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cat-bat-batman  asked:

Writing prompt! A fight over girl scout cookies.

set in Jack’s senior year, sometime in the spring?, before he and Bitty are together; warning for homophobic jerks in the form of Lax Chads

Jack is trying to write his senior thesis – he has his bedroom door shut and locked and everything – when Shitty barges in.

That, in itself, isn’t all that suspicious because Shitty had taught himself how to pick locks at Andover and had always been pretty blatant about barging in. If Jack really needs his space, he’ll stay away but Shitty has pretty strong opinions on what constitutes as “really needing his space” and Jack’s “I am writing my thesis, Shits, don’t bother me” at breakfast had clearly been inefficient. Hell, it probably just spurred him on.

However, what is suspicious about this current situation is that Shitty is fully clothed. 

“Jaa-aack,” Shitty sing-songs. “You fucking majestic specimen of human perfection, you beautiful songbird on a crisp spring morn–”

“Shitty,” Jack says, refusing to look up from his laptop. “Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

“I don’t want anything!”

“You just called me a songbird.”

“You are a songbird. On a crisp, spring morning atop a rosebush full of the–”

“You are high.”

“As a kite, Jack, that’s why I need you.”

“I am not letting you stare at my ass again. Go bother Ransom. He’s been working out with Bitty.”

Honestly, sometimes Jack doesn’t even know what to do with the sentences he is forced to say on a semi-regular basis. 

“No, Jack, no- I need sustenance. I need… Lardo took her car and there is no way for me to get to Murder Stop and Shop without her but without food, I will die and you are the captain. You have to save me.”

“No,” Jack says. And turns back to his paper.

Ten minutes later, he’s in the car. 

Jack should have taken Samwell up on their offer to give him a single his freshmen year.


“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god– YES!” Shitty shouts as they pull into the parking lot. “THEY’RE HERE!”

“What? Who?” Jack says, though he’s not sure he wants to know. Shitty is coming down off the worst of his high but even a sober Shitty is prone to get excited over just about anything.

“THE GIRL SCOUTS!” The car hasn’t fully stopped when Shitty opens his door. “IT’S COOKIE SEASON!”

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I dislike Tumblr’s mentality of Likes = Nothing

I just feel like you’re saying “oh I don’t care if you like my art, I only care about getting exposures via your reblogs!” and that’s just a nasty-ass mentality in my opinion. I mean I understand that reblog help you get around more but straight up saying “don’t like my art reblog it!” or “likes = nothing!” is just.. not nice

exposure is good and needed but if at the same times you’re saying fuck off to people that ‘only like’ your art..people might not want to either like or reblog or even follow you and your art at all..but that’s just my opinion.

I let you guess what is coming really soon guys!

I saw there were some damages on some pages. I will try to cover it a bit for you not to see it to much but I won’t re-do it (I know there are some people out there using my material) because I don’t want to let you wait more than I made you wait.

I’ll fix those pages as soon as the second tankou will be released don’t worry!

A friend of mine plays TS3 and she has this crazy Harry Potter neighborhood where all sorts of drama and hilarity ensue, so of course I thought it’d be fun to throw a bunch of HP characters into a hood in TS2 and see how it goes.


“For fun” turned into me getting waaaaaayyy more invested than I originally thought (of course). To the point where I spent two nights downloading custom cc and spent hours in body shop making Sims, hair retextures, and even a clothing rexture. And of course I’m nowhere near finished.

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Mini rant ft. I crie

Do yall not understand how to tag things as ‘my art’ or ’-insert blog name- art’ cause I’m continually having to not reblog things since I don’t friggn know if yall are the OG artist!

There ain’t even no watermarks or signatures ToT

Even when I check the person’s tumblr- it doesn’t say it’s their art blog or nothing and so I just have to leave it ;___;



I'm Lost And Scared....

Hey guys. I know I said I was going to be gone until the 13th but I just need to say something…….I don’t want to be here in this world anymore. I can’t handle the pain. I just want it to end already or is that hard to ask!? Not even my body can deal with it! I passed out for a few minutes,I was alone at the time, when I woke up I was still alone so I just never told anyone when they got home. I don’t know what to do anymore. Nobody wants to help me. The only person that helps me is @just-call-me-izumi they helped me by always giving me hugs and letting me talk about my day even when it’s just something stupid. Then there’s all of you guys that makes me happy even if we don’t talk at all.
Thank you all for making me smile every day. All of you guys are amazing. But I just wish that I get the help soon to forget my horrible past and to move on. I’m just scared on everyone judging me for my past and the scares on my body. I’m afraid of showing the real me to people. I’ve always learned that people will hate me for me. My fucktard grandparents and dad always told me that nobody will like me and will hurt me if I let them in so I’ve always kept most things in. And I’m sorry. I’m afraid of me going back to cutting or actually hurting myself to no return. I need help…the voices keep coming back and they scare me. I don’t know anymore……