#BUT IT WAS LIKE AN ACTUALLY WELL PRICED FLEA MARKET

[elytrafemme]

hi. i'm really really happy right now but today WAS kind of a mess but a happy mess? i spent $60 dollars at a flea market. <3

[deluluass]

Reception: Squid Game AU

Content warnings: rape/noncon; canon typical violence; pregnant sex; mommy kink (kinda?)

[ANON PROMPT: The dynamic between player 388 and 322—the former protecting naive vulnerable pregnant you in the games, thinking of him as your reliable “brother” but unfortunately, he wants something more between you two.]

"What- what if," you choke. "What if they make us kill each other?"

Thick layers of tulle burn against your scabbed knees. The gown isn't made of starchy fabric, like the ones they sell at the flea market for half a price because it tends to itch anyway, but it still stings every time you move and graze your barely healed wounds. So you don't.

You sit still, not even letting your spine touch the wooden vines intricately carved on the back of the chair. The delicate cream lace spanning along your chest to your wrists might as well have been worn by a corpse for all the breathing that you do. 

You don't even touch your food.

Bokuto, on the other hand, is ravenous. 

Sitting on the opposite side of the long table, he tears through chicken leg, then venison, then the boiled potatoes. He chews and chews and washes it all down with wine, chugging noisily as it drips past the edge of his mouth.  

"They won't," he finally replies before wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You pass him your table napkin even though he's yet to use his, absently reminding him to keep his elbows off the table unless he wants ragu all over his suit.

He follows you, but not without a toothy beam and a, "Seriously, trust your big bro, 'kay? This is our last meal in this hell hole, so just relax– relax ! And eat!"

Big bro . You snort. He really knows how to lighten the mood, this guy. 

"Alright," you sigh, not quite slouching. "What do they want us to do then?"

"What they want?" Bokuto tilts his head, like he's really thinking about it, as he picks at his molars with the tip of his tongue. "Well, they wanna be entertained."

It was a rhetorical question. You don't tell him that. You'd long lost the urge to actually ask him how he knows what he knows about the games, having learned much earlier that it's better to just shut up and do what he says, because between the two– asking or following, that has been the only choice that has kept you alive.

You didn't ask why he had to stop you from picking the pyramid. You didn't ask why he had   to make you hide and sleep under his bunker at night. And you certainly didn't ask why he had to bash that man's head when he could've just easily pushed him out of the door.

Repeatedly. As if that first one didn't already do that man in. Smack, smack, smack, until he'd sprayed blood and bits of white-pink flesh onto the cheery, lemonade walls. 

He could say that the man wouldn't have left on his own, even though you both heard the room next to yours desperately searching and shrieking for another player to meet the count. He could even say that he'd done it because the man had grabbed and tried to drag you out first, that if it hadn't been him then it would've been you: you and your bits all over those walls, but, still, why –

"Hey."

You look up. 

Bokuto was staring at you. Irises ablaze, cheery lemonade under the crystal chandelier. 

“Eat,” he says, eyes smiling, all teeth, blood splattered lemons. “You hafta eat.”  

Holding your utensils with trembling fingers, “Junior’s havin’ a tantrum in there,” Bokuto suddenly taunts, pointing at your stomach with a parfait spoon. 

Your jaw drops. 

To hell with your anxiety. You prioritize making a face at him.  

“ Mommy, mommy ,” he cries in response, cackling, pitching his voice up and making you groan. “ Stop being so stubborn! I’m so sick of the rice balls! I want ham now! Waaa! Ham!”

“Idiot.” You grin through the first bites of pasta. “She could be a girl.”

“Then hurry up ‘n eat!” Bokuto slams his fist on the table. “Eat so we can scram outta here. Baby girl has got a princess' life to live!” 

Glass and ceramics clatter, prompting the masked guards to bark a warning. Both of you stifle a chortle, leaning forward into each other and shifting in your seats like reprimanded fourth graders.

You finish your plate one morsel at a time, rubbing your bump as you do. It’s paste and wet scrap paper in your mouth, but you force yourself to swallow. He wouldn't stop looking at you if you didn't. He was right anyway. You do need to be more mindful of the baby, especially after everything you've been through.

Then, reaching for your drink, the folded napkin next to your plate glints. You gnash your teeth. That's why you’d asked him. Because if you weren't there to shove that thing at each other’s necks, then what in the world were you supposed to do now? 

Just…eat?

“Bo-kun,” you mutter. He pauses from scraping vanilla out of a crystal bowl. “They gave us a knife, you know.”

“Hm?” 

You know he heard you. 

“A knife. We both have a knife.”

“So what?” The thin stem of his spoon clangs with a bite. 

Same set of teeth that could rip and spit out a grown man’s ear like watermelon seed. It was dark and the lights were flashing, but you saw . 

“Hm? You gonna kill me?” 

Stocky gray brows clash in confusion. You think that this is the last thing field mice see when they come into contact with a barn owl. He pops the strawberry in his mouth.

And before you know it, he blurs out of view, and you sniffle and feel the overwhelming need to hide your face.

Bokuto leaves his seat. The guards close in on him.

“Shit, hey, man, look– I’m not doin’ anything funny– look , I’m not– fuck .” He goes around the table to your side, panting slightly as he bends down and props his hand on his thighs.

“Hey, don't cry, don't cry,” he murmurs softly. “I’m sorry, got my foot stuck in my mouth. You know your big bro. I’m a freakin’ airhead, yeah? I was being a fool, shoulda been more sensitive given your- you know-” drawing an imaginary (far too large) arch over his tummy, “-situation.”

Your sobs stumble into giggles. He drops to his knee, the other supporting his arm, as he sighs and glides a large hand over his gel-slick hair. Bokuto shakes his head.

There was once a time in your life when you would’ve given everything in the world just to see something like this. Be in something like this. Praying for your ex to, one day, come home and finally– after all that you’d sacrificed for him, offer this to you.

Man in a dapper suit on bended knee. The pretty white gown. Food that only the rich people in your phone could indulge in. Hundreds of roses in full bloom that it boggles the mind.

Life has a way of giving you what you want: wrapped and tied with a big, fat knee-slapper. 

Well, whatever happens now, it finally got the reaction that it’s been asking for. 

You laugh. 

“Gosh.” You wipe your tears. “We look so weird. Is that the game? Eat while looking like.. like this without breaking. In that case, we lost, Bo-kun.”

He doesn't seem to agree. And he's not laughing with you now.

You don't know if you like that he’s not. It doesn't look right. He even laughs with his thumbs pressed to a living, breathing human being’s sockets.

“I’m not with you on that one.” Bokuto shrugs. “I think you look beautiful.”

“Ugh, don’t make me cry again.”

“Wha- at ? It's true.”

He’s still kneeling. The idiot.

“You too,” you sniff, hand out to fix his bow. “You look beautiful too.”

You feel your smile wobble. Now, he's the one who’s on the verge of tears, but the moment is interrupted by the sudden glow of the tile under his oxfords.

Heart in your throat, you watch wordlessly as the one behind it follows. Then another. And another. Once translucent, some of the tiles now form a warm orange path leading to a–

“That a pond ?” Bokuto chirps.

This is it. The guards start to flank you. Bokuto helps you stand. Warm hand spans your waist, guiding you to your destination. 

This is it, you believe. This is where you die.

The baby.

You halt. “It's okay,” Bokuto whispers. “I’m with you.”

The path does not lead you to another arena. 

There, water trickles. Out of nowhere, unseen strings play a sweet, languorous melody. 

Light shines down on the middle of the pond, revealing a broad, rounded grassy meadow. Flowers, real ones, have sprung along its circumference, almost like it's a fancy cake. 

All that's missing are the–

Beside you, Bokuto takes off his dress shoes. You’re about to ask him what he's doing but seeing the couple of feet going to the center, you remove yours too. 

The pond is nice and cool when you dip into it. Tiny fishes brush your ankles as you wade through the water. You carry the skirt to your calves, tail end still managing to get soaked, while Bokuto holds you close all throughout.

You land on a marshmallow field. The grass is plush, and you try your best not to give in to the temptation of just lying down, wiggling your toes through the trim, pillowy blades instead. The light pulls your eyes to the ceiling.

You gasp.

They’ve poked a massive hole through it. Above your heads, wispy clouds drift along the bright, open sky. There are migratory birds forming a V in the distance. 

“Bo-kun, look…!” 

You twine your fingers together, pulling him to you. His are much longer, firmer than yours. 

He is looking. Just not in the same direction as you.

When you meet his gaze, neither one of you could have prevented the other from being reduced into tearful, boisterous laughter. The music rises higher and higher, like those birds flying out of reach, and you recognize it as the same one folks usually play when the bride marches down the aisle.

“I guess… we dance?”

Bokuto whistles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He is warm, Bokuto. If you could make a home out of this, you would. He spins you around, gently, causing you to wheeze. “You’re such a sap,” you tell him with a grin.

“Mhm”

A syrupy kind of ache seeps from deep within you as he sways you in his arms. Treacly sugar and cloying, like the junk you’d stuff into your mouth when you were a kid and making silver bands out of soda pull-tabs; veils out of moth-eaten blankets. It gathers at the bottom of your heart, sticking to its fragile walls and reminding you that there’d been nothing worthwhile to fill it with ever since you turned your body into a work machine. 

Not until that day, sitting inside a cubicle that other women had also lined up for, as you stare at the test that’d come out with two, undeniable pink lines.

When the music fades, you convince yourself that it’s perfectly normal to be overtaken by panic. Because, what now? Is this the part where they blare their instructions through the intercom? What will it take? A knife? A shove? The one that falls off the edge dies and the last one standing wins? What ? 

You search for the guards, only to find them at the edges of the room, shrouded in darkness.

“Bokuto Kotaro,” you gasp. “That- that is your actual name, right?”

He looks at you like you’ve sprouted another leg. But, picking up on the hurried cadence of your voice, he says nothing and runs a comforting palm on your back. His gaze softens, before stooping down to touch your forehead with his.

Your eyes flutter close. 

“I would never lie to you,” he answers. 

You nod. 

His breath scorches to the point of being feverish. Worry besets you when he suddenly releases a stabbed groan, thinking maybe he’d been sick this whole time and just didn’t tell you.

“Are you okay? Bo-kun, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“S’nothing,” he rumbles, leaving a brief, soft peck on your cheek. 

Your breath hitches. 

Then, he goes for your lips. 

“What the hell–” you cry, turning away, but he manages to capture it in his, molding them together, moaning at your taste. You feel it reverberate inside the caverns of your mouth. He glides his tongue inside, sliding over yours, and, not for the first time, you begin to wish that this is something that would be over if you could only just wake up . 

It doesn’t, however. And you don’t.

You stay here, in this moment, with Bokuto’s kisses trailing down your neck. He laps at your sweat, then traces the tender spot that makes you gasp and buckle.

“H-hold on, Bo-kun– wait– Bokuto, stop…! ”

You wriggle out of his arms. He grabs tighter. 

“Shh, shh , it’s what they want,” Bokuto murmurs, the bridge of his nose nudging your chin. “They want a good show. We gotta give it to ‘em. Gotta get outta here.”

To your horror, the man has already bunched your gown in his hands. You feel a squall trapped in your throat as the calloused tips of his fingers move, creeping like vines between your legs.

“No, no, no, please– ”

He touches you through your cotton panties, rubbing your clit as something hot and hard bump against your leg. “This won't take long,” he grunts. “Been like this ever since you came out lookin’ like that. So lovely. My lovely, lovely wife.”

You’re brought down to the grass, carefully, even with all your pleading and squirming. Tulle piles at your waist like a cloud as Bokuto sets you on your side. He’s spooning you, one large arm trapped underneath your torso, supporting your head, as he bucks his cock between your ass and rambles madly into your ear.

“We’ll get hitched for real after this, alright? Take care of you– Gonna make more so they're not lonely– Won’t ever, ever leave you like that motherfucker , you hear me, darlin’? This one's mine now too, got it?”

He’s grasping softly at your bump like somebody might steal it from him. Your child. Your baby.

You shake your head, sobbing, but he doesn't hear you, too rapt picking at the lace covering your chest with his other hand. Without a warning, he rips it apart.

The air is ice cold on your breasts. You hiss out in pain. 

Bokuto guffaws. “ Fuck me. ”

He cups them slowly, his heated, wet gasp hitting your nape. Goosebumps rise all over skin. He’s giggling like a child, and you have never feared him more in your life.

“They're really swollen, aren't they?”

You whimper, pushing your ass back into his cock in surprise, the hardened thickness of it rubbing snugly into your clothed pussy. Layers of fabric separate you from each other, but you realize, terrified, that the gusset of your panties are now becoming wetter, and wetter, as he groans and grinds his hips, calling you sweetheart, darlin’, baby . Saying please as if he's not already taking from you. 

He brushes your nipples with his fingers. You claw at his wrists, fingers digging into his corded by veins, but he doesn't even budge. 

“Bo– too much– ”

You wail as he starts tweaking them. It zaps through your entire body. Live current straight to your core, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and drowning the world in white. You think you’ve kicked his shins. That only makes him gyrate more fervently into your cunt.

“Fuck, these tits ,” he sucks in, practically inhaling your cheek. “These perfect fuckin’ tits. I dreamt about ‘em the moment I laid eyes– Oh my god, I wanted to grab ‘em so fuckin’ bad. Could see your nipples poking through in this dress- almost went nuts–”

Bokuto squeezes them together, sluggish and deliberate, oohing and aahing as he kneads them apart, then squeezes them together, and pinches your nipples. You don't know if he's being mindful or if he wants to savor your humiliation at being manhandled. With him, it's probably both. 

“Can't wait till they get so heavy with milk– Gonna help you– Gonna suck it out for you like a good husband should– I can't wait anymore–”

Zipper comes undone behind you. 

You thrash out. Bokuto tuts as he pins you to him. 

“Careful, mommy,” he coos, his fingers pulling your soaked panties to the side. “Don't move too much. Don't wanna hurt you.”

The tip of his cock stretches your pussy lips, fat head dripping, sliding back and forth into your hole. 

“Oh…! Bokuto, no, no..!” He pushes in and you already feel like bursting. His thrusts start shallow, not even shoving half of him, but then they stop staying shallow, and you cringe as you feel him edging close inside. “Not too deep p-please, please, the baby– not too deep not too deep not–”

You’re bawling, almost tasting your snot as you grasp at his arms, and all he does is laugh .

“M’sorry. Too big? You're alright. Won't go too deep. Promise.” 

He does keep his promise in the end, oscillating between “ please, please, wanna fuck you so bad” and “can't, can't, can't ” until he's growling nonsense; until he's no longer recognizable from the man who’d called himself your big brother, his hold on you dangerously close to choking you into unconsciousness. 

“ You feel so fuckin’ good, ” he mumbles fervently as he twitches inside you. “ So fuckin’ good you're such a good mommy we’re gonna be mommy ‘n daddy soon I love you so much I love you I love you I love you– ”

The pressure builds like water– the higher it rises the faster you sink, as you spasm and contract around him, then falling apart in the dark without a single sound. 

You finally open your eyes as you feel him shoot thick ropes inside you. Bokuto thrusts his cum, making sure it doesn't spill out, he says, and you turn to the sky. 

It's gotten dimmer, you think. 

Wispy clouds drift along. Migratory birds flying into a V in the distance. And you wonder if god has many faces, and if, maybe, they're all grinning down at you.

  –

The first game ends with a card.

Bokuto buys everything he’s ever wanted. He dines at the places where everything’s pint sized and complicated to eat. He gets fast cars and even faster motorbikes that almost kill him. He gets himself limited edition sneakers. He gets himself a model and a stripper and an actress and someone who's all three.

He goes around the world and dives out of a moving plane and does everything that makes his blood sing, then he comes back home and he buys himself a place that has a pool and a jacuzzi and a court and a private theater and a game room and when he's alone at night he thinks about the people he stole it all from and he throws up in his big, big, brand spanking new house. 

  –

The second game ends with an invitation given to him in the limo going back, which he turns down because, “ Your mask is creepy, dude. I’m not wearing that .”

He doesn't know why he came back, even when he finds out, eventually, why they allowed him to. The last dinner was shared between Bokuto and two other people– a man and a woman, both older than him, both ex-military. It gargles out of them, after Bokuto has them under his knees, that they've been here before too, just like him.

Their audience is getting bored, Bokuto figures. 

He returns to that big, empty house wealthier than before and with a clearer idea on what he wants to buy next. 

He may know jack shit about the specifics of putting his money into things that can double it, but Bokuto knows a lot about deals. He knows how to smile at the people that look at him and only see another set of limbs that’ll keep their plates full. The rooms may be different this time around, nicer and with a lot less killing, but it's all still the same game. He knows about luck and getting a crowd going and most of all he knows a lot about hunger. 

So he gets himself a seat at the tables that he never even would’ve been allowed to get close to all those years ago. He gets himself teams that have molded their bodies into playing games, big ones where luck and crowds and hunger flow like blood off gutted arteries. And he doesn't really have to, but he gets and handpicks the players himself, because he knows best the kind of animal that possesses the audacity to stand in the middle of any court, any arena, any stadium, and bring its spectators– every last insatiable one of them, on their feet.

And as he watches from the sidelines, he imagines a world where the circumstances are different and everything goes as planned and survival does not have to come at the cost of destroying yourself. And he imagines that in that world, it is him– Bokuto Kotaro, that hits the ball and makes the score and brings the crowd to its feet. 

  –

The third game ends with an encrusted ring in the pocket of his suit. 

It takes a couple more years until the audience gets bored again. He comes back mostly because, well, why not?  It's not so bad, playing.

The kicker this time around is that most, if not all, of the players are of the same breed as Bokuto– animals who have the strength to get whatever they want and the desire to get it however they want. 

Except for you.

You come waddling to Bokuto with your head down, hands over your belly, and jacket zipped up to your chin like a hen protecting herself from the cold. 

The cutest little thing to have ever existed.

You ask him if you could join Bokuto’s team because, of course, nobody wants you. The woman next to him– the first one who manages to put a scratch on Bokuto much later in the game, says that he shouldn't, because she could tell that you’re at least six weeks pregnant and you’ll hold them back and no good mother would ever put herself in this kind of situation in the first place. 

Bokuto keeps you anyway. 

Pregnant girl. All on her own. Nobody to rely on. Somebody’s gotta look out for you, he decides.

After that game, he knows that he made the right choice. You’ve got blisters on your palms from all the rope pulling and you’re thanking him for saving your life. He tells you not to sweat it, and to call him Bokuto from now on. 

You say, “Okay, Bo-kun,” while caressing your bump, pretty eyes begging him to protect you and guide you and put another one inside you, and that’s when it dawns on Bokuto–

He's the only thing standing between you and this world’s bottomless stomach. 

And ever since then Bokuto just couldn’t stop thinking, “ What will happen to you if he's no longer there?” So he runs faster, and strikes even harder, and, for the first time in a long while, he feels like all of this– running, hitting, staying alive – now, isn't it all just so much fun ?

Bokuto smiles at the memory as he fishes out the ring from his pocket, then tosses it to the other side of the pond.

“You’re not keeping it?” Game master guy’s words filter through his mask, stripping it of all feeling.

It kinda bums him out. For all he knows the dude might actually be sad that there's not going to be a fourth time.

“Not her type,” Bokuto tells him. “Diamond’s too freakin’ large, man. Could poke somebody's eyes out.”

He closes his fly, dusts off the blazer to cover you with it, then carries you in his arms. There's a ceaseless drumming in his chest that only gets louder seeing you sound asleep, tucked safely into his chest. He doesn't even bother with combing his hair.

The pink dudes have got their guns ready behind game master guy, index to the trigger. Bokuto wets his lips, and he doesn't miss the way they all flinch. 

“It's a shame, Player 388. Our valued guests were looking forward to your proposal.” 

That makes him snort. “Tell ‘em I said sorry.”

“Quite unnecessary,” he says. “We should be thanking you. You always deliver.” 

“Yeah, well, not really hard to put two and two together.” 

Fancy ring. Suit. Gown that still gives him a boner looking at you in it. Bokuto might be a genius.

The pond soaks his slacks again as he walks through it. He frowns. You won't like that. Bokuto ignores his socks since Game master guy accidentally kicked the other pair into the water with his big feet. Bokuto wears his shoes without them, itching for a shower that’ll scald the grime off of him. And you. 

A nice, hot shower with you. Now, that's heaven–

Game master guy doesn't move out of the way, though. He doesn't budge even as Bokuto very politely says, “‘Scuse.”

Bokuto then looks at him. He looks and he laughs. And he dares them.

He stands there with the mother of his children in his arms and begs, “Go on. Do something fuckin’ funny .”

They part for him. 

“The offer still stands,” comes from Game master guy.

“Dude,” Bokuto whines, not even looking back. “Just tell me you’ll miss me like a normal person!” 

    –

The house feels warmer when he returns. It feels smaller, too, which he does not mind at all, especially now that there's a happy family of three to fill it. 

[bloodibambiidoll]

pleaseeee write some more rafe x weird!reader 🙏🏻🫶🏻

How about some Weird!girl headcanons?🤭🪞🥀

Weird!girl and Rafe met at the cemetery about a year after Ward died. Rafe was there visiting his grave, boasting to his deceased father about his success when he heard the prettiest little voice. He never expected to find the most beautiful, yet most strange girl he’s ever met sitting by her mother’s grave with a little orange cat.

Weird!girl absolutely adores animals of all kinds. Her family owns one of the most successful dairy companies in the country so she’s spent a lot of time around farm animals. She absolutely adores baby goats and bunnies the most though.

Weird!Girl’s mom died when she was young and her dad was never around so she was raised by her eccentric kook grandma. Everyone in the OBX always thought there was just something a little odd about her entire family.

Weird!Girl is a passenger princess through and through, she tried to get her permit when she was 15 but failed the test twice and honestly just gave up after that. Her grandma always had a driver for her growing up and once she gets with Rafe he happily takes on that position.

Weird!girl loves pretty things, but not in a classic diamond way. She loves random opal rings and pretty lace dresses found at vintage shops. And chunky chokers from flea markets. Rafe can’t stand this. He finds loopholes by buying her custom bat shaped jewelry and expensive platform shoes from her favorite brands.

Weird!girl has never really had a lot of friends. All the other kooks either looked down their noses at her or straight up belittled her. She was written off by Pogues just for being a kook, even if she didn’t feel like one. Rafe is her first real relationship, friendship or otherwise.

Weird!girl has a little white bunny named Lydia who she treats like her actual child.

Weird!girl wasn’t a virgin when she and Rafe met, she lost it to a band geek in high school and has had a few random hook ups as an adult. Rafe likes to pretend those didn’t happen.

Weird!girl smokes cigarettes and weed but she’s really girlie pop about it with her little vintage ashtrays and cute little custom bongs off Etsy. She also loves to hit the pen.

Weird!girl has tons of cute little tattoos. Baby deer, lambs, teddy bears with too many eyes and their stuffing coming out.

Weird!girl collects dolls, some porcelain but mostly Monster High and Bratz dolls. Rafe teases her about this at first but when she gets genuinely upset he realizes how much it means to her and now he’s buying her every single doll she’s ever wanted no matter the price.

Weird!girl absolutely loves horror. Rafe isn’t the biggest fan at first but once he sees how much she loves it and how happy rambling on about it makes her it makes him learn to appreciate it more.

Weird!girl is constantly making Rafe take pictures of her. She will dress up in little costumes or outfits and drag him out to the middle of the woods for an impromptu photoshoot. He’s a well trained Instagram boyfriend at this point.

Weird!girl has Rafe wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even really realize to what extent. She says jump and he says how high. He’s very in tune with her needs, before she can even ask him for something he’s already doing it.

Weird!girl is an absolute freak in bed. She’s submissive for the most part but sometimes she straddles Rafe and rides him so hard all he can do is hold onto her hips for dear life and take it. She loves marking him up. Scratches, bite marks, bruises she sucked into his skin. But she wants the same from him, she has a huge ownership kink.

All things Rafe & His weird!girl here

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Watched a few early release reviews last night and my thoughts for the pack seem to be much the same as For Rent.

Femme frame Sims' CAS looks great. Two new heel options that actually look like stuff my Sims would wear and some cute tops and dresses. I didn't really look too much at the masc frame items. It seemed nicely made enough.

Build is Okay but it feels like there needs to be more of it. Actually I prefer For Rent because the furniture is more versatile, but this pack is set out to be more niche so I can't really fault that. A couple of cool items that don't really exist in others (the casing beneath the windows that can actually hold plants) but definitely a wait for the sale. Especially with the $20 price hike here.

In fairness, it didn't seem like people were reporting major glitches this time around, buuut I'm still filing it under Could Cause Problems For Long-Term Saves. Hopefully there's a way to cheat/reset relationship dynamics and a means to turn off autonomous break ups in Settings (especially with the Meanness bug) as I have my chaos saves and my cozy saves.

So yeah. In a perfect world I'd just like the femme cas, a few of the build items and ignore everything else - at least until I know that it won't cause issues. But unlike For Rent, the main gameplay function is so ingrained that you can't really do that.

more on build

With Build my main issue is that it tries to cover two different styles (traditional and modern) so it feels a little thin. Which Get Together did too with the more pub style build and then the club items, but both seemed to be well-covered. City Living also did this with the pricier penthouse/uptown furniture and then the grunged down flea market items, futon bed and kitchen set.

Though in fairness, at this point they're probably assuming it's not going to be your first or only expansion pack purchase. For those I'd recommend Seasons for gameplay and Growing Together for build and CAS. I do like the gameplay for Growing Together but I think that Seasons adds more and that the Growing Together build items go well with the base game.

[thewomaninlilywhite]

Broadway Flea Market 2023

Final result: I spent $57 total

note: I'm currently trying to weed out my collection a bit, so if there are any playbills you're on the hunt for from recent years (say, past 10ish?) feel free to ask me if I have it -- pricing is donation-based, but appreciated as I cover all shipping costs out of pocket <3 *the findings listed below are Not For Sale*

Raffle Tickets: 2 tickets to Aladdin 2 tickets to Friends, the parody musical 2 tickets to Titanique much more successful at the TDF table than in years past; I will have a fun time at any of these shows. Originally got tickets for Jaja's African Hairbraiding, which upon further research sounds like it could be an interesting/enjoyable play; but I offered them back because I'm kinda in London the date the tickets were for; and the lovely lady gave me another set (wound up being the aladdin ones) to replace them, which i was Not Expecting at All, I just didn't want the tickets to go to waste! <333

Vinyls: The Pirates of Penzance Film Soundtrack The HMS Pinafore* Cats OLC (the superior recording, in my opinion) Follies OBC Gigi Film Soundtrack Candide (1982) *Pinafore is supposed to be a multi-disk set but it only came with one, which I'm a bit miffed about because they were still selling it at the same price as other stand-alones; but considering how much records usually cost $25 for 6 isn't too shabby

Playbills: The Woman in White OBC (did NOT think I would actually find this, have been on the hunt for years !!) Dracula (wasn't even looking for it, but I had to nab it) Assassins 2004* Lestat* Othello (1982 bway revival with some GOATS in the cast) The Scarlet Pimpernel (I might own one already, I wasn't sure; but it was $1 so I figured why not) Brigadoon (Encores! Revival because come ON) The Frogs OBC KPOP the musical (because I was sad I didn't get to see it) *since Chris Peluso just passed away, I really wanted to get a playbill with him in it (if you didn't know, I saw him as Glyde in the Woman in White revival in 2018) -- and I accidentally found two, so that made me really happy <3

All in all I was very satisfied with my haul, and proud of myself for staying well within my $100 budget yay!

[thessalian]

Thess vs Stuff

I have just eaten a bagel. I did not really want to eat the bagel. Not because I wasn’t hungry, or because I don’t like bagels, but because I know I have a problem with gluten and I did not want to let myself in for feeling like shit. But because I’m going to actually get tested for coeliac properly (because it’d be nice to know, y’know?), I apparently have to go back on a gluten-containing diet for awhile in case of false negatives. So I have eaten a bagel. And I already feel queasy. It’s late, and I am tired, but I want to focus past some of this queasy. I just can’t quite think of how. So I’m going to ramble instead.

I’m a child of the 80s. Most of my childhood was seeing a lot of people glorifying a very consumption- and luxury-oriented lifestyle. There were things you were supposed to want, because they were supposed to be seen as marks of success. The big house, the fancy car, the designer wardrobe ... money wasn’t just something you had or used; it had to be flaunted. I honestly don’t remember what I thought about that whole thing when I was a kid. I didn’t feel depressed that I didn’t have those things, I remember that. Like, having a screening room in your home to watch movies sounded great in hindsight, but ... we had the cinema. Big house? I was small. I had enough room. Outdoor pool in the backyard? I swam all the time as a kid anyway - my after-school programme went to the YMCA for swimming and activities 2-3 times a week. I just wanted things to play with and things to read, and I don’t know if even having a library at home would have had me that covetous - my after-school programme went to the library too. TV in my room? I had an old black and white that I picked up at one of the interminable flea markets my father used to drag me to on my weekends with him. I think about the only things I really wanted that fit that mould of conspicuous consumption was one of those big ol’ Wurlitzer jukeboxes, and that only because I thought they were pretty. I thought my little powder-blue tape deck was pretty too. I mean, anything was compared to my old Fisher-Price tape and record players. But they worked well enough for me. I think I wanted to want it because it was a thing people were supposed to want back then ... if that makes sense. But again, I was a kid. At the end of the day, thinking about things like your car and your house and your clothes is an adult thing, especially when your age is in the single digits.

Now, of course, flaunting your wealth takes a very different shape, because wealth of that magnitude is very rare, and only for a very few people. Just about everyone else is either significantly poor or fooling themselves that they’re not one bad accident or disaster away from the poverty line - more so if they’re being flashy about it. Thing is, when I was in my teens and twenties, I wasn’t really thinking about wanting much at all. But then, I was clinically depressed and having all sorts of problems and couldn’t see a future for myself at all, so what was the point in wanting things?

It’s weird, now that I’m really healthy enough to realise that I want things. On the one hand, it’s good because going through life not wanting anything to any serious degree is probably not a healthy thing. On the other hand, the economy’s such a shit-show that wanting much of anything can be a little depressing, because getting it’s so hard. Luckily for me, none of the things I want are the things that I was told as a child that I’d want when I got older. Big house? Fuck that; I’m disabled and it��d be more to clean. Fancy car? I don’t drive, and even if I’d ever really learned, I’d have had to give it up because my condition sometimes comes with leg spasms. Swimming pool in the backyard? See above re: maintenance and leg spasms. My wants are simple, but because of all the things I was told I should aspire to growing up are so ... big, I always feel like simple is somehow bad. ...Okay, sometimes I’m a little smug about it because I don’t need Stuff to be happy. Just ... the lessons of childhood don’t die easy.

Mostly all I want is a couple of kitchen appliances that will make life easier for my disabled ass, a new desk, pet rats (two or three, I think), a tattoo (I already have the design in mind), and to be able to upgrade my PC in a year or two. Plus, y’know, stuff like books and smaller things like that. And for the renovations to finally get done on this flat, but that’s not something I can personally achieve with money.

The best part is, I’m already working at some of those goals! I’m going to be replacing my old rice cooker with a multicooker that combines a pressure cooker, a slow cooker, a rice cooker, a soup maker, and some other fun functions, and I’m looking forward to that a lot. At which point a lot of my disposable income will be going towards gardening stuff because we’re coming on to March and that means planting time! (I need more soil and more ways to hang potted plants on the balcony rail. And seeds. At least I have a better idea of how much of everything to plant this year. I’m probably going to stick mainly to herbs this year. And the strawberries. The strawberries were good.)

So ... it’s not that I don’t need Stuff to be happy, I guess. More that I take great joy from such small things when compared to what my childhood dreams were supposed to be about. I just want to cook better food, play better games, and wear my D&D group around my wrist in ink so that I’ll be looking at a reminder of people who care about me instead of a scar from the days when I didn’t care about me.

Stuff doesn’t fill a void on its own. I want stuff that helps me keep filling mine with good things.

[tears-of-boredom]

so like two days ago my wrists and palms were really sore, im guessing from doing computer stuff for days on end. so they were legit so sore that I had to do something to stop it, it hurt. so i found two of those thing infinity scarves and wrapped them around my wrists, because it was the only thing I could think of. and now, couple days later, keeping the scarves on when im on my computer has actually make me much more comfortable. it doesnt even hurt to touch my palm anymore. so i guess i need to find like a more permanent thing to replace the scarves if it actually does help me this much. perhaps i will try and find some soft fabric and sew something. though I know that the only fitting thing in this house would be my blankets. and i like both of them very much... perhaps my mom will agree to give me money to buy some scrap fabric from the fabric store. because I have about 5 euros to my name right now. oh actually i think they calculate the price of the scrap fabric by weight, so it wont be so expensive since the fabric i want to buy should be relatively light.... but I need quite a lot of it because I was planning on buying the same kind of fabric to make a hoodie out of.... oh what if I go search through flea markets for blankets. that could be a good idea. but today is sunday so none will be open when i get there....well, ill go discuss with my mother. although im pretty sure she wont know any better than i.

[atwas-meme-ing]

Same. Most of the money you donate to those big companies that ask for donations goes to the advertising and supporting the corporation's cushy little jobs.

However, I would totally give to some of the local nonprofit organizations. We have one here in town that sends their people into schools to work directly with children and teachers, as well as parents, to educate people on how to avoid child exploitation, cyberbullying, things like that. It's called Heart Matters and they're all about protecting kids online, in school, things like that. Wanna know where they get their money? From a resale house (fancy name for a second-hand store) that is run entirely by volunteers, mostly little old ladies, who meticulously inspect, repair, and price everything before it goes on the floor. Virtually all of the money for the nonprofit organization- including the money that goes to salaries, advertising (billboards, flyers, etc.), and organizing events- comes from that resale house. Most of the pictures and videos for any advertising they do come from a professional photographer and videographer who just so happens to be the son of one of the organization's executives (and I've seen his work- he is EXCEPTIONALLY talented, so they are getting amazing promotional pictures and videos FOR FREE, in addition to his actually working in the business itself).

How do I know all this? I volunteer at the resale house on weekends. I've spent my last 3 Saturday mornings in the electronics department, wrapping AC adapters and labelling and sorting them according to voltage. I also know a few people who work at the nonprofit organization (including the photographer/videographer I mentioned above). As for what they charge at the resale house: I paid 10 bucks for a physical copy of Super Mario 64 (most expensive single item I've bought there), a dollar for a stack of about a half-dozen CD's (normally they charge 25 cents per CD, I got a discount because I bought so many at once), and although I didn't buy it, I saw a couch- a really nice, big, kind of an antique, sink into it when you sit on it kind of couch- for a hundred bucks. That's at least half the price I paid for a similar couch that I got at a flea market here in town. And I don't know how much Heart Matters workers get paid, exactly, but at my day job (which I think pays a bit more than Heart Matters), a hundred bucks is only one day's pay.

And the resale house is only open for business two days a week, plus a sale night on the first Thursday of every month. Averages out to being open for just over 8 hours a week. Not very much time to take in a whole lot of customers.

So, uh, the people at Heart Matters ain't gettin' rich.

I say all that to say this: please, please, PLEASE don't give your money to one of those big corporations that enlists every store and fast-food chain worker to ask you to donate to their worthy cause when in reality you're just lining some fat, rich guy's pockets. Find a local, struggling organization with a cause you can believe in and give to them. It's the little companies that are doing the most good, and it's the little companies that need the most help.

[starseedfxofficial]

The Hidden Gold Mine: Using Volume Profile to Strike Gold in the Forex Market Finding Patterns in the Chaos: Why Most Traders Miss Out Ever feel like the Forex market is just a chaotic mess, like trying to navigate through a flea market on Black Friday? You're not alone. Traders are often looking at price charts like they're deciphering some ancient hieroglyphics. But the real magic isn’t just in the price—it's in the volume profile. Ah, yes, the often-overlooked cousin of the popular indicators. It’s like finding an old family recipe that’s way better than the generic stuff everyone else is using. Especially in the context of trading gold, using volume profile gives you a hidden edge that lets you see what big players are up to, and hey, if it works for them, it can work for you too! Volume Profile and Gold—The Love Story You Didn't Know You Needed Let's face it: gold isn’t just any asset. It’s that flashy, overly dramatic friend you can't help but love because, well, it keeps you interested (and, let’s be real, everyone loves a bit of drama). Now, when you combine that drama with the volume profile, it’s like adding popcorn to a movie night—it just makes the experience a whole lot better. But before we get ahead of ourselves, let's back up for a second. Volume profile is essentially like peeking behind the curtain to see where trades are stacking up—where there’s congestion, where there’s action, and where the "big guys" are placing their bets. It helps you spot zones where the smart money has been playing. Think of it as eavesdropping on a room full of poker pros; you may not know every detail of their game, but you get a sense of who’s winning and where the biggest pots are piling up. Why Gold is Different—And Why Volume Profile is the Key Gold is unlike other assets because it's the playground of multiple financial participants—central banks, hedge funds, jewelry makers (no joke!), and retail traders. Unlike that pair of neon socks you bought on impulse, gold tends to hold value. The thing is, understanding gold’s behavior can be trickier than catching a toddler hyped on sugar. It’s both a commodity and a currency, which means its movements are driven by a complex blend of economic factors, investor sentiment, and sometimes just plain ol' market manipulation (hey, we’re all friends here). This is where volume profile shines. By assessing volume at different price levels, you get an x-ray view of the market’s skeleton. Where is everyone piling in? Where does the crowd thin out? It's like following the scent of freshly-baked bread—you know you're going to end up somewhere good. The Secret Weapon: High Volume Nodes and Low Volume Valleys Here's a concept that’ll make you sound like a pro at your next trading meetup (or even just with your cat—hey, they make great listeners). Volume profile is composed of high volume nodes (HVNs) and low volume nodes (LVNs). Think of HVNs as party zones—places where traders love to hang out. These areas act like price magnets, meaning price likes to return here. LVNs, on the other hand, are the areas everyone avoids—you know, like those deserted aisles in the supermarket where they keep the weird imported snacks no one buys. When trading gold, you want to pay close attention to HVNs as potential areas for price action reversal or consolidation. LVNs can be great opportunities for breakout trades—since no one is home, price tends to move quickly through these levels. It’s a bit like hitting the gas pedal on an empty highway. Imagine you're driving without a speed limit—gold loves that! How to Use Volume Profile to Get an Edge in Gold Trading Okay, so you might be thinking, "Cool story, but how do I actually apply this?" Glad you asked! Here's a step-by-step guide to show you how to use volume profile to find those gold nuggets (pun totally intended). - Identify Key Price Levels: Use your volume profile to identify HVNs and LVNs. Look for areas where volume spikes—these are your HVNs. Gold tends to oscillate around these levels like a yo-yo, giving you a potential pivot point to trade off. - Follow the Trend, But Watch for Reversals: If price has been trending towards an HVN, there's a strong chance it will consolidate there. Like that ex who keeps coming back into your life, gold loves to revisit old haunts. - Look for Low Volume Breakouts: LVNs are excellent for breakout trades. The lack of volume means less resistance. Gold tends to move fast through these levels, and you can capitalize on this with tight stop-losses. - Volume Spikes at Support and Resistance: Volume spikes at support and resistance levels are like sirens going off—pay attention. These spikes often indicate where institutional money is making a stand, and trust me, you don’t want to be on the wrong side of that. Gold Trading: More Than Just Shiny Metal Trading gold is about understanding what makes it tick, and volume profile gives you that insight like nothing else. If you want to make moves like the big players, you need to understand where they’re putting their chips on the table. Volume profile can reveal hidden opportunities, and like a ninja lurking in the shadows, you can strike when the moment is right—stealthy, calculated, and ideally with minimal drama. Don't Just Listen to Me—Look at What the Pros Say According to Marc Chandler, Chief Market Strategist at Bannockburn Global Forex, "Volume profile is an essential tool for understanding where support and resistance are likely to form in an asset like gold, where institutional activity can often overshadow retail players." Chandler hits the nail on the head—you need to know where the whales are swimming. On the other hand, Kathy Lien, managing director of BK Asset Management, says, "Gold trading is a game of sentiment, fundamentals, and momentum. Volume profile adds an extra layer of clarity that allows traders to see where that momentum might fade or accelerate." Take it from Kathy, momentum is only part of the picture—understanding where trades are actually happening is where you find the edge. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

[arsenalsquid]

Idk if I ever made a post about how retro game prices are extremely bullshit, but I have a wonderful story about a seller at a flea market.

This lady has been here forever. Many years ago I bought Trauma Center 2 from there for $15. There was no written price on the dang box or a sticky sticker on it, I think all the Wii games were equally priced. $15 for a Wii game in the middle of the Wii U era, you know, maybe for $10, but hey it looked okay, had the manual, and Wii games were still a little relevant.

I went there recently and saw their stand as usual. Even back then they still have the biggest collection... but, now, they also have the worst prices out of the entire flea market. I mean, WOW, Resident Evil 2 for PS1: dirty case, sleeve is okay but normal wear, no inserts, uhhh $140. What?? Huh??? $140 for a lovingly used game?? And I don't even know if the game works!

But look, I've been knowing they have bad prices for a while now. I know they probably price checked the games and slapped the high price without realizing that's for clean and good condition games. I mean dear lord, $60 for Gamecube games where the sleeve is COMPLETELY washed of all color.

But I wasn't looking for any of that. No first party Nintendo game or popular Playstation game. Literally all I was looking for was The Spongebob Movie Game for Gamecube and Hot Wheels Beat That for Playstation 2. Licensed games. Something I don't expect to be freaking $70 or whatever.

So, no Spongebob in the Gamecube section. Alright. Playstation section. And, wow, they actually do have it. But then I look at the price. $40. Fucking... what? Fourty? For a dumbass Hot Wheels game? For a game I bet NO ONE is desperately looking for and therefore shouldn't have such a high price. But, yeah, wow, fuck, $40. Oh but it's old! Old = expensive! Retro!! Ohh it's so hashtag retro! God. No I didn't buy it. Ugh..... well, I do need a new Wii remote. I ask how much it is, it comes with a Nunchuk so that's cool. And- okay, $15. I just leave.

Extra story. Before we visited that stand, we went to a different seller that also focused on selling games. Nothing crazy or a lot, but I found SSX Tricky and got it for $7. No set price, it was made on the spot by him. I mean, DAMN. I am,,, literally stealing from you. However, it kinda baffles me because he knows his old gaming stuff too, he knows how the market for this stuff is, but didn't jack the price to hell to me. I was with my younger cousin and he got OG Xbox Halo 1 for $5 and Atari Donkey Kong for $5 too I think. I was really surprised because I thought such prices were long gone, but, I think he did appreciate us for liking these older things and genuinely wanted us to enjoy what we bought. Would he have sold the same things higher to a much much older adult? Maybe, but I don't know for sure. But he was really cool.

[donutwares]

Evil returns to the mindspaces even after our teaching about the nuts and bolts of stress, trauma, and morality whole of last night. I guess there’s no shortage of sinners for them to power up on. Just too bad for us who love and forgive easily, who are not violent, who are meek.

Planning to visit the flea market at 10ish. Not sure if I’ll buy anything. I only have 900RM saved and no more coming in until 10 February (CNY angpow from the folks).

Feeling okay, just a bit lived on / in which is something I handle well. Bearing people with asthma, nymphomania, broken hearts etc. I don’t think I will get a Bambino or Chinese Benyar watch after all. After CNY, I guess I’ll source a new Casio for under 200RM provided prices don’t balloon.

No work done on my novel or STT board game. Few downloads of mss2, actually just one so far plus a bunch from bots. Feels sometimes like I’ve been shut out of the economy and from making friends.

Did my usual pre dawn workout. Trying not to eat too much ramen instant noodles. Skipped my run because I will be walking a lot today. Will shake up a Milo chocolate drink for breakfast now. More later…

[earaercircular]

Against excessive use of new equipment

3000 euros for ski equipment? No thanks. More and more people are stocking up on used equipment because they don't want to take part in the consumer frenzy.

A weekend dedicated to mountain and ski sports. While in Sölden, Austria the Ski World Cup starts the season with grotesque expenditure, hundreds of interested flock in Munich on Sunday to the grounds of the Flower Wholesale Market Hall[1] in Sendling - and pay homage to mountain sports sustainability. The Alpine Flea Market of the Munich and Oberland Alpine Club section[2], as a huge used goods market for ski and mountain equipment, experiences a huge rush first thing in the morning.

“The material has become so expensive,” say student Natascha Muth and her friend Jonas De Lorenzo. She is 28 and was a ski instructor; he is 31, and both are critical of buying "brand new ski touring equipment for 3,000 euros" in the store. They find new, good backpacks for 60 euros instead of 300 euros new, and Natascha Muth soon found some fantastically beautiful touring skis with skins for 320 euros and strapped them to the right and left of the new old backpack. They find the flea market “extremely friendly” and praise the experienced, fair sellers, “the good atmosphere and the honest prices”. They only returned from climbing in Berchtesgaden on Saturday and are now beaming happily in the Munich sun after their shopping.

Jonas De Lorenzo also sees a worrying development in mountain sports. He thinks it's "really wild that people go to a sports store, buy maximum equipment, go to the mountains once - and then sell it again." This is also a development as a result of social media, where “extremes are made appetising” on all possible channels. This actually leads to more accidents in the mountains because some people overestimate themselves, even when relying on the expensive maximum equipment. That is deceptive: "The equipment does not compensate for your own performance level."

This danger does not exist for Tobias Pannemann from Grafing[3]. The young adult looks satisfied at his used white and green Carver, which he just bought for 80 euros. “New skis from the store with which one maybe goes skiing once, just costs a little too much,” he laughs. Sabine Pannemann, his mom from Munich, even got some for 65 euros and is now giving up her retro status: her old skis, which she says are 40 years old, are now on retirement. She no longer trusts the old ties.

The Pannemanns were arrived half an hour before opening on Sunday morning and were able to rush through as soon as the barrier tape went up at 9 a.m. They were by no means the only ones, the Alpine flea market with its 86 registered stalls is a hit for everyone who watches the price increases for equipment and lift tickets in horror, but still wants to practice their sport. A quick look at the price table in Sölden, just 200 kilometres away: adults pay 69.50 to 74 euros at the "lift cash desk", depending on the low, high or "top season", young people 55.50 to 59.50 euros and Children 38 to 41 euros.

One can understand why Daniela Kowitz from Munich got up early this Sunday with her school-age sons Theo and Hannes. You find what you are looking for at a huge dealer stand from a ski rental company in Jenbach[4] in Tyrol and go home satisfied with a pair of skis, two pairs of ski boots and a sports luge. "When the weather is nice, we like to go skiing from Munich into the mountains - it's worth it!" What you save on equipment is available for lift tickets, clear calculation. And probably also a success within the family for the mother, because the sons even got out of bed early. Well, the winter time change made it milder by an hour.

While the saleswoman at the Jenbacher ski rental shop is constantly feeding her belly bag with new fifty-euro notes because business is obviously doing particularly well in the wonderful weather, Hannah Trowal is also happy at the Alpine Club stand. She is press spokesperson for the Munich-Oberland section and helped organise the Alpine flea market. Trowal reports that there have been many more inquiries from sellers - so word is getting around among sellers about the success of this used stuff trade fair.

The Alpine Club (DAV) has been proposing this flea market since the early 1990s. Margot Lapp knows exactly what it was like at the very beginning. She is also at the DAV stand, sporty type with the same tan, 76 years young, still active in cycling, skiing, cross-country skiing and climbing. She came up with the idea of the Alpine flea market back then and organised it for the first time, “in the Augustiner Hall on Hirtenstrasse”[5]. That was an immediate huge success.

When Margot Lapp looks around in front of the flower wholesale market hall today, she is happy at how much it has developed. She also advertises an analogue altimeter to a young prospective buyer, "150 euros, from an older gentleman who no longer needs it." She has been at the DAV for 55 years, comes every year and helps out, and is also an experienced saleswoman: "People just want to keep bargaining down, but then I'm tough; I'd rather take it home with me." There is a next alpine flea market.

How much the mountain friends care about sustainability with this flea market is also demonstrated by a stand where master tailor Barbara Heinze mends, sews and repairs equipment for free. The Alpine Club booked her for the flea market. The queue at her stand is getting longer and longer, at some point she has to stop accepting items and direct people to her shop at Oberländerstraße 20 in Sendlinger[6]. There it is expensive, but at least everything is in experienced hands.

Heinze has worked and designed for large outdoor equipment companies and has now specialised not only in custom-made outdoor items but also in the maintenance of often expensive equipment. Theresa Möhrle from the Munich mountain rescue service is just passing her merino wool shirt across the table to be mended - she once bought it at a DAV alpine flea market. Circular economy in the best sense. And somehow the pleasant opposite of the high-speed commercialism that the World Cup opener on the glacier 200 kilometres away represents.

Source

Tom Soyer, Wider die Materialschlacht, in: Süddeutsche Zeitung,  29/10/2023; https://www.sueddeutsche.de/muenchen/wintersport-flohmarkt-alpenverein-1.6295625

[1] The Blumengroßmarkt (wholesale flower market) in Munich-Sendling is well known due to its large selection, especially in the regional summer cut flower sector. The customer base extends as far as South Tyrol and from Bad Wörishofen to Regensburg. The flowers are sold by around 32 suppliers, from regional gardeners to cut flower dealers who offer flowers from all over the world, as well as perennial gardeners, potted plant dealers, fir dealers, Ribbon printing, decoration and consumer goods retailers have a wide range of products in all their diversity.

[2] Mountain athletes from Munich and the surrounding area can buy used equipment again on Saturday, March 26, 2022. Then the traditional spring alpine flea market of the Munich & Oberland Alpine Club sections (in German: Alpinflohmarkt der Alpenvereins-Sektion München und Oberland) takes place - in the Sugar Mountain cultural centre in Munich.

[3] Grafing near Munich is a town and the third largest municipality in the Upper Bavarian district of Ebersberg and is located in one of the economically strongest districts in the Munich area.

[4] Jenbach is a municipality in the district of Schwaz in the Austrian state of Tyrol.

[5] https://www.augustinerkeller.de/de

[6] https://barbaraheinze.com/kontakt/

[nebulaleaf]

hiii!! i love seeing your collection, do you have any recommendations of websites etc for hunting down p5 merch? im outside the usa so things like mercari arent an option for me unfortunately T_T

Hi! I have many but some might be more or less effective depending on Where outside of the US you are. As I am Canadian, my options are a lot more feasible than say... someone from Europe yk. (god shipping fees are insane)

I will say, a huge chunk of my collection was bought off of Mercari or American Ebay, or American stores like BigBadToyStore and I just wanna make that clear. Two of these sites ship to places outside of the US still, but it's so much cheaper to get it sent to American friend and then over to me.

This got longer than I thought whoops under the cut it goes.

Anyway onto the actual recs. As always I have to shill Myfigurecollection.net. You can sort by the exact figure you're looking for, local currency, free or paid shipping and it's really handy. On top of that you can interact with the sites database or forum features! Make a wishlist or a list of a fave character's merch you want. Track what you've ordered already and when it's expected to arrive or be released from preorder. Find forum posts from your region about people discussing good places to buy from and so much more. It's such a huge and amazing tool for someone into collecting so long as you can get over the UI. Personally I've never found issues with it but I'm used to how older websites work anyway.

(Here is me sorting by European currency. There are so many euro sellers im jealous.)

Pros of mfc:

• Figures are usually in good condition and can even be mint in box. (you can even sort by condition, wow!)

• users are polite and can be negotiated with for a better deal oftentimes

Cons of mfc:

• This is not a site that focuses solely on selling like ebay, it's more like an ad section in the newspaper

• You have to trust who you are buying from as there's no 'insurance' so to speak. If you get scammed, there's no refunds and mods won't help you aside from banning the user, unlike actual buy and sell sites which have policies or insurance.

Next up is Zenmarket. This is a proxy site that allows me to buy straight from japan! What's handy about it is that you can browse multiple japanese sites straight within zenmarket's site. I can pick up items from Amazon.jp, JP Mercari, and Yahoo Auctions and have 'em all in one cart! You can also paste links into a special search bar if you've found a specific item you'd like to buy from a JP site. I personally browse JP Mercari and Rakuma the most. I like second-hand figures and both these places have good deals since they're flea-market esque sites. Yahoo!Auctions I've only bought one thing from, and I haven't had a *bad* experience per se, I just don't like auctions and buyout prices lol. Always so pricey... but I'm sure there's good deals to be had if you're willing to do a bidding battle. Pro tip! Search with japanese terms to get better results.

(Browsing a listing and the main mercari page, unsorted)

Zenmarket hasn't let me down before. They're speedy, and all my stuff has been well packed.

Pros:

• Can get the best base prices buying straight from japan

• Super simple layout and bundling orders is really easy

•Items can be held in their warehouse for 45 days if something happens/you wanna wait before bundling it into a package. You can also pay to extend this time.

•Quick shipping from the warehouse

•probably more lol

Cons

•If you're not american, shipping is gonna be like $30 CAD lol. At least you can fit multiple items in one box...? I got 2 books and several t-shirts without going over the small packet limit. i haven't used zennarket express, but if your shit is very small i think its about 10 dollars cheaper.

• ¥300 yen fee per item batch. So if I get a figure and book from Mercari I'll have to pay a ¥300 fee. If I then add something from Amazon or a different site other than Mercari to my cart, I'll have to pay another ¥300 fee. I don't mind this as its like what. 3 dollars? but if you're buying a lot from all over it can potentially rack up shit. also ppl just dont like fees so it's a con.

I also of course use ebay. I feel like I don't need to get into how ebay works so onto BRAND NEW MERCH CONDITION sitessss

I used to use Aitai Kuji but their selection of stuff is kinda mid these days so I stray from it. I've had good experiences with Ukiyo Kumo but it has a similar problem with Aitai Kuji.

Another site for brand-new merch is Meccha Japan, but holy fuck I hate their shipping and prices. If something becomes low in stock they jack up the price and label it as 'rare' or ultra rare or whatever and I find that irritating. They also use fedex and dhl for shipping which means fun fees woohoo yipee!!! i had to spend over 100 dollars to get my package wrangled from their graaaaaasp!!!!

So yeah, sorry for lame New Merch recs, I don't really buy brand-new figures since P5 hasn't released anything lately. I bought the Hello!Goodsmile mona and joker from BigBadToystore and I think shipping was only 15 usd? I like BBTS but if you're not american they're kinda slow in the shipping department.

I probably have more reccs but I can't think of any so. enjoy this. Anon if you wanna talk more thoroughly about this feel free to dm me! Talking about this stuff makes me so happy it's my lifeblood ♪♪

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Michael Savage New Canaan Muscle Mass Auto Mania

Anyone who has actually been flipping though the channels has seen the Barrett Jackson auctions on The Rate Network as well as the ridiculous rates muscle mass cars bring. Do you have a hunkering for a tire burning, fuel guzzling muscle car? Below is exactly how to set about it.

I classify muscle cars and trucks into three classifications ... Recovered, Resto-Mod as well as Survivors. All 3 have their benefits as well as drawbacks, yet all 3 are true muscular tissue autos. Your budget as well as skills will dictate what category you build your muscle mass automobile.

The restored muscle mass auto is one that has been absolutely torn down to the structure as well as rebuilt without (brand-new old stock) parts and also refurbished original components. This method of repair is one of the most costly, yet often causes a better than brand-new car. Some cars and trucks can be over recovered. When muscular tissue vehicles left the factory back in the 1960's they were never ever best. The develop quality was absolutely nothing like it is today on contemporary automobiles. During a complete reconstruction often times the body panel fit, paint job and also information are completed to a level never dreamed of from the factory. If you are interested in building a totally recovered muscle vehicle you can review your repair abilities, or pay somebody to do it. Be cautioned, if you pay an expert, you will certainly nearly never ever get your money back when it's time to sell. If you do the job yourself and also see your time spent as a pastime and also recreation, you will generate income if and also when you offer it. If you are not curious about doing the work yourself, think about getting an automobile currently done, as mentioned in the past, you can acquire it for less than the expenditure to have actually one recovered. Browse Ebay.com, local publications and on the internet websites like classicjunkyard.com for some warm offers.

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It utilized to be that customized muscle cars and trucks would certainly never bring big cash at public auctions and also were believed to be impure. In the last few years at public auctions in this manner of thinking has actually been turned upside down. Resto-Mod vehicles are cars and trucks that have been brought back and also modified to make them much better than the manufacturing facility product. The owner might have added an aftermarket exhaust, carburetor, or even put a much more modern-day engine in the vehicle. Animal comforts like a great stereo or cooling might be included, also if it was never ever an alternative from the factory. A resto-mod muscular tissue car can be one of the most fun to build as well as one of the less costly means to get involved in the hobby. You get the personal satisfaction of constructing the cars and truck the method you desire without the cost of a complete reconstruction. Matching numbers are not crucial in a resto-mod cars and truck, so you can avoid hunting down those none at the flea market.

The last category of muscle mass cars and trucks, is the survivor automobile. A survivor is simply what the name implies; it's an original auto, which has survived the years in its mostly initial states. Pipes, belts as well as tires might have been altered, but the remainder of the car is greatly initial as it originated from the manufacturing facility. The paint might be a little discolored or damaged, yet it's still all one shade and looks great from 10 feet away. Several survivor cars work as a library of details for people restoring their automobiles. If you possess a true survivor, plan on having your auto photographed as well as inspected by conservators, so they can get their repair as near manufacturing facility original as feasible. Survivor vehicles are rare, but they can still be located and also sometimes at a sensible price since the proprietor occasionally believes that the car is unworthy a mint considering that it's not fully recovered. If you are short on abilities as well as do not have the cash, a survivor vehicle can be a wonderful means to get involved in a muscular tissue car. You can maintain the car, drive it, as well as enjoy it for a very little financial investment. If you later on get the abilities and also or money, you can then take it to the following degree as well as turn it right into a resto-mod or complete remediation.

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Whatever kind of muscle mass cars and truck you acquire or develop, appreciate it! It's an excellent financial investment if done right, and will certainly give tons of smiles from you and also everybody that sees you cruising down the road.

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How to Incorporate Black Wall Decor for a Stylish Touch

When it comes to home decor, the color black often gets a bad rap. Some people consider it to be too dark or moody, while others see it as a color that should only be used in small doses. However, when used correctly, black can actually be a powerful and sophisticated design element, especially when it comes to wall decor.

In this comprehensive guide, we’ll take a deep dive into the world of black wall decor, exploring everything from its history and symbolism to the best ways to incorporate it into your home. Whether you’re a fan of minimalist design or you love bold, statement-making pieces, this guide has something for everyone.

First, we’ll explore the history and symbolism of the color black. From ancient times to modern day, black has played a significant role in art, fashion, and culture. We’ll discuss its associations with power, elegance, and sophistication, as well as its darker connotations of mystery and danger.

Why Choose Black Wall Decor?

There are several reasons why you might choose black wall decor for your home. Here are just a few:

Sophistication: Black is a timeless color that exudes sophistication and elegance. When used in wall decor, it can give a room a sense of luxury and refinement.

Versatility: Black wall decor can work well in a variety of different styles and aesthetics, from modern and minimalist to bohemian and eclectic.

Statement-making: If you want to make a bold statement with your wall decor, black is a great color choice. It can create a dramatic focal point in any room.

Neutral: Despite being a strong color, black is also a neutral that can complement a wide range of other colors and patterns.

Timeless: Black wall decor never goes out of style, making it a great long-term investment for your home.

How to Hang Black Wall Decor

Once you’ve chosen your black wall decor, it’s important to hang it properly to ensure it stays securely on your wall. Here are some tips for hanging black wall decor:

Choose the right hardware: Depending on the size and weight of your black wall decor, you may need to use different types of hardware to hang it. For smaller pieces, you can use picture-hanging hooks or adhesive strips. For larger pieces, you may need to use a wall anchor or a heavy-duty hanging bracket.

Measure carefully: Before hanging your black wall decor, use a tape measure to determine the exact placement you want. This will ensure that your piece is level and centered on the wall.

Use a level: To ensure that your black wall decor is hanging straight, use a level to check that it is not tilted.

Consider grouping pieces: If you have multiple pieces of black wall decor, consider grouping them together to create a cohesive display. Use a level and measuring tape to ensure that the pieces are evenly spaced and aligned.

Avoid direct sunlight: To prevent your black wall decor from fading or discoloring, avoid hanging it in direct sunlight.

Where to Buy Black Wall Decor

There are many places where you can buy black wall decor for your home. Here are some options to consider:

Home decor stores: Many home decor stores carry a variety of black wall decor, from framed prints to wall sculptures.

Online retailers: Online retailers like Amazon and Wayfair offer a wide selection of black wall decor at varying price points.

Art galleries: If you’re looking for unique and high-end black wall decor, consider visiting an art gallery. You may be able to find one-of-a-kind pieces that are not available elsewhere.

Thrift stores and flea markets: If you’re on a budget, thrift stores and flea markets can be great places to find affordable black wall decor. Look for vintage pieces or pieces that you can upcycle to fit your style.

DIY: If you’re feeling creative, consider making your own black wall decor. You can paint a canvas or create a collage using black and white images.

In conclusion, black wall decor can add a touch of sophistication and elegance to any room in your home. By following these tips for choosing, hanging, and buying black wall decor, you can create a stylish and timeless look that you’ll love for years to come.

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