and looks at her


*Viciously ignores canon because forehead kisses are my weakness*

yes hello i just wanted to remind u all that allura is amazing and i love her


Queen of Disaster - Lana Del Rey  🎵

@simplifiedsimi‘s release of this wonderful hair totally inspired my simself to channel her inner Lana Del Rey today. 

(also look it’s @our-dazed-sims denim skirt recolour)

anonymous asked:

Hello. I really love your writing! Are you still taking prompts? If so, I would love Silverflint with 42. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.” Thank you!

Anon, i am SO sorry for the delay. I wish I knew who you were so I could see if you were even still out there. I don’t even know if you’re a fan of the orange fic, but I hope you are, because this inevitably turned out to be set in my silly au because i wanted to kill two birds with one orange

This is also for a few people, @ellelan, @nightbloom, @favouritealias​ and another anon who wanted Silver to finally get that horse he was promised. That….. kinda happened here.

Also I just went ahead and posted it already to ao3 to save myself from having to format it twice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Flint returned from the grove in the middle of the morning to find a mule in his yard, eating grass. He stared at it, one foot frozen mid-air, barrel of oranges propped against his hip.

The mule stared back blankly with one eye, long ears twitching at the buzz of mosquitos. It was spotted buckskin, maybe fourteen hands as far as Flint could tell, and it offered no explanation for its presence on Flint’s property.

“Um,” said Flint. “Hi.”