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SMASH OR PASS: WESTEROS EDITION
arguments for:
tall, chiselled jaw, cold blue eyes that remind one of the frozen depths of winter
EXCELLENT battle commander. strategic. warning: this may or may not translate in bed.
bald
he WILL do his duty. you can be sure of that.
arguments against:
has all the charisma of boiled turnips.
doesn't understand the joy of a luscious peach
bald
seems to have an unethical non-monogamy thing for his beloved onion knight and/or his bewitching red witch already, may not be able to slot you into his polycule calendar within 10 working days
#stannis baratheon#asoiaf#valyrianscrolls#a song of ice and fire#house baratheon#smash or pass: westeros edition
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so we can all agree that the newest 2WEI song (take the crown) is the trailer song for an Antarctic Empires Emerald Duo pg14 movie where Techno is a gladiator who earned his freedom and has vowed to destroy the government that enslaved him and Philza is an old demigod banished to a solitary plane of existence for five decades after attempting to run a coup against the ruling class.
They meet on a battlefield, Techno having joined up as brute muscle and Phil having used some minor illusions to pass as a quirky avian and join the bombardment team. Combining some similar plot beats as Oceans 11 and Atlantis: The Lost Empire, they gather a specialized team of insurrectionists, anarchists, battle mages, and warriors to take down the imperium from the inside, eventually planning on restoring the nation to the democracy it was in Phil’s earliest memories. But will they manage it, or will their bloody pasts and violent present seat Technoblade on the throne as the Antarctic Emperor, with Philza as his right hand, the Angel of Death? (Spoiler, the second option. It’s the most controversial film finale decision of the decade.)
The movie is filmed in a style somewhere between Dune 1, the Prince of Egypt, and Topgun. (denis villeneuve is too busy and too expensive, but it’s clear they’re taking inspiration. Bold colors and lighting and a lot of shots of the sky, wildlife, architecture, or of characters’ hands.) It’s scored by an up and coming indie musician, working under the consultation of Ludwig Gorannson in his spare time as a pet project, though his association with the film doesn’t really come out until it Smashes the expected theatre income in the first two days of release and critics start Raving about it. Techno’s actor is nominated for an Oscar for one of the most compelling intricate portrayals of ptsd and platonic devotion in modern cinema, but doesn’t actually get the Oscar.
Tumblr is flooded with gif sets of Techno in the Obligatory No Armor After Gladiator Fight Scene and the Late Night Vibing With Phil In A Loose Poet Shirt scene (firelit, lots of closeups of his eyes, the film is obviously attempting to express his complex emotional state and his deep relationship with Phil, and is failing miserably at doing Anything but making him hot. The internet is ✨gay✨ about it, because when is the internet not?) Also most of the simps are calling Phil a dilf.
Fit MC is the fan-favorite side character, his four scenes and nine lines of dialogue are clipped and edited and giffed and memed into the dirt. (His armor and prosthetic, the makeup and costuming department say, were the hardest thing to do in the entire film, which is why he isn’t in too many shots.) Though, a close second is Niki, who is played by a woman built like a brick house who doesn’t wear sleeves, so…. Yeah. We all know what the response is there. The effects, including Phil’s wings, are almost entirely practical and the only real places it gets iffy is Steve, the giant war polar bear that’s pretty clearly clipping through a few snowbanks here and there. Nobody can agree on which characters are morally reprehensible.
Within a few years, very few people outside a dedicated fan base have seen it and a few assume it’s made up like Goncharov. It’s also, for some ungodly reason, been labeled a Christmas film. (most of the plot happens in the ice and snow, hence ‘Antarctic Empire.’) I guess nothing says ‘Christmas spirit’ quite like ‘unmitigated violence, platonic yearning, and overthrowing oppressors.’
#molten rambles#technoblade#mcyt#philza#philza minecraft#film idea#2wei#antarctic empire#smp earth#Emduo#emerald duo#This arose from the depths of my psyche like a worm from the sand#And consumed me body and soul#and i genuinely love it so much#BRB gonna go cry about the fact this isn’t real#Tcu#Technoblade Cinematic Universe
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Moment of silence for the edit I wanted to make of the Ice Court Heist to Battle Cries by The Amazing Devil and then the fury of hell delivered to Netlfix pretty please <3
Like I just can't get over it okay, there's the Kanej potential of these lyrics:
"(Who died...) Who'll save you when you fall? (...and made you king of it all?) Who wins this war?"
"For the applause from the back of the stalls but you lack (As I walk with the sun hand in hand from the wreck) the conviction to look at me straight and say 'yes' (Some fictions we took to be fate, believe me I know)"
And then there's the Helnik potential of these ones:
"Don't be uncouth, be a man (Tell the truth to me love, does my hair look as nice...) Don't lie with your eyes, you know I despise that look (...as it did when it once tangled up in your eyes)"
"For God's sake I'm done with your dreams, they won't last ('Cause that sun that beams down as my hands touch the grass) Thirty winters will pass, you'll look back (After summers of fasting, I feel hunger at last)"
And the Wesper potential of these ones:
"For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known"
"'Cause these plates they smash like waves (place your smile in mine) And the wine stains hide the tears (Why stay? Hide the-) But the breathing you hear don't mistake it for sighs, don't you realise they're just battle cries dear?"
And then just the absolute perfection of the vibes from this entire section:
"With you I could summon the gods and the stars (come on love, please don't start)
Watch them dance out the plays that we wrote from the heart (sing your notes, play your part)
And we'd laugh at the ghosts of fears - we were gods! (we were kids)
'Come at me you blaggards!' you'd yell from the banks (you'd yell from the back of the gallery)
Wielding words against make-believe wizards and tanks (say goodbye)
And by God, love, believe me, I wanted to play I did too (I am not afraid)
But we sunk into water no creature can know (a drunkard, a daughter, a preacher, God knows)
You dragged us both into the darkness that grows (How you dragged me along to watch all your shows)
Our devils broke rank (oh dear God) and out of the depths came an army
I won't let you turn our last night into this (I won't leave without a fight)"
Like yes I know the song is actually about a break up but are you kidding me with the perfection of this imagery??? I just ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanted to make this edit so badly I've been thinking about it for so longggggg
#save shadow and#save six of crows#save the grishaverse#six of crows#crooked kingdom#grishaverse#leigh bardugo#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#matthias helvar#nina zenik#kanej#wylan hendriks#wesper#helnik#the amazing devil#madeleine hyland#joey batey#tad#battle cries#six of crows spinoff#shadow and bone#shadow and bone netflix#screw you netflix#netflix#sab netflix#renew shadow and bone#six of crows edit
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Marauders Modern Sport/Activity Edition 101 Comparison
did anyone ask for this? no. am i going to haphazardly tell anyone in a random post on a very mundane Saturday anyway? abso-freaking-lutely.
James Potter - ICE HOCKEY
he makes the calls, he keeps the team together in the dressing room. he’s the first one on the ice and the last one to leave. he power skated in his youth to know his blades more like an extension to him. through losses and wins he keeps it upbeat, he knows when to call it. he pulls the fancy spins the quick turns the digging and battles at boards and around the net. he’s always the first to pass rather than going in for a one timer. he gets nearly triple the amount of assists than he does goals, not because he can’t get the shot and the buzzer singing from the net, but because he doesn’t need the stats. He’s here to play, as a team not as a sole person.
SIDE NOTE: see CONNOR MCDAVID
Sirius Black - ICE HOCKEY
he knows his edges, he can weave and spin with the best. He’s the one to pull a stop out of nowhere and go scrambling in the next direction. likewise he isn’t afraid to be a hard hitter to smash an opponent into the boards to pull a man off his teammate at the net. he looks after the team, he’s the big brother- the protector and the defender but sometimes he does it a little to well and finds himself spending more time than necessarily helpful in the sin-bin. he’s the brutality of the sport, but also the art of it. he energized the team by getting them going when they’re down and has a killer slap shot. he might not call the plays on the ice, but he’s the one to keep the plays alive.
SIDE NOTE: see QUINN HUGHES
Remus Lupin - COURT VOLLEYBALL
great setter, always calculating the game, and trusting his players to get the ball across the net. able to land the last hit and direct to the available uncovered sections across the court. likewise a very powerful and well-aimed serve could be the end all to the game. he controls the game how hard they hit and how fast the pace. it’s delicate but not outwardly so unless he makes it such. he likes the control it gives him, that he makes decisions, that he has choices.
Peter Pettigrew - GOLF
high points are a blunder and he likes the high stakes game. it’s the type of sport where the goal is to play less to win. which is just Peter’s speed. likewise it’s something recreationally that allows him to mess around in a golf cart and take the boys out for a Sunday afternoon with some refreshments like beer in the cooler and take part in a more domestic game of it that he would lovingly refer to as “whack-&-dash”
Regulus Black - FIGURE SKATING (ice dancing) & BALLET
was in ballet as a child until he came to the realization that his feet didn’t have the natural arches that better yourself for the sport, late into ice skating it soon became more apparent that he could still retain his artistic routes but ‘wow’ on the ice much like Sirius. he was naturally gifted at knowing his blades, they were like a second extension to him. He felt like he lost an arm when he was without them. he primarily did solo routines, due to his shorter stature and weight, partnered routines never moulded well with him, he was better on the ice alone. for him to succeed with a partner on the ice they would have to be willing to grant him the female counterparts roles, as that is what he was accustomed to skating and doing- he tried training for lifts but his size left him lacking. He was strong and brilliant in his spins and corrections working endlessly for perfection.
Barty Crouch JR. - SOCCER (eurpoean football)
in it to win at whatever cost. cleats to his shins when kicking, nasty wipe outs and grass stains on his arms, legs and cheeks from diving for the ball. He would be the first to go down screaming from another teams missed kick, and the first to be jumping in during a scrum. he’s all passion and fire on the field. deadly fast and deadly accurate not only by his aim- but not particularly showy about his skills. there’s no fancy dribbling and passes. he keeps it simple, from player to player passes and then the ball to the net. strong believer in the KISS method (keep it simple stupid)
Evan Rosier - COURT BASKETBALL
he would be tall, not the one to run up centre but to always pass the ball for another more able body could take the shot. Calculating and accessing as he changed positions on the court to always be open. It would be delivering sneaky elbows and trips to opposition when the refs attention was otherwise turned to keep his lane free so others could send the ball to him. he wasn’t be afraid to take the penalties and do the dirty work to get was needed completed.
Lily Evans - COURT VOLLEYBALL
she would have a powerful serve and instead of setting the pace of the game and setting the plays at centre she would be a hitter at the net or a power hitter from the back. she would leap for the balls with scrapped knees from slipping pads and go down hard every play. She would throw all hands in and be the first to leap at her teammates in an eccentric hug at the end of each set. Deadly focus to win but having a blast getting there as she did her part.
Marlene McKinnon - BASEBALL
it’s competitive and it’s often summed as a male only sport. She would in her youth have been on all-boys teams, likely having the hardest curveball and be an excellent pitcher. I could see her having deadly aim and accuracy when at the mound. when batting she’d recklessly abandon herself to the thrill of going base-to-base, and always going for a base steal. no hesitation and full trust in her team to do what needed to be done to win. she’d be ruthless.
Pandora Ollivander - GYMNASTICS
particularly the artistic gymnastics. since not only is it an exceptional art form but it requires and represents a very unique set of talent and strength to compete. it can be beautiful, but it can also be very hideous at times come competition and rulings with its ridicule by others. it’s countless repetition on getting your holds and your standings right and your balancing on the precise on falling or rising. it is an all stakes sport, which I think captures her well. (also a very small willowy blonde with long blonde hair doing flips and switches from beams and poles…)
SIDENOTE: see SIMONE BILES
incase it wasn’t obvious I’m quite the hockey fan, every other sport I know only preliminary knowledge about from highschool and college lol. anyway cheers!
#james potter#regulus black#marauders#marauders era#remus lupin#sirius black#peter pettigrew#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#evan rosier#barty crouch junior#pandora ollivander#sportscomparision#thats the post
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More More Starters from the NeoBoards
quotes randomly taken from the Neopets boards, edited for clarity
"You're asking if someone with heatstroke is about to run a marathon."
"This has been another certified bathroom moment."
"When I was a little kid I thought there was cheese on the stovetop so I reached up and grabbed it and ate a huge bite out of it and then realized it was butter."
"I think chiropractors should be hunted for sport, actually."
"There's really no limit to the chip and dip combinations you're legally allowed to enjoy."
"I have a theory that you need to find your humor sense and touch grass. But it's only a theory."
"Leave the depressed man alone."
"Do you bite?"
"What are we gonna do with all this cheese?!"
"If I saw a fish swimming towards me with possessed eyes and a glowing antenna I would start crying."
"I just wanna dress up my stupid pets."
"Do you know any molecular compounds that will make me not obsessed with this?"
"Looks like the start of a support group. Pass the donuts please."
"John Legend is behind this."
"I guess even ants get fed up with situations and lash out at friends."
"People want Othello and Iago to hold hands and skip along the beach while singing and I do not get it."
"I am in love with my facial steamer and skincare fridge."
"When you guys say something is for girls and the gays can you say it's for the girls the gays and Kevin?"
"No I've never heard of John Carver, despite taking lots of American history in middle school."
"I'm not looking forward to the gigantic lore retcon that seems to be taking shape."
"Please be respectful. I'm trying to own up to my lies and deceits."
"My current location is the park. I'm looking for fights."
"I'm a dwarf, and I'm digging a hole. Diggy, diggy hole."
"The urge to rip my skin off is ruining me day..."
"Lady, wear the platform boots."
"I want one of those giant cookie cakes from Mrs. Fields that says 'Congrats on bald'."
"Smash some red bulls and grab some crayons to eat."
"I was also wondering why you're friends with this person. Do they have some redeeming qualities?
"I want to buy an ice cream maker and put greek yogurt in it."
"I kind of want to make up a Hamtaro fursona now, actually."
#roleplay meme#rp meme#sentence meme#sentence starters#roleplay starters#rp starters#[ meme ]#[ quote ]#[ neop ]#[ vga ]
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Hamptons Cubs: Midnight

Prompt credit to @noots-fic-fests and character credit to @lumosinlove!
Today we're back to the Hamptons featuring some boys just trying to figure it out
Rated M, 1900 words, Read on ao3, if you prefer
Finn didn’t know what to do with his heart. It was 8 sizes too big and yet felt like it was in a vice. He wanted to pull it out and put it on ice and turn it fucking down .
Logan was in his house. With Leo. Going into Leo’s bedroom with him after an awkward evening of talking about careers and apartments and absolutely not college.
Leo must have made himself dizzy from all the darting around his eyes were doing, between the other two men, who were dancing on conversational thin ice. Finn didn’t blame Leo for yawning and pulling Logan into his bedroom with a kind goodnight. Finn had retreated to his own room and tried to force himself to sleep, hoping it would all make more sense in the morning.
But all Friday Logan had been with Leo in the kitchen like an adorable snarky shadow, and god, they were so cute together. Between frittatas and pasta salad and paninis Finn saw Logan cleaning up behind Leo like he was made for it. He saw Leo laughingly take a steak knife out of Logan’s hand (that he was trying to cut peppers with) and guide him to the sink full of dishes instead, with a kiss to the curve of his neck that forced himself to walk away from watching.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday passed with Finn trying to work, trying to not see the extra love that was cooked into their meals with the presence of Logan being around Leo. His parents loved having someone new there and at any meal they ate all together it was easy enough to stay polite but quiet. To only see the love shimmering between Leo and Logan out of the corner of his eyes because to look at it full on felt like it would burn his retinas like the sun.
Logan and Leo .
On Sunday after a dinner of grilled local sausages, a green salad from the garden, and smashed potatoes, Finn grew the courage to offer to help with dishes. Missing the time he usually had with Leo felt like a gaping opening in his heart and so he shuffled into the kitchen and settled in at the sink, aiming for casual.
“Oh hey Finn, thanks sugar. You might want to leave that pan soaking for a bit yet, the meat got nice and stuck on there.”
“Sounds good Leo, happy to help,” Finn said, holding his hands under the running water for just a breath.
“Busy weekend? Seems like you had a lot of work to do,” Leo asked.
“Hmm? Oh, oh, yeah. I didn’t get done what I wanted to this week, so I was trying to catch up. I got put on a new book recently. It’s a really great project, but I’ve just kind of … stuck on it lately, for some reason.”
Reasons including: it’s hard to focus on editing when his mind wasn’t sure what year it was, was time travelling every time he looked up and saw Logan.
Leo nodded in understanding as he finished bringing the dirty dishes to the sink. He put away the leftovers in silence as they worked together for a while. Finn took a deep breath as he scrubbed the extra dirty pan.
“I’m guessing Logan told you all about how he saved me in that history class, huh?”
Leo propped a hip against the counter near Finn, relaxed with his arms crossed. “Well he was actually pretty sure you saved him, so I guess it sounds like you helped each other.”
Finn dropped the sponge and turned to Leo, his breath heaving.
“I’m sorry,” Finn blurted out.
Leo cocked his head to the side, eyes soft. “For what?”
“That I kissed your boyfriend,” Finn said in a rush, making it sound like all one word.
“Oh sugar, Finn, don’t apologise. It’s ok. It was ages ago, I didn’t even know him then.” He picked up a towel and started drying the cookware Finn had washed before continuing. “I’m actually really glad you had each other. It makes me happy to think about the two of you studying, helping each other out.”
Finn managed a half smile at the thought of his and Logan’s study session.
“Is it ok that we’re here, Finn? If it’s weird, it’s totally fine. We can head home for the week. You’ve been … quiet …. this weekend and we really aren’t trying to mess up your week.” Leo hesitated. “Not to get in the middle of it, but Logan did mention you might feel like he ghosted you. Or that maybe you feel some anger towards him?”
“No, no! Did he say that?” Finn ran both hands through his hair, getting it wet, and took a deep breath, shaking his head. “I don’t remember it that way. Please, stay. I was surprised, like shock and awe , like get me a fainting couch type surprised. And I think it made me seize up a bit. But I see the two of you are really happy, it’s so sweet. Please, stay. Have a fun week out of the city.” Finn turned and finished cleaning the last dish and dried his hands.
Leo smiled, towel moving slowly over the dish in his hand. “Thanks Finn. That means a lot to me.”
Finn nodded and turned, meaning to head upstairs. That was about as much of confronting this weirdness that he could handle for today. Logan might be back in from his conversation with his parents at any time.
“And Finn?” Leo called. He turned back, leaning against the wall, hip popped out, listening. “Don’t avoid us, okay? If you don’t want to? I promise there’s no hard feelings on our end.” Finn just gave a small smile and nod, but the worried look lifted, just a bit, before he turned to go upstairs.
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Logan had been helping Leo and between frittatas and his pasta salad and peach pie they had been busy all weekend. Logan was so impressed by his boyfriend, was soaking up every moment of watching Leo in his element, and with a backdrop worthy of a postcard too. Leo had even let Logan peel the peaches and mix the salad, although mostly Logan cleaned and organised and prepared while Leo cooked.
But, Finn. Logan didn’t know what to think. The shock had faded somewhat in the past two days of helping Leo with meals. It was a busy gig, an easy distraction. But then he’d glance out the window and catch a glimpse of Finn’s red hair out the window, amidst the beautiful garden and sprawling lawn. And his heart would stutter and he’d forget where he was for a moment. He’d think of books and candles and highlighters until he looked at Leo. Then reality would spin itself around him again and he’d kiss his boyfriend on the cheek as he walked to the fridge to put something away and tried to live in the present.
Sunday night they sat outside to watch the sunset, it wasn’t fully dark until nearly 10, and they sipped their drinks and watched the colour fade from the garden and flowers and trees as colours bloomed across the sky instead. And then those faded too, and the stars started sparkling out of nothingness. They sat in loungers beside each other, gaze shifting from the horizon to the sky. Leo’s hand was still warm in his with blankets over both of them.
Logan turned his head from the stars to Leo, just as awed by the sight of his love, even in the dim light.
“So are we staying the week still?”
Leo hummed. “Yeah, Finn said he wants us to. You ok with it? It’s ok if you’re not.”
Logan took a moment to trace his eyes over Leo’s cupid bow as he collected his thoughts. “I still want to. It’s beautiful here, and I have some guilt about how I treated Finn, but really I have nothing but good memories of him.”
“Yeah? You ready to talk more about it?”
Logan took in the stars. Orion’s Belt, the Big Dipper, the sparkling dots that could tell any story, told them all. When he had gathered his thoughts from the spaces between the stars, he went on.
“It was just a few months. But it’s burned into my mind like when you close your eyes after looking at something too bright. Finn is … bright.”
Leo chuckled and nodded at that, Logan squeezed his hand three times.
“Really, we pretty much just studied. We were in the zone, essay writing and memorising,” Logan continued. “Then we went to a party, and we kissed.” He set his head back against the lounge chair. “And Le, it was such a good kiss. It was a long, beautiful, hot kiss.” Logan sighed. “And I think I said something like I’m not gay ? And then the semester was pretty much over, and I was scared, and I didn’t call for months. And when I did, his number had changed.”
Leo reached over and took Logan’s hand in both of his, running his thumb in circles.��
“And I kissed boys after that, and slept with girls, and never felt a hint of the spark I had with him.” He turned his head towards Leo. “Until I met you, of course.” Logan turned onto his side and ran his fingertips down Leo’s cheek. “Remember? We talked, and ate, and when you kissed me, there were the sparks of sunshine filling every part of me.”
Leo smiled, and gripped his hand tighter. “I’m glad you had each other, love. That sounds lovely, and kind of really sad.”
Logan smiled a half smile. “I love you so much. Leo, you are the light of my life. I kissed Finn, one evening, years ago. Today, I’m with you and I want you .”
Leo smiled and they leaned across the small space between chairs to press their lips together.
“You want to stay?” Leo asked.
“Yeah, I do. Let’s have our little vacation, let’s relax, and eat, enjoy the scenery,” he said, waving a hand vaguely around at the dark.
Leo’s watch beeped, midnight.
They sat in the deep quiet for a minute, hands connected between the chairs.
“You told me once your first kiss with a guy had been in college. Was that Finn then?” Leo asked softly into the darkness.
“Oui, soleil, it was.” He made the move to forgo his chair in favour of joining Leo in his. He climbed on top of Leo, pressing them chest to chest. “You were my first everything else, though.”
He leaned down and pressed their lips together and Leo tilted his head up into the kiss.
“I tried with other people in college, but it was never right, never felt good, until it was you,” Logan peppered Leo’s face with kisses. The darkness hugged them as they kissed, making them feel like the only people in the world.
Logan pressed a deep kiss down to Leo's lips, leaving him breathless. Then he stood, one leg on either side of the chair, and pulled Leo’s body down the lounge chair until his hips were near the edge. His long legs sprawled off the end onto the soft grass. Logan backed up and dropped to his knees under the midnight bright stars. The grass was only darkness, but was soft under his knees, cool in contrast to the hard heat that was soon filling his mouth.
“I love this, I never get to make you come on Sundays,” Logan murmured against his skin.
Leo huffed a laugh, arching his back involuntarily. “I think it is Monday by now, baby, ahhh.”
Logan just hummed and swallowed in response.
Leo could hardly see Logan through the darkness, but the stars twinkling in the sky kept him company when stars sparked and exploded behind his eyes.
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We're coming up to the end of the year, do you think you could do a year in review type thing for Sam and Colby's year?
like what has been the best video this year in your opinion?
Which has been the funniest this year?
Which has been the most feelsy?
Which has been the scariest?
Best collab on their channel this year?
Best interview/podcast/collab outside their own channel from this year?
and just in general anything you would like to say to sum up your thoughts for this year in SnC.
I shall ask a few other people in SnC tumblr this as well and we can all compare.
Sorry it took me so long to answer this - I felt like I needed to have time to actually sit down and look at what they did this year before I could do a proper year in review.
As an aside, I was actually thinking about doing an end-of-year poll to see what everyone thinks was the best/funniest/most dramatic moment of 2024. Maybe I'll do that a little closer to NYE, if there's interest.
Anyway, answers behind the cut!
Best video: I feel like the Farrar series was the one that probably ticked the most boxes this year, in terms of cinematic storytelling, editing, and spookiness. Was it my favorite? Possibly not. But I think it was their best effort.
Funniest video:
React channel: the video where they got drunk and tried to make a dybbuk box or the smash or pass with the cryptids both made me laugh for some odd reason. I'm not saying that was quality content, but it was funny (to me).
snc channel: The one with Nikki and Emma - that whole bit with them trying to figure out the boat was just perfection.
Most feelsy: I think it has to be the one with the dolls, yeah? We had trauma and betrayal and arguments at the end and crocodile tears...the whole enchilada.
(Unless we're talking feeling each other up type of feelsy, in whicj case I feel like they all count lol)
Scariest video: The 3rd Farrar video was wildly uncomfortable to watch and very spooky towards the end there...whether you believe that was a possession or not.
Best collab: Given a choice, I'm also going to choose "no collab" cause I'm kind of tired of it. But of the people they collared with this year, I'd say Jake and Johnnie (for the nostalgia) or Faze Rug and Amanda (not a fan of Amanda but she wasn't too bad in this one) were the ones I tolerated the most.
Best interview/podcast/outside collab: The three hour iced coffee podcast was great (for me lol).
Thoughts for this year: this year was a doozy. A humdinger, even. It was chock full of a ton of drama with little content and there were a lot of massive changes in the boys' lives, content, approach to their fanbase...everything. As boring as this year may have seemed at some junctures, it was kind of a pivotal one. 🤣
I'm happy for Colby, truly. He's happy. He's growing and learning about himself and getting himself into a good place and I hope it lasts. He's struggled a long time and especially after 2023, he deserves to find some peace.
Sam...I just hope he continues therapy, and finds out how to exist as a single man without someone always there to fall back on. I hope he finds his individuality and finds some peace where the afterlife is concerned.
Content wise - I hope 2025 is a little better. I feel like the snc channel is falling way too far down the rabbit hole of experimentation just to be able to click bait people into watching. The collabs are stale, Colby doesn't even really seem like he's much a part of it anymore, Sam's obsession is becoming intolerable and I just...don't want another year of content like this.
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The Satire for Unrealistic Expectations and Unrealistic Thinking (or the Marketplace of Negativity) (TUMBLR Edition)
DISCLAIMER:
The following fanfic is a satire making fun of toxic rage bait YouTube channels and toxic DeviantArt accounts that cover cartoons, movies and TV shows as well as showing my defense for any movie Disney has made lately, whether it be a original animated film or a live action remake. This is not meant to attack anyone or be taken seriously at all, with the exception of the message that it's sending. This is also inspired by gamerjerk450's DeviantArt fic, Satire IV: Two-Dimensional Thinking with a few differences. Any constructive criticism is allowed. No copyright infringement intended at all.
And no flames, blind hatred or spam allowed! Thanks and let's begin.
It was the year 2025, specifically March 19,. it would be almost 2 days before the worldwide release of Disney's live-action remake of Snow White. Lots of kids and adults all over the world were nervous and excited about the film's release. And everyone at Disney as well as the cast and crew are proud of what they had done. Despite some fears, here and there, they were still sure, that the movie would be a smash hit at the box office, outgrossing its large budget and being praised for being a new Snow White for a new generation.
However, many miles away from Disney's headquarters stood an old condemned building. inside it consisted of just countless people, chatting and having conversations, like normal people. Around them were tables full of cake, ice cream, cookies, tea, alcohol and all kinds of sweet treats, with soda and juice on the side and a sign that read, "Mad Tea Party", right next to them.
Their discussions were soon interrupted with the blow of a dog whistle. This was done by the group's leader, who wore a T-shirt that said Make Disney Great Again on it, who came in with a henchman who wore a black shirt with nothing on it and a hench-woman with badly dyed red hair with a shirt that said, Go Woke Go Broke on it.
The man leading the Anti-Disney Club then proceeded to speak into a megaphone.
Speaker: Excuse me, everyone, may i have your attention, please? Good. Now, thank you all for coming here today. My name is Nick Sorenson, but you can call me by my online alias ToonEGuy. With me, i have MechaRandom42 and Will Jordan the Critical Drinker.
MechaRandom: It's a honor to be here.
Drinker: Does anyone know why you're here today?
Rando: Yeah, to save Disney and the animation and film industries from themselves!
Everyone: Yeah!
Nick: Excelent! This saves us time for explaining all of it. I've brought some refreshments to pass the time and stuff. So, here's the plan: we strike at 6 PM. sharp, march right to Disney's HQ, and protest our hearts out until all the old greedy bastards and woke employees cave in. Any questions?
Random #2: Yeah, it's close to 4 PM, right now. What should we do until then?
Nick: Good question. Before we strike, we'll pass the time by watching the last good Disney movie, Winnie the Pooh from 2011, from before those lying bastards played with our emotions by promising to make a new hand-drawn movie every 2 years, but it all just a lie to try and kill of traditional animation in favor of soulless overrated CGI movies, woke Marvel, woke Star Wars and soulless woke live-action remakes! But enough of that, let's watch.
So the Anti-Disney Club and all the internet trolls, Cartoonaboos, purists and nostalgiatards spent the next 70+ minutes watching the 2011 Winnie the Pooh movie.
Once it was over, they had all begun preparing for their protest march. Soon, they were ready to set out holding up various signs that read stuff like, "End Wokeness", "Restore Walt's Dignity", "2D is Best D", "Animation is for Everyone", "No Live Action", "Enough with the Remakes", "Go Woke, Go Broke", and other phrases.
MechaRandom: Alright, this is it, guys!
Critical Drinker: This is the day we take back what's rightfully ours!
Nick: Yeah, and this is the day we show those hacks at Disney that they messed with the wrong crowd! Today, they will know the name Anti-Disney Club! This will be the biggest day of our lives! Who's with us?
Everyone: Yeah!
Nick: That's exactly what I wanted to hear! Now, let's fight!
However, as they started marching, they overheard something that ground their gears.
Little girl (singing): Let it go, let it go, can't hold it back anymore, let it go, let it go.
Nick (into megaphone): Hey, stop singing that song, you little brat! You should be ashamed of yourself! You're part of the problem!
The girl ran off crying to her mom and told her to call the police.
Over at Disney HQ, everyone was having an office party, to celebrate the upcoming release of Snow White 2025. A bunch of executives, animators, live action crew members and the cast were discussing amongst themselves. However, the conversations were soon interrupted when one executive spotted something bad in the distance.
Executive: Come here, everyone. I think, I we've got an emergency.
Everyone did as told.
Executive #2: What is the problem?
Yep, there was a problem. It was a burning Mickey Mouse ear-hat. Then they heard so many faint shouting, and they could just barely make out the words, "DOWN WITH DISNEY!", from the screams. Some of them even got X notifications on their phones.
Rachel Zegler: "Cancel the Snow White remake"? "End wokeness"? "Restore traditional animation"? Oh god, not those people again!
Executive: What do you mean?
Rachel Zegler: They harassed, threatened and slandered us over these remakes for too long.
Executive #2: We got to alert Mr. Iger about this.
They all made their way to Disney CEO Bob Iger's office.
Executive #2: Mr. Iger, we got a problem!
Bob: What is it?
Executive: There's some toxic protesters out there who want us to cancel the Snow White remake and other remakes and sequels.
Rachel Zegler: And they are led by those who lied about me and Hallie Bailey and others.
Bob: Don't worry, I'll just force the guards on them, right now!
Iger then pressed a large red button that said, "IN CASE OF PROTESTERS AND BOYCOTTERS" on it, and before they knew it, the Anti-Disney Club were hounded by security guards who proceeded to drag them off the premises and, for some of the pestiest protesters and/or boycotters, pepper sprayed them. However, a select few, including Nick, Drinker and MechaRandom managed to avoid them somehow and made their way into the building.
Soon, they reached the main office, where the party took place. Everyone stared at them in discomfort.
Nick: Hacks! All of you! You're all hacks! What do you think, you're doing!?
Executive #3: We're trying to run a business.
Nick: Liar! You're trying to ruin animation! You want to burn this industry to the (BLEEP)ing ground!
Drinker: Yeah, and you won't stop until all animation is CGI and soulless photorealsitic live action remakes!
MechaRandom: You and Pixar even ruined each other. You're even hating men!
Executive #4: Who the hell do you people think you are, just storming in here and insulting us and hating us!
Nick: I'm Nick Sorenson of the Anti-Disney Club! And we are here to save the industry from itself!
Rachel Zegler: How, by bullying people like me for doing my job!?
Bob Iger stood in to defend his company and everyone in t.
Nick: You! You are turning Disney into soulless corporate filth! You don't care about quality, all you want is money!
Bob: That's NOT true! We're just making the movies we want to make, in the ways we want to make them!
Nick: You are ruining our childhoods, Slob Iger! You've even ruined the company and tarnished it's vey name, especilaly with it's inclusitivity agenda! What do you think Walt Disney would say about this?
Then a lightning strike hits the ground and out of it comes a faceless ghost, shaped like Walt Disney himself.
Walt's ghost: I am the ghost of Walt Disney and I'd say that you all need to calm down and retreat immediately!
Drinker: What? Is this some kind of prank?
MechaRandom: Shut up!
Nick: Yes, Walt Disney. Please tell everyone what you think of what they are doing to your company!
Walt's ghost: To be honest, I think, they are all doing an expectionaly good job, keeping my company alive and current.
MechaRandom: Screw you, guys! I'm out!
MechaRandom leaves to surrender herself to the police.
Drinker: I'm late for dinner!
Drinker also leaves.
Nick then goes mad.
Nick: What!? That's ludicrous! They're ruining your company! How can you just be okay with this?!
Walt's ghost: As long as our primary goal remains, "to bring fun, magic and enjoyment to people's lives", the methods to do so whether it be original or a remake are irrelevant.
Nick: That's not their goal! They just want to make money and brainwash the masses into thinking their trash is good! Nobody wants this (BLEEP)!
Walt's ghost: Correction! YOU are among the vocal minority of people online who doesn't want this (BLEEP). And that type of person is a toxic anti-fan and a blind hater!
Nick: What do you mean!?
Walt's ghost: Have you ever thought that what modern audiences, or rather people in the real world want is different from what you want? People don't watch our movies, because we brainwash them, they watch our movies, because they love them. Because they bring smiles to their faces. It's secretly the same with live-action remakes, too, you just don't know it, yet.
Nick: No, that's wrong! I just know it! CGI animated movies and live-action remakes are inferior and completely soulless!
Walt's ghost: CGI is capable of more than hand-drawn animation, is more eye-catching and is less of a struggle to animate as well. Live action is also easy, because you have everything in front of you and go beyond imagination better. They are the best uses of the latest and greatest technology ever created. Plus today's movies have become more inclusive for the better, letting anyone of any cultural background in the whole world see themselves in every character depicted. To not make use of CGI technology or diversity and inclusion would be like filming a modern day movie using a camera from the 1900s. And to just do original stuff 100 percent and not have live-action remakes or sequels, the world be a boring place to live in.
Nick: Well, everything from my childhood in the 90s was more original and less corporate!
Walt's ghost: You mean, the decade when other studios tried and failed to be more like us? The decade that had even more corporate stuff like A Troll in Central Park? Face it, man! You're NOT trying to "save the industry", you just want to "save the industry for yourself", because you refuse to move on from the past and realize that filmmaking and technologies for live action and animation have evolved phenomonally today and is making it easier for anyone to get into the film industry. You refuse to agknowledge that these movies (whether they be originals, sequels, or remakes) aren't just moneymakers, but they're also beloved modern classics for anyone of all generations to enjoy. We'll still have the original versions of these stories available, but we'll tell them in a new way that builds on their foundation. To cancel the live action remake of Snow White and boycott it would mean to not only put the time, effort and money spent making it in vain, but also to disappoint anyone who really does want to see it. And at the end of the day, would that be ruining the industry?
Nick: But you're killing off traditional animation and making everything woke!
Walt's ghost: You know, I'm not even gonna respond to that, you're a madman! This isn't the past anymore! We're not in the 1930s-1990s anymore! And it's not even the COVID era anymore! You have to keep moving forward and adapt to modern times, like my company does!
Nick: Well, I think, you're a fake! The real Walt Disney would never say that and he would be rolling in his grave! Come on, ADC, let's show these assholes what we're made of! Down with Disney! Down with Disney! Down with Disney! Down with...
Nick then realized that his members were silent and planning to quit.
Nick: What re you guys doing, protest with me!
ADC Member #1: Actually, he's right, Nick. Doing this would hold the industry back.
ADC Member #2: Yeah, these protests and boycotts are all dumb and pointless! You and all those other haters are the ones brainwashing us!
Soon, they all tossed their signs to the floor to burn and gave on protesting and boycotting Disney.
Nick's fury (haha) was growing.
Nick: I'll get you, you impostor!
Just as Nick was about to charge, Walt used his ghostly powers to strike him with lighting, making him still and powerless.
Rachel Zegler: Thank you! Now, let's take this toxic hater to the cops and court!
Bob: Agreed! Nick, you and the other haters who have not come to their senses will be placed under arrest for breaking and entering and attempting boycotts. As for those who are not protesting anymore, you will still be fined, for all this.
ADC Member: But we're already are guilty and we're very sorry.
Bob: All is forgiven. We're still going to testify in court, next week.
One Week Later. The Supreme Court makes a verdict against those who attempted to boycott recent Disney movies.
Judge: All rise.
Everyone in the court rises.
Judge: the Anti-Disney Club, consisting of you toxic anti-woke grifters, conservatives and nostalgia-blinded purists.
Nick: Your honor!
Judge: As punishment for breaking and entering and boycotting Disney, I sentence you and other members of the Anti-Dinsey Club who haven't come to their senses to watching every modern Disney movie that is CGI and live-action on repeat all week starting tomorrow.
And live from NY, it's Saturday night! SNL reference.
THE END.
Thanks for reading and have a nice day. And be sure to check out Rachel Zegler in Disney's Snow White, when it hits theaters everywhere, March 21, 2025.
#supportdisney#i defend live action disney remakes#snow white 2025#i defend wish#i defend modern disney movies#rachel zegler#disney movies
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A General Report of the Nono people: Part 1 (Page 4), festival edition
...Thanks to this, we know that the purpose of the Fall festival was twofold. First, to collect mushrooms to stock up for the winter. However, the second and main focus of the festival was to tell stories, with the goal of creating memorable ones, specifically ones that people would remember for later. They were forbidden from sharing other’s stories, only their own, though there was a trial regarding a theoretical breaching of this rite which proves that referring other people to hear other’s stories was allowed. After all, you are merely helping that person’s story, not supporting your own. Finally, at the end of the festival, a couple of days were allowed to pass, before the tribe cast a vote. Specifically, who’s story was the funniest. This was a solemn affair though, as the weight of who was elected high. While not directly confirmed, all evidence points to the winner becoming the elected executioner. This is collaborated with the fact that this festival, in contrast to the others, was strictly voluntary, while the others had the entire tribe participating. Many also chose not to participate, and those who didn’t were only allowed a partial vote. No rules existed on whether people were allowed to vote for themselves, and we have no idea if people abused this or not, or even if it was considered abuse. Why people chose to have this in the first place has to do with their “caste” system, which will be explained later, but for the context of this role, people usually could not switch occupations, and were set on them for life. It is theorized that the executioner position had a lot of benefits that others did not have, and maybe was a chance for someone to do something differently in their lives. Finally, children were strictly forbidden from speaking during the festival, mostly likely because the tribes believed that children couldn’t control their joy if speaking to people, and nobody wanted a situation where a child was forced to be an executioner. We have no evidence that such a tragedy took place, but we are sure that if it did, it would have been a one-of-a-kind and a horrifying incident to the Nono people.
Finally, was the winter festival, which seemed to be all about growth. Winter was not about death, it was the time after death, to reflect on your life, before moving onto the next one. Whether they believed in reincarnation or not is up for debate, but another theory suggests that they believe nature dies and is reborn every year, and they have to partake in this as well. To do this, they construct snow and ice sculptures of themselves, each of them a beautiful work of art, intricately detailed with fine precision. We know this because some retired sculptors took it upon themselves to create stone statues of similar kinds. This was probably taboo in their culture, as they were found in caves and other hidden places, and many were found to be smashed. Unlike the other festivals, which were centered on a single day, the festival took place at least over the course of at least a month and a half. In fact, we believe that there was no real start or stop time, starting when the snow first came, and finishing when the sculptures were complete and the rituals regarding them were finished. For context, the area in and around Mobletropolis, where the Nono people lived, is a very cold region. When snow falls, it usually does not melt until the arrival of Spring. Snow sculptures can exist throughout all of winter. This also explains why the Nono people loved Summer and the heat it brought with it. The sculptures were not just there for show though. They were representations of each person, not just physically, but metaphysically. Their loves, their hates, their hopes, their fears, their strengths, and most importantly, their shortcomings and flaws. It was the latter that the Nono tribe focused on, reflecting on it. Then they would write themselves letters, detailing to themselves if they had fixed a list of flaws in themselves that they had written, or at the very least improved upon them. Then they would seal them up, give them to some higher official, either the chief or some elder with a role of keeping the letters safe, secure, and private (it would not have been a sole responsibility though, merely something in addition to another job), and then wait. At the start of the Winter festival, they would open their letters, reflect on if they accomplished their goals, and then create the statues based on those reflections. While not everybody in the village was a talented ice mason, as there were people who specialized in this, everybody was expected to not only assist in their own statue, but also in the statue of their peers. Eventually, as spring came, the statues would melt away, a final death as new life would be brought forth.
Unfortunately, the discovery of these four festivals was the easiest parts of the Nono people’s culture to explore, as they were extensively documented. The rest of their culture wasn’t as documented, or at the very least has as much surviving documentation. It is estimated that it is three times as hard to discover their other works in comparison. Still, we are striving to do so, and this is the tip of the iceberg of what we have found. In two more reports, we will share what we have learned about their private and public lives, including the new reports on their roadways. We hope to see you then!
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 208
Stairway to Heaven/The Day of the Doctor
“Stairway to Heaven”
Plot Description: After a massive attack on the angels, Castiel calls the brothers for help. But Dean’s eagerness to bring the first blade does not go unnoticed
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: if everyone in that ice cream shop died, I would too. I’m not special like that
CAS MADE THEIR FBI AGENT NAMES SPEARS AND AGUILERA!!! And even better, he made it those simply because he noticed they typically choose popular music artists. I love him
Metatron…do YOU have a crush on Cas? And are you doing some weird projecting rn? You’re neither lovable nor funny…the trendy coat is a bit much, my guy
Uuuggghhh Castiel didn’t even WANT to lead an army of angels againnnnnn. Stop treating him like the bad guy, Deeeean
Poor Sam. Getting tossed to Cas’s part of the mission “to help,” but Dean…he shouldn’t be alone right now
Gadreel is not here for the way Metatron negotiates with angels.
DEAN SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN LEFT ALONE!! You can’t let your fuse go off that badly from some snide remarks from an angel. Oooo, are we gonna see Tessa the Reaper again??
Oh…THREE angels going nuclear at…well, two angels and a reaper. But WHY
Oh Cas bb, prime numbers can be intimidating??
“I’m very pop culture savvy now” 💀
Dean. Just leave the blade with them. I’m not convinced he doesn’t have the First Blade on him
Why are these traps all pop culture references and riddles? First “why was 6 afraid of 7?” And now the “Only the penitent man shall pass” from Indiana Jones??
I believe Tessa BELIEVES Cas told her to do this. It he wouldn’t…right? 🥺
I am very confused this turn of events…why did that angel even GO to a place meant for Cas? Why was there so much set up for Cas when the holy oil was supposed to kill him? WHY DID THE OTHER ANGEL NOT SEE AN ANGEL WHEN HE LOOKED AT CAS??
Oh, Tessssaaaaaaaa, she just can’t take not being able to help souls to the afterlife.
Oh no…Tessa killed herself on the First Blade (which I KNEW he had) and now Dean’s in trouble
Oof, Metatron twisting the truth. He’s doing a Moriarty where you give just enough of the truth before lying
And just like that, Cas lost his whole army
Oooooo Gadreel REALLY hates the way Metatron is handling everything. Same, Gadreel. Same.
Not me wanting to “Dean. This isn’t you. This isn’t your heart” amazing that Dean and Sam aren’t a team til Metatron’s dead, but the three of them will be enough because they always have been when it comes to talking to Cas
DEAN. STOP STABBING AND/OR SLASHING PEOPLE WITH THE FIRST BLADE
“The Day of the Doctor”
Plot Description: The Doctor’s dangerous past comes back to haunt him in this 50th anniversary special
I looooove the old who opening turning into present day with Clara
Honestly, more companions should ride motorcycles
Iiiiiii remember when the stills of this came out online, with the Doctor dangling from the TARDIS over London
It cracks me up how many things get explained away just by saying “it’s timelord [thing]” which means it’s OBVIOUS more or bigger than it appears to be
I feel like either or both “no more” and “Gallifrey falls” had double meanings but I can’t recall them
The editing as Billie Piper mocks the War Doctor’s “no more” is weird, but I’ve misssssssed herrrrrr
I forgot Ten married Elizabeth I
Daviiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!!
Doc, why’s your machine that goes ding so bad at detecting zygons?? There’s no way…yeah, that’s just a rabbit
The way fezzes keep manifesting from time fissures. Of course Eleven threw it before throwing himself through the fissure
I FORGOT HE CALLED TEN’S CHUCKS SAND SHOES
As much as I like the War Doctor, I miss Nine
“One of us is reversing the polarity, the other is reversing it back. We’re CONFUSING the polarity”
The War Doctor is entirely over their shenanigans and worse than that…their mannerisms
Like..I KNOW it’s zygons why did I think for even a second “they smashed the statues to hide because they’re the weeping angels”??
The terror that fills me hearing about how they keep Jack’s vortex manipulator away from Americans especially due to us wanting to use it to rewrite history chills me in 2023
The three of them talking about the last day on Gallifrey and how many children were on the planet and how much regretting and forgetting they’ve been through. It is REALLY good
THE DOOR WASN’T LOCKED!!!!
Omgggggg Ten. You are so VERY bad at detecting zygons…
You do love to see them reminisce about different TARDIS interiors
OH!! OKAY!!! THAT was where I got “oh, he redecorated. I don’t like it” every time I see the NEW new TARDIS interior. Ten said it first!!!
I am curious what the ramifications of only one Osgood having an inhaler are going to be, if any
Not Bad Wolf Rose looking forlornly while Clara gets to be the one to stop the Doctor trio from destroying Gallifrey
I’m not okaaaayyyyyyyyyy with Ten’s lost puppy look when the War Doctor mentions Rose 😭😭😭 He wants to see her SO BADLY
IT’S THE FULL TITLE OF THE PAINTING “GALLIFREY FALLS NO MORE” I want it noted that I said this before they revealed it in the episode. Because they’re going to freeze Gallifrey in a painting. (I saw the “GALLIFREY STANDS” projection in the time lord war room and it just clicked)
Omg the one small bit of reused or spare or whatever footage from Nine 😭 I wish they could have gotten him, though I suppose he wouldn’t have agreed to the plot line where the Doctor marries into the monarchy
Ah yesss the first glimpse of Twelve’s eyebrows ❤️❤️
Honestly, love that they kept David’s final line here “I don’t wanna go”…but it does worry me for the 60th
And then…AND THEN TOM BAKER COMES INNNN AND IT’S SO COOL because he gets to reveal that they DID save Gallifrey
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Apparently I still have a huge crush on Oliver Sykes for 10+ years now so smash 😍


#smash or pass#band members edition#band members#oliver sykes#chris motionless#spencer charnas#ghost killer entertainment#metalcore#my instagram comment#band member crush#Instagram#oli sykes#bring me the horizon#chris cerulli#motionless in white#ice nine kills#pierce the veil#vic fuentes
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childhood friend tropes are my absolute favs
#ice climbers#smash bros#smash ultimate#super smash bros#ssb#glacetra#2022 edit: one of my better pieces from 2019#this one gets a pass#maicies#mai art
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love drunk (j.f)
pairing: joel farabee x reader + best friend!kevin hayes
words: 4.0k
warnings: mentions of alcohol, bars, kissing, and ofc teasing by friends
author’s note: hi hello! i apologize for any errors as i’m eighteen and have never drank/gone go a bar before:) thanks, besties. also special tags to @joelsfarabees (helped me come up with the idea), @huggybug , @cartahhart79 , @quietblues , @ethancale , and @1-800-iluvhockey for encouraging + proofreading + and giving me ideas. and ofc @fiveminutesforfarabee for throwing hc’s about bf!joel with me to go back on for this fic. this wouldn’t have become a thing without any of you- i love you all forever<3 and @bitchinbarzal because i said i would tag you<3 your ig edits are immaculate
the fluorescent lights from the dance floor bounced off the blue swirls of the bar counter. it felt cool against your forearms compared to the warmth and humidity of the club- sweaty bodies smashed together, laughing as they downed drink after drink as if it was water. your eyes met the rim of your glass, filled with some alcoholic beverage that you had ordered half an hour ago. the ice was slowly watering it down, not that it mattered, as you honestly weren’t that interested in it.
your gaze broke from the glass as suddenly an arm found its way around your shoulders. you flinched slightly before relaxing into the familiar feel of kevin hayes. his cologne smelled of sandalwood and lavender, something that was unique to him.
“fuck yeah! y/nnnn!” he slurred, pulling you closer as he swayed side to side, “where’s your lover boy, bestie?”
you chuckled, softly pushing him into the wooden stool next to you, “he’s not my lover boy, kev, he’s over there chatting with teeks and ratty.”
of course, kevin was talking about joel. you and joel had met several months ago from mutual friends, kevin being one of them. the moment you had met him, his honey pooled eyes, goofy smile, and just the amount of calm he brought to a room stole your heart. however, you knew that the gorgeous hunk of man was so obviously out of your league. joel was a national hockey league player with a bright future and a huge heart; someone you felt would never be interested in you.
“fuck that! you want him to be!” kevin giggled, as he poked your knees repeatedly with his finger. “i think that fucker likessss you!”
you snorted, “yeah okay, hayesy. whatever you say, dude.” you slipped your drink, grimacing at the slight burn of the watered-down alcohol. you knew kevin was drunk, but your heart ached to believe that maybe, just maybe, joel would feel the same way about you.
“shit- can- can i tell you a secret?” kevin hiccuped, a mischievous grin dancing across his face.
“sure, kev. what’s up, buddy?” you motioned for the bartender, mouthing water, pointing at the 6’5 drunk next to you.
the bartender chuckled, sliding you a glass as kevin continued.
“i-i know something about beezer that you don’t!”
“i’m sure you know a lot of things about joel that i don’t.” you passed him the water, satisfied as he downed half of it in one gulp, the large bar glass looking small in his hand.
“no, no-“ he coughed, placing the glass back on the bar counter, “fuck- i mean- he likes you! shit- you’re all he fucking talks about during practice and games. god, he never shuts the fuck up about you, y/n/n!” he was giggling like a schoolgirl, too out of it to notice how red your face had become. “hold on, i’m gonna go get another fucking drink! byeee y/n/n! i looove you, bestie!” kevin gave you a half squeeze before wandering in a random direction.
watching him walk away, you felt your heart start to race. what the hell was kevin talking about? joel? have feelings for ME? you thought, yeah okay. out of habit, your eyes wandered to where joel was standing with travis, oskar, and isaac. his head was thrown back, bouts of laughter escaping his lips, which of course hid his teeth. he was dressed in a white collared shirt, the first few buttons undone with black jeans. his chest was in full view, his gold chain glistening against the vibrant lights of the club. your eyes followed his arms to his hands, the left one holding a beer while the right moved as he talked.
your eyes closed as you pursed your lips, butterflies filling your stomach. he looked incredible. opening your eyes again, you saw a new addition coming to joel’s presence. kevin.
you chuckled as he stumbled into joel, grinning as he did so. you sipped your drink again, watching the five interact. however, you choked as kevin pointed at you, joel’s eyes finding yours.
attempting to regain your composure, you offered a smile and a tiny wave that joel returned before turning back to his friends. you watched kevin babble to them and point in your direction before he started heading over to you again.
“yes, hollywood? how may i be of service?” you sipped your drink, attempting to mask the anxiety of whatever shenanigans he was up to as he approached.
“need you to come with me-“ he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you with him. “it’s important, bestie.”
“christ- okay. hold on, buddy.” you laid a bill on the counter, paying for the drink you had barely touched as you grabbed the rest of your things. “okay, now, where are we going?”
kevin gave you a mischievous grin, “i’m being your fucking wingman!”
you sputtered, confused as he led you across the room, “w-what? what the hell are you talking about?”
“just trust me, babe- shit’s going to be great.”
you groaned, “kevin- you’re way too drunk for this!”
he scoffed, “actually, y/n/n, i drank water, remember? i’m cool as a damn cucumber.”
“yeah- and you went for a drink afterward, remember?” you mocked him, “besides- when the hell do you ever say you’re-“ you were cut off abruptly when you came to a screeching halt. a few feet away stood the same man you were admiring from the bar moments ago. joel.
“now here’s the plan-“
“plan?” your head whipped over to kevin bewildered, “what?”
“the plan for you to admit to joel you-“ he started, but you slapped your hand over his mouth.
“no. he’s-“ you ran your hand through your hair before pulling the 6’5 giant outside of the bar. as you gently made your way through the friday bar crowd, you could feel yourself spiraling. sure, kevin did know joel better than you, but joel liking you? you had gone through endless scenes where you confessed to him, but none of them ever resulted in what you wanted: reciprocated feelings- much less a relationship.
your thoughts broke as you opened the bar doors; the february air nipped at your arms, and the absence of a coat caused you to shiver.
“listen, i appreciate you. i do. you’re a great person and friend- and maybe an even better hockey player, but i’m not telling joel anything.”
he scrunched his face in confusion, his blue eyes searching your face for an answer, “what? why?”
you turned your head away from him, biting the inside of your cheeks harshly, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. the street was lit up by streetlights, apartments, and businesses that were strangely still open at midnight.
“kevin-“ you sighed, “he’s out of my league. he plays in the NATIONAL hockey league. he’s gorgeous, intelligent, funny… he could have anyone he wants- not me. i know what you said earlier, but… there’s no way he’s talking about me. you’re hardly present, dude.”
kevin’s face softened, “y/n…” he blinked his eyes a few times before putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, “listen, i know i’m fucking drunk right now, but you should hear him talk about you. not anyone else. you. he’s fucking like- god, i’m going to ruin his chances because i’m fucking-“ he groaned, “y/n/n, he’s whipped for you. i’ve never seen him like this- we’re all sick of him. you’ve gotta talk to him- i know you like him too.”
your heart was hammering in your chest again. joel? liking you back? it felt like a dream. you felt so giddy as if you could do anything- which could be kevin’s second confession or the decent amount of alcohol in your system. “are you messing with me?”
he shook his head rapidly, “i mean every word, dude.”
you rubbed your hands on the scratchy, black material of your jeans, the anxiety and giddiness mixing in all at once. “okay.”
“huh?” kevin scrunched his face in confusion.
“be my wingman.”
he squealed (which honestly threw you off a bit, seeing as you didn’t know such a sound could come from someone that tall), “y/n, everything’s going to be great. here’s the plan.”
——
you had never felt this nervous in your life. your hands were clammy; you kept wiping them off on your black jeans to no avail.
kevin’s hand was resting gently in the middle of your back, rubbing small circles, attempting to at least relax you a bit. he had already given you two shots of tequila for confidence, but they didn’t seem to be working as you both walked closer to the high table where joel, isaac, travis, and oskar sat. you could hear joel’s laugh from a mile away, causing butterflies to build in your stomach.
“hey, guys!” kevin grinned, “look who i found!”
all four men offered hellos, immediately including you in the conversation of doors versus wheels. you were only half paying attention, your full attention being on joel. his brown eyes were concentrated as he discussed and took the side of doors, which made you accidentally snort in laughter.
joel turned to you, a smirk dancing across his face, “you’ve got something to say, hm?”
“no-“ you grinned, chuckling, “it’s just obviously wheels.”
travis immediately signaled a high five, which you reciprocated. “thank you! someone with sense. i’ve been struggling with these guys forever!” his own brown eyes twinkled, seeming to grin as much as his mouth did.
“oh shut up, teeks. it’s totally doors.” isaac groaned, taking a sip of his beer, his other arm resting on the edge of the table.
“it’s fuckin’ wheels! office chairs, stupid.” kevin piped up, beaming as you and travis both high-fived him.
joel, noticing a particular blonde was quiet, nudged his head towards oskar. “osky, baby, what’s on your mind?“
oskar set his beer down with a soft smile, “i have my thoughts, but you guys are more entertaining to watch.”
the conversation continued, laughter and teasing erupting often. by the time kevin beckoned for travis, isaac, and oskar to follow him for more drinks (not before he sent a wink your way and mouthing go), it was only joel with the opinion of doors.
“i can’t believe after all that evidence you’re still saying doors!” you exclaimed, joel throwing his head back in laughter.
“maybe i’m just saying it to see your reaction,” he smirked, lifting his beer to his lips, swallowing what was left.
you glared at him, slightly kicking him under the table, “farabee, you’re a menace.”
“says you! you’re kicking me!” he teased, slightly kicking you back.
“you’re a hockey player!” you retorted, “you feel nothing in your calves!”
joel fake gasped, “how rude of you to assume they feel nothing!”
“beezer, you get hit with high sticks, slashes, and pucks on a regular basis. my size seven foot isn’t doing anything to you.”
he stuck his tongue out at you as you laughed. the energy around you felt electric. music blared over the speakers as you both got lost in conversation.
as you felt joel’s fingertips creep against your own, the familiar chords of paper rings by taylor swift caused you to break out in a grin.
“cmon farabee- you have to dance with me!” you closed the distance, grasping his hand and slipped out of the tall, wooden chair.
joel‘s face reddened as the quick source of contact, letting you lead the way. “but babe!” he whined, “i can’t dance!”
the nickname caused your face to do the same as you pulled him onto the dance floor. “who cares?”
in response, he gave you a nervous smile before spinning you around. his white shirt opened revealing more of his chest and chain.
“see? you’re doing great!” your eyes found his, trying not to stare at his neck as you gave him a reassuring smile.
you both danced a while, laughing as the other stumbled a little. the room around you melted again. it didn’t matter to joel that it was late and he had an early practice tomorrow. nor did it matter to you that here you were, dancing the night away while you had a final paper to work on. the bodies around you seemed to disappear. the budding chemistry that had shied away during the first months of friendship had now come with full force. not that either of you would admit it to each other in the moment, but this felt different.
little did you know, joel felt dizzy. having your hands wrapped around his? he felt like he was dreaming. his eyes kept finding your lips, which was engulfed in a smile at him each time. joel could hardly keep his rhythm, too infatuated with you.
song after song played, before finally settling on a slow one.
“may i?” joel’s hands softly found their way to your waist, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.
you gave him a soft nod as your hands found their way to his neck.
a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. moments passed before the melody of joel’s sweet compliments fell upon your ears. “you look so beautiful, you know.” he muttered, continuing to gently sway your bodies back and forth.
your cheeks reddened, his voice echoing in your head just as the feeling of his hands that rested near your belt loops started to sink in. “i was- i was just thinking the same about you.” your voice came out softer than you intended, as your fingers gently started playing with the ends of his hair, attempting to test the waters. the boundaries of this dance- of whatever this was- were unclear. sure, kevin had told you joel had liked you. sure, this seemed pretty romantic with the whole slow dancing and being called babe. however, everything was still unsaid which increased your anxiousness of the whole situation.
noticing your apprehension, joel sent you a soft smile and a gentle nod, letting you know it was okay.
in comfortable silence, you both danced together. it felt nice to just be with joel. having the same friends as well as being friends, everything felt chaotic. but here and now? though the music was loud, being connected with simple touches was exhilarating in the calmest way.
“hey,” joel mumbled after the song ended, “it’s getting late. do you need a ride home?” his fingers gently slipped under your shirt, rubbing gentle circles in your sides, still swaying.
“no, no. i’m okay. kev was my-“ you cut yourself off, your face scrunching in confusion as the realization hit you, “what the hell happened to our friends?”
he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “no clue- kinda glad they disappeared though- nice to be with just you, y/n/n.”
you felt your face heating up as you hid in his shoulder, “shut up, farabee.”
a laugh echoed through his lips, his chest vibrating with the sound, “sorry, y/n.”
the comfort yet excitement you found in the moment made you dizzy. the buzz of the alcohol faded, but the buzz of joel was building. HIS hands on your sides; HIS chest against your face. you were on fire. your skin felt hot as you slowly looked up at him, his hand finding your face.
time felt slow as you watched his eyes glance at your lips as you glanced at his until you found his eyes again.
joel’s pupils were blown and only focused on you.
“can… can i kiss you?” he whispered, eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.
you nodded, a gentle smile taking over as he finally pressed his lips against yours.
the feeling of joel’s lips on yours was electrifying. it felt like fireworks were exploding in every nerve of your body. if this were the princess diaries or some older film, you’d have the foot pop. you never wanted it to end.
——
you and joel kissed for a long time, his gentle lip bites and face holding drove you crazy in the best way. fireworks still gently exploded throughout your veins, and the feeling of his face against your palms made you feel dizzy.
when he did finally pull away, cheers and whoops exploded from the booth behind you, causing you to whip around to find the culprits. meanwhile, joel’s arm found its way protectively around your waist- pulling you closer.
kevin, oskar, travis, and isaac had begun to all high-five each other.
“fucking finally, dude!” a huge grin covered kevin’s face as he barreled over, crushing you both into a hug. “i’m so glad this is finally out in the open. you guys are fuckin’ perfect for each other!”
“i had to get the right moment!” joel replied, “this is the one that matters, kev! i couldn’t just wing this shit.”
a huge smile covered your face as the words left his mouth. “one that matters, huh?”
realizing what he said, joel’s eyes met the tiled floor as he blushed with a soft smile, “well… yeah. it’s you.”
although the club was loud, a comfortable silence fell over the six of you. though neither you or joel knew it, the peace that your friends felt for you was immediate. they knew how much you liked each other from the beginning. it was the small things. it was oskar that first started noticing the small stares joel would give you from across the room. it was isaac that noticed how different joel would act when you were around- even before you met- back when you were just kevin’s friend. it was travis that noticed how your eyes seemed to gloss over when you and joel were properly introduced to each other. finally, though, it was kevin who pieced together that the person joel was whining and going on about was you- his best friend.
“joel, next time, maybe try not to wait six months to ask them out.” travis chirped, earning a glare from the man in question.
you blushed, kissing his shoulder, “six months?” you teased, giving his hand a gentle squeeze for reassurance.
pretending not to hear you, joel sent you a sheepish smile, “so… do you still want me to drive you home?” his arm still wrapped around your waist.
you chuckled, noticing his change in demeanor, “i do, is that okay?”
“yeah, y/n/n! cmon. i’ll drive you home, yeah?” joel’s lips found the crown of your head, sending the boys a wave, ignoring the teases they sent your way.
as you both started to make your way out, your eyes found kevin’s as he gave you a thumbs up. you mouthed thank you, watching as he shook his head with a smile.
turning back as joel opened the door for you, your hand found his. “i had a great time tonight.”
his calloused fingers, though rough, felt soothing against the top of your knuckles as you both walked. “me too. i’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he admitted, “i just never thought in a million years that you’d like me back.”
screeching to a halt, your head whipped around to face him bewildered. “what? you- joel? are you serious?”
he chuckled at your reaction, gently pulling you to walk again, but stopping when he realized you were serious. “well… yeah. most people only like me for my money. you aren’t like that. you’re going to college- you could have anyone you want. i’m just a hockey player. i never finished school. sure, i have a career that i’m somewhat successful in, but i mean- i don’t have a degree. this ends in what? twenty years? that’s not stability. don’t get me wrong, i love the game. i wouldn’t change my life for anything- this is a dream and i’m so grateful for all the opportunities i have. but for you? you deserve someone with an education- someone who can provide for you and be home for you all the time. you and kevin are close, you know what it’s like. i just… i never thought that you would downgrade your options for someone like me.”
you felt yourself start to spiral. the facts that joel firstly, liked you first, and secondly, didn’t think he was good enough for you hit you like a truck. the same man that you had been crushing on for months and sneaking glances at from afar thought he wasn’t good enough for YOU.
“joel- what? how could-“ you were sputtering, struggling to find the right words to say. “how could you even think that? i’m not trying to be invalidating, but you’re… you. you’re becoming one of the best hockey players in the league. you were drafted at eighteen. g said you were going to beat all of his records- not just anyone, but claude giroux said that to you. you have the biggest heart of anyone i know. you’re constantly putting your all into the game and life. joel, no offense, you could be working at wawa and I wouldn't give a shit. i like you because you’re you- not because of your career or how much money you make. you’re an incredible human being, joel farabee. i never want to hear you say any different.” you finished, slightly out of breath.
joel just stared at you, his mouth slightly agape.
“alright. now that that’s taken care of, c'mon. i’m tired.” you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his car that sat a few feet away.
wordlessly, he opened the car door for you as he unlocked it, still in a daze. you watched as he got into the driver’s seat before he turned to you.
“that was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. thank you for believing in me.” joel sent you a toothless smile, before starting the car.
the ride to your apartment was quiet besides the gentle hum of the radio and the beating of your heart as his hand found yours.
as he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car wordlessly before jogging over to open your door for you.
“what a gentleman.” you giggled, as you took his hand.
“only for the best.” joel smiled as he shut the car door behind you.
hand in hand, you both started the walk to the elevator. of course, joel held open every door for you- excluding the elevator button as he remembered how kevin said you loved to do so. the elevator ride was also silent, the two of you simply buzzing from the effects of each other.
as the elevator reached your floor, your smile fell a little, knowing that your time with joel was almost to an end. before you knew it, you were face to face with your door.
“so… i had a great time tonight,” you said, breaking the silence, and pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.
“me too.” he grinned at you as you pressed another kiss to his nose. “maybe we could… do it again, sometime? just us?”
you exhaled, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “yeah… i’d love that. i’d really love that.”
“great. tomorrow at seven?”
“that’s perfect.”
joel couldn’t stop smiling and neither could you. his right hand gently raised to your face, holding it gingerly as he gently leaned in.
your heart was racing, even if you both had just made out an hour prior. just like before, fireworks were exploding in every nerve in your body as his lips touched yours. you felt like you were floating.
the kiss seemed to be too short as he softly pulled away, “i’ll see you at seven. goodnight, baby.” giving your hand a squeeze, he waved as you went inside your apartment.
you slid against the door, a blush covering your cheeks. you couldn’t believe that joel had just kissed you. you felt so giddy.
you fished your phone out of your pocket and immediately sent a text to kevin.
to kevin mccallister 🏒: i owe you one. thank you so much<3 guess who has a date tomorrow @ 7 !! spoiler- me 😌
as if on cue, your phone dinged. confused as kevin never replies that fast, you looked at your phone again, immediately breaking out in a smile.
from joel 🥰: you’re an absolute dream. just left and i can’t get enough of you. can’t wait to see you tomorrow💞
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Bionicle Book 5 Quotes That Stick Out To Me
“But the Matoran –” “What are the Matoran to me?” snapped the entity. “They are but the living. I am life. Behold.” The being raised an arm and a stream of energized protodermis flowed from its hand. It struck a tiny buzzing insect that flew near the ceiling. The Toa watched in awe as the insect metamorphosized, growing to a thousand times its original size, its wingspan easily 200 feet across, its stinger replaced by a jaw filled with metallic teeth. It dove at the assembled Toa Metru. “Scatter!” shouted Vakama. “Together we are too easy a target!” Nuju aimed an ice bolt at the flying monstrosity. The creature responded by flapping its wings so fast they became a blur. The ice projectile stopped just short of the beast and rebounded toward Nuju, striking the Toa of Ice squarely and knocking him off his feet. “Interesting,” murmured the protodermis entity. “Its defense mechanisms have been enhanced, so that wing vibration generates a field capable of reflecting back force hurled against it.” “This isn’t some experiment!” Whenua shouted, narrowly avoiding another pass by the mutated insect. “This is real!” “As real as the Metru Nui Archives?” replied the entity. “Did you worry about the feelings of the lesser beings you caged and studied and gawked at? No, Toa. I am as far beyond you as you are from the lowliest Rahi. You are all insects to me.” - Page 35
Umm... What does the protodermis Toa mean?
Edit: Okay, I just finished the chapter and the Toa are so f*cking savage, even to superior godlike beings that are literal forces of the universe. They used the protodermis Toa’s arrogance and emotions to outsmart it and ultimately defeat it. Are the Matoran then really “but the living”, or is that just the Protodermis Toa’s arrogance because he’s a god-like being? If the Toa Metru could defeat such an otherworldly being, then perhaps what he said wasn’t true.
“The wrath of a puddle,” said Nuju. “That might be amusing. Show us, creature, just how angry a pail of water can become.” - Nuju, Page 36
“I think this is the part where we ‘lesser beings’ are supposed to scream and run away,” said Onewa. “You know what we do with rock in Po-Metru, friend?” The Toa of Stone sent his elemental powers against the entity’s creation. Instantly, the legs crumbled beneath the rock monster. “We smash it.” Another wave of power and the arms detached neatly and fell to the floor. “We carve it.” A final burst of energy and the rock creature crumbled to dust. “And sometimes we just give up...” Onewa said. Concentrating, he drew the rock dust and shattered pieces back together to form a boulder. “And start over again.” Onewa folded his arms and looked at the protodermis entity. “But then, we’re not on your level, are we?” - Onewa, Page 36 - 37
“I would have thought a superior being would have better aim,” he shouted. “Or do you only fight through pawns?” - Vakama, Page 37
“Well, bury you,” said Matau. “Us, we are not much for rock-blankets.” - Matau, Page 37
“Such a waste,” Nokama said, shaking her head sadly. “Makuta, the Karzahni, and now this... so much power, so much knowledge, but no spirit – only the drive to destroy.” - Nokama, Page 38
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HOW TO FIX YOUR CC DOORS AND WINDOWS by Xineas
**NOTE: This is a tutorial written by my wonderful husband who got tired of hearing me complain about the broken CC windows and figured out how to fix them. Feel free to share this around. I am hoping for a batch fix but in the meanwhile, if you can calculate, you can fix the windows yourself. If you have questions, feel free to send me an ask and we will get back to you.**
The issue:
EA added a "ModelResourceCutout" item for every object that needs to cut out a piece of wall to show up correctly. The actual object is actually there, you can see the door handles in the example picture above. (beautiful doors by @peacemaker-ic )
The Sims4Studio developer is working hard to get a batch fix working so the creators don't have to manually add the correct values for each item, but it's unsure when this'll be ready and if it will fix all windows and doors. Some are quite eccentric from a shape perspective, meaning ROUND, CURVED or otherwise not a rectangle.
All that is needed is a bit of math and a bunch of trial and error. Oh, and patience is useful. I'm warning you, doing this 40 times over is tedious, but once you get the hang of it, it's easy. You just need to do a bit of basic math and to be able to think in 2 dimensional space.
The math
There are three height variants when it comes to walls. Short = 3 units high Medium = 4 units high Tall = 5 units high
Regular walls are 1 unit wide, diagonal walls are Sqrt(2) wide (Pythagorean theorem), which is 1,414. When making these cutouts, 1 decimal place accuracy is generally plenty. The frames of the doors and windows give you a little wiggle room. When you are making more interesting shapes, use 2 or 3 decimal places to give yourself a bit more accuracy.
Let's apply this magic to a real world example. EA wants you to add an item called "ModelCutoutResource" item to your object, which consists of any given number of lines in a 2D plane. Remember, this is a 2 dimensional cutout, depth is nonexistent, it just cuts out the whole wall, wherever we tell it to by connecting the dots.
Each line consists of two points, a start and an end. I could tell you how to do it all day long, but doing it and getting it are more important. On to the example. This door with it's entire frame is 2 units wide and about 2.4 units high. You want your cutout to be IN THE FRAME, however. If you put your cutout at the outside edge, you will have an ugly gap on the sides of the frame an nobody wants that. So guesstimate (or extract from Blender, but I have no 3D modeling knowledge so will not go into that) the correct values, place your objects in game on a blank wall, look at them from the side and put a ruler to your screen if that makes your life easier.
With our door here we need to make a rectangular cutout. This is easy, just 4 points to define. The points do in fact have a third value (x,y,z) but the z-value is always 0. Perhaps EA has wild plans with this in the future, but for now every single z-value is 0.
Using our gathered knowledge, we can now define 4 clear edges for our door. I always start bottom left, it's a habit, it doesn't matter, as long as you make a loop with your lines.
Your lines will now be as follows:
A to B, B to C, C to D and D to A. Let's put this into Sims 4 Studio.
Editing the package:
Open your package in Sims 4 Studio.
Select the Warehouse tab.
Select the Model item (don't do anything with it, just click it, this way S4S knows the "Instance" value and you don't have to copy-paste it)
>>> projects which have a separate model for diagonal walls will have TWO model items, you will have to make a cutout resource for both, which their respective instance values.
Click the ADD button bottom left.
Select the type ModelCutoutResource, check that the Instance is the same as your Model and smash the OK button. You will now have a new Resource called "ModelCutoutResource", all the way at the bottom. So scroll down and click it. ;) You will see "Edges", which we'll be adding soon. But first, very important, your cutout will not work if this is not set correctly..... Set "Version" from 00000000 to 00000001.
Now click the "Edit items..." button so we can add the edges with our previously done math.
For objects that are rectangle, just click the add button 4 times, then we can fill them in.
Each "Edge" has a PointA and PointB, which I've shown in the image below for A, B, C and D.
We can now fill in the values.
Make sure to destinguish commas and periods. Very important. Periods are used for decimal values, commas are used to separate values. Click Save. Then click Save again.
If you have multiple doors/windows that are the exact same shape, LUCKY YOU, click the export button to export your "ModelCutoutResource" resource and save it as a binary. This way you don't have to keep entering tedious coordinates into PointA and PointB. On your next door/window you can then select Model, add the ModelCutoutResource, select it and then click the import button to import your previously exported binary. This way you can skip all the other steps and make your life easy.
CHECK AGAIN: - "Instance" value is the same for Model and ModelCutoutResource - "Version" of your ModelCutoutResource is set to 00000001 and NOT 00000000
Test it in-game:
Did you do it correctly? Check it in game. When I fix a set for my wife's simblr, I usually first place all items in my game, then scribble some calculations on a piece of paper, then edit the packages and then check in game at the end. Then you can do some minor adjustments if necessary and fix those before doing a final inspection.
Once you get the hang of it, it is easy. You get a feeling quite quickly for which numbers make sense and which don't. Plus, if you do it wrong, it will just show you a weird cutout in the game and you learn from it.
Now on to the more interesting objects, curves and circles:
Windows, doors and arches which have curves are no different, they just have more points and thus more lines/edges you need to connect to make a loop. You can even make two loops if your window or door needs two cutouts.
For these more 'advanced' cutouts, it does help if you have at least some knowledge of Trigonometry. It certainly makes your life easier if you're going to attempt this. I studied in Uni to become a Maths teacher, so that's clearly an advantage. You at least need to understand how to find out points on a circle to make arches.
Alternatively, you can export the coordinates from Blender, but that's not my cup of tea.
I'll make a separate tutorial on round or arched cutouts.
**So again, all thanks to my husband for this tutorial... please pass it forward. You don’t need meshing knowledge, math will get you through it... oh and also, @peacemaker-ic if the batch fix doesn’t work out, let us know.**
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