#sim: patrick

[hikiclawd]

uagh Patrick ... loml...

#mysims #mysims (game) #mysims agents #sim: patrick #sim: violet #patrick rhino #my art #art #digital art #artwork #sorry i havent posted art in a while im not really feeling it #but i wanted to share patrick #cuz a month ago i was explaining #my insane patwin (patrick/edwin) lore #and then drew these a while after #minus the last picture thats an old doodle of younger patrick #who else loves him ? (crickets chirp) #i like to think he was friends with ivy whenever he visited the town to do like truck deliverys.. #so he knew violet n poppy #and practically helped raise them when he moved to the town permanently

[linettefox]

Always drama in the ice cream shop.

The nightlife is flourishing in Milky Way town.

#mysims game #mysims #mysims screenshots #sim: clara #sim: patrick #sim: rhonda #roxie road #chef gino #dj candy #sim: travis #sim: sandra #mysims oc

[prettygirls0nly]

Possessive - Patrick Hockstetter

Word count = 1033

• You became friends with the Bowers Gang over the summer.

• All of your friends and classmates were out of town, except, of course, the 4 boys that made the Bowers Gang. So after a couple of really boring days, you came up to them and started a conversation.  

• You were surprised to find out that after what seemed like an endless amount of weird and sexual comments they could have a normal conversation.

• The first person to warm up to you was Henry. He asked you questions about yourself and invited you to come along with them to Quarry (with the disapproving faces of his friends, of course.)

• After that day, the guys picked you up every day to bring you with them to party's or to just drive around town. Everyone seemed to be happy with the new company, except Patrick...

• You didn't talk a lot and opted to stay quiet when you were together in the backseat of Belch's car. But, when one late and drunk night you got left alone with him in a room for whatever reason, a conversation sparked between the two of you. You talked for what seemed like hours and a friendship has existed ever since that day.

• The last couple of weeks of maybe the best summer of your life flew by in what seemed like seconds.

• You were a little sad. Not only did school start again, but your friendship would probably be forgotten and you'd have to go back to your old friends.

•  But when the first day of school, the familiar blue Trans Am pulled into your driveway, you knew that this school year was going to be much different than the ones before.

• Your friendship stayed the same and lucky for you, you even shared some classes with The guys. Math, History, and English with Henry, and Chemistry with Patrick.

• Because you shared so many classes with Henry, you two grew closer. You did homework and projects together and you tutored him for Math.

• Although you spent a lot of time with Henry, you still made time for time for the others. After school, you hung out with them all at the Quarry, and every night Patrick knocked on your bedroom window. The two of you talked, and talked, and talked, for hours. And one night you both fell asleep on your bed.

• The morning after was also the moment Patrick realized that he had a crush on you. You just looked so cute. Laying there with your eyes closed, your pink lips slightly parted, and your face only inches away from his. It took him everything to not press his lips to yours, but he was a good boy and quietly climbed out of your window.

• After that morning, Patrick felt a strike of jealousy hit him every time he saw Henry put an arm around you or just touched you. Every time he saw it he just wanted to rip you out of his touch and kiss you right in front of them and show them you were his, and only his.

• So when one day he sees Henry put his arm around your waist and push you to him, he couldn't contain himself anymore. He practically ran to his friend and wrapped his hands around your arm before pulling you away from Henry.

- "What the fuck?" Henry cursed as he looked at his friend with a bitter look. Patrick, however, chooses to ignore his friend and let his eyes settle on your figure that now stood in his arms. As his eyes looked at you, you couldn't help but blush. His stare was so intense and so hungry...

"Don't let him put a finger on you again, I'm the only one that gets to touch you."

• That day after you left, Patrick shouted some words and threats at Henry and made sure that after today he'd be the only one that got touch you.

• Not long after that day Patrick gathered all his courage and went up to you.

- "Hey, Patrick!" You exclaim as Patrick climbs through your bedroom window.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." Patrick nervously scratches the back of his head and sits down on your desk chair. You sigh and quickly follow behind him before sitting down on his lap.

"If this is about Henry. He hasn't even looked at me for the last couple of days." Normally those words would've brought a smile to his face, but he was to focused on keeping down the whimper that threatened to leave his lips as he felt parts of you rubbing against him that he had never felt before. "Patrick?" You say and put a hand on his cheek. "You still there?" Patrick snapped out of his trance and looked at you. God, why did you need to look so beautiful?

"Y-yeah, I just need to tell you something." You nod and Patrick takes a final breath. "I like you, Y/N. And I want you to be mine."

You smile as you listened to his words. You already knew he liked, you were kinda just waiting for him to confess. And now that you hear his slightly nervous confession, you can't help but feel a little happy. As you thought about your answer, Patrick looked at you with nervous eyes. Did he just fuck it up?

After a couple of seconds, you looked into his eyes and cupped his cheeks. "I think I'd like to be yours, Patrick." As you finish your sentence you lean and let your lips collide in a gentle kiss.

#bowers gang #bowers gang imagines #bowers gang x reader #belch huggins #reggie huggins #belch huggins x reader #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers imagines #it 2017 #patrick hockstetter #patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter imagines #victor criss #victor criss x reader #victor criss imagines #owen teague #nicholas hamilton #jake sim #logan thompson #bowers gang preferences

[clown-eating-pig]

Jmart is just like squidbob but if squidward was the main character and spongebob had parental issues and suicidal depression

#tma #the magnus archives #jmart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #teaholding #jonmartin #i love making connections and finding patterns and being five years old #also squidward would be the one with the holes in this specific scenario i suppose #and patrick is hiding his traumatic past behind jokes and flower patterned clothing #and sandy is dead #and oh my god mr krabs...... #actually craxking myself up really badly thinking about a tmaxspongebob au i think im gonna sleep

[budgie2budgie]

patrick

#sims 4 #ts4 sims #patrick's life

[applesaucesims]

After the twins had been put to bed, and all the guests had arrived, it was finally time for everyone to gather around the birthday cake Emma had baked earlier that day. Louis could hardly wait to blow out the candles and have the family around celebrating him.

Dressed in his best little party suit, Louis climbed atop the chair at the end of the dining table, where the cake was placed. He was determined to blow out the candles all by himself this time.

For Louis, entering childhood started with putting on the new sailor suit his grandparents had bought for him and showing it off. Soon he was running around the house, ready to fight pirates and hang out with mermaids. Although, he was soon called over to eat cake with the rest of the family, which, of course, he could not say not to.

#ts4 decades challenge #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #1930s #louis mcgregor #emma jones #niall mcgregor #judy o'reilly #edward darwin jones #maureen baker #kenneth jones #linda mcgregor #patrick o'reilly

[elderberries-and-honey]

Lawrence and Winifred buried their daughter as soon as the snow melted enough for the ground to thaw.

The McAdams - Valerie, Jackson and his wife, Louise, their son Patrick and his wife, Clara - and Beth joined them at a cemetery near the river.

The Father gave Florence's eulogy and silence fell over everyone as he spoke from memory passage Job 1:21, the words far too appropriate for the loss of young life.

Lawrence and Winifred both took dirt in their palms, throwing it over the small casket that laid within the ground until Winifred couldn't take it anymore.

Unable to look any longer, Winifred turned away and clung to her husband with desperation. By the time the undertaker came over to finish the burial, both were uncertain which of them was even holding the other up.

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,     and naked I will depart. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away;     may the name of the Lord be praised.” — Job 1:21

next / previous / first

#tw child death #tw child loss #tw grief #tw religion #ts4 decades challenge #ts4 historical #sims 4 historical #sims 4 storytelling #sims 4 decades challenge #the baudelaire legacy #winifred baudelaire #lawrence baudelaire #florence baudelaire #1890 #beth herbert #valerie mcadams #jackson mcadams #louise mcadams #patrick mcadams #clara mcadams #oscar baudelaire

[starstruckvega]

Listen, listen to me. looke at me in my face. i need to lick him ok, he is so babygirl. i know he killed so many people but look at me, listen. listen to me. hw is. hes so baby. goel. i need you to understand

#starspeak #/silly dw im just being so normal rn #danny johnson #jonathon sims #ghostface #michael meyers #alucard #muzan #mahito #shigaraki tomura #sukuna #emh habit #observer #patrick mla0 #jeff the killer #listen i got a lot of deranged f/os let me BE

[anamoon63]

Pat, in his old hairstyle, and some photos of the nocturnal scenery outside his apartment on Embarcadero Drive.

#the sims 3 #the sims 3 gameplay #ts3 #ts3 gameplay #sims 3 stories #sims 3 simblr #bridgeport #patrick orbison #random sims 3 pics #los sims de ana #anamoon63 sims

[simmedaway]

Walking In A Winter Wonderland

"Keep up, CeCe! Haze isn't waiting around today." Patrick shouted over the wind, with a sly smile. His statement is met from an eyeroll from his girlfriend, Cecily. She always hated being called CeCe. Or at least, she acted like it. Truthfully, she got butterflies when it was Patrick saying it.

Cecily gave Bertie a little squeeze with her calves; the Morgan x draft cross didn't have quite the leggy build of Patrick's giant warmblood mare. "Alternatively, you could try to keep your mare from running away with you." As if on cue, Haze let out a loud snort and tossed her head. The mare's favorite speed was a gallop, so she was protesting the idea of a calm, winter hack. The duo kept up their playful bickering throughout their ride.

The holiday season lends itself to reflection on those important to you. Cecily and Patrick fatefully met at a Pony Club camp as kids. Their relationship weathered the years, until they realized there was no one else they'd rather spend their lives with. A smile from Cecily reminded Patrick of that future that would be starting soon. Today may not be the day, the snow was heavier than Patrick was hoping for, but Patrick knew the ring in his pocket wouldn't stay a secret for long. For now, he would enjoy how a snow day with your best friend, is a wonderland.

Cecily Dunder on Hunting's Bertie and Patrick Shaun Carolan on CT Hazmat, in collaboration with @sycstud for Equiality-Sims' Holiday Bingo

#patrick shaun carolan #cecily dunder #equiality sims #sims 3 horses #sims #sims 3 #ts3 #sims oc #simmer #equus sims #simblr #the sims 3 #the sims #ct hazmat #hunting's bertie

[papermint-airplane]

Happy St. Patrick's Day to all my leprechaun mutuals!!! Just for fun, let's do a cute lil meme where you tag the location of your gold. 😊

#ramblings #not sims related #st. patricks day #🌈🍀 #worth a try

[rudhira]

Poor Kevin caught on fire, and sadly didn't make it. Ashley and Patrick don't seem too bothered.

#sims 2 #rudhira plays sims #kevin beare #patrick teens #ashley pitts

[makeyoumine69]

"Did you know I'm utterly insane?"

Okay, the Sims 4 clip with Patty is here :D

WickedWhims animations by amazing GreyNaya and Error404.

Full version is here.

#patrick bateman #american psycho #patrick bateman x reader #christian bale #the sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #slashers x reader #my inspiration

[prettygirls0nly]

Predictable - Henry Bowers

Word count = 939

"That is such bullshit. When I'm sticking it to a girl, I want her moaning as loud as possible."

"Well..." you sighed. "Have you ever really done it?"

Oh. It was almost scary how easily you saw right through him. Even for a guy like Henry who doesn't exactly have a hundred layers to peel back, you were fast.

"What are you talking about, God- yes, of course, I'm not a fucking loser." He spat out, his cheeks flushing when he finished. Henry had never really been the best liar, but speaking the truth would've taken much more courage than what he had left within him.

"Hmm." You weren't buying a second of it.

And he felt so damn ashamed. Was he really that fucking transparent?

After a short silence, Henry grabbed his drink and downed what was left of it. Feeling the quiet buzzing of heat streaming up to his cheeks, whispering courage into his veins.

"...I- I want to."

"Hmm." This time it felt more comforting. "It's nice," you said while smiling.

He thought about what you said for a second. Let his mind wander to all the places you may have been, to all the people you have been with, to all the ways you've done it. It made him happy, made him warm to his chest. Wherever, whoever, however, it made him happy that in whatever way it was, you enjoyed yourself.

You sighed while playing with the lacey hem of your dress, one, two, three cheap beers into the night you had slipped into a blissful state, just enjoying the moment of you and Henry alone in your living room. Sometimes, even though he was a year older than you, Henry would remind you of the guys of your past. So boyish, so crass, and completely clueless. You pitied him because of it sometimes, who was there for him to teach him what it meant to be a man? Who was there to teach him about life? Who was there to teach him how to treat a girl?

"You want another beer?" He asked, breaking the silence that had settled in.

"Yea sure." You smiled, watching him as he headed for your kitchen. You always found it quite charming how Henry could walk into any place and move around like he owned the damn place.

While in the kitchen Henry took a moment to light a cigarette, slowly inhaling the smoke as his thoughts raced. He felt so bare, wondered what other things you knew by just looking at him, wished he could ask you: "Am I really that predictable?". He wondered why it even mattered, nothing was supposed to matter.

He grabbed a few more beers from the fridge and walked back over to the living room with the cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. God... He loved the way you looked tonight. The white lacey babydoll dress that loosely sprawled out over your thighs was his favorite, made you look like an angel. The whole night he had almost been scared to look at you, just talking and talking hoping it would distract you from the fact that he was flustered from just being around you.

"You know damn well my parents don't want cigarettes inside the house." You said, hoisting yourself up onto your knees on the couch and reaching up to grab Henry's cigarette from his lips.

Henry smiled, "Your way too much of a goody two shoes, you know that.".

You rolled your eyes and dropped the cigarette into an empty beer can. "Well maybe I like being a good girl, not everyone can be like you."

"Yeah, I'm glad you're nothing like me." Henry sat down on the couch, cracking open his beer before taking a large gulp. It was true, he loved all the ways in which you were opposite of him, loved all the ways in which you were starting to rub off on him.

You moved closer to Henry grabbing the beer from his hands and taking a sip. "Well, we're more alike than you'd think."

You weren't far away from him now, with your body completely turned towards him and your knee brushing against the side of his thigh, Henry wondered if you knew just how nervous you made him. With wide eyes, he looked at you, tentatively anticipating whatever word you would say next. Secretly hoping that you would say nothing at all and simply lean in.

"I want approval just as much as you do, I want- no need someone to look at me and say that I'm worth all the heartache and stress."

Henry thinks of how brave you are, saying something like that, laying something vulnerable like that out in the open. He thinks of how honored he feels, how special he feels in this moment, how connected he feels to you. Yet his body betrays him, there's not enough power in him that can muster the courage to say to you all the things he wants to say to you. He simply looks at you, swallowing hard as his hands reach forward and cup the back of your head, enjoying the way your eyes slip close at the sensation of his skin against yours. He takes another second, making sure to take in every detail of this moment before leaning in and finally connecting his lips to yours. Vulnerable and fragile, the moment plays out, there's no movement, no frantic fighting of tongues, just lips to lips, savoring all the ways your bodies react to this moment.

#bowers gang #bowers gang imagines #bowers gang x reader #belch huggins #reggie huggins #belch huggins x reader #henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers imagines #it 2017 #patrick hockstetter #patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter imagines #victor criss #victor criss x reader #victor criss imagines #owen teague #nicholas hamilton #jake sim #logan thompson #bowers gang preferences

[ass-pushkin]

I live on the 4th floor of a mostly empty residential lot with one furnished room in Bridgeport. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 days until Adult. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me. Only a Sims 3 recreation, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can look at me on the screen and maybe you can even sense our story progressions are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

#american psycho #patrick bateman #sims 3 #ts3

[kaysters247]

Behind the scenes of IT {2017} 🖤

#owen teague #it #patrick hockstetter #horror #henry bowers #victor criss #belch huggins #nicholas hamilton #logan thompson #jake sim #beverly marsh #sophia lillis