"Dearest pet is right. What a little cutie!"

— an old-fashioned manly man's man.

[It does make her pause. Is he old-fashioned in the cool way or...]

— what are your thoughts on women's suffrage?

[Half a joke, half the beginnings of a woman's vetting process.]

— week when I'm off work and sketch it. I'll start painting once I'm satisfied with those."

— singing. That was better. Grease to the wheels, that should help get her mind running again. "I've spent the last five years traveling America, and I try to find and paint old, abandoned buildings in the cities I'm in. I've been here for about three months, and I visit this one building every —

— hatches all around. "Nine minutes."

The pressure of time did not help with the brain lock. Still, Bea tried her best. She took her sweet cocktail, which she hoped didn't look too juvenile against his drink, and took a healthy sip. The sweet drink was soothing on her throat after a night of —

— I do portraits, but my current focus is architecture heavy landscapes." Somehow, all she can manage was perhaps 30 percent of what she thought.

Marge slid a cocktail glass rimmed with sugar, something yellow inside, and a whiskey glass with an ornate pattern cut into the glass. Tiny cross —

— some old, dusty building caught her fancy. America had incredible architecture. She loved painting the pretty, abandoned buildings. She loved places with the sole purpose of staying up for history's sake. Why wasn't she telling him this? Why won't her mouth open?

"Well I— I paint. Sometimes —

Blink. Blink.

While their drinks were being prepared, Bea faced a sudden realization that talking to new people was difficult. What did she do outside of work? She knew that she had plenty of hobbies to bring up. Bea loved animals and had six guinea pigs to show for it. She painted when —

Vengeance burns within me.

So I'm sitting there...

Barbecue sauce on my titties.

"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me.” ~ Charlotte Brontë

~ AU Sigyn Iwáldidottir
~ 21+ #SmutlessRP
~ #MarvelRP #MythologyRP

Penned by #Scripturient

— not far off from a sunday roast, so i think i'll throw in yorkshire pudding for fun.
— how about dessert? best meal of the day

My hands are sweaty...

Been staring at this sims house in utter contempt for an hour now. Why are master beds so hard?

— i think you're a little weird, but you're making my job easy, so can i really complain?
— not even steak sauce?
— oh, more importantly, how do you like your steak cooked?

— grilled steak and baked potato? that's a strong start, but you can get that anywhere!
—what would you try to dress it up with? spices, flavors, the like? any second side? think of it like one of those cooking shows that have endless ingredients.

(text: @amended-wolf.bsky.social )

— so okay
— if you could have one dream meal, one based in reality, what would it be?
— i like to cook, and sometimes it even turns out well

My life's a bit more colder.

I just want a boyfriend who I can tell all my evil plots to and he'll support me.

They'll abandon you like you did them 、and that's what you deserve.

You are my best friend
Now I have no one to tell
How I lost my best friend

You have to be the prettiest man in the room for me to care but if you are any woman, I care a lot. I care perhaps too much.

women rlly do it for me