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toxicanonymity · 23 days ago

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Some Landlord ! Billy smut would be Perfect, if you have time. Thanks Tox 🥺

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BILLY LOOMIS x f!READER | 2k words | The Leak WARNINGS: 18+ sleazy landlord Billy, Gratuitous slutty descriptions. masturbation in public, detailed PIV fantasy, degradation, praise, banter and bickering, light enemies to lovers dynamic, manhandling, dom vibes, sexual tension, pet names, "protective" Billy. NOTES: Sure, nonnie. I offer this sleaze with love. 🖤🖤

In the middle of the night, you wake up sweaty despite being completely naked and using no covers. Without putting on any clothes, you walk to your kitchen to get a cold cup of water, only to see a stack of filled ice trays next to the sink because you forgot to put them in the freezer. Ugh.

You get a glass of water and stand in front of the fridge with the door open. The air conditioner in your window feels weaker every day. It’s so stuffy in your trailer, you wonder if you’d be better off with the window open. Still naked, you go to the kitchen window and slide it open. No matter how hard you push upward, it won’t click and stay.

“Piece of shit,” you mutter. But the fresh air does feel good.

Standing in the window with your arms raised, tits blazing, skin glistening…. something moves in the corner of your eye. There’s a fake security camera mounted on the shed you’re looking at. At least you always assumed it was fake, since the owners are such deadbeats. You give it the middle finger just in case, then use a pitcher to hold the window up.

You go back to bed for a while longer, then get up and rifle through your unfolded laundry, looking for a swimsuit. You find a bikini that appears to have shrunk, but it has adjustable strings so you put it on anyway. Next door, there’s an extended stay hotel that has a pool. It has a cracked and faded slide, no longer in use, and half the rungs are dangling from the pool ladders. It won’t be the first time you’ve snuck in there. No one seems to care, and no one’s going to be out at this hour anyway.

The pool water is normally warm by sunset, but in the middle of the night, it’s cooled off enough. A weakly-inflated flamingo pool float sits atop the water, and a couple of pool noodles hug the wall. Half the pool lights are working. There’s no way this would pass an inspection, but sometimes it feels like barely anyone outside the area knows it exists.

You sit on the side of the pool, and as you lower yourself into the water, you look down to see your hard nipples barely contained by the shrunken, unlined triangle top, with some areola showing on one breast. The sight of your own slutty fit turns you on, and you don’t fix it.

Kicking your legs out in front of you, you imagine Billy joining you. Billy and his dirty wifebeaters and trucker hats and jeans that fit too well. Billy and his slutty fucking selfies that you can’t stop looking at every night. Billy, and that look in his eyes like he could eat you up, if only he were hungry.

He’d be hungry right now, you bet. You turn to your side and use both feet to grab a pool noodle, letting yourself off the wall as you mount it. Straddling the pool noodle, you turn toward the wall and rest your forearms on the side and squeeze your thighs together.

Closing your eyes and resting your head, you fantasize about him. He’s a low-life and a sleaze, and god he makes it hot. The way he moves, it shouldn’t be hot at all, but you’ve been watching him closer ever since he sent those selfies, and when scratches his lower belly, lifting up his tank top, exposing his happy trail, at this point it drives you fucking crazy. Like that’s where you need your forehead. You tilt your hips for more pressure from the foam between your legs.

There’s not a single thing about him that says he’s a better guy than you thought, but maybe he is. Or more likely, you don’t care. Or, perhaps most likely, you kinda like him bad.

He’s not the kind of man you’d want in your life, but in your bed?

It’s so easy to picture his silhouette at the foot of your bed, scratching himself, then lewdly grabbing the massive bulge in his jeans.

Your hips begin to move on their own, seeking friction with the foam noodle.

You can see him kneeling onto your mattress, prowling toward you, arms flexing, chains hanging down from his neck, dangling in the air–god if you could feel those hit your skin. You can feel him grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand, while he unbuttons his jeans with the other.

You reach down and slide the pool noodle against your front, grinding your hips.

He’d probably lean in real close, say something cocky like, “you ready for this?” Ugh, his voice. With his dick in his hand. “Think ya can take it?” Yes, yes, please. He drops his thick meat heavily against your mound. Yes, please. God, please, you’d be squirming under him, wrists pinned by his hand, lifting your hips desperately. “Sure ya can handle this big cock?”

Fuck. It’s so clear, you can practically smell him. Your whole cunt throbs and you’re gushing in your bikini bottoms. “Mm,” you quietly hum as you get closer.

He’d shove himself into you, you’d arch your back and moan. He’d chuckle darkly, then his free hand would come to your jaw, dwarfing your face as he uses just two fingers and a thumb to squeeze your mouth open. The smell of cigarettes intensifies as his face hovers over yours, then he spits in your mouth. And he stays there, bottomed out, and you’ve never felt so full but you need the friction, you need him to move so bad, you need him to fuck you, you beg him to fuck you, really fuck you. “Yeah? Need me to fuck you?” God, yes.

“Mm,” your face screws up. You're so wet, and your clit twitches as you rub the front of your swimsuit with the foam cylinder you're straddling.

You can practically hear him say, “Poor baby.” He’s got half a smile, amused and in control. “Yeah I'll give it to ya,” he begins to slowly retreat, pauses with his cock half-withdrawn and lowers his pitch. “Who’s your daddy?”

The tension snaps and your lips part as you see stars.

Squeezing your thighs tight around the pool noodle, you ride it out, cumming to the thought of his girth stretching you with his gold chains dangling over you, hips beginning to move, jeans sitting loosely around his hips.

You weren’t planning on doing that, but, there you are, coming down off that high in the motel pool, in your shrunken bikini, skin buzzing, so tired and peaceful you could fall asleep.

And then metal scrapes against concrete, stirring you from your blissed out state.

A shadow moves.

His deep voice at a low volume, with that edge of condescension: "All done?”

Your stomach drops. You almost don’t want to look up, but you do. It’s his silhouette, manspreading in a worn-out chair, with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. The shadow of his stupid trucker hat hides his face. You let go of the pool noodle and try to subtly push it away, obviously too late. Frozen, heart racing, you’re standing with your chest above water.

“What are you doing here?” you demand.

“Don’t worry, I’m on my way out.” He stands up and stretches, revealing his happy trail. He twists in another stretch and god, his silhouette - his jeans bulging, clearly aroused. “An' so are you, c’mon.”

“I’m still cooling off,” you protest.

“I’ll bet.” He drops his cigarette into his can of beer and carries it with him as he approaches the pool with his face still in the shadow of his hat. Light reflects off his gold chains.

You make a fake effort to adjust your top and can’t take your eyes off his jeans. He adjusts himself and stands there giving you a moment.

Then he loses patience and says, “Alright, sugartits. Let’s go.”

He squats down and grabs you by the arm.

“Hey,” you protest as he starts to manhandle you toward the shallow stairs. “Alright, alright. Damn”

When you’re out of the pool, he looks you up and down. You feel like covering yourself up, but you defiantly stand with your hands on your hips.

“Tryin’ to turn tricks out here?” He slowly steps toward you and his eyes are glued to your chest. “Good place to do it….prolly make a few hooker friends too.”

“How many of’em have you fucked?” you retort.

He ignores the question and reaches for your chest.

Without blocking his hand, you look down and part of your nipple is showing again. He “fixes” your suit, tugging it over and thumbing your nipple while he’s at it. It covers your areola but leaves underboob.

“There ya go.”

He puts a toothpick in his mouth and motions for you to lead the way.

As you exit the pool area dripping wet, you mention, “If you’re gonna spy on me, you could bring me a towel next time.”

“Yeah, okay,” He mumbles with the toothpick at the corner of his mouth. “Just lookin’ out for ya’s all.”

“I don’t remember asking you to.”

He pulls the tab off his beer can and it replaces the cigarette that had been between his fingers. He throws the can into a bush.

As you reach the trailer park property line, he throws his toothpick into the shrubs and lowers his voice. “Listen sugar, there’s some shady fuckin’ characters over there.”

You scoff. “Apparently so.” you shoot him a look and can’t help but check him out while you’re at it. A harsh floodlight highlights the freckles on his big, tan shoulders.

He keeps on, “You tryin’ to get stabbed?”

“What?”

“Dumb as hell, sneakin’ over there, middle’a the night.”

Somehow, this makes you feel stupid. Like if he’s calling someone dumb... Damn.

You walk the rest of the way to your trailer in silence with him following slightly behind you.

“Lemme guess, ya left it unlocked, too,” he mutters, then opens your door himself. “Fuckin’ murderbait over here,” he grumbles.

He stands with his back to the open door and waits, making your body brush his as you walk in.

Full body goosebumps.

He stands there looking at you, and you eye his pants. Slowly, he steps into your personal space, and you back up almost to the nearest wall, but not against it. There, you stop. Letting him close. With his hand on the wall, he effectively traps you, blocking you from going any further into your trailer.

The smell of Newports fills your nostrils. He wets his lips and looks from your eyes to your chest, then your mouth.

He brings his nose to your neck and barely grazes you as he takes a long sniff. His nose brushes your cheek, and his lips follow. Just above a whisper, he warns, “Don’t do it again.”

When you don’t answer, he pulls back and his hand comes to your neck. He’s gentle, not applying any pressure, but the presence of his large, strong hand is enough to feel like a threat. One that makes you more turned on than scared. “Got it?” he asks, looking at your mouth. Can’t be sure if he’s talking about going over there alone or leaving your trailer unlocked, and it doesn’t really matter. His eyes are wild, and it’s like he’s inspecting you, marveling at your face.

You whisper, “Yes sir,” and await his next move.

He takes his hand from your neck and cups your cheek to whisper, “Good girl.”

You could actually melt.

He gives your chest another look and drops his hand, incidentally brushing his wrist against your breast before he pulls up his jeans. He bites the aluminum tab and turns to leave without another word. As he walks away, your eyes are drawn to a glock sticking out of the back of his pants.

He looks back at you and winks before shutting the door behind himself.

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hotwaterrepairsmelbourne · 2 years ago

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lilacmingi · 6 months ago

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LATE-NIGHT RAMEN

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Word count: 930

Note: Just a fluffy imagine about not being able to sleep and making ramen with Changbin 🥺

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The room was quiet, save for the wall-mounted air conditioner which blew a cool breeze towards you and your boyfriend. The sound of your legs shuffling under the sheets accompanied the sound of the air con unit as you tried and failed to find a comfortable position. You'd been squirming around for the last twenty minutes, though you tried not to, you just couldn't seem to get relaxed, and it didn't help that you were hungry. The glowing green numbers on the digital clock stared you down. 1:30 AM. A soundless sigh pushed past your parted lips.

"You awake?" Changbin's voice sounded from behind you on the opposite side of the bed.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yep. I haven't even dozed off."

"I can't get comfortable... and I'm hungry."

"Me too." Changbin chuckled.

You sat up, propped on your elbow as you turned to your boyfriend. "Ramen?"

Though the room was dim, you could see Changbin's face light up at the offer and you knew immediately that he was on board.

The comforter and sheets were flung back as you and your boyfriend slipped from your cotton cocoon to shuffle soundlessly down the hall and into the kitchen. Changbin made a beeline for the pantry while you pulled out a pot from the cabinet, the both of you working together to start preparing the late-night snack.

"You probably want a whole pack don't you?"

Just as the question left your lips, Changbin set down two packs of Shin ramen—a classic go-to for most people who lived in Korea. You chuckled softly, getting some water in the pot to start boiling.

Changbin stood by you, staring almost dazedly at the water, waiting for it to boil. He blinked languidly, leaning over to rest his head on your shoulder.

Once the water started to bubble, you tore open the packs of ramen and dropped the dried noodles into the pot.

Changbin hummed softly, beginning to sway the both of you side to side, your hands came up to rest on his forearms that were looped around your middle, chuckling lightly while he rocked from one side to the other.

Not a second later, you felt the sensation of his soft lips just under your ear, his fluffy and wavy mop of hair tickling your cheek. A shiver was suppressed as he trailed a couple more kisses further down, ravishing your sensitive skin with gentle pecks.

"What are you doing?" You questioned through small giggles.

"Passing time." He murmured, dropping another kiss to the crook of your neck. "Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?"

A small smirk played at the corner of your lips.

"Of course you're allowed." You responded, bringing a hand up to brush through his fluffy locks.

Changbin hummed against your skin, his arms tightening around your waist in response to your gentle and loving actions.

You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and poked around at the noodles, separating them as they softened, adding in the packets of seasoning and dried ingredients.

"Mmm. Smells good." Changbin murmured.

"It's almost done."

After just a couple short minutes, the noodles were ready to eat. As if he could sense that it was time, Changbin grabbed a couple bowls from the cabinet, holding them as you filled each one with the steaming noodles. He wasted no time taking them to the table with some chopsticks for each of you.

Changbin took a large bite of ramen, reacting quite dramatically to the taste, groaning and leaning back in his chair. You giggled, always enjoying his enthusiastic responses to food.

"It hits the spot, doesn't it?" You asked with a grin, taking a bite of your own noodles.

He nodded eagerly in response.

A quietness fell over the kitchen, the silence punctuated by soft slurping sounds as you and Changbin chowed down on your snack, though it could hardly be classified as such. It was more like a meal.

You momentarily watched as your boyfriend ate, his already soft-looking cheeks appearing rounder as he enjoyed his food. There was something endearing and wholesome about Changbin eating.

"What?" Said man asked when he noticed you staring.

"Nothing. It's just cute watching you eat."

He gave a chuckle, that sideways smirk that you loved so much making an appearance. "What's so cute about it?"

You gave a shrug. "It just makes me feel warm inside, that's all."

He chuckled, his ears tinting pink at your words. Despite how he often admired his muscles and was proud of his physique, Changbin had some trouble accepting compliments of any kind even though you were constantly showering him in them. You merely gave a breathy chortle and proceeded with eating the remainder of your ramen.

Standing at the sink, you rinsed out the dishes you and Changbin had used, not wanting to leave them overnight to deal with the following day.

"You tired yet?" You asked your boyfriend while drying your hands off, sparing a glance at the digital clock on the stove. 2:00 AM.

"No." He giggled.

"Neither am I, but we should probably go back to bed anyway."

"And lie in there awake and unable to sleep?" Changbin frowned. "Why don't we just watch TV for a bit? We can watch an episode of that show we've been binging together."

His offer was tempting and you only had to think about it for a handful of seconds before agreeing to his proposition.

"Alright. One episode."

A part of you knew you it wouldn't be just one episode, but you didn't mind.

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twinsunstars · 7 months ago

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Omega: *crawling in the walls to try and find ways to escape* Hemlock in his office: *trying to work but hears small noises above him, looking up and thinking its just the air conditioner* *the sounds get louder with Omega crawling and banging the walls with her hands, making Hemlock call for Scorch* Hemlock: There’s something in the vents! *Scorch and the others check but find nothing, Omega managing to slip past them* Omega: *continues to mess with Hemlock and make noises in the vents to freak him out, managing to never be found* Emerie: *often hears Omega going through the vents but lets her freak Hemlock out*

part of a new incorrect quotes series, Tales From Mount Tantiss!

Tales from Mount Tantiss Incorrect Quotes Masterlist

#she roams through the walls of tantiss #i had a thought of what if she's tried this before #he'd start getting less sleep if he even sleeps at all #star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch omega #royce hemlock #commander scorch #emerie karr #tbb #the bad batch season 3 #sw tbb #tbb s3 #sw tbb s3 #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb omega

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acceleracers-baby · 10 months ago

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Acceleracers HC’s - How they sleep! Metal Maniac Edition!

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop Riggs & Markie Wylde)

+Bonus Round

(Doctor Tezla & Lani Tam)

Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - Taro strikes me as the kind of guy who could fall asleep anywhere. Back a few years ago when he was still traveling around a lot he used to be a BIG camping gear geek. He hiked up Mount Everest twice in style. When he’s sleeping at home in his own bed he definitely has some nice silk sheets though. No one who ski’s down Mount Everest TWICE sleeps on shitty sheets. A few years ago he used to have a wild sleep schedule, but now that he’s joined the Metal Maniacs and not traveling around as much, he’s developed more healthy sleeping habits. Before he goes to bed, he turns the lights down and mainly uses scented candles to keep his room lit. It’s practical. Keeps his room smelling nice and warm light is better for nighttime.

Tork Maddox - Tork sleeps slightly propped up. At LEAST two pillows under him at all times. He also seems like the type to keep his room cold as fuck but have like three big flannel blankets to keep him warm. Tork SNORES. He straight up sounds like a grizzly bear. On top of that he usually falls asleep with the TV on. Occasionally, he has the sense of mind to turn it off or at least put it on mute, but after Tone’s passing, he is frequently plagued by nightmares. The TV helps, but what helps more is the fact that he gets into journaling. Even if he just writes down a sentence or two it helps.

Monkey McClurg - Not only does Monkey sleep walk, but he also sleep talks. He has had full on conversations with people while dead asleep and not remember a single thing the next morning. Porkchop once caught him fixing up his car at like three in the morning while babbling about some kind of new suspension system he wanted to implement. Usually all it takes to get him back to bed is to just tell him that he’s asleep, but sometimes he argues. It never lasts long though. When he does end up back in bed he’s usually there for the rest of the night.

Porkchop Riggs - Obviously we know he sleeps with a stuffed pig, but I raise you that he also sleeps with a flying pig night light. It was something Mama Chop got him after his father drowned. He was very prone to night terrors at that time. They’ve gotten better, but he’s just so used to sleeping with it now it feels wrong to take it out of the wall. Porkchop gets his best sleep when his window air conditioner unit kicks on. Something about the loud rattling and cool air reminds him of when he was a kid. Adversely he doesn’t sleep at all when it storms. It reminds him of the night he lost his father.

Markie Wylde - Mark sleeps curled up tight. At least one of his legs is tucked up towards his chest and he’s usually holding on tight to a pillow. He never sleeps with his back to the door. He also never sleeps around people he’s not 100% comfortable around. Mark always has a really hard time sleeping in beds that aren’t his own. He barely got any sleep the first week he was in prison, and when he got out, it was the same. It takes him at least three days now to acclimate to sleeping in places he’s unfamiliar with. When he does sleep he doesn’t really snore but he does make noise. Loud sniffles, grunts, and occasionally he’ll grind his teeth.

Bonus Round

Doctor Tezla - Idle hands are the devils work. There is so much to explore, so much to research, but there are also so few hours in the day. Gig quite literally has to force Tezla to go to sleep most days. He’s just so stressed about…well everything that it’s nearly impossible to fall asleep on his own. At first he tried general over the counter melatonin, but that proved to be less than effective so he got a prescription for something stronger. Gig reminds him to take it most nights, but occasionally Lani has to get involved, reminding him that he won’t be able to continue his work if he dies due to severe sleep deprivation. He’s stubborn, but not stupid.

Lani Tam - The shit that this poor woman has to deal with… When Lani decides it’s time for bed, she refuses to be disturbed. She drinks a nice hot tea with honey, reads a few chapters from a good book, and throws on a sleep mask before promptly passing out. Before any of that though she usually indulges in a scalding hot bath. If her skin isn’t a different shade by the time she gets out, she doesn’t want it. Occasionally, if she can’t sleep, she’ll fall asleep watching something that doesn’t take a whole lot of brain power. Something like Survivor or Hells Kitchen.

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delladeena5 · 2 years ago

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Guide to how air conditioning works. The Air Conditioning Company answer all your questions on the principle of how air conditioners function.

#wall-mounted air conditioners #wall-mounted AC unit

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 5 months ago

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Sorry about this. I dunno why I even wrote any of it.

It was just a typical day…

In the middle of rushing around doing chores I found out my brother will soon need me to go take care of Mom for a bit. I can’t get ahold of the woman who fed the animals last time, and in fact she hasn’t been responding to me for almost a month. No one else says they can do it. I have to do over 100 miles away, so I have to have somebody, but I have no one to ask.

The power outage made me discover a potential problem from vines threatening the place the power connects to our electrical building (we have not just a house but four other buildings with power). Vines thicker than my arm had grown up nearby trees, and a fallen limb left dangling in the tangle had pulled them down within reach of the power. Oh boy are the vines trying! It’s too high up to cut from above, obviously, so I needed to cut the vines where they go up the trees.

Lots of vines. Lots and lots of vines. And I had to cut some of them while scrambling across scrap from our fiberglassing business.

I got too hot, misjudging the weather as it went up to a heat index of 101F.

And then it rained. Good to FINALLY get rain. It would start the exact moment I was sitting down by Ryoga’s to call Mom. It was so little rain it was still dusty in Ryoga’s lot, but the book I’ve been reading Mom (Soul Music) got wet.

While it rained, and after Mom’s call, I went to the other house to get some stuff done inside. Something stopped me from everything I tried. Need a tool or something. Have to do this or that first, but not knowing how. Having all the lanterns have fading batteries, so I couldn’t see. (The curse of a house without electricity)

Discover a branch rubbing on Mom’s roof, pulling up the tin in the corner. (Tin roof directly on beams, not even insulation, so pull it up and you got no roof at all. The joys of cheap late 19th century southern construction) We are talking way up high, and even the pole saw would have to be used from the porch roof.

I’ve disassembled the pole saw and lost the bolts. I only did this a month or so ago after I had to move stuff at my brother’s demand. It had spent years along the stairs where I could get it, and now I need it again.

The porch roof is leaking. I can’t figure out where.

My finger, torn up from the blister incident, still won’t bend. It makes everything harder.

I had a breathing attack. I hate that rainy days often do.

I went back to work on the jungle around the electrical building and discovered the door open a bit, enough for someone to get in. I suspect someone has been in there. Some tools had been left in the doorway and were ruined.

Wanting to lock the door (a bit late I admit) I got to work on the vines in the way. It still wouldn’t shut, with a hinge not on right.

Cutting more stuff I got poked in the eye. Yes, AGAIN! And it was my good eye damn it. I’m hurting like crazy still all these hours later, and my vision is all blurry.

I kept working. Hours of work. My shirt was so sweaty it seemed like I was going for the “wet t-shirt contest” look.

I stopped working because it was getting late enough the animals were throwing a for for their supper. I was glad for a swim before it was too dark, but the dogs barking got me out. The thieves still had me jumpy, half expecting more intruders. The dogs just wanted attention, but I got in poison ivy with my bare legs.

The house was hot. The little wall mounted air conditioner can only do so much. Even to sleep I have to have a fan too to keep it below sweating levels. I HATE being hot.

Thank goodness I could eat cold leftovers. Neither my stove nor microwave work right, and using a burner that has decided to only go “inferno” or “off” and an oven that always takes exactly double any recipe’s cook time wouldn’t be fun in a hot house.

I pulled four ticks of me that were already biting.

My bad ankle finally gave out from being on it for hours, and I was limping.

I tripped on one of the planks across a hole in the floor, turning my ankle.

I discovered my left hand hurt too much to carry even a jug of milk. Weird, but Owwwwww!

I also realized that all the blisters on my fingers and hands have now hardened up so instead of hurting it now feels like I’m wearing thick rubber gloves.

It was too late to watch a movie. I couldn’t sculpt because the only sculpey I have left is nearly unusable, and besides my hands are wrecked. I am starting to miss sculpting, and seriously worry that my most recent utter disaster will be the one I go out on for good.

My ipad decided it didn’t want to connect to the internet. Which is just as well as I find myself getting angry a lot lately.

I tried writing in my journal. I was tired and distracted and my eye wasn’t helping. It was a messy, near unreadable, scrawl with much marked out and the most ridiculous spelling mistakes. I didn’t care and barely had any thoughts anyway.

Nony curled up on my lap. He was scratching fleas, then I had fleas. And still let him lie there, because when I said his name he turned his head up at me, snuggled against my chest, and meowed a little reply without ever opening his eyes. Dang it, why does he have to love me AND be so cute? I was now trapped by the cat, unable to get up to do the stuff I needed to do before bed.

I am sooo sleepy, and I was already yawning all day, yet I wrote this! As usual I planned to write three sentences about my stupid without rambling, useless day and failed completely.

Geez, I’m sure anyone else could do better with my life. Go places, do things, have friends. Get things done. Not hurt themselves all the damn time. Get to bed before midnight at the very least.

#my day #rambles #Seriously why did I write all this?#my brain isn’t working obviously #I need sleep #if only my eye would stop hurting!

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The Sims 4: New Game Patch (January 17th, 2023)

There’s a new Sims 4 update available for PC/Mac and Consoles. If you have auto updates enabled in Origin’s “Application Settings”, the game will auto-update once you open Origin. If you have auto-updates disabled, you will need to manually update by clicking the game in your library.

To ensure your game is up to date, check the game version found in Documents > EA > The Sims 4 > GameVersion.txt. Your game should now read: PC: 1.94.147.1030 / Mac: 1.94.147.1230 / Console: Version 1.68

If you’ve updated on PC/Mac but it’s not showing the correct version, delete the GameVersion.txt file, restart, and all will be corrected.

Update 01/17/2023 PC: 1.94.147.1030 / Mac: 1.94.147.1230 Console: Version: 1.68

Sul Sul, Simmers!

Happy New Year! We’ve taken care of all kinds of issues in this patch. Thank you all for your patience, and for staying vigilant in your reporting. We have a full year of The Sims 4 ahead of us, and we can’t wait to hear what you think. Happy Simming!

The Sims Team

Bug Fixes

Base Game

Toddlers were all looking a little too similar to each other. Now, they’ll reflect their parents and account for genetics.

Sims will no longer break the space-time continuum by moving when the game is paused.

The Mint Green Belted Cardigan (yfTop_CardiganBelted_SolidGreenMintBlack) no longer makes your Sim look like human spaghetti.

The Open Blazer (yfTop_BlazerOpenCollarTucked) now covers your Sim’s midriff properly.

A Juice Party will now count towards Throw 3 parties in the Party Aspiration.

Objects mounted on walls will no longer be removed when a different wall texture is applied in Build mode.

The Check for Pen Pal Replies option will now display as intended.

The Return from Daycare notification will now only appear once.

Fixed a crash that could happen when entering Live Mode.

The Promise to Help interaction will now trigger in the appropriate situations.

It’s now possible to enable the free build cheat (bb.enablefreebuild) while in the Making Money Scenario. This cheat doesn’t even disable Achievements/Trophies on consoles either.

Removed duplicate Clean up prompts when around two Activity Tables.

When using the Off the Grid filter, objects will display the proper information about what skill they may impact.

Disabling Wants & Fears will now function as intended.

Fixed missing Comfort stats from many Comfort objects and items.

Fixed Public Bathrooms description information stating they’re for Hygiene instead of Bladder.

Sims will be able to use public bathroom stalls. No more holding it until you get home!

Consoles

Adjusting the UI Scale from Game Options > Accessibility while in Create a Sim (CAS) should be more responsive so you can see your adjustments without waiting.

The Show: All Households list in the Manage Households menu can be scrolled meaning you can now see all Households as well.

Bust The Dust

*Sniff Sniff* Sims will perform the smelling animation the appropriate amount when their environment is dirty. No one likes a dirty litter box!

Get to Work

When your Sim grows up; Alien nose, chin, and eye width will carry over.

A respectful introduction will now fulfill the Greet Co-workers/Patients task as a part of the Doctor Career.

Seasons

Sims won’t freeze to death in the Summer when interacting with sprinklers. Someone must’ve forgotten to turn the air conditioner off… we’ll be sure to hand out blankets next time!

Sims are now able to properly schedule holidays when they have a teen in the house. Scheduling family trips is already hard enough!

Snowy Escape

Work Withdrawals are now removed when working during their off hours.

My Wedding Stories

Your Sims will no longer talk about planning their wedding ceremony after they are married.

Werewolves

Werewolves are now able to change their fur in CAS mode. Furtastic!

#news #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4

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