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#possibly my most played song of all time hnn
knightofleo · 1 year
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Mitski | Geyser
'Cause you're the one I got, you're the one I got So I'll keep turning down the hands That beckon me to come Though I'm a geyser, feel it bubbling from below Hear it call, hear it call, hear it call to me, constantly And hear the harmony only when it's harming me It's not real, it's not real, it's not real enough
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hood-ex · 4 years
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Your writing is so good and I loved that de-aged Tim fic :) If you’re still taking drabble prompts, could you please do either 114: “Oh my god, that’s a severed hand.” or 139: “The store was having their post-Easter sale so now I have a pantry full of cheap candy.” with Tim and Bruce?
LOL, Ren, you sent me this prompt like 2 years ago and I’m only just now finishing it. So fuckin sorry about that!! But hey, better late than never… right… alskjdla. I suck. Anyways, enjoy! 
Tim gripped the edge of his mask and carefully peeled it off his skin. He blinked away the tightness lingering around his eyes from the dried glue and threw the mask down by his feet where his tunic, gloves, and pants were clumped together. 
He always felt a little ridiculous whenever he had to change out of his costume in the car. Mostly because he kneed himself in the face an ungodly amount of times while taking his pants off. Bruce had it even worse with the Batman suit, hence why they tried to avoid mobile wardrobe changes as much as possible. 
Tonight’s impromptu wardrobe change was all thanks to Damian. The kid had been spewing his demon germs all over the manor since yesterday, and he’d polished off the last of his cough syrup around dinner. Since Alfred was busy making sure Damian didn’t die of his nasty sickness, Tim was the one who had to go fetch Damian some medicine from Walgreens.
The problem was that they weren’t carrying any cash, and obviously, Batman couldn’t be seen using Bruce Wayne’s credit card. Since Tim had the easier costume to get out of, Bruce decided Tim would be the one to go in and buy the medicine.
Tim was in the middle of putting on a white shirt when he heard a sharp gurgle that overpowered the rmm-rmm-rmm of the batmobile’s engine. He placed his hand on his noisy stomach and rubbed gentle circles over the freshly bruised skin.
“Can we stop at a Batburger? Peter’s hungry.”
Bruce, who was bobbing his head along to “Paint It Black,” paused. His cowl was off, and Tim blatantly stared at Bruce’s disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. The dark bags he was sporting didn’t help the fact that he looked like a raccoon heading to an AA meeting.
Bruce blinked once, twice, and then sighed deeply through his nose. “Who’s Peter?”
“My stomach,” Tim said. “You didn’t hear him talking just now?”
“Hnn.”
“You and Peter would probably get along since you both speak in monosyllables.”
The crease between Bruce’s brow made an appearance. “Why are you personifying your stomach?”
Tim kicked his feet up on the dash. He’d have to clean off his muddy shoe prints before Alfred noticed. “Because I’m not me when I’m hungry.”
Judging by the deep frown on Bruce’s face, it was likely he’d never seen a Snickers commercial before. What a waste of a joke. Tim would have to save that one for the next time he went on patrol with Dick.
“Grab a snack while you’re in there,” Bruce said. He pulled the batmobile over into an isolated area that was a block away from the Walgreens.
“Sweet. You want anything?” Tim asked.
“No.”
Tim hopped out of the car. “Suit yourself. I’ll be back in twenty.”
He shut the door and then sprinted down the uneven cracks of the sidewalk, praying he wouldn’t catch his foot in a pothole and go flying. The lack of light certainly didn’t help with that problem. Seriously, did all the street lamps on this block spontaneously bust or what?
By some miracle, he made it to the store unscathed. He walked through the automatic doors, squinting his eyes to protect them from the bright fluorescent lights.
The lady at the register was a middle-aged brunette who looked like she was about to fall asleep on her feet. She regarded Tim with a quick look and threw out a greeting in a tone that didn’t match her expression whatsoever. Tim gave his fellow graveyard shift worker a nod and then made a beeline for the medicine section.
It took him way longer than it should have to meticulously scan each shelf to find the cough syrup, and when he did find the cough syrup, he had a crisis over which flavor to get. They had strawberry, cherry, and grape. What the hell would Damian like the most? All he knew was that Damian was a vegetarian. He didn’t know shit about what kind of fruit the kid liked, and he’d never really seen Damian eat a lot of candy either.
The more Tim stared at the bottles, the more he was aware that Bruce was waiting for him in the car. His hand twitched anxiously between each option until he decided he’d just choose the old fashioned way.
“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it!”
His finger landed on the grape flavor. Tim shrugged at the result and snatched it off the shelf. If Damian didn’t like it, he could just suck it up and pinch his nose while he swallowed it.
With that out of the way, Tim headed to the candy aisle. Even though a bag of chips would have probably been more filling, he wasn’t in the mood for something super salty. He figured he might as well indulge his sweet tooth a little since Alfred would probably have some kind of leftover nutritious sandwiches that he could eat at home.
The candy aisle was full of both regular candy and Halloween themed candy, even though Halloween was still two months away. Tim thought he wanted something chocolatey like a Kit Kat until he saw a bunch of Halloween gummies.
While he was deciding between the two, his stomach growled. Tim frowned and rubbed soothing circles over it.
“Hush, Peter. Your father works long, grueling hours, and he’s trying his best to decide what candy is best for you.”
Peter gurgled again as if in protest. Tim ignored it and debated playing the eeny, meeny, miny, moe game again to choose. Fuck it he thought and swiped the Halloween gummy mystery pack. He could get Kit Kats any day of the week, but Halloween gummies were seasonal. Might as well take advantage of it now. He probably wouldn’t make it out to a store during October since it was always crazier than usual that month.
Decision made, he went to the front and got checked out by the same lethargic looking worker he’d greeted earlier. With the goodies secured in the plastic bag that was clutched in his grip, Tim took off into the night back to where the batmobile was hiding.
Bruce must have seen him coming because the door opened up for him as soon as he was close enough. Tim climbed in, noting that Bruce was now tapping his hands against the wheel to the beat of some Hindi song.
“Did they have it?” Bruce asked. He waited for Tim to buckle himself in before driving off.
“Yup!” Tim said while digging through the bag. He pulled out his candy and waved it in Bruce’s peripheral. “Annnd I got these bad boys. You want one?”
Bruce glanced at the bag and scrunched his nose. “What are they?”
“Let’s see here,” Tim said. He ripped open the bag and worked on opening one of the individually wrapped pieces of candy. “It’s a…” he paused, staring at the white and red piece of candy that came out of the wrapper. “Oh my god.” He held it out in front of his face and smacked on the overhead light to get a better look at it. “It’s a severed hand!”
Tim placed the severed hand on top of Bruce’s shoulder. “Look, it’s comforting you.”
“Hn.”
“Don’t you feel comforted, B?”
“By gelatin and artificial dyes?” Bruce asked with a raised brow. “No.”
Tim grabbed the gummy off its perch and plopped it in his mouth. “Peter finds it comforting.” The taste of the gummy didn’t hit until Tim bit into it. “Oh, gross!” he said while forcing the bland gummy down his throat with a grimace.
“You know,” Bruce said, a rare grin on his face, “I don’t think he does.”
Even though Tim’s mouth tasted like rubbery ass now, he grinned back.
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simmei · 4 years
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Simmer - Get To Know
Under the cut, since it’s a bit long!
Tagged: by @doreas, @simthropology, @wesunnysimmer, @simsulate, @citrusjuice, @dettea, @whyhellosims, @bellessims, @herbalia, @marceltorak, @chillyslimz, @unitedwesim​ and @thatonebrobo. Thank you very much for the tag, lovelies! 💛🥺
Your name: Crystal (but honestly just continue calling me Sam/Samm and related variations, it’s shorter and sounds cooler)
Languages you speak: I can speak English, Mandarin and Cantonese fluently! I can also speak enough basic Japanese to get around Japan, since my family loves going there for vacations.
Are you a mermaid: I can’t swim, so more like an anchor, really.
Your play style: Andrew’s Pose Player.
Your Simself picture:
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Stories or gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: Mostly stories, with the occasional ‘gameplay’ screenshots (if you can call them that), self-indulgent edits and challenges. I may have been… straying a bit from the story recently, but I want to refocus back on that, since it’s what I love and enjoy the most.
Your favorite age state: Young Adult. A lot of the gameplay aspects are catered to this age state though, tbh.
Your favorite season: Winter! Mostly because it’s perpetual summer where I live, so I appreciate the snow a whole lot more.
Your favorite holiday: Winterfest! I’ve never celebrated Christmas properly irl before, and I really wish I could because it seems like so much fun! So, Winterfest in Sims is a small way that I can experience it.
How was your day: Good, but tired. Work has been rough.
Your favorite career: Social Media/Internet Personality. It should have been Freelancer/Fashion Photographer, but the Freelancer career still has that annoying bug where it doesn’t register tasks if you travel to another location.
Your favorite aspiration: City Native.
Your favorite EP, SP or GP: City Living! My favourite townies are all from San Myshuno. Also, I make my Sims live in an apartment 95% of the time. Seasons and Discover University are really great too, though!
How old is your simblr: My first post was on 18 November 2019, so exactly 3 months today!
Have you woohooed: Am biromantic-ace, so nah.
Your favorite skill: Singing! I actually really love a lot of the songs that the Sims sing, and I tend to make them sing just so I can listen to it. My personal favourites are Weekender and all the sung songs from the Theatre Drama and Jazz categories.
The size of your Mods folder: 13.4GB, but the real monster is my screenshots folder… it’s 45.7GB atm.
Your 3 favorite mods: MC Command Center, Pose Player and Personality Please!
Your interests (other than sims): Drawing, writing and I play a lot of other video games as well.
Your favorite sim (picture if possible): If it wasn’t already blatantly obvious, Natsuo Kibo. He’s my precious baby boi.
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Which Sims games you have played (including mobile games): The Sims 1, 2, 3 and 4.
Propose a crazy scheme: Play TS4, completely vanilla. Actually no, I take it back, that’s too crazy for me. 
Best part of simblr: All the wonderful and incredibly talented people I’ve gotten to know and even have a chance to talk to! And the fact that we can get excited/talk to one another about Sims on here, when no one else irl would.
Worst part of simblr: I kind of just look away from the drama and (unwarranted) negativity, for the most part. Real life is hard enough as is, I don’t want to stress about things that wouldn’t really affect me at the end of the day.
What other games you play:  Hoooboy. I’ll just list five that I really like currently (mostly Switch games nowadays), so this doesn’t become an essay: Super Smash Bros Ultimate, Animal Crossing (super excited for New Horizons!), Pokemon, Stardew Valley and Fire Emblem: Three Houses. P.S. Golden Deer is the best house, and Claude is the best boy. P.S.S. I love Felix too, though.
Other websites or accounts (origin, twitter etc..): My Origin ID is Sammsaara, but I barely have anything uploaded so you aren’t missing much.
Are you single: Yes. I’m more invested in Natsuo and Danny’s relationship than my own, really. And I have zero shame in admitting that.
I’ll resist the urge from tagging all my mutuals: @hushthots, @oliveandoak, @plushpixels, @simvicii, @volcano-pasta, @junktrait, @sojusimmer, @hnn-tr, @queenofvraquin, @weicyn, @dynastiasimss, @forests-sim-stories, @foxburries​, @katmk36, @meekraincloud, @micrathene-w​, @tartiish​ and whoever else wants to do this!
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