#knacker

[fred-the-dinosaur]

Incorrect Star Trek because it's actually Cabin Pressure again

Link to the rest of these

[k-wame]

Jacob Elordi Saltburn Press · Extra TV · 2023

[kk1smet]

If Draco had lingered a moment more... he would have caught Potter looking back.

[ominus-potato]

Marware and mistletoe bc it’s Christmas and I need my OTP rn. Might do other ships idk. I wanna do more badgehunter and Wreniles since those are my other favourite ships.

[timkontheunsure]

Part 1 Blitz & BPD coding

Ok quick bit first before getting into the nitty-gritty. So to have BPD you need to have 5 of these 9 traits:-

(putting as by proxy with him cus damage your image is harmful to your psyche).

Poor bugger looks to have 9 of 9

Alot of BPD patterns and strategies comes from childhood trauma, and Blitz has this in spades.

Scapegoat and attachment style

Cash is clearly a narcissistic Dad, see the kids as tools.

Cash uses Blitz's love and Strong attachment to his Mum to force Blitz to be useful to him, and do what he wants.

This sends the very strong message that love is conditional. That it is bought through what he can do for another. And that without being useful love and affection will be withdrawn, because he doesn't really deserve it.

We see wee tinny Blitzo struggles with making balloon animals, is a little clumsy, has a sense of humour that not a crowd pleaser. This puts him at the bottom of the pecking order.

This position is the scapegoat. Blamed for anything that goes wrong (fire), to keep the others in line (Fizz told done on purpose), given the most dangerous jobs (rob a Goetia), and given the lest love and affection.

Narcissist see people as tools or a burden. All love from Cash is conditional/transactional.

How Blitz gets love is to be used or to be useful. This the rule.

Affection freely given can't be trusted. It is a lie. This why any Stolas shows has to be either ignored, or change to a kink of "getting plowed by people you look down on". Making himself used.

But Stolas breaks this when he says Blitz "no longer have any obligation to see me, to touch me, to bed me, you are... you are free of me." He panics that he's being abandoned; "I can be better", "I'm I not fucking you good enough" are his immediate responses. Trying to get back to the safety of what he knows.

If they're no 'obligation' then there can't be affection and he wants to Stay with Stolas. And if there's no 'obligation' Stolas telling him he cares must be a lie.

He's slowly coming to see that this isn't always the case in apology tour; when his "earning" his way through sex is rebuffed again.

(It may not be Stolas' kink; but being fucked by an all powerful prince who degraded his a little might be Blitz's 🤭).

After the accident this rule gets a second fun extra playmate that anyone who loves him will be hurt. So Blitz must push them way, to keep them safe from him. These 2 rules give Blitz the disorganised fearful-avoidant attachment style. (Woo go him, give him a cookie. Or you know all the nope, but still give him a cookie).

Disorganised fearful-avoidant attachment comes with a push-pull of wanting to be close but close relationships are scary. (Like running away from Voroskia for loving him).

He is getting better by refusing to be dismissed by Stolas, and coming back the next morning. And even talking to him at the party.

But mostly this bit: "Oh, sorry, this entire time I assumed the worst because I was convinced a prince could never love someone like me, and I've let my self hatred stop me from apologizing to anyone I could ever care about!" Blitz in a nutshell everybody.

His self hatred makes him to self sabotage any romantic relationship before it gets to deep. To protect the people he likes and makes sure they can't love him. Because he doesn't deserve it. Thems the rules after all.

Cash and the accident has taught Blitz to hate himself.  

It's also likely why Blitz thinks apologies are for pussys, and that no one deserves one anyway.  Those sound like words put in his mouth for daring to ask his dad to say sorry. 

He doesn't think he's worth it.

(Added the cuddles pic cus I like the cuddles). And Blitz still doesn't trust that he deserved to be forgiven by Fizz.

This self hatred is why he can't picture anyone loving him, let alone Stolas

"This whole thing we had going... I'm- I mean you're a fucking prince. How could you ever actually care for an imp... Me? How could anybody?" "Stolas, you are better off without me. 'Kay? You deserve so much... I don't even".

No one is allowed to want him.

End of part 1

I'll stick the link to the next part when I get done it, but might be a bit.

Next time some such fun shenanigans as:

Difficulty regulating emotions

Being a burden & how to be useful to IMP

Spitting

Massive fear of abandonment

Emotional loops

The Deal

Chronic feelings of emptiness

Self hatred & the Belief others Must hate him

(his cookie)

As normal is absolutely fine if you don't agree. This is just something I like to do.

[rowyndodendron]

Odysseus being referred to in THE ILIAD by the epithet "long-suffering" kinda has me snorting I'm not gonna lie (bc im a terrible person sometimes)

But like oh dear. Oh sweet pea. Oh poor unknowing honey muffin: u got a (lot of) big storm coming.

[raineandsky]

#137

tw: mentions of death

“You might consider yourself lucky, [Hero],” the supervillain snaps coolly, “being here, still alive. You are only alive because I let you—because you are much more fun to slowly squeeze the life from, until you’re begging me to end it all, and we will have plenty of time for that.”

With one last cold glare and a swish of his coat, the supervillain leaves the hero in the dungeon. The hero would be inclined to call it a prison, or even a cage, but the walls are damp and there’s bloodied chains sitting in one corner, so in their mind this counts very much as a dungeon.

They settle against the cool stone as comfortably as they can manage, which frankly isn’t comfortable at all. They close their eyes, a sigh escaping their lips. They’re prepared to face whatever agonies are doubtlessly ready for them ahead. Waiting for said agonies will be boring, that’s all.

“You too, huh?”

The hero opens their eyes to glance across the dungeon, to the other side of the darkness. They can only just make out the outline of a figure sulking in the other corner, but they recognise the voice all the same.

“Fancy seeing you here,” the hero says with a short laugh. “What did you do?”

The villain practically growls. “I’m not entertaining you.”

“It’s not entertainment; I’m just curious.”

There’s a second of silence, and the hero thinks they might get an answer before the villain simply says, “You first.”

“Fucked up.” The hero shrugs, though they can’t tell if the villain can see it or not. “Did something not particularly heroic.”

The villain shifts a little, chains clanking together with the movement. “Huh.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I figured it must be something bad.” The villain makes a noise that might be a laugh or a scoff. “[Supervillain] doesn’t get super serious with just anyone.”

“Must’ve been pretty serious for you to end up down here, then,” the hero comments with a huff.

The villain raises an hand to their face, and the hero gets a glimpse of the line of chain trailing from their wrist.

“Oh, it’s whatever. I also fucked up. Did something…” The villain grapples for a word awkwardly. “Not villainous.”

The hero barks a laugh that seems to make the villain jump, if the sudden clank of metal is anything to go by, but they can’t help it. A newfound anti-hero and a good-hearted villain sharing a supervillain’s dungeon. What a pair they make.

“You’ve peaked my curiosity,” the hero says brightly. “Please, continue.”

Like a broken record, “You first.”

“Ah, y’know, the usual.” The hero doesn’t really want to say it out loud. “I, uh… I killed someone.”

“Oh.” The silence following that is uncomfortably long, until, thankfully, the villain adds, “Yeah, you’re right, that’s not very heroic.”

The hero nods, though they’re not sure if the villain can see it. “I didn’t mean to. It was another villain. I don’t know who—they had red hair and glasses.”

“Oh,” the villain repeats, a little more strained this time. “Yeah, that’ll do it. They’re one of [Supervillain]’s favourites. Or were, I suppose.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Eh.” The villain waves a hand at them nonchalantly. “I didn’t really like them, honestly. They were always showing me up in front of [Supervillain], but I think that’s why he liked them. I wasn’t as willing to throw my comrades under the bus for attention.”

They clear their throat awkwardly, and the hero takes the hint. “What about you, then?” they ask shortly. “What did you do?”

The villain sighs, the puff of warm air catching in the one strip of sun lighting the place. “Well, quite the opposite.” A cough of a laugh jolts them slightly, like they weren’t expecting it. “I stopped [Supervillain] from killing someone, and they got away.”

The hero sits on that for a moment. “That’s very noble of you,” they offer eventually.

“Oh, don’t you start.” The villain tsks in annoyance. “I already have [Supervillain] calling me soft for it.”

“I can’t blame him. I mean… are we sure I’m the hero and you’re the villain here?”

The villain laughs like the idea is ludicrous, and the hero laughs too because it is, but then a silence falls over them and the hero knows that they’re both thinking the same thing.

“You know,” the villain starts slowly, “I’ve never really liked being here.”

The hero snorts humorously. “I can’t say I’m a big fan of grotty dungeons either.”

“Not here, you moron,” the villain snaps. “I mean here, with the villains. As one of them.”

“Oh, cheers to that. The agency has too many rules.”

“This hellhole doesn’t have enough.”

“Well,” the hero says brightly, “I’m sensing something big is happening here.”

The villain hums thoughtfully. “Can we maybe talk about it outside of the dank dungeon?”

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask.” The hero’s mind is already running through plans, scenarios, ways of escape. It’s always easier with a teammate, anyway. “Let’s get the hell out of here and start our new lives.”

[vintage-tigre]

[sparrowplayssims]

Update 3: Another update, I know. This fixes the wardrobe completely. I had to remake it from scratch but it now has anims and working wall masks! Get it HERE (Post download is updated)

Update 2: Forgot to update the collection file with the new GUIDs, download it HERE

Update: Changed the GUIDs to the one in the block I claimed way back in 2018, redownload if you've downloaded it :)

One of my favourite furniture sets over the years has always been the Tivoli, Plantation set by blake_boy over at ModTheSims. As well as some super cute dressers by rgdyanne over at Sims2Artists. I heavily recommend both sets with this pack.

I've used it way too many times and around October of 2022, I ended up feeling like I wanted to work on some addons for it. I've always wanted to get into making actual objects in Sims 2 since I love making things for another irrelevant game I mod. I decided this would be a great way to try and learn.

Included is the following:

Pet Bed (Linen is slaved to maxis bedding)

Cat Condo (Fabric is slaved to Los Gatos Condominums/cheap condo)

Bunk Bed + Ladder + Top Bunk Mattress

2 Tile Armoire

1 Tile Armoire

Bookshelf (Plus Empty Version)

4-Tier Shelf

4 different Shelf Inserts

Pet Bed Shelf Insert for 4-Tier Shelf (Bed slaved to Comfy Pet Pillow)

Wall Shelf

Thin Shelf/DVD Unit

Thin alternatives to end tables in the original set

Tiny open end table

Built In Closet (Based on the Apartment Life one)

2 Tile Desk

There is also the option of desk widening! I find that on the original desks, my sims' PCs would hang off the edge which is not ideal.

I'll keep them separate in case you want to keep the originals :) Same filename and GUID as the original. I did try to make the wider ones a separate GUID but it didn't work so I'm gonna leave that for now and figure it out at some point.

Download:

Addons - SFS

Desk Edits - SFS

Collection file included, including the original set by blake_boy and the dresser addons by rgdyanne.

Mesh details under the cut.

Pet Bed | 876 Faces / 1189 Vertices

Cat Condo | 2148 Faces / 2700 Vertices

Bunk Bed | 3726 Faces / 6599 Vertices

Ladder | 204 Faces / 248 Vertices

2 Tile Armoire | 2732 Faces / 4903 Vertices

1 Tile Armoire | 1946 Faces / 3570 Vertices

Bookshelf | 1099 Faces / 1905 Vertices

Empty Bookshelf | 868 Faces / 1391 Vertices

4-Tier Shelf | 844 Faces / 1370 Vertices

Shelf Insert 1 | 330 Faces / 526 Vertices

Shelf Insert 2 | 192 Faces / 280 Vertices

Shelf Insert 3 | 540 Faces / 778 Vertices

Shelf Insert (Also a shelf) | 12 Faces / 24 Vertices

Pet Bed Shelf Insert | 686 Faces / 840 Vertices

Wall Shelf | 538 Faces / 576 Vertices

Thin Shelf | 820 Faces / 1121 Vertices

Thin End Table - Open | 404 Faces / 819 Vertices

Thin End Table - Drawers | 476 Faces / 993 Vertices

Thin End Table - Handles | 742 Faces / 1000 Vertices

Tiny End Table | 428 Faces / 896 Vertices

Built-In Closet | 2826 Faces / 3885 Vertices

2 Tile Desk | 664 Faces / 1384 Vertices

Top Bunk Bed | 952 Faces / 620 Vertices

Whew... With that over with, enjoy!

Any issues at all, let me know!

(I'm off to bed haha)

[aquitainequeen]

I was sitting in the dark thinking about cannibalism Furiosa’s depiction of Dementus and his connection to motorbikes.

When we first see Dementus, he’s seated before a sleek, gorgeous and clearly venerated bike, pristine in this most wasted of lands, while the History Man preaches of its make and properties. Instantly we can tell that the bike isn’t just Dementus’ favoured mode of transportation, it’s his idol, his beloved.

The reverence that Dementus holds for motorbikes brings rewards. He cuts a splendid and imposing figure as he drives a carriage pulled by three bikes at once, leading an ever-growing pack of followers on their own modes of transportation. The bikes and their riders are kin to their lord’s flesh and blood hounds; fleet enough to hunt down, corner and harry larger lumbering prey, slavering to be in at the kill of a deposed leader.

Then Dementus gets a hint of the abundance of the Citadel and the potential of Gas Town. Once he uses his warriors on bikes to take the latter, Dementus ends up forsaking motorbikes and the nomadic lifestyle to settle down and live on high in a penthouse, growing corpulent. The Octoboss and his own followers defect from him and race across the desert on bladed feet or take their bikes to the air to survive, while Dementus makes grandiose declarations from the back of a monster truck, all his splendour and charisma gone.

If Dementus had been riding a bike like his followers, he wouldn’t have caught Furiosa and Jack; they would have been able to slip from his reach and speed away to a spot where they could mount their own bikes and escape him utterly, setting out for the Green Place. But while he returns once more to using bikes as a means of executing Jack – his metal hounds preparing the feast for his flesh and blood dogs – one of the bikes betrays Dementus. One of them allows Furiosa to flee from him, carrying her far enough back to the Citadel that she can bear word to Immortan Joe.

He can trot out his chariot and have it driven behind his truck in pride of place, very nearly in the front of the procession of his forces, but soon Dementus’ metal pack is reduced to a few bikes in the desert, and then not even that once he swaps his chariot for Smeg’s very inferior vehicle (with a dummy for handle bars) and flees into the storm. The man we met in a tent while venerating a bike, surrounded by his followers and horde, is now reduced to a man in a tent formed out of his bike, content in the shelter that it provides; back in familiar territory, not resentful but resigned, ‘here we are again’.

[garagepaperback]

dandy They go to five different shops and still nothing. Ron suggests and then insists they break for food, which Harry allows because the next shop is in France and even if he pushed his fringe aside and they managed a last minute international Floo with no reservation, it still doesn’t open for another hour. 

Across the tiny bistro table at Hera’s, the posh little cafe off Diagon that both of them hate, Harry’s halfway through writing back to Pansy for the fourth time this morning. Ron, with a mouthful of his second inexcusably expensive mini breakfast roll, says, “Is it really that big of a deal?”

Harry blows out a lung and half’s worth of air, considering that response enough and folds the note up, shoving it towards the owl waiting at the open windowsill. It shouldn’t be this hot for early June. He woke up sweating, if he’s being honest, due to a couple of reasons. One of which is currently filling his stomach with lead, which reminds him of the small box in his pocket, resting against his thigh which is the reason and somehow also lead - getting the hair potion is the simpler task to focus on. 

“How about just doing a date night in a week or something?” Ron manages to sound almost like he believes it. He works innocently through another bite of sausage, bacon and egg but the smirk leaks through.

“Yeah. He’d love a quiet, no-fuss thing on his lunch break, maybe. It’s not like he’s one for details or drama or anything like that.” Harry belatedly notices the owl still there, staring at him, and bargains with a messy three-quarters of his already quite small pastel de nata, shooing it away once it accepts the bribe. Pansy’s in charge of the fireworks and she’s being a complete wanker about it.

Maybe that isn't fair - he’s very tired. Harry hadn’t actually woken up today as much as eventually conceded that it was morning after a full eight hours of staring at the back of his own eyelids. Next to him, Draco, however, had slept like the fucking minister of sleep, like an angel that was born only to dream and look really docile and soft and comfortable or whatever other kind of thing slept well - Harry doesn't know, he's too knackered for the metaphor. 

Just before bed, Draco checked the post and grumbled that the fancy hair potion he'd ordered last week hadn’t shown up and then Harry’s entire plan for today had begun its slow-motion avalanche. It’s bordering on a real disaster, at this point, though he can’t really tell if the feeling is actually big or it's the enormity of the day itself making everything feel huge. He drinks a hurried mouthful of coffee and leans over a little, staring through the window like that might summon the owl back quicker. 

“Do you think it matters that much? Like, in terms of the whole plan, d’you think he really cares about getting the shampoo he likes?”

“Not sure if you’ve met him.” Harry says, not taking his eyes off the empty street, the view from the window. It just feels like the owl could come back faster this way, and once the fireworks and the semi-legal aura-borealis-in-a-bottle are all confirmed, he can relax even just a single molecule more. “But he’s sort of like a really finicky breed of show cat. That I live with.”

Ron supplies, “And, that you shag.”

“And, that I shag.” Harry smiles.

“That you’re gonna marry.”

The smile stretches, dangerously close to huge. “That I’m going to marry.”

“I think, who cares about the shampoo, then.”

“I care.” Upending his glasses, Harry digs a knuckle into one eye, like he can push back the exhaustion and heart-obliterating anxiety and whatever other massive, wonderful, terrifying feelings linger all over, brimming just under the skin. “It’s not about the hair potion, though he is like, one Victorian petticoat thing away from going full dandy." Harry pushes a hand through his hair, looking back at Ron. "There's no way he's gonna say no, but it’s just... worth doing. Not to convince him, but. He notices stuff like this, all these little things, which makes me notice more little things, which makes the whole world feel like it's got more to it, like it's deeper or fuller or something and it's because of him that I-”

“Okay, save it for the vows, Merlin.” Ron pops in the sixth and final mini roll and stands up, chewing and thoughtful. He checks his watch, all in, Harry’s best fucking man. The best man. “Percy should be behind his very important department of transportation desk by now. We can bully him into getting the Floo authorization for bloody Paris, and still be back in time to meet Ginny at the bakery to get the cakes off to Wiltshire before your future husband even wakes up and wonders where you've gone off to.” “Future husband.” Harry repeats and Ron's grin is wildly contagious. Or maybe it's been idling in him even through the sleepless night, because he actually couldn't wait for today and today could hardly wait for him. Standing, he finishes off the coffee and runs a nervous, ready hand over his pocket. Inside, a weightless thing made enormous because it's the whole rest of his life, eager to arrive.

for day 27 of @microficmay

[zurdurer]

Dances around you erm uh can I perchance request. Wait omg as I was typing this i had the biggest brain idea. The nerds from npmd. But as sonic creature things. Kaboom

I love you for this it was so fun 💥💥💥‼️‼️

Peter is a cat mobian! Think Blaze but sad and kind of awkward

Ruth is a poodle mobian! She's a showgirl at heart so obviously she's gotta be THE show dog (this one was so fun to draw)

Richie is rat mobian! It was the hardest to draw but it was worth it cus now he gets a new stim toy (tail)

I actually may have done one for our favorite prude too.. so urh I'll add her at some point :)

[canisalbus]

It's strange and offputting to see Vasco in greys & shadow for once.... but how refreshing to know that they are the light and warmth in each other's lives :)

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[partylikemajima]

Something has been on my mind that I've been trying to ignore; when Smoke said to Stack to 'take care of her' meaning Mary, and Stack and Mary have that heart to heart talk, telling her basically they can't be together and walks away. What happens in between that we then see Stack and Mary dancing together during the surreal montage? Mary just decided not to leave and Stack was like 'alright since you won't leave lets have some fun'. I thought Smoke meant 'take care of her' as in to get her out the club but also Cornbread and Annie consider her family, Annie defending her right to be in the juke joint to Remmick when he questioned it. Just wondering if it was something I missed OR theres more deleted scenes we haven't seen 👀 Ryan release it all I'd watch a 3 to 4 hour movie of this, bollywood style.

[amyoffline]

that's dr amyoffline to you now