#but theres way more to grunge than that

[slutdge]

was thinking of expanding further on that post i made a while back where i said a lot of the clothes grunge musicians wore werent 90's fashion, they were handed down or thrifted 60's and 70's stuff so a lot of attempts to recreate 90's grunge "fashion" in a gentrified way these days actually just look like shitty watered down recreations of 60's and 70's fashion

[beenbaanbuun]

the show w/ choi jongho

thinking about meeting jongho at a hardcore gig. you don’t really know the band that’s playing, but you’ve heard of them and after finding yourself alone and bored on a random tuesday night, you figure you might as well!

so you take a trip down to your local alternative music club, an oversized band t-shirt handing loosely over the tiny skirt you decided to wear. you can barely see the hem of it before your fishnet-covered thighs are exposed. they bulge over the top of your thigh highs, looking just as soft as squishy as you wanted them to. on your feet rest a pair of old skool vans, beat up and a little gross after years of abuse in mosh pits and venues so disgusting that the floor always seems to be covered by a thick layer of grunge. they’re your favourite pair of shoes, the memories they hold being worth more than their prettiness.

the venue hits you in the face with the scent of stale beer and sweat; it’s gross but you can’t help but smile as you head towards the bar. theres just something so familiar about the foul smell.

“excuse me,” you say to the group of men huddling around the counter, all with full cups of beer in their grasp. they’re too engrossed in conversation to even notice you as you stand there tapping your foot, and you can’t help but let out an agitated sigh, “or just don’t move, i guess; that works too.”

you take a step forward, about to physically push your way through them. the beer that is guaranteed to be spilled down your top is just residual damage. it’s bound to happen anyway since no one can keep their drinks in their hands once a band steps on stage. you brace yourself for the angry grunts you’re about to get and then—

a hand cups your shoulder, holding you back. it’s warm, and as you look down at it, surprisingly well manicured. huh… you didn’t know men who listened to hardcore knew how to take care of themselves to that extent. you follow his arm up, slightly disappointed at the way his beige crew neck covers his arms—with the way his hand is gripping you, you can tell he’s got strength. your gaze shifts past his neck, taking note of the cute little freckle, before moving up to his face.

holy hell.

your lips part a little and you take in a shuddery breath. he’s beautiful.

his skin glows like honey in the sunlight, looking flawless even in the dim lighting of the club. the muscles in his jaw ripple beneath his skin as he clenches it; you swallow thickly. “‘scuse us, gents,” he says, his perfect lips moving in a way that has you unable to stop staring at them. and his voice? god, you want to obey every word that he says in that syrupy cadence.

you don’t even notice when the men part, only moving forward when the handsome stranger puts pressure on your shoulder to guide you through the crowd. you let him, happy to go wherever he takes you as long as his warm hand never leaves your shoulder.

he only stops when the two of you meet the bar and his gaze shifts down to meet yours. you feel your insides melt at the sight of his black irises that seem to glitter as if they hold the universe within them. you suck in a sharp breath though your nose and— holy fuck, is it him that smells that good? the scent of spices fills your head and you feel your knees go weak. your hand finds the bar, ignoring the stickiness in favour of keeping yourself upright.

“what are you drinking?” he asks in that smooth voice. the question almost doesn’t register, your brain too invested in him to even think about anything else. it takes a moment or two for you to realise that oh! he’s taking to you? and a moment or two more for you to pull yourself together enough to give a coherent answer.

“uh, beer?” you say, trying to come off as cool. he smiles and it’s the prettiest thing you think you’ve ever seen.

“you don’t sound too sure about that,” there’s a hint of amusement in his voice and it makes you wonder what his laugh sounds like. probably as beautiful as the rest of him. “i wouldn’t so sure be either; beer is gross. that’s why i’ll be having a double vodka cran… want one?”

you nod silently and his smile grows until you can see his gums. it’s adorable, and it makes your heart beat at an almost concerning pace. is it too early to break out the L word? probably, you tell yourself.

“a vodka cran it is, pretty girl,” he says, and you die a little inside. pretty girl? it’s like he’s trying to send your heart into overdrive, “i’ll have it in your hands in no time. i’m great at flagging down bar staff.” he wiggles his eyebrows as if his self proclaimed sufficiency at bars is something for you to be impressed by. you find yourself giggling, which only makes his face light up more. you swear he mumbles a quick ‘cute’ under his breath, but perhaps that’s just your delusions speaking.

he’s right, though. he does have your drink in your hand in a matter of minutes. he passes it to you with a wink and a click of the tongue before leaning over to grab two straws from the bar. he slips one into his own drink before passing you the other. you take it and slide it into your cup.

“how much was it?” you ask before descending on your straw. even as you take a sip, you never once look away from him. you watch his adams apple bob when you wrap your lips around the paper and suck; you think nothing of it.

“for you? free,” he slips his own straw in his mouth, gulping down a few mouthfuls before pulling a face at the taste. you have to agree, the vodka they use has always been pretty foul; no amount of watered down mixer can mask the taste of the cheap spirit.

you tug the straw away; the strangers eyes flick down to see the lipstick stain left on the paper. he finds himself sending a mental thank you to whoever decided to play the pre-show playlist at an unnecessary volume; at least it hides the involuntary groan he lets out at the sight.

“and for you?” you ask as you swirl your cup in your hand in the hopes of mixing it a little better, “how much was my drink?”

he goes back in for another sip, shrugging as he grins around the straw. it’s soon wiped away by the taste of the beverage, you laugh as you watch a shiver go down his spine. he pulls away and coughs.

“a gentleman never talks about money,” he says with a strained voice, “but just know it was fucking overpriced for how it tastes. does it always taste like this?”

you nod, a pained smile taking over your expression.

“unfortunately so,” you take another sip, only to find out that your ‘mixing’ had done nothing; it still tastes like shit. you purse your lips as you pull away, tensing to stop your own body from shivering. it doesn’t work; the man still lets out a chuckle as he watches you shudder. “what do you usually get?”

a sheepish look takes over his face.

“beer-”

“beer?!” you scoff, leaning forward to hit his arm gently with your fist. it can’t have hurt him, but he pulls a faux pained expression anyway, rubbing over the flesh with his other hand. it brings a smile onto your face to see him play into your antics. “you told me you didn’t like beer!”

he shrugs.

“i didn’t want you to think i’d judge you for drinking something ‘girly’,” he warps his voice and rolls his eyes as he mentions the gendered drinks you hold in your hands, clearly expressing his dismissal of the concept. “but now i’ve tasted it, maybe i am judging you. it really does taste like shit.”

“i know,” you agree.

you fall into a comfortable silence, the both of you slowly getting your drinks down you as the world seems to carry on around you. the bar bustles behind you, but you ignore it in favour of watching the man in front of you. his expressions as he rips the straw free and tips the last bit of his drink down his throat has you giggling. the way he glares at the man who bumps into you has you swooning. how he bops his head in time to the music has you falling deeper and deeper into this pit you’d found yourself in. it’s too soon for the L-word—you don’t even know his name yet—but you’re almost positive that this is how it’s supposed to feel.

you finish up your drink, wincing as the vodka burns your throat on the way down. your lips pull away from the straw and almost immediately, a warm hand covers yours. your stranger pulls the empty cup from your hand and puts it on the ledge to be taken away later. you smile, grateful for the tiny act of service that realistically shouldn’t be making your heart ache to the level it is doing. you don’t even know the man…

“what’s your name?” the sudden question startles him; clearly he wasn’t expecting the lull in conversation to be broken so quickly. he soon recovers, though, smirking at you as if your simple question was akin to you flirting with him.

“choi jongho,” he hums, “what’s yours?”

you tell him. he smiles in response, “pretty name for a pretty girl…” heat burns under your skin; you hope the poor lighting is enough to hide the way your cheeks darken.

“thanks,” you purr, “yours isn’t so bad either.”

he huffs out a breath of laughter through his nose before opening his mouth to say something else. it’s just his luck that the moment he does, the lights dim even further and a loud drumbeat kicks in from the stage.

“good fucking evening! we are—”

the microphone peaks, making you wince at the screech that echos through the venue. jongho’s eyes scrunch shut as he tries to block out the sound, but it’s too abrasive to ignore. he grabs your hand and leans in close.

“i have a feeling this is going to fucking suck,” he yells over the guitar that’s begun to warble tunelessly through the club. you nod wordlessly against him, too distracted by the sudden proximity to actually speak. “i know a pretty cool cafe near-by. it’s open late and they serve really good coffee… do you maybe want to get out of here before we lose our hearing and out will to live?”

again, you nod.

“good,” he leans in to press a warm kiss to your cheek. your heart does a fucking backflip in your rib cage. “it’s a date…”

[erisolkat]

lana advantages:

- she'll be chill

- lanas music is fucking irritating but you can at least ignore it

- you can probably steal some of her designer accessories she keeps in her glovebox with her heroin and cigarettes if you tell her theres a hot older man with domestic abuse charges across the street

- her other music taste will most likely be predictably awful but in a handle-able 2014 soft grunge tumblr way

lana disadvantages:

- the car WILL smell like cigarettes

- you have to listen to lana del rey.

- her car is either a 1995 toyota with more crusty unidentifiable stains than you can count, a self driving tesla, or a sports car that should require special training before purchase

- she might get pulled over for like, going 90 miles an hour in a 25 zone

swiftie advantages:

- free bracelets as long as you dont mind them saying 1989 and eras

- will probably let you borrow her makeup

- car does not smell like cigarettes

- too young to drive so you dont have to live in fear

swiftie disadvantages:

- if you dont scream sing to cruel summer with her she'll cry

- you have to listen to taylor swift the whole time. anything else will be unpredictable and most likely bad

- way too energetic

- most likely five other swifties in the car. they hunt in packs.

[starrysky28]

Resident Evil Music Headcanons

A/N: Did a poll on what kind of headcanons I should write next, and this one won. Here ya go :)

Chris Redfield

-Loves classic rock from the 70s and 80s

-It reminds him of his childhood/teen years

-I also think he'd like a *little* bit of country too

-He seems like he's the type to collect vinyl/cds/cassettes

(Most of these were based off of my dad lol love ya male parental unit)

Leon S. Kennedy

-I already established this in a previous headcanon compilation about him, but he likes a lot of grunge rock

-He would have been a teenager in the early 90s, there's no way he didn't listen to it

-When he gets older, he still pertains that love for the music from his youth

-However, I think older Leon would unironically listen to divorced dad rock (if you don't know what that is, look it up, its a real thing)

Albert Wesker

-Most of his music consists of classical music (Y'know like Beethoven or whatever)

-Also has a soft spot for smooth jazz and opera, idk it just suits him.

-I think its also worth noting that he hates newer music/today's music, and he'll go out of his way to complain about it whenever it's on (or whenever the topic of music comes up)

Sherry Birkin

(Once again the only gif I could find of her. I couldn't even find her as a kid. The quote is cute though <3)

-She likes 90s and 2000s teen pop music (boy bands too)

-Growing up, I like to think she really wasn't allowed to listen to a lot of music.

-But after Raccoon City, music kinda became an escape for her

-She just listened to a lot of whatever was popular at the time (ex: Spice Girls, NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, etc, etc)

-Definitely had a little pink iPod as a teenager

Claire Redfield

-Overall, I think she likes a little mix of everything

-But she tends to lean towards a lot more female artists than male ones

-I also think she wouldn't really care for rap/hiphop music

-Theres nothing in particular she dislikes about it, it just never appealed to her :/

And that's all for now! I hope you liked these, sorry that the character selection was a little all over the place lol 😅

I think I'll do middle names next (I really wanted to do that one actually)

[devilsadvcate]

i just looked over my pinterest boards and realized some huge things about myself.

1. i love pale/pastel grunge/goth.

2. i think i know myself better than i ever have

3. im not ashamed of embodying my complexity and weirdness anymore

4. i love my interests and i love how deeply i love things

5. i am such a devoted and fucking insanely passionate lover. seriously theres hardly anything i can put into words to elaborate on this one. my pinterest board for love is just. it just is. it just is man. scorpio venus and mars (yes, u read that right: AND!!! SCORPIO VENUS AND SCORPIO MARS CONJUNCT IN THE 7TH HOUSE)

6. confidence, self love, and shameless expression of self doesnt seem embarrassing anymore. in fact i feel so empowered by how nuanced i am bc i know that there is so much value in variety and its freeing to explore my own humanity. i just love to find little human things about myself and others and foster love for these things. i know love exists because i am full of it!

7. my major natal placements (libra moon, taurus rising, scorpio venus, scorpio mars) make up probably the entirety of my being while simultaneously being maybe the least recognizable traits about me, and its a MISSION of mine to make that known and seen and felt by anyone who gets to know me! im sooooo venus ruled! and my passions and depth and sensuality are sooooooooooo pluto

8. im such a fluid person. so fluid in every way. even my gender fluid (except idk if i would label it as genderfluid. still working on that one. you’ll see what i mean soon.)

9. i have felt very comfortable in my identity as a nonbinary person for some time now (Now you see) but im considering the possibility that perhaps my hesitancy or aversion to identifying with femininity has been influenced by internalized misogyny. YIKES!

10. i am so worth loving! so worth it. i think i am genuinely just a refreshing and lovely person. so well rounded and so eager to learn more always and i really enjoy that about myself.

[villain-sympathizer]

Can you do headcanons for chronostasis if you havent already that is??

of course i can! sorry if it seems short, we dont really see a lot of him in the show so theres not much i can go off of, but i'll do my best!

────── ･ ｡ﾟ: .☽ . : ｡ﾟ･ ──────

Hari Kurono General Headcanons

I sort of remember a HC post or a fic or something where Hari was a fan of night clubs, and for some reason it kinda stuck with me so it’s a part of him now

He’s absolutely used his quirk to slow down cars passing as he’s crossing the street. Especially if he had Eri with him

I feel like he didn’t actually like or support Overhaul’s plans, or at least the part where they had to experiment on a child, but felt like he couldn’t oppose his friend/leader for fear of being killed 

Going off that, it’s likely that Overhaul convinced him it was the “only way” and there were no other options, so he ran with it

Fashion sense is a mix of techno wear and grunge

Unironically thinks that plague masks are top tier fashion and wears his even outside the base 

Often uses his quirk on his coworkers when he wants some damn peace and quiet

Avid video gamer

More often than not he hides away in his office to “do work”, but really he’s playing on his Switch

Even though Eri had her own caretakers, he’d often hang out with her now and then to play video games with her, or lend her some of his older handheld consoles 

Slav squats whenever he gets the chance

Never sits on a chair or couch correctly. He either sits on the arm rest, sits with a chair backwards, drapes himself across the couch, etc

One time, when he was feeling bold, he purposefully sat on the back couch cushions just to piss Overhaul off

Overhaul has given up forcing him to sit correctly during meetings with other gangs, has been banned from sitting during said meetings, and now must stand the entire time

Master of malicious compliance

[swollenwithangst]

i have a story to share with everybody (if you'd like to listen).

to begin, my workplace is fairly lax about personal expression so long as its not overtly offensive/religious/political. so that means i can be my full, well... alternative(?) self as i please. this last week, i went to work with dark makeup, a black sweater, black pants, docs. whole shabang. emo. grunge. whatever. definitely not your northwest cowboy though. and for reference, i work at an family entertainment place (essentially you must purchase a ticket for admission, theres a gift shop, and so on). on that day i went to work all dressed up, i had two darling, budding alternative kids compliment me and each time i think about them, i well up with tears.

the first was maybe 14, max. with presumably her family who were all of the oh-so common diesel-truck cowboys that make up the majority of residents in my area. i was checking them all in and this angel turns and says to me as i'm finishing their transaction, "you're beautiful." to which a) i about threw up. she had such a look of adoration in her eyes, i was a bit overwhelmed. it reminded me of when i first stepped into a hot topic and realized that my friends and i weren't the only ones (tbf, i had limited internet access for a long while, i didnt know there was more of us), and b) i in turn complimented her back, telling her i thought she was gorgeous. she beamed so graciously at me, it made me so happy.

the second in that same day was from less of a "yeehaw" family but more of a, well, city? area? they were so painfully average that i forgot most of their details if i'm being honest. their daughter though, who i at first took for being 15-17, was wearing a three cheers shirt, so of course i had to compliment her. she lit up at that and thanked me, and they all went on their way to enjoy the day.

for about an hour, i helped guests and went about my business, before she approached me again (🥹❗️) and promptly asked, "is your heart in ohio?" ...now before anyone comes for me, my brain is a taco shell that got abandoned in the oil. it's beyond fried. i blanked on what to say. so i just kinda chuckled and said, "i know i've heard that before, and what it's from, but i can't remember the proper response for it." (YES YES, I KNOW. OHIO IS FOR LOVERS OKAY?)

she told me it was okay and proceeded to drop the biggest bombshell on my heart. this girl said, "i know this is random but i think you're really cool. i used to have the like, scene haircut but i got bullied for it." to which i first was like, 'aww, i've been there' (especially when i tried to cut my own fringe bc my mom wouldnt take me and i wound up with the world's worst cowlick). even more so because not once in my life has anyone ever thought i was cool. then she adds, "i'm 12 but i've been like this since i was 9."

this had my brain going in an entirely new direction. first off, i was 9 years older than her... okay. second, oh my god she's a baby. third, i have new inkling of hope for this generation... maybe the kids are alright. we talked for a little longer, talking about hair dye and where she's from and all. it was such a sweet, genuine interaction.

overall, these were both super wholesome experiences that i'm really cherishing. maybe to some this is an odd thing to have feel so special, but for me, i'm happy i could be even a vague blur in those girls' minds as they go on to form and shape their identities and forms of self-expression. even just giving them a small confidence boost from seeing someone else like themselves. it's something a younger me would have benefited from, and i can only hope i was adequate enough for them.

[beansthebylershipper]

obsessed with the idea of stranger things taking place in the 90s so we could have grunge platonic madwheeler so heres some headcanons

~Max’s favourite song is Bullets with Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumpkins and Mike’s is Aneurysm by Nirvana

~They often get in huge debates over whether or not Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain, Max is a Hole stan and refuses to believe Courtney would do something like that, Mike thinks that theres no way that she didn’t

~Mike has a huge crush on Kurt Cobain and Max has a huge crush on Courtney Love, they often joked about breaking them up so that Mike could have Kurt and Max could have Courtney

~When Kurt Cobain died they both didn’t attend school for a week to mourn his death

~the first grunge song Mike learned how to play was Love Buzz by Nirvana which he tried to play for Will but completely butchered because he’s a cringefail loser (affectionate)

~Mike taught Max how to play the guitar

~They both agree that In Utero is better than Nevermind (it is)

~ They want to start a band but they both have the most screechy, insufferable singing voices and neither of them can play the drums

~Mike’s mom bought them tickets to a Pearl Jam concert and they wouldn’t shut up about how good it was for weeks—Will, El, Dustin, and Lucas heard more about guitar riffs and drum solos than they had ever heard in their lives

~Mike and Max both had a crush on Daniel Johns from Silverchair and would fight over him constantly

~Max once made fun of Mike for weeks because he tried to write a love song for Will that turned out really corny

~Max introduced Mike to grunge after hearing Alice in Chains’ album Facelift

~the rest of their friends like grunge music but not as much as Max and Mike, they are more interested in other music genres and only know the grunge hits played on the radio

[localcryptidinthewoods]

rockstar au

HOUSING! who lives where and with who?

I think Shad & Irene live together, obviously. They live in a high rise condo with a beautiful view, the overall aesthetic of the apartment is a mis-match of grunge and minimalistic that oddly works well together in a way you wouldebt expect. The Divine don’t always hang here mostly because it’s Irenes living space and everyone has their opinions about her. She stays here alone whenever her and shad are on break, and he ussally comes home to her drunk, passed out and the place a mess.

Menphia lives by herself surprisingly. Like Shad & Irene, she lives in a condo her parents bought for her. Shes a nepo baby and she loves it. Her apartment is decorated beautifully and i think shes more maximilistic than minimalistic, with it being a huge mix of aesthetics, kinda reminds me of that one gay couple who decorates their house but w more muted colors. its super surprising to anyone who visits her cuz she dresses super punk/emo and her house is like a ghibili film. Enki & Shad hang out there often, with Kul’Zak being an guest too along with Esmund, who only goes if Kul’Zak goes. Irene also hangs out there, because Menphia does have a soft spot for Irene in my opinion.

Enki lives alone in a house he inherited from his mom, who passed when she was 20. It’s beautiful, very much victorianesque, but also very, very lonely. Since Enki actually owns the house this tends to be the designated party spot, because theres no complaints from neighbours bc the house is on like 5-6 acres of land. (probably using that measurement wrong but oh well). Enkis home is beautifully decorated, and everyone in the band has their own designated room since its a pretty big house. In high school, they were all shocked this was Enkis house because they never would have expected her to have grown up in basically a victorian mansion.

Kul’Zak and Esmund live together in a house they rent. It’s very cozy and homely, with it being decorated as such. It’s the chill hang out spot whenever they wanna get high n chill or write songs. Irene sometimes sleeps over at thier house when her and shad are on break, but if their not touring she ussally stays by herself so 🤷‍♀️ Esmund has a cute little garden in the backyard, and the house has a firepit for late night singing by the fire sessions!!

[cartoonghosts]

What do you think gay men are attracted to in men that they can’t be attracted to in women?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives men-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait men have that women can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

- [ ]

I believe its a visual preference, a societal preference, and sometimes a genital preference which is assumed to be gender. Honestly I think thst everyone has the capability to be functionally bisexual (say theres a gay man who meets a very masc presenting and butch straight or bi woman and they hit it off and fall in love, her pronouns and identity don't change the fact that he is in love with her AND ALSO he is a gay man, or a straight woman who's husband transitions to be her wife or spouse a year into their marriage- she's in love with the person, not the gender) BUT I am aroace so I may not be the best one to ask. I think a LOT of it is genital and presentation preference, so basically sexual preference and then romantic type. Gay men are just men who's type tends to be other men. Lesbians are women who's type tend to be other women. You'll also find smaller groupings within this, like a femme4femme lesbian is a woman who's type tends to be other women who present in a feminine way. I'm a t4t achillean, so my type tends to be other trans men, and beyond that I can say that I prefer guys with a more grunge/goth/emo style (they're adorable I swear). Sexuality is weird as hell and makes no sense, same with gender. We're just along for the ride tbh

[fizzingwizard]

another house I've been working on...

This is what happens when you want to build a ranch... but you want to also make it kind of cool and modern... but also quirky and eco-friendly... and the sims living it are a weird mix of grunge and rancher and rock and roll... basically I was very indecisive, also there's a reason I usually stick to small houses lol. I like it for the most part but still a WIP.

was really fun to build a barn and stable, just wish I could properly get the cow in there (i did try with resizing and hiding the cow shed, but that trick is broken in my game. sometimes it works sometimes it keeps saying it's blocked) also the ceilings/ ceiling paint appear and disappear at will lol. still happy I could build a loft.

didn't take interior pics yet bc still working on it but I did cap these two rooms because they amuse me. the first is like the secret den where all the good honest hard-workin' ranchers go to play thrash metal at midnight lol. the walls are sound proof >_> and I just like this bedroom for my weird grungy emo girl. It's not what I wanted as a bedroom when I was a teenager, but idk, it was fun to put together.

it was fun to chill with sims so much this week. i gave myself eye strain and didn't do a lot of the other stuff I meant to do 0:) i do love the aesthetic in sims, i like to watch the shadows and light changing, the sound of birds and rain and rivers. seasons was the best pack XP

and im so happy we have sleeping bags now so we can sleep under the stars xD living vicariously through my sims

wanted to give sim!snufkin the new hat with the glorious feather but... it's even more gaudy than the other one. holds its shape too well and the brim is so flat (tho I like that it's broader). it's more important for snufkin's hat to be floppy than for it have a big feather. le sigh

as ive said my game is well and truly bugged. today, randomly, the firepit just stopped working. kept saying some interactions were blocked when they weren't. reset didn't help. also trying to mount a horse... every time the sim would get a little further, a little further, a little further... then poof, the game would teleport him and the horse back to just standing around. what worked with that was to move him and the horse to a different lot. suddenly they could ride no problem.

also I really love that all the animals interact with each other. the cat and sheep are always in the chicken coop. however I've encountered a problem with the sheep. with chickens, they're objects, and you can take care of them even if you're a visitor to the lot (ie they're not your chickens). horses count as a person, so you can't treat them the same, but you can cheat their needs if you have to. sheep, though, don't seem to have a way to cheat needs because they're objects. but unlike chickens, visiting sims can't take care of them. I went to visit a friend and found their sheep all dirty. I even got a pop-up saying the sheep was planning to run away and i was like what do you want me to do about it lol? there's no option for my sim to take care of a sheep that isn't theres. I don't get it.

[therapy-ghost]

Hi, thanks for wanting to do the pair-up exchange. Can I have the fandoms DC, Marvel and the Walking Dead?

𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔: I'm about 5'5, pale skin, blue/grey eyes, blonde around my face and brown then black at the ends of my hair. I have many many piercings, and I'm covered in tattoos. I'm curvy/plus size and am body positive.

𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔: Reading, writing, collecting rings, journaling, tarot. I'm also collecting as many books as I can because I want to have my own library where people can take whichever book they wish.

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: INFJ, Chaotic Good, Gryffindor, Aquarius Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aries Rising, Pisces Venus (this last one might help with the match especially). I'm a passionate person and have strong opinions. I will always stand up for what I believe in, no matter how scared I feel. I think I'm quite witty and intelligent, although I do get overwhelmed quite easily. I'm incredibly open-minded and progressive. I love to laugh and make others laugh too. I'm sensitive, and intuitive and can pick up on other people very easily. I have strong gut-feelings and kinda ... understand a person's vibe? Like I can sense someone's aura but not see their colour.

𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄: I love cottagecore, I'm very witchy but also a little grunge and gothic at the same time.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔: Learning - especially witchcraft, watching tv, day-dreaming, listening and discovering new music, I love being at home, writing and then taking a reading break. I adore baths and constantly buy items from Lush.

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊��𝒆𝒔: (other than the usual injustices of sexism, racism, and homophobia), I strongly dislike spiders and will scream whenever I see one. I don't like close-minded people, or those who make fun of others. I hate passive-aggressiveness, large crowds and loud sudden noises.

𝑳𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆:

・Have shaved my head. Asked my stepdad for his clippers and went into the bathroom and ...hacked at my hair. It was very liberating, I think every woman should do it at least once in her lifetime

・I adore animals - I have a cat and dog! I want more but my cat is too much of a princess and won't allow any other animal in the house

・Bought a tattoo gun from the internet and I tattoo myself. I do the majority of my own piercings as well. I like to learn how to do things like that. I've kinda learned how to do hair and do mine, my mum's and my nunna's.

Hello and thank you for doing this match up exchange with me!

For Dc I match you up with: Starfire

To be clear; this is the 'im a dumb teen girl' teen titans go starfire; this is the gorgeos, smart, strong goddess star fire from like teen titans vs the justice league.

at this point she knows alot about earth, but theres still alot she would like to know; so that could be a fun activity for you two.

you remind her of raven in a way with the witch craft.

I feel like she would also love lush(I love it two) And she would find either the snow fairy or happy hippie the best smelling(my personal headcanon)

would not like to idea of a tattoo but would love for you to give her a simple piercing.

and will love you to do something simple to her hair; nothing to crazy.

Cottage core matching outfits.

for Marvel(MCU) I match you with: Bucky barnes

he is with the tattoos

after the whole winter soldier thing, he needs someone to be there for him and you seem good

he will help you with spiders to be honest; but it will be a fight.

the grunge and the cottage core witch is a cool aesthetic to see in couples in my opinion.

he is a bit passive agreesive but will only do it when youre not around.

also hates crowds so indoor dates is nice.

I see a dog as a pet; he is an animal person and dogs are nice companies to have around to free your mind from anything and everything for most people.

and For the walking dead, I give you: Beth Greene(durring the prison)

She is a true Pisces to be honest so it was destined.

she would love your style but would also be a bit confused with it.

Maggie would also adore you and is happy for her sister.

she would like you to cut her hair and put it up for her; she likes the way you do it.

when the virus starts; you and her would be the ones with judith.

she would honestly enjoy tarrot cardss during this time cause if its a good reading then this will make her more hopeful forr the future.

she is also a very passionate person so standing by each other in opinions is common.

thanks for being patient, i hope you enjoyed

[gerard-ways-left-sock]

whenever i see these kind of jackets being sold i cant help but laugh. its so baffling that even pieces of punk fashion like this jacket are commercialised and sold to people - the entire point is for it to be made out of your own blood, sweat and tears (not children's or below-minimum-wage workers' who are making these simply to stay alive) and for it to reflect the things you're most passionate about, your individuality and generally who you are. this is just their copy-paste idea of what a patch jacket is. mass-producing and selling it for fucking $449 feels like complete mockery of what punk always has been and the fact that companies are more than willing to slap statements they don't even care to consider onto it adds to just how. like. absolutely insane this is. this also applies to artists like yungblud and machine gun kelley that label themselves punk for the money but thats another topic for another day for a company that slaps a 'individuality' patch onto a jacket, they sure are selling carbon copies of the same thing to out-of-touch rich people that are convinced that this is punk. for a company that slaps a 'people before profit' patch on to a jacket, they sure are contributing to the death of a subculture for profit. selling punk means completely destroying the whole meaning of it. it was never meant to be for sale. im not even going to get into how fast fashion is detrimental to everyone involved except the company - and as long as the companys happy, theyre gonna keep this coming. its so ironic. i could go on and on and on about this and how all of the patches are made meaningless considering its a $499 jacket, but ill save it for another day obviously in no way am i the non-existent grand overlord on punk but its clear that this is an attack on it. even inside the subculture ive seen more and more people - mostly newcomers - thinking that they have to buy this and that expensive accessory or expensive thing to be punk, and that they have to look like this, and that they have to act like that, and its so tiring to see barely anyone speak up against it and just watch this beautiful thing be destroyed. punk is about using just what you have and wearing or doing what's true to you and taking that away from punk means destroying the subculture altogether. this is going to be all thats left of punk if we let this happen. its going to be turned into a commodity - like grunge, like goth, like everything else. we cant let them rip this incredibly beautiful, meaningful and powerful thing away from us theres hope for punk but its fleeting

Not the "people before profit" patch jacket being $449, fast fashion is fucking beyond satire at this point

[onmymasa22]

I remember going to a rabbi and asking for a recommendation on a book that talks about halacha in a more spiritual way. I didnt really get an answer. Granted, i was in my grunge phase at the time. I probably looked like some punk kid with green hair on the bottom, a bull looking septum ring, acid grey skinny jeans and an oversized band teeshirt, semi dating an arab guy. I was going through it at the time, in a lot of pain. And i dont blame him cuz i get how i appeared, i just had to do a lot of work myself figuring it all out, a huge part was going to tzfat. I would say, if a kid like me who looks like a punk wanting to argue, but is just a nice girl in a lot of pain, had gone through traumas, and was trying to figure out her relationship with gd and torah, this is a brilliant book, and talks about the deeper meaning of mitzvos and the torah. Cool fact: he was a teacher to both my parents at neve and ohr sameach.

When moshe went up to get the torah, and angel asked what a human is doing in heaven. Hashem told moshe, "nu, answer." Moshe said he was scared so hashem said "its ok, hold on to my throne and answer". Moshe said "im here to get the torah". The angel said to hashem "why would you give something the existed 900 generations before the creation of man, to people who can destroy everything?" Hashem told moshe to answer to the angel. Moshe said, "the torah talks about resteing on shabbos. Do u work all week that u need a day of rest?" "No". "The torah talks about leaving egypt, were u enslaved in egypt?" "No." So moshe says "this torah is for humans to perform" the angel chilled out after that.

Lets jump.

When hashem put adam and chavah into gan eden, he told them to guard it and work it. Why would they need to work gan eden? it was supposed to be perfect. It really means they were studying torah. But it was a different torah than we know. Theres no punctuation in the tprah so that the letters can be switched around. The core value is the same, but the words are transformed. Take for example the mitzvah of shatnez. The torah says, "

[elusiiev]

The Brainrot is Consuming me.

anyway earlier me an my friends were discussing what kinda clothes the main cast of omor would wear bc.... yk half of the cast is in fucking npc ass attire, and we went back and forth about it a lot and now i feel obligated to share this with other people to see if they might agree with my headcanons

mari - for mari i feel like she's very much a cardigan girly, sundresses all the time, probably like sweetheart and square necklines on a lot of her shirts, and she consistently puts lots of time into her appearance, more so for her own pleasure than anything else. however if she doesnt get to change out of pajamas she'd probably get a little upset and feel unproductive as a result - idk she just seems very schedule oriented and i feel her clothing style and habits would match that. she 100% irons clothes, if somethings wrinkly shes not wearing it, and she'd lean into the academia aesthetic. she also gives summer vibes to me, but that might just be because the main canon images of her are during summertime - also lots of purples and yellows, purples her fav color and yellow is the complementary color, plus a color associated with bright light and summertime

hero - he'd probably have a more basic style of fashion, but still look very cute in it. like big sweatshirts, long coats, button ups, wide leg jeans, collared shirts, clean shoes, all in all a very clean look. he prob has some of mari's jackets in his closet that he wears pretty frequently. also he would always wear earrings BECAUSE I SAID SO I THINK ITS AWESOME he might also be a bit into academia fashion, but less over-the-top "i'm the top professor of this college" look and more just autumnal tones and mildly professional attire. also i feel like hero would iron some of kel's clothes if he noticed they were very wrinkled, which might result in hero running out of time to iron clothes for himself, in which he just switches his outfit last minute. this is hyperspecific but but but but but yes

kel - this man does not know fashion, all his tips are from hero, which hero got from mari. his wardrobe probably consists of graphic tees he found funny or pretty, hand-me-downs from hero, and plain shirts and jeans, probably with a couple rips in them from him being reckless. also he always wears some sort of brace, either on his arm or leg he is consistently getting hurt in some minor way /j dirty converses real!! also probably some pen/pencil marks on articles of clothing from getting bored and deciding to doodle randomly on them. also bracelets from random fundraisers or from crafts with the rest of the gang

aubrey - shes actually kinda hard for me to figure out, but i ffeel like aubrey would be wearing a lot of graphic tshirts and tank tops, but like those ones with extra detail yk the ones the grunge ones yeah those, and like huge cargo pants or wide leg jeans, chains hanging from pockets, necklaces and bracelets, and generally ripped things. so kinda punk but also still very fem and not very out there in terms of fashion styles . however this would only be half the time, this half is when she's really feeling like putting in effort to look nice, probably being like "im gonna be like mari today" and spending a good chunk of time putting together an outfit and such. the other half she's fucking done with it and throws on whatever shirt she can find and some pants, tosses her hair a little bit and throws on eyeliner and is out the door, somehow looking gorgeous still. like that effortlessly pretty look even when theres nothing outstanding abt the outfit

basil - grandma ass /j he probably thrifts constantly and the antique store is one of his fav places, so it seeps into how he dresses. lots of sweatshirts with intricate embroidered or sewn in designs, coats, lots of browns and greens, and very worn things. probably wears some traditionally feminine things he finds too jsut because he thought they were nice, again think grandmacore /j he's a very green and wiggly boy, lots of layers in his outfits, and is pretty rarely seen with short sleeve shirts. also collared shirts, messenger bags, pins, custom patches, and friendship bracelets. his clothing represents who he is and can tell a lot about him for the most part, basically story telling through what he wears since he has so many accessories that come from different places. also lots of floral patterns because he's he's the flower boy the little man the flower guy . in summary cottagecore mori kei esque things

sunny - his ass is not putting together outfits /j ok so i feel like sunny is the type to save his energy for other things, i feel like socializing might be a bit draining for him but he loves his friends, so he kind of switches up how he uses his energy to accommodate. but sometimes he'd probably wanna be like mari and put himself otgether, so he probably goes shopping with her and has cute clthes, his outfits just end up being very simple with a graphic tshirt and maybe an oversized jacket. HE ALWAYS WEARS SHORTS!!!! he dislikes the feel of pants and preferred shorts, even if he's cold. if he'd cold he just kinda balls up and puts a jacket around his legs. anyway i feel like he's probably being restricted a lot by his preferences (i hc he has autism and this is one of the ways it impacts him) so he's not the most fashionable person

OK THATS IT this took too long to write it took like maybe 30 minutes ummmmfehrhfweifu im obsessed with this game its taking over my every thought i needed to express this my brains going crazy bhhuu8ewifihbweifuweifok

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Grunge-Metal Geralt

Hi, im fucking trash for the idea of Geralt being the front man for a Five Finger Death Punch type band and my brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it. This music genre is my bread and butter and I think Geralt’s repressed but highly emotional ass would fit right in. Yes im using another Hozier song, no i dont wanna hear anything about it. I’m a basic bitch and ive made my peace with it

Warnings: i honestly have no idea, its a little horny, little emotional, but theres no actual character interaction?, its at a concert venue? idk yall.

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Jaskier was… out of his comfort zone.

It’s not that he didn’t like the grunge-metal music, he just hadn’t listened to much and he was not used to the energy. People were yelling and screaming and the opener hadn’t even come on yet. He didn’t feel unsafe, far from it. Several people had checked to see if he was okay, seeing as he was the only person in the entire arena wearing a sweater that wasn't ripped or faded to hell. It was just a far cry from the shows he was used to. 

He played folky-blues. This was nothing like his shows. 

When the lights went down the crowd was deafening, all moving as one to rush the front of the floor, not giving a single fuck about tickets. 

The openers were exciting, and Jaskier was surprised by some of the concepts and messages behind the music. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all and he found himself searching them up on Spotify to listen later. 

Then came The Witchers. 

Eskel and Lambert made their energetic entrance, followed by Aiden calmly walking to his drums and sitting as if he were walking into a college class. But Geralt was nowhere in sight. The one person Jaskier had actually come to see. 

He’d seen a video clip from a previous concert where they covered one of his songs, and he was praying they’d do it again. It was lovely in a haunting-almost-threatening way, and the expression in Geralt’s posture alone was enthralling. He had to see it live. 

But Geralt was still absent as the band started to build a song. First Aiden with the beat, then Eskel’s bass, then Lambert with a melody on his electric guitar. It built and built and built to a fever pitch, taking the crowd with it. People were already jumping and screeching. Jaskier had to stand on his seat to see the stage clearly. 

Geralt’s voice echoed through the venue, low and closer to a growl than singing, but he was still nowhere to be seen.

Jaskier thought he’d been prepared, but his whole body was covered in goosebumps. He briefly wondered if this was what his friends were feeling when they listened to ASMR.

Geralt remained hidden for the whole first verse, getting the crowd even more excited than Jaskier thought possible, only for the band to go completely silent for a whole measure. When the crowd's screams reached their absolute loudest, Geralt dropped from on top of one of the jumbotrons, landing on one of the horse-sized speakers before launching into the chorus. 

Oh fuck, he was even more beautiful in person. 

He was… well he was a beast of a man. Jaskier really didn’t have another word for the way his muscles bulged and how lithe and powerful he looked springing from the speaker to join his bandmates on the main stage. His thighs filled out his black, tattered jeans and there were clear faded spots where his muscles strained the fabric too often. The thin black tank he wore did nothing but pretend the man was semi-modest. It was so tight, the only thing left up to the imagination was tan lines and the color of his nipple piercings. 

Jaskier was most entranced by his long, white, wavy hair falling past his shoulders. As the show continued and he started to sweat, a lot, it got curlier and curlier at the root. Jaskier wanted to give him a mask and some curl cream, but only after a, uhm, rough night of getting to know each other. He’d heard rumors about Geralt from hitting arenas not long after they’d left. He was quite sure they’d have a great time.

As he focused on the lyrics more and more, he was more inclined to want to wrap Geralt up in a hug and worship every part of him until he felt whole again. 

Either he’d been shown the shitty side of the genre, or The Witchers were exceptions to the rule of content. Jaskier was almost moved to tears a few different times.

Finally, about an hour into Jaskier mindlessly feasting his eyes on the front man, Geralt leapt onto another speaker and sat down, breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear. 

“You still with us?”

The unholy screech from the crowd left no doubt they were just as excited, if not more so, than when they’d arrived. 

“Good! Good..” he trailed off, chuckling as he lowered the mic to take a breath, “We’re gonna slow it down for a minute,” he leaned forward and held the mic away as Eskel shouted something up at him to which he laughed and flipped him off. 

“As I was saying, we’re gonna yearn for a minute or two and do a cover. Song by Jaskier called ‘Talk’.”

The crowd lost their shit again, various pride flags popping up throughout the stands. 

Geralt chuckled and raised his combat boot, showing off the bi flag colored treads, earning another round of screams. If this is what the grunge-metal scene was like, Jaskier had been missing out his entire life. Sure his fans were sweet and supportive and loving when he’d come out. But this was electric and feral and completely addictive.

Lambert struck the opening chord to Jaskier’s song and the crowd settled to a gentle hum, setting the tone immediately, as if they all knew exactly what was coming. 

Geralt closed his eyes as he tapped his thigh with one finger, keeping time before his rumbling baritone hit Jaskier like a freight train. 

“I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found…”

Jaskier could have collapsed right there. He knew he was staring like a lovesick idiot, but hell, everyone around him was too. When the chorus hit and Eskel came in with a heavy bass line he nearly fell off his chair. Geralt’s intensity raised with the addition of the backup but he didn’t move. He stayed seated, swaying slightly, with his eyes closed as he crooned out the words Jaskier had sobbed as he wrote, broken hearted and miserable. 

It was surreal. 

Sure he’d seen other covers. Sure they’d been lovely. But he wanted to listen to this and only this as he fell asleep for the rest of his life. He’d never play it again if he could only hear it one more time. 

After the last verse Lambert launched into a guitar solo while Geralt jumped off the speaker and meandered to the center of the stage to slot his mic back in it’s stand. He gripped it like a lifeline when Lambert held one last note for as long as his instrument would allow and only started singing the last chorus when it was almost silent. 

“I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do

So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we could do

So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you”

His expression looked hopeless and utterly desperate as he crooned out the last two lines. He let his hair fall to cover his face and Jaskier could just barely hear his panting breath over the sound system as the crowd exploded. Geralt tipped his head back and took two deep breaths before straightening up and getting on with the show but Jaskier was stuck. 

He was vaguely aware of someone taking a picture of him, but he really couldn’t care less. The fact that Geralt moved right on to a song called ‘Burn Motherfucker Burn’ didn’t matter either. 

Jaskier jumped down from his arena seat, whipping out his phone and sending the band a tweet, because apparently that’s what musicians did now?

“Record it. Please. It’s either that or sing me to sleep every night. You choose.”

He stayed for the rest of the show and walked to his car in a haze. Before he backed out of his spot he checked his phone like always and his heart nearly stopped at the two top notifications. 

One public reply: “Both? -G”

And one direct message: “If you’re still here and want to grab a drink, I’m just backstage.”