#boozebottles

[darkccfinds]

⸸ Hobo Collection by Zedrael Featuring ( Trashcan Script) Simsmx [ simlogical ] ⸸

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Everything you need to start a homeless sim lot: Included in the zip files are the cardboard box, the shopping cart, the potty buckets (sitting and standing versions), the cinderblocks, the trashcan (with script by simsmx), Dr. Simmer soda can, used tissue, snack sized potato chips bag, tattered book, paper bag, junk pile, coffee cup, toilet paper and newspaper box liner. The shopping cart has lots of slots in the basket and underneath for piling your hobo sims junk in. Click on the box and select “nap” to have your hobo sim sleep in the box.  (Note:  sim will temporarily sink into the ground when sitting down to nap and when getting up.  This is a known issue that may be fixed in the future.) The shopping cart is recolorable with one preset.  The cinderblocks are also recolorable with one preset.  Both are shown above. I made 2 versions of the potty bucket.  One for male sims only, and one for sims that like to sit down to do their business. And last but not least, the Hobo Trashcan with scripting by simsmx!  Recolorable with 6 presets: Sims can look for food in the trashcan every 6 hours. Most of the time Sims will find food (Unlucky Sims have a harder time finding food). The food ranges from Foul to Neutral quality depending on the recipe. Additionally, Sims can find poisoned apples, pizza, cake, cheese, honey, and dried food.  This function is autonomous, but you can click on the trashcan with the selected sim and choose to have them rummage for food (it will be grayed out if it’s been less than 6 hours since the last dig).  Some of the items found are not edible, but will show in your sims inventory and can be sold for simoleans, so your sim can go buy a hamburger or something. i suggest cmo’s Cigarette/Smoking mod,  cmo’s Barrel o’ Fire (available at MTS) & my new Boozebottle to compliment this collection. Thank you to simsmx for the wonderful script modding! These are NOT replacement objects, they are original meshes and textures.  These items can be found in buymode:  Deco/misc.  The Cardboard box can also be found in beds, the trashcan in appliances, The potty buckets in toilets, & the shopping cart in outdoor/lawn ornaments. UPDATE:  Hobo Trashcan - Please re-download and replace this file if you have already downloaded this object: Changes include: - Minor bug fix caused by traveling (discovered this on my first UL experience) - Rummaging for food raises Rebel Influence just as dumpster diving does - Rummaging for food is registered in the “skill journal” (i.e., smartphone) - Sims can now find barista bar snacks (e.g., Cheese Danish, Brownie, etc.) - There’s also a slight chance Sims can find a forbidden fruit or the elusive empanada! (The empanada is a “secret” food item that is only awarded to scientists that perform a horticulture experiment) - There’s a new cheat interaction (requires testingcheatsenabled true and shift-clicking) to reset rummage and rummage endlessly if you’re feeling cheaty.

Ⓜ️ Mirror

[razorsadness]

Blue Ballads for (Un)Dead Girls

I.

How she haunts me. I could spit on my boot and slam a dance on rotten boatwood, and still I would see her, unluckier than a black catfish hanging over my head. I say shoo but she don’t spook easy. Ghost bitch, begone.

II.

See her sodden body there, singing from the reeds. She floats below the surface, her face an underwater moon, wobbling and blurred. Her flesh, pale as a fishbelly. The roots of rivertrees already twining bracelets around her skinny arms, claiming her as their own. She aches for it. See how swollen she is, how dripping wet.

III.

See her body there on the summer sidewalk. Next to the streaks of what seems to be gunpowder and blood. (Relax, it’s only melted cherry popsicles and firecrackers.) See her body there riding shotgun in the hot car. Her body on the bedroom floor. Her body in the bathtub. Her body blue and lovely beneath the ice of the pond. Her body, her body, her body. Has become a chalk outline of itself.

IV.

She’s a goner, a gone girl. She’s always gone too long but she don’t ever go all the way away and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know—

V.

For whoever is forgotten there is a riverbank. For whoever is forgotten there is a sidewalk. For whoever is forgotten there is a bedroom. For whoever wants to drown there is a river. For however she wants to drown there is a river. River of flame, river of pain, river of madness. Bathtubs, swimming pools, pillbottles.

VI.

Like most girls I dreamed of drowning. Longed to be swallowed by something blue. So I swallowed pills, flooded my veins with drugs that swooned me under, my oblivion. Wrapped razorblade bangles ‘round my wrists. Swallowed pills and sat under the bridge by the river, boozebottle in hand. Once I saw a foot floating in the river; a foot and part of a leg bobbing in the shallows. Once I collected bones I found in the mudreeds along the riverbank, bones bleached and sanded by riverwater. Fishbones, gullbones, swanbones, girlbones. I made a harp of hipbones and hair and my sister, she sang to me.

VII.

Oh my sister. Like you I longed for the things that terrored me, the serpents that wriggled at the edges of my darkest dreams. In my summernight bedroom, swimming in the heat that flooded through the window, I imagined killers slitting through the screen into my sleep. Imagined knives that could slice out the bones of a fishgirl and desperate hands plunged into the wetness of my guts. Dreamt of soaking in my own blood.

VIII.

I used to give my boys knives and ask them to cut me. I placed their desperate hands around my throat and gasped toward the choke that would stop up my lungs as sure as water. Waited for that moment of too-far, when they’d have to take my body to the river, feed me to the oil-drenched fish. They never got near it. Too afraid of their fatal potential to dip a toe into that desire.

IX.

They say if a man kisses a rivermaid, a rusalka, he can never cross back to our world. A caul grows over his eyes, turns them to milky opals forever seeing everything from underwater. But what of us? Girls who love rivers too much, who bejewel ourselves in the flash of fish scales.

X.

What of us, girls? We who braid willowbranches and weep, who dye our hair muddy blue, who name almost-daughters Mississippi, Colorado, Shenandoah. We whose bodies are bait. Who wade knee-deep into the rivers of our immolation.

XI.

We pray to Elise, Our Lady of Windowsills, and Sylvia, Our Lady of Stoves. And yes, we pray to Anne, Our Lady of Garages. But most of all we pray to Virginia—Our Lady of the Rivers, Our Mother of the Stones.

XII.

I heard her moan, I heard her bones. Under the bridge I see her face, ghost-bright. Her pretty fingers nibbled by minnows. My heart becomes a choking stone, stopping my throat.

XIII.

She died of an overdose. Of desire. She Houdinied herself, stayed below too long. She swallowed the river whole. She started the car, turned on the stove. She baited the boys and made them killers. Made them kill her.

Did I say kill her? She’s alive. She’s just so good at ghosting. She’s such an ace at that old disappearing act, she even fools me sometimes.

—Jessie Lynn McMains (2018)

[rustbeltjessie]

Listen/purchase: Jessie Lynn McMains - Blue Ballads for (Un)Dead Girls by Various Artists

Like most girls I dreamed of drowning. Longed to be swallowed by something blue. So I swallowed pills, flooded my veins with drugs that swooned me under, my oblivion. Wrapped razorblade bangles ‘round my wrists. Swallowed pills and sat under the bridge by the river, boozebottle in hand. Once I saw a foot floating in the river; a foot and part of a leg bobbing in the shallows. Once I collected bones I found in the mudreeds along the riverbank, bones bleached and sanded by riverwater. Fishbones, gullbones, swanbones, girlbones. I made a harp of hipbones and hair and my sister, she sang to me.

[poetponyofmidgard]

Bottle of the Day! Geaux Saints! #saintsgameday #saints #reisling #whodat @Saints #catsofinstagram #boozebottles #thursdaynightfootball @nflonfox https://www.instagram.com/p/BqyXe7egpyc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jxxcki0r0ahl

[daniellefoushee]

All the craft distilleries and breweries make a hotbed for interesting design #designnerdsunite #drinkportland #designspirit #boozebottles #craftspirits #artdecodesign #artdecotypography #typenerd #bougie #portlandlove #bougiebooze (at Pearl Specialty Market & Spirits)

[roogizz-waifu]

When you have to do bubble style stencils ;) #boozebottles work just fine #geekgirl #cosplayprogress

[dasha-aibo]

AMERICA SHOULD BE THE ONLY COUNTRY, STOP ACTING LIKE IT SHOULDNT, AMERICA IS THE PEAK OF HUMAN ACHIEVEMENT

Pass me the boozebottle, man

[itspurse-blog]

Single bells, single bells: Purse rules

Single bells single bells, it’s that time of the year again. You gotta buy presents with money you don’t have, you gotta eat food your fake diet doesn’t digest and you gonna have to tell everyone that you’re STILL single. I could bet my whole beautycase on it that this Christmas holiday stuff was not invented by a homosexual single guy. 

SO you sit here watching these unpretty times unfold on your wall&feed like presents and you think: All I want for Christmas is a huge Big Fat Long Enormous uncut Monster

ARM!

So I can take better selfies of myself so I can date hotter Instagram guys with more followers then me. But let’s not get too excited too quickly. Purse first, second things second and third things turd.

Here are some great tips to survive the Christmas nightmare without spending a dime:

Purse rule no. 1: Buy yourself a beautiful Purse. Christmas without a Purse is no Christmas at all. What? You have no money? Not even for a Purse? Steal one! It’s our secret.. Victoria’s secret. Sshhhtt

 Presents: If you give, you receive. That’s a life lesson, not a sex lesson you perv. People wanna feel loved and also wanna see that love materialized. You should use this against them. “I know you know how much cash I stash & I know you know how I don’t know what to buy for a wonderful person like you with all that money I got in my bank account & I know you know you love me & I know you know I love you too & I know you know you don’t need to see that love materialized in meaningless objects to know it’s deep and pure and true love & I know you know this is the biggest gift someone can give you & I know you know I don’t need gifts to prove something to you & I know you know I give you gifts in other ways along the year, not when capitalism tells me to” & so on and so on and so on SUCKERS!

Food: If Purse leaves the party, Purse must be filled with good food! No really, I mean it. PUT THAT FOOD IN YOUR PURSE, go home, put your Purse in the fridge, invite your crush or any bitch that thinks you’re a lousy cook, microwave the shit out of that meal, meanwhile think about all the details how the real cook prepared this meal, make it cozy, put an apron on (isn’t it nice to be gay) and let the good food make the good mood.

Making conversation: I am sure it is scientifically proven that Christmas conversations are in the top 10 of worst conversations you have in a year. Normally all you wanna do is talk about yourself and how crazy and great you are and your life is, but suddenly some family members or friends really know how to ask the wrong questions at the wrong moment. Normally you can just fake your way out of these questions, but the problem is everyone is reunited and together they know more about you and your little lies then you think. The trick is; buy a fierce Purse (or steal one, see tip 1), it distracts them, and make the rule that only he who has Purse can talk.  I mean have you ever listened to a person without a Purse before? ‘People without Purses are here in this world to discriminate’ said the God of all Purses once (but don’t take it too literal, it’s free interpretation).

Sing-a-longs: Christmas is also about singing songs together. But all you remember from your Playstation Singstar is how to produce a barf that is in tune. Nothing wrong with being tone-deaf, just very uncomfortable. You already told everybody you’re an upcoming popstar, soon to be discover worldwide. And think about your credibility! Just drink hot thea with honey, honey ). Tell everyone about your voice problems (some coughing in their faces always helps), you can’t talk, can’t sing, only when you have to. Singers always have voice problems. Life is hard for a popstar, you know, even with autotune.

Christmas Tree: Instead of buying an expensive Christmas tree you can’t afford (and also you don’t even like Christmas trees because they constantly remind you about Christmas), just put some lights on any plant or cactus you have and tell everyone it’s very arty. Tell them you once saw it in a very expensive Italian home decoration magazine they probably won’t know the name of because they are not Italian. (Note: if by any chance these random people are Italian, then change it! Change it to the Christmas Island, that sounds very Christmas and yes this place exists, but we don’t even wanna imagine what hell it must be to decorate your home in a country named Christmas Island…)

 Hobo’s: All these problems in the world but nothing as bad as your first purse world problems. Nevertheless Christmas is here to tell you to be empathic and warm and loving and all the other feelings you have been trying to avoid your whole life. Not everyone has the possibility to have your lifestyle… that you steal from an internet blog… written by a Purse… Maybe you could offer for once a free bed to a hobo instead of a homo (Yes, you read it well, let this sentence drop in slowly and think about it, then read it again and think about it harder). Give the hobo a laptop with only this internet blog to read, go sit in a corner, get incognito next to your Christmas tree cactus and see how the power of Purse works. Your good deed of the year is done. Thank me later, homo.

 Drunk: Yep I knew you would, you old drunk, this one is for all of us. You blew everything on this list, Christmas was a nightmare and all you can think of is how to avoid everyone and everything by drinking booze around the clock. It’s okayyy, I understand… and we have a new chance next year, and the year after and so on and so on, Jesus how many Christmasses are there in a lifetime? Does it stop when we die? Gimme a break and take the boozebottle with you home, you will need it when you see your failed Christmass tree (see previous tip, smartypants). If you really feel sick of drinking and have to vomit it all out, you know Purse is there for you, yes, even on Christmas, always working, that’s what I do, #nevernotworking. Go on, vomit all your frustrations about Christmas and your fake fabulous life in me, they can use some make-up anyways. Don’t feel guilty, I will forgive you, but only because it’s Christmass, you LGBTQIA.

Have a blast!

I know you know I love you

Xoxo

Purse

[dirtyconsumer]

SWAN AND FLAN ARE GETTING DRUNK AS FUCK TONIGHT. . . . . . #swanandflan #stickandpoke #handpoke #diytattoo #boozebottle #Drawing  #durhamart  #beautifulbizarre  #Blackandwhite #pattern  #inkfeature #brutsubmission #durhamartist #illustrationhowl #opart  #lowbrow #teddanderson #penandink  #darkartist  #illustration #newcontemporary #design #Sketchbook #onlyblackart  #artforthesick #blackink #linework #Artonpaper #outsiderart #dirtyconsumer (at Port Ellen) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm39-YDglmx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=89o93tyxmn2u

[babyawacs]

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[meile666]

#boozebottles Vintage #KLM #Delft Blue Canal House Buildings Miniature Bottles https://t.co/0bjmAq76DK http://pic.twitter.com/CSw6biBYUi

— 777VintageStreet (@abitofvintage) June 7, 2017

[daniellefoushee]

All the craft distilleries and breweries make a hotbed for interesting design #designnerdsunite #drinkportland #designspirit #boozebottles #craftspirits #artdecodesign #artdecotypography #typenerd #bougie #portlandlove #bougiebooze (at Pearl Specialty Market & Spirits)