discarded spider suit.
His socks lay next to his gloves, looking sad on the floor. Leather vest left hanging on the back of your settee, it's the only thing from his suit that looks remotely placed with care. You continue to follow the trail, his necklace and shirt are tangled with each other, you're guessing he had a bit of a fight taking those things off at the same time.
You stop by your bedroom door, his jeans sit by the doorway like some sentient pair of pants waiting for his owner. Creeping inside, you gently open the door to surprise him. The sight has you melting on the spot.
Hobie sleeps soundly on your frilly pink bed, heavy pastel colored blanket covering his entire body up to his nose. His eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he snores softly. Your four foot tall plushie is having the time of its life as Hobie embraces it, his sleeping face squished right on the teddy's fluffy head.
You wish you had a camera on hand to preserve the image. Instead of trying to dig for your old polaroid, you take off your layers as quietly as you can before going under the covers with Hobie and your apparent replacement. Reaching over the soft thing, you could only grasp Hobie's shoulder, thumb caressing softly at his bare skin.
He snorts in his sleep and you silence yourself from almost giggling. With one more snore, he awakens, feeling soft touches on his arm, he lifts his head up to look at you over the big fluffy mountain.
“Hi” you quietly say.
He blinks slowly, with one eye open a smile spreads across his tired face. Wordlessly, Hobie flings the bear away, it thumps softly on your carpeted floor.
“Hey, that's my djungelskog–!” Hobie quiets you down by wrapping you in his arms, your face smooshed right on his chest, his face snuggling the top of your head.
That's one way to shut you up.
He gives you featherlight kisses over the crown of your head, murmuring low. “You both smell the same, but you're a hundred times better than that mass produced bear.”
You hug him back, lifting your leg up to secure him in. Craning your neck up, you face Hobie with a giddy smile.
“Go back to sleep because you're gonna have to pick up your mess after.” he hums in reply.
He slowly kisses down from your forehead to between your eyes then down the tip of your nose until he reaches your lips. Hobie snogs you until you forgot what you were blabbering about. Tapping your back rhythmically, he falls back to sleep after a few minutes of listening to your breathing.
Guess if you can't fight him, join him right? You snooze right after, snuggling closer to him.
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liyawritesss · 9 months
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Characters: Spider-Verse!Hobart “Hobie” Brown [Spider-Punk] x Black!Fem!College!Reader
Type: Drabble
Word Count: 1.4k
Synopsis: Hobie’s got a habit of letting himself into your dorm room. Thankfully, you’ve got your own suite, and tonight isn’t any different.
Warnings: cursing, very very horrible british accent & slang I apologize in advance/please teach me better, brief nudity (he’s taking a shower chill you horndogs), I perceive Hobie to be around 18-19.
A/N: Was listening to a 90’s playlist while writing this so yeah there’s a couple of 90’s songs references in here.
Song Suggestions: “comfortable” by H.E.R., “So Into You” by Tamia, “Brown Skin Lady” by Black Star, “I Wanna Be Down” by Brandy, “Be Happy” by Mary J. Blige
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Hobie can see the pretty lavender color seeping from your window about a block out from your dorm building. It’s the color you use to signify that your window is open for him to come through, and he has to admit, in times like these, he’s glad that the both of you decided on the bright, pastel-like hue that shines from your LED strip lights.
To say the hero was tired as an understatement. His body was screaming for rest; has been for the past week. But one can’t rest in the face of oppression, and Hobie Brown never turned down any action that would cause unease and unrest for the elitist politicians of his society - and neither did Spider-Punk.
Said action was the reason why Hobie hadn’t gotten proper rest or taken care of himself like he knew you’d want him to in the past week. He normally didn’t care for the repercussions his actions would have on himself, always telling himself that it was a risk well worth since it brung him and his people closer and closer to the freedom they desired, no matter how small the steps were.
However, upon meeting you, and subsequently falling for you, and subsequently taking on the label as your partner, he’d come to understand that you just wouldn’t have any of that. Although begrudgingly at first, Hobie began to take your advice and constant nagging on taking care of himself better, but now it had gotten to the point where he simply couldn’t do those mundane tasks of self care without you. Even sleeping became hard without you, or at least, something that reminded him of your presence.
Hence why he was swinging from building to building to reach your dorm hall, because while Hobie wasn’t in the right mind to admit it to himself, he was in need of your love and care, and only you could ease him in the way he needed.
He hangs off the wall as he gazes into your single suite dorm, the muffled melody of Mary J. Blige’s “Be Happy” reverberating through his body. You’re doing a little dance in your desk chair, pretty hair wrapped up in a headscarf, the maroon hoodie you had on swamping your upper body. You had a writing utensil in hand, and with the books opened on your desk, it appeared like you were doing assignments for class. Hobie smiles to himself under his mask, wondering how he ended up with such a smart and intellectual person like yourself.
He has no problem raising up the window and slipping inside, his practiced movements quiet and agile as he pads across your hardwood floors. He pulls the mask from his head, freeing his face and wicks from the stretchy material, taking a deep breath. Your room smells like home, traces of lavender sage trailing in the air, and he can feel the headache that had been plaguing him for the longest finally begin to subside.
Hobie begins to search through your drawers, trying to find the stash of clothes you insisted on him keeping at your place since the first few times he’d crashed there. In the midst of doing so, he feels a pair of arms trail around his midsection, and not long after, your voice floats to his ears.
“I love how you never look in the bottom drawer,” you say with a teasing lilt in your voice, “y’know, where your clothes have always been.”
“Hello to you, too, pretty.”
Hobie allows himself to be shooed off to the shower, as you tell him you’ll worry about getting his clothes and some food together, He can’t resist the lopsided grin that spreads across his lips as he follows your orders. The hot water against his sore muscles and stinging scratches and other injuries feels like heaven, and when he emerges from the bathroom, he smells like it, too. The lavender body wash is his favorite out of your collection, and he chuckles when he sees you’ve got two tall bottles of it stored under your bathroom rink, almost anticipating that he’d use it anyway. He loves how well you know him.
Hobie dresses in the gray sweatpants you left out for him, opting to remain shirtless for the comfort of it. Definitely not to see your flustered face as you walk back in your room to him sitting on the edge of your bed, ready to be taken care of.
When you walk back in, the song on your speaker switches to the easy one-two step tempo of Brandy’s “I Wanna Be Down”, a container of food in one hand and a first aid kit in the other. “Tell me where the knicks are.” You say, setting the food down on your nightstand, and Hobie proceeds to show you the various scratches and bruises on his body that desire your gentle touch and attention.
They’re not so bad, which is surprising considering how wild and reckless Hobie usually is, so you figure some ointment and muscle cream for the soreness will help for the night. Calloused hands hold the container of food that you’ve so graciously warmed up for him, and as he eats, you encourage him to talk about his day.
“Bloody prick wouldn’t shut up,” he grunts after a few bites of food, and you assume the ‘prick’ he’s referring to is one of the members of the local government that, for lack of better words, did not have the support of the younger generation when it came to his reign in office, “wan’ed to knock his head off his shoulders so bad. King dick arsehole.”
You laugh at his choice of words, and it's the best sound he’s heard all week.
He’s done eating faster than what he anticipated and with the food in his system, his body begins to feel more heavy, the exhaustion beginning to seep deep into his bones and become visible on his face. Your heart swells at the sight, his lidded eyes and slight head-nodding to your music more than enough to tell you just how tired Hobie was. 
You take the empty container and place it on your dresser, taking Hobie’s head into your hand and pressing gentle kisses against his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, his lips. He all but relishes in the feeling, each peck of your lips leaving a burst of comfort in his wake, and it causes him to nearly melt in your hold. His large hands make their way up your biker shorts, riding up your thighs into the crevice of where your pelvis and thighs met, and under your hoodie to feel the warmth of your bare skin. You stand in between his legs here, though Hobie decides that this isn’t close enough, and reaches to the back of your thighs to pull you onto his lap.
It quickly becomes addicting, the feeling of your lips on his face and your skin under his hands. It’s not long until you’re laying on your back and Hobie is settled between your legs, his head tucked into the crevice of your neck, his upper body resting almost completely on top of your own. One large hand rests on the curve of your ass, the other is under your hoodie, resting on the side of your ribcage, thumb subtly swiping under the curve of your breast.
Your touch brings him just as much comfort as just the simple skin-to-skin contact he enacts on his own. One hand roams the surface of his back, tracing figures into the dark skin littered with even darker blemishes and scars. The other rests at the nape of his neck, holding him close as you continue your kissing assault on the punk-alt boy. Hobie sighs into your neck when he hears you begin to hum the tune of the new song playing. Even though you’re barely above a whisper, he hears you clearly and the wave of comfort that floods his form is indescribable.
It doesn’t take long before his breaths start to even out, and the weight of his body begins to sink into your own. Pressing one final kiss into the crown of his head as “Brown Skin Lady” begins to fade down into a low hum, thanks to you turning down the volume through your phone. With Hobie fast asleep, it leaves you no choice but to your own slumber. It’s not like you can go back to your homework, after all.
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kairiscorner · 8 months
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what are you... wearing? — hobie brown x reader
request: reader wearing the I ❤️ my bf shirt she wears it w pride too ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️ a/n: and ofc, a hobie ver bc why not (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too &lt;:D)
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you and hobie had pretty opposing aesthetics--for while he usually wore darker colors and more punk-like, bolder clothing; while you were more of the calmer kind, the more pastel and soft kind of aesthetic. though the two of you would always earn unwanted and unsolicited stares from other people you two would pass by, neither of you cared, you two were in love, so what if they wanted to stare? hobie hadn't let that bother him before, he's used to getting stared at, but he was worried about you if you were okay and didn't feel too conscious about these nosy people's stares. you had told hobie before that the stares didn't bother you too much, though you wished other people could just mind their own business.
it had also happened before that people mistakenly thought hobie was your family member or a really close friend, never as your boyfriend. you've had many people approach you and ask you for your number, but you always declined because you already had hobie, but they didn't know that until you cleared it up. it secretly frustrates hobie that not everyone took you two seriously as a couple, hence, you found the perfect solution for that: the very shirt you were wearing with pride as you walked down the sidewalk with him, hand-in-hand. the shirt read: 'i💗 my boyfriend', with a picture of hobie's face in the heart. as other people stared at you two with mixed reactions, you and hobie both smiled widely at them--with hobie also wearing a shirt that read: 'i💗 my partner', with a goofy selfie of you in the heart.
the first time you showed hobie the shirt, he was surprised you put in the effort to put his face inside the heart, with a good picture of him, too. "wow, love, didn't... expect you to have to say it aloud. but y'know what, i love it, i love it more than i love it, if that makes any sense." he says with a flustered chuckle as you giggled with him bashfully. "y'know what, i can't let you hog all the fun." he says as he takes a blank shirt of his and pulls out some spray paints and newspaper clippings. hobie immediately got to work and began to put the same words on his shirt with a few tweaks, designs, and a lot of pictures of you, mainly silly ones you never wanted to upload on your social medias or show to your friends out of fear they might tease you for them, but ones you looked genuinely happy and most beautiful in.
once hobie was done and the paint and glue all dried, you smiled widely out of embarrassment and delight at how adorable the shirt he made that was very you-themed and you-centric; your little compliments had made hobie's smile widen and the fluster in his face get even more obvious as he spoke to you in broken stutters and kept chuckling as you kept giggling and looking up at him with a bright smile. fast forward to now, with you two walking hand-in-hand happily among a crowd of people passing you two by the sidewalks and streets--many of which were staring at you two and whispering, muttering under their breaths how they never would've guessed you two were a couple if not for the shirts--and just enjoying each other's comforting warmth and touch as you two can finally make it known: you're each ther's, nobody else's.
tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @solecitoszn @conitagray
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