#THE STEEL PALM

[toriliashine]

Was playing JFA and this is so fucking funny to me

because isn't Phoenix 3 or so feet taller than her??? Did this girl run to a chair and launch herself off it just to slap him? Can she just jump that high??? Whatt

[bluerasbunny]

ok so i gotta draw an actual thing for DCA eclipse (because oh my GOD i love him i could talk about him for years he is so interesting. and im so mad that i was right on them only getting 5 mins of screen time.)

but. here's this very accurate totally canon summary of the daycare attendant in the meantime /j

[tiaamorosa]

🌴Lucky Palms🌴

A Summary of Gameplay - Part 3

First a bit long text. I already mentioned at some point that I like playing with the story progression from Nraas (with some associated addons). And she tells me a lot. Since there are already interesting households and relationships between some Sims in Lucky Palms, this little program makes everything a little spicier. I either let myself be inspired by the messages that pop up from time to time or I ignore them if they don't particularly interest me. But with one person there were a few things that made me go to her and accompany her for a while... unfortunately I couldn't avoid falling into story mode. The little pixels just give me so much incentive. And there will be several parts. Well, enough talking… Let’s take a look.

As I announced, the next household I am visiting is Marisol Loera. She is a young adult, a writer, and lives in a nice big house with a hot tub. I immediately set about making a few rooms a little nicer/cozy. Then I put the young lady through the CAS and I was able to concentrate on the essentials.

Marisol has a romantic interest with Donnovan Steel, that's right from the start when you start in this city. But Donnovan still seems to be interested in other women, according to Progression. I saw Marisol have the “cheated” symbol in her mood section.. And then there's someone else playing a role in Marisol's life. Her best friend Clark Bellamore, who is the leader and singer of a band. And the two of them got closer one day (or rather one evening). and here is the place where the story mode began.

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Marisol learned from a friend that Donnovan had apparently gone over the top again. "Don? It's me… No, don't hang up now, okay? I have questions… But I don't want to talk to you about it on the phone. Do you have time? no, I don't care, please come over"… And Don came by… Quite quickly actually, he seemed to have been nearby.

The doorbell rang a little later "So, what do you want to talk about?"/ "I'm sure you can guess. Naomi called me…"/ "uh… So… I can explain…"/ "I'm looking forward to the explanation!" .(ironic tone of her voice). Marisol let him into the house. But she couldn't look at him. "Hey, about Naomi… It's nothing. It was just harmless flirting, you know I like to flirt sometimes."/ "It wasn't just harmless, you groped her even though you know she's with Jaycen"/ "I didn't grope her, okay? What you did was probably a lot more blatant, …" (Marisol spoke to Don after spending time with her best friend Clark after a concert, the rest will be explained in more detail later).

"I haven't seen Clark for a long time, so I met up with him that evening after his concert". Don made a disgusted face. "Yes, you met him, got drunk and then fucked with him… Have you forgotten what I wrote to you, do you want me to show you again?". Donnovan's voice was a little sterner. "No, I… I just wasn't quite myself at that moment"/ "no, but he was in you… Man, Marisol. I like flirting with other people, but those words were meant seriously. I would have liked to have had you with me that night, shit, really…"

Marisol looked at him wistfully. "Why didn't you say something about your feelings before? You always wanted something casual, you said……"/ "Would that have prevented you from sleeping with him?"/ "Most likely yes, Don. Clark and I, we've known each other since school, we're best friends, and that night … we really drank and talked a lot…"/ "don't blame the alcohol, okay?"..,

"You must find something pretty great about him, best friends or not…"/ "That's not true, he… He's not really my type at all, but he's a nice person and…"/ "Yes, and now you're pregnant, but certainly not by me,…"/ "I know, Don…". Marisol and Donnovan also had longer conversations with each other and they agreed to sleep together with contraceptives because it was too early for them to have children… "Man…does he know about this yet?

She shook her head. "No, I haven't told him yet… Don, I really don't want anything from him"/ "But now you're having a child with him and what about him? Does he have feelings for you?"/ "No… No, I don't think so, he had a guilty conscience because he had taken advantage of the situation that night. I went straight home the next morning". Donnovan shook his head, annoyed. "He may be a cool singer, but he's never had any luck with girls, he's a klutz and he's always on tour with his band. The most he gets is the occasional shag with groupies…". Marisol looked at him reproachfully because of his words. "Don't be like that. But I have to tell him anyway…and what about us now?"/ "I'm not really keen on bringing up someone else's child".

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End of this Part

The conversation between Donnovan and Marisol continued for a bit, but overall Don was annoyed that he wasn't the father of her child (really?). And he once again explicitly stated that he was serious about her. Well…there was always a certain undertone in his voice, but she didn't really notice it. Anyway, a few days later she wanted to talk to Clark and inform him that he was going to be a father. You'll see that next time.

@cozygirlsimmer😊

[rabbitcruiser]

The Shops at Crystals, NV (No. 4)

Architecture critic James S. Russell, writing for Bloomberg News, called Crystals "a fun antidote to the smothering fairy-tale pomp that has become the Las Vegas norm". Another architectural critic, Paul Goldberger, wrote in The New Yorker that Libeskind's jagged shapes "inject the normally dreary precinct of a shopping mall with a shot of adrenaline". In 2013, USA Today named it among the most "amazing luxury malls" in the U.S.

Like other buildings at CityCenter, Crystals was designed to be environmentally friendly, with features including skylights, reclaimed wood, and efficient water fixtures. In October 2009, it was awarded LEED Gold Core & Shell certification from the U.S. Green Building Council, making it the largest retail district in the world to achieve such a feat.

Source: Wikipedia

[immdreamz]

Next day came and we needed to take a picture with Nicole to finalize this relationship and hang it on the wall. It was beautiful date until he went to the club and found Piper dancing wearing her mini skirt again. And then she even attempted to give him one of her inaproppriate kisses. I figured that inapropriate sims would be okay to kiss suddenly with no warning signs which I asked Donnovan to do right after he rejected her kiss.

[lifeinspired4u]

[randomlysnapped]

Keep your keys organized and easily accessible with a stylish key tag chain

[unearthedmirrors]

Henrik Palm live with Les Big Byrd and Barry Steel in June 2024

[gatsbycodes]

Large transitional white two-story stucco flat roof idea Idea for a big transitional white two-story stucco roof

[densetsu-no-stahpenisu]

Modern Landscape Summertime photo of a sizable, contemporary, partially-shaded backyard with concrete paving.

[shotmrmiller]

Simon doesn't care how he comes. He doesn't care if it's your smaller hand wrapped around his fattened cock, tugging it with a gentle twist, smearing the bead of arousal that's welled up from his slit with your thumb. Doesn't care that he usually fucks his fist roughly after a hard day's work with blood still crusted on his fingernails, hard enough to ache. The way you sit beside him, the soft swell of your breasts pressed against the corded muscle of his arm, murmuring words of praise that have his cheeks alight with a rosy glow—

He doesn't care if you use your mouth (you asked, ofc) your mouth is warm around him, the gummy inside of your cheeks slippery— the constricting back of your throat even more so. He sits still, like a good boy, not bucking his hips up, not pushing your head down to take as much of him as you can.

Doesn't care if you make him fuck your thighs— intercrural, you'd called it. How could he when your soft thighs are so smooth and pliable, enveloping his leaky cock with their warmth? Certainly doesn't mind when he glides his head along your slick folds, occasionally catching your swollen clit, hearing your little sharp intakes of breath.

Simon doesn't care where he comes, either. If it's a hand job, he spurts hot, viscous pleasure onto his pudgy stomach, coating the dark trail of hair below his navel and making a mess of your hand. (If you lick his come off your fingers, he's asking you to grow old with him asap)

If it's a blow job, he'll give you a heads-up with a rumbled, "'m, close, so close—" and that's your cue to either pull away, let him paint your cheeks with his spend, or swallow every single drop. (Or let it drip onto his jeans, none of it matters just don't stop)

He'll slicken your inner thighs with his sticky cum, scoop up some of it with his callused fingers, and slather it over your puffy pussy, using it as lube to rub you to completion.

So, when you casually ask him how he feels about a breeding kink as if you were commenting on the weather, his heart threatens to burst out of his chest. Are you asking him for a kid?

But you don't notice how his pupils dilate a fraction or how the skin around his eyes tightens, the corners forming small creases as you continue. "Because I'd been thinking," a small pause, "to spice things up a little—" before he even gets a word in, you raise your hands up in a calming gesture. "Not like there's anything wrong with what we're doing now."

There's a subtle shake to your hands and the grooves of your palms catch the light. Sweaty. You're nervous. This isn't just about him filling you with his cum. He's already done that before— pressed his tip right into your swollen entrance mere moments before finishing. he lets you gather your thoughts, unsnag the words caught in your throat.

And when you finally steel your nerves and say what you want to say (garble, more like) the shrill ringing in his ears is deafening. "You wan' me to wear a rubber 'nd let you take it off." Had he misheard?

The way your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, gaze lowered to the ground, your fingers twisting and turning, uncertain. So he hadn't. Well. How could he say no? Granted, he doesn't understand it, but for his girl? Anything.

He comes to understand it the very first time it happens.

Rolling on the rubber hadn't been different. nor the way he gently stretched you with one finger, two. The spit he'd used as lube to cause you as little discomfort as possible mingling with your own slick, dripping down his rugged knuckles. He takes his time as always, slipping between your spread thighs, watching your face twist, kiss-swollen lips part as he sinks into your heat. He goes slow, hearing you hiss between your teeth, your blunt nails sinking into his chest. He'll have red, angry welts later alongside his dog tags. Claimed by both duty and his little love. "Marked like property," he'd joked once.

You hadn't found it so funny. (Johnny got it though.)

Even with the very small difference in sensation, you're still the best thing he's ever felt. You take him like you're meant for him and maybe you are, but he smothers that train of thought quickly with a heavy hand lest he finish when the fun's just begun.

He feels you shift, even with his body weight that presses down on you with the gravity of a boulder, and he sinks to the root— like a pebble falling into still waters. Your nails tear skin, draw blood. The biting sting of it sends a shiver that sweeps over his goosepimpled skin, arousal tangling in his spine. He bucks his hips in reflex, hard enough to jolt you upward. The discomfort on your face quickly melts away, the sweetened burn of his thick cock prying your tender walls apart finally bleeding into white-hot pleasure.

Simon thrusts again, this time deliberately. Again. And again. He keeps them shallow, dragging the ribbed edges of the condom along your sensitive nerves, gently trying to coax a lazy orgasm out of you— the ones that always leave you syrupy and warm.

He focuses on you. Swirls your peaked nipples with his thumb, nestles his face in the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning over your heated skin. Simon licks a hot stripe over your fluttering pulse, presses a chaste kiss on it, nips your sensitive skin with a little too much pressure when you squeeze down around him—

Cheeky minx.

He snaps his hips, hard enough to rattle your spine, hard enough to hear the way the oxygen is ripped from your lungs. Simon keeps at it, resolute in getting you to the edge, dragging you with him, taking you over.

And then he hears you slur out a couple of words through your gasps. "C'ndom," you mewl, "the condom, off."

Right. He peels himself off of you. He'd almost forgotten —

You're impatient, pushing him away with your bare feet on his chest until he pulls out with a pop, trembling fingers reaching his twitching cock. The rubber comes off after a moment and while he's distracted by the creamy slick coating it, you're already putting him back in you, and your cunt feels sublime.

Divinity. He feels intoxicated.

The pleasure he felt before feels muted now, in comparison. Dull, almost. You feel hot, almost burning— swallowing him up, wet, so wet. The way your walls flutter around him jumbles his thoughts, tangles his tongue. He grinds down onto you with grit teeth, nostrils flared as he tries to keep the searing coil in his gut from unspooling, but he fears it's a losing battle. Beads of sweat roll down the side of his face as he fucks into your tight cunt with a hunger that borders on desperation.

He can see, and hear, that it's different for you too. Your keens and mewls are loud, nails scoring trails of red down his back. Simon leans back a bit, enough to let you watch his cock split you open, strings of sticky arousal connecting between you two. When he changes angle, aiming for your (and his) favorite spot with precision, the squeal you let out stiffens his spine.

Simon needs to hear it again. He grabs you by the cheeks, forcing you to look at him with those pretty, glassy eyes that glimmer with tears. Saliva pools in his mouth at the thought of tasting salt. "Like tha'?" The delicate strands of your eyelashes are clumped together with overwhelming sensation.

When you don't answer, he gives your hood a gentle tap, striking right above your clit. "I asked you a question." He grunts when your pussy almost strangles his cock at his gravelly tone. Simon will remember that for later.

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes, god, just like that." As a reward, he uses his thumb to draw tight little circles over your pearl, fucking you with his full weight behind every thrust. The blissful expression on your features, spit glistening in the corner of your lips, your hand flat, fingers spread wide over your lower belly as if to feel him from the outside— it's enough to almost toss him over that crumbling edge.

But he takes more. Selfish, greedy. Takes what's his with fervor; wholly, unapologetically. "This," he pushes until he can go no more, his tip meeting a firm resistance, "is better than everythin' I've ever had." Maybe it's a stupid thing to say, right here when he's rearranging your guts around to make room for his fat cock, but he's drunk off of you.

There's no thinking clearly with the slick noises echoing in the stuffy room. There's no seeing clearly when his world has narrowed to a single point of contact.

You're squeezing around him like a vise, tight enough that his nerve endings prick with pain. But he keeps going. He takes, he gives, he yearns to watch you unfurl at the edges forever, on his fingertips, on his tongue, his cock but you—

You are both his ecstasy and ruin. He can see it in the way the corners of your pretty mouth curl upward, teasing, eyes glinting with mischief, with the same kind of trouble that ensnared him into your orbit that one lousy night.

"Come in me."

Bloody fucking trouble.

(He wants all of it. The you who'll complain about the hard surface of the kitchen table he'll bend you over. The purple marks he'll pepper on your neck, your collarbone. The you that fights tooth and nail over him eating beans on toast.)

He watches you with half-lidded eyes as his fingers and his cock toss you overboard into the tumultuous sea of euphoria and then— when you're a drooling, limp mess— only then, does he finally surrender, balls drawn up painfully tight,

and fills you to the brim, until there's no more room left in your swollen, greedy pussy. Until it spills from your hole in thick rivulets, until there's no more of him left to give.

(He doesn't do rings. It'll get the both of you killed should he ever get caught. Maybe a tattoo for him and a band for you? Gotta text Price in the morning.) <- oh what barebacking does to a simple man such as he.

this was supposed to have been a 600 word drabble hello. he's clingy and squishy and so sickeningly in his emotions.

[cerastes]

We’ve heard about the seeming contrast of creators that make these super happy saccharine pieces of art being bitter people whose lives seem to be filled with agony whereas horror creators that thrive in the grotesque all seem to be super happy and positive people, the usual “Miyazaki Hayao vs Itou Junji” kinda beat.

There’s a similar, slightly overlapping dynamic between cuisine and blacksmithing. Chefs are the single angriest existences in the world and would piss on your grave seconds after stuffing your freshly gutted corpse in it. Blacksmiths are jovial, usually quiet dudes that work machinery and think your dagger is still very cool even if it’s got some balance issues.

Now, of course this is making reference to the Ramsay style of food shows, which is not the universal experience when it comes to the genre -- I’m more of a Cutthroat Kitchen kind of guy, because I like Mario Party -- but it’s always fun to me to go through an episode of Hell’s Kitchen where Ramsay annihilates his own vocal chords screaming “FUCKING DONKEY” and “IT’S RAW”, then right after, watch some old Forged In Fire and see the Filipino weapon master, Marcaida, test a short sword one of the contestants made and it fucking explodes into shards without nary a scratch on the pig’s carcass, obviously the shittiest weapon you could possibly make, damascus steel shards flying embedded in his arm, and he’ll calmly, with his signature friendly smile, lovable demeanor, and charismatic gait, face the contestant and be like

“Well, you see, Bob, your blade unfortunately suffered a catastrophic malfunction, and it can’t be tested any further. However, the handle on your weapon allowed for some very good balance and ease of swing, it fits my palm perfectly and it swings very easy. Despite the blade fracturing in 7 uneven fragments, we can see that the blade didn’t chip or roll at all. Good work, Bob” then they’ll shake on it and Bob is eliminated, and all he’ll say is “I’m sorry to have punctured 4 blood vessels on Marcaida, but end of the day, the other smiths were simply better, and I’m proud of them. I just gotta go and work on my fundamentals back at home now :)” meanwhile Hell’s Kitchen’s contestants are having a shootout with Glocks in their dorm because someone made fun of someone else’s raw scallops. 

[tiaamorosa]

🌴Lucky Palms🌴

Marisol - Saturday Night Fever (Part 2)

Today the continuation of yesterday, when Oscar was found unconscious on the floor.

"Vivienne…". Clark quickly went to her "Did he take anything, Clark?"/ "He had a bottle of black tequila in his hand earlier…"/ "And why didn't you stop him?"/ "I did, he put it back on the table and then took care of the stereo. Maybe he took something else later…"/ "My God, Clark, what else has to happen? He knows he can't drink any more alcohol… Now come on, Oscar"…

Clark leaned down to Oscar and slapped his cheeks left and right a few times while calling his name. After a few seconds, he regained consciousness. "Welcome back…". Oscar was still a bit dazed. "Man, what…"/ "I told you to cut that shit out!".

After Oscar was able to stand upright again, Vivienne slapped him in the face. "Hey, what was that for?". She stood in front of him with tears in her eyes and spoke loudly. "you know exactly what for, Oscar, and actually I should slap Clark too!"/ "hey, I…"/ "It's my fault, okay? Man, I'm just scared…". Vivienne hugged her fiancé and spoke more quietly again. "I know that, but it's unnecessary. Now let's go home first"/ "yes, go home, Ozzy, I can manage the rest on my own"/ "o.k…. I'm sorry".

Marisol was still standing next to him and was a little irritated. "What was that, Clark? He didn't give me the impression that he'd had too much to drink, so what could have knocked him out so quickly?"/ "He just didn't eat enough… Do you still want to dance?". Marisol found Clark's behavior a little strange. He turned around and raised his eyebrows expectantly. "Yes, okay, let's dance a little".

When Clark and Marisol came down the stairs and headed towards the dance floor… "I don't believe this…". Donnovan was standing there with a woman and the two of them seemed to be flirting with each other. "Now you know what he spends his time doing…"/ "DONNOVAN?!". Marisol's shouting even drowned out the music.

Marisol walked to him with quick steps and almost tripped as she stepped onto the raised dance floor. Donnovan was shocked and surprised and tried to talk his way out of it. "Marisol, you here, I… Hey, that was nothing…"/ "Don't give me that shit, Don, okay? I'm sick of it! You haven't contacted me for days when I write to you or try to call you… So you're that serious about me, are you?".

"hey, calm down now, okay? Nothing happened…"/ "No, you were just flirting, again, and it's never going to end! Don, I can't do this anymore…"/ "What… What does that mean now?"

"You know exactly what that means, Don! Nothing will happen with us, nothing will change…". It took Don a few seconds to assess the situation for himself. And then he showed his true colors. "You know what, do what you want then, you're boring anyway, you couldn't even control yourself". Of course Clark understood what he meant. "You'd better go now, Don…".

Marisol had had enough, not only because he had lied again, but also because he had never shouted at her like that before. It hit her a little and she ran towards the checkroom… "Didn't you hear me?". Don looked angrily at Clark. "What do you want, you little prick? You can't do anything except sing a few off-key notes". That only made Clark angrier. "Get out now, before I lose my patience for good!"

It wasn't just Don who was angry, Clark also gave vent to his displeasure. But no one wanted to stoop to that level and start a fight. So Don walked past him and just bumped him on the shoulder. "Just fuck off, will you? And don't come near her again," Clark shouted after him. Then he had to calm himself down.

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@cozygirlsimmer🙂

[rabbitcruiser]

The Shops at Crystals, NV (No. 5)

Crystals features 500,000 sq ft (46,000 m2) of space, and has 57 tenants, including retailers and restaurants. It opened with 23 tenants, and more were added throughout 2010. Some retailers had delayed their openings due to poor economic conditions, and others dropped out altogether. The mall targets a wealthy clientele and is known for its luxury stores.

Notable retailers at the time of opening included Dior, Hermès, Prada, Tiffany & Co., Assouline Publishing, and De Grisogono. Thirteen retailers made their Las Vegas debut with the opening of Crystals, including Miu Miu, Paul Smith, Porsche Design, and Tom Ford. Crystals includes the largest Louis Vuitton store in North America, with a three-story facility measuring 14,000 sq ft (1,300 m2). Assouline and De Grisogono closed in 2013, and several new retailers opened later that year, including Loro Piana, Richard Mille, Rimowa, and Valentino.

The mall includes water and ice attractions designed by WET. Halo consists of clear cylinders filled with water, which is manipulated by high-speed motors to produce vortices accompanied by colored lighting. Glacia consists of ice columns rising up to 15 feet. Rods within the columns can heat or cool the ice to create unique carvings. The columns are illuminated by light, and the attraction is accompanied by a tone poem from Mickey Hart.

Crystals opened a Princess Diana exhibit in 2022, marking the 25th anniversary of her death. Princess Diana: A Tribute Exhibition covers 10,000 sq ft (930 m2) and features numerous personal items that belonged to her.

Source: Wikipedia

[immdreamz]

Once in a blue moon when the moon wasn’t actually blue, because somebody forgot all the tricks in Photoshop, Donnovan decided to heal his broken heart with another relationship. He went to a club with his new date and met guess who - Piper Sparks. It wasn’t the first time I saw Piper dancing in the club, she’s been dancing all the time ever since she graduated university. I’ve attempted a few tries of this rebound kiss interaction with Nicole and I tried it before with other women but it's seriously bugged and they reject it 100% of the times. So Donnovan had to do it the old fashioned way which was cry on her shoulder and then massage her back till she says she wants to be his girlfriend. 

[incorrect-hakuouki]

Pantry Baltimore Example of a large transitional l-shaped brown floor kitchen pantry design with a drop-in sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, white backsplash, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and white countertops