guys there’s a lizard in my office
is it a sign of adulthood when you suddenly realize you genuinely enjoy the icingless half of the oreo cookie?
i thought i was going to have updates for you guys today but i had such a busy weekend that i couldn’t get anything together in time! i plan to work on some tonight so i’ll have posts later this week for sure :)
in the meantime, i moved my dolly blog over to its own standalone tumblr rather than a secondary blog, so if anyone’s interested in following my adventures in dolly owning, you can see that here. <3
thank youu!! <3
soooo i made my BJDs as sims. xD they’re not identical but i think they came out really cute given the limitations. much closer than i could’ve gotten with ts3! <3
omg :’) i’m so flattered. thank you so much!!! [squish]
this is the cute house i built for shaela and her grumpy roomie :D
Cheerful | Creative | Goofball | Dastardly
i made this cute little mischievous sim to model my custom content, but i quickly fell in love with her and decided that i wanted to actually do something with her. so i made her a grumpy, nerdy roommate and i built them a house to share which i will show pictures of shortly :D
Delphia had no idea what to make of Dimitri Bloom, and she wasn’t sure she liked how much his smile made her trip over her words even more than she normally did. Was he like this with everyone? Did he rack up so many blog followers just by flirting with them all and posting pictures of his cute red hair and gigantic muscles? How unfair was that?
"So, where should we meet for dinner?" He asked her, running a hand through his hair to stop it from sticking to the sweat glistening from his forehead.
"Well— I normally do interviews at my house. Saves me a lot of time, gas, et cetera. I mean— if you’re really adamant about the whole dinner thing, I could just cook something for us?"
"Awww. I couldn’t make you cook for me on our first date."
"Good thing it’s not a date, then, isn’t it?" Delphia retorted, pulling her yellow smartphone out of her pocket and tossing it to him. "Here, put your number in. I’ll text you my address."
"Sure. I’ll put it under ‘Studmuffin’."
"Please don’t do that."
"So, what can I do for you? Are you a fan?"
"No," Delphia replied. Then, realizing that sounded a bit mean, she added, "I mean, I’d never even heard of you before this week." That probably didn’t help anything, did it? "I mean— my boss is a big fan, I’m pretty sure. Anyway, I’m Delphia Larken and I write for the Eco section of the Willow Creek Courier. We’re putting out an article about your blog and I’ve been asked to contact you for an interview, except you don’t seem to answer your home phone, like, ever, as far as I can tell, so I asked around and was pointed in this direction, so— here I am!"
"You talk very fast," Dimitri commented once she was done.
"Yes. I do. I’m sorry. Do you need me to repeat anything?"
"No, no. I think I managed to follow."
"Oh. Great! So, when would be the best time for us to—"
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"— set up the interview— what?"
"I said, would you like to have dinner with me?"
"Oh— you mean, for the interview?"
"No. Just for dinner." He grinned at her, and Delphia felt her cheeks heat up.
"Um— well— would it be possible to also conduct the interview at dinner?"
"Sure. If you insist."