being from a family of athletes is to never know peace because how has my brother just accidentally torn the door off of our fridge trying to get a glass of apple juice. it’s a monday
finally done. i tried to make it as accurate as possible, but the sims 4 has quite a few limitations and even the references i had contradicted themselves sometimes so i had to use a bit of artistic liberty.
they dont seem to keep much clutter around the house but i wanted to give it a more home-y feel, so i just imagine that after chise moved in it got a bit more cozy.
starting to get really excited about my progress and some of the stuff i've coded up so thought i'd go ahead and tentatively announce the small side game i'll hopefully be doing for the Once Upon a Time and Winter VN jams
can an awkward, anxious young man, against all odds, make it to the ball Christmas party and find his prince?
"our cinderella" will be a silly sweet stat management + texting sim VN and probably the most ridiculous and self-indulgent thing i've ever made. i hope i'll be able to finish it in time for the holidays as a little treat~
I feel like all the weird responses to the variety of polls coming out that in some way shape or form ask "is it ok to engage in sexual activity in a place that is not your/your partners bedroom" really show how cooked we are on like. a basic social level
People joke about ADHD all the time, even swear up and down they totally think they also have it, but then if you ask for an accommodation, to please please please provide things in fucking writing, EXACTLY what they want and need, you will even work it out WITH them, like they promised they would do — repeatedly over and over, and then you don't get it people really will fucking be like:
I am using the incorrect bathroom (TM) to place my shelving and store my things. Homegirl literally removed various sundries and toiletries from a CLOSED CABINET and SHELF because she's interested in boundaries and accountability for my mess.
I said months ago I wanted to improve things for her comfort level and needed a written list of what precisely that fucking looked like in order to achieve it and not miss anything she deemed important. I explained how ADHD works, why I needed a written reference. Why I had to have it laid out, and if something needed changing we needed to write it all out. I would've made the list myself, but they said they would make it for the whole house to hold up their end of things. And, thinking this was a very reasonable adult solution to keeping the house in good shape, I said okay, come up with the list of expectations and what is needed and that way we can update how we handle chores. Awesome. I will do that to uphold my end.
No list ever gets made or drafted or anything despite my bringing it up, knowing we need to do it, but I DO get berated for failing to meet expectations and boundaries that were never fucking provided or delivered and include "don't store toiletries in this particular bathroom because I don't like it."
I can't believe I am a goddamn adult who gets treated like an idiot child for expecting adult communication instead of snide ass passive aggressive bullshit and basic respect for my things.
Because when I fucking get home, my shelving has been removed and a cabinet emptied of my things and placed in the "correct" bathroom.
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Oh shit she solved it, this doesn't look cluttered at all!
What a vast improvement to storing things in appropriate storage!