#shitton of plastics

[kraniumet]

in funner news for me, the kitties love the fresh frozen raw minced meatball cat/kitten food I've begun starting them on. which is good because good for them 👍

[thatonceandfutureprat]

It’s incredible how some people can simply…consume media without giving it any critical thought.

I watch, read, play or listen to something and I’ll lie in bed rotating it in my head and there’s people who watch, read, play or listen to something and go ‘alright! That was fun.’ without a second thought.

How???

[octobergraves]

i have a class assignment that is “write about something you believe in strongly” and i decided to talk about the absolute scam that is individual sustainability and i have probably rewritten this thing five different times because every time i try to approach it calmly and rationally i very quickly dissolve into absolute rage because it makes me SO fucking angry

[i-eat-dynamites]

` > incest, 3some, spit, mentions of pregnancy, nasty, nasty, NASTY┆pt.1

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"... Fuck did'ya say..?" Katsuki growled, his fingers dug on the fat of your thighs, awaiting his best friends reply. "It broke man, the condom." Eijiro mumbled, he looked at the stretched hole on the tip of his dick where the plastic uncomfortably constricted before ripping it off.

"C'mon, Kats, just this once." He positioned himself in between your legs again, using both his thumbs to spread your cunt open, poking and prodding it using his dick. "Tch... fuckin' bastard.....do it quick, greedy asshole." Katsuki sneered.

"W-what? You're g'nna... let 'im cum in me─?!" Your head still hazy and dizzy from your previous orgasm. "Finally came down from ya' high princess~?" Eijiro caressed your cheeks before planting a gentle kiss on it. "She still up for another load hm? Think she s right" He pried, rubbing the tip of his raw meat on your cunt.

'Y-you're seriously gunna cum n' me...?" "Yeah... but blastys head is itchin' t'xplode so... I'll make it quick 'kay..? don't worry though... I'll make sure t' fill ya up a shitton so there won't be anymore space left in your cunt for your bros seed~" Eijiro chuckled before plunging himself into you once more.

His muscles tensed at the hot and squishy feeling of your cervix around him. "Oh my god, oh go─d! fuck! s-soo deep-!!" Your arms fly around, trying to grab on something, anything, even reaching for your brother, grabbing onto his shoulders before digging your nails into them.

"Oh shiiit... y'feel me baby~? Wa-wanna be filled with... ba-babies~?" His hips began moving, but this time, no more gentle thrusts. His pace was animalistic and brutal to begin with, sending the headboard back and hitting the wall.

"Oh shit.. shit shit shit shit shiiiiit... mhfuck-! ohh fu─ck!" Eijiro moaned loudly, his hips messily pounding into you. Your arms fly around, trying to grab on something, anything. Your head was on Katsuki's chest while your legs were over Eijiro's shoulders.

"Fuck'n take it.. ugh go─d! take it, take it take it take i─t!!" His entire body shook while trying to press himself into you as hard as he can to ensure you take all of his cum. Eijiro panted, as if he was a pent up and desperate dog, humping and rutting into your cunt.

His muscles tensed, placing all his body weight on you. "Tch, ya tryna crush 'er idiot-?! Fuck off." Katsuki sneered before pushing his friend off of you. "F'she ends up havin' black 'aired babies, ma'fuckin' kill you." Katsuki gently flipped you around, now having you on your tummy while he placed a pillow just beneath your hips.

"Mnnh...'suki...yer turn.." You wiggled your ass a bit, spreading open your soft cheeks and giving him an eye full of your pink lil butt. "What, want my kids too sis? Heh..mom raised a bitch didn't she? raised a slutty fuckin daughter, always kissin' 'er big bros dick every night and havin' his friends take turns fuckin' this needy n' greedy little cunt yeah?"

He massaging your cheeks, groping and spreading them open. "Y.. you ass... stop teasin' jeez..." You mumble before spreading your legs open for him, the mixture of you and Eijiro's cum making your inner thighs sticky and shiny. Katsuki spat on your ass, watching it slowly slide down your ass as it dribbles down onto the mattress.

"Shut up.. ya already got his cum seeping outta your cunt. M'gonna be fuckin' that cute butt, high time she gets some love and cum deep in 'er~" He slips his dick in between your ass cheeks, slapping your ass and teasing the tight entrance with his cocktip.

"Mnn....Kats please.." "Tsk.. shut that mouth and be fuckin' good yeah? else I'll fuck your sorry ass all night." He growled into your ear, both his arms wrapped tightly around you when he dropped all of him into your ass. "Oh fuck... so.. fuckin' tight.. shit.."

"Y'stupid-! stupid.. f'ckn... 'itch..." "Yeeah, that's what ma'make f'ya if ya keep runnin' that mouth." "Katsuk──i.... fuck my pussy idiot.... not m'butt..." You bury your head onto the plush pillows, embarrassed. "That desperate for bros cum huh? Ya want t'make our damn fam tree a fuckin' circle huh? Fine then... t'was just father's day a few days ago right? might as well fuckin' be one!"

He quickly pulled out of your ass then lifted your hips before slammed himself into your used cunt, his pace wasn't fast but wasn't too slow either, each thrust would have his dick all the way in then all the way out. "Oh fuck.. fuck fuck yesss... ~!! Give it t'me 'sukiiiiii oh my go-d..."

"Tch, yer damn loose here sweets.. so fucking warm too..." Katsuki griped, his movements slowly becoming more and more erratic. You're completely blist out, eyes rolling to the back of your head while your arms are bound by his strong and bigger ones.

"Wanna fuck'n get pregnant right? Want those tits full of milk huh? Wanna give our parents a grandkid already? ya nasty fuckin' bitch.." Katsuki groaned, beads of his sweat covering your back and making them glisten.

"Mnfuck yes! Please yes... I want that... want that sooo bad please, please, please 'Sukiii~!" Pretty face of yours tear stained and flushed, lips swole and body numb. Katsuki chuckled them scanned your expression, glad to have fucked his sister dumber than his friend did.

"Damn you bitch... always sending blood t'my dick whenever ya flaunt that ass 'round the dorms.. y' wanna be a free use whore eh~?" Thrusts become stronger, his balls slapping your soppy cunt while he's beating you with his cock.

"Gonna cum.. ya excited sis? Wanna feel bros hot n' sticky fucking cum in ya huh─?" You mindlessly nod, all fucked out and stupid. You clench around him, wanting to milk him and have your insides pumped full of big brother seed. "FUCK! Gimme~! gimme, gimme, gimme please Katsuki~! want it s'ba──d please! please breed me- breed me breed me breed meeee.."

You whined, pushing your ass back into him. Every thrust of his makes your pussy gush out and spray all over the sheets. "Oh shit..." "Nyes! Please inside me! inside me please-!" "I know sis, shut it." Katsuki grunted, feeling his balls stick up and squishing you underneath him while he paints your insides white, his cum spurting deep inside.

Making sure you take every single drop, and not one is wasted. He lays on you, cock getting soft inside. "Ohhh fuck... fuck.. fuuuck..." Katsuki whispered, kissing your nape and nibbling on your reddened ears.

"Y'okay?" "..." "Sis?" He leaned over, looking at your cute little face, all passed out and moaning very softly. "...Damn whore fell asleep... heh. Got yer brains fucked out and you're just gonna pass out on me princess? How cruel... ya were wide awake when Kiri had his turn too... and not even a kiss goodnight huh? You break my heart sis...s'all fine though... I'll make sure ya wake up with a sore body.. "

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesongfics.

If He Wanted To, He Would

July Prompt: Any Song Lyrics | Word Count: 2000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Eddie POV, Modern Setting, Sports AU, Rockstar Eddie, Baseball Player Steve, Very Public Love Affair, Corroded Coffin, Good Uncle Wayne Munson

I've used lyrics from Take Me Out to the Ball Game & Blank Space.

Even the news is covering it. 

That's fucking ridiculous. There's an animated graphic, a live tracker of where his plane is, a moving dot over the Atlantic, like it's Christmas Eve and he's Santa Claus.

Eddie's gonna make it. He was always gonna make it, even as the press ran the numbers, the miles, and milked every ounce of drama out of it.

He made game one, and game four, and now he's racing back from playing Wembley in London to make it for game seven. The media has tried to sell the idea that Steve wanted the World Series to go to seven, just so Eddie would be able to attend.

Eddie's glad he's getting to see it, of course he is, but if they could have swept it in four, or locked it down in five or six, that would have been fucking awesome. Even if that meant Eddie missed seeing it live, and had to watch on television, in the middle of the night, across the world.

There are a shitton of tiktoks every week, dissecting their every move, looking for easter eggs. Eddie is just living his life, even if a million people are always watching him like a fucking hawk.

Goodie is walking back from the beer garden in the stadium, carrying his plastic cup in his mouth as he fiddles with something in his hands. Not spilling a goddamn drop. Eddie can only see this because he's being broadcast onto the stadium jumbotron.

When he climbs the stairs into the suite, Eddie asks, "Where's Gareth?"

"Got spotted. Now he's taking pictures. I just slipped away unnoticed. Sucker," Goodie says, putting his cup down on the table.

"Unnoticed, huh?" Eddie teases. He won't tell him. He'll just wait until Goodie sees it online for himself. "There's free beer back there you know?" Eddie asks. Neither one of them needed to venture out into the crowd.

Goodie shrugs, "I wanted this kind."

He could have had that kind, could have had any kind, if he'd just asked for it. But no, he wanted to be out among the people. 

None of them are particularly fond of baseball, but they are fond of Steve, so here they are. The whole band doesn't always come, but it's the championship game, so they did.

And the score has been 1-0 forever. 

Wayne is pacing. Unlike them, he loves baseball, even if he's been a little turncoat, switching teams like a lifetime of dedication meant nothing at all. He's gotten a little shit from his friends back home, but Eddie thinks it's honestly very sweet. Eddie loves that Wayne likes Steve enough to put him and his team as his number one with a bullet, now.

It helps that Steve's part of a fucking dynasty. It's fun to win, even Eddie gets that.

Wayne doesn't always hang out in suites. More often than not, he'd rather sit in the stands. Focus on the baseball, not the celebrity that's now surrounding it. But Wayne's been dragged into their highly publicized love affair, and now he's starting to get recognized all on his own, so Eddie worries. 

Plus, he'd rather have him right here, where they can spend time together.

"What's the count?" Eddie asks. 

"3-2," Wayne answers.

Eddie's distracted, filling his plate with the various appetizers that came with the steep price of the private suite. Sliders, pigs in a blanket, and all kinds of other fancified versions of comfort food. He's just scooping some mac & cheese on his plate when he hears his main guitar riff from Buckwild. He puts down his plate, making his way to the big windows just in time to see Steve step towards the batter's box. 

Steve only changes his walk-up music to Corroded Coffin when Eddie's in attendance. He currently walks-up to Milkshake, which is fucking hilarious. He's one of the first openly out players, and he really leans into it, changing up his walk-up music, usually to something a little queer. Eddie knows it's partially to poke fun at himself first, before anyone else can. 

But tonight, it's his song. Eddie's sure he's being broadcast on the jumbotron from some camera he can't even see, and may even be on live television. Eddie watches as Steve briefly points his bat, and at first Eddie thinks Steve's calling his shot, but no. Not unless he's intending to hit a foul ball.

No, he gestured at Eddie. At least where he assumed Eddie would be.

Eddie fiddles with the rings on his hand, moving from finger to finger, twisting them around and around as Steve swings and misses for the second time. Eddie can hardly watch, it makes him so nervous.

"What's the count?" Eddie asks. It's the only question he knows to ask.

"2-2," Wayne says from somewhere behind him. Wayne doesn't stand at the front when it's likely the camera is on them. Eddie gets it, he does, but he'd like him at his side. The windows are open tonight, and the fans in the seats in front of the suite have leaned up to talk to them, to get things signed, and Eddie has done it. They all have. Waving off security.

Nobody is being shitty, just excited, and Eddie's grateful he's been accepted by most of Steve's fans. There was always the fear that he'd be seen as a distraction, and sure, that's been a bit of the narrative, but Steve's in the goddamn World Series. His head is obviously still in the game.

Eddie signed a custom Corroded Coffin jersey with Steve's number on the back earlier, and if that wasn't fucking weird and delightful. And Harrington jerseys have been increasingly spotted at their gigs, from one in the crowd, to a dozen or more.

Steve takes the next ball, and Eddie was terrible at baseball as a kid. He swung at everything. He never had the self-control to wait for something good. 

He's glad he grew out of that, at least a little, because he waited, and now he has Steve. A goddamn home run in human form. 

Eddie's relieved when he hears the crack of the bat finally making contact with the ball, and he watches intently until Steve's safely on first, Eddie leaning out of the open box window, hanging onto the frame, screaming.

He rights himself, clapping hard as he spins in a circle, screaming some more.

Then, Eddie watches as Steve steals second on a wild pitch, and the stadium sound system blares to life with Gimme Three Steps.

Steve dusts himself off from his slide in, and Eddie is so fucking smitten. 

And his ass looks damn good in those pants. His milkshake did bring Eddie to the yard.

It's the seventh-inning stretch, and Eddie hears the familiar, "for it's one, two, three strikes, you're out," being sung by the entire stadium.

He's nervous now. More nervous than he ever is going on stage anymore.

They've made it this far, and he wants Steve to win the whole thing. 

They do win. Steve fielded a grounder, whipped it to first base, and with one last out, it was finally over. Gloves being thrown in the air, lots of hugs and jumping up and down.

Steve did it.

And Eddie smiles.

Steve isn't released, not yet. There'll be interviews, and a parade that Eddie unfortunately can't attend, so Eddie only gets a few minutes in the tunnel with him. Some stolen kisses and a silly groped handful, just giving Steve's cup a squeeze, to make him laugh. 

It's all too brief, but he'll see him soon. 

They go from the game straight back to the airport, Goodie and Gareth both pretty drunk after too many celebratory shots, leaving Jeff and him to babysit as they get wheels up, to head back across the pond. Their world tour, waiting.

They'll make it. 

Steve swears jet-lag is a choice, and Eddie's choosing to believe him.

Another city, and his turn on the big stage, as Eddie looks out towards the VIP tent. Steve waves with both hands over his head, making himself larger, more easily seen.

Steve attended a few Monday shows with Robin, when their schedules lined up enough to allow it. But now his season is over. He's a fucking world champion, and it's the offseason, which is Eddie's new favorite word.

If he'd known he'd fall in love with a sportsball guy, he would have made sure their tour had a lengthy break during this magical offseason.

Next year.

And Eddie is confident that next year is a given. That's how in he is with their relationship, with Steve. They both have their own lives, their own fame, their own increasingly busy schedules. But they make it work, because they want it to work.

The fans have dubbed all their crisscrossing travel as "if he wanted to, he would" and have been straight up swooning. 

Eddie likes that thought, because he does want to, and he knows Steve wants to, too.

He's committed to this thing, and so is Steve. And if that means flying for hours to be there for the important shit, even if you have to turn around and fly right back, well fuck, you do it. And you don't even think about it.

Eddie slips in a pop cover, mid-set, just being silly, because he wants to shout out Steve a little bit extra tonight. He sings and when he gets to "'cause you know I love the players, and you love the game" and the crowd gets behind it. Steve, too, if his hands in the air are any indication. 

He's a pop girlie at heart, and Eddie loves him for it.

Steve is comfortable in his own skin, and he likes what he likes. He's supportive of Eddie, of Corroded Coffin, and very demonstrative with his affection and admiration. The love is always free-flowing. But, heavy metal isn't his thing. Not really. And that's okay.

So, a little pop is injected for his benefit, Eddie saying 'I love you for who you are' right back.

Buckwild is last, is always last, and Steve's here, so that means a subtle lyric change. He only does it when Steve's in attendance, and it makes the crowd go wild. Changing one word is enough to send them into a frenzy, like they're part of something special and sacred.

They are.

When he approaches the lyric, Steve has moved closer, right at the stage, in front of the barricade, and puts his hand up to his ear, hyping the crowd, getting ready for it, and Eddie can hardly sing through his fucking smile.

When they exit the stage, the first face he sees is Steve's, and Steve opens his arms and Eddie hugs him, pulling back and kissing him, over and over.

He's the one. 

The one he loves.

The one he'll marry.

The one. Period.

Steve waves to the crowd that's gathered to watch, and then he puts his arm around Eddie's waist, ushering him away, one more show over.

In bed, Eddie rests his head against Steve's bare chest. These last few weeks have been different, brand new, and exciting. It's the first time they've really gotten to feel like they're coming home to each other. Getting to be in the same place for an extended period of time, Steve following the tour.

Steve brushes Eddie's bangs off his face, and kisses his forehead.

"You were amazing tonight," Steve whispers, and Eddie grins. 

"So were you, working the crowd," Eddie says.

Steve laughs, and Eddie loves it. Steve's not shy. He's had all the media training, probably more than Eddie, because he's got a brand, a team, to protect. Eddie just runs his mouth at-will, always has.

Steve doesn't hide backstage where Eddie can't see him, no, he always makes sure he's supporting Eddie out loud and with his whole goddamn chest.

So, because he wants to, he does.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiesongfics and follow along with the fun! 🎶

Notes: Obviously inspired by the very public relationship of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce. Goodie carrying the beer in his teeth is straight up a shoutout to Jason Kelce doing that at the Eras tour. 🍺

This one was so hard to stop writing for at the 2k max word count, lol.

[sundrop-writes]

HCs for Gar on a first date with gn reader? Thank you!! I love DC Titans so much and it’s been so hard finding fics for the show specifically

I love the idea of Gar on a first date omg. Also - if you're looking for more Titans fanfiction based on the show specifically, literally all the fanfiction that I have written for the Titans characters is based on the show. The show is my passion. Especially Gar. So - definitely check out that Masterlist

Requests for Titans are OPEN

What would a first date with Gar Logan be like? (Headcanons)

(Idk if there's any warnings for this? It's pretty much pure fluff. Gar calls the reader 'cute'. Idk. Mentions of shooting games, if that's a warning?)

So, this might be obvious, but I have to say it - Gar would bring you to an arcade for a first date. It's classic, it's cute, it can be romantic as well as being a shitton of fun. It would be his first choice of a date no matter what.

He would love sharing all of his favourite games with you, and he would encourage you to try them no matter what - if you're not very good at games or if you're an expert and you're gonna beat all of his high scores, then he will be right by your side, cheering you on as you play.

He is absolutely not fancy - he would love pizza or burgers and fries as a first date food (of course, his version would be vegan or vegetarian). It would be totally fun and casual to just hang out with him and talk over some casual food and then go back to playing games afterwards.

He would absolutely try to win something out of a claw machine for you. And maybe it's luck or his arcade skills coming into play, but he got you the cute plushy that you wanted on his first try, and he plucks it out of the slot and hands it over to you with a huge smile on his face, telling you that it's a special present for you. (It's something that you treasure closely for the rest of your life.)

(Also, if he couldn't win you something from the claw machine, he would get his arm stuck in the slot reaching up from the bottom trying to get the plushy you wanted.) (Because he genuinely thought it was a good idea.)

Gar is the type of person who spews a lot of nerdy facts - he loves infodumping (it's one of his love languages), and he ends up telling you the lore behind every character in the games, the origin of every arcade cabinet, and general fun facts about every single game you play. You can't help but to soak it up, lovingly listening to everything he says and falling more for him with every single word he speaks.

If you tell him that there's a character or a game that you prefer, then he will double down on speaking lore about them, and he will even find a way to relate them back to you and your life as a compliment. ("Well, that character is super cute, just like you are.")

If there's some type of shooting game or something where you have to use a fake gun and practice your aim, Gar would not use it as an excuse to put moves on you. In fact, he would be surprised when you wrapped your arms around him from behind and put your hands around his as he held the plastic gun - and he would be far too busy with the distraction of the butterflies in his stomach and the heat rising in his face to even pay attention to what you were saying about a cheat to shoot more zombies. (If asked, he wouldn't have said that it was intentional flirting. He would have said that it was a correction of his technique that made his stomach flip.) (Nobody tell him.)

When the night is over, he will insist on walking you home. He wants to make sure you get home safely, and even though he's absolutely not expecting a goodnight kiss - he likes you a lot and he turns into a babbling wreck when you pull him close by the front of his jacket and capture his lips in yours for the first time.

Basically - a first date with him would be something straight out a romcom. Sweet, fun, and absolutely memorable in your relationship.

DC Titans Masterlist

[crazysodomite]

i wish i could eat and digest plastic.. i feel so bad when i buy anything and it has a shitton of plastic packaging... what are we doing to the planet 🌍💔

[xestuck]

the sim3stuck post

+ some more stuff added 15/mar/24 ! this wont be reccs for specific features for canon characters, but items that can apply to hs trolls in general (also including xeno headcanons)

before anything else. heres a link to the og simstuck cc, basically the canon trolls' horns and the canon trolls and kids shirts, in case u somehow dont have them already :-3

cas items should all be recolourable unless otherwise stated. some links direct to the creators page, but some r direct downloads. this is cos a lot of older sims 3 cc pages have broken or link to now-defunct adfly links + ND SKINS: Indogene Skin by niobe cremisi Fantasy Insect Skin by niobe cremisi Scaly Alien Skins by sim-it-up Expanded Colour Ramps by FairsteadSims Alien Colour Ramps by Scones Wood Doll Grey Skin by niobe cremisi Steampunk Robot Skin by niobe cremisi Mermaid Skin by niobe cremisi Animal Skin by Juba Metal, Matte and Plastic skins by CmarNYC

MAKEUP: Set of scars by i-like-teh-sims Bleeding face makeup by TheBleedingWoodland CAStable Mouths by Chibikinesis Freckle Blusher by Stefan0412 Recolourable Freckles & Blush by sims3land Tears of Pain Eye Makeup by GorePrincess Third Eye by moonskin93 + Avatar Alien Markings p1 by traelia + Avatar Alien Markings p2 by traelia + Dragon Scales Blush by Simmerstore -- CONTACTS Goat Eyes by Moonskin93 (iirc its unrecolourable) OhMyEyes by escand (has colourable sclera too) Solid Colour eyes, Robo eyes, Lizard eyes by Esmeralda (some are unrecolourable) Fantasy Eyes by Arisuka Fantasy Eyes 2 by Arisuka EphemeraMS93 Eyes by brntwaffles (includes default, non-def with recolourable sclera, and odd-eye contact accs) + Dragon Eyes by niobe cremisi

ACCESSORIES: --HORNS Devil Kazumi horns by TheBleedingWoodland Horns + Demon Tail by CloudwalkerNZ Classic Demon Horns by Lavoieri Devil Horns by yenwenz Sundown Horns by LeahLillith Crave Horns by LeahLillith Hathor Horns Headband by LeahLillith Some horns and "ribs" that might work for "grubscars" by VenusPrincess FF12 Demon Horns by MurfeeLee FF12 Gilgamesh Horns by MurfeeLee Small Oni Horns by Mitarasi

--TEETH AND NAILS Vampire Fangs by TheBleedingWoodland Wolf Claws for all by Callia-Evergreen/Camkitty Orc Teeth by VenusPrincess --EARS, FINS, WINGS Fin Ears, Pierced Fin Ears, and Goblin Ears by VenusPrincess Feathered Wings and some tiaras/necklaces by VenusPrincess Fairyish Wings and Ear+body fins by VenusPrincess Feathered Wings by TheNinthWave Mermaid Fins by DSims (these r the ones used in the old simstuck blog, the dropbox links still work) --ETC ACC 2 Different Colour Eyes (Natural and Solid Colour) by Esmeralda (yes these arent in makeup, sims 3 eye contacts in makeup are always mirrored so these have to be "glasses") Metal Prosthetic Arms by Arisuka Egyptian YuGiOh Choker by SallyCompaq122 Antennas by VenusPrincess Spine + Tail Accs by VenusPrincess Cat Tails by Tehmango Paw Pads by Callia-Evergreen/Camkitty Lizard Tails by Callia-Evergreen/Camkitty Lizard feet by Callia-Evergreen/Camkitty (included with the downloadable sims) Pointy Anime Shades submitted to simstuck by eiram87 Triangle Shades by GrahammerTek Welding Goggles by GrahammerTek Misc Goggles by sionelle + Medusa Snake Accs by SilFantasy

GENERAL RECS: - nraas MasterController is needed to put multiple accessories in the same location and to add more face/body sliders to your game but it has a shitton of other useful features too. - OneEuroMutt various facial and body sliders, i have the alien/ body/ amputee sliders but the rest might also be of interest. (remember to get MasterController first) - aWT Eyelid and Pupil Sliders, yes there is functional sliders for sims pupils. note the mesh needed for the sliders to work will remove the EA eye shine on sims (and glow eyes on supernatural sims) - sims3genderswap is a collection of GNC/transgender/gender neutral clothing, makeup, and hair - also some dreamer shirts/dress submitted to simstuck by zootycoon for the sims playing sburb - links to some sims 3 cc reupload piles. some of the stuff here was picked frm these, but mostly its general sims 3 cc that lost their original download links. one | two

i do have more cc that should work for simstuck shit but i have merged a lot of my .packages or cant find the source download. i havent included any skins for this reason but i can try finding fantasy skins or human skns that have grayscale tones at some other point. i dont have a simsfileshare code but if i somehow get one then i might upload packages of stuff that i cant find online anymore

also if theres any other canon homestuck cc for sims 3 pls send it to me....... i think theres stuff like mitunas outfit somewhere out there but my searches for sims 3 homestuck cc get drowned out by the sims 4 stuff...... rip

[sirfrogsworth]

There is a ridiculous debate within the guitar community that reminds me of flat earthers or antivaxxers or people who treat serious medical conditions with essential oils.

It's called... tonewood.

An acoustic guitar's sound can absolutely be affected by the materials it is made of. But the sound of an electric guitar is shoved into a cable. The electromagnetism doesn't really give a shit if your guitar body is made of Hawaiian Koa or Brazillian Rosewood.

This has been tested to death. People have literally put pickups on a plank of cheap Home Depot wood and have been unable to create an audible difference. They have 3D printed bodies. They have made plastic bodies. They have made guitars without bodies. There is an artist that created a body out of colored pencils. None of this has been detrimental to the sound.

I think Paul Reed Smith is the most platformed purveyor of this myth. He builds beautiful and amazing sounding guitars. And he loves charging a shitton extra for making guitars from exotic woods. He will drum on different woods and be like, "see, there is a difference!" as if that is a scientific test.

There is no evidence that the type of wood can make an audible difference for an electric guitar.

Paul absolutely has the resources to create the perfect definitive experiment to prove tonewoods are real and has yet to do so. He just keeps drumming on guitar bodies. The thing is, I think he could still sell his expensive exotic wood bodies without the nonsense because they are still quite stunning and guitarists love shiny pretty things.

[maegorsbignaturals]

What do you think the Targaryens would be in modern times/our time? I think they would be some hillbilly inbred family in the far south just because of the incest factor of their family and cause it's funny to me

Like honestly i think they would be a succescion-like family with a shitton of money where everyone needs to do one line of coke with their breakfast to function but GOSH I ADORE HILLIBILY INBRED FAR SOUTH TARGARYENS!!! Dany and Vis were taken by CPS when she was born after his big bro Rhaegar was killed by the boyfriend of 15-year-old Lyanna after her brother discovered she was being held captive in the family's barn. Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya are just runaways of his parents that arrived to the town after their parents caught them being a bit too friendly with eachother. Everybody knows who is the father of Maegor and Aenys but they pretend they don't know, but at the end of the day they end up saying shit like "Well, you know, their uncle Aegon is a father for them" I am half obsessed with the idea of the dragons not being animals but those ugly ass trucks that are halfway to the junkyard. Balerion is just a big black rusty truck with just one light working and with no hood and all the bumper smashed, the back window is broken and covered with just some plastic. Maegor "accidentaly" got in a carwreck with his nephew Aegon in his Volkswagen beetle that was total loss, Aegon died in the act. Aerea once got into the fucking truck and also died in a carwreck after doing a long inter state road travel. No one knows how the truck is still working after that. It only ended up working when Viserys gave one small stroll across the town in it, making multiple stops at every corner and with just enough gas to arrive at their house before totally stopping and never turning on again. The same with Vhagar, but she is from a greenish tone done by rust and has bullet holes in the doors, Caraxes and Meleys are motorcylces Caraxes is a classis and Meleys is a Harley davidson

[neechees]

My sister's cats are such assholes & they always act like theyre fucking starving even when theyve been fed too much. We have to hide stuff like bread/noodles/crackers/foods that come in plastic containers, including their own cat food, AND keep garbage bins in a different room & lock them away because even if they ate a shitton, they'll break into those things & start trying to eat anything inside them and then still cry for food & come bother you if you're eating anything

[magnoliamyrrh]

now that we understand how horrible microplastics are for us can we like. say something about how dystopian plastic surgery and implants are. there is literally plastic under your skin right next to all of your tissues vessels cells everything and its there for years on end its a shittone of plastic inside you at all times. dude wearing clothes made out of plastic is fucking us up much less having that shit Inside Us

[yifftwiceplz]

kanaya made me grab a shitton of plastic plates and cutlery cuz she said quote like hell am i trusting any of you with any of even my worst china

[gods-of-kanto]

Pepper I'm an egg not a dildo! I'm made of calcium and protein not plastic or rubber! Free my boy alpha!

Pepper: Considering how you fucked us over, Shut Up.

Pepper: I need to find the little shit first. System, What's the status on the Cameras currently operational.

All Operational Cameras:

Camera_Left_Right_Coiled

Camera_Right_Left_Normal

Camera_Up_Up_Coiled

Camera_Down_Left_Coiled

Pepper: Good, good, Focus on all the Cameras and Setting them up, Leave the Quarantine to me. Remember to scan all downed camers for any virus's on the offchance they launched during the Reboot.

Do I send them to Quarantine?

Pepper: Eliminate it at the source and scrub all data If necessary. I have a shitton to sort through as is.

Affirmative.

[intosnarkness]

45 (because I love the world building you do and would love to hear about the process!)

45.  How much world building do you do?

This depends entirely on the story! If it's within canon, I don't have to do much, which is the joy of fanfic.

Very generally, it's a matter of what is important to the narrative. So a story like A Man in Chaos in which Jim Kirk gets marooned on an alien planet and goes native - I did a shitton of worldbuilding work. I actually had a whole body language system for the aliens that required me to think about why we wave or shake hands (are we showing we're unarmed? how else can that be accomplished? what does this alien race consider an acknowledgement? how do they couple that greeting with a goodbye? we use the same gesture, do they?) or nod our heads and I'll be honest - it's been 13 years and I have forgotten all of it. i also had a literal map of the world at one point that explained the complexions and colorism of that particular alien race.

For a story like "adding on weight" it was a matter of thinking about why things are the way they are in canon - why is Jesper a Dreg? Because Kaz recruited him? Because the Dregs were already powerful by the time he needed protection? How can I twist him around to another gang if Kaz isn't there? - and adjusting timelines - Inej needed time to have her father die and then get to Ketterdam on her revenge quest, so I adjusted the slaver's raid timing to give me what I needed (and frantically texted @wheremermaidsdwell about MOTIVATION while she was recovering from a fucking stroke because she is my angel.) I also know far, far more than ever makes it into the story. You can read some of my DVD commentary for that story here and you'll find that a lot of little character moments are straight up cribbed from people I know.

A lot of it also comes from just... falling in love with my background characters in a way that will never matter once the story is done. There's a character in chapter 14 of Adding On Weight, one of the guards at the harbor, who I know a shitton about because I love her. I will never need to tell anyone anything about Dael and her little brother, but I know it, and that makes the character easier to write for me and deeper for the audience.

If you're thinking about things like my re-imagined traffic-light safeword system in Sharp Knife, Loaded Gun, well. The first SOC smut I ever read used the traffic light system and it pissed me right off. (Other SOC pet peeve? Plastic polymers. These people do not have mass produced plastics because they do not refine crude oil like we do.) So I spent time thinking about what was important to the the characters, and what they'd use to communicate "good" "okay" and "bad" in an easy way. Gold/Silver/Tin for Kaz was obvious. What I would do for anther character is in the air. Jesper (dending on where in his arc we are) might get something like Raise/Call/Fold and Wylan would probably choose muscal tempi for his words. But it could have been hot/warm/cold and it would have done the same.

I have no idea if this satisfies your desire to hear me pratter on about my process. The short answer is "I read a lot of fic and when something annoys me I want to fix it and then I get hyperfixated on things that do not matter."

(writers asks)

[sprucetreeconspiracy]

Do you have any tips for making masc goth outfits? Especially for summer, that's what I'm struggling with the most

hello! I'm not an expert considering how much crossdressing I'm quite comfortable with and how feminine my style is in the end but I'll try! my thoughts are prolly quite generic and recycle various other people's ideas.

if it's too hot for jeans or sth worse (fake leather from plastic) i usually wear shorts, often from the women's section because they will have shorter legs (my legs are the best part of me) and often more fun materials like velvet or sth shiny. guys shorts have the too long and too boring/sporty/"casual" for a good look -disease for me most of the time. you know the cargo short type.

cut out shorts from any old trousers you wanna snip will do fine if you've got those available.

sometimes i wear tights underneath for aesthetic reasons but that may not read as masc depending on how traditional we're thinking.

too hot for boots? I'd like to get myself a pair of winklepickers but rn i have cesare gaspari's take on what a dr martens 3 eyelet platform 1461 would look with a bit more heel. A simple black dress shoe can also work rly well, like plain toe oxfords, monk strap version too if buckles are ur thing. for rain I've got rubber chelsea boots. overdressing w shoes a bit is fun because they're a thing you will see of yourself without a mirror. because I'm a bit of an xmas tree i sometimes accessorise w some flavour of leather straps (narrow recycled belts or stray bag straps) around an ankle or sth.

sun hats are fun and if it's not a bajillion degrees a woolen one will be fine too. for when it is i got myself a black wide trimmed sunny from a random grocery shop.

some shirts can be easily layered as a light jacket if you wish to have sleeves and or layers, or if the cut makes for a cool shape.

my generic tip is to avoid materials that don't breathe as much as you can and to focus on the aesthetic you want to achieve regardless of where the clothes came from, as the masculinity or femininity isn't all in the labelling. think of yourself as a character designer when outfit planning if that's a helpful way to conceptualise.

and when secondhand shopping i usually just browse by colour first, then fabric (visually), then i look at the actual piece like is it sth i could wear or customise into a wearable thing, is the condition ok for what I'd get it for, is it a shite material that gets sweaty easily etc. (sometimes i still get crappy materials cuz they work for the aesthetic like dude i can't afford leather trousers even secondhand and most see through stuff is like polyester or some shit.)

I also buy accessories secondhand and attach them into clothing or wear them on my body in some unintended way. like my fav way to wear my velvet shorts is to safety pin a thrifted black feathery chain necklace to the top so the charms and chains dangle a bit below the short leg.

dissecting old clothes that are no longer useful for anything else is also fun. got some fun zippers and studs from old pleather jacket and boots that were rubbish otherwise. and leather bits with eyelets for laces that I'm yet to slap on anything but their time will come.

a hardware store can be your friend for diy accessories, good for chains, o-rings and the like. got myself a shitton of chain from the boat section last year (and am yet to chop it into smaller accessories cuz i didnt remember to get a tool to cut it w... wore it as a harness a couple of times by stitching it together w safety pins tho).

craft shops for keyring materials are also friends, good for attaching aforementioned pieces.

so. I'd say create a silhouette you like then accessorise and keep your eyes open for pieces that could be a part of something bigger with or without some modifications. in terms of masculinity and or femininity I'd look at like traditional formal and smart wear from whatever historical period u wish and looking into the details that speak to you, then boiling them into the why that's appealing - is it the cut, the material, the fit, the shape - and finding or making sth that embraces some of those aspects.

this was a rly fun thing to think about so thank you for asking!