Get to know me
[useless info edition]
Thank you @papiermaker for tagging me!
1. What do you have under your bed?
Dust bunnies! There could be a few hair accessories too.
2. Favorite candy? (be very specific if possible)
I actually don’t know what these things are called. They’re roasted pecans with caramel, coated by white chocolate. They’re absolutely awful for teeth. I always brush and floss when after I’ve had them.
3. Describe your favorite shirt:
A black long sleeve cotton/nylon blend shirt, boatneck.
4. The last thing you drew/doodled was:
A very friendly-looking guy in my last meeting this afternoon. He had a hairstyle that reminded me of someone who used to be really into Nu Metal when it was in style in the 2000s. I didn’t draw him in jest, just interested in people.
5. Are you completely sober rn?
I am a chronically-sober individual. I don’t like drinking and weed makes me irritable. I have some chocolate mushrooms in the fridge that I keep forgetting about though.
6. What’s the one thing that annoys you more than anything?
Folks who look at a point in history (i.e.: the history of Egypt, Rome, the Founding Fathers, the 1950s, Reagan’s presidency, etc.) and create their own narrative based on ideals rather than historical accounts and testimony. Efforts to “conserve tradition”.
7. Have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter?
Not myself, but as a kid I accidentally tricked a peer who wasn’t familiar with (stupid) physical comedy, apparently. He imitated me after I told him not to, and he got his tongue stuck. I feel bad about it still.
8. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?
Washington state, touring properties so I can get out of here.
9. What was the single last word you spoke?
Safe. As in, “Okay. Be safe”
Tag whoever you’d like to know better (no pressure!):
@inthesimsies (who is brand new here-- welcome!), @sloedancing, @plasticfoundation, @babblingstacey , @minty-plumbob, @pixelbasil, @introvertedfox
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what I was talking abt earlier. we have fully looped back around and away from feminism, societally, whereas before it was very Feminism 101 to acknowledge that many parts of existing as a woman in a misogynistic society are painful and upsetting.
not that being a woman is Inherently Negative in a bubble. but that living on this earth, in the conditions we're living in, is hostile to women.
and that gender is a performance. that many of the Staples Of Femininity as accepted by society are things that you have to create and perform and mold artificially and aren't inherent, that COMPLAINING about day to day difficulties of existing as a woman is something that you're allowed to do.
acknowledging these basic, again, feminism 101 things, that something tied to womanhood is more time consuming or more expensive or more dangerous Because Of The Problems. does not CREATE the problems. that when women complain about having to perform femininity, they are not, in fact, oppressing themselves. the call does not come from inside the fucking house.
saying that you HAVE suffered does not fucking equate that you believe you SHOULD have suffered.
like I could talk about this for hours. how braindead and one-dimensional the Takes are getting. "being a woman is looking in the mirror and going fuck yeah i'm a woman" damn. I guess any negative experiences you have by living in a misogynistic world... are your fault if you are anything but positive?
"you don't actually want liberation" we've fully gone back to telling feminists "you WANT to be oppressed" when anything negative about our society is pointed out. it's not real until I say it out loud, I guess, and then I'm actually the one who caused it.
if anybody expresses any unhappiness with how they're treated or the status quo or the language and culture surrounding womanhood and femininity. they've created it, right that second. they invented it just now. it wasn't a problem before somebody complained, right?
also trans women aren't braindead zombies who just follow the flow of whatever cis women around them say. I am pretty fucking sure they are very much aware of pain, and are MORE than aware of the swirling torrent of misogyny and standards of femininity than anybody else. actually. and I am pretty sure someone complaining on tumblr that being a woman means always putting on a performance is going to make someone change their mind about transitioning. also "performing femininity" as a necessity to being treated well as a woman is not fucking NEWS to your Local Trans Woman. I AM PRETTY SURE SHE GETS THE CONCEPT. using trans women as a scapegoat for this braindead perspective on gender politics is spineless, meritless, and pathetic.
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I got upset that Nick's agency looked so rundown because RoboDad deserves better. So I fixed it up and decorated it with mods to give him a better place to live and work.
His office is still messy and disorganized but there’s a lot more storage so that everything has a proper place, it just gets moved around a lot.
Nick’s desk area now has a bunch of pictures and notes taped to the wall to help him spell out his thoughts on recent cases.
There’s also a picture of Maggie on his desk to remind him of his lady love.
His guest room looks a lot more cozy with actual sheets on the bed and pillows.
I know it’s kinda implied that it’s actually Nicks bed and Ellie sleeps upstairs, but I like to think she has her own apartment elsewhere.
Nicks new room has a big and luscious bed because he deserves to have one and no one can tell be otherwise. Let Gramps have some comfort dang it.
And there are books everywhere because Valentine seems like the type who likes to read and write. Some of those he wrote himself.
That carved duck on the dresser was a gift from a grateful client. Actually, most of the stuff he has are gifts because so doubt he’ll buy much comforts for himself.
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Galena, a Rusty Reforger & Pyrite, a Deliberate Deadeye
feat. @shroudandsands
In one of worlds fourteenfold, a hyune reforger scales the crags of Alexandria's cliffs and ruins in search of precious electrope, artifacts, and other reusable materials. A scope is trained on him, a voice in his ear, coolly reminding him to watch his footing (as if it needed to be said).
The spotter is an ex-hunter who keeps the levin-cursed monsters and defective sentries off his back with a careful eye and a dead aim. She's also his wife, which makes it that much harder for her to watch him test his scavenging prowess over the deep canyons and crumbling spires that scar the land. Trust him as she does, she has her reasons to be wary.
Galena's methods are unusual. Instead of combing the ground, he climbs. The old kingdom's ruins hide valuable artifacts and electrope caches that would be out of reach for most, but more worrying is his choice not to wear a regulator despite the many obvious dangers. Among the reforgers, it's not wholly unusual for someone to refuse a regulator, but those who know the two hyune know well: it's not a choice made lightly.
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Deep in the heart of Everkeep, Pyrite stalks the alleys of Solution Nine with a portion of the materials her husband gleaned from the old kingdom. It's how he can offer his support for the organization Pyrite now dedicates her time and talents to.
And an ex-hunter always finds ways to keep herself sharp; sentries vanish, dismantled and sold for parts in True Vue's less reputable markets. Weapons from the manufactories on the lower floors go missing and wind up in rebel hands. Credits grease the palms of the right people for the right intelligence and the doors of high clearance warehouses are left unlocked—by accident, of course.
As an agent for the rebel group Oblivion, the regulator Pyrite wears is a compromise allowing her to take advantage of Everkeep's systems while avoiding suspicion. But for all its conveniences, the regulator is also a grave reminder. Should Galena's hands ever slip, all she'll have of him is the recordings and images hidden away on encrypted data shards—assurance that they'd keep their promise never to forget again*.
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No mourning, and yet no relief from the aching holes in their memories. All they have is the hints of a loss whose shape they can identify by feeling around its dark edges: an empty room, a closet full of clothes too small for either of them. A name that Pyrite herself chose, always lingering in the back of her mind but slipping through it like a sieve. An image of shade—a face that Galena chases through dreams and wakes up with no recollection of.
Loss enough to take immortality and toss it into a canyon. Pain enough to use that immortality as a weapon against the system that stole from them something so precious it becomes their reason and their resolve. Something that would be worth dismantling a miracle.
*OOC Note: This was drafted before the Arcadion raids came out, which answers a critical question I had about the regulator mechanics. A person wearing a regulator will, in fact, remember someone who does not wear one after their death. So that final bit in Pyrite's section is wrong! Oh well.
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