#marden

Five times Matthew caught Jordan and Declan having sex, and one time they invited him to join them. - i am so deeply offended that there are no fics for this threesome, or for Matthew/Jordan on their own, that's so so silly and absurd to me cuz they're SO MUCH FUN. i've been on an absolute roll with writing these last two weeks just because they're fucking fun, so i'm really hoping i can keep up the momentum and get it done in a timely manner 💖 | Jordan/Declan/Matthew | E | 1/6 chapters | Post-Canon | Sibling Incest | Voyeurism | Car Sex | Trapped In Closet | Dirty Talk | Threesome | ... (also on AO3)

. CHAPTER ONE

Soccer practice got rained out. Matthew didn't mind. He wouldn't have minded playing in the drizzle either, but most of the other guys weren't as easygoing and willing to find the fun in being wet and cold and yucky as he was, so that was that. Three people offered Matthew rides home and, this time, he picked Patrick, because Patrick had an awesome CD collection and he always let Matthew pick what to listen to. Hootie and the Blowfish was the lucky winner today!

So it was in very good spirits that Matthew mounted the steps to the apartment an hour earlier than he was scheduled to, hood up against the rain and head still bopping to It's Hip To Be Square. Maybe if he'd been paying a little more attention, he would've heard it before he saw it, but attention-paying had never been Matthew's strong suit. It didn't register what he was hearing until he stepped through into the living room.

He just saw hair at first. An enormous ball of tight brown curls hanging over the end of the couch, and another mop of darker but looser curls over top of it. By the time he'd recognized those as Jordan and Declan, respectively, he'd noticed the noises. Squishy wet noises, and squeaky couch springs, and moans.

He stopped dead in the doorway, duffel bag falling to the floor with a thump. "Oh my god."

Declan's head jerked up. He looked more panicked than Matthew had ever seen before, and they'd faced gunfire together. "Matthew?"

Jordan squeaked, the puff of her hair wiggling around on the couch arm as she tried and failed to turn far enough to see. She muttered, "Crumbs, he's not supposed to be home yet. I thought you said he was—"

"He was! I didn't think—"

"Are you guys seriously having sex on our couch?" Matthew yelled over them. "I sit there!"

There was a lot of cursing then as Declan rolled off of Jordan, and Jordan's hand scrabbled madly across the floor looking for her shirt, and Declan hastily pulled his pants back on, and Matthew turned his eyes toward the heavens and prayed for a swift and merciful death.

"You," Declan said, accusatory, as he yanked his own shirt back on, "were supposed to be at practice until 5:30."

"It's raining." Matthew refused to be apologetic. They were the ones defiling a communal space. This was definitely their fault.

Jordan, now at least mostly clothed but definitely still disheveled and noticeably flushed, rolled her way off the couch to face him. Her smile was very white and only a little bit repentant. "Sorry, bruv. We were gonna febreeze the couch after. Scout's honor." She held up three fingers in a boy scout salute. Matthew scowled at her.

"No couch sex!" he declared. "I eat on that couch!"

Declan made a face and opened his mouth, no doubt to point out that Matthew wasn't supposed to eat on the couch, but Jordan elbowed him hard in the side and he closed it again with a huff.

"Fine. No more couch sex," he conceded.

Matthew glared at them both for another minute, suddenly feeling very much like the stern parent to recalcitrant teenagers—a role reversal if ever there was one—until he was sure they both felt appropriately sorry about what they'd done. Then he snatched up his duffel bag again.

"Good," he said. "Now, I'm going to shower. Think you two can keep it in your pants that long?"

Declan made another bitchy face, gearing up to snark, and Jordan elbowed him again, ignoring his exasperated look. She said, "We'll be perfect angels."

Wassup?

As I promised on my Second Thread, here you have TWO walls of text that I though of while translating my other threads over to here. And a nice flag. Enjoy.

Through my history in Twitter, I have shat on what I call "catalogue-books" a lot. One of the many forms of vexillological literature that takes the form of pages upon pages of images of flags with overly complicated or redundant footnotes. But now I realise the utility they have and I appreciate them. Firstly, in the past they had a far larger purpose, as when the internet didn't exist to give you the latest flag news you had to wait for the next book or magazine from your local vexillological society to give them to you. They're specially useful for serious essays as well, as serious publications prefer or require physical, material sources, and not the internet which is not to be fully trusted in some cases. While books like these supposedly are trustworthy. Finally, with the love that one may profess to vexillology I have realised that having physical books with your favourite flags, or just flags, is a great pleasure, even if they're outdated.

Vexillology is the gift that keeps on giving. When I started making flags over at Flagmaker & Print, when I saw their page explaining vexillology, I though that I already knew everything because I had read the Wikipedia page. Oh how wrong I was! There's a recurrent joke in the left of "read theory", well, get to reading theory! From my limited readings (I am even ashamed in comparison to what I have downloaded) i have discovered points of view, stories and flag that i wouldn't have discovered otherwise. For much artistic talent and sublime handling of tools that one may have, a vexillographer that hasn't read ("Good Flag, Bad Flag" doesn't count), will be more limited than one that creates less (and maybe worse) but has read more. It's a spectrum, everything is a spectrum for fuck's sake! I have gone though many phases of jumping between vexillology and vexillography, sometimes I create more and I'm more involved with the community, and other times I'm more centred on the "theory" behind vexillology and my own archive. If anyone wants theory, hit me up.

For your patience, here you have the flag of Marden, UK.

made over a sim I found in world, I let her keep her style and hair color 

I really wanted a sim to use these new hairs on so finally had a good idea for them..she came out really cute..I didn’t change any traits and she has the jungle explorer aspiration so I made her outfits fit that aesthetic. the green top is made ripped but glitched also and I added an accessory lace bra under it. [I didn’t care to edit any of that out] I imagine her being a bookworm type sim you will see at libraries, but also outside climbing and digging in dirt for fossils. I do want to give her a archeology or geography career..or degree. who knows. 

her name is Marden.