#by buying a vacuum

[jacky93sims]

Detect Absolute Vacuum Cleaner Functional for The Sims 2

This is a 4to2 conversion from Cowbuild, 3k polygons. It's a functional vacuum that works like my previous Bust The Dust (read this post for more info). Found in Big Appliances.

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[joggince]

This is so Nanami core

[because-its-eurovision]

there are no words for how much I love Jere

[daily-sloop-john-b]

They really should've let us meet Duke Ravenguard before he got captured.

Right now, it's Just Some Guy, and he's gone before you could've gotten into the burning building.

But what if—but what if you meet the Duke, and he has no idea who you are, but you can tell him you're a Baldurian and suddenly he's like 'I must help you, because my city's people are not unaffected.' And you get the chance to point out it's, at most, four of you in the woods. But the Duke says that four is enough. That even one would be enough. He appologises that he needs the time to gather his supplies and people, but come to Walkeen's Rest tomorrow and you will head out to return to the Gate and the best healers within it at the first light of dawn

...and then you show up and the goddamn town is on fire.

Wyll would get an alternate scene where he's heartened to see his father after so long, attempts to explain, and yet his father scorns him for the monster he's become (if you've met Karlach) or tethered himself to (if Karlach isn't there or already turned over to Mizora). Wyll attempts to explain, but his father cuts him off, says he'll never forgive him. Then the Duke catches himself. Apologises that his responsibilities and duties as a Duke must come between them. And that, in lieu of forgiveness, he could at least listen to Wyll. But that he is too angry right now, and any explanation would fall on deafened ears. Please, the Duke pleads with us. Come back tomorrow, if you could stomach a father who could not give his forgiveness, but would at least give you supplies for the road instead. And of course Wyll gives you puppy dog eyes so you agree.

That night, Wyll tells you a little of what brought him to Mizora's feet, and his hopes that, even if his father couldn't forgive him, the two of them may tomorrow reach an understanding, at least. Wyll tells you how long he's said nothing to his father, from his fears of what he would think, trying to protect the Duke from Wyll's own follies. But that he sees now that Wyll wasn't trying to protect his father or the Gate, but himself. Wyll cannot tell his father everything—because at this point Wyll doesn't even know—but you can help bolster his resolve to tell his father what he can.

...then you wake and the village is on fire.

[shewhoeatssand]

I want to befriend Kaneki and meet with him and email him forever

[andtosaturn]

i did everything on my to-do list for today except one and my brain is trying to convince me i'm the worst person alive 👍

[mittch22]

Vacuum sealer: ❌️

SALMON LAMINATOR: ✅️

[communistkenobi]

I’m sure those articles written by ex-terfs looking to deradicalise other terfs do occasionally help, and honestly if you’re an ex-terf I think you are morally obligated to berate the bigots you used to call comrades out of their horrendous belief systems, but whenever I read those articles it’s clear to me that these people still view trans people as research specimens to debate over, they’ve just generously shifted over to the side of “i think exterminating this minority group is bad”

[broke-bruce-wayne]

The worst part about troubleshooting something is when you spend two hours trying to figure it out, and once you do, you find out you have to buy a whole new thing anyway. It's like, what even is the point of trying?

[jacky93sims]

TS4 Bust The Dust Vacuum Functional for The Sims 2

This object is cloned from SpiralboundSims Vacuum cleaner, so it works in the same way (read the original post for more info). Sims can use (non independently) the vacuum to clean trash, puddles and dirt like that. It also need to be cleaned (changing the sack) and to be repaired. When used, the vacuum will go in sims inventory and another vacuum will spawn on the ground. After the use it will disappear and you need to positionate the inventory vacuum again on the lot. I fixed the code that was preventing the second vacuum to take the recolors, now it works perfectly :) Found in Big Appliances. Original mesh is from TheNinthWaveSims, but I made the front of the vacuum glass like, so you can see the dust inside. Low poly

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[tchaikovskaya]

for those of you who grew up in a detached house with a garage (like the stereotypical usually suburban single family home) (ie primarily aimed at americans and canadians here and maybe some australians) did you have a separate Garage Fridge? like a fridge + freezer unit that was totally separate from the one you used in your kitchen for daily stuff?

[an-droid-girl]

i have started the hideous process of re-arranging my room. i moved my bed, and hopefully by the end of the day i'll also have moved my bedside table. please. please clap. this took so much work

[clfixationstation]

I have been informed that lying is supposed to be harder than telling the truth?? like it's supposed to take more brain energy??

but when I lie, it's typically because it's easier to give a simple, false explanation than it is to remember all the details on the spot that are required to be truthful. like, lying is near effortless, I don't have to think about it at all

tbh it probably looks like I'm lying when I'm telling the truth because it takes me so long to respond and I get all fidgety

[stalkedbytrains]

Would You Like to Buy a Vacuum From Beyond the Realm of Human Comprehension?

It was almost 6 in the evening. This late in the summer, the sun would be going down in the next hour or so. Paula was going to have to lock up and double check her wards soon. Without the sun, things would get bad, she just had the feeling.

Like always, she started at the back of the house, checking the witching jars hidden among the double row of sunflowers that ringed her house. The witching jars had confirmed utility against the Wet Things, but the sunflower was merely a superstition that Paula inherited from her mother and her mother’s mother. The story was that devils and other dark things wouldn’t cross the flowers of the sun.

There was no empirical, scientific measurement to prove that was true when salt and silver worked so much better. But the comfort that the flowers brought to Paula was immeasurable.

The sunflowers follow the sun with their bright yellow and black faces, and for a moment Paula swears that they turn towards the front of her house, much lower than the actual sun approaching it’s inevitable daily end.

Then there was a loud, but not impolite, knock at her front door.

It wasn’t too late for visitors, but an uncommon time for one to be sure.

Paula quickly goes back inside, locking her door with brass lock and salt on the ground. She moved quickly through her small home to the front door. Through the looking glass she tried to spy who it was, for a brief second all she could see was a wide smile and an errant ray of sunshine temporarily blinded her before resolving into a charming looking woman in a brown leather hat, radiant smile, and wavy yellow hair that reminded Paula of the comforting feeling of her long ago lost first great love.

“Hello ma’am, I was wondering if you were interested in buying a vacuum. I can promise you that you’ll never see another opportunity like this again in your life,” the woman says, her voice like spring, refreshingly warm.

Vacuums, old world tech, from the world before the Shift, before the Slip, and well before the Fall. She’s heard stories of a seller of vacuums wandering the wastes beyond the Dust Desert just outside of town, but Paula never believed them.

“Who are you?” Paula asks cautiously, one hand on the door knob, the other on a worn and dusty sickle, kept near the door for protection.

The seller speaks a name that slips from Paula’s mind in a way that should have concerned her but resolved a moment later into “Eloise”.

Paula takes a pinch of the salt from the floor around the threshold, and opening the mailbox she flicks some out, hitting the woman in the worn traveling boots. Nothing sparked or bled smoke.

The saleswoman didn’t flinch.

“I shall submit to a test of silver or a trial of riddles if you so choose.” 

Paula cracks open the door and slips out the edge of her sickle, not pure silver, but enough to damage anything that would darken her doorstep. The saleswoman, still smiling, extends a hand and pricks her finger against the blade.

“Satisfied or shall I recite a limerick for you to prove-”

Paula undoes a rune and a lock and opens the door. “What do you want? The sun is going to be going down soon, and I have wards to check.”

“I shall take only a few moments of your time, I shall be gone long before the sun will set, and you have my utmost promise that you shall be entirely safe while I’m on your doorstep,” the woman says in response.

The seller was pretty. At first, Paula thought, in an ordinary way, but as she kept looking the woman grew prettier among the details.

She smiled at Paula. “Would you be interested in a vacuum cleaner, ma’am? I can promise you, you’ve never seen one like this before. May I come in?”

The smile was so warm and disarming, that Paula found herself wanting to say yes. She knew she shouldn’t, there had to be a trick to it, but there was something safe about this woman named Eloise.

Paula let her inside. “Fine. But make it quick.”

Another charming smile, or perhaps the same one never left her face since she first knocked at the door.

The saleswoman swept into the house, her wheeled case barely making a sound.

Paula locked the door behind her and turned expecting to see the saleswoman opening her big case to reveal the product. Instead, Eloise was already facing her, vacuum already out and ready to be shown off.

It wasn’t a pretty thing, if Paula was perfectly honest. A pale yellow and red contraption, that was actually a little garish if she looked too long at it. As best as she could tell it appeared to be some kind of… molded plastic bags hung with some stainless steel acting as a base or foundation. Paula was positive there were no more factories, at least within 500 miles of the Dust Belt that she lived on the ever encroaching edge of, that could manufacture molded plastic like they used to in the Old Old World.

“There you have it, the last vacuum you will ever need,” Eloise said with a bright smile.

Now that the salesperson was within Paula’s house it was easier to get a good look at her. Well worn traveling boots that went up to her knee. Sensible pants. A long, brown leather duster. A wide brim hat. All of it sensible, all of it a bit dusty from the world outside the door. But she seemingly lacked the things that every traveler of the Dust Belt needed: a mask, eye protection, a weapon. Eloise was either foolish, or… completely unafraid of the fate that comes with testing the creatures of dust and shadow that haunt the nights and spaces between.

Paula was going to ask a question but Eloise continued with her speech before she could put a voice to the thought.

“Of course it is solar powered, so if you simply leave it in a sunny spot for 6 hours or so it will fully charge up. A battery will last at least 3 days of hard use, which I’m sure you’ll find plenty of out here. And I know how important solar power is out here with your… faulty electric grid. Things haven’t been the same since the fall of Niagara.”

Niagara. An old name, from before even the first Fall. A name that none would recognize, save possibly Paula, who was a researcher of the Before, trying to save or reconstruct the history and technology of that bygone world.

“You know of Niagara?” Paula asked.

Eloise smiled, this time a knowing smile. “I do. It was a sight. The way the sun would cause rainbows in the water spray.” The salesperson went quiet for a moment, as if remembering something from long ago.

“I shall not bore you with the technical details but this unit has one of the greatest filters you’ll likely ever see. It captures dirt and dust and collects it here in the back.” Eloise taps the back of the unit, the bulkiest part but one that still fit the relatively slim design. “You’ll only need to change it out once every solar year. And I see that you are a woman who is a firm believer in the power of salt circles. If you flip this switch here, you active a special mode unique to this model that will divert and purify any salt you collect and put it here in this little detachable container. This will allow you to clean your whole house and reuse any salt you collect in a new circle.”

“That’s very impressive,” Paula had to admit.

“And if you need to get into those hard to reach nooks and crannies, well we have this extension,” Eloise says as she pulls out a plastic tube that bends and folds while making strange little noises that ends in a foot and a half long silver metal… nozzle for lack of a better word. The extension was strange and didn’t seem to belong to the rest of the vacuum.

“It has a little hole at the tip and it allows you to really get into those corners and clean up any dust mites trying to break in and undo your home’s safety. And it is made with consecrated siderite so in a pinch it will function as a fairly lethal weapon.”

“Surely this cannot work as well as you are selling it.” Paula was suspicious and growing more so by the second. “I’m afraid this isn’t for me.”

“May I do a demonstration? To prove to you my product’s efficacy?”

Paula sighed. There was something about Eloise that she couldn’t just outright refuse. If all else fails she’s going to have a clean carpet. “Fine.”

“When you purchase this model it comes with a manual that tells you how to clean and take care of the unit, but it also gives helpful tips on how to vacuum, and certain patterns for bestowing certain benefits of having a clean room. I’ll do a very basic anti- clockwise pattern for metamorphosis and a feeling of bountiful energy.”

Eloise turned on the vacuum, which wasn’t as loud as Paula thought it would be. She stood in place near the threshold of the room that lead towards the front door and the stairs up to her bedroom. No matter how Eloise turned and moved in strange circular patterns pointing out how things are working and the beauty of a clean and open space, Paula never saw her turn her back. This bright and chipper woman seemed to be exceedingly careful, perhaps more so than Paula gave her credit for. But even knowing that Eloise wouldn’t ever turn her back on her, Paula tried to look for the movements, to catch her turning in a strange way to move around her living room, but she never caught it. She was just always looking at Paula or in a slight profile. It was exceedingly odd.

In the demonstration, Eloise pointed out a few rogue dust devils that Paula had missed in her earlier cleaning. They were strong enough to do anything yet, but if they were clever, in a few days they could start undoing wards overnight and invite something truly nasty inside or become something nasty themselves. Eloise and the vacuum destroyed them with minimal effort or fuss, which is more than Paula could have done.

After collecting some of the salt that was picked up in the demonstration and reapplying it to the circles and wards the demonstration ended.

“It is a very impressive machine you have there,” Paula admitted. “What’s the catch? What payment do you want for it?”

Eloise smiled, wide, bright, and a touch predatory. “I want very little. I like knowing that I can help keep people safe and warm. Just on days that you can see the sun, I’d like you to go outside and stand in its brilliance and say a word of thanks. No more than 10 minutes of quiet contemplation in the sun, on sunny days.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Paula felt the hair on the back of her arms stand up. Her skin felt tingly and warm. The room bristled with energy and she felt more awake and alert. Maybe that’s why she only now noticed that Eloise had the most brilliant yellow-gold eyes. A color not natural to humans.

“You promise that’s it?”

Eloise took one of Paula’s hands in her own tanned, warm, worn hands and held them there for a moment. “I swear it.”

Paula had heard stories of deals made with devils and Saints, genies, and the Wet Things. None of them went well. But those were stories, legends. Weren’t they? This pretty woman behind her was offering a simple tool to help her maintain her small home and stay safe. And she only asked for thanks in the sun on sunny days. This close to the Dust Belt, there were only so many days she could see the sun when it wasn’t covered by swirling dust storms.

“Very well,” Paula said, taking the deal.

“Wonderful!” Eloise beamed at her. “You can take this model right now. Or I can put in an order for you for a different color scheme or an advanced model with more luxury features that I don’t think you’ll need.”

“If you’re willing to part with this one, I can take this one right now.”

“That is agreeable.”

The bargain was struck and the deal made, and Eloise made to leave. She walked backwards telling Paula to study her new owner’s manual, and Paula swore that the sunflower heads followed the mystery salesperson as she walked up the sidewalk and then away into the approaching evening where Paula just suddenly lost sight of her.

[laylanatorseventeen]

rolling up to pelican town and bagging the most eligible bachelors and bachelorettes is hilarious when you consider how you can dress yourself in this game

For example I have provided illustrations

Haley. Sexy, stylish, beautiful. Me in my toga and laurel wreath and mud on my feet. Probably smell like fish bc this was right after 1.6 released and I was obsessed.

Emily. So stylish and avante garde and quirky and manic pixie dream wife. I'm wearing a garbage can lid as a hat and a 'shirt' literally made of seaweed. Only saving grace might be the crystal shoes if it wasn't so dissonant with the rest of the Fit. Probably has loose honey in pockets.

Alex, my most recent beau. He doesn't know it yet but he shall be mine. I have recently discovered the propeller hat and the galaxy hammer. I may have accidentally smacked him with it once. Not pictured: my 20 fish ponds and green Goku hair hidden under the propeller hat. Also I'm trying to raise slimes and it low-key kinda sucks. I'm about to rock your world Alex baby.

[insert-game]

yippee i am home today (i got home last night) and it has been nice to just do a bunch of housework