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This is not a drill...

...it's new clothing! For the original Sims game! Because I've apparently fallen into a early 2000s nostalgia hole...

These outfits can be downloaded on my Skins site here or at simblr.cc.

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📩 Simblr question of the day: It's time to appreciate the small things! What's a small detail from one of your posts that you love? Could be a small tattoo on a sim, specific clutter in a sims' room, a little detail in a render or screenshot, whatever is applicable to you

Passing this on at anon's request to spread the SQOTD, delete me if it's a repeat

Thanks for sending me this awesome question, Nonners! I'm going to go with Roy's Ferrari key fob from @aroundthesims, see below:

It's from Sandy's 2020 Advent calendar and is included in the Dec 10 Ferrari download: https://aroundthesims3.com/objects/room_seasonal_27.shtml

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Thank you for this!🥰

Happy fun times with my kids and SO

Running. (I feel like I owe my mental health and even sometimes my continued survival to running.)

Opening my game and being able to see and play with my Sims.(I NEVER take this for granted, and I think any Sims 3 Simmer will agree!😆)

Writing

Reading

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“What’s the matter?” says Roy. “Why were you banging your head on the counter?”

“Because I can’t believe I’m sitting here listening to you make such ridiculous blanket statements," says Joël. “If Anita heard you say that she’d taser your neanderthal sexist arse from here to Barnacle Bay. Jesus. Anyway, I can think of plenty of women who can have sex with men and not get emotionally involved. All the ones who work at The Pony, for starters. Duh. “

“It doesn’t count if it’s their job, duh,” says Roy. “They’re trained professionals. They’re like cops and paramedics. They’ve learnt to separate their emotions from their jobs. It’s a special skill. Ask Neets. But for non-professionals, it’s next to impossible. Women are genetically programmed to fall for the men they have sex with. Men, on the other hand, are genetically programmed to be able to have sex with multiple partners without getting emotionally involved. It’s a scientific fact, dude!”

“It's also a scientific fact that you're a complete fuckwit. Or are you just pretending to believe that crap to justify your sleazebag behaviour?”

“I’m not a sleazebag,” says Roy, looking wounded. “I’m just a healthy red-blooded male.”

"Dude. You're a sleazebag."

"Shut up."

"You shut up, you stupid jerkface."

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The Skating Rink's Bar has no other customers apart from Joël and Roy, which isn't surprising considering that it's 11.30 on a Saturday morning. The beers cost an eye-watering §11 each which is probably another reason. Roy pays for Joël's beer, which Joël has no qualms about whatsoever. Then he tells him about seeing Anya's Dad at The Pink Pony last night.

"Dude, he was coming out of one of the rooms!" says Roy. "We nearly ran into each other! The hypocritical old bastard. I can't believe he ever had the nerve to question my morals! The last time I saw him he accused me of being a sex-crazed degenerate as well! Ha! Takes one to know one, right?"

"Dude...I just can't wrap my head around the fact you're still seeing Crystal," says Joël, massaging his forehead. "I thought Anya was the best thing to ever happen to you and everything was brilliant and amazing and you were going to marry her."

"It is and I am," says Roy. "But I'm not giving up seeing Crystal just because I'm with Anya, dude. Why should I?"

"Because it's cheating, you dumb prick," says Joël.

"It's not cheating if there's no emotions involved. It's just sex."

"So if it's not cheating you should have no problem telling Anya about your visits to Crystal, right?"

"No, because women just don't get it," says Roy, with a slow and condescending smile. "Women can't have sex with anyone and not get emotionally involved. They can't. It's a fact. And they can't understand how males can."

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I have an extremely serious question to ask you. Last time, you said Roy was in the Top 10 of Crystal's favorite clients ever (and that before he was only in the Top 20, implying that the ranking is subject to change). We know Roy is competitive. What would he need to do to crack the Top 5?

Hi Nonners! Thank you for your thought-provoking question. I will answer from Crystal's perspective because Roy has no idea that he is not Crystal's favourite client. He obviously assumes he is, and would be completely dumbfounded to learn that currently he is not even in her Top 5. (He would be utterly devastated to learn that he used to hover outside her top 10, but let's not go there for the sake of brevity.) To be fair though, Crystal tells all her regulars that they are her favourite client, so perhaps Roy's massive ego isn't entirely to blame for his misconception!

To understand how Roy could crack Crystal's Top 5 it is first necessary to analyze the characteristics shared by the gentlemen on the list. After exhaustive research I have determined that they all meet the following criteria:

They are just as interested in Crystal's pleasure as their own.

They are generous tippers.

They stimulate Crystal intellectually.

They are clean and well-groomed.

They have respect for Crystal and her profession.

They have no weird kinks or fetishes.

While Roy meets 4 of the the 6 criteria, he is definitely not invested in Crystal's pleasure and why should he be- he is the one paying her, after all! But her Top 5 are of the opinion that it's just as important that she enjoy herself as much as they do, which Crystal very much appreciates. Roy doesn't stimulate her brain particularly either...his conversations tend to be firmly centred on himself, and he grows bored if they discuss anything else for any length of time!

So there you have it, Nonners...I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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"Where've Neets and Alice gone?" Roy says to Joël after he's finished skating. The triplets and Anya are still gliding around the ice, accompanied by a non-stop medley of up-tempo pop songs pounding from the wall speakers.

"They went to the coffee shop with Jared and Saffy," Joël says.

"Sweet. Did you see my forward spin, dude? Am I the fucking man or what?"

Joël shakes his head and shrugs dismissively.

"Liar," says Roy. "I know you've got a total jealousy boner right now. Hey, you want to sneak off to the bar and grab a beer? I need to tell you about something really freaky that happened to me last night at The Pony."

"You're still going to the Pony to see Crystal? Dude, what the actual-"

"Of course I am," says Roy. "Why wouldn't I be?"

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@batsheba @drudragonrose @zosa95 thank you for providing me with some epic entertainment tonight! Now I'm off to watch Blades of Glory while I fold the washing!;=)

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The Ice Skating Rink is a twenty minute drive away, on the fringes of the city. Joël, Anita, Jared and Angus all abstain from getting onto the ice and Anya tries to opt out as well, she doesn't have much experience ice-skating and her hangover is making her feel very wobbly, except the triplets protest so loudly she has to give in. They apparently have been coming here for years and are all extremely competent, especially Henrietta, who has been telling Anya all morning that she is going to be a professional figure skater when she isn't busy being a professional ballerina-slash-guitarist.

Roy, of course, is in his element.

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Beautiful Bridgeport

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Saffron and Anya take their coffee mugs to the upstairs balcony outside Anita and Joël’s bedroom, the winter sun blinking clear and sharp and casting cold crisp shadows over the city skyscrapers.

“What an an amazing view,” says Anya.

“It can’t be as amazing as the view from Roy’s penthouse,” scoffs Saffron.

“Well, it’s pretty damn close,” says Anya. She sips her coffee and closes her eyes. “Oh, that’s so good. Another three or four coffees and I might actually be able to function.”

“What did you do last night?” says Saffron.

“I went to a friend's party,” says Anya. “And drank way too much punch.”

“Did Roy go too?”

“He stayed home. He had to pick the kids up early this morning. Besides, he thinks it’s inappropriate for him to go to parties filled with people my age. He thinks he’s going to be judged for being older or something.”

“Not like Roy to care about what other people think of him,” says Saffron.”He probably just didn’t want to go and that was his excuse.”

“Hmmm,” says Anya.

“He probably just doesn’t like your friends,” shrugs Saffron. “Do they like him?”

“Enough about me and Roy, I want to talk about you,” says Anya. “What’s the goss with your married man?”

“No goss,” says Saffron. “I just sort of caught feelings for a guy in my year and…told the married guy that it was over.”

“Oh my God! Saffron, you told me that the greatest thing about being with the married guy was that he couldn’t hurt you because it was just sex and you didn’t have any feelings for him! And now you’re saying you actually have feelings for someone? That’s huge!”

“I’m still not one hundred percent sure I’m not making a huge mistake,” says Saffron. ��It's scary as fuck. But I think he’s worth the risk. And…I’m meeting his parents tonight. They've invited me over for dinner."

“Oh my God,” says Anya.

“Right?” says Saffron.

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Roy and the rest of his entourage arrive about forty minutes later in a black seven-seater SUV that he has leased for the weekend. The triplets tumble out and immediately start tearing around the garden with Brutus in good-natured pursuit, while Angus disappears into Jared’s room, presumably to play video games. Saffron lurks by the front door while Roy and Joël indulge in their ritualistic let’s- pretend- to- give-each- other- shit  routine and Anya exclaims and coos over Alice, while Anita smiles without showing her teeth. Anya finally stops swooning over Alice long enough to notice Saffron, and to Saffron’s alarm and secret delight bounds over to her and envelops her in a hug.

“Saffy!“ she says. “Oh my God, I’m sooooo hung over. Help me!”

“I just made coffee,” says Saffron. “Would you like some?”

“Yes! You’re literally a life saver,” says Anya, then leans forward to whisper in her ear. “Let’s go and drink it somewhere private so you can tell me everything that’s been happening with that married man of yours. Yeah?”

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Anonymous OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

Crystal would be my bestie! I'm attracted to people IRL who who flout societal conventions and Crystal definitely fits that criteria. She's also trustworthy, non-judgmental, loyal, smart, cashed-up, and neat. She'd also have an endless supply of entertaining stories!

Vinnie or Violet would be my life partners. They are strong, dependable, loyal and loving, but they would also know when to call me out for my shit.

Jojo would be my secret lover. He's gorgeous and a Scorpio, what more do I need to say?

(I'm having trouble with the friendly rival category...mainly because I can't really apply it to an area of my life. I love running but I hate team sports, so no rivals there. I have no work rivals because I'm not in the least bit ambitious or career-minded. I've been married for a long time so no romantic rivals. I'll have to skip this one, sorry!)

Spencer would probably be my enemy because he is so sexist and misogynistic and because he's so mean to beautiful Mia.

I apologise Nonners but I'm not going to do this for other Simmers' OCs, because to do it for all the wonderful storytellers I follow would take literally months. And if I only chose a few people's OCs, then potentially people I left out could feel snubbed and hurt. I hope you understand! And thank you for such a great ask.

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Saturday 8.51 am

Joël is on the phone to Roy. "Nah, we're not really doing anything," he says, choosing to ignore the stony expression on Anita's face. "If you want to come over, that's fine. All six of you? Woah. 'Kay. Yeah, that sounds like fun. See you when you get here, dude."

"I thought we were supposed to be going to the gym this morning?" Anita says after he's hung up.

"We can do that tomorrow, can't we?" says Joël. "Anyway, he mentioned something about going ice-skating. That's supposed to be a pretty good work out, isn't it?"

"Clinging to a railing in between falling flat on my arse is not my idea of a good work out, Joël," says Anita.

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A much-needed dose of wholesomeness.

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Roy slides off the bed and stands staring disconsolately at his pendulous cock. Crystal sits up, her expression one of confusion. Roy would be reassured, except he knows what a wonderful actress Crystal is. It’s one of the many skills that has enabled her to stay at the top of her profession for so many years.

“Sweetie, I’ve never laid eyes on him before tonight,” she says. “Cross my heart.”

“I wish I could believe you,” says Roy.

“Of course you can believe me,” she says, a crease of irritation appearing between her eyebrows. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because you’re a consummate professional, Crys,” says Roy. “And I mean that with all the respect in the world. It’s part of your job to maintain your clients’ confidentiality. It’s also part of your job to make your clients feel good. Obviously you wouldn’t admit to seeing that dipshit in the room because you know it would creep me out. “

“I have never seen that man as a client, Roy,” says Crystal, lifting her eyes heavenward and enunciating every word slowly and clearly.

“It doesn’t even matter anymore,” says Roy. “The fucking prick’s gotten into my head and completely ruined my night. Again. “

“What do you mean, again?” says Crystal.

“Don’t worry about it, " says Roy bitterly. "It’s a long and depressing story and I can’t be bothered going into it right now. I’m just going to have a shower and go. Christ almighty. Fuck that prick and his fucking Jedi mind tricks. He'd better sleep with one eye open, the goddamn arsehole....“

"Leave the water on for me, please Babycakes," murmurs Crystal.