#more build/cas content until then

[nihilismtrcit]

auntie clara 💞

[mushies-stories]

patience 18+

part two (Read part one here)

Stu Macher X F!Reader!Virgin

summary: you finally tell Stu you're ready. he shows you just how much he cares for you and how sweet he can be.

Warnings: SMUT! unprotected sex, fingering, first time, eating out.

Authers note: this took a minute and i am so sorry! i decided to give the fics a name since there's two of them~

word count: 2684

Over the next few weeks Stu made sure to make you cum every day on his lap, thigh and soon on his long fingers. He wanted to make you urge him for more and once you expressed interest in pleasing him too he was more than willing to show you how it's done. 

He could have came the moment your soft and delicate hands gripped around his length, needing both just to wrap around his whole length. He loved the deep blush that spread across your face when he gripped his hand over yours own to show you how he liked it. 

Once he had you on your back and his head between your plushie thighs and crying out his name he knew he wouldn't be able to wait any longer. Your pussy tasted like heaven and your moans and cries were angelic to him. He slid a finger in while his lips moved to suck your clit. Your back arched into his touch and your fingers tangled in his short hair, trying to grip as much as you could. 

Stu groaned softly against your pussy and your body jerked a little. “More, Stu please.” you begged breathless, feeling your orgasm building slowly. He adds another finger and curls them right into your sweet spot while his tongue flicks and sucks your clit into his mouth again, determined to make you cum on his tongue. You whine and throw your head back, your pussy beginning to spasm around his fingers. Your orgasm hits you hard and causes your legs to shake slightly around him. “Stu! Oh… god, St-u feels so good.” he made sure to keep licking and pumping his fingers into you until your breathing slowed.  

He pulled back with a small grin. “Feel good baby?” he asked while he peppered your inner thighs with kisses. 

You nodded with a small smile, your face flushed and naked body on full display for him. “You always make me feel good.” you say shyly. Stu’s gaze still made you a little nervous, he looked at you so lovingly and sweet you didn’t know what to do with it.

Stu chuckled and lifted his weight off your lower body and sat back. He pulled his shirt over his head before crawling to hover fully over your smaller frame. Still in his jeans he pressed his throbbing cock against your messy pussy. “Yeah?” he asked, wanting to hear you say it again. 

You gasped and gave him a soft moan. “mhm. Always makes me feel so good, Stu.” you say again. He smiled and rolled his hips again while he started to kiss and bite at your neck. His hips rolled against your ore and his mouth wandered your skin. He thought about how to coax you into feeling ready, what more he could do because he needed you. Needs to feel you so desperately but so far, he had been mostly following your lead and could usually tell when you wanted more. Right now however he wasn’t too sure. You seemed to almost be content in the way things were and he didn't want to scare you by pushing for more.  

Your pussy was still so wet and Stu pressing against your sensitive clit wasn’t helping. You whispered and arched your back a little, every movement from him making your brain lose focus more and more. “Stu…” you say softly.

He pulls back to look at you with soft eyes. “Yeah Babygirl?” 

You take a moment to speak, thinking the words over carefully. “Do you think…” you take a little breath. “We could go all the way?” you ask, voice quit with a little bit of a tremble. 

Stu looked at you with big eyes. He was shocked that you asked him so explicitly, even if it was clearly hard for you to even get the words out. He searched your eyes, not sure what he was even looking for but when he saw only love and trust in them, even in your nervous fear, he couldn’t help the bright smile that spread across his face. “We can do whatever you want baby, you sure? I want you to be completely sure you're ready for this Babygirl because there's no going back.” he asked, wanting to give you a chance to reconsider. 

You shook your head softly. “I want it to be you Stu, is that okay?” you asked, nerves growing even worse. You knew deep down he wanted to. He wouldn't have put all this time and energy into being so caring and sweet with you if he didn’t, but you doubted yourself in being able to make it pleasing for him and made your tummy do flips. 

With a nod of his own head he leaned down and kissed your lips, firm but gentle before looking back into your eyes. “More than okay sweet girl.” he leaned back and looked at your angelic form sprawled out on his bed. He was the luckiest man on earth, he thought, to have you looking at him with such trust and desire. “I want to be your first.” he said with a genuinely warm smile before he began to undo his jeans, his eyes locked on yours. “Your first and your last, I want no one but you Babygirl.” Then he slid his jeans off his hips to allow his cock to spring free. 

You had seen it more than a few times by now but now with the idea of him being stuffed inside your little pussy made your legs twitch too close, Stus body between them not allowing you to do so. 

Stu leaned over you and held himself so his face was level with your own. “Don't be scared baby, okay?” he said with a small nod and an encouraging smile. 

You gave him a weak smile but nodded anyway. “I'm not, just nervous…” you admit. Feeling silly for being the one to ask but still feeling so embarrassed by the whole thing. 

He hummed in understanding. He held the base of his cock and pressed the already swollen tip on your clit before gliding it down through your slick folds and back up, teasing you a little to help you relax just a bit. You sigh a little at the feeling, he was already so close to you. “I’ll go slow and gentle Baby, just tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he says as he pressed against your tight hole a little, a little warning he was going to put it in. 

You nod and hold onto his biceps. “Please Stu.” you urge him to do it, get you through it already so you can finally be with him, feel all of him and feel good. 

With a soft grunt he moved, hips pushing the head of his cock past your tight entrance with a little hiss from him and pitchy gasp from you. He waited a moment before slowly, so agonizingly slowly moving a little more and a little more. The more he fit inside you the tighter you felt. His cock twitched and your walls clenched hard around him. 

“Baby, too tight.” his voice was a little strangled and he wasn't sure if he was telling you because it felt so good, or if it felt too good and he could take it. “Babygirl, need you to relax a little for me.” he says, eyes meeting yours. 

You shook your head a little. “Can't… Stu you're too big.” you gasp softly, his cock becoming a little too overwhelming. 

“M’not to big baby… I promise baby, it will fit.” he mumbles softly, reassuring you again. The hand that was holding his cock came to your sensitive clit. His thumb rubbed short fast circles while he sank a little more in. your warm gummy walls were sending his cock and mind into overdrive; you were so tight he wasn't sure he was going to last. Then he looked down at you, eyes half lidded, and mouth hung slack, trying to keep your little sounds of discomfort back while he worked himself into you. He was determined to make this good for you, make you feel loved and cared for. 

He was almost fully in when you finally let out a strangled gasp, hands gripping his arms so tight he knew there would be marks tomorrow. “Oww, Stu… it h-urts!” you whined, voice breathy as you stumble over the words. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. That made Stu’s pride in his own body spike a little, even if he felt bad about it hurting you. 

Stu cradles the side of your head and kisses your forehead then your cheek and finally to your neck where he sucks and nips the skin. His thumb rubbing lazy circles on your ever-growing sensitive clit. “I know baby, but I'm almost all in.” he tells you as his warm breath brushes along your skin. Your back arches at the added sensations. “You can do it, I know you can. Such a good girl for me.” he coos at you as he finally thrust the rest of his length in and bottoms out in your pulsing cunt. 

Your walls fluttered and calmed down around him. Unable to form any words, you could only manage a high-pitched whine followed by soft breathy moans. You clung to him, grounding yourself in an attempt to keep your head straight. 

He let your clit be once he felt you relax around him and your breathing slowed down a little. “Feel a little better?” he asks, voice soft and gentle. He strokes your air while the other hand messages your hip. 

You nod and give him a small smile. “I'm okay.” Your furrowed brows tell him you were still worried and uncomfortable despite your claim.  

Slowly he rocks his hips into your own. He doesn’t pull back enough for you to feel any loss of him, just rocks himself in you trying to get your pussy nice and wet around him. Your eyes flutter and you gasp out a soft ‘oh’ when his cock hits that little bundle of nerves. A small smile played on his lips, you made the cutest faces when your pussy was getting needy and feeling good.

“Better.” you mumble, brain slowly beginning to flood with the pleasure of finally having his cock stuffed deep inside. Your pussy fluttered around him and you could feel your slick start to leak out around the base of his cock. 

“Want me to move baby?” he asks, more for himself, your pussy was so tight and being so deep in you for so long was making his cock throb. 

You looked up at him with glossy eyes, your unshed tears filling most of your vision. “You can move.” you tell him.

He smiles and leans down to lock you in a deep kiss. His hips move back slowly, letting you feel the whole of his length as he pulls almost all of the way out. You gasp when he sinks back in and he takes the opportunity so claim your mouth. Every Time he pulled back and slipped back in he picked up his pace. The faster he got the more your little mewls and gasps turned into sweet moans that he gladly devoured. He only pulled back when the need for air became urgent. 

“Fuck.” he can't help but grunt out. Your face captivated him, made his cock twitch and throb angrily. Your face was flushed, eyes droopy and laced with pleasure. Your parted lips to grace him with all of your little sounds. “Like my cock fillin you up Babygirl? You're doing so fucking well for me, pussy squeezing and taking me so well.” he asks, wanting to hear you say it. He waited so long for this he needs to hear you say. 

You have a hard time focusing on him while he continues to thrust into you. “Mmmhm, feels go-ood” you managed to gasp out.

Stu groans at your words. He keeps a steady rhythm. He held your hip still while he fucked you and brought the other to your chest. He pitched both nipples softly and groped at your breasts. “Perfect, such pretty tits baby.” he coos and keeps teasing your now pebbled buds, helping to send you closer and closer to that growing pleasure. 

You could feel it, the twist in your stomach, the heat growing fast. “m’gunna…Stu!” you whine and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, wanting to just feel him close to you. Your legs shook around him and couldn't help the string of loud whiny moans that came out of you. “Please, please Stu, feels so good.” you babbled, brain turned completely into mush as you fell apart under him. 

Stu practically shuddered, you were begging for him to make you cum. He wanted to see it and feel you cumming on his cock. “Sweet girl needs to cum? I got you, I'll get you there.” He made sure to angle just right so he was hitting that sweet spot deep inside your aching pussy. A hand came to cradle your jaw to make sure he could see your face, so you couldn't hide when you came undone. The other focused back on your clit, swiping at it in time with his thrusts. “C’mon Babygirl, let me feel you cum around my cock, wanna feel your tight little pussy squeeze me.”

Stus voice and his lewd words were just the thing you needed to send you right over the edge. You back arched and rise off the bed. A loud strangled moan filled the full when your pussy spasmed and clenched down around his length. His hand on your jaw helped keep you steady so he could watch the pleasure wash over you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head before closing, brows furrowed while you shook under him. He helped you through your orgasm with his own strangled groans and grunt. He was about to lose it himself and once you pushed against his shoulder he wasted no time in pulling out to let his cum coat your dripping pussy. 

“Fuuuk… baby you felt so good.” he groans. He let his cock rest against your sore pussy, relishing in the way your body twitches just a little when it brushes against your swollen clit. He smiled down at you before planting another kiss on your forehead. “You did so good Babygirl, so fucking good for me.” 

Stu praises make your face flush again. You bring your hands up to cover your face a little, needing a moment to recover concise thoughts. 

“Baby… baby you okay?” Stu asks, becoming worried he did something wrong.

You shook your head and flung your arms around his neck. Pulling him down he finds his place in the crook of your neck. “I'm okay.” you state, voice a little shaky. Your body was growing heavy and tired. “Just… a little flustered is all.” you confess. 

He chuckles and nuzzles into you. “Well how about we get you cleaned up and we head to bed?” he offered. 

You groan at the thought of having to move at all. 

Stu leans back and slides a hand between your thighs while he glides his middle finger along your folds, collecting and mixing your fluids together all over your pussy. You shudder and wiggle your hips at his actions. “Made a mess of you baby, gotta make sure i clean you up.” he says, eyes filling with lust once again at the sight of your messy and dripping cunt. 

You whimper and sit up. “Okay okay, bathtime.” you conceded with a soft chuckle. 

The rest of the night Stu made sure to pamper you, make sure you had a snack and water. He even fluffed all of the pillows on your bed. He slept with you in his arms, never letting you go or pull away from him. He’s made it this far after all, why would he ever let you go?

[sterina-sims]

Sul sul! I'm living for your medieval charter posts. Could you please explain how the challenge works? And possibly how to set up such a flawless medieval style neighborhood? Thank you 😃

Sul sul! 😊 Thank you so much! I'm thrilled that you're enjoying my medieval charter posts. Ok, this is a daunting question, but I'll do my best to explain how the challenge works!

How the Challenge Works

First off, here's the MTS thread from the original creator of the challenge. I've also re-uploaded the document here for convenience/easy reading.

The Medieval Charter Challenge is all about building a medieval-style community from the ground up. You start with a small group of sims and gradually expand your neighborhood, adding different types of lots and families as you meet specific goals. Here's a quick rundown:

Create Your Founders: In CAS, create a Royal Steward (single Sim; they won't be played until a monarch is crowned), 4 peasant families, 2 yeoman families, and 1 gentry family (the head of this household will be the Squire). Move any secondary adult males into their own homes within the same social station, and assign farming and artisan trades accordingly. Create 1 group of 4-8 adult males (military barracks) and another of 4-8 adult females (almshouse), as a pool of eligible sims for marriage.

Seasonal Play and Taxes: Play each family for one season, stopping at the first Quarter Day (this is the first day of a season) to assess and pay taxes, tithes, rent, fees, and fines to the Royal Steward using Christianlov’s Wallet Controller.

Growing Your Settlement: Track the Treasury Funds. When the total reaches $5000, add a communal well, village green, and hedge tavern. At $8000, add a church with a cemetery and a weekly market.

Leveling Up: The levels are as follows: settlement (starting point) -> hamlet -> village -> town -> charter city. Each level has fiscal and infrastructural requirements, as seen above. As you continue through the challenge, you collect enough taxes to build the necessary lots and add more families, thereby growing the settlement. The challenge is completed once you reach the level of charter city and crown a monarch.

Setting up Your Medieval Hood

Use the Lot Bin: With regards to building, create 1 peasant hovel, 1 yeoman house/farm, 1 gentry manor, and so on. Save these residential lots to the Lot Bin for future instances when you'll need the required type of home. There is A LOT of building that goes with the challenge, so save yourself the trouble by doing this. The lots can be personalized for each household afterwards.

Communal Spaces (pro tip!): This is my nth time doing this challenge, and so, I suggest staring off with a village green or communal well (or both). It goes against the original MCC rules, but I say this because it gives your sims can have a place to meet and mingle with other settlers, and a break from monotony of staring at the same four walls.

Hood Decor: Hood decor is truly fabulous and can completely change the look of your neighborhood. I would suggest deco grass, deco rocks and cliffs, deco fields and/or flower fields, especially if excessive tree use slows down your game.

Custom Content: Invest in some good medieval custom content, including clothing, furniture, and architecture. Sites like Plumb Bob Keep, Mod The Sims, and Tumblr creators have lots of medieval-themed downloads. I have listed the majority of the mods, hacks, and custom content on my side blog's resource page.

I hope this helps you get started! Feel free to ask if you have more questions, and I'd love to see your progress if you decide to give it a try. Happy simming! 😃

[botgal]

California Bills To Watch For

I'm sure by now that many people are aware of the dangers posed by AB 3080 (discussed in my post here), but for those unaware, there are yet other bills in California that pose a danger to free use of the internet which we should also keep on the forefront of our minds. 3 of the 4 bills I will mention here will be going up for a hearing in the California Senate Committee on Appropriations, one of the bills is currently being held in suspense file until the suspense file is read and thus will not be up for discussion in the same way as the rest. So that one will remain more on the back burner but still good to call your representatives about nonetheless. (A link on how you can find your reps here).

CA SB 976: Protecting Our Kids From Social Media Addiction Act (Senator Skinner et al)

Building on the California Age-Appropriate Design Code Act, this bill seeks to make it unlawful for the operator of an addictive 'internet-based service or application' to provide an 'addictive feed' to a user unless the operator doesn't have actual knowledge the user is a minor, has reasonably determined the user isn't a minor, or has obtained verifiable parental consent to provide an addictive feed to a minor user.

Essentially a very complicated and roundabout bill which would be difficult to enforce and would necessitate the usage of age verification for nearly all users. Especially when the alternative is that parents would have to also give up their identifiable information to allow a child to use an online platform. And also limits the ability of a minor user to receive notifications from a service or application during times assumed to be for school attendance or for late night usage. Great potentials for privacy violations and potential dangers for minors in abusive households where parents can exercise greater control over them and what they do. Also does not limit this specifically to social media platforms.

Overall a very unnecessarily complex bill that attempts to solve issues with perceived addictive social media features in inefficient and privacy violating ways.

Currently set for Senate Appropriations Committee hearing on May 13th.

CA SB 1228: User Identity Authentication (Senator Steve Padilla)

Requires social media platforms to verify the identities of people with large social media followings and influence in a tiered system. Nominally to minimize the spread of misinformation during an election year.

"Influential users" are defined as people who either has content that has been seen by more than 50,000 users within a seven-day period across all accounts the user controls on the platform, those with accounts over 15,000 followers, or ranks in the top 6% of users by amount of content viewed by users on the platform within a seven-day period across all their accounts on that platform. These users would be required to provide the platform with their name, telephone number, and email address in order to be considered authenticated.

"Highly influential users" are defined as people whose content has been seen by more than 100,000 users within a seven-day period across all accounts the user controls on the platform, those with accounts over 30,000 followers, or ranks in the top 3% of users by amount of content viewed by users on the platform within a seven-day period across all their accounts on that platform. These users would be required to provide the platform with their name, telephone number, email address, and government-issued identification in order to be considered authenticated.

Supposedly there would be safeguards and rules saying that any information taken to authenticate a user would not be stored or used for anything besides authentication. And they would be marked as authenticated, with the option to block non-authenticated users. But also allows social media companies the option of requiring either of these things even for those who aren't considered influential or highly influential.

Essentially another identity verification measure which should not be allowed to pass, and unnecessarily complicated and unlikely to work in its attempts to prevent misinformation.

Currently set for Senate Appropriations Committee hearing on May 13th.

CA SB 1444: Let Parents Choose Protection Act of 2024 (Senator Stern)

Requires large social media platform providers to create, maintain, and make available third-party safety providers through which parents or guardians are able to control what appears on their child's social media feed.

Another bill which by its sheer existence would put the identities and information of users at risk, both adults and minors. And would likely lead to further age or identity verification measures which would be wholly unnecessary and highly invasive.

CA AB 1949: California Consumer Privacy Act of 2020: collection of personal information of a consumer less than 18 years of age (Assembly Member Lowenthal)

Would remove the conditions that an online business have actual knowledge that the consumer is less than 16 years of age, and would prohibit a business from selling or sharing information of a consumer less than 18 years of age unless the consumer or their parent/guardian has authorized the sale of the personal information. Also requires businesses to inform the consumers of what information is being collected and sold and will not collect additional information. Allows consumers the right to opt out of any sale of personal information, but by default none under 18 may have their information sold.

Also runs the risk of invasive age verification becoming the norm for internet websites, rather than wholesale allowing the opting in and out of sale of personal information to be default for all.

Currently set to the Assembly Appropriations Committee on Suspension File.

With all that said, while I know it may seem like a lot, please look into these bills as much as you can, and send messages to your representatives letting them know you're in opposition to all of them and what they could potentially mean for our internet freedom, privacy, and safety.

[rosewaterandivy]

9. part-time soulmate, full-time problem

Summary: Rumor has it, that hometown hero-turned-teacher Steve Harrington is hot for teacher. The English teacher next door to him at Hawkins High, who also happens to be his childhood friend, that is.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x chaotic!dumbass reader

Warnings: No use of y/n - reader goes by the nickname Trouble instead, cursing, sexual situations - SMUT & idolatry (my usual bullshit), we think we’re ~prank Sinatra~ to disastrous effect i.e. a fake elopement, Modern!Teacher AU, English teacher reader, History teacher Steve, slow burn, friends to lovers, romance.

A/N: hey girl, u up? lemme come thru 💦💦💦 🥵🥵🥵 *slaps roof of fic* You can fit so much reverence and smut in this bad boy. Here’s 5.1K of pure filth and debauchery, holy water can’t help me now! Poetry excerpt from Sue Zhao. 18+ mature content (minors dni). Reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated, please let me know what you thought; enjoy & thanks for reading! 💜

series masterlist | playlist - newly updated!

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Now, Spring Break, Joshua Tree, CA ➡️ Las Vegas, NV 

“You did what?”

And it’s not a question, not by a long shot. 

If Nancy Wheeler wasn’t some 1,800 miles from you, you’d be seeing the patented snarl right now. The one that says ‘you’ll be dead by my hand and my hand alone.’

There’s a very real possibility that you’ve overplayed your hand this time. What started as a prank, a harmless lark, had devolved into one screeching phone call from Steve’s mother for him and a blistering series rapid-fire of texts for you, followed by a phone call during which Nancy was going to rip you a new asshole.

She didn’t appreciate your texts as you’d hoped.

Trouble 👁️👄👁️: so BDE is not *just* an energy with Steve. got it, good to know.

Natty light 💯: She lives! We haven’t heard from you in days. Wtf did you idiots do?

Trouble 👁️👄👁️: nothing to be concerned about! on an unrelated note, before you check insta remember that i am your BESTIE and you would miss me terribly(!!!) if i died, even if it was at your own hand

Natty light 💯: … I’m going to kill you, and resurrect your dessicated corpse so I can strangle you … slowly and painfully

Trouble 👁️👄👁️: pls mother, no, i’m scared

But hey, it’s not like you woke up and decided to potentially fuck up your life today.

So, yeah. Definitely went too far with it this time, but in your defense, it’s not like anyone was there to reign you in. Steve was just as liable to go on with your half-cocked schemes, even more so now that you could sit back on your heels, all pretty smiles and wide, sweet eyes as your hands unbuckle his belt, still supplicated with chin on his knee, “You said anything...”

Folded like a house of cards the second you got your mouth on him. Shudders when you begin with your tongue first before eager lips stretch to fit him, guiding until he’s nestled in your mouth. And then you move, deliberately measured, building a lazy pace, sluicing him up with spit.

“Ah, shit…” Steve’s words are already betraying him. You smile as his cock pops out of your mouth.

“How’s that? Still wanna make that dinner reservation?” Thick lashes framing glittering doe-eyes peer up at him. Purposely coy. “Or do you want to stay here?”

He returns to himself. Dazed, he blinks at the bright lights and the glossy tiled floor. The marble countertop of the sink where he grips like a lifeline.

The restroom down the hall of the restaurant. Turn a corner and twenty people are sitting at tables, drinking cocktails and cajoling. Your mouth back on him wipes the thoughts from his brain.

Squelching when you push him back past your molars, crushing your tongue.

You slide him out, voice hoarse and breathy and it chills him to the bone the way you whisper, “C’mon baby, let’s have some fun.”

The second day in California runs a lot more smoothly, and the third day is as easy as a breeze. Granted, it’s a hot, humid, sticky type of desert breeze as you wipe a hand across your forehead in the heat of the day.

Steve hums a patient tune, leans back on both palms and you watch the sunlight drape his bare chest in a warm flare. Glowing gold and bronze as if it’s transmuted from the hue in his very eyes.

He is hard and hot when your bare skin touches his. Steve lies down on his side to face you, panting slightly as you glide your hand up and down his arm. Oh fuck, it’s been months and the first man you touch is more like something carved by a master sculptor of Renaissance than any other man. It should be illegal for someone to look this good.

Trembling, you touch the hard planes of his torso, the ridges in his abdomen, the swell of his chest taking hard breaths. You shut your eyes and imagine the way he looks right now—breathless and wild. His knee parts your legs easily and one hand descends to feel your center, saturating your underwear.

“Jesus, baby,” Steve sighs into your neck. “You’re makin’ me crazy. This–” He begins to slide his digits up and down, getting the slippery wetness all over his fingers, “Already…”

A shudder rolls through your body upon hearing his words and you arch into his touch, moaning when he rubs your clit in perfect pulsing circles. He moves forward, kissing the tops of your breasts through your bra, nipping at the soft flesh spilling from the cups.

“Steve, you’ll make me come.” You admit, a little shyly even as your hips rock consciously into his hand. You paw at his arms, squeezing the ridges of muscles.

And you’re abruptly startled awake by the sound your own moans. It’s past four in the morning when you rouse from sleep, frustrated to leave behind the pleasant escape the dream provided.

Damn it all to hell.

A creak of the wood door alerts you to his arrival. Steve is quiet when he sits on your bed, one knee pulled up to his chest while the other leg slinks down by your side, thigh brushing yours where your legs kicked off the covers. A sigh rolls through him at the early hour.

There is discomfort. His body retreats with the shift of your atmosphere. Always too itchy in your own skin. Afraid of being seen, noticed, thought about. He’s good at hearing your silence. Good at reading your language.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

He glistens like a god come to drown you in the sweetest of dreams. It makes your heart plummet to its death at the thought of his departure when you shake your head.

“Me neither.”

He lays back on your bed with a tired sigh, close enough to touch. Your own personal wonder.

“C’mere then,” you tug him to your side. Steve presses his lips to your neck, smiles into the wispy hair at the nape, nuzzles your locks aside to reveal more shoulder. Breathing soft and slow with his face against your neck, chest to your chest. He’s folded and tucked against you, all his strength and gravity nestled to your side.

“Honey—” Steve murmurs, more purposefully now, rasps your name, so soft and reverent you almost don’t hear it.

A confused noise, a second of readjustment to a new position, to his touch, and then you stir and purr.

“Hey, you.” Voice like warm fire, even with disrupted sleep from past few days.

A heavy silence falls between you.

Tell me what you’re thinking. If it was a mistake, tell me. If it wasn’t, tell me. You’ve been avoiding me and look—I want your goddamn babies, but c’mon. You gotta throw me a bone, I’m shit at reading signs.

He wants to take you to pieces, eyes roving your sleep-drowsy form, shorts rucked up on your thighs, shirt askew. Would devour you whole if you’d let him, savor your cries and moans at his capable hands. Make a ruin you only to build you right back up, unable to think of anyone else save him.

Steve arches, brushing the tip of his nose against your chin, up to your own nose, mouth hovering but not quite touching, just feeling each other’s atmosphere. You cross the distance and kiss him, grip tighter now like he could collapse right into you and god, you wish he could. Let you keep every last bit of him forever.

“Can we—”

You savor his lips, caressing the line of his cupid’s bow with your own, tongue flicking over the corners of his mouth, punctuating it chastely like a ritual. He moans, hand on the plane of your back moving, fingers scrambling at your spine before he palms your thigh and slots you flush against his torso with one leg hooked around his waist.

“God yes. Lemme just—”

He tugs at the waistband of your sleeping shorts before he changes his mind and his hands slip into the leg opening of the silk instead, keeping you right where you are. He rucks his own sweats down, just enough to spring himself free, shushing your whines, never letting you get too far, slipping upward, finding your heat.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

“Okay, Steve—ah—”

Right. So this is happening. Like, right the fuck now. 

Oh god.

You’re both surprised and terrified, blinking at his urgency, and then you start scrambling, too. A beatific grin blooms on your lips before you tip forward and slowly glide yourself down his considerable size, rubbing back and forth, hips moving easily.

Steve stutters breathlessly like he might go into shock. “You’re all fucking— oh fuckin’ hell.”

You only arch into it, holding his chin between your thumb and forefinger, kissing the bristles of his jaw. You’re soft and warm and he’s utterly overcome. Little noises fall from one mouth to another. An awkward shift and your thighs slip off his, head knocking into him, but neither of you are bothered.

A half-hearted cluck of your tongue gives way to a low moan and you shuffle, flush against his chest, bare bodies warm and growing hotter now. Your palm rubs down his chest, savoring the rougher feel of his hairs there, contrasting your own skin, grasping his jutting hipbones, the strong plane of his abdomen.

Eager fingers slip between flesh. Velvet and surprisingly slick and wrapping around his digits like syrupy flower petals. “Baby girl,” Steve hums at the way you sigh. “Pretty girl.”

Shudders. You’re weak and boneless, slack and supple, pliant to his fingers and words. Little sweet-talker, you never knew he had such a clever tongue until he first slid it against yours in that fevered kiss in December. Now he’ll know all your weaknesses, know every lock and how to pick them until you’re all the way opened up for him.

It’s hard to focus when he’s like this. Perfectly warm. Perfectly adoring. Perfectly fitted. So, so bright with the faintest pink bursting over his cheeks.

You whimper with his every stroke. Every plunge. His other hand runs itself up the nape of your neck, fingertips in your scalp and you arch like a cat for more. 

“So good,” Steve praises, “Nice and tight, squeezin’ around me. All wet for me, aren’t you?” 

“Uh— mhm.” Inarticulate noises. Woozy and wrapped in his affection.

His eyes– pupils blown wide, half-hooded with lust and love– immobilize you, memorizing every inch of your face. He smiles. Christ, a smile that could launch a thousand ships. That could blind the whole world.

You curse quietly, blood pounding in your ears, your chest, your throat where he latches on with his perfect mouth, marking you up with his spit quickly followed by his teeth.

“Keep going—oh, don’t stop–“

“You want it like this, honey?” He sucks on your collar, on your shoulder, taking every whimper and cry as a command to continue.

They flower all over your chest. Red and purple and swollen bright for everyone to see—just like him. And the very thought of him, of you, lost to it takes you over the edge, calling his name like you’re at an altar in supplication.

“That’s it, honey. Be a good girl and come for me.”

With a tremble that vibrates all the way to into Steve’s soul, you obey. Onto his hips and abdomen, gushing a little, and with some embarrassment that it happened all so quickly. 

Your lids flutter open and you see as Steve hitches himself deeper, grinding his hips, gripping your thighs, and fills you all the way up until the stars behind your eyes whites out your vision, making you stutter and keen as you continue to fall apart.

Then he stills, pulling you even closer, body slick with dew in the early morning light. The two of you lie in perfect symmetry, trembling in each other’s arms.

And because you’re a sap with too much poetry rattling around your brain, all that pops into your head is:

In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’ I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now. You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’

You allow yourself to sink into the feeling, expecting the tight fit of something new but finding that not to be the case at all. But rather brushing against something well-worn, as if it had been waiting for you all this time. 

“God, Steve—” you rasp. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

Steve laughs low, kisses the blooming bruises up and down your neck, makes you whine again, sensitive and aching. His clever tongue wonders sweetly, “How’s staying in bed all day sound?”

You laugh. He’ll learn everything you like. Know all your weaknesses. How can you say no to something like that?

It’s different, almost tender in the afternoon. 

His abs clench in time with his fists, wet fingers digging into his palms, bit-back groans barely contained. You keep going, marveling at the way he’s sensitive, kissing his neck, letting him feel good. Steve begins to protest, embarrassed at the way you’re moving, at how he’s powerless against you.

“S-slow—hold on—“

“Let me do it, Stevie.” He’s so hard it hurts. “I wanna learn everything you like.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Steve holds himself to calm down, other hand steadying your teasing. Nothing’s happened yet, you just started back up again after a late breakfast, having slept soundly through the morning, and he might already blow his whole fucking load.

“Okay—just—will you give me a second–”

Using the position you’re already in, he pushes you up against the mattress and guides you back down, hitching your thighs around his hips, sinking a bit at a time until you’re landing on him with a gasp. He eases into you with what he hopes is restraint, letting you have it slow, feeling you shudder from inside your goddamn bones with every further inch until he takes it away and you shimmy down to the hilt.

Your eyes roll back. And you look perfect.

“Was it good?” He blurts, “With Eddie?”

He doesn’t know why it slips out; he never thinks about it, honest. It was a series of hook ups. A few times over the years—and he’s not jealous like that because you’re all adults, and it’s not like he’s a virgin or an ascetic, either. You freeze, but he really is an idiot because instead of apologizing or rectifying that outburst, he cuts you off.

“I can give it to you better.”

Because Steve wants to. He really does.

He presses onward before you can respond, taking hold of what little courage he has, making you whimper, feeling prouder as he goes. Another one and you’re meeting him with a roll of your own hips. Another one, harder now, and you’re shaking down below him, tipping back into the pillows, grinding recklessly with that exhilaration he adores.

“Baby, you feel amazing.” Tongue-tied like a schoolboy, he’s keening after your words. “Can I have you all the time?” And Jesus wept who knew you could talk so sweet and filthy.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Steve promises, his jaw hanging open in awe, “I’m yours. You can have me as much as you want— anytime.”

You bite your lip, skin of it pulled taut and snapping back bruised, light-headed and reeling. Glistening across your collarbones with his spit, body trembling like a high note. He feels it— just a little more— god, you look incredible— he’s gotta hold out for this— and then—fuck. 

It’s wet and divine when you come. Slick and tight, dragging him under as you ride out your orgasm, pulling him in like he belongs in you forever.

And he knows. He knows, he knows, he knows.

Steve could die happy seeing your face like this every day.

Two weeks prior…

“Eddie…tell me the truth,” You ask slowly, folding clothes (well, that’s a generous term— it’s more haphazardly tossing and bundling laundry into your open suitcase). “It’s good, isn’t it? Shawty, tell me what that thang do!” 

You waggle your brows, make a V-shape with your fingers, and lewdly run your tongue up and down between them. Steve thinks he sees you looking at him, but he feels himself flushing at your comment and pretends like he’s enthralled with the most recent episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Half-keeping an eye on you to make sure you actually pack actual pajamas and pants for this trip. 

“Dude. Stop it.” Eddie groans, knowing you’re all too familiar with his endowments and prowess from previous experience.

Whomever currently was getting the Eddie Munson midnight special was having a helluva time. 

You lob a pair of leggings toward your suitcase, “Kobe!”

You miss.

Eddie cackles, “How’re you gonna disrespect a legend like that, and miss?!”

“Okay!” Steve yells, pushing you off the couch in the living room, “That’s enough of that. I’m going for a run.”

Landing on your shoulder with a grunt, you brush away the rough sting of the carpet and catch the last second of his shadow before he’s gone from the room.

“What?” You call, projecting your voice and hoping he hears, “What’d I do? Steve!”

The scrape of the chair legs signals Eddie standing up, too. A shake of his head and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know,” he starts, “For all your insight, you’re pretty dense.”

There’s nothing in your head but sawdust and thoughts about his… activities under the sheets his flavor of the month. You shake it out of your brain before it lingers too long. Eddie points sharply down the hall to where Steve’s shadow has slipped out of view and hearing-distance.  

“You know he likes you, right?”

Uh? Your brain is the mac loading wheel, just spinning. “Of course he does? We’re buddies?”

Eddie cuffs you in the back of the head, “Get it together. Like is putting it lightly, too. Love is closer to the truth.”  

“Now,” Eddie leans over you, menacing you with his height. “How about you go listen to the record he gave you and think about what you’ve done, hmm?”

Then, he saunters off, shaking his head all the while, leaving you to gape down the hall like a fish. Steve? In love? With you?  

Flashes explode in your brain like fireworks. His jacket over your shoulders—not the first time. Sitting underneath your legs— nearly tradition. Morning errand runs even though he hates them. The banter—him, scolding your motor-mouth, you— never stopping. Circles he rubs on your knees— the laughter—damn it, so much laughter.

Steve? In love? With you? It’s more likely than you think.

Back in your bedroom and chastened, you wait until the front door closes signaling Steve’s exit. Turning to the wall dedicated to your impassioned analytical skills, you eye the various colors of yarn showing the various connections that could be drawn from the song choice and order in which they were placed. 

Printed out pages of lyrics have been annotated to death, some phrases scrawled more largely than others for importance. You stare at the wall for the better part of an hour, long enough to come to the end of the playlist. Sufjan Stevens rhapsodizes on the mystery of love and fades into Matt Berninger singing how he needs his girl.

A gasp. A choke and a wail somewhere deep inside your chest as you slowly, methodically begin removing the pins and pages from your wall. Realization settling on you heavy with mood. 

Clearly, this was not some bush-league bullshit.  

Hesitant, but growing in the knowledge that Steve, your best friend whom you annoy to no end, is irrefutably and undeniably in love with you. You’d have seen it sooner if you weren’t such a dumbass, all the signs had been there just lying in wait. The front door opens once more, his voice calling out to Robin in the kitchen about dinner. 

“Steve.” You light out of your room, tearing down the hallway. “Stevie! Steve! I’m sorry! Steve oh my god! I’m a fuckup!”  

You trip on the corner of the floor runner, as he turns, slightly confused, one hand reaching out to catch you as you careen into his chest with a thunk.

You must look a wreck, hair in disarray and panting hard, him sweat-slick, bearing your weight as he sets you right on your feet.  

Steve raises an eyebrow, blinks at the way the front of your shirt slides from your shoulder and takes his ear buds out, looking at you like you’re a first-rate idiot.

And well ... he’s not wrong.

The flight to Vegas is painless, though you are put out at having to leave the love nest that bloomed like a night flower in the Californian desert. A lazy, slow start to the day. Sticky and sweet like biting into a ripe peach, juices flowing down against sun-warmed skin. 

His hand pulling at yours, guiding you through the crowds of the airport, looking back to you frequently, as if he can’t bring himself not to. One hour later and viva, Las Vegas!

As it turns out, it’s fairly easy to fake a Vegas elopement. Just a matter of subterfuge and a wedding chapel, which are a plenty in Clark County. Steve in a suit (“You weren’t even wearing a tie, Steven! Who gets married looking like that!?”), rotating the signet of his ring out of sight, the ‘H’ resiting against the underside of his ring finger so just the band was visible. 

You in a dress, something white and off the rack from Neiman’s, your ring, courtesy of Steve, moved from your right hand to your left. Sapphire earrings as your something blue, Manolo Blahnik pumps in your favorite color, a gift from Steve, as your something new.

A well-timed call to Jonathan, he was in town for a shoot and just so happened to have a few hours to kill. An appointment at the Graceland Wedding Chapel and 250 dollars later, you have yourself a believable elopement, no marriage certificate required. 

Even drove out to the Red Rock Mojave desert outside of town for a photoshoot courtesy of one Jonathan Byers, professional photographer. By the time you’d made it back to your room at the Wynn that night, he’d already done a rough edit of a few photos for you to post to the ‘gram. Piece of cake, really.

It was all well and good. Steve even let you tag him and posted his favorite images himself, miracle of miracles. The man does jack shit with social media, claims he only has the account for the groupchats and memes. Captioned it something like ‘married AF’ because he’s a dork; first photo in the carousel was a shot of your hands, showing off the new bling with the wedding chapel sign in the background.

You opted for the more truthful, ‘ew, boy. you’re, like, obsessed with me’ and selected a photo where your legs wrapped around Steve’s hips after he’d told you to ‘time to giddy-up, yeah?’ with a wink and caught you in his arms before kissing you stupid. You were quite pleased with yourself until the phones began to ring.

“Jus’ ignore it, honey.” His teeth pull against your bottom lip, bringing your attention back to him. You screw your eyes shut, hand falling to cup the nape of his neck as his lips continue their mapping of your skin. Purposefully, he plays with a lock of your hair, tucks it behind your ear, and lets his finger ghost over your neck. “Gonna kiss you now,” you murmurs, “Doin’ some of my best work here and you’re missing it.”

He pouts.

Your throat clenches, bobbing with a thick swallow and Steve thinks if this wasn’t so tender and sweet, he’d be latching onto that pulse instead. “Okay…” Your mouth parts expectantly, eyes fluttering closed, hand coming up to caress his jaw.

It’s sublime. It’s perfect. It’s the biggest relief he’s ever felt when you return his touch—parting your lips to receive the tip of his tongue against yours. Thirst. Desperation. Enthusiastic limbs scrambling to feel more of him. A bucking of your hips against his thigh and he’s soaring up into heaven with the sensation.

Except the damn phone won’t stop ringing. 

“Steve,” you pant, hand reaching up to fist his hair and pull him from your the sensitive spot he’s located behind your ear. As you tangle your fingers in his mane of hair, securing your grip with a tug, he breaks contact with your slick skin with a strangled moan.

Oh.

You file that particular reaction away for further investigation and direct his attention to the loudly ringing phone on the nightstand. He rolls off of you with an exasperated noise and answers the call in a sulk. “Hi, Ma.”

His expression changes so quickly you nearly have whiplash; lazy and pouty one moment to shocked silent in the next while his mother lectures him, a mile a minute. Eyes cutting to you, he grabs your phone from the same table and holds it in font of you to unlock it via Face ID. You roll your eyes and bat him away, taking a slug of water from the glass on your bedside table.

“Shit,” Steve mutters, putting himself on mute and his mom on speaker as he scrolls through your phone. “Holy fucking shit, nonono.”

You lean over and take a peek. He’s thumbing through Facebook, pupils blown wide in shock at the sheer number of notifications on his accidental post. Because yes, Steve accidentally cross-posted the photos from Instagram to Facebook as an update, like genius. 

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

He drops your phone on the bed when it starts to ring, like it’s a venomous thing that could take him down in one strike. 

Sheepishly, he looks to you and mouths ‘I’m so sorry’ as he returns to his mother’s raging diatribe. 

After checking the caller ID, you answer, voice flat. “Hello.”

“You little scamp,” Eddie tuts, “Stole my idea of eloping in Vegas and everything, I hate you.”

In spite of yourself, you crack a smile. “It’s a prank, babe.” A sigh as you pull your hair up and off of your shoulders. “Not legally binding at all. Having Byers on deck really sold the idea though.”

“You are the absolute worst, Trouble.” You warm at his soft laughter, “What’d you do to get Steve to agree? Drop to you knees all nice and pretty?”

A swell of pride accompanies the rush of heat at the thought of your earlier rendezvous. “Y’know Eds, I did exactly that. How perceptive of you.”

He cackles. “It’s tried and true for a reason, babe.” Steve is nodding furiously at whatever his mother is yammering on about, bare back toward you as he sits on the edge of the bed. 

A push and a slide across the rumpled sheets and you’ve wrapped around him like a vine. His thumb rubs at your ankle, pulling your leg to envelop his hip. Opposite arm dangling across his chest as you press your face into his neck, revelling in his scent—cypress, vetiver, and something slight musky tinged with salt. All warm and pliable.

“Nance may have called in some reinforcements.” Eddie says carefully. “I told her to fuck off, but she’s beyond reason at this point.”

“Whaddya mean?”

He sighs, “Just be on the lookout for an angry lesbian, alright?”

You snort, drawing Steve’s attention. He twists in your hold, phone discarded on the table finally, fingers trailing tantalizingly up and down your sides. Pushes you back against the bed, chin resting on your sternum as you talk with Eddie, head tilted as he listens.

Begging off the phone call, you say your goodbyes. “Hey,” Eddie says before you go, voice soft and warm, “You happy babe? You sound it.”

“Yeah,” you turn your head and grin at the ridiculousness of your life. Steve follows your lips, his own blazing a trail across your chest and up to meet your shoulder. “I’m really happy, Eds.”

Steve plucks the phone from your hand, “Bye Munson!” He sings before ending the call and unceremoniously dropping your phone on the floor.

And Steve never thought a person was supposed to laugh so hard during sex, or maybe that’s just your own brand of love, but he doesn’t want to find out with anyone else.

It’s the fifth time, and Steve’s dick is about to fall off—how are you still doing this—just a few thrusts in when the banging on the door frightens the both of you into your clothes.

Robin swings it open and Steve is desperately tucking himself into his pants before—please, no.

“It smells like ass in here!” She hollers, “The hell have you two been—oh my god.”

“Shut up, Rob!” You respond from the corner of the room, head ripping through the neck hole of a shirt, legs wiggling into a pair shorts. Steve is still shirtless, hoping he might spontaneously combust.

“Oh my god,” Robin whispers again, “Oh… my god.” She sputters on the verge of either eruption or death.

“You freaky little—” she hisses, before screaming, “Oh fuck no! I’m here picking your asses up. Got on a flight at ass o'clock from Indy— you're butt-ass-naked in here—” She stands ram-rod straight, hands on her hips angrily. “I’m tellin’ on you.”

“Telling on?! What are you, five!? You’re so annoying, Rob!”

“Annoying? What’s annoying is—I’m exhausted! And well— you're exhausted too, huh?”

“I hate you.”

She snickers, high-fiving herself before crossing her arms, “Now get your freaky asses outside so I can go home and drink myself into forgetting I ever saw Harrington’s dick.”

You pat her on the shoulder, “It’s nice, huh?”

Robin dry-heaves, “Uh-uh. That’s enough. Go wash your damn hands.”

A few minutes later, Steve closes the door to the now-silent hotel room, damp with sweat and the lingering aroma of musk. Robin trots on ahead, leading the pair of you through the lobby and out into the dry desert heat.

His hand pulls at yours, reassuring and warm. A small smile blooms across your face and you allow yourself to revel in it for a moment: heading home with Steve, can't even bring yourself to be all that mad at Robin's antics.

Not when he turns back to check on you, all tan skin and that devastating smile. Tugs you closer as Robin flags down the Uber, lays his lips against yours, and kisses you with a sweetness only he could bring.

Oh yeah, you think tangling your free hand in his shirt. This'll do just fine.

[dnpsuck]

hi! because the sims 4 base game is officially free for everyone, i’m gonna list all the mods i use/recommend + cc creators i usually download from to make your game more interesting if base game is all you can own for now. or if you already own several packs and you just want to know what i use!

before you continue:

how to install cc and mods;

be mindful: the more mods and cc you install, the more likely your game is to lag or even break;

some of the mods and cc listed here contain adult (18+) content. view and download at your own discretion;

most mods require updates after game updates, meaning you might need to download new versions of the mods you’ve installed after a game update;

not all mods and cc will be suited for only base game, some might require more dlc. make sure what you’re adding to your game is compatible with the packs you own;

read ALL the information provided by the creators listed;

being familiar with certain modding/the sims 4 terms can be useful here but if you have any questions i can try to answer them for you :)

ps: these are mods and cc i like to use for my personal gameplay style. you might have different tastes and be interested in different mods and cc, of course! so feel free to explore as much as you want until you find what you like!

MODS:

CAS:

more columns in cas by weerbesu: adds more columns to the items menu for easier browsing when you have a lot of content (dlc or cc).

more cas presets by zerbu: without this mod, the game offers a very limited amount of options for body and face presets. this mod adds 100+ more options for these categories, all extracted from the game itself meaning they don’t count as cc.

custom cas background: i currently use this sims 2 background; installing custom cas background is the same as installing cc or mods but i recommend creating a separate folder for your current cas background so you can keep track of it and easily replace it.

shadow remover by xurbansimsx: removes the shadow below your sim in cas. ideal for when you use custom cas backgrounds.

BUILD/BUY:

better build/buy by twistedmexi: better ways to organize and find cc or debug items in the build/buy catalog. for easier browsing when you have a lot of content (dlc or cc).

no weather build/buy by twistedmexi: (requires the seasons expansion pack) gets rid of weather elements such as snow and rain when you enter build/buy mode.

GAMEPLAY:

mc command center by deaderpool: expands functionality for a variety of gameplay aspects. one of the most popular mods because it allows you to control more aspects of gameplay with ease. i recommend reading deaderpool’s website carefully and watching tutorials if needed for a better understanding of the mod. make sure you’re downloading modules that are compatible with the dlc you own.

slice of life by kawaii stacie: adds more realistic situations and events to your sims daily life such as personality, illness, parties, social interactions, etc. you can choose to disable certain features.

ui cheats by weerbesu: allows you to manually cheat by directly clicking on the user interface instead of typing on the cheats bar. all the ways you can use this mod are listed on weerbesu’s page.

(+18) wicked whims by turbodriver: this mod contains explicit adult content that is not suited for players younger than 18 or anyone who is uncomfortable with nudity and graphic sex visuals. only proceed if you’re over 18 years of age and at your own discretion. you’ve been fairly warned. this mod adds detailed and explicit sex gameplay. more animations can be downloaded separately. read turbodriver’s website carefully for more information and further instructions.

MISC:

ts4 mod manager by gametimedev: software that allows you to manage, organize or delete the mods and cc you have installed. useful if you have a lot of cc or broken cc you wanna delete but don’t know the file name.

reshade: it’s a software that allows you to change the color and shades of your game’s graphics (works for more than just sims 4). not an immediate must-have and it took me several tutorials (try this one by misslollypopsims) to understand how to properly use it lmao then it took me more time to find and and adjust a preset exactly the way i liked it, but i really like the results!

CC:

first let’s understand the difference between alpha and maxis match cc:

alpha cc tends to be more detailed, trying to give more realistic traits (like flowy hair, detailed ruffles, etc). this style doesn’t match maxis cartoon-style graphics for the sims 4 and can look out of place;

maxis match cc like the term says, matches maxis graphics and tend to look like they belong in the game, as if maxis had made that content.

visual comparison by simlishliz;

you can download whatever type of cc you like, you don’t have to stick to only one of these styles. feel free to explore as you please!;

however, the creators listed here provide mostly maxis match content because i prefer this style;

also, the creators listed here provide mostly cas cc, but some also may occasionally provide build/buy custom creations;

more things:

read the information and instructions provided by each creator before downloading any cc;

some cc might require certain dlc you may not own;

bgc = base game compatible; you don’t need any dlc!;

some creators listed here may provide content that’s not suitable for players younger than 18! explore and download at your discretion;

IMPORTANT:

most links redirect to the creator’s patreon page 

some cc might not be available for free, as creators can put their content behind a paywall for a limited amount of time (around 2-3 weeks) following ea guidelines; 

cc cannot be put behind permanent paywalls as it goes against ea’s guidelines and copyrights.

however it’s okay for cc creators to make money off their creation if people are willing to financially support them in exchange for early access to their content! 

consider supporting your favorite creators if you can :) 

with no further delays, here are the cc creators i usually download from (in no particular order):

kumikya

twistedcat

dudley’s trailer

solistair

casteru

dogsill

sentate

serenity

trillyke

magnolian farewell

aharris00britney

arethabee

jius-sims

imvikai

greenllamas

simstrouble

oydis

jellymoo

cloudcat

miiko

rusty’s

solacedo

candysims

caio

sm sims

simcelebrity00

joliebean

simancholy

boonstow

bustedpixels

imamiii

boaschianacc

madlen

amelylina

adrienpastel

other ways to find cc:

the sims resource: a website that hosts a variety of cc for all sims games. you can find more alpha and build/buy cc and it’s a trustworthy website (at least the most trustworthy out of all the cc hosting websites). however it also displays a lot of ads, gives you a countdown to download content and keeps shoving a paid subscription in your face so it can be quite annoying to download from there. also it’s hard to know what’s the future of tsr considering ea just announced an official platform for the sims 4 cc (they’ll likely survive but might suffer some loss, but we still can’t be sure).

tumblr: using tags such as #ts4cc #ts4mm will lead you to more creators and options than the ones listed here. however anyone can post anything using those tags so 1) you might see unrelated content and 2) be careful for viruses and weird links. avoid adfly links.

youtube: look for cc showcase/shopping videos! simmers will often show you what cc they have or got for their game and will link the creators and websites they’ve used!

IN SUMMARY:

read everything about the mod or cc you want in your game before downloading them; 

more cc = more problems, don’t download too much content if your computer/laptop can’t handle it and regularly clean up your mods folder;

there’s nothing i can do about console players, i’m very sorry;

dlc can make the game more interesting so if you want/can get more dlc do some research on what each different pack or kit provides!

no, i don’t know how to pirate the sims 4 but i won’t not encourage it if you find a trustworthy source ;)

be on the look out for mods updates after every game update! outdated mods can break your game!;

feel free to ask me anything and i’ll try my best to help you!

[westonsims00]

🚨 New-ish ??? Simblr Alert 🚨

Hey, y'all! I'm Weston, but you can call me Wes. I'm a very old trans guy from the East Coast that's been gaming forever. I got into The Sims franchise in 2006 and have fond memories of loading up TS2 on my bulky Windows XP desktop after school and getting thoroughly creeped out by the burglar music and being fully invested in the Olive Specter lore. While I've played the game for a long time and have followed other Simblrs/Youtubers/etc. I wasn't inspired to upload my own content until 2020. Since then, I've tried (and failed lol) to build a following, but I'm hoping the fifth third time's a charm! You'll find builds (mostly shells), CAS challenges/downloads, and savefile progress (I'll talk more about Deathmoure, soon!) posted here. I also have plans to share CC and maybe a legacy challenge creation, as I'm not the best at storytelling, but absolutely love doing the prep work for it. Follow, share, like, etc., if you're an old gamer, too lol! Also, if you're black, neurodivergent, queer, or an escapist that feels safer living your truth in the game than IRL (*sigh*). I see you, I feel you ♡.

Let's be homies :)

[espithewarlock]

Happy @1016week Day 1 - Monza!

Mild content warning for a vaguely consensual non-monogamous relationship...

（*゜ー゜*）

Monza is a magical track. There is something about the air, the energy, that fills his soul and clouds his head. Everyone’s potential at Monza is limitless and anything can happen.

Charles knew that was true of any track, of course, but he didn’t understand how special Monza was until he raced there in Formula One for the first time.

Things were different back then, during his rookie season. His race suit was different, a mixture of white and a darker red than he wanted. Even then he knew he would be trading that outfit for the bright red of Ferrari very soon, and the crowd loved him for it.

Pierre’s outfit also changed over the years. It started as a mixture of blues, then became white with navy, and this year was the first year he was in black with blue and pink accents.

That year, back in 2018, they were both racing at Monza in F1 for the first time and they didn’t understand the true magic of the track. They didn’t know how it worked. Neither scored any points, but that was almost expected of them in their junior teams.

They still fell into bed together that night, energy pulsing through their bodies with some unknown force that they had yet to harness and understand. It drew them together. They did not talk about it the next day. They were simply friends once again.

In 2019, they began to learn. Pierre was suffering, the tragic loss of their dear friend and his mid-season demotion still so fresh and painful, and he finished the race just out of the points. Charles stood on the top step for the second race in a row.

That night, when they came together, it was in celebration and in agony. It was perfect and wonderful and awful.

They did not talk about it the next day.

Monza was a track of balance. It would give and it would take. It would build them up and it would break them down. They learned that it would make one of them bleed for the other one to flourish and thrive.

2020 made that all the more obvious. His crash was horrible, but seeing Pierre on the top step made all of those negative feelings wash away.

Charles bled, and he tasted victory on Pierre’s tongue for the first time. It was one of the best things he had ever tasted in his life.

They did not talk about it the next day.

In 2021 they reversed yet again. Charles was only a couple of seconds off of the podium while Pierre got a DNF. Neither of them tasted like champagne that night. It didn’t matter.

Just being together, for that one night, was all he needed.

They did not talk about it the next day.

The race in 2022 was when it started to feel different. Charles had already bled for so many races that year. He didn’t have anything else to give. He had felt the championship slipping out of his grasp, despite standing on the second step of the podium.

Pierre also finished in the points, though much further down. Sadly, it was one of his best finishes of the season. Maybe Pierre was sacrificing his whole season for Charles’ success. Maybe Monza was making Charles bleed for Pierre.

Whatever the reason, that night was slower, softer than any of their previous nights together. It lingered in a way that sent chills up Charles’ spine. Not for the first time, he longed for more.

They did not talk about it the next day.

This year felt familiar. Expected. They left the track together, as they always did. Charles wasn’t thrilled with his fourth place finish, despite what he told the media. He knew that a podium had been possible for him. Pierre was never in the points.

Everybody knows about them. Their girlfriends, their families, their friends. Everybody knows and allows them to have this. Monza. The one night a year where they can be together as something more.

Pierre slides into the passenger seat of Charles’ Ferrari as he starts the engine. Neither of them speak as he drives. They never do.

As he drives, Charles keeps his free hand on Pierre’s thigh. He can feel the strong muscles beneath his palm and the disappointment rolling off of Pierre.

Charles pulls into the guest parking spot at Pierre’s apartment. Honestly, it might as well have his own name on it for this day every year. Today, the spot is his. Pierre is his.

As soon as the door is closed, Pierre pushes him up against the wall and connects their lips together. They both groan since it’s been a year since they’ve last tasted each other in the only way that matters.

Pierre says Charles’ name across his lips. It’s soft, reverent in a way they rarely get to experience. Charles says Pierre’s name right back, a plea, a whisper, desperate with desire. It doesn’t take them long to find their way into the bedroom.

For tonight, it’s not Pierre’s bedroom. It’s their bedroom. They can pretend.

Clothing is shed along the way and very quickly they are bare before each other. He feels Pierre pressing him into the mattress with his entire being. Charles lets Pierre’s fingers into his body, and then Pierre himself.

He is completely surrounded by the sensation that is Pierre. It consumes him, inside and out. He lives for this. He longs for this. Monza is the one day a year where he gets to experience this. To indulge in the fantasy that he can have this.

There are still no words between them. Gasps, moans, sighs, and whines fill the air as they move together. Sweet nothings are whispered, murmured against skin, hidden, concealed from their ears.

They find their release together, sweaty and stated and tangled up in each other. Pierre kisses every part of his skin that he can reach until they are both exhausted. Charles returns the kisses with equal fervor.

In the morning, they will wake up with their limbs still tangled together. Pierre will take him by the hand and lead them into the shower.

They will step under the spray together, noses brushing up against each other but lips not touching. As much as Charles wants them to, they won’t touch again for another year.

They will wash each other’s bodies in a way that is achingly familiar and completely out of their grasp. Pierre will not touch Charles in the way that he wants. In the way that he craves.

It will no longer be Monza and they will no longer belong only to each other.

They will dry off and make their way into Pierre’s kitchen. Pierre will make himself coffee and Charles will make himself tea. He will endure the inevitable teasing since he knows that Pierre buys a box specifically for him every year.

Conversation will be light and easy and friendly between them. They will talk about the race, the next one in Singapore, their girlfriends, their families, their plans for the upcoming week.

They will not talk about it the next day.

Before he leaves, Charles will make one concession. He will lean in close and press a kiss, sweet and lingering, to Pierre’s cheek.

Pierre will duck his head to try and hide his smile. Charles will see it anyway. Pierre will gently twine their fingers together and squeeze his hand as he says goodbye. Charles will wish that Pierre asks him to stay.

It will be another year before they are like this again. This season will end, the next season will begin, and Monza will still be on the calendar.

Maybe next year will be the year that they talk about it the next day.

[nitrozem]

Simblr New Years Resolution 2024

Tagged by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants Thanks!

What's your Resolution for your Simblr?

Hmm, I would say work on all my main sims profiles/intros though at one point I want to build up an entire post apocalyptic world build. Probably in Evergreen Harbor.

What do you want from the Sims Franchise?

Fairies, Cemetery lot types, Mermaid and Alien revamps so they are more on par with the other occult sims, an American swamp world, a Caribbean Latino based world, pet revamps (because I feel like our furry friends need more love yeah?) MORE elder content (gameplay and CAS, I need more balding hairstyles gdi) Furniture and clothes from like the 60's-80's

probably a lot more but those are the ones I can think of for now

Any other New Years Resolutions?

Just continue to improve my art/draw more and I'm looking to bring another cat into our household, it feels so empty now after we lost our other cat in October and I think our dog is sad that his friend isn't around. Probably going to wait until spring or summer though...

anyway I tag @theosconfessions @simbico @irrewilderer @caffeinatedtrait @introvertedfox @sirianasims @limeysims @simulation-machine and anyone who wants to do it (no pressure obviously...)

[drill-teeth-art]

Demonstration in Chemistry

A scene between Mixmaster and Starscream set in my fan continuity! Figured I’d post another bit of writing.

Summary: Starscream requests Devastator’s assistance with some demolition, but only Mixmaster shows up for the job. He is...startlingly more effective at the task than the seeker expected.

Content Warnings: None that I can think need specifying, but feel free to let me know if I should add something here!

Note: Starscream uses it/its pronouns. Scene under the cut !

“I requested Devastator,” the air commander tapped its foot with agitation, looking at the single Constructicon sent to fulfill its demolition request. The mixer truck put his hands on his hips, gaze drifting from the perturbed seeker to the target of demolition. It was a radio tower, and it was admittedly tall. But it wouldn’t be any trouble for him. “You do-don’t need De-De-Devastator for this!” he practically cackled, leisurely walking up to the tower and tapping the claw of his replaced hand on it. “No-nope. I can ha-handle it.” Starscream tilted its head up slightly and raised its wings, offended by his laughter. “Don’t do a sloppy job. We’re going to use this area, and I don’t need chemical waste clean up on my to-do list.” “Sooo cheeky,” Mixmaster hummed, his optic attachments clicking as they moved. The air commander frowned dramatically and flared its wings, but the Constructicon didn’t respond to its pouting, stepping around the tower and mumbling. “What are you going on about?” “Shhh… I’ve al-almost got it,” Mixmaster waved his non-clawed hand at Starscream to hush it. Starscream only became more annoyed, puffing out its chest some and hissing slightly. Mixmaster only looked over and tilted his head at the seeker. “Chemical formula. Al-almost figured ou-out a suitable one. Ca-can’t calculate an-and talk to yo-you at the same ti-time.” The seeker relaxed its posture some, not fully understanding but realizing that it had been a bit hasty to anger. “…continue.” The Constructicon continued to mutter a while longer, and out of curiosity, Starscream kind of wished it understood what he was saying. Chemistry was never Starscream’s strong suit, and he was whispering in a dialect that was unfamiliar to the seeker. Starscream watched with intrigue as he picked off a bit of the metal from the tower with his claw and put it in his mouth. He held the bit of metal in his mouth a while before blowing out a small puff of green steam out. “That wi-will do,” he nodded with satisfaction and waved at Starscream a little. “Ba-back a bit.” Too interested to make another pouty show, Stasrcream stepped back until the Constructicon chemist seemed satisfied. Mixmaster smiled and nodded with approval before turning back to the tower. He reached back for his mixing drum, feeling around the opening at the top with his replaced hand. Starscream grimaced at an appendage being put inside the drum, even if it was Mixmaster’s own hand. He pulled out a glob of green slime and pressed it up against one of the beams of the tower. The mixer truck chuckled lightly when the goop started to bubble and turn a sickening shade of violet. Starscream watched in horror as the beam of the tower was evaporated by the hungry and rapidly spreading purple mass. The tower creaked and tipped as its support was devoured, but the insatiable concoction ate faster than the tower fell. Before long, there was no more radio tower, just a writhing puddle of purple slime. Mixmaster stepped over to the puddle, and the air commander had to stop itself before it screamed a warning at him out of instinct. The chemist powered on his optic laser and blasted the puddle with a blue beam. The boiling puddle settled into a green slime again, which he scooped up and slipped back into his drum. “Th-there you are!” he hummed, smiling pleasantly as he stepped over to Starscream. “No mo-more pesky tower on y-your building site.” Starscream flinched minutely as he held out his hand to it. The seeker examined his face, trying to discern his intentions. “Extra en-energon,” he beckoned with his fingers some. “I wa-was promised extra for th-the overtime.” Starscream snapped out of its slight fear and took out half an energon cube and carefully placed it in his hand. “Of course. Good work.” The mixer truck chuckled some before tossing up the cube and catching it in his barrel. The cube and the energon inside were absorbed in this swirling sludge in seconds, the drum rumbling softly and twisting back and forth a few times contentedly. “The metals on this p-p-planet are much less complex than ba-back home. Ea-easy to find we-weaknesses in,” Mixmaster purred, smiling jovially. Starscream laughed slightly and noticeably anxiously. “Well, good to know Cybertronian alloys are less vulnerable than…” its gaze flicked to where the tower had been. “…that.” “Less vulnerable, ye-yes,” Mixmaster mused. “But no-not by as much as y-you’d think.” Stascream raised a brow quizzically, acutely aware of the nervous twitching of its wings. “It’s li-like I’ve heard y-you say before,” the mixer truck shrugged a bit. “Every one ha-has a weakness.” Starscream met the Constructicon’s gaze, unable to read his smiling expression. It couldn’t tell if there was any threat hidden behind that objectively pleasant grin. “Go-goodbye for now, co-co-commander. If you ne-need anything else, I’m av-available the ne-next few shifts,” Mixmaster purred and stepped past Starscream, transforming into his cement truck alt mode and leisurely cruising away from the seeker. The Constructicon chemist was more clever, powerful, and charismatic than Starscream had ever given him credit for. Hmmm. It would have to remember that.

[alltimefail-sims]

I'm sure this has been done, but I wanted to showcase some of my favorite fem-frame looks from the new Horse Ranch EP.

More of my thoughts and some mediocre screenshots under the cut ↓

"There will be no horse content from me" she says only a few hours ago... like a lying liar. But I'm way out of my depth with this pack friends... I have no idea what I'm doing. I know nothing about horses or ranches lmfao, but I ended up testing the new pack out because I can't go into the Jacobs save until some mods are updated. Thus, Lea Hahn was born!

I was pleasantly surprised with the CAS items for this pack! Granted, three of the hairs I showcased above are BG, but I still kind of count them with the pack because they came with the prep-update. I love the dirtier clothes and wish more clothes from other packs came with dirty swatches.

Here's a picture of Lea and her horse, Bullet Train; an elder rescue who is supposed to be really defiant, but her and Lea actually clicked right away. 🥺❤️ Lea is already on level 3 horseback riding. I felt like the skill was gained surprisingly fast, but I guess I shouldn't complain haha.

Also, I can't tell if her jeans are glitching with the saddle's texture (the feet place - stirrups I think they're called?). But it looks like there is a texture issue there where the stirrups (?) are the same blue as the jeans... and if that is an issue, it should not be lmao. Especially not with clothes that literally came with the pack lmao... but I digress!

Need a good default eye for these horses. I think they're pretty cute but their eyes are soulless lmfao.

The build and buy stuff in this pack is probably my favorite that has come out in a while. TS4 is good at looking good, and the decor does not disappoint. I love the "shabby" look, I love all the wood tones and the textures. HOWEVER - I am upset there are references to basket weaving, but basket weaving is not a skill. Pottery would have been a great skill for this EP too. I just want more things to do with my sim. For $40.00, I think they should have threw in at least one more skill-building activity, but that's just my opinion.

As for the world/townies, I really like this one. I wasn't crazy about San Sequoia, but I'm loving this world. (Go figure, I'm a Strangerville girly so we already knew that would be the case.) Lea met her neighbors, Don Gooseman and the "Mysterious Rancher" who were really helpful and kind, despite her being incredibly awkward because she's a loner.

Final bright side: I'm shocked that I haven't encountered any major bugs like... at all. Usually new EPs are riddled with issues, but so far things seem to be pretty smooth. That is a welcome change, but the bar is in hell when we're excited about an EP being functional upon release lol...

I haven't tried nectar making, but I'm going to try that tomorrow so uhhhh... more thoughts to come I guess. If you read all of this... ily❤️.

Okay bye!

[simstasia]

It's been a while...

So... yeah. It really has been a while since I posted anything on this Simblr, especially anything that is gameplay-related. To those who are still following me, thank you so much! I will post again someday, I promise.

I wanted to come on here to talk about the state of The Sims 4 right now. This is more of me venting my frustrations with the game than anything else, but if you're reading this... again, thank you. I haven't touched The Sims 4 gameplay probably since last spring, and the reason for that is that my game is simply unplayable at this point. Okay, it's not quite that bad, but the immersion is just not there anymore. I realized how bad the situation was when I finally sat down and played The Sims 3 for the first time in forever. I bought The Sims 3 for the first time in my life around 2021, and before that, I had only played The Sims 4. Playing The Sims 3, I realized how immersive the game can be. Sure, it has its issues with lag, but honestly, currently, my Sims 3 game runs mostly better than The Sims 4, aside from CAS and build mode. But aside from those, the gameplay in The Sims 3 is so rich, and I don't even own nearly all the packs! I also enjoy how spontaneous the game can be, where crazy drama just happens without me forcing it. And let's not even talk about how beautiful and big the Sims 3 worlds are! Gameplay-wise, it's honestly hard for me to believe The Sims 3 is the predecessor of The Sims 4.

Right, so I might start posting more The Sims 3 content, but this post is meant to be about The Sims 4. First of all, there just isn't enough gameplay in the game. The base game is extremely limited and boring to play on its own, but the extra packs honestly aren't much better. The features added are usually extremely shallow and don't add anything for long-term gameplay. And man do I miss having different animations for interactions! In The Sims 4, Sims just move their hand, and things appear in front of them like magic.

Second of all, the simulation lag completely breaks any immersion I have for the gameplay. If you don't know, simulation lag is basically that thing that happens when your Sim won't perform an action no matter what you tell them to do. Instead, they just stand around and stare into space while often bobbing their head around. No mod I've found has been able to fix this issue, and The Sims creators clearly have no intentions of fixing it either. Granted, my laptop is very old and I have a lot of CC, so I expect to run into some issues in my game. However, I have seen Sims creators with top-notch gaming computers have horrible game-breaking simulation lag, meaning this isn't just an issue with my old laptop.

Lastly (seriously thank you so much if you've read this far), EA does not care about the game or its players. Lately, pretty much all the newer packs have had game-breaking bugs on release, and some of them have still not been fixed (ahem, My Wedding Stories). And even after all the complaints from players, the latest For Renting expansion pack came with a small world mostly consisting of rabbit holes and set dressing and limited and broken gameplay. What I've seen the pack has made many players' games completely unplayable and even messed up their old saves.

In conclusion... I stopped buying The Sims 4 packs since My Wedding Story and WILL NOT purchase them ever again until they fix the current game (which is unlikely since many continue to purchase these broken packs). It seems complaining about the state of the game does nothing, and instead, we should be hitting where it hurts... EA's money.

Also, expect some Sims 3 gameplay...

[positive-meme-experience]

Introduction to safety planning: The Stanley-Brown Safety Plan

TW: Suicide, mental health crisis

Hi! I wanted to try giving a primer on safety planning as it is something I have a lot of experience with. I will be focusing on the Stanley-Brown Safety Plan and touching on means safety as part of that.

What it is

https://988.ca/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/Stanley-Brown-Safety-Plan-8-6-21.pdf

The Stanley-Brown Safety Plan is an evidence-based document that is meant to assist a person who is building up to or having a mental health crisis. Think of it like a fire drill. We do them because, in moments of crisis, the part of the brain responsible for rational thinking and problem-solving tends to go quiet. Fire drills get practiced so that, even when you can't think clearly, you know what to do. Similar sort of thing. When a person is having a mental health crisis they probably aren't thinking clearly about what they can do to stay safe. This document, if referenced during a crisis, can help remind them of their options.

Who should do it

Anyone with a predisposition toward mental health crises of any sort. It's often used with people who have suicidal ideation, but I've also done them with only slight modification with clients who are prone to substance abuse or anxiety attacks. It's better to have one and not need it than the other way around. I have one that I fortunately haven't needed to refer to because I believe in leading by example.

When should it be done?

Before crisis strikes! While the person is stable and able to think clearly. If a crisis is already ramping up and you don't know what to do, call your local mental health hotline (988 in the US) or emergency services such as 911.

Filling it out

I'll go through and talk about each question individually. Most questions have spaces for a few answers, depending on which format you use (an app or the form I linked)

Warning signs

These are anything (thoughts, feelings, behaviors, situations/triggers) that let you know that you're starting to go into crisis. Note that feelings can be emotional or purely physical. Can be immediate (rapid breathing, panic, thoughts of self harm/suicide) or longer-term (not sleeping well for a few days, not bathing, not taking medication etc.) These will look different from person to person and require some introspection. If you're helping someone else fill it out, you can mention things that you've noticed are precursors to bad mental health. The idea behind this section is to recognize when things are getting bad early enough to start intervening.

Internal coping strategies

Coping strategies that don't involve other people. Something you could do if you're home alone and your phone is dead. Can be coping strategies you learned in therapy (square breathing, mindfulness, etc.) Or things that just help you take your mind off of things until you're regulated again (hobbies, listening to music, going for a walk, spending time with pets, etc.) Should focus on non-harmful strategies, so avoid things like drinking or getting high. There are lots of possible answers, so it's really just whatever helps the person get back to baseline.

People and social settings that help provide a distraction

Anyone you could potentially call to talk or hang out that would help you take your mind off of things. Can also be people you live with. Doesn't have to be someone you're comfortable spilling your heart out to, just someone who can help distract you until you're feeling better. Similar thing with places. Sometimes just getting a change of scenery can be helpful. If being somewhere dark and quiet helps you regulate, you can put that, though the idea is preferably somewhere you're not alone, like the library, a park, the mall, etc. Again, try to avoid things like the bar as alcohol can make things worse.

People you can ask for help

Distinct from the last question in that these should be people you trust a bit more. Once distractions and coping skills have failed, who would you contact saying, "I need help?" Someone that you can talk to about what's going on, and who could feasibly help you call emergency services or drive you to an ER/crisis center. Can be friends, family, caregivers, staff where you live, etc.

Note about the people sections: Should include phone numbers on the plan so that you don't have to think at all to reach them. Also, best practice is to let people who are on your safety plan know that they are, especially in the "ask for help section"

Professionals or agencies you can contact during a crisis

Generally, people like mental health or medical professionals. If the person has a therapist, you can put them here. Or a trusted doctor. Someone with a bit more training than the typical person.

This section is also where you put down the address of the nearest ER or walk-in crisis center so that, safety permitting, you can go there in person without having to call 911. (Calling 911, while sometimes necessary, often leads to having to deal with police, which can be less than ideal when dealing with a mental health crisis depending on where you are.)

Making the environment safer

This step is where you think/talk about lethal means safety. There's a lot to it, and if you're in a position where you need to support someone who is a high suicide risk and you have limited access to professional help, I recommend you look into "means safety" and "Counseling on access to lethal means" ( aka CALM). In brief, you want to identify any specific methods the person may have thought of. Typically, when someone has suicidal thoughts, there's one or a few specific methods their mind tends to go to, and research has shown that if they actually become actively suicidal their mind will go to that method. If You can limit access to those methods such that it takes even just a few extra minutes, you can save their life. Things like hiding knives in a lock box or having someone else hold onto medications until they need to be dispensed can make a huge difference!

A note about guns: firearms are incredibly deadly to a suicidal person. Some people are very resistant to giving up their firearms, but as I mentioned, even just delaying access to them by a few minutes can be helpful. If you're trying to safety plan with someone who owns firearms, look into local laws about storing them elsewhere, letting a trusted family member hold onto them, etc. Gun safes where the at risk person doesn't know the combination or even just storing ammo separately can make a difference.

What is the most important thing to you that is worth living for?

This question isn't on the one I linked, but it is on the one I use for work. I think it's worth noting, even if you have to write it in. The only "correct" answer is the honest one. What is the one thing (are a few things) that will stay your hand if push came to shove?

Additional resources

Suicideprevention.mhrrg.com has some excellent videos about suicidality and means safety

Zerosuicide.edc.org has some great info about suicide, including a course on CALM. I don't remember if you have to pay for the course or sign in through an organization, but if not it's a great thing to learn about.

Also, I would recommend looking into whether or not your local community mental health centers run walk-in centers (WICs) as they can be a resource if you don't want to call the police or go to the ER.

[emilyrosesims]

Okay, Immediate thoughts on the Horse Ranch Expansion Pack

I’m pulling my information from the video above, the leaked pics and info here, and the blog post here.

First of all, i have to get this out of the way: I wish it was called Sims 4 Horsin' Around. Missed opportunity.

I won't lie: I wasn't one of the people clamoring for horses, either in Cats and Dogs or Cottage Living. But I'm still excited to have them join the game. And as I've before, splitting them off into the own packs can be a bit annoying, but it does allow the team to go deeper with them. Hopefully that's actually the case.

Speaking of which. Treating horses like cats and dogs was the right choice. I'm glad they're part of the family, unlike cows, llamas, and chickens. I'm glad they have the same customization options as dogs and cats. Although that does just highlight the need or a human CAS color wheel.

The world looks really nice. I'm glad to know it's 3 neighborhoods, but I am really curious about the amount of lots and their sizes. One of the neighborhoods is a national park. I'm hoping it's more like the Henford-on-Bagley wood area (where there are remote lots) rather then the national park from Granite Falls. And I do want a nice variety of lot sizes, especially the bigger ones for full ranches and farms.

The small goats and sheep are cute. Since you can actually sheer and milk them, I'm curious how they interact with other packs (Can we use sheep's wool for knitting?)

WE HAVE CEILING PAINT COMING HELL YES YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE WAITED FOR THIS!!!

The Build and Buy look good. Fine. I've been iching for more (south)western decorations. I'm so glad we have a full kitchen set. I'm personally not the biggest fan of cow print everything but that's okay. I'm mostly excited for those barn doors and windows. Can't wait to make a Johanna Gaines/Fixer Upper TM inspired house.

Kinda the same opinion on the human CAS. Nothing really stood out as amazing but so far nothing horrendous. A lot of it really isn't my personal style, but that's okay. I think it fits the theme.

I'm SO relieved the team hired an Indigenous sensitivity reader, added specific Native American items to the pack, and are donating to the Sacred Healing Circle. That's really important, and I'm glad they took that step. I hope they continue to have these types of collaborations and input.

So we’re still doing the pre-order bonus content I see. Can they please stop that? I'm begging now.

Overall I'm glad we have this coming. It's surprisingly soon after Growing Together - I figured we wouldn't get anything until the fall/holidays. I'm hoping this ends up being worth $40.

[twofee]

Sims tag

Thanks for tagging me @episims :)

1. what’s your favorite sims death?

old age with the hula dancers welcome but mostly i try not to let anyone die!

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

i’m somewhere in the middle, i have a game thats more heavy on the semi realistic content and another that’s more maxis match-y.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

i wouldn’t say i cheat, but i do have them work out a lot to change back

4. Do you use move objects?

of course but i usually wait until the end of the decorating stage to do that.

5. Favorite mod?

i don’t use a lot of mods but i guess whatever one adds custom sliders or at least the bodyshop sliders to regular CAS

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

Well my simming career started back in the sims 1 release days and I got double deluxe base game followed quickly by unleashed shortly after it’s original release.

7.  Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

like LIVing

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

i am very partial to Malle, Echo, Abba, and my legacy founder VJ!

9.  Have you made a simself?

in the past yes but i never really did much with her. there might be a saved file of her stashed away somewhere...

10. What sims traits do you give yourself?

very few outgoing points, plenty of nice points, a good handful of active

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

umm i tend to make lots of blonde sims but not with EA’s yellow blonde...so Brown I guess??

12. Favorite EA hair?

The shaggy surfer dude one

13. Favorite life stage?

Adult I guess

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the game play?

i’m more in it for sim creation and decorating that playing or building.

15. Are you a CC creator?

yeah i’ve got a whole downloads tag worth of it but i wouldn’t say i am good at it and i don’t do it very often.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sims squad?

i’d like to think you’re all my friends but a few are closer/more interactive than others

17. What’s your favorite game (1,2,3,4)?

TS2 forever, with a special space for sims 1 in my heart

18. Do you have any sims merch?

no, not really my thing

19. Do you have a youtube for sims?

i tried dabbling in sims machinima at once point way back in the day, even had a couple voice actors record lines for the start of my little story. i made a little prologue video that i posted on youtube. not sure if it’s still around in some dusty corner of the internet....

20. How has your “sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

while i have embraced and started leaning a little more maxis match since coming to simblr wayyyyy long ago, i would say it hasn’t changed too much, it’s still a mix of everything that i like and falls victim to my current mood and whims, but it’s maybe a little more cohesive now. i’d like to think someone could recognize twofee style decor or sim.

21. What’s your origin ID?

i don’t need it for sims as my install is off the discs but i think it’s twoffee

22. Who’s your favorite cc creator?

everyone who makes cc!! no way could you narrow that down!

23. How long have you had a simblr?

my archive says January of 2013 is when i finally gave up lurking!

24. How do you edit your pictures?

wow it’s been so long since i’ve done it, but i’ll crop, run a super old action i got from another popular simblr, then resize and be done. if i feel fancy i might add a little boarder shadow thing. but really not much.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

i just want more content of any variety. new hairs and clothes, new decor items, floors and walls, conversions from other games, new recolors of everything. maxis match and semi realistic. or even bringing back some long lost content. I have an entire folder of 2000s content on an old external HD that I would love to just plug into a fresh game folder and see whats in there. it was all stuff i downloaded to save while i was in college and not able to play but didn’t want to lose or forget.

i’ll tag: @charmandersims, @holleyberry, @ove51, @simmer-until-tender, @lurking-lilibeth, @andrevasims, @lifetime-want, @simoleontree, @grilledcheese-aspiration, and anyone else who wants to participate!

[forgiveness-in-the-misery]

I have this weird relationship to Sims 4 that I never had with any of the past Sims games.

The first time I got into Sims was playing Sims on the gamecube with my friend at the time, we knew fuck all about the game or how to actually play it which made it more bizarre and fun. Then I got Sims 2 for the playstation 2 which was a fun hot mess I played quite a lot after school and during summer breaks.

Then eventually Sims 3 was out and I had it and I had most the packs for it and holy shit it was fun. I made horrendous looking homes and my sims looked as good as anybody could manage considering how ugly the graphics are on that game. But it was fun. I loved having teens break curfew and running from the police, I loved doing affair plots and getting pop ups that a friend witnessed the affair and would proceed to tell my sim’s spouse which would inevitably lead to a lot of drama. I loved the songs on the stations and the slow dance animation.

Sims 3 was fun. Did it lag like a mother fucker? Yes, but I never cared or noticed much because I was having fun. I would take breaks for days or weeks but always enjoyed it when I came back to it.

Then Sims 4 came out and I didn’t buy it for several years because I watched people play it soon after release and it looked soul sucking. The world map was white and dead, the build buy options were almost non existent, the cas options also weren’t all that great and gameplay was severely lacking.

I myself didn’t buy it until they relented and finally allowed players to do away with gender constructs and let people put female items on male sims and vice versa. And I had fun, not nearly as much fun as I ever had with any of the past games, but fun. I bought every pack that came out mostly just to have gameplay of some kind and also in hopes of better clothes and build items.

Then more years later I found out about mods and custom content and that was a game changer for me. I have so much cc in my game it is unreal and when I think about it in terms of cas I use custom content I downloaded way more often than any of the items that came with any packs I have paid $20-$40 for which is not great.

Build buy i primarily use content I got with each pack because I like a lot of the items, when it comes to flooring and wallpaper I tend to use way more cc than pack content.

What bothers me is with past Sims games I never had to do this. I never wanted to, I was perfectly content with what the games had to offer me. Also gameplay.

I have spent so so much money over the years praying each pack that I purchase will improve the game, that it will add a feature that will breathe life into the game instead of me having to use my imagination and pretend anything is actually happening other than essentially watching fish in a fish bowl swim around until they die.

The thing is it still is just that. Fish in a bowl.

There is literally none of the drama or depth unless you force it to exist. There are no real consequences to affairs, the person being cheated on if they catch you will become upset sometimes, but two minutes later they will autonomously be talking and joking with their cheating spouse and the affair partner as if nothing happened at all. Kids have no curfew unless you force it to happen and even then not much comes of breaking it. The game is overly forgiving for a game that touted itself as being advanced.

With past games your sims would do cool shit while left unchecked, you could watch drama unfold, lives could be ruined. With sims 4 you get none of that. Even killing a sim is significantly more difficult in this game. Also ghosts irritate me because they are essentially another life state that will nonstop text and call asking to hang out unlike past games where they were this spooky addition who only appeared at night and were gone with the morning light. Now they’re just there 24/7 constantly breaking sinks and fridges and tubs. Your living sims seldom even react to ghosts except to chat or flirt with them unlike past games where a ghost sighting would scare them. Also the lack of cemeteries means you do just have a ghost annoying you nonstop unless you essentially delete them and per usual that doesn’t always work.

That is my main issue

Things don’t work. The game is broken in the most irritating ways that make it un fun to play. I haven’t been able to play with the horse aspect of the Horse Ranch pack because horses are broken. When I try and get them to eat they glitch and stand there until their needs drop drastically due to neglect. Then my game crashes.

For Rent has my game running so painfully slowly even with mods and custom content turned off and frequently it is impossible to find the option to make an apartment lot, then another issue is the inability to rent to anybody except whatever household I’m playing as.

Sims 4 tends to be more stressful than fun to play. So much of the game is broken and unplayable that I end up shutting it off in pure frustration. An issue I never had with the other games.

Most time playing the game is spent editing townies and editing homes and lots to look good, I seldom actually play the game beyond that.

I would say I wish the game will improve but I know it won’t. The team working on it are incompetent and each stream promoting new packs just irritate me because they never seem actually into what they’re selling. Plus by the way the For Rent stream was bad and the one chick saying she didn’t like any of the new hair for female sims because they remind her of her mom was weird as Hell. Also watching them try and hype people up about a lot that just has plants on it and several rabbit holes was annoying.

Will Sims 5 be good? No. I have genuinely no faith whatsoever in that game.