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[recreationaldivorce]

they say that there's a point where you can have too much security and it impedes the usability of a system—however i'd like to commend online banking platforms for somehow simultaneously having security measures that make them incredibly inconvenient to use every day, whilst also offering fairly low actual security and being not particularly difficult to bypass if you're dedicated enough

[theserenadeofshadows]

63. Cheers to us - Sims 4 New Year / champagne poses - + 1 free request

Download (no ads, always free): Simsfileshare posepack + champagne glass zip Patreon

About the pose pack:

Hi, I have a New Year’s gift for you! To a sparkling and joyful beginning of 2025! 🥂

I hope you still have enough time to take screenshots, edit and do your thing before New Year’s Day. I know it’s a little bit late, as there are only 9 days left, but it was a spontanious pack - I hope your schedule can forgive me! 😂❤️

I had so much fun while preparing this pack that I might have made it a bit too big (52 poses, 16 sets). To make things easier for you, all the group poses are numbered and color-coded in the pack!

About the request: Thank you Anonymous for requesting these poses!

The request was to make a pose where the adult male is standing, staring with stars in his eyes at adult female, pouring a bottle of champagne into the glass the female adult is holding. The adult female is sitting in a chair not far from male holding glass that's is having champagne being poured.

I got a lovely reference picture to work with and I hope it's close enough, but the bottle was bigger than expected.

Simsfileshare pack + glass ZIP download

Needs: • Champagne glass [see attachment] • [SE] Champagne Bottle Leosims Conversion LHand Acc (Stigmata).package - found here: patreon

Terms of use: • Don't change my poses, adjusting to fit the frame/bodytype is allowed. • Don't use my content/meshes as a base unless explicitely stated otherwise. • Don't reupload my content. • Don't place my content behind a paywall • Don't claim my content as your own Socials/contact: Please let me know if there are any issues (other than the known ones) so I can work on it. I would love to see your Sims with these poses, feel free to tag me on Instagram/Tumblr: @TheSerenadeOfShadows or BlueSky/X: @Mellishadow

@ts4-poses @alwaysfreecc

[sixeyesonathiel]

very niche drabble from my drafts but honestly i would die without posting anything new in a day so i hope y'all will like this and see the vision LMAO, will have different parts <3 since lyra have pointed it out, just saying now that the reader is the cashier :D

isekai'd as game protag nerdjo x isekai'd as saintess npc reader, fluff.

the sunlight catches in your hair again.

satoru doesn’t mean to look. really. he doesn’t. but it’s kind of impossible not to when it glows like that—when every strand shimmers gold in the light of the descending sun like threads spun from divinity itself. it’s almost offensive, honestly. like the devs knew exactly what they were doing when they coded your idle animation to lean forward with a hum and tuck a loose wisp behind your ear just so.

he shifts his weight from one boot to the other, arms crossed, mouth tight, trying to look casual and not like he’s completely entranced by the way the snow melts before it even touches you.

he shouldn't be staring. he shouldn't want to.

because he already has a crush.

back home—real home—there’s a girl who works at the little corner store where he always buys his merch and energy drinks and plastic gacha keychains. she wears cute earrings. remembers his name. slips extra digimon stickers into his bag when she thinks he’s not looking.

he can’t seem to recall what she looked like, probably because of this whole isekai thing but he was sure about one thing. he was going to ask for her number, eventually. probably. maybe. someday.

but still he could not peel his gaze away.

you’re kneeling by a bed of bluebells—early bloom, thanks to your passive skill, blessing of spring. soft petals brush against your fingertips as you gently trace the outline of each flower, humming a song he’s pretty sure isn’t in the game’s ost. a small smile plays on your lips. the world around you feels alive in a way it never did when he played this on his old console—birds chirp too realistically, snowflakes glint too sharply, the wind carries your voice just enough to tease at the edge of his hearing.

and he’s just standing there. holy sword at his side. cape slightly crooked. heart lodged firmly in his throat.

“you’re staring again,” their rogue probably says behind him. maybe it’s their archer this time. he doesn’t hear. or rather—he refuses to.

because how the hell is he supposed to focus on defeating the demon king when you smile like that?

he’s the hero now. the chosen one. satoru gojo, level 99 celestial knight. maxed-out stats in everything that mattered: strength, speed, light magic resistance, charisma so broken it’s been nerfed twice since launch. and yet here he is—still taking psychic damage from the way your lashes flutter when you blink at him.

he’s been here for weeks ever since dozing off in a middle of some cutscene. isekai’d straight into his favorite game—celestial hearts: divine war of fate—which was absolutely not supposed to be a dating sim. it was about strategy and honor and battle mechanics. not about feelings or pretty saintess girls in glowing white cloaks and soothing voices who keep patting his head when he looks tired.

“sir gojo?�� you say gently, glancing over your shoulder at him, smile soft and patient.

your eyes catch the light and sparkle—sparkle, literally sparkle. like someone turned the shader settings all the way up just for you. “you look flushed. are you feeling alright?”

“y–yeah,” he says, cracking audibly. god. why did his voice do that. he clears his throat. straightens up. resets his face to what he thinks is a neutral, knightly expression. “must be the sun. y’know. too hot.”

you blink. your lips part in polite confusion, and you glance up at the sky.

“but it’s snowing.”

“…right.”

his hands twitch at his sides, fingers flexing restlessly in his gloves. damn this game. damn the developers. damn their incredible, stupid attention to detail. your hands—bare, of course—hover over the flowers again, cupping one like a tiny offering. your sleeves fall past your wrists, white and gold embroidery catching the breeze. he knows your bio by heart: “saintess of the divine spring, miracle maiden of light,” the usual npc flavor text. maxed healing. high affinity scores. probably a tragic backstory somewhere in your questline.

but none of that mentioned how your laugh sounds like windchimes strung across heaven’s gate.

“sir gojo,” you say again, standing now, brushing imaginary dust and flower petals from your skirts. your movements are dainty, practiced, but your brows draw slightly inward with genuine concern. “you’ve been standing still for a while. are you sure you’re not overheating?”

his cape flutters awkwardly in the wind. his fingers go rigid. he can’t even blink.

girl. please.

he opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again, as if maybe this time something normal will come out.

“maybe i’m…” his voice trails off as he wills his brain to function. “overheating from your… divine radiance?”

the words leave him like a spell miscast.

a pregnant pause.

then—your eyes go wide. your lips twitch. and you laugh.

not a dainty giggle this time, but a laugh. soft and delighted and surprised all at once, curling from your throat like a melody no bard could replicate. you lift your sleeve to hide your smile, cheeks faintly pink—not blushing, no, the game probably just coded you to respond to compliments with a heat shader—

he’s going to die.

he’s actually going to drop dead right here in the middle of a flower field over a non-playable character.

somewhere deep in the forest, a bowstring snaps with unnecessary violence. someone—probably the mage—lets out a strangled, exhausted noise of pure despair.

satoru barely notices. he’s busy fighting for his life.

you’re still smiling at him. the wind rustles the bluebells. your hair glows like god’s personal sunbeam. the scene is perfect. it looks like a damn cg cut-in. he expects text to pop up any second with your name and some sappy line like “i’m glad you’re here, brave knight.”

but instead you just say, softly, with an amused little tilt of your head, “you’re strange, sir gojo.”

“i get that a lot,” he mumbles.

and somehow, impossibly, you smile brighter.

he has to beat the demon king. return to his world. back to traffic, vending machines, anime reruns, and microwaved curry. back to a life without hand-drawn skies and snow that melts against your skin and the way you say his name like it’s a blessing.

but you’re looking at him now like he’s the one glowing.

and satoru thinks—maybe. maybe just a little longer.

a few more days of fumbling compliments, of you laughing at his dumb jokes, of trying not to combust every time your hands brush his.

a few more days of your soft voice calling him “sir gojo” like you don’t even realize you’ve already enchanted him more deeply than any demon ever could.

[fireflowersims]

Sims 2 "kiosks" aka: Someone stole my code and I am not happy

Okay, I'm gonna be honest about this because it's seriously bothering me. I hesitated to say something about this for a long time because I do not want to platform that code thief. I'm also not a fan of drama, I know how stressful that is for all parties and I normally try to stay out of it. Unfortunately, this theft just keeps coming back and seriously upsetting me so I have to say something about this.

My code has been stolen. To be exact: the vendor code from Sun&Moon. To be specific: a very specific version of the Laundry mod.

And by stealing, I mean passing off someone else's work as their own and encouraging others to utilize said stolen code.

Who did it? @sissysims

Sissysims stole the vendor code, made it into a "template" and even made a tutorial telling people how to use said template to make a "kiosk". After the publication, a number of people created "kiosks" using this stolen code. Notably: @simulationprincess and @grilledcheese-aspiration. I do not blame them from thinking it is a neat concept. Because it is. That's why we built those vendors.

It is seriously upsetting though to see our work going fully uncredited and sissy-sims receiving all the credit and praise. I have tried leaving a comment under her youtube video, but she must have hidden or blocked it, as it does not show up at all. She has also disabled private messages on her Tumblr. Basically, there is no way I can get in contact with her directly. So unfortunately, I feel like this is the only way to get my message out: in public.

But how can I verify that this is stolen code?

Good question. I have recorded a little video with my proof. One-take, no editing. Should she choose to try to scrub her evidence, it will remain up.

So why am I this upset about it?

I am upset because of a variety of reasons:

Somebody is passing off my work as their own. Not only disrespecting me, mind you, but also the others who contributed to the vendor, most notably: the amazing people who translated that vendor. Yes, it is because of translations that I know that she directly stole our work. She not only stole my code, she had the nerve to steal my own words as well! I can literally see the Dutch translation that I wrote myself in there and if that isn't pissing and shitting on my head, I don't know what is

Sissysims does not know what she is doing object-creation wise. The Sun&Moon vendor code is among the easiest Sun&Moon code there is. It is simple and elegant. She decided to make it a mess requiring multiple files for some guobforsaken reason. Possibly to make it seem like it isn't straight up stolen code, who knows. Just speculating. Regardless, someone who knows what they're doing wouldn't have done what she did to that poor vendor.

Sissysims does not have the basic knowledge of how BHAVs work. The vendor code she stole uses custom globals, (something that we always clearly indicate). Naturally, she does not seem aware of this. Anyone using her "template" (read: what did she do to my darling vendor 😭) risks getting bugs because sissy-sims is incompetent and doesn't know what she's doing

Sissysims is encouraging other people to use stolen code that she herself does not understand

This is an explicit violation of the Sun&Moon policy. And also probably why she didn't bother even mentioning us. Other "edits" she has done are credited. She chose of her own free will not to bother crediting.

If she has done it to us, who is to say she won't do it to someone else in the future?

She has a fucking merch store and clearly has aspirations to earn money from her Sims videos, monetarily profiting from - among other things - the stolen code.

So what now?

If you want to create a "kiosk", please don't use that mutilated template. Just reach out to me and I can teach you how to make a vendor. It's easier and technically set up much better than sissy's poor excuse of a "template". And if it turns out the vendor doesn't do exactly what you would like it to do, then I can help you figure out how you can code something that does tick all the boxes.

If you already made one, I kindly, humbly, request you add credit. It is quite upsetting to see my work going uncredited. Or better yet: reach out as well. The offer to teach you the vendor code to make something better is also open to you. I enjoy teaching people new things if they only ask politely and are willing to learn.

If there is enough interest, I can even release an official vendor template with instructions. Simple to work with, the only requirement being proper crediting. Let me know if you'd be interested in this.

If you're sissysims:

Reconsider your choices and most importantly:

✨May you step on a LEGO brick✨

[destruam]

TUTORIAL

How to FIX CUSTOM EYELASHES after update 1.108.349.1020 The Sims 4

YOU NEED:

Sims 4 Studio @sims4studioofficial

Blender (I use Blender 2.79)

Instruction manual:

Opening the eyelashes that need to be repaired in Sims 4 Studio

2. Go to the "Categories" section - Item "Outfit Type" - "Eyelashes"

3. Click "Apply to All Swatches" - Click "Yes"

4. Now we need to assign the correct color to the Vertex in Blender. Go to the "Mesh" category and export the eyelash mesh

5. Open the Mesh in Blender and switch to the "Vertex Paint" mode

6. Select the display mode "Wireframe" or press the "Z" key

7. If the eyelashes are broken, they will have the wrong color. Now we need to assign the correct color

8. Click on the palette icon

9. Go to the HEX item and enter the color code. Color Number: 007F3F

10. After you entered the color code. Click "Paint" - "Set Vertex Color"

11. After that, the color of the eyelashes will change. Save the file and close the Blender

12. Go back to SIms 4 Studio and import the mesh

13. Saving the package file

14. Checking the result in the game

[sunmoon-starfactory]

Bug Fixes - Multiple Sets

Multiple set bug fixes have been made from 4/20/25 through 4/24/25. All set main archives have been updated to reflect these fixes. However since they are single files here and there they are being provided as a standalone archive for convenience for a period of time. If you have downloaded the main sets AFTER 4-24-2025, you do not need to download these files.

Please see below the cut for an exact list of files changed. Thank you to those that reported bugs.

Download - SFS

Buzzin' About

Bug fix applied to Mead Tankard in regards to how the game checks for the Vampire life state on a sim.

SunMoon-Brewing_DrinkingTankard_Edible

Grapes of Rad

Bug fix applied to bulk wine crate. Now grants 12 bottles of wine instead of 10, makings the packing and unpacking amounts even.

SunMoon-Wine_BulkCrate

Fetch Water 4.0

Bug fix applied to Maxis Style Cactus plants; Harvesting of cactus seedlings will no longer throw an error.

SunMoon-FetchWater_MaxisCactus1

SunMoon-FetchWater_MaxisCactus2

Flowing Fabrics

Bug fix applied to Wool Winder station, fixed Inventory Tool Check - Now points to Wool Shears to allow for Trait Bypass.

SunMoon-Fabric_CraftingStation_WoolWinderDropSpindle

Forging On

Bug fix applied to both crafting stations to remove making of the now obsolete Fillet Knife item.

SunMoon-Smithing_CraftingStation_Anvil

SunMoon-Smithing_CraftingStation_AnvilStumpBarrel

Gone Fishin' 2.0

Bug fix applied to cleaning and packing station of dialog being fixed for stocking small fish.

SunMoon-Fishing_CraftingStation_FishCleaningPacking

Loads 'O Laundry 2.0

Bug fic applied to grabbing dirty clothes piles, Go To Relative Position has been changed from "Anywhere near, facing" to "Anywhere near, any direction" for when clothing drops "facing" inaccessible directions to sims. Sims should now be able to pick them up without further issues.

SunMoon-Laundry_DirtyClothesPile

Quali-Tea

The recipe note pad states that for batch teas to multiple ingredients by 5, and the pots were only using 1 water bucket. This was actually intended behavior to make 5 cups of certain teas with 1 bucket per batch. The note pad recipes have been updated to reflect that water remains one a 1 bucket needed basis and other the proper amount of other ingredients needed for batch making.

Dalish Tea Pot had some brewing errors as well as dialog errors. Should now be able to properly brew elfroot singles/batches and royal elfroot singles/batches.

A bug report was submitted about the Drying Tea Life pile reverting back to Fresh status if placed in inventory. This is not a bug, and is intended behavior.

SunMoon-Tea_RecipeNotePad

SunMoon-Tea_Teapot_DalishInspired

Savvy Stonework

Bug fix applied to the test bhav for items that require level 7+ of skills and Writ of Mastery. Code was accidentally looking at a different item GUID than the actual Stonemason Writ.

SunMoon-Stonemason_CraftingStation_StoneRefineAndSculpt

Spice of Life

Bug fix applied to counting numbers/items of grinding vanilla and cocoa.

SunMoon-SpiceGrinderConverter

[simsinlowspace]

Calico Critters - 12 Original Animal Posters

Sul sul! I hope everyone is doing well! 💜 I'm back with some totally original posters and a couple of announcements!

My daughter has been home for a few months now. She's healthy and happy, so I'm also happy. I'd planned to go back to work at the library this month, but that...did not pan out. So I've been busy working on some alternative avenues to support us.

This Simblr is almost three years old and I've always been adamant about never monetizing it. I still am. For me, this is all about having fun, sharing my creativity, and being part of an amazing community.

However, if you enjoy my designs, you can now have them for your home! I've recently opened an Etsy shop to sell my original artwork (all of which will be available for your Simmies, of course 😁). Anything purchased there will help support my new business, and of course you'll actually get something tangible in exchange. The first series is the one featured in this post, with more to come!

The shop is called CalicoOwlCreative. If you use Etsy and wouldn't mind giving it a favorite, I would be very grateful! And if you would like to buy some art for your real life home, there's a coupon code at the bottom of this post for my Simblr supporters as a thank you. 💜

Second (much shorter) announcement: I've also started a YouTube channel called Small But Spacey. Right now it has builds for No Man's Sky and Tiny Glade (and also my first mod for TG, because I just can't help myself), but I'll be adding some Sims content as soon as I get my game installation sorted out. (I swear TS2 just breaks out of spite whenever I neglect it for too long. 🤨)

Okay! So, onto the reason you're all here...the posters! You get twelve of these for - you guessed it - @linacheries’ immortal 4t2 conversion of Simsza’s National Park Prints. I did not include the mesh because I kind of assume y'all have it at this point. 😅

As always, a numbered swatch is included. These are 100% original designs, so no list of icon credits this time!

DOWNLOAD (SFS) Recolors are ~400KB

And if you do pop by the shop and want to buy something, the coupon code is SPACEY15 and good for 15% off. 💜

Lots of love, Spacey

PS - I've gotten a couple of notes about the painting being borked in the Kauri set. I will fix that as soon as I figure out what tf is going on with me game! I apologize it's been broken for so long.

[tvickiesims]

Graverobber's MP3 Player Default Edit + Color Traits Support

This MP3 player default by Graverobber is one of the best ones available. I made some edits to it for my own game and thought I'd share.

The first thing I changed was texture size - it was lowered from 512x512 to 128x128 (trust me, you won't see a difference since it's so tiny). The original mp3 came with a big number of recolors. I only picked 12 of them to resize (from CuriousB's palette, already made by Graverobber) and to make them work with @episims color traits mod (be sure to get it if you want colors to be randomized upon purchase at the kiosk). But if you are not using it, there is a separated version with these 12 colors (keep either this one or traits support version!). Note that all others recolors originally made by Graverobber work perfectly fine, they are just bigger in size.

I also changed the default screen texture - the original was a bit too dull and had English text on it. Now it has lit up effect, animates longer and uses new textures with simlish "bands". All the textures for them were created by @gulioss-sims (these) @deedee-sims (these) and @fake-sims (these).

@episims was super kind to make the color traits coding which definitely makes this edit a million times better. Thank you Epi!

Instead of the usual Inventory Check, this mod requires Trait Globals mod by @picknmixsims to work properly so be sure to get it! With this method, if your sim has several favourite colors, the 1st one in the line will be picked for your mp3. If you want to change the picked color, just sort out your inventory manually and put the desired color first. Note that after buying, in the inventory the mp3 will appear black in the icon but will switch to the correct color when a sim uses it. If the mp3 is moved out of the inventory, it'll be in the default color (black). Traits version works well with catalog buyable mp3 mods (again, the color will update when used).

To prevent an annoying bug in maxis coding ("stealing" of your sim's mp3 by another household member), I highly recommend using this mp3 fix mod by Simler90.

Mp3 base colors resized (same as color traits colors, 128x128):

New mp3 screens, 5 in total but animated (so texture is bigger - 1024x128):

At night:

Compressed, clearly labelled, picture included.

🎶🔊🎧Download at SFS🎧🔊🎶

[bunsim]

Did you know you can modify your game files to start with custom lots in the lot bin? Did you know you can add your favorite lots to the program files and you'll never have to import them ever again? I sure didn't. Here's how.

Part 1: Freshen Up That Lot!

Locate the lot you want to freshen up. If it's in your Documents > LotCatalog, it'll be named something like cx_00000001.package. [Hint: you can use CleanInstaller to browse your LotCatalog with pictures!]

Clean it up using LotCleaner and LotCompressor (and Magic Wand, if you want). Here's a tutorial. Do NOT skip this step, or you risk contaminating future save files with old sim references.

Make it a spiffy new picture. Personally I like to lump my similar lots together with a similar title/street name. And I color-code using CatherineTCJD's color-coding format. If you want to match me, you can download my template psd here.

Open your lot in Simpe and replace that old preview. Click 'jpg/png image'. Right click the property > Replace. Change file format to 'all files' to see your image. Click either 'yes' or 'no' on the 'resource changed' popup (it doesn't matter--one updates the image preview immediately, the other doesn't). Click save.

Part 2: Relocation Time! *MAIN LOT BIN*

You cleaned up your lot, right? No sim references left? Don't skip this step or you risk messing up future hoods. Clean up that lot!

Select your lot file and rename it to the cx_00000000.package format. You can use any numbers but it must be in that format and have 8 digits. The number denotes the order so get creative with your categories. (ex: lots cx_00000100-150: modern houses / cx_00000200-250: beachy, etc.). You can use any bulk renamer to rename files in order without having to manually number each one.

Pick an Expansion for your files. Mansion and Garden comes first in the lot bin, Base Game last. The expansion you select will denote the location of your lots within the catalog. The file location is the same in every expansion, so you can even spread your lots around for max organization.

Move your cx_#.package lot file to Program Files > The Sims 2 > [expansion of your choice (ex. Nightlife)] > TSData > Res > UserData > LotCatalog. You will already see some files here. These are the maxis lots that fill the lot bin every new game. You can delete them if you really want to, or just change the extension to something else to make them go away. (Catherine has a backup if you need them back.)

Done! Now your custom lots will prefill the lot bin every time you generate a new The Sims 2 save file in your documents!

This will not pre-fill existing games. If you want to put your new clean lots into your current file, rename your main The Sims 2 save file (in your Documents folder) something else. Launch Sims 2 so it regenerates a clean copy. Create a new Hood, let the game load, and check out the LotCatalog. It will be now filled with your brand-new lots. Copy them over to your main file's LotCatalog. [Check your main LotCatalog in game to make sure you won't be deleting/overwriting anything you want to keep (make a backup just in case!) Check it again with CleanInstaller. Do not delete/overwrite occupied homes! And delete your old and crusty lots in game if you want to be extra safe.]

Part 3: Relocation Time... 2! *SPECIALTY LOT BIN*

You cleaned up your lot, right? No sim references left? Don't skip this step or you risk messing up future hoods. Clean up that lot.

We will now populate the second tab in the lot catalog, the Specialty lot bin that holds Hotels and Apartments. You can put whatever you want in here; it doesn't have to be hotels or apts. You can move lots from the main catalog to this one, if you want. These lots do not appear in the LotCatalog of your main save file, in case you try to look for them there later. They only exist in the program files.

Rename your files. Unlike the previous lots, you can name these lots anything you want, as long as it ends in _Permanent.package. stinky_Permanent.package is perfectly fine. Name it something descriptive.

Pick an Expansion for your files. You can put them in any Expansion folder, but personally I keep my apts in Apartment Life to stay organized.

Move your files. Take your stinky_Permanent.package and move it to Program Files > The Sims 2 > [expansion of your choice (ex. Nightlife)] > TSData > Res > LotTemplates. You'll see some other files here already. These are blank lots and hotels/apts (if you're in Apt Life or Bon Voyage). Don't touch the blank lots, but you can remove the hotels/apartments if you don't want them. (You can move them to the main lot bin by renaming the files to the cx_# format and moving to the location in part 2). You can open them in SimPe to check what they are, but Catherine has a visual list here.

Done! These lots will appear in the Specialty lot bin every time you boot up the game, even in your current saved game.

Have fun and enjoy organizing!

[PS: did you know you can not only delete or relocate existing bin lots, but replace them with better, and cooler lots by simply overwriting the existing cx_0000000 files in your UserData > LotCatalog folders? Catherine has a visual guide which file is which, if you want to reinvent them all. The lot bin is your oyster!]

credits: CatherineTCJD for the Lot Refresh project that made me learn this. Bluerubberbear for the majority of the lots in my thumbnails and the lot in the psd file. Plumbtales for the other lots in the thumbnails and for the beautiful lot makeovers that I replaced maxis's community lots with.

[risoria]

so. have you seen the pictures from Rafah of the blackened, charred infants? the toddler with no head?

i would like to ask a favour of everyone seeing this post, from one human to another. don't think about the things you can't do - because as it seems, nothing is enough, and nobody can do enough - there is no use to be paralyzed by these thoughts. instead focus on the things you are already doing and the things you can do. i will start by compile a small list of personal suggestions, and please add to it from your own resources! this list is not numbered, i will just add things that i can think of off the top of my head and if it is of any help to at least one person, thats good. take care of yourself - that includes taking care of others, and this world we live in.

this is obvious but keep listening to Palestinian voices. i am mostly active on twitter so i will give some examples from there: Hind_Gaza, HossamShabat, BayanPalestine (press). MuhammadSmiry, does community work with Care for Gaza. m7mdkurd. Everyone is saying mostly the same thing - keep talking, keep protesting, keep boycotting. so do it.

keep talking. humans are social animals and it's as simple as this: the ongoing genocide is dire, urgent and catastrophic - i dont think i need to tell you that. but when people, a lot of people, share posts with each other and reiterate this fact the urgency will be felt stronger by everyone, and reach people who would otherwise maybe not see the reports of the genocide on their screens. if people instead choose to stop sharing and stop talking because it's "been so long" or it's "too difficult", the suffering will become normalized and the only thing people will see on their feeds are mundane things - food, pets, fandoms, and it will send the message that oh, it's not that important after all.... sometimes, you SHOULD feel disturbed and uncomfortable. these feelings are not evil - they will be channelled into actions to better a situation and better the world. silence is violence.

search for protests near your town, sometimes they're hard to find but once you find your local organizations for the Palestinian movement, follow them and you will usually find them! this all depends on where you live of course - but most often there will be fundraisers and events and mailing campaigns etc, and the more people joining the better. and, most importantly i would say, share these events and pictures (no faces of strangers, ofc! from protests on your facebook, twitter etc - because that way people close to you will see them and that it's completely rational and normal to attend protests, and if they've been on the fence maybe they will reach out and join you.

donate if you are able and share links to the different organizations - some examples are Care for Gaza, Sulala animal rescue, the Gazan Municipality Life for Gaza project (https://gaza-city.ensany.com/campaign/6737), the PCRF.

individual gofundmes - here is the google doc with a lot of campaigns, but im sure there are lots of them that arent yet added: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1-DDMFyn-ttboPXrz1bB3MFk7BlzCwfugh4259Wh7U1s/htmlview

donate e-sims, which will be sent by the Esims for Gaza team to people in Gaza, to help communicate with their families etc during blackouts. it's very quick and easy and on nomad you can get a referral code which gives someone else 25% off their first purchase, and there's also often different bonus codes. on the website there's tutorials for how to buy the different esims. https://gazaesims.com/

there's some different charity shops where you can buy Palestinian products and the proceeds help Palestinian artisans and people. here are some examples, please add more if you know any: https://handmadepalestine.com/ (based in Ramallah, Palestine), https://forpalestine.dk/ (based in Denmark), https://www.shoppalestine.org/ (based in the US)

boycott!! the BDS of course have their targeted brands (https://bdsmovement.net/) but there's also for example the witness website with lists of brands and the reasons for boycotting them (https://boycott.thewitness.news/) and some different apps that do the same thing, like the "no thanks" app. yes, the list of brands is very, very long. maybe all of it isn't feasible BUT i think a good start would be to go through them and decide which ones are unnecessary either way that you're better off without (mcdonalds, starbucks etc), and then which ones are part of your usual shopping routine, make a mental note of them and pick different options - see it as an opportunity to try new things, to support local brands and smaller businesses!

go do yourself a favour and give Palestinian-Canadian artist Nemahsis' new single "stick of gum" a listen, it's super good! <3 https://youtu.be/VsqYlmf3SAg?si=EK_TZjo0Ijny8hMT

please, add more tips and resources below or just share your own pictures or art or thoughts!

[s0s1mple]

yandere jake who falls for y/n after seeing her in one of their concerts, then he was satisfied with just following her around but finally kidnaps her after he finds out her bias is another member (any)

i hope you understand this :)) i love your writing sm !!!

ur too sweet oml <3

Stan - Sim Jaeyun

TW: General yandere behavior, kidnapping, stalking, jealousy

Masterlist

He wasn’t sure what initially caught his attention. Was it your eager smile as you waved your lightstick around? Was it the way you hopped, your hair sticking up at odd angles as you cheered them on? Or maybe it was your eyes, curved and happy whenever his own gaze drifted your way.

Really, none of these things were unique to you. You weren’t doing anything special, weren’t holding any sign or trying to throw anything on stage. You followed the concert dress code too, even if it was obviously put together a little haphazardly. No, you were just jumping to the music and happily singing along. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

And yet Jake found himself seeking you out at every concert. From the first day you were there, to the next day, and on to the next city, and then the next. He wasn’t sure why, especially since every angle pointed to you being a sasaeng with how consistently you got close to the barrier. You had to be spending so much money on them, so much time, to do so after all. And yet he still sought you out as he sung Polaroid Love, still grinned like a maniac when he saw you screaming their fan chant.

If you were a sasaeng, he decided, it was strange he’d never seen you before. It was equally strange how you didn’t seem to behave like one. You didn’t look for their attention, didn’t primp and preen yourself or check your mirror during lulls in the performance, didn’t take out your industrial camera to film for a little fansite or something…

You just enjoyed the music.

Around the fifth day of touring, Jake got curious. Really curious. Who exactly were you? And how could he find such a thing out? It’s not like there was a seat for him to find, considering it was general admission. So instead, late one night when he was supposed to be sleeping for the next concert, he was scrolling away on social media.

Sunghoon snored on the other bed, and Jake tried his best to ignore it as he scrolled through every post under their tour’s hashtag.

No, no, no, no, no, no…

Did you even post anything? Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised with how little you seemed to bring your phone out during sets. It was something he appreciated in the moment, loving that you cared about just experiencing the music and performance without worrying about posting or something, but now he was a little frustrated.

He wanted to put a name to the face!

When the sun began to filter through the window and Jake’s eyes grew sore, he forced his phone from his face and passed out instantly.

He’s pretty sure he only got through that night’s concert because of his excitement at seeing you again.

The eighth concert rolled around and Jake was beginning to think he’d never know who it was who captured his attention, who became his muse on stage and pulled such energy from him. You didn’t post, you didn’t seem to talk to anyone who did post, and he didn’t have a ticket or a seat number to go off of. But then he got a lead.

The tour manager, a new manager they’d gotten from partnering with a brand new touring agency, left his phone out as he looked over some papers. It was pre-soundcheck, all of them milling about waiting to go on stage to run things over, and then Jake saw it. Your face smiling back at him from his lock screen.

“Huh?” Jake almost choked on his spit as he rushed over to make sure. Yeah, it was you alright. Same sunny smile and bright eyes. “Who’s that?” He managed, gaze darting expectantly to the manager.

He looked up from his papers, confused for a moment, before a fond smile appeared. “Oh, that’s my daughter. She’s a fan of yours, actually. I don’t know if you’ve noticed-“

“I’ve seen her out in the crowd a few times!” Jake blurted happily, joy rushing over him at the thought of finally learning more. “Has she been traveling with you?”

“You saw her? I’m surprised you remembered, you must be good with faces.” Your father’s eyebrows lifted in light surprise. But as always, he was all too happy to talk about his only daughter. “Yeah, she’s been with me this whole tour since she’s on break from college. The staff know her and usually let her in a bit early to get front row. She’s actually been helping give me feedback for the tour moving forward, like what type of lighting gets the best response and stuff.”

Jake bobbed his head, everything clicking into place. You didn’t act like a sasaeng because you weren’t one. You were the daughter of a music tour manager, no wonder you didn’t care to film as much, especially since your father must have access to tons of footage for advertisements. It felt validating, somehow, to have picked you out of a crowd of all people to be infatuated with. “Oh yeah? What’s her name?”

At the very next concert, Jake prowled around backstage where he probably shouldn’t be. He peeked out of the curtains, drifted around and picked his head into the hallways leading towards the main concert hall, watched staff members like a hawk��� he wanted to see if he could catch sight of you then, to see you in an environment outside of the booming music and flashing lights. He just had to.

To his surprise and utter elation, his snooping paid off. A few minutes before he had to run back to get final touches on hair done, he saw you. You were chatting happily with one of the camera operators, light stick hanging loosely from your wrist. To see you so calm, so put together in stark contrast to how excitable you were when they- he- performed was like a dream come true. You just looked so friendly, so approachable… Jake might have even went out to say hello finally and meet the person who’d been infecting his thoughts so severely if not for his name being shouted impatiently.

Jungwon had chewed him out for that one.

But that didn’t matter much to him, because for the next few hours he was back in your presence and performing for you. He tried not to show favoritism, to move around to other sections of the stage, but like a magnet he just kept getting pulled right back to you. To grinning at you, to singing to you, to appraising and enjoying your beautiful smile.

And every time he appeared, you smiled even wider, waving so eagerly Jake thought his heart could burst.

The concerts went on. New city, new faces, but you remained. Engenes praised Jake online, saying just how excited and happy he seemed to be on stage, without knowing that most of it was due to his lucky charm in the crowd.

And you didn’t even know it! How crazy was that? He was just too shy, too fidgety and nervous at the idea of actually meeting you. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Here he was acting like the fan… but Jake didn’t mind. You made him happy even without knowing it, ate up his thoughts, made something inside him latch onto your presence and not let go.

Jake was a clingy, friendly guy, but this was a whole new level. He found he didn’t mind it too much.

But then the end of the tour loomed over them, and a crushing sort of fear hit Jake like a ton of bricks. He’d have to wait until this next tour to see you again, wouldn’t he? And what if the tour fell when you were at college? And what if they didn’t use the same tour company? And what if, and what if, and-

“Would your daughter like to meet us? I mean, before this all ends and stuff.” The words spilled out one day, earning a disbelieving look from the manager and even more so from some of the members. Jake didn’t even blush or cower away, too nervous and hopeful.

“He has a daughter?

“Oh, you really don’t have to-“

“Is she an engene?”

“You’ve been such an awesome manager, so of course! Besides, it’s always an honor meeting engene.” In a flurry of voices Jake hardly registered, it was set. About thirty minutes before the concert, you would be meeting them.

He would be meeting you.

He’d never felt so giddy, so anxious, in his entire life. Not even during I-Land, a fact that should have probably alarmed him to the fact that his little obsession had gone a bit too far.

But Jake didn’t really have it in him to care, and so he practically vibrated with excitement as you cautiously peeked your head into the room.

So cute.

You stepped out fully, and Jake barely remembered to do the group greeting. You seemed nervous, a little skittish and so different from how you acted in the crowd, but it was sweet and Jake found himself smiling stupidly. “Don’t be nervous, we don’t bite!” He joked. You cast him a glance, and he half expected you to stammer and get even more nervous, but if anything you relaxed more. Jake was pretty pleased his words soothed you.

“Hi, I’m Jake.” He held out his hand and immediately felt a bit dumb. Handshaking? So formal… he didn’t want to be formal with you. He felt like he was fumbling around in front of his crush like a child might.

But you took his hand, palm fitting perfectly with his, and smiled softly. “I know, haha…” you managed before clearing your throat. “Um, I just wanted to say how incredible of a performer you are!”

“Me?” Jake couldn’t stop his smile. You were complimenting him! You noticed him just as much as he noticed you! Obviously, since you were an engene, but that hardly mattered with the fact itself reared its head and made him so happy.

“Yeah! You’ve been on fire this tour!” You said, giving a thumbs up. Then another member was filtering into your space, greeting you with a handshake after Jake’s unintentional lead, and he could hardly take his stare from you at all. You were just so close, so calm and elegant and happy, so-

Were you stammering? Why were you stammering? Blushing? You were calm in conversation. You didn’t do that, didn’t fangirl like that at concert, so why?

Heeseung was grinning warmly at you, and you were trembling a little as you shook his hand vigorously. “H-Hi Heeseung!” Your voice was practically a squeak, cheeks painted with a beautiful blush Jake wanted for his eyes only… and all for Heeseung. “You’re my bias, haha, sorry if I’m awkward…”

Your bias.

A strange feeling hit Jake then and wiped the smile off his face. Like a rock settling in his stomach. You were not his. You were his favorite, but he was not yours.

For the first time in the whole time he'd known his hyung, an unexpected rage and jealousy filled his chest. He felt territorial, like a dog frothing at the mouth. Him? It was him you wanted? Of course that was the case. Heeseung, who didn't have to work nearly as hard as Jake did. Heeseung, who was all natural talent and charisma. Heeseung, who was constantly front and center. Heeseung, with his perfect pitch and perfect smile and perfect eyes and hair and-

It wasn't fucking fair.

Heeseung hadn't noticed you before now, even when you were right there in front of him. Heeseung didn't know you like Jake did, the younger male having found your social media the instant he learned your last name. He didn't know you had a dog- like Jake!- didn't know you majored in science- Jake loved science!- didn't know you donated to animal conservation, didn't know you loved cheesy action movies, didn't know that when you beamed up at the stage it looked like there were stars in your eyes.

No, he didn't know all of that, and yet you blushed and shyly asked for a photo with Heeseung, not him.

This wasn't how this was supposed to be. Not at all. Especially not with the tour drawing to a close, with you heading back to college and out of Jake's sight. Sure, he could check your social media from abroad and check in on you, see your radiant smile through the pixels, but nothing would compare to seeing you right here and now. And for him to have to end this tour knowing that his soulmate had eyes for another? That it wasn't him you cooed and cheered for when they had comebacks?

No. No, no, no, no.

The final day came. The final stop. Jake performed as usual, felt his heart soar at the sight of you as usual, and then things ended just as they usually did. Except this time he knew your schedule, and he'd be interrupting it.

"This tour was so amazing dad! You outdid yourself!" He heard you congratulate your father. He made a small gasp and laughed as you barreled into him to hug him.

"Thanks, sweetheart I've got a few more things to finish up and then we can head to the airport, alright? Wait for me by the car."

"Mm'k, don't take too long." You chuckled and he heard you walk off. In an instant Jake was following after, having shook off his manager a good thirty minutes prior. Jake was sure they were pitching a fit looking for him, but that was hardly a priority right now.

Out into the parking lot, Jake following behind in a hoodie he'd snagged from the merch table. He pretended to scroll on his phone, heard hammering. As you passed through the alley near the entrance to the fitting area, Jake lunged. He'd never been the strongest person in the group, but in that moment he felt a surge of manic strength. Grabbed you around the middle, careful yet tight, and clamped a hand to your mouth.

Could he have just coaxed you there? Maybe. Could he wait to hold you in his arms in any form? Hardly.

Into the building the two of you went, you predictably screaming into his palm and struggling, until Jake pinned you to the wall. God, you looked so pretty...

"Shhh, hey, just me!" He said. Confusion radiated over your face. But you didn't collapse and bat your eyelashes, didn't grin and blush.

Would you do such a thing if he was Heeseung instead?

No, you just stared at him in fear and bewilderment. "Jake?" Your voice sounded out, still muffled behind his hand. Jake grinned a bit, happy to hear his name roll off your tongue in any capacity.

"Mmhmm! Just wanted to apologize real quick, alright? We'll talk later, baby."

"Wha-?

In pressed his thumbs, shifting to your throat and the sides of your windpipe. Not enough to bruise, but certainly enough to stop oxygen intake. In an instant you understood what was happening and clawed at his arms. He'd certainly have to explain it, but that wasn't on his mind. "Shh, shh, it'll be alright! Just need you quiet for a bit while I finish sorting things out. Then we can get to know each other better! Isn't that great?" Jake knew he probably sounded manic. Desperate. The slight smile plastered to his face was probably scary, but when you were so close in reach he could hardly do anything else. "Then you'll see I'm a much better choice than Heeseung. Promise."

You went limp. Jake cradled you. Then he called his manager, told him to meet him in the changing room.

In he walked, immediately going stock still at the sight before him. Jake sitting on the floor, cradling you in his lap, nose pressed to your hair as he hummed. He peered up and met his eyes.

"What happened? Is she hurt? Do I need to call someone...?" The words slowly trailed off as the mood of the room sunk in. The two stared at each other. "Jake, what did you do?" Was the final whispered question.

"Do you think Enhypen could survive a scandal like this? Belift without us?" Jake asked with a small grin.

"Jake...-"

"I'm taking her. " Jake smoothed your hair from your face, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "And you and HYBE are gonna help me keep her."

[heathensimmer]

"Wannabe" MOODLETS in the SIMS 2 Originally by HB and MidgetheTree!!

This is my version/edit of Midgethetree's Mood Mod-Compatible Version of Hexagonal Bipyramid's "Wannabe Moodlets" for the Sims 2 Ultimate Collection!

This mod simulates moodlets from Sims 3 and Sims 4 based on a Sim's surroundings and their 3t2 traits!

You can read more on HB's original post but this mod basically gives some logic to your Sim's current mood based on who they are. It is a fantastic traits mod that encompasses many iconic traits.

HB's/Midge's EFFECTS

Grumpy Sims have a mood hit all the time. Loners have a mood increase from being alone. Hates the Outdoors and Loves the Outdoors have obvious effects. Dislikes Children will have a mood decrease from being around children. Loves the Heat and Loves the Cold have mood shifts based on temperature. Over-Emotional have wilder mood shifts overall. Finally, Night Owls have mood increases from nighttime.

MY EFFECTS

I have taken it a bit farther and added "Neurotic" to the "Grumpy" effect. So Neurotic Sims will also suffer in their Mood a bit and it will take higher needs to make them happier.

To do this, I simply added a check for the Neurotic trait in this resource and coded it the same way as the Grumpy trait.

Update Mood Boost and Moodlets to Sim Instance: 0x1002

My second feature is for the Sims 3 Pets traits "Cat Person" and "Dog Person".

To do this, I created two new resources, changed their group number to 0xFFFFFFFF and gave them two new instance numbers following HB's original Instances.

Get in Temp O - Dog Person Mood Boost of SO

Get in Temp O - Cat Person Mood Boost of SO

It's literally the same code as "Get in Temp0 - Dislikes Children Mood Boost of SO" which is code for checking to make sure that the Sim who dislikes children is actually physically close to a Sim child.

These new resources just check if a Sim is close in proximity to a dog or a cat!

Then the Sim gets a Mood Boost!

To tune the Mood Boost, you can go into the BCON 0x1001 Mood Change From Traits

You can change any of the mood boosts by changing the value in the "Dec" field at the upper left.

I changed the Animal Lover boost to +15 even though it says differently in the picture so it's the same as the Loves the Outdoors boost.

Have fun with more variable moods! Happy Simming!!!!

This mod is a custom controller object. Since it is MidgetheTree's version, which includes features from Simler90's Mood Mod I highly recommend getting that mod and have my mod load last. As Midge explains in their post Midge did not include one nice feature from Simler90's Mood Mod, which is a Sim's mood being recalculated every hour - this also simulates moodlets!!! —Does not work with “Memory” version of Mood Mod.

Make sure to remove HB/Midge's Mod if you want my version.

REQUIREMENTS: SMARTER EP CHECK

SIMFILESHARE

CREDITS:

Hexagonal Bipyramid!!!!!!

MidgetheTree!!!!!

Traits modders everywhere and modders in general!! We are Goddssss!!!!!

[animefreak1145]

Church Bells(Adler x Bell!Reader x Woods)

Previous Intel

Eighth Intel | Before

Description:

The world ended for Bell after Cuba.

The whole world followed soon after.

Zombies AU | Drabble Format

Warnings/Tags: Mature Rating, Graphic Violence, Dark Themes, Trauma, Body Horror, Gore, Major Character Death, Brainwashing, Post!Cuba, Pre!Solovetsky, No Solovetsky, Female Bell, Older Man/Younger Woman, Toxic Relationship, Obsession, Menticide

Words: 4k (What's a drabble again?)

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Day After Ukraine Mission

16:07 | February 28th, 1981

CIA SAFEHOUSE E9, “DIE LANDEBAHN” 

“You do that a lot.”

You start from what you were staring at, the codes that are so tricky and you feel so close. The intel from what you have in your hands adding a piece to the puzzle that you’re enamored with—the complexities satisfying a carnal part of you that you can’t name. Your head turns to find Lazar’s curious yet amused smile, close to the television they used sometimes for the news not at your usual spot at the too small desk with the too large computer; at the center table instead is where you chose to haunt. 

“What?” you reply dumbly, too out of your element to say a more snarky reply. The transition from focused on the task to this interruption from the man that is more of an Eema than an Abba due to how hearty he looks and feels and making sure everyone felt the same by also stuffing their face. 

“That.” You were met with Lazar’s finger in your face. You resisted the urge to stare cross eyed and instead gave him a more inquisitive look, eyes searching. Which only humored him more, releasing a chuckle. “You have quite an intimidating stare.”

You push the hand away, scoffing,

“What? At my work? Isn’t that like everyone else?”

Lazar hummed, his eyes glittering at a joke you can’t understand.

“No. You have that type of stare that will freeze lesser men. Or get slapped by someone who thinks you’re looking for a fight. Or get you put into an asylum. Only, when you decode, you have an insane smile on your face. It’d be creepy if we didn’t know you.”

“Uh huh.” You dismissed, eyes glancing at the medical office. “You should work better on your compliments if you want Park to have a drink with you.”

If Park wasn’t in the medical office room along with Adler, you’re sure Lazar would throw his old cup noodle at you. Alas, he only gave you a dry “Ha. Ha.” with a neutral expression but still didn’t leave. He wants an answer. 

You turn to him fully, elbows leaning back against the desk, petulant.

“I doubt I smile like how you describe…” Lazar snorted while you frowned at him, before shifting your gaze back to your papers. “I don’t know. I just…love puzzles. They’re fun to solve.”

“Is that what makes you stare so intently?” Lazar leaned against the television, the stand slightly creaking at the movement, his intrigue seeming sincere. Another question hidden, two subjects being asked for one answer. A wall. “The thrill?”

Is that what love is to you?

You tapped at the papers, biting your lip in thought. 

“Maybe a part…I just have this need to figure things out. To open it up—to find the numbers, the letters, the riddles. In an order that is random but it’s not. It’s just a trick. A shadow on the wall. A reason for each piece. Each hint. Every piece of the puzzle has its purpose. It’s reason for being.” You didn’t notice when you started smiling, the topic consuming you like books and pictures do. But you just kept going as you grabbed your pen and fiddled with it, miming writing numbers or letters. “Like Sims with mechanics, I think. Or you with bomb wiring. You find the hardy wires or broken pieces—and I untangle it all. I even love how difficult it could be if I find a cipher intellectual. It’s fun.”

“Sounds maddening,” Lazar replied simply, brow raising. “And painful. Maybe even obsessive.”

You shrug, staring deeply at your own pen, tone far away. As if you were speaking about another topic than this. Something other. Like a secret.

“That’s love, isn’t it? Pain and obsession?”

“Your books tell you that? Or you come to that conclusion yourself?” You pressed your lips, silent. Only glancing at Lazar(are you easy to read?) who only smiled gently before switching gears and letting out a booming laugh. “With that description of love—you very much implied Adler is in love with our friendly neighborhood Perseus.”

Your jaw dropped, a gasp being released as you sat up rigid in your chair. A defense for Adler and a denial ready only for a startling guffaw to join in.

“What the shit are you talking about, Lazar?” Woods comes from his previous spot practicing with the boxing bag, Mason side by side with his own amused gaze as they come close to the center table. Woods snorted as he leaned back against the table near you instead of taking a proper seat. “Can you imagine our own Robert Redford switching spit with a commie? Ha!”

“Is that what you’re doing?” Mason quips to his friend with a nudge while Woods expression quickly changed to offended with no heat as he pushes Mason back with a disbelieving snort. “What? Sorry I’m airing out your fantasies.”

It was strange watching them. The easy back and forth quips and teases. Lazar felt like a warm hearth and home cooked meals compared to Mason’s steady kindness of a worn animal despite its past and Woods…

You briefly think of the night prior, how charged he felt out in the field. Not eager for it yet…willing to take everything and anything out his way. But his friendly taunts and words to you too. The arcade. The room where you got the intel and the knowledge he had of you, knowing you would’ve loved to play around more with the tech and computers there if the both of you had time and not world ending doom.

You weren’t impressed by his skills. Skills are to be expected in this line of work. People can call you cocky all they want.

But how personable he is? That was different.

It was unexpected.

(Why did it feel like he’s more close to you than Sims right now? Why has everyone been so disconnected from you? Even—blue fire for eyes hidden by the shaded wall, wheat dancing in the wind, artful cracks across a canvas—)

A hand waved in front of your face, your eyes broken from its lost look as you blinked back to the present.

“Hello? Earth to Bell?” Woods was still next to you and you couldn’t help but notice that Mason moved away with Lazar to where Lazar’s station is. Still talking with friendly smiles and easy atmosphere. You blinked again before turning towards Woods, who looked at you with a mix of amusement and concern. “What happened there? Did you even listen to a word I said?”

You didn’t. You’ve been doing this a lot. Getting lost in your head. Your brain foggy and mind distant. Not as quick as you usually are. You thankfully haven’t had this happen in the field. You hope it stays that way.

Instead of giving a straight answer, your lips only rose in a dry smile.

“Sorry, was thinking just how you got the guts to punch Hudson of all people.”

Woods huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back, brushing your shoulders as he did. 

“Doesn’t take guts to punch a prick.”

“No,” your smile turns up a tad, more mischief. “Takes some balls instead. Can’t have balls without a prick nearby or there’ll be trouble.”

Woods made a choked sound, as he stared at you dumbly before slapping the table and releasing a loud boom of a laugh. You wonder how he does that. So loud. So free. 

“You got more spunk than I thought, Bell. Guess you need it to even get the idea to escape in a Ruskie tank.”

You huff out your nose, but your chest still lightened at the praise. Your smile coming easy now and tension completely fallen away. You hid it though as you turned back to your work, picking up a stray picture of the Ukraine base you took.

“Did it for you. I figured you would want to run some commie’s over.”

“Oh, I’ve dreamed of it. I would say top five of my favorite wet dreams.”

You couldn’t help it. You snorted, it bursted through your chest and it didn’t stop, only turned to a laugh. You put a hand over your mouth to try to contain it but Woods satisfied expression only made you laugh more.

“Why—why did you say that?!” You try to collect yourself but you couldn’t. Not when Woods waggled his brows as if in answer. “Pfft—should I even ask what’s top one?”

Woods shrugged. 

“No can do. Gotta protect your innocence somewhere. My mind is a crazy place. Don’t wanna scare you off.” You snort again, shaking your head at him and tried to get back to work. Woods didn’t move as you stared around at the different pictures you took with Intel. “Say, where’s the random pics you took of me?”

“Don’t worry, Woods. I didn’t take out a camera with you over the mannequin—“ You stopped when he shook your shoulder, a warning gaze that only made you bite back another smile and only glare at him with no heat as you pushed his hand off. “Calm down,” you say quietly. “I haven’t said anything. Scout’s Honor.” You raise a hand as if to show.

Woods rose a brow dubiously.

“Were you even a Girl Scout?”

“Doubtful. Looks like you just gotta hope I don’t open my mouth about it.”

Woods grunted. Yet still didn’t leave. 

“Do you normally take pics of everything and everyone? Even on missions like that?”

“I like it. I like taking pictures. Did I make you uncomfortable?” You did take a few of him before you took a picture of the base. It was nice lightning and he looked good. “I can give you the pictures I took to you, if you want. They were good shots.”

“I suppose I can add it to my scrapbook.” Woods joked before shaking his head, his eyes turning more curious as the conversation went on. Gaze more assessing as he stared down at you. “Nah, it’s fine.  Don’t mind you keeping them. After I take a look of course. I guess I’m just asking…what’s the obsession with the camera? Film is precious right?” At your shoulder tensing, you starting to get defensive, he quickly changed tactics as he rose a hand in calming manner. “I ain’t judging. Just curious. Couldn’t help but overhear Park talk to you that Adler doesn’t like wasting resources. Or some shit like that. I don’t get the big deal. But it must be if you keep doing it despite them having a stick up their asses about some film of all things.”

Your brows pinched together, gazing intently at Woods eyes. You don’t see a reprimand. Or exasperation. Or even amused exasperation, like you were just being cute while doing something disobedient—like a pet jumping at their owners even as they tell them no with an amused smile. (“Always the one who never listens. Huh, Bell? Didn’t I tell you before about the pictures?”) He’s being sincere in his interest. It was his expression that did it.

You looked away, eyes taking in the safehouse around them. 

“Ever feel like a ghost in your own body?”

“Can’t say that I have,” Woods answered roughly. You nodded next to you, him taking that as permission that he can finally properly sit next to you. You didn’t mind thighs or shoulders brushing. Comrades now. Both of you throwing your lives on the line. Getting shot  by a common enemy brings people together no other way can. 

“Well, the coma did a number on me. I don’t remember much. I can’t put a story to scars on my body. My life, my memories—it’s only Vietnam.”

“Fucked up thing to remember. That whole war was a shit show,” Woods provided. “You must’ve been young.”

You only hummed, distant. Eyes straying in the direction of the red room. Your skin prickled in goosebumps, ears falsely hearing shots and napalm strikes. You shuddered but hid it by clenching your fists on the table, eyes on your jumbled words of your work. 

“Yeah…Hue City was just the start of everything going downhill…But I guess my point is…” You don’t know how to properly say it, you can’t find the English word for this. Esurient for memories erased. The feeling of not quite fitting in everyone’s circle, even with Sims. Monachopsis. (Are you even here at all? It’s like they stare past you.) “Life is memories. I don’t have any. What’s a person if not memories? So…I don’t feel…like it. A person.” You shrug casually, mutely. Hand wandering to a picture, thumbing it. “Ghosts don’t seem to remember stuff besides a deep motive. That’s what others believe. But…with pictures…pictures are for memories. If I take pictures, I’m actually taking memories. And if take enough memories…” You struggled once more how to explain but Woods was sharp despite his looks.

“You’ll be a person again.” Your eyes darted towards him, giving him a minute nod as he seemed to consider your words with a tilt of his head. The silence between the two of you wasn’t stifling, just…there.

You felt like something was released from you. 

Unlocked. 

The key was just for someone to ask. 

“Hey, listen—“ you turned at the soft touch to your shoulder, and you noticed Woods looked uncomfortable about the atmosphere you created. Not used to sharing open emotions like this no doubt but still had what appeared like care in his eyes. “You should really talk to Mason, he—“

Your ears honed in on the medical office opening, your eyes quick to follow as your head swiveled. Everything turned silent as your eyes settled upon the body you can recognize even in the thickest of jungles or deepest of wet rice paddies. And as your eyes settled, your thoughts of ruminating toska and the sense of lacuna dissipated.

You were so busy trying to catch what Adler was saying to Park beside him, you temporarily forgotten Woods next to you. You could hear him talking. Some form of advise. 

You turned back to your work and absently nodded with a quick smile to match at him. Your lips moved to say thanks. You think you did.

You didn’t see Woods throw another look of concern towards you, of suspicion. Turning something over his head.

You forced your ears to stretch, as if with force you can have super hearing. With brute force you can have the arcane man with valleys upon his visage, with liquid nectar that bounces with voluminous silk, voice of gravel that leads to the path of victory and makes your mind hazy. 

You still had a pen in your hand, tight as you looked down with a frown at the papers. Your leg beginning to bounce under the table. Impatient. Restless. Athirst.

“I’m going out for a smoke,” Adler called out(Beckoned, Signaled, Enticed—trinket waved like a treat. Your nepenthe.) clearly, more loudly than how he was talking to Park. You didn’t turn your head as he walked out the door near the garage door, too obvious. But you did sneak a look when he exited, stealing gaze right when you saw his back before the door closed.

Except it didn’t. A small rock held it ajar.

A secret.

“What the hell?” Woods was bewildered, staring after Adler while you tried to hide the fact. Waiting a beat. Or two. Your leg bounced under the table, growing more insistent. “Doesn’t he get his fix in here anyways?”

You heard Lazar answer for Woods, something about Adler needing a change of scenery sometimes. You can see in your peripheral his glance. You ignored it as you stood up to head back to your computer desk.

“I’m taking a break too,” you say, quickly picking a book from your pile in the corner after a brief deliberation.

“Uh…” Woods face would’ve made you laugh from how scrunched up it was as he stared as you quickly fixed your work papers back in the center table, book under your arm. “Isn’t that what you were doing? Like fuckin’ a second ago?”

“No,” you answer, organizing the pictures and quickly scanning them before you do so. “Lazar interrupted me from my work. And then you did. It was an interruption. Not a break.”

“You sure turned prickly,” Woods said in answer.

You pause, seeing Woods was somehow offended. He just doesn’t get it.

“Says the cactus,” you quip with a quick smile, twitching up more at Woods huff out his nose. “I…like taking my break the same time as Adler,” You decide to answer the question in his eyes. He did listen. “It’s what we’ve always done. I read. He smokes. And right back to work we go. It works better this way.”

You didn’t wait for his reply. 

You didn’t even bother to see if he was about to.

You have the book in your hand, and you have your tether(Your eyes looks for the sun tanned gold even though it should blind you, but you never cared for your wellbeing. Protect the quiet monster like a demon enraged. Demon for monster. Monster for demon. The coin. You keep it in your pocket, whelve it—the whispered confession—the gravity of your ustulation and agastopia can burn through your pockets and skin all it wish. You keep it in. Like the pain killers Adler gave you earlier for your migraine after their meeting with Hudson about Ukraine.) outside. 

You open the door and without looking, you went to the left side of the door that’s by some unused pallets. Sitting on them and opening your book to your last point, as if you were ignoring him. (How could you?) He was smoking as he leaned against the wall beside the door. You always left of it, him always right. (▞ He’s always right. ▞ He ▙ never ▞ lies. Not to ▖ ▞ ▗ you.)

It was silent. Only the turning of your pages as you focused on reading, and the occasional exhale you hear now and then if you strain your ears. A puff of grey smoke above the two as your audience.

You don’t mind the quiet moments. You take what you can get. The two of you have too long a history for you to be uncomfortable at silence. Or needing something more. 

You don’t.

(The secret coin in your pocket burns, and you try not to flinch nor whine. You must stay sated, ▚ демон ▚ ▛ ▖ ▖.) 

A shot went through the front of your skull, your hand darting up as it seemed to go to the back of your head, a hiss to your lips. You almost dropping the book with your other hand.

“Another migraine?” He was close. You opened your eyes you didn’t realize were closed as you were hunched over your knees, spotting his shoes. 

You only offered a small nod before closing your eyes again, jaw tight. 

“I don’t…” you stop, speaking more quietly to help with the pounding. The sunlight was too much already, you don’t want to add your own voice to your own misery. “Dont know why it’s getting worse. Is this…normal?”

“It can be.” He replied simply, to the point. “Here. Take this.”

You blinked your eyes open and lifted your head to spot he took out some more medicine from his leather jacket, holding it out to the pills in the palm of his hand. At the sight, your stomach curdled.

You felt yourself pale and you don’t know why.

Adler must’ve noticed your hesitation. Tilting his head and lips twitching to a frown around his cigarette. He lifted a hand, taking one deep inhale, embers subtly lighting his face before he threw it off. He exhaled out his nose, smoke flowing smoothly. 

Your throat tightened as you stared. But not in want. It felt more heavy. More heady. Your mouth open more in a wince than for anything else.

“You know this will help. We gotta make sure you’re in shape for this, Bell.” You bowed your head in shame, book now beside you on the pallet as you clenched your hands on your knees. You heard him sigh. And now you see him, closer—he’s kneeling in front of you. One knee down, the other having his elbow leaning against it. “I don’t have to explain to you the stakes currently. You know how serious this is since you and Woods found out Hudson’s dirty little secret about Perseus and the nuke he has. You know it. We can’t fuck around anymore.”

You hunched your shoulders, as if that can hide you from your guilt. Because you spotted his glance towards your book. You can guess what else he’s hinting.

Stay a ghost or try to be a person? A part of your mind asked. You tried to not let your heart crack of no more pictures.

“I know…” you say, eyes down and to the side. Yet… “It’s just…it wasn’t that long ago you gave me them…I don’t—I mean—“ Your tongue is tied again. Like always near him. You didn’t mean to sound accusing or hinting. Adler is trained for medical issues on the field. You tried to take a breath. “I just don’t want to be a burden with all this. Slow you guys down. I don’t want to disappoint you.” You did a tight squeeze of your knees, practically white knuckled grip, a mix of uncaring at your honesty and hating yourself for it.

You felt your chin be lifted up, Adler’s forefinger doing so you can be face to face. He assessed you seriously.

“You won’t, kid.” He’s so close. Breath to your face. So calm too. Your anchor. He believes in you. If you or him leaned just an inch or two forward—he took his hand away from your face before bringing his palm with the medicine again. “Taking these will help. I’ll watch over you. Just like the good ‘ol days.” He tilted his head, a quirk of the mouth up. And you think he couldn’t be more charming. 

You ignored your past nerves, quickly taking the medicine in a dry swallow, gloved hands brushing his bare ones(Damn it all.). 

He nodded at you, the barest thing of it before he stood up. Glancing at your book again with pressed lips before facing you once more with a raised brow.

“Oscar Wilde? Here I thought you only read Dostoevsky and Nietzsche.”

“It’s a collection of some of his poem’s. And a break from existentialism and nihilism is good for the mind. But you’ve always been more of a stoic,” you shoot him a teasing look, an attempt to get your bravado back. “Our very own Prince Andrei Bolkonsky.”

Adler did a small huff out his nose.

“Just don’t start bowing.” Adler did a quick motion of his to the door. “Come on. Back to work, Tolstoy.”

You nod, marking where you were in the book before following Adler back in, your hold on the book tight. Who knows when you’ll get to read again.

Stay a ghost or try to be a person? 

(It doesn’t matter. Adler made the choice for you.)

You tell yourself it’s fine. You instead let yourself be a book for Adler—willing to be read. You imagine how he would do it, a book of you in his hands. Read through your pages, open up your spine and let his fingers run through your creases—how easily can he finish you? How many times could he, until you’re worn and wrinkled from use? Will his touch trace the abuse of a loved book?

The place where he put his finger on your chin burns.

…

The page you marked on the page reads: “Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight, For the greatest tragedy of them all, Is never to feel the burning light."

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A/N: Bell is a SIMP. Poor girl. The best way to tell if Bell is in love, is if she suddenly starts thinking in poetry. Bell stares intensely you say? Bell loves intensely too.

I’m also confusing myself with Dark!Adler and Soft!Adler. But again he’s both so 🤷‍♀️ Man so toxic and a red flag, he’s even confusing the author.

Also, I’m planning to write really quickly to finish up For Whom the Bell Tolls. Didn’t want to but I really want to go ahead and write for BO6. Then again, that fic was NEVER supposed to be that long or longer. Sorry if I speed through some stuff, I just want to finish it and move on then torture you all further.

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[worldheadcanons]

☆ picture this!

requested by no one! gender neutral reader. starring . . . italy, france, russia, & canada. warning for general stalking mentions. fandom masterlist found here. 📌 . . . author notes: i do love the way canada & reader + france & reader have found their own little rhythm within their relationships. ivan straight up sending selfies is frying me but i honestly feel like he wouldn’t gaf. ivan’s reader is somewhat debra morgan coded i’ve realized.. i like the dynamic tho.

feliciano vargas!

— the text comes through about an hour after you get home from work. it’s an interruption to the youtube video that you’re watching on your shitty laptop while eating dinner. an interruption to your video time is a crime beyond words; even so, you opt to pick up your phone and check the text.

— it’s a picture of you. not just any picture of you, a picture of you hard at work cooking pasta for your boss. a clean black apron was tied around your waist and your brows were furrowed in concentration as you tasted the sauce off a wooden spoon. accompanying this picture was a simple message: ‘you looked so cute cooking today, tesero*.’

— you were a private chef by day, cooking and cleaning dishes for this rich family. the father of the family had passed before your arrival, leaving behind two brothers. they were both bachelors, still living in their childhood home.

— your nose scrunched up in annoyance. the shot was a clear one, almost professionally taken. undoubtedly, it was captured by your stalker. how did he get such a good photo? it’s as though the guy took the picture from inside the house. or, he’d been right outside the kitchen window.

— you opt to reply with something just as simple. ‘don’t go near my place of work again.’ he’d managed to get past your bosses’ security and close to the window — it was unsafe, not just for you but for them. they’d treated you well. you weren’t going to risk them getting hurt.

—your stalker doesn’t take too kindly to your words. ‘don’t be like that :( i won’t hurt anybody, i promise. i just like to see you.’

— you scoff at the response before sending one back. ‘i don’t trust that.’

— ‘:(( i don’t like when you’re mad at me. what can i buy to make you happy with me, mio amore?*’

— ‘you can’t buy my affection. stay away from my place of work.’ you huff before sitting back. who did he think he was? you glance back at the youtube video you were watching, only to realize your old laptop had completely shut down. when you felt the bottom, it became clear that it overheated. maybe downloading all those sims mods wasn’t a great idea... after some thought, a minute later you texted him, ‘a new laptop would be nice.’

— ‘consider it done ❤️’. the reply is sent seconds later. you didn’t know it, but he was grinning to himself. a new laptop for his darling, one with special programs already downloaded… what a perfect request from you.

francis bonnefoy!

— your phone dings at work. you pick it up, a slight smile on your face as you recognize the ‘unknown’ number. you ought to make him a contact at this point — he’s been stalking you for how long? and, more important, how long have you been playing into it, enjoying it?

— this time it’s a picture of you at the grocery market, while you were down the frozen treat aisle. ‘didn’t know my sweet had an eye for sweets’ it reads. how cute. your attention’s taken off of your work as you think of a clever little reply.

— feeding into his delusions was definitely wrong; you should’ve gone to the authorities. you had threatened him many times, but never followed through. how could you? he was the one piece of excitement in your otherwise dull life. it’s not that things were bad… they were just too stable. your routine had become monotonous and your mind craved the mental stimulation that good banter could offer; if it happened to come from your stalker, well… if nothing else, he was a source of free entertainment. and, at times, companionship and comfort, despite his depravity. you were just as depraved as your stalker was, though. only difference was that you could hide it. ah, but back to that response…

— ‘looks like you don’t know me as well as you thought’. it’s something of an insult, implying his stalking skills weren’t up to par. it’s also a challenge to prove you wrong.

— ‘really? i know your shoe size and sense of fashion. remember that shirt i bought you friday? and don’t forget i know your favorite foods.’ you can almost hear his voice, a note of irritation hidden within his tone. the mere thought was attractive — god, you really were depraved — a second message comes in shortly afterwards. ‘i love learning new things about you anyways, mon chèr*.’

— i’m sure you do. you let out a quiet chuckle, glancing around to make sure no one was watching you slack off. ‘send me some ice cream and i’ll be nice to you on the phone tonight. buy my favorite flavor.’

— ‘demanding much?’ you’re sure he scoffed before sending the message. he’d walked right into your trap, though.

— ‘i’ll flirt back this time. you can even record the audio. don’t you want that, mon petit ami?*’ thank god for those three years of french you took in highschool. would you really flirt back? maybe. maybe not. you just needed him to think that you would.

— his reply is immediate. he’s caught in your web. ‘ouias. can i have a hint of your favorite flavor?*’

— ‘no. good luck.’ you smile to yourself before trying to refocus on work. tonight would be interesting at least… andyou’d be satisfying your sweet tooth.

ivan braginsky!

— as you get ready for bed, you hear a soft buzzing noise coming from your phone. ah. you roll your eyes as you check the notification. it’s the same unknown number that’s been texting you for the last month. this time, the message includes a photo. as tired as you are, you’re still quite curious, so you open the text just to be met with a dark picture of you sleeping in bed two nights ago. what. the. fuck.

— you knew what night it was because of your pajamas. you were asleep in the photo, body completely relaxed and unaware of anyone being in your room, watching you. your eyes narrow as you read the accompanying message. ‘i just wanted to say goodnight, sleepyhead 😊’. right…

— you’d let the texts go on because quite frankly, they were a boost to your ego. that, and you may have gotten drunk once and texted him back. but now, they had to stop. ‘i’m blocking this number. if you text me again, i’ll call the cops. and don’t come near my house again.’

— his reply takes a moment. ‘you sleep better when i’m watching you, you know. i’m only keeping you safe.’

— you let out a snort. ‘that’s not fucking true.’ your reply is blunt, which hopefully will throw him off.

— ‘i know you love me. drunk words are sober thoughts. you’re just tired now. go to sleep, koshka*.’ well shit, that didn’t work at all.

— you’ve never seen the guy. you’ve never even heard his voice. you knew only his name and the fact that he was utterly obsessed with you. and you? you were.. unsure of how you felt about him. the attention felt good and.. surely it wasn’t bad to want some attention every now and then. still, he was fucking creepy, taking pictures of you from in your room somehow.

— finally, you sent a last reply. ‘goodnight, ivan.’

— you didn’t see it until the morning, but ivan sent back a reply of his own. not just a message, but another picture — a picture sent at 2 am of him in bed in the dark. a man around your age, with silver hair and vibrant, violet eyes. his nose caught your eye immediately. it was.. hot… he was looking up at the camera with a small smile. ‘thought of you as i went to bed. we’re both in bed at the same time, aren’t we? goodnight, koshka*.’

matthew williams!

— it’s a lazy sunday for you. you’re lounging about the couch, enjoying yourself, when you get a message from that special number. he’s been calling and texting for months. by now, it wasn’t even one sided. it was… complicated. even so, you smiled as you saw he had texted you. he usually doesn’t text on mondays. any other day, sure, but you’re certain he hates mondays.

— you check the text out and it’s a picture from an old social media account you had as a teenager. your eyes widen. you thought you deleted it! underneath the picture he sent you a simple message, ‘LOL’.

— ‘where’d you get that?’ you asked him. it’s not like you had the power to scrub your old pictures from the internet but you definitely deleted that account years ago. you’d prefer to never see any of your tween tumblr pics ever again.

— ‘i have my ways. you were a cute kid.’ he replies, much to your annoyance. you’re about to tell him to delete it when he sends a follow up picture, one of him as a teen. ‘just so we’re fair,’ he says ‘here’s a picture of me’.

— the picture captures a lanky kid with pale skin and a nervous look on his face, which is covered in acne. faint blonde curly hair is all about his head and in his hand is an old purple game boy. his nails are painted black and his skinny jeans are of a similar color. the picture reminds you of a different time; a time where emo kids walked about and converse were the coolest shoe you could have. he must really be in love with you. more than obsessed, he was in love. and he trusted you. why else would he show a picture of him as a kid? especially one like that?

— you smile a little to yourself. ‘you were cute, too.’ an awkward kid, you were sure, but still cute. how he’d grown into the man he was today.. the man who fell for you.. well, who knows.

— ‘i still am.’ he replies. he doesn’t send a picture of his face, likely to keep himself somewhat anonymous. smart. but he does send a picture of him flexing his biceps. which.. well, it’s a picture you decide to save. what? you have needs! ‘i have muscle now too.’

— ‘you’re feeling sharing today, aren’t you?’ you tease. every day, the two of you seem to grow closer and closer. he’s grown far less violent, too — maybe because you’ve grown a lot more willing.

— ‘do i get a reward for being so open?’ he says, ‘maybe let me in your house? i’ll be a good boy, promise.’

— you set your phone down, biting your lip. he’s so charming it’s frustrating. how do you even reply to that? you shift in your seat, rereading the message… how to reply, how to reply!

☆ TRANSLATIONS.

— *”tesero” should translate to darling. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral.

— *”mio amore” should translate to my love.

— *”mon cher” means my dear or my darling.

— *”mon petit ami” means my boyfriend, (literally) my little friend.

— *”ouias” means yes or yeah (a very casual yes).

— *”koshka” should translate to kitten. i like to think he calls reader kitten because of how feisty they are; enough of the “sunflower” pet name in fics!

[gummilutt]

Backrubs give comfort

In my many years of Simming, I thought backrubs did give comfort, because it seems so obvious that they would. Apparently EA did not think it was obvious, because it only raises social. I think that's dumb, so I decided to fix it.

Because of how socials are coded a gradual increase is too difficult to be worth even attempting, so the mod gives a one time boost at the end of the interaction. I decided to make two versions, one that has a flat amount for all Sims, and one that gives a different number for pregnant Sims. I figure any pregnant lady enjoys a backrub more than anyone else ever could, so I wanted mine to have a slightly higher boost. Both versions pull their number from a BCON that is included, so it is easy to change to whatever number you want. Normal sims get 40 points comfort, which is 20% or 1/5th of the entire bar. In the pregnant Sim version, a pregnant Sim receives 60 which is just under 1/3rd or 30% of the entire bar.

Download comfort boost same for all

Download comfort boost different for pregnant Sims

No conflicts that I know of. Will conflict with mods that alter social motive and relationship score gain from backrubs. Does not conflict with ACR or inteen. HCDU will find conflicts, load order will not help if there is a conflict. No idea what EP is required, sorry.

Credits: gayars who gave me the idea of the pregnant sim version, and also helped test. Joandsarah who also helped test.

[claudiasharon]

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