i need some help mama brat. i wanna get outdoor retreat and so many other simmers say it is amazing, but I don't know if I should! What are some things you like about it, (if you have it).
hey nerd !!!!! outdoor retreat was the most fun 4 me…..like i play w it the most out of all the packs!!!! i like the whole campin thing. like tents. and the lil cooler. n like chillin by a fire. reminds me of when i was just camping w @kismet-sims and we screamed sittin by the fire and i peed in an outhouse. nice!!!! i think u should get it n i think u will enjoy all the things!!! xoxo
Ulrike was winning but Kali was close behind. They cut the game short as Ulrike had to run to the bathroom.
Kali turned to Hana. “Hey Hana.” Hana laughed “Why’re you staring at me like that.” “Like what?” “With that face.” “’Cause I love when you suck at games.” Hana smiled. “You look way too cute right now.” Hana said quietly. “I think you look cute no matter what.” “I’m not cute at everything you know.” “Yeah, you kind of are.”
A/N: Fucking finally! I’m back! I made this part longer to kind of make up for my absence. Any one else in love with the Northern Lights? Anytime there’s even a chance of them appearing, I’m outside. I LOVE spending all night looking at them. So, I incorporated that into this. We have a bit more plot. Crabby Dean. Along with a few of my favorite side characters. Wayward Daughters, anyone? Hope you all enjoy! :D
You played with the food on your plate as Sam spoke up to break the
silence, “anything exciting happen since we left?”
were with the boys in South Dakota. Sioux Falls to be exact. Sitting
at Jody Mill’s table next to Alex while Claire sat at the end, by
Dean. Jody to your left.
was graduating, and Jody had invited the boys out. You were simply a
tag along to aid in your restlessness, and to finally meet the
infamous Mills. You’d heard about her multiple times, but you had
stayed behind the last time they’d gone out to see her. Now, your
curiosity was met.
I’m trying to take you to the Tamale lady on our first date shorty. Verdes o rojos. You could have whatever you like. I’m trying to crash a quienceañera with you. Argue about who’s taking the center piece. The tamborazo is poppin. We’re both fly. I got a pulserita with your name. You got one with my name. Power.
I’m trying to eat tacos standing up with you. Order the cebollitas boo. I ain’t got no worries. The taquero is playing Los Invasores on an old radio. “Otros dos de Al Pastor Compa.” We don’t know his name so we call him Compa.
I’m trying to dedicate a song for you on La Que Buena. Probably a Banda Recodo one…most likely when Julio Preciado was still there. Cause I’m real like that. While I’m on air I’m a shout out my Pueblo. I don’t think I know anyone from my Pueblo anymore. But I gotta do it for cultural reasons.
I’m trying to put tequila in your raspa. Both buzzed ordering Un Elote con todo bout an hour later. You half mad…saying I’m getting you fat…half looking at the chicharrones. I see you girl.
I’m trying to teach you how to play pool in a little bar in Dolores Hidalgo. We’re there to visit Jose Alfredo’s tomb. I’m trying to go to La plaza de Mariachi’s in DF with you. I can’t sing. But broad daylight you gonna hear this Hermoso Cariño shit come outta me.
I’m trying to wake up early and watch Despierta America with you. You can can criticize all the broads on there…except if Salma Hayek comes out. My only rule hon.
I’m trying to leave my ringtone on high. Get a bunch of texts. You gonna do the whole “oh…ain’t you gonna answer all your little bitches”…I’m a do the whole “I’ll answer them later. But they’re not all bitches. They’re cool” Now you mad. Now I giggle. Now you’re pissed. Now I gotta work to make it up. You dig?
I just wanna go buy fruit, garbanzos and shampoo at an outdoor flea market with you boo. Buy you a pulserita para la protección for you. Muchos haters. Play fight about who’s doing brujeria on who.
Walk through the Mexican mall…doing that walk that only Ghetto Latinos in love do. Walk right behind you really slow hugging. We only do it sarcastically to make fun of the ones doing it for real. Pinches nacos.
Trying to take you to a karaoke bar. You ain’t trying to sing. Fresa. Couple shots later you up there dedicating Rata de Dos Patas for me. Off key…but you get a standing ovation cause you meant that shit. Now I gotta do Jigga’s Big Pimping to soften the blow. Smh.
I wanna be the “Está guapo, si no te lo quedas tu, me lo quedo yo” de tu tía. You know that tía that still thinks she got it…reliving her Hoodrat glory at every family function. I wanna be the “Está feo…Pero pues si estas feliz a mi me da igual” de tu jefita. Momma be knowing.
Trying to take you to a family party. Lil nieces going up to you smiling asking “Eres su novia?” in a chipmunk voice. My sis asks me all loud “Y LA OTRA?” Chill. My sis stays hating.
I’m trying to Netflix and chill with you. We call it Selena and tostadas de tinga on deck. Mid day micheladas. Palomas and pizza. Tequila Tuesday. Poppa said you never know a woman till you see her drunk. Poppa be knowing.
Just trying to be your Profesor Jirafales…Ms. Florinda. Except none of that fodonga shit. Fly shit. All day. Primero muerta que sencilla dices. Trying to be like “a donde tan peinada” knowing you coming with me. Pero apurate cause el open bar se acaba.
Yes, I made Moo older. He looks older than most of the banana bus squad.
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Chapter 2: cause you and i, we were born to die
Brock sighed for the twentieth time.
“Hold still, you two.” He warned as he dropped his hands firmly in a clamp onto identically clad shoulders.
“Sorry.” Evan scuffed his footagainst the floorboards. “It’s hard.”
“Yeah, what he said.” Tyleryawned, stretching his arms above his head. “But we can’t help it, Brock.
We’re bored out of our minds. How long do we have to stand here?”
“Think of it as practice.” The
football player advised. “We’re going to be in a lot of meetings like this
when we get older.”
“This sucks.” The bespectacled boy pouted.
“I’d rather –”
And a sharp, high pitched yell caused them
all to jump.
“DELIRIOUS! YOU BUTTHEAD!”
“I DIDN’T SHOVE YOU THIS TIME,
“YOU TOTALLY DID, DELIRIOUS!”
The three boys looked at each other in
surprise, not expecting that there were other children in the den of the
adversary of their boss.
“They’re outside.” The older boy spoke as
he turned towards to the window, his dark eyes focused on the scuffle outdoors.
“I wanna see!” Evan threw his arms up at
him, and Tyler mimicked him.
With a smile, Brock effortlessly scooped
them both up, balancing the young pair against his hips to peer out the pane of
glass. “There. Now hang onto the
A group of boys no older than Brock were
out playing in the freshly trimmed grass. The oldest one was lying on his side,
busily entertaining a four year old sitting next to him with a pile of toy
But who had caught Evan’s eye was the
deathly-pale skinned boy locked off in a standoff with a tanned, blond one. He
was skinny, with the sleeves of his blue sweater pushed up over his elbows as
he leaned back in a clumsy fighting stance. His ice blue irises flashed with
challenge as he seized up his partner. “I didn’t shove you, Fourzero, I swear.”
His voice was gratingly haughty.
“Oh, so the wind did it, Delirious?” the
other sneered childishly, running a hand through his dirty blond hair.
Delirious rolled his baby blues. “I don’t
care who did it, but I didn’t do it. Maybe Lui did.”
“Lui’s four, dumbass. He can’t even reach
his bed.” The third of the trio spoke, sighing. He had been sitting
cross-legged on the ground next to them. “Just apologize to Scotty and be done
with it, Delirious. I want to play soccer.”
“Yeah, just do it.” Scott mocked. “Apologize
to– oof!” He wheezed as he was tackled by the brunet to the ground.
Expertly, he had pinned his friend on the
floor, and Fourzero thrashed around wildly, trying to free myself to no avail.
He let out a victorious shout. “Start
counting, Marcel! I got him down!”
“Get off of me, Delirious!”
Fourzero cried out, flailing helplessly as he tried to throw him off.
“You’re so fat!”
“-ven, eight, nine, ten! Delirious,
you won!” The one named Marcel crowed gleefully, throwing himself into the
pile of wriggling limbs.
“Told y'all I could beat him someday.”
Delirious giggled madly as he tried to fend off Marcel’s slaps to his back.
“Will you quit it, Basically!”
“Brock, can we play with them
please?” Tyler tugged on his shirt, his mischievous expression replaced
with one of childish pleading.
“Yeah, can we, Brock?” Evan joined in, pulling on his t-shirt
sleeve. “We promise to be good.”
“I…” Before the eleven year old could
complete his sentence, the door across the hall swung open, startling Brock
enough to tighten his grip on the two little boys he carried aloft. A deeply
tanned man stepped out, a man that wasn’t Tyler’s dad. Instinctively, Evan and
Tyler went on alert, watching the man with wary eyes as they clung fearfully to
the football player.
“I thought I heard voices.” The tanned man
gave them a generous smile of white teeth. His face was kind, and he gestured
to the window they had been staring out of. “I didn’t realize you brought your
children, old friend.”
“I want them to observe,” Came the terse
reply as Tyler’s dad stepped into view. An imposingly tall man with a cruel jaw
stepped into view. Evan fought the urge to bury his face into Brock’s sleeve –
his boss always made him nervous. “I want them to learn their roles early on.”
“There’s plenty of time ahead of them to
observe and learn, old friend. Let your
boys play with mine. Let them be children. There is plenty of time to turn them
into the men we want them to be.“ He held out his hands, his blue eyes
pointedly soft towards the frozen trio in the corner. “Go on. They’re usually
"Don’t be ridiculous.” Their boss
scoffed. “You clearly haven’t changed. Why would I let my boys near yours?”
“Why not?” The other man rolled his eyes,
an action that was reminiscent of Delirious. “They’re just kids”
“This isn’t a playdate, old friend.” His harsh voice dripped
with sarcasm. “And you know what? We’re done here.” He straightened up, and
strode rudely down the hall towards the entrance without so much of a backwards
glance. “Let’s go. Come, Brock.”
Obediently, the curly-haired football
player followed, still toting the two younger boys in his big arms.
Evan took one last long look out the window
at the group of merry boys beyond his reach, and a pang of longing ran through
his veins as they slowly disappeared from view.
It wasn’t fair.
“So, where do you think we should go have lunch, Evan?”
He gave his head a little shake. “Sorry,
Brock, what’d you say?”
“Did you see something?”
“Naw.” The Asian man shrugged
truthfully. “I just zoned out.”
“Okay. I’m going to go in and check on
the Terroriser. Do you want me to send Tyler out to keep you company?”
“Do as you please.” Evan waved
him away. “As long as I don’t have to go in there.”
“Done.” Moo Snuckel laughed as he made to
duck back into the store. “I’ve probably tortured him enough. That’ll teach him
to steal my car for a joyride.”
“You know it won’t!” The Asian sniped back
playfully. He leaned back against the cool glass, lazily watching the Christmas
shoppers pass him with their oversized bags of presents. He was in a good mood today.
Everything was falling into all the right places. Tyler’s dad was finally going
to abdicate his position in a few short days, and Tyler himself was going to
rise from underboss to being the boss to take his place. Moo was going to be
his underboss, and he, Vanoss, was going to be his consigliere.
To say he was excited was an understatement.
He was finally going to assume the position he trained for his entire life – he
didn’t have to be a capo anymore, though he hadn’t minded the job. He had
enjoyed the running around and the risking of his life for work, but he was
happy to put that behind him. He vastly preferred the planning side of things,
and it brought in better money too.
He ran a hand through his hair and yawned.
Plus, it was easier to keep an eye on Mini and Brian who were still capos in
A loud voice almost next to him startled
Evan out of his thoughts. His senses on hazy alert, he scanned the open area,
his dark eyes scanning for his interruption, and his vision fell upon a group
that just came out of a store on his left.
“You guys have to stop. My stomach hurts.”
A vaguely pretty girl giggled. She was tiny compared to the rest of them. “Next
time I’m bringing Ptesh or Janet with me to shop instead.”
“Aww, come on. We told you the first time
we took you out years ago that we aren’t that bad.” The curly-haired one
“Yeah, we told you so.” The blond one
saucily waggled his eyebrows. “Now, I’m interested in some new kicks. Who’s
“Not me.” The fourth of their group spoke
tiredly. “I’m beat.” An accent that Evan couldn’t place tinged his exhausted
voice. A sweet shiver ran down his spine, and he slowly inclined his head to
catch a glimpse of him through his mirrored aviators.
Evan wasn’t disappointed, and unconsciously
he licked his lips at the sight of the third man.
He was pale – porcelain, Evan would think
up later. His brown hair was practically cropped short to his head. He had a
generous mouth framed with barely-pink lips, and he wore a two-toned grey
hoodie. His irises were a faded pale blue, and his expression was one of pure
Vanoss was mildly impressed at the amount
of disdain in the man’s expression.
“Aw man, you can’t be, Jonathan. It’s only
been three hours.”
He bit his bottom lip, and Vanoss had to
suck in a quick breath at the man’s action.
He released the appendage to speak. “I want
food.” He complained with a pout on
his face, his face transforming from one of mundane aloofness straight to one
of childish petulance. “I haven’t eaten all day, Marcel.”
“We’re almost at the food court, man.” The man
called Marcel dismissed. “You can hold out a little longer and then we’ll get a
bite to eat, okay?”
“Whatever. I’m not going inside, though.”
He slouched moodily next to Evan, taking no notice of him. “I’ll just wait
“That’s a good thing, since I was planning
on buying you new shoes.” The girl grinned brightly, and she leaned in
conspiratorially as the other two men bounded into the store that Brock, Brian
and Wildcat were in. “I’ll try to make them be quick, but you know how they
He waved her away. “I may just wander off
and feed myself. Go join them.”
As she disappeared into the store after
them, Jonathan sighed heavily.
“God, I hate shopping.” He muttered,
seemingly to himself.
“Me too.” Evan agreed with him, and the
blue-eyed man cast him a glance.
“You been dragged here too?” He snorted as
he turned to face him properly, his pupils giving the Asian a quick once over.
“My family’s been in there for an hour
already.” Evan shrugged, pretending not to notice the man’s scanning of his
body. “They haven’t even found a pair for themselves yet.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He buried his face
in his hands. “They’re never gonna leave.”
“I’m Evan.” He shot the other man a half-smile
that was meant to charm his socks off. “The guy with a big enough truck to load
all of their crap in.”
The man let out a rusty laugh that settled
too comfortably in the back of Evan’s brain. “Jonathan.” He returned the smile
with a genuine one of his own. “The guy
who’s the designated bag carrier who doesn’t have any bags yet.”
“Nice to meet you.”
Evan let a pause settle in before he dived
in for the kill. He pushed himself off of the glass window of the shoe store to
face the other man.
“Wanna go grab a bite to eat?” He said mischievously,
a smirk etched onto his face, bouncing his weight from one foot to another. “I
doubt they’ll notice. I’ll buy.”
Jonathan groaned and his stomach rumbled
loudly, causing the Asian to snicker.
“Man, I thought you’d never ask.”
To be continued…
I do apologize that there isn’t much happening here. But it is all buildup to the plot.
Thank you so much for your patience <3
please, if you liked it, <3 it and drop me a comment [here].
2. outgoing or shy? generally pretty outgoing. like too outgoing for my own good 😊
6. what kinda guy am i into? i LOVE guys with sense of humor. if i can genuinely laugh with you, i can love you. i love guys who are protective too, but not controlling. i wanna know im safe at all times. he has to like the outdoors. im kinda weird bc im attracted to guys w a lil chub on em. ummm mostly just respectful, not only to me, but to my family & friends. and a Godly man never hurts either ❣
dont remember the next # (im on mobile) but the question was do i like my neighbors… YES I ADORE THEM theyre the sweetest elderly people
Summary: A mini vacation is cut short when Dean sees a kid who reminds him too much of himself.
Author’s Note: I left it open for a part 2…so if you’d like it to go on, let me know.
“Dean, come on,” you called out to your boyfriend, “I swear,
you take longer in the bathroom than I do.”
hear Dean’s deep chuckle from the other side of the door, “I’ve been in here
for like five minutes. If that. Hangout.”
and sat down on the bed in the small motel room. It was your second day in the
morel, and it was all by choice. It had been a while since Dean had had a day
off from hunting, so you insisted that you stay after the simple salt and burn
from the day before. He needed some time to wind down. And so did you.
ready,” Dean said, coming out of the bathroom, “What are we even doing today?”
going shopping,” you said, standing up.
audibly groaned, “Shopping? Really? We can’t just stay here in the room and
have some fun?” he asked, pouting.
I was on skype with Angie and she was talking about a high school AU she had because she was angry with so many people forgetting how feminine Yang is and I started thinking about the dynamics of cheerleader!Yang and bookworm!Blake’s relationship and this really short and really crap scenario was born.
I wrote this in 20 minutes please excuse any mistakes and the shitty quality.
The day was laid out as what would typically be considered a quiet day: No class interruptions, minimum gossip being spread, and above all, no one went out of their way to attempt to start a conversation with her. Blake briskly walked to the library, hugging her anatomy textbook to her chest and skillfully dodging the pathways of her more rambunctious peers. The hallways were filled with loud chatter and promises to meet up over the weekend or confirmations to attend the weekly high school party at so-and-so’s house later that night. She ignored it all as she always did since even pretending to be listening would be out of place for someone of her social status. Instead she ducked into the safety of the silent library, heaving a great sigh of relief as the suffocating noise of the narrow hallways dissipated as the door slowly swung shut, shutting out all of that nonsense from her designated sanctuary.
London Spy: Alex, Or Why I Have All the Damn Feelings About Him
About me: grew up in a VERY patriarchal culture (literally going to be the first girl with a four-year college degree in my family! :D) @zooeyscigar: Thanks for your support!
I grew up with a lot of guys who were expected to be “ideal men” and acted accordingly. This meant no emotion other than anger, a calm and in control demeanor at all times and careful and serious thought into everything they did. They would grow up to be upstanding citizens, husbands, fathers and provide for their families. Did everyone follow this? No. But this was how it’s supposed to be.
It’s a very toxic, gender-dividing and ultimately unrealistic form of masculinity. I want to talk about my own personal experiences with this and how I view Alex and Danny’s relationship in light of all this.
Spoilers under the cut! Also lots of flailing and incoherent feelings. Warning, it gets very ramble-y. Feel free to message/reply to this! I wanna know what other people think!