#DIY facile

[yo-job]

Fabriquer ses propres cadres photo personnalisés : Guide complet pour des créations uniques et intemporelles

Introduction : L’art de mettre en valeur vos souvenirs Les photographies capturent des instants précieux, mais leur présentation joue un rôle tout aussi essentiel. Un cadre personnalisé transforme une simple image en une œuvre d’art, reflétant votre style et votre personnalité. Fabriquer ses propres cadres photo n’est pas seulement une activité créative ; c’est aussi une manière économique et…

[creativeminna]

Cardigan de tricô listrado que eu adoro, combina com tudo. Já usei muito e agora tá pequeno, eu prefiro roupas mais folgadas.

É a técnica de aumentar de tamanho descosturando toda a lateral e as mangas da peça.

Dessa vez eu não descosturei, eu cortei mesmo. Bem que eu tentei mas estava ficando ruim, os pontos estavam muito quebrados e iria demorar um século.

Tive coragem e passei a tesoura bem rente aos pontos, bem devagar para não comprometer a estrutura da peça.

Eu nunca tinha cortado uma blusa de tricô assim, fiquei com medo de ela se desmanchar inteira, ainda bem que isso não aconteceu. Não pode esticar ela nem um pouco, tem que manusear com cuidado.

Pra fazer o aumento em si eu escolhi uma camiseta velha com a cor creme bem próxima da blusa. Cortei junto com a barra para aproveitar o acabamento. 4 faixas, 2 no tamanho das mangas e duas para o corpo, todas com 5.5cm de largura.

Comecei a alfinetar a faixa a partir do punho e do cós, assim elas se encontram na cava, daí pude medir certinho e cortar depois de costurar.

Achei a medida certa encontrando bem na costura da cava, marquei com giz, passei uma costura reta, cortei o excedente e depois passei o zigzag.

Na hora de costurar a lateral inteira, fiz ao contrário, primeiro o zigzag e depois a reta com uma distância de 0.5cm, assim segura bem os pontos do tricô.

Ficou assim, as costuras da barra da camiseta encontrando com as extremidades do cardigan. Eu ainda apliquei 2 patches de estrela dourada uma em cada lado

Além de eu adorar o padrão listrado, as cores são incríveis, preto com off white, combina com praticamente todas as minhas roupas, fica ótimo embaixo de um casaco mais pesado e ainda tem os detalhes dos botões de madrepérola, fiquei feliz de ter achado uma boa solução pra continuar usando por mais tempo, apesar de ser velho continua conservado.

[mon-gazon-synthetique]

Bienvenue dans la communauté 🌿 Gazon Synthétique Inspiration !

Ce blog est dédié à toutes les idées et inspirations autour du gazon synthétique.

📸 Partagez vos avant/après, vos projets DIY, vos conseils d’installation et vos aménagements extérieurs (balcons, terrasses, jardins).

🎯 Que vous soyez un particulier, un paysagiste ou un passionné de déco extérieure, cette communauté est pour vous/nous.

➕ Utilisez le tag #gazoninspiration pour que nous puissions découvrir et rebloguer vos publications !

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[origami-mama]

Comment Occuper vos Enfants en Hiver : 15 Idées de Joie et Sérénité

❄️ Fatigué.e des "Maman, je m'ennuie" ? Découvrez 15 activités hivernales 🧤🌟 pour occuper vos enfants SEREINEMENT (et avec joie) 🧸✨. Transformez les journées grises d'hiver en moments en famille inoubliables 💖 #HiverSerein #Joie #Famille

Quand les températures baissent et que les jours raccourcissent, c’est souvent le chaos à la maison. Entre l’énergie débordante de nos enfants et notre fatigue hivernale, il devient difficile de trouver des idées d’activités en hiver qui ne se terminent pas par des disputes ou un “Je m’ennuie…” interminable. Alors, comment occuper vos enfants sereinement, tout en gardant votre santé mentale…

[arolesbianism]

A little while back I made a Bunch of new nuggets for my lob corp playthrough and I've been trying so hard to rotate them all in my head but one of them keeps hogging all the brain room so bad and I can't stop her because if I did Id be a misogynist and I believe in women's rights hashtag feminism (her skin is slowly rotting at all times)

[artemanual]

Orquídeas (orquideas) de tubos de cartón -Tutorial #diy #tutorial #art ...

[donlumusical]

MANUALIDADES DE HALLOWEEN PARA NIÑOS. Moldes GRATIS.

Hola, Donlunáticos. Empezamos una nueva temporada y llega una época en la que me gusta siempre hacer alguna manualidad nueva: Halloween. En esta ocasión os traigo este murciélago para decorar vuestra clase, fiesta o rincón del día de Halloween. Es muy fácil de hacer y te dejo las plantillas gratis para que puedas recortar todas las piezas sin problema.   Si quieres recibir GRATIS MIS IDEAS,…

[reasonsforhope]

"An environmental toxicologist in California is cleaning up areas contaminated with heavy metals or other pollutants using fungi and native plants in a win-win for nature.

Where once toxic soils in industrial lots sat bare or weed-ridden, there are now flowering meadows of plants and mushrooms, frequented by birds and pollinators: and it’s thanks to Danielle Stevenson.

Founder of DIY Fungi, the 37-year-old ecologist from UC Riverside recently spoke with Yale Press about her ongoing work restoring ‘brownfields,’ a term that describes a contaminated environment, abandoned by industrial, extraction, or transportation operations.

A brownfield could be an old railway yard or the grounds of an abandoned oil refinery, but the uniting factor is the presence of a toxic containment, whether that’s a petrochemical, heavy metal, or something else.

Noting that she had read studies about mushrooms growing around the Chernobyl nuclear plant, she came to understand further, through her work, that fungi are an extraordinarily resilient species of life that consume carbon, and even though petroleum products are toxic to plants, to mushrooms they are essentially a kind of carbon.

In fact, mushrooms break down several categories of toxic waste with the same enzymes they use to consume a dead tree. They can also eat plastic and other things made out of oil, like agrochemicals.

At the Los Angeles railyard, as part of a pilot project, Stevenson and colleagues planted a variety of native grass and flower species alongside dead wood that would incubate specific fungi species called arbuscular mycorrhizal fungi, which assists plants in extracting heavy metals like lead and arsenic from the soil.

Alongside traditional decomposer fungi, the mixture of life forms demonstrated tremendous results in this brownfield.

“In three months we saw a more than 50 percent reduction in all pollutants. By 12 months, they were pretty much not detectable,” Stevenson told Yale 360.

Decontaminating soil like this typically involves bringing in a bulldozer and digging it all up for transportation to a landfill. This method is not only hugely expensive, but also dangerous, as contaminated material can scatter on the winds and fall out of the backs of trucks carting it away.

By contrast, the plants that draw out the toxic metals can be harvested and incinerated down to a small pile of ash before cheap transportation to a hazardous waste facility.

The technique, which Stevenson says has some scaling issues and issues with approval from regulators, is known officially as bioremediation, and she’s even used it to safely break down bags of lubricant-soaked rags from bicycle repair shops.

“People who live in a place impacted by pollution need to have a say in how their neighborhood is being cleaned up. We need to empower them with the tools to do this,” she said."

-via Good News Network, July 16, 2024

[stuckyslut8]

DIY gone wrong ..

Pairing : congressman bucky x bunny hybrid! Reader (and a little suprise)

Summary : your grumpy and sleepy master makes you do everything by yourself, but then fucks you dumb once he understands his bunny can't do anything right.

Warning : smut, a little angst , dystopian au where hybrids are treated badly. Dark content. Dub con. Do not read if it makes you uncomfortable. 18+ . Minors dni. Edging, dark bucky, morally fucked reader . Bucky barnes is a pu**y whisperer , don't tell me otherwise.

(don't think there's any major thunderbolts spoilers ahead)

You waited for your master to come home after his job, of saving the world.He hadn't done a lot of superhero stuff since he became a congressman , somedays he was wondering if what he was doing was any good, most days he was exhausted from the politics and listening to the commentary from his rivals, or the media tearing his past apart, everyday there a new news article about him.

But through all those days he had once constant thing, his bunny, his pet, who always adored him no matter what , it didn't matter to you what his past was what his present was, all you cared for was him and that was all bucky needed, he thought it was a little selfish at first to keep you in this little bubble , to himself, you were free to go out of course (only to places Bucky had pre approved and only with bodygaurds), you were allowed to interact with anyone (only the people Bucky approved of course). But form the place where you came, the hybrid training facility as they called it, all the freedoms bcuky offered felt like heaven to you. You weren't a dumb bunny , he knew that too , you understood what he was doing and why he did that, it didn't matter to you cuz he was all you needed . But putting on this act of being a dumb little bunny got Bucky so hard , you loved having that power over him .

You had your own bed(which you shared with Bucky of course) , your own closet, your own art room, your own garden, your own kitchen, which you really enjoyed and you know Bucky did as well, when he would fuck you against the counter, or make you suck his cock. "So good bunny, such a good cock sucker my bunny is" .

"thank you daddy " your sometimes call him that , sometimes master, sometimes baby, sometimes bucky.

You were something bucky didn't know he needed in his life until he got you. More like steve has gifted him before his departure with the stones, to a past he'll grow old in with peggy. He knew Bucky needed someone to love and cherish him. He had handpicked you himself for Bucky, and even "tested" you a couple of times before handing you over to Bucky. No one at the facility had the spine to say no to captain rogers of course, they were eager to please him, he just saved the world after all, brought half the population back, he was a hero to all. Though hybrids were rare and not for everyone, America's best soldier deserved it.

"you're so perfect bunny" you remeber the blonde super soldier telling you, as he took you apart in your training room, "such a tight pussy, Bucky's gonna love it, and these perfect tits, I'm personally an ass man but bucky loves tits ," he smacked your ass before he pounded into you again, your voices muffled by the pillow , as you were facing ass up. "But this ass is perfect too, Bucky's gonna take you apart " , he pumped you full of his load, as your roomates watched in envy, of course any hybrid there would love to be picked by captain America himself, he was a sight for sore eyes. You were quite proud of yourself after that, watching the other hybrids face turn green of jealousy, good they deserve it for picking on you, making fun of you for failing your table manners class. "Such a good little bunny.." you could feel Steve's fingers pushing his cum back into your hole, "too bad can't have you myself too, but Bucky needs this and i gotta go back to peggy." You didn't hear a word coming out of his mouth, too lost in your last orgasmic bliss, this was better than any of the times you ever made yourself come. "You know your place , don't you bunny?" You only nod in response.

"you gonna make my Bucky happy bunny you understand? " Steve says , as he leads you to his car. Finally breathing in the air of freedom, goodbye that wretched hybrid facility, hello freedom.

So that was it ,one day you were the bunny of war veteran james Buchanan barnes, the former winter soldier ,the next day you were the bunny of Congressman barnes , you were his bunny but also his love as Bucky would call you. "My wife " he'd say sometimes , "the light of my life " . Bucky loved showing you off at the party's , you loved latching on his arm. You felt pride in having such a man.

But today was a little different. Tired was an understatement for Bucky's current state , he was exhausted beyond words could describe.

After saving the world from "bob" , he just wanted to sleep forever with his bunny by his side, of course. But it wasn't your plan for the night, you were all dressed up in your little lacy blue babydoll that Bucky loves so much, it was 40s style , custom made for you, Bucky loved dressing you up like a 40s housewife and was shameless about it. "My good little wife, know how to make your husband happy", he'd say when you'd cook something for him, or do any chores . He appreciated you, for every single thing you did. But today was so was exhausted that he told "not today bunny,put on your pjs ,we're gonna have an early night" he said.

And you obeyed, of course, but the thing is it's never happened before , what did you do wrong, was bucky tired of you, was he seeing someone else, was it that vile woman's secretary who kept calling bcuky the other day when you were riding him, feeding him your homemade cookies, rubbing his belly to feed him more. So many questions wandered through your mind, but Bucky was sound asleep next to you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his flesh arm wrapped around your middle, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, humping your clothes pussy over his boxers, you tried to be subtle about it, but you couldn't , suddenly his hand on your hip stopped you.

"what are you doing bunny , though I told you to sleep."

"can't sleep bucky, I need you. " You whined. And of course Bucky couldn't say no to you but he was tired.

"fine just fuck yourself on my cock bunny, I'm tired ." He said with his eyes closed.

You did as he said, pulling your panties down , getting his leaky tip out of his boxers, you were confident you'd stretched yourself thoroughly, and lowered your pussy on his tip, it barely went in, you were struggling. You tried twisting and turning in his arms, how pathetic you looked, trying to take your husband's big cock, it was too big, it was his fault really, Bucky never bothered training you into how to do it yourself, he'd always take his time stretching you out himself, with his thick fingers, made sure you were ready before he put his thick member in , it was thicker than a normal one, due to the the serums enchantments of course , and you weren't the one to complain about the way it filled you so good , streched you just enough to make you see the stars.

But today, it was working to your complete disadvantage, you tried and tried to put it in your throbbing pussy. Bucky only got weary of your moments after a while, "what's going on you dumb bunny? Can't take my cock?" You shake you head , "i tried jamie , he just doesn't wanna go in". Bucky loved it when you spoke about his duck like that .

Bucky was already frustrated from everything that happened, and with you disturbing his sleep now, you were sure he was gonna fuck you like crazy, finally.

"can't do the one thing you're meant to do huh? Dumb bunny, always want daddy to do all the work." He said spreading your lips apart, rubbing your sensitive nub, make you whimper.

"yes daddy please, wanna take you , help me."

"my dumb bunny " he positioned you so you were face down in the pillows, your cunt spread open for this display, he gave your ass a couple of smacks, leaving his mark there. You moaned as the pleasure courses through you.

"you just don't know how to work my pretty pussy, do you bunny? " He asks you pumping his two fingers in and out of you at a steady phase.

"no daddy, she never listens to me"

"tsk tsk don't blame her bunny, she's a good girl, unlike you" *smack ,he rubbed your sore bottom soothingly, before *smack. "I know my prettty pussy, she always listens to me, unlike you brat, waking me up in the middle of the night by humping me?" He put his tongue in your hole, fucking you with it, swirling it around the right spots making your bakc arch, you were about to cum, he knew it, he pulled out just in time.

"daddy please i wanna cum" you said , knowing it was gonna get you into more trouble.

"shh don't wanna hear you, I was having a good time with my pretty pussy, I'll let her come when I want to, you shut up dumb bunny" he pressed your face into the pillow bt grabbing your neck.

"my pretty little bunny cunt, always tastes so sweet, no wonder steve picked you, this pussy was made for me " he showered your pussy with praises almost making you jealous. It was silly you thought how this man can turn you against your own pussy sometimes. "His pussy" you mentally corrected yourself.

" you can take me my pretty girl, your took me a million times before, are you nervous today is that why you're hesitant?" He whispered to your pussy, you would've almost thought he said those words to you, but you knew the difference between his sweet talk for you and his pussy.

"don't worry sweet girl, I've prepped you enough" he spit on your poor pussy, making it glisten , he used his fingers to push all the fluid inside your hole, he smeared some of it on his cock, before slamming into you, and your pussy didn't resist as he'd said. Traitor.

Bucky wasn't gentle, gripping your hips harsh enough to leave marks, he maneuvers your body in just the right way so he can thrust deeper. "There you go sweet girl, does my cock make you feel good, it's kissing all your right spots, i know, he missed you so much, my hands were never enough for him" fuck his dirty talk only made you wetter, if that was even possible, brought you to the edge. You thought he was gonna let you come but, he pulled out, leaving your pussy gasping for more.

"come on did you think I was gonna let you some so easily after the stunt you pulled bunny, no , I'm gona edge ya,over and over till you pass out , not gonna stop."

And he kept his word, bringing you so close to your release every time before he pulled out abruptly. He got his releases of course, he'd come in you so many times , he used his cum as lube to fuck you harder.

A few hours later, he finally decided to show mercy on you. "Come on my bunny girl, i think my sweet pussy deserves her reward for takign me so good ,let go for me, come for me "

Your walls clenched around him so tightly, scared he was gonna pull out again,but he didn't he let you have your release at boy it sent you to a state of pure ecstasy,you didn't even realise you squirted all over the sheets.

Bucky chuckled , pulling you into his arms, "you did so good for me bunny, so good for daddy, you made a mess , but you're gonna lick it off of the sheets like a good girl soon I know . You're so amazing, steve would be so proud." He pressed kiss to your forehead as you buried your face in his chest. This was home for both of you , two broken souls, who found each other. Credits to steve of course.

A/N : THIS is my first bunny hybrid fix btw! Do you need a prequel with more details about steve meeting bunny for the first time? Lmk.

[cocodotgreen]

Luxury Horse Barn

One of my sims started breeding horses and needed proper facilities. So I built her a barn that ticks all the boxes!

Amenities:

stables for 8 horses

indoor and outdoor riding arena

pasture

living accommodations for the family (2 bedrooms/2 bathrooms)

groom accommodations (1 bedroom/1 bathroom)

There are 3 Versions:

One uses the box stalls that came with the Pets expansion, and the other two use DIY box stalls made with fences and gates. If you don't know how to use the DIY stalls and you're curious, let me know and I'll make a tutorial.

Details:

Lot size: 64 x 64

No store content used

EA Box Stall Version:

cc-free

packs used: Base Game and Pets

uses the box stalls that came with the Pets expansion

furnished Price: § 186.960

unfurnished Price: $137.465

Download EA Box Stall Version (SimFileShare)

DIY Box Stall Version (cc-free):

cc-free

uses fences and gates to create box stalls

packs used: Base Game, Pets and Seasons for the box gates. But if you don't have seasons you can just use any other two-tile gate.

furnished: 188.384

unfurnished: 141.689

Download DIY Box Stall CC-Free Version (SimFileShare)

DIY Box Stall Version with CC-Fence

uses a cc-fence from the Lakeside Saddlery that looks like actual box stalls

cc-fence not included, you need to download both, the fence and the gates from here.

packs used: Base Game and Pets

furnished: 187.156

unfurnished: 140.461

Download DIY Box Stall CC-Fence Version (SimFileShare)

Things to note:

I had @ohrudi's "Pets need less space" mod installed when I was play-testing. I think the lot will still work without it, but I have not play-tested it without the mod, besides: you will find playing with horses way more enjoyable with this mod!

If you direct your sim to jump the course while the sim is already in the outdoor arena, you will get a routing error. The jumping course works best if you position the rider and the horse outside of it (I marked the area in the screenshot below) and then direct your sim from there to jump the course. The sim will then gallop into the arena and start jumping the course.

Credits:

The beautiful realistic horse coats are from Leo's Workshop and can be found here!

I also used the Hanoverian Template and Coat from the same creator, found here.

And the Lusitano Template from Daruma Fields found here.

The exterior was inspired by the lot "Moonlight Stables" by Rocket Jane. I really liked the look of this lot, but I wanted more stables, an indoor riding arena and a bigger pasture. So I had to build my own.

[captain-huggy-bear]

Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

It starts the minute you suggest calling a plumber to fix the broken toilet...actually it starts way before then. It starts with your friends joking that Clayton couldn't work in construction or do any DIY after seeing a picture of him at the new practice facility build site with his hard hat on backwards...It was harmless fun, really, not meant to upset him, but he'd somehow taken it to heart. Somehow decided that his masculinity, his pride hinged on his ability to fix a toilet when he was most certainly not trained to fix a toilet. He was also stubborn as a mule.

"Clay..." You're trying to reason with him as he crouches on sopping wet towels placed around the toilet to try and clean up the water that had leaked before he'd finally figured out how to disconnect the water...that had taken a while...in fact you'd had to show him where the water stopcock was...he hadn't liked that. He felt he should know.

"I can fix a goddamn leak." He has a wrench in hand, you're not even sure a wrench is needed for the job, and he's sweating. He's been trying to figure out the problem for an hour, refusing to budge and refusing to allow you to just phone a plumber.

"Clay..."

"I'm your husband. I can fix it." He's gritting his teeth, voice low, a rumble of discontent, tight. Everything is tense because he should be able to do this. He should be able to take care of a fucking leak for you without needing another man (or woman) to come in to fix it. Husbands fixed things like that. That was their entire job, right?

"Y'know it's okay not to be good at something, right? Just call a plumber." You're starting to get angry at him...angry because he's being ridiculous. He's being stubborn and normally Clay is so level-headed and reasonable.

"No."

There's a weight to the no and it takes you a few calming breaths to just think. To take in how he's acting, how he's holding himself and to think why. Clay isn't irrational, he's not normally prideful, in fact he's usually the most humbly confident man you know...but he's never liked being bad at something or not being able to do something...He's not saying no because he doesn't want to pay someone. He's saying no because he feels like he should be able to do this.

So you try a different tactic...soft, sweet, the doting wife as you force yourself to walk through the water across the floor and slide a hand in the hair at the back of his neck. Your fingers card through his hair as you speak like you're trying to soothe a wild animal.

"Clay....you're not any less of a man or less impressive if you can't fix a broken toilet." He doesn't answer you, the first time he's not had something to say about the situation in the past hour. Instead Clay's eyes drop to the floor, lips pursed, nostrils flaring out.

"Honey..." You sigh out, hand falling from his hair to his shoulder, smoothing over his shirt, trying to be reassuring, comforting because this is bigger than just the toilet and you can see that now. This whole thing has struck a nerve.

"I...you shouldn't need to rely on anyone else. I should be able to fix it. I'm your husband."

"Baby..." This time you crouch next to him, trying not to think of the toilet water across the floor or the fact you're both still leaning over a toilet bowl. You reach around to cup his cheek, forcing him to look at you, "It's okay to bring in outside help. It doesn't make you a bad husband...besides, I'll still be relying on you.."

The look Clay gives you is sceptical, like there's no possible way you'd need him if you phoned a plumber to fix the issue. So you take it on yourself to explain and maybe exaggerate it for his benefit.

"Honey, I hate phone calls. I hate talking to strangers. I hate the idea of dealing with a plumber...if you don't phone one, I won't. I need you to phone them and answer the door and do all of that small talk stuff because I will die if I have to be perceived by a stranger."

He blinks at you, frown smoothing out as if you've slapped him across the face, trying to simply process what you've just thrown at him.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm deadly serious...if you phone a plumber you'll be my hero."

"Gimme my phone." You hide a smile as you hand it over, knowing you've managed it, played the game just right...and sure you do actually hate phone calls and the idea of talking to a strange plumber about an issue you know nothing about actually is horrible...but maybe you exaggerated a bit, maybe you laid it on a bit thick so he'd feel extra needed, extra wanted...

Maybe he can't fix a toilet. Maybe he can't build you a cabinet or a fence. But, Clayton Keller wants to and that matters more than anything else.

[baileyboo2016]

ok hear me out. what if Lanayru had a YouTube channel

if the links had YouTube channels what kind of content would they make

oh i can so get behind this

time: he’s too cryptid lol he appears in the background of Malon’s ranch vlogs. he makes his appearances stranger and stranger to mess with people bc he’s Like That 

warriors: all the beauty. makeup, skin routine, fashion, etiquette. this is however staggered by him and artemis’ impromptu sparring matches bc she likes to ambush him while he’s streaming 

twi: he’s just a little guy doin his farm things. he mostly talks about fishing and his goats and posts tutorials on how to properly herd and wrestle em. his audience is routinely shocked that he can haul 300 pound rams around. his most popular video is of illia roasting the shit out of him while talo and malo cheer her on (he left epona out overnight at the ranch on accident) 

sky: he knows all the birds. all of em. he’s like the rainbow macaw guy that was just walkin his birds lol. he does volunteer work at a zoo and vlogs about days in the life of a zoology student. he also skydives with his girlfriend all the time and he and wind happily talk about seagulls, and he often introduces his sword at the beginning of his videos. he’s got all the sunshine energy 

wild: he’s just Insane on social media. just a total gremlin. wind shows up in his videos a lot & they do crazy shit followed by a cooking tutorial from wild like nothing even happened 

legend: he’s a nerd. such a nerd lol. he didn’t post often but when he does it’s always an infodump on the most random of topics, esp things he shouldn’t really have the right to know/vaguely concerning bc he knows Everything (with an occasional jewelry interlude with wars) 

four: you never know what he’s going to post. smithing, pranking, breaking and entering; he gets away with the weirdest shit and no one knows how. wildcard fr

hyrule: he does those lil soft aesthetic videos with a lot of travelling, landscapes and rain. throughout the course of his videos he somehow becomes friends with increasingly more concerning animals until he’s just taking innocent selfies with a wolf pack in the middle of nowhere (which may or may not include twi) 

wind: had to think about this one for a minute! i think he’d do a lot of out-to-sea videos and chaotic boat manning stuff with tetra. plus bombs! aryll often steals the show bc of how cute she is and often steals the actual camera itself. she talks about seagulls and fencing. wind also does cartography occasionally with legend bc they’re all about maps 

this was really fun!! i think the tl;dr is that they're simply all too chaotic to not be entertaining XD twi and sky are the only vaguely normal ones

[cityof2morrow]

Q4MAT: Quake 4 Build 007 - Door Pack

Published: 8-15-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY “Industrial-strength designs for 2morrow’s hi-tech facilities, manufactured with real, semi-synthetic materials…” Check out #co2quake for more futurist designs from Quake games, refreshed and expanded with details from CuriousB (2010) and others. As a companion collection to previous #co2quake sets, here are 400+ (!!!!!) colorful/grungy recolors for various doors and 40+ recolors for the 2-tile panels from my EZ Panel Kit (Simmons, 2024). The set also includes edited versions of the one-way “Valuewood Justa Door” (Doc Holladay, 2007; 2006) and deco-only versions of the 4t2 “Not So Inconspicuous” sliding door (EA/Maxis; converted by Jacky93sims, 2024). Pick and choose what you want below – Happy Simming! DETAILS Requires all EPs/SPs. §12-330 | Build > Doors/Columns and Buy > Deco > Wall Hangings All packages with “MESH” in their filename are REQUIRED for textures to show properly. Depending on what door recolors you choose, you may need additional meshes (see below for more details). Some door textures are only 256x256 – ideal for performance but may look distorted if you zoom in really close. Other CC recolors can be found under these tags - #co2recolors, #ts2recolors, #ts2repo #co2repo #co2repopack. NEW ITEMS 2 Another Not So Inconspicuous Doors (“vault door”) (Deco) (530-768 poly) Doc Holloway’s One-Way Justa Door (~400 poly) DOWNLOAD (choose one) ** swatch previews are included in each download

Valuewood Justa Door recolors from SFS | from MEGA Basegame-compatible; custom doors repo’d to this one will share recolors. **see the compatibility note below One-Way Valuewood Justadoor EDIT from SFS | from MEGA **delete the original one-way “Doc Justadoor” file (Doc Holladay, 2007; 2006) Myne Door recolors from SFS | from MEGA You need the University EP.

Unique Separator DOOR recolors from SFS | from MEGA Unique Separator MAT recolors from SFS | from MEGA You need Apartment Life EP for both of these.

Industrial Door recolors from SFS | from MEGA You need the Industrial Door MASTER Mesh by Cyclonesue (2008)

Sim Trek Sliding Door recolors from SFS | from MEGA You need the mesh files by Leefish (2011) **Some recolors are grungy w holes; If you place the doors on adjacent tiles, the frames will overlap (see pic)

2-Tile EZ Panel recolors from SFS | from MEGA You need the 2-tile “…-imgMESH” from the EZ Panel Kit (Simmons, 2024).

4t2 Not So Inconspicuous deco/recolors from SFS | from MEGA 4t2 Inviting Swing Out Door recolors from SFS | from MEGA You need the original meshes converted by Jacky93sims (2024). *the new deco doors are found under columns; minor flickering on the interior

4t2 Community Canvas/DIY Garage recolors from SFS | from MEGA You need the meshes by Moocha Muses HERE (2018) and HERE (2019) Extra add-Ons are available HERE (Simmons, 2024) **the “top” TXTR is actually the BACK of the Community Canvas Garage Door

COMPATIBILITY **NOTE: The Value Pocket Sliding Door (TheNinthWave, 2022) is repo’d to the “Valuewood Justadoor” door BUT with adjusted mapping (see below). This only messes up the “fancy” recolors – but don’t delete them because they will be gone from the other doors as well! All other textures show up fine on the custom pocket door.

CREDITS Thanks: Sims2/Simming communities and a special shout out to all the original creators/modders mentioned above. Sources: Any Color You Like (CuriousB, 2010), EA/Maxis, Glitch Inside (Maknastudio, 2022), Hacked Font (Libeau, 2022), Quake 4 (Activision, 2005), Quake 4 Textures (Klevestav, 2013; 2010), Other TXTRs (Simmons, 2022-2024; Freepik, 2022; Ilexandro, 2018; CuriousB, 2012; Evillaire, 2008; Pixelhate, 2009; 2008).

[origami-mama]

DIY : Que Faire avec des Pommes de Pin pour Noël ?

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 2017 Pueblo style home in Harriet, AR looks like a regular build, but it's actually an Earthship, and is completely off the grid. 2bds, 2ba, 4,662 sq ft, $2m.

This place is huge, so it's a good thing it's off grid.

As far as earthship's go, it's surprisingly beautiful. Usually, they look very DIY and lumpy. This one is colorful, has nice stone work, iron grills and some wood floors, which is unusual.

Nice living room with a stone fireplace. The floor is beautiful. This home had to have been professionally built.

The built-in dining area. Love that table.

Isn't this pretty?

Kitchens in DIY earthships are usually very spare. This one is fully equipped with gorgeous tile.

Very nice, lots of storage.

Nice dining area. Love the big rock.

Beautiful decorative old stove and tile. Love that tree on top of the rocks on the left. This is so beautifully done.

The primary bedroom is very large, and it's open to the rest of the living area.

Door to bath #1. The other bedroom and bath are in another building.

Usually, earthship homes don't have such luxurious baths. This is fabulous.

I've never seen an earthship with a walk-in closet, either.

Fenced garden and an outbuilding.

This could be a sun/plant room or art studio. It's a nice bonus space.

The power setup.

This looks like a dog kennel. The address is Schnauzer Ln, so I'm thinking that the owners are breeders, maybe?

Definitely a facility set up for doggos, and there's a schnauzer plaque. I've had 2 of them- they're cool dogs.

There's also a guest facility. So colorful.

The property is like its own little town, measuring 80 acres.

https://www.zillow.com/homes/2115-Schnauzer-Ln-Harriet,-AR-72639_rb/109082371_zpid/

[cosmiclily]

chapter six: dreams

wc: 2.7k

cw: drinking

A couple of weeks after the meeting, the four of you finally secured an appointment with the head director of the label. It was the moment you’d all been waiting for, yet the anticipation left you on edge. The director had asked for a portfolio of materials—demos, performance videos, and a few polished tracks—and you had delivered, spending days perfecting every detail to ensure the band’s best work was on display.

The meeting was scheduled at one of the label’s premier recording studios, a sprawling, state-of-the-art facility that felt miles away from the DIY setup you were used to. Walking into the studio for the first time was like stepping into another world. The walls were lined with platinum records, and the sleek, modern equipment glinted under the soft glow of recessed lighting. The air itself felt charged with possibility, as though the walls held echoes of every hit song ever recorded there.

Ekko was the first to comment, his eyes wide as he took in the control room. “This… this is insane,” he whispered, running a hand over one of the massive soundboards. “Do you even know what this thing can do? It’s worth more than my car. Hell, probably more than my house.”

Jinx was equally in awe, practically bouncing as she examined the vocal booth through the glass panel. “Do you think we’ll get to record in here? Like, for real? I mean, listen to this!” She clapped her hands together, and the perfect acoustics made even the small sound echo like a symphony.

You couldn’t help but smile at their excitement, though your attention kept drifting to Vi, who was standing near the drum kit set up in the live room. She ran her fingers over the polished cymbals and nodded quietly, her expression unreadable.

“Feels different, doesn’t it?” you said, stepping up beside her.

“Yeah,” she replied softly. “It’s… surreal. We’ve been recording in Ekko’s garage for so long, I didn’t think we’d ever get here.”

“Don’t forget the soundproofing foam we duct-taped to the walls,” you teased, earning a small chuckle from her.

“Hey, that foam was the MVP,” she said, her lips curving into a smirk. “But this? This is on another level.”

When the director finally arrived, a tall man in a crisp blazer with a presence that immediately commanded respect, you all quickly gathered in the control room. He introduced himself as Mark Caldwell and wasted no time in getting down to business.

“First of all, let me say, your demo impressed the hell out of me,” he began, leaning against the console as he addressed the group. “I’ve been in this industry a long time, and I can tell when a band has something real. You’ve got it. Now, the challenge is taking that raw talent and refining it without losing what makes it special.”

He gestured toward the studio equipment. “This place is yours for the next few hours. I want you to record a live session—no pressure, just play like you’re at one of your shows. We’ll use it as a baseline to figure out where to go next. Sounds good?”

You all nodded, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling under the surface.

“Good,” Mark said, standing up straight. “One more thing. This isn’t about perfection. It’s about capturing who you are as a band. Don’t overthink it—just play.”

The four of you exchanged glances.

“Well,” Ekko said, cracking his knuckles, “looks like it’s time to show them what we’ve got.”

“So what do you guys want to play?” Jinx asks, looking at the three of you

As you settled into your positions, the reality of the moment hit you. For years, you’d made do with what you had—recording in Ekko’s garage, using secondhand equipment, and figuring it all out as you went. But now, standing in a professional studio with the best gear and people in the industry at your disposal, it felt like everything was about to change.

And when you played the first note, it did. The sound was unlike anything you’d ever heard before—clean, rich, and so alive it sent chills down your spine. The way the instruments blended was pure magic, with Vi’s precise drumming anchoring the rhythm, Ekko’s basslines adding a steady pulse, and Jinx’s electrifying guitar melodies soaring with clarity. But it wasn’t just the instruments; your voice brought it all together, cutting through the air with a resonance that felt larger than life.

For the first time, you felt like a real singer, not just someone chasing a dream in Ekko’s garage. The way the studio’s acoustics carried your voice made every word, every note, feel like it had its own weight. You started with some new, unreleased tracks, carefully chosen to showcase the band’s growth, but by the end, you let yourself get lost in the moment.

“Alright,” you said into the mic, your tone playful as you looked at the others. “Let’s mix it up.”

Jinx immediately picked up on your energy, her guitar shifting into an improvised riff. “Finally! I thought we were gonna stay on script forever,” she teased, throwing a grin your way.

Ekko rolled his eyes but joined in, his bassline syncing effortlessly with her experimental melody. “Just don’t blame me if we go off the rails,” he joked.

“Keep up, kids,” Vi said from behind her drum kit, her sticks tapping out a steady rhythm as she grounded the improvised jam.

And then you sang. Lyrics you hadn’t planned spilled out, and the band followed your lead. The energy was raw, unfiltered, and powerful. You could feel it in the way your voice hit the high notes, in the way Jinx’s guitar seemed to sing with you, and in the way Vi and Ekko kept the entire thing tight yet vibrant.

By the time the final note rang out, the room felt charged with energy. You looked up, breathless, to see the label director, Mark, grinning on the other side of the glass. His voice came through the speakers, making you jump slightly.

“Well, I think that was all I needed to hear. You guys were great,” he said, his tone calm but full of certainty.

The words hung in the air for a moment before Jinx, ever the bold one, leaned into the mic in front of her. “Wait, great as in good? Or great as in ‘We’re sending your manager a contract tomorrow’ great?”

Mark chuckled, shaking his head. “The second one. Congratulations, guys. You’ve got it. Now go celebrate—because this is just the start.”

The room exploded into cheers. Jinx spun around, hugging her guitar before giving Ekko an enthusiastic high-five. Vi smirked, twirling a drumstick as she leaned back in her chair, the hint of pride unmistakable. Ekko laughed, clapping you on the shoulder.

You stood there, the reality of his words sinking in. This was it. The years of hard work, late-night rehearsals, and doubts had led to this moment.

Jinx threw an arm around your shoulders, her grin wide. “Told you we’d make it,” she said, nudging you playfully.

“You’re right,” you replied, unable to keep the smile off your face. “We really did.”

As you all packed up your instruments, Mark’s words echoed in your mind. This wasn’t just the end of a chapter—it was the start of something much bigger. You looked around at your bandmates, their excitement mirroring your own, and felt a spark of determination.

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“So, what now?” you asked, standing outside the record label building. You were still walking on cloud nine, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your whole body felt electrified, as though the energy from the session hadn’t left you. The night air was cool, but it couldn’t temper the heat of excitement bubbling inside you. “If I go home right now, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”

“Me neither, to be honest. I feel like I just downed five of those energy drinks Jinx is obsessed with,” Ekko said, laughing as he leaned against the railing beside you.

Jinx smirked, swinging her guitar case over her shoulder. “Come on, my energy drinks are what keep this band alive. You’d all be half-asleep without me.”

“You’re the last person who needs more caffeine,” Vi quipped, twirling a drumstick in her hand like she always did when she was buzzing with energy. “But yeah, I’m not ready to call it a night either.”

Ekko tilted his head thoughtfully. “So, what do we do? Celebrate? Grab some food? Go somewhere?”

“I know the last time we went to a club, you guys hated me for a couple of days, *but*,” Jinx said, dragging the word out and batting her eyelashes in exaggerated innocence, “we don’t have anything scheduled for tomorrow. I vote we go out for drinks.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Jinx, the last time we went out for drinks, you ended up dancing on the bar and Ekko got into an argument with the DJ.”

“Correction,” Jinx said, pointing a finger at you. “Ekko got into an argument because the DJ wouldn’t play my request. And, if I recall correctly, you weren’t exactly sober or innocent that night either. You disappeared after claiming you were going 'to the bathroom,'” she said, making air quotes with her fingers.

Vi chuckled, clearly recalling what actually happened. “You know what? I’m down,” she said with a smirk, leaning back against the railing. “I mean, we deserve it after today.”

Ekko groaned. “I don’t know if my reputation can survive another night like that, but…” He shrugged, a grin spreading across his face. “Screw it. Let’s do it.”

“That’s the spirit!” Jinx cheered, punching the air in victory. “Okay, I know just the place. It’s got cheap drinks, good music, and enough chaos to keep things interesting.”

“Sounds like trouble,” you muttered, but the excitement was already building. It had been a long time since you’d let loose, and the adrenaline from the studio session was still buzzing in your veins. “Alright, Jinx. Let’s just leave these things at my place, and we can go.”

After a quick stop at your apartment to drop off your instruments, Jinx led the way to the spot she’d been so excited about.

It was a pleasant surprise. The place was leagues better than the chaotic club she’d dragged you to in LA. The DJ was playing a mix of upbeat and chill tracks that actually made sense together, the lighting was warm and inviting, and it wasn’t packed to the point of suffocation. People were dancing in small, carefree groups, while others mingled at the bar or lounged around tables, laughing and enjoying themselves. It felt alive in the best way—a comfortable buzz of energy without the overwhelming chaos of your previous outing.

You stopped at the bar first, each of you ordering your drinks. Jinx, naturally, went for something vibrant and sugary—her cocktail an almost cartoonish shade of blue. Vi opted for something simple, a whiskey neat, while Ekko chose a craft beer after taking an unnecessarily long time debating his options. You ordered your go-to, letting the familiarity ground you for a moment before following Jinx to an open table near the edge of the room.

As the four of you settled into the cushy seats, drinks in hand, you raised your glass to the group. “To us,” you said with a grin, the words heartfelt. “And to whatever comes next.”

“To whatever comes next!” Jinx echoed, clinking her glass against yours with a grin before taking a long sip of her cocktail. She lowered it, her eyes sparkling as she glanced around the lively room. “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” she said, her voice filled with awe. She gestured with her drink, the blue liquid sloshing slightly. “I mean, this is it. We’re actually doing it. No more garage demos. No more begging venues to let us open for a band nobody’s heard of. We’re in.”

Vi nodded, swirling her whiskey lazily in its glass. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Feels like…” She paused, searching for the right words. “Like maybe all the crap we’ve been through was worth it.”

“It better have been,” Ekko said with a laugh, raising his beer. “I didn’t waste years soundproofing my garage just to get here and not enjoy it.”

Jinx snorted. “You mean *we* didn’t waste years soundproofing your garage. Let’s not forget who came up with the duct-tape-and-blanket solution when we ran out of foam.”

“I’m pretty sure that was me,” Vi cut in, smirking. “I was the one who said it wasn’t gonna hold and then ended up holding it anyway.”

The laughter came easy, the banter flowing naturally as you reminisced about the less-than-glamorous moments that had brought you here. For a while, it felt like time slowed, the stress and pressure of the industry melting away. It was just the four of you, a table full of drinks, and the unshakable bond that had carried you through every late-night rehearsal and every failed gig.

As the night wore on, you found yourself watching your bandmates with a kind of quiet affection. Jinx was animated, her hands flying wildly as she retold the story of one of your earliest shows—a chaotic disaster back then, but hilarious now. Ekko leaned back in his chair, laughing so hard his beer nearly tipped over, his deep, booming chuckles contagious. And Vi… Vi was quieter than the others, but her eyes were bright, her smirk constant as she leaned her elbow on the table, soaking it all in. She looked at ease, her usual guarded exterior melted away in the warmth of the moment.

Your face was warm too, though you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the swirl of emotions bubbling in your chest. They were your family—a little crooked, with sharp edges that didn’t always fit perfectly together—but they were yours, and you loved them for it. Through the fights, the failures, and the small victories, they were the constant that kept you going.

Eventually, after Ekko’s near-miss with his beer and Jinx’s attempt to convince the bartender to name a cocktail after her, you decided to call it a night. The four of you spilled out onto the street, the cool night air hitting your flushed cheeks as you laughed about nothing in particular.

Ekko and Jinx shared an uber, Jinx dramatically leaning out of the window as it pulled away. “Don’t forget, we’re crashing your place tomorrow to grab our stuff!” she called, pointing at you as the car disappeared into the distance.

And then it was just you and Vi, standing in the quiet outside the bar. The sounds of the city buzzed faintly in the background, but it felt like a bubble had formed around the two of you. She stuffed her hands in her jacket pockets, glancing at you with a small, amused smile.

“Guess it’s just us now,” she said, her tone casual, but there was a softness in her voice that made your chest tighten.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding as you worked up the courage to ask what had been sitting at the edge of your mind all night. “Do you… I don’t know, wanna come over?” The words came out as smoothly as you could manage, though you were sure your voice betrayed some of the nervous energy bubbling beneath the surface. You tried to play it off as casual, but the truth was far from it.

The truth was, you had spent the week after coming home thinking about the last night you had shared together. Maybe it hadn’t been planned; maybe it had surprised you both when she woke up in your bed. But in the moment, it had felt right—like you were meant to be kissing her neck, like she was meant to be holding you that way. You had tried to shake it off, to attribute it to adrenaline and too many drinks, but the memory clung to you. And now, standing here with her, it burned fresh in your mind.

Vi tilted her head, studying you for a moment, and you couldn’t tell what she was thinking. The silence stretched just long enough to make you second-guess yourself, but then she nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I’d like that.”

Relief and excitement hit you all at once, but you kept your composure, nodding as you gestured in the direction of her bike. “Alright. Let’s go.”

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masterlist - chapter seven

notes: there is a surprise next chapter lol

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