#Sims logic

[victoriaplaysims]

i don't think i've ever seen a ts4 squirrel before, and it did not disappoint. i'd love to know the simblr community's thoughts so pls reblog and pick your player ^ bc i need to know

[sommeliersims]

Did not know you existed 5 minutes ago, but now we are friends and so I'm totally gonna ask you for a campaign donation. Success!

[tceesgamingworld]

ZOIs have Sims Logic 🤣😂🤣

[rinxli]

This is normal, right? :)

Okay, basically my game updated and in a desperate attempt to not go insane I decided to play vanilla (but sims without CC give me the ick) and that's how...

were born!

First things first I must present Hammy Hammerson to y'all - she was made with the CAS stories quiz. She's a Loner, clumsy and creative adult sim with the Computer Whiz aspiration.

She decided to start a new life in Willow Creek, living as her true self... a giant hamster!

The first day in her new home her neighbors came by to say hi!

"oh yeah, last year a green bear lived across the street haha" - Summer, probably

There's was a special someone that caught Hammy's attention, and the mood changed quickly from there...

Striking a sexy pose! Go Hammy get yourself a man! He was responding SO well I guess it's because they're both huge nerds

She ate- I mean kissed Travis and invited him to stay the night once everybody else had left which means... that they had some woohoo

Travis Scott likes furries.

Next day she left for work (she's a freelance writer), feeling nauseous for not wearing her costume and pregnancy.

In the afternoon Travis came to check how she was doing and hang out for a while (boyfriend goals)

Then she enjoyed the solitude of her home and started writing a Children's book, probably to explain to their future children why their mom lives as a hamster

I was hoping that she burned down the kitchen but had no luck

Next day she asked Travis to come and asked him to move in! (definitely not because she needs more money)

Hammy made a trip to the park even though the baby could arrive at any moment!

I found a pretty mad woman making her way back to her house. She must hate rodents!

Katrina doesn't know how to feel about this

Hammy's back hurts from being so awesome!

I made them do two of these discoveries quests and they were rewarded with strange looking potions of dubious source.

So ofc Hammy drank one and she felt so inspired she went back to writing when suddenly...

IT'S BABY TIME! Welcome to the world Hammy II!

The last day of this adventure they BOTH left for work leaving their newborn daughter alone. They truly are the parents of the year!

So I made Travis come back and hire a nanny, I didn't know he couldn't go back to work so he stayed enjoying his day while the nanny took care of the baby

And that's all for now! stay tuned for the next episode! (when TS4 gets a update and I have to take all my mods out) bye!

[mocuna-sims]

On a funny note, Louis shows up out of the blue to... eat trash. AND immediately after, he is directed by his own free will to go inside and tell Walter a dirty joke...

[victoriaplaysims]

op's caption could refer both to the lobsters and to the wedding party. it's 50/50 but my money is on the lobsters.

there's clearly a secret important meeting going on

its the most important day of their lives guys come on

[vpstrange]

Who’s hand this might be?

[finntias]

they put me in a room. a rubber room. with the distortion. the distortion made me crazy.

[plumb-bob-keep]

The Artisan’s Arsenal: Medieval Means of Mastery

Skill-building items of all types!

Fiddlin’ Around - Medieval Musical Instruments by DavinaOjeda

Ye Olde Loom by Sunni

Hidden Telescopes by FracturedMoonlight

A Simple Monk's Drafting Table by heget

15 Recolors of NixNivis' Exercise Mat by Aureliana

"A Rose by any other Name" Flower Arranging Station by Sonikku3

Making a Skilling: 3 Mechanical Skill Building Tables by mortia

Put the Candle Back! - Candle Crafting Station by Fire_flower

[victoriaplaysims]

finn went down to the humor and hijinks festival, joined the pranksters team who won and with that - completed another aspiration goal! nyon spectre was there, and i wish i could/have included him in our family tree somehow.

if you remember, finn and salma actually has a bad compatability, so my whole plan was to marry too soon and get divorced. but they have been getting along a lot better than i anticipated, and now i'm all emotionally attached to salma, so i figured letting them decide where this goes was the right thing to do.

there's only one problem, salma keeps autonomously flirting and kissing random people (even betty AND penny AND casey, right in front of finn?!) even though her romantic boundaries are set to be monogamous. idk what's going on, but when i saw this i gave up trying to interfere and let it play out. salma hasn't auto-kissed a single person since. maybe it was just a phase lol

[ccycloneblogging]

Happy Eclipse day, everybody!

[luvlian]

barely friends, romance bar at 0 type of lovers

[cult-of-the-eye]

i'm collecting johns jesus christ first it was john watson from BBC sherlock, then jonathan sims head archivist of the magnus institute london, then john doe of the eldritch variety and finally jon podcast watson

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

My hand is resting on Ash’s chest as we lie together in comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The quiet is soothing and I’m grateful he doesn’t feel the need to fill it with conversation, that we can just be here together.

Slowly, I begin tracing my fingers lightly across his collarbone, then up his arm stretched over his head, and back again. He closes his eyes and smiles contentedly, so I continue, brushing my fingertips back across his chest and down his abdomen.

His skin is so soft and pale, it reminds me of the flowering dogwoods that would bloom in spring at the park near the house where I grew up. I read about them in school once and became fascinated by them. I would sit in the grass underneath them and run my fingers along the white petal-like blossoms, examining the tiny flowers at their center.

I make a mental note to tell Ash about them sometime. I bet he’d love them, want to study them and draw them.

The velvety texture of his skin is contrasted by a coarse trail of jet-black hair. I follow the trail down, stopping as my hand grazes past two small scars low on his belly, just inside his hips. “What are these from?” I ask.

He glances down briefly and then rests his head back, “They’re from a hysterectomy.”

“Oh. So, you can’t—?”

“Mm-mm, you can’t get me pregnant or anything.”

“Good to know. So, if you want kids one day, you’d just have to adopt?”

“Not necessarily. I had my eggs frozen, just in case. So, I could have a biological child, I’d just need a surrogate.”

“Really? Do you think you’ll do it? Have kids?”

“Oh, god, I don’t know. I had them stored for ten years, so I have plenty of time to decide. It’s not really something I’m worried about right now.”

“Makes sense,” I whisper as my hand resumes its journey, brushing my fingertips up and down one thigh and then the other before making my way back up again, all the way up to his face, turning it gently toward me. When he opens his eyes again, before I can stop myself, I say, “Ash, you’re perfect, you know that?”

His eyebrows stitch together in a pained expression, “Atlas…”

I know. I know it’s not fair. I can’t say things like that if we’re “just friends”. He doesn’t have to tell me. It’s written all over his face. But look at us, we’ve already crossed so many lines tonight that the walls I’d built up are crumbling around me, and I’m not ready to put them back. Not yet. Not tonight. So, even if I shouldn’t, I have to ask, “Will you stay? Will you sleep here tonight?”

Putting his arms around me, he smiles, “Yeah, of course I’ll stay.”

“Thank you,” I exhale, relieved. "Can I get you anything? Do you want some water?"

“Yes, actually, that would be amazing.”

“Okay, I’ll go get some.”

“Thanks. And, um, can I use your bathroom?”

“Yeah, it’s just out the door to your left.”

In the kitchen, I drink down a large glass of water in one breath, practically gasping by the time I finish it. As I refill it, along with a second glass for Ash, I turn my head slightly to smell myself… just in case. Thankfully, I don’t stink yet, but I’ve accumulated enough layers of sweat throughout the night that I’m certain I’ll be ripe by morning.

I glance at the bathroom door, debating, wondering if it’s a step too far, too intimate, but decide to ask him anyway.

When the door opens, I walk over to meet him on his way out.  I hand him the glass of water and he drinks it nearly as quickly as I did. “Thank you,” he says, breathless.

“Are you tired?” I ask.

“Not really, why?”

“Do you want to take a shower with me?”

“That shower?” he points to the door he just came out of, “Is there even enough room for two people?”

“Not really,” I shake my head with a smile, knowing it’s ridiculous, but still hoping he says yes.

He considers for a moment, searching my face as if he’s waiting for me to tell him I’m joking. When I don’t, he replies with a shrug, “Fuck it, sure.”

Some find it strange, but I enjoy showering with people. It’s intimate in its own way. I mean, aside from the obvious, like being naked in a small space not really meant for two people, placing hands on an arm or waist or back as we maneuver around each other. That has its own pleasures too, of course, but I like getting a glimpse into people’s routines, their daily habits. All those little things that no one else notices, or pays attention to, or has the privilege of witnessing. Like the way Ash never puts his face under the water. He tips his head back to rinse it, gets right up to the hairline, but no farther, ensuring gravity prevents the water from running down over his face.

When I ask him why, he says, “I don’t like it. It makes me feel like I’m drowning.” And then I understand. I remember the story he told me about nearly drowning in the ocean, how he was caught in the undertow when he was a child, how he would have died if it wasn’t for his mother.

We laugh as we awkwardly squeeze past each other, trading places so I can rinse my hair. As I stand under the water and close my eyes, I feel him place his hands gently on my abdomen, slowly tracing the lines of the muscle just below the surface with his fingertips. “Jesus, look at you,” he says, “maybe I should take up rock climbing.”

I let out a small laugh, “It’s fun. I could teach you.”

“Nah, I don’t think it’s for me. It’s a shame you ever have to put clothes on, though.”

“Not tonight, I don’t.” I shut off the water quickly and then turn back to him, “I won’t if you won’t.”

“Deal.” He answers a little too quickly, and then adds, “Not that I have anything to wear anyway.”

“I would’ve given you something if you wanted. Too late now, though.”

He laughs as I hop out to grab a couple of towels.

After drying off, I walk over to the sink and grab a fresh toothbrush from the cabinet below. It’s brand new and still in the package. I hold it up to show it to him and then set it on the counter, “If you want,” I say before grabbing my own toothbrush and running it under the water.

He picks it up and raises his eyebrows a me, “You do this often enough that you keep these on hand, huh?”

I shake my head to reassure him, “No, they’re Dawn’s. She’s super weird about brushing her teeth all the time. She’s almost always carrying one around. There’s like ten of them down there, she won’t care if you take one.”

“Thank you,” he says sincerely as he opens the package and discards it in the trash. He squeezes toothpaste along the bristles, but then stops and looks up at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. You’re just… you’re really nice.” I can’t quite read the expression on his face when he says this, it’s almost as if the sentiment makes him sad.

In a pitiful attempt to lighten the mood, I tell him, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, it’s purely selfish.”

He gives me a small smile, “Oh yeah? My breath is that bad?”

“No, I just want you to be comfortable. Because the more comfortable you are, the longer you’ll stay.” Instinctually, I lean over and kiss his forehead. I don’t know why, it just felt natural to do so, like I’d done it a hundred times before. As soon as my lips graze his skin, I know that I have. I see it. Many times, in many different places I don’t recognize. On a couch or in a bed or even standing on a beach. It feels so real that it takes me aback.  I pull away and he looks up at me with that same look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, knowing now what’s making him sad. I’m not acting like a friend; I’m acting like a boyfriend. And we both know I can’t give him that. Though, I’m starting to have trouble remembering why. Seems like it’s taking more effort not to. “We should get some sleep,” I say, suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” he replies, and then turns away to brush his teeth.

I put fresh glasses of water by the bed, turn off the lamp, and lie down, turning to face the wall because I don’t know what I’ll do if I’m facing him when he comes to bed. I don’t trust myself, and I feel like I’ve done enough damage already. He’s probably upset with me, and I wouldn’t blame him if he changed his mind and decided to leave.

I prepare myself for the worst when he finally comes in, but he surprises me by getting into bed, scooting over to me, and pressing his entire body against the length of mine. He wraps his arm around me and squeezes me tight, kissing the back of my shoulder. I don’t know why he’s chosen to be so sweet to me, but I’m grateful for it. I close my eyes and allow myself to relax into him as I drift off to sleep.

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[isimchi]

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Here's one more colorful default to share today: a Strangetown-themed afbodyslob that's more slob in a bummy way than in an unhygenic way!

Your slob downtownie will be wearing an old marathon tee with a peeling decal, galaxy sweats, and off brand sporty slipper slides. This only replaces the texture of the original maxis mesh, so it should be compatible with other mesh only defaults.

Credits: -The texture is an original by me, but my drawing/design was inspired by Lisa Frank's aliens design. -Maxis for the mesh.

The tinfoil hat is by Cynnix on MTS! You can find it here.

Edit (9/24) Added a custom version for those who don't want this as a default. Download: SFS | MF

[holocene-sims]

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june 3, 2022 2:00 p.m. newcrest counseling

"i'm really happy to hear you think you worried too much, but what makes you say that? did you feel differently than you expected?"

"i did, actually. as i've figured out over the last week, doing the work to become a healthier person means i know how to better manage negative emotions. i often still default to seeing myself as the person who just falls apart as soon as i feel any emotion less pleasant than neutral. at first, when i was on the plane and then in my hotel room alone, i was battling negative thoughts, but i turned it around pretty quickly. to be honest, that was weird. i'm so used to having to completely lose it before i can recover. recovering at the first very tiny peak in severity is almost a miracle.

finding the good things, however small, to focus on last weekend was what helped me revert my mood and stop feeling icky before icky became horrendous. the negative thoughts on my mind, i redirected to the best of my ability. like, for example, okay, if i never fly an airplane again before i die, i'll just be thrilled i could do it for a few years. a few wonderful years is better than zero years. little kid grant never thought he'd survive past 18, let alone follow his dreams. if time travel were possible and i could go back and tell grant kid he flew an airplane one day, he'd never fucking believe it. so, i already won. nothing can take that away.

on that note, i'm historically not the best at being open to good things or experiences. i'm at least prone closing myself off to relishing them once they're over. i spent so long being lashed by the world with no end in sight that i don't trust goodness, you know? i expect people to get fed up with me or to hurt me. i expect the universe to screw me over. i also believe i don't deserve goodness, and i've thrown away good things myself for that reason alone. i think i'll struggle with those specific thoughts for a very long time, but i do know that i am learning move past them. i'm learning to believe i deserve better and to appreciate things more and to extract what i can from my experiences.

i realized i was moving past those thoughts for the first time after dealing with my ex and then cutting off my dad for the second time, but especially after my dad, and now i'm confirming the changes. i felt like hot garbage for weeks after that final conversation with him because i just did. reminding myself of how truly horrible he was as a father hurt, but after a while, i was glad i told him the truth, and suddenly, i had much more appreciation for the male figures in my life who were or are kind to me. a burden was legitimately lifted off my shoulders, and old me would have never managed to find anything positive in that situation, so the fact that current me did says a lot. if i can find something positive there, i can find something positive anywhere.

but hey, i'm not even getting to the most fulfilling part of why i felt differently than i expected. the wedding was genuinely great, and i ended up wasting no substantial amount of time absorbed in my own feelings, so i got to be present with my friends. even when i was pretending my trauma didn't exist years ago, i spent so much time stuck in my own head or my own body, always filtering every personal conversation through that lens, and you don't get how much energy and attention that soaks up until you can be fully present with people. of course, it helps that i knew all these people and knew i could relax and trust them, but still. it felt good to be able to devote my entire attention to celebrating them and their lives and not have split it between them and my own exhausting thoughts."