#my 150 followers celebration

[ut-girl666]

huh.

well, fuck me six ways from sunday-

-i have almost 150 followers.

…

WELL NOW. IN HONOR OF THIS ACHIEVEMENT-

-I’ll list off all my OCs, and let you all ask about them! (Please do, I really really wanna talk about them.)

So here we go!!

Transformers

Ship Children

Moonglow

Whirlwind & Wildwheel

Cyanide

Silver

Rhythmwing & Jetwave

Moonbeam

MM/SB kid 3 (Unnamed)

FF/DE Kid (Unnamed)

Praxi

Ashwind & Sootrider

MM/SB kid 4 (Unnamed)

Thundertrail, Sunbolt, & Dawnrise

Auxiliary

AR/HS Kid - (Edit 12/28/22: Now named Cyanocitta)

Silverwing

Yellow Jacket

Wasp

Ledyba

Cadmium

Smokeshot

Seashot

Nyctus

Cascade

High Society

(- Also some of the most important/family.)

Duchess

Marie

Shockwave

Crimson

Ashspark

Windbreaker

Darkwarp

Bloodflight

Riverclash

Guardscale

Frostrise

Highwire

Rubybolt

Stormshock

Mistcloud

Silvallé

Soulless

Meister

Tone

Eclipsical

Evergreen

Prime Partners

Luma

Wintegreen

Lilacwing

Rescue Bots

Aqua

Ember

Flare

Litwick

Mintracer

Copper

Siren

Bloom

Ivy

Rocco

Blaze

Etc. OCs

Megatron’s parents (Unnamed)

Optimus’s parents (Unnamed)

Elita’s parents (Unnamed)

Dion & Fieron

Voxxie & Vocode

BD

Lightningtrail

Sunspace

Service & Disservice

Foxtrot

Red Devil & Purple Heart

My own OC Trine

Nitrobolt

Networth

Twilight Zone

Among Us!

Main Original Crew

Remy

Braxton

Oscar

Cayson

Yvette

Pandora

Penelope

Leon

Whitley

Blake

Ship Kids

Indigo (Unnamed)

Magenta (Unnamed)

All the similar names you’ve seen I assure are different new characters of their own I’ve made, just using a similar name bc I’m uncreative with names. And for the unnamed ones feel free to suggest some!

Just ask what information you desire for the characters of your choosing, and I shall provide. Will find an emoji ask game thing, and will rb that to use too. Also may include a pic of them, depends because I don’t have them all made yet. -w-

This will be available on both this blog, and my side blog @tf-girl666, to more easily keep track of them so they don’t get lost into the abyss, and and bc this is technically my original content.

Have fun!

#transformers #maccadam #g1 #celebration #150 followers #almost #qna time #qna #my 150 followers celebration #ask me anything #have fun! #ut’s og trash post #my ocs #ask game #ut talks

[rutadales]

sorry is this a bad time

#root talks #I got excited.... I got 150 followers again I simply wanted to celebrate HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN #discourse #this is what the past like 3 hours have felt like I've been mostly offline drawing my thing 😭 #dtblr #anyway... go check out my dtiys ig 😭😭

[abluehappyface]

Omg look!!!

I just got 150 followers! That's 150 (supposedly) real people! How did this happen!?

Thank you guys so much! Big shout out to all my mutuals! I love you guys more than I could ever express! /gen

So as a celebration of sorts, how about a Q&A session? Ask me any questions you want and I'll answer accordingly! I may even ask you something in return!

Have a great rest of your week!

@motsimages @magicalgirlpropaganda @mango-frog @nucg5040 @bip-po @caniscreamintoanabyss @castanets @lesserbeans @leafboy-the-great @lixiesbabyhands @lordterronus @k4ndi-c0spl4y3r @kinokomynx @just-a-rainy-child @he-was-beautiful @hecho-a-mano @funkyfrogofficial @seafoam-blues @semisentient-entity @superchocovian @siegesquirrel42 @sophie-i-guess13 @soulless-paper-bag @space-frog-boy @pastelkonpeito @insertusernamethatsnottaken @the-cinnamon-snail @the-kneesbees @that-bastard-with-all-the-bones @reblogging-corner @rude-occurrence @womensrightsstegosaurus @22ndcenturyschizoidman @starri-collective

#bluey's 150 Q&A #bluey's celebration! #bluey's very happy :) #bluey's honestly surprised #bluey's milestones #bluey's q&a #bluey's silliness #bluey's fun posts! #bluey's nonsense #my post #my stuff #150 followers #abluehappyface

[fleuraimer]

.

#evelyn speaks #there’s nearly 150 of u now #like #what r y’all doing #following silly little me?? #anywho #i wanted to do something special for 100 but then we surpassed that RQ #so now ig we’re celebrating 150 but idk HOW #like a poll? #let y’all pick the next concept? #or something different? #idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ #but none of this is to say i’m not unbelievably grateful for ur support #seeing y’all’s notes reblogs and replies literally make my f*cking day like it’s actually unreal #and i would love to do something special for you guys i js don’t know WHAT!! #idk if u have any ideas lmk #i literally always wanna talk w you guys it makes me feel so happy

[maddy-ferguson]

today's my 1dversary #11yearsagotoday

#don't ask me how i know. jk i'll tell you #they were just on this radio show that i listened to all the time. like every day. they weren't on the show every day but i listened to the #show every day and i wasn't interested in them AT ALLL like a few days before my friend who would go on to ghost me (10 years later) and i #were talking about them and we were like we are NOT like other girls (we said that like verbatim) we're not dumb girly girls who are into #one direction...and then well. i mean i literally listened to i want to write you a song and history this morning and i'm talking about my #1dversary an anniversary i celebrate every year. so yeah i know because it was a thursday and i went back and checked the date and then for #the rest of the year and the year after on the 11th of each month i would be like omg! 10 months of directionism! today is my 132nd month #ig. 150 in a year and a half! #i was a super fan of that radio show and it's literally so embarrassing like oh my god i really should not have been listening to that at.. #i started listening to this and another one i really liked at NINE YEARS OLD and oh my god. whatever youre imagining it was definitely that #and probably worse like if i found out that a 9-year-old i knew listened to that i would kill myself maybe. but it was just me so it's fine #the way i celebrate it every year is by saying the following words: today's my 1dversary #and like i say: brf slt

[melanielocke]

I've not got the chance to send a proper ask until now, but congratulations for 150 followers, Nina!!!

I'm very glad you're on this hellsite and in the tsc/tlh fandom, with all you've done and in the general special sense of being mutuals <3

So I thought, perhaps:

💭 for Edwin and Robin (I checked A Marvelous Light after I saw your recommendation btw, and generally enjoyed it!)

📃 whatever fic/story you worked on last, tell me how's it going and how do you feel about it? :3

And lastly, ✨ if I wish to send you a cute little gif of your favorite animal, what animal would that be?

I hope it's not much, and I wish you have a great week ahead of you! Congrats! 🥳

💭 I love them! I relate to Edwin especially (and am pretty sure he's autistic), but generally they're a very sweet and at times awkward couple which really stands in contrast with what will come in the later books (Hawthorn especially, since his romance story will essentially be asshole x asshole).

📃 I am currently working on an as of yet untitled m/m fantasy romance set in a world inspired by ancient Greece and the Roman empire.

The main character is Marius, the autistic husband of the Vallerican emperor. He is Kristeian originally, and his homeland was conquered by Vallerica not long after he was born. It was Marius' father who made this all possible by betraying his country, which is why they're close enough to the imperial royal family that Marius got to marry into that family.

When unrest and rebel activity in Kristeia becomes impossible to ignore, Marius volunteers to go back home and see if he calm down his people. While he understands their anger, and believes Kristeia should be free, he does not think that is realistic and worries that rebellion will only get a lot of people killed.

Lysander is a gladiator, fighting for people's entertainment rather than for the empire. But he's also a rebel, and wants nothing more than free his homeland and restore it to the way it used to be, something he's only heard in his parents' stories. When Marius comes to Kristeia, Lysander and his sister kidnap Marius with the idea of ransoming him back to the emperor in exchange for Kristeia's freedom.

Marius will have to choose between his husband, and what is right for his people, and in the cave system where he's held captive he discovers signs of an ancient weapon, something that might give Kristeia a fighting chance against the empire.

I am currently editing my first draft (nearly finished) and am really loving it. Marius is a very sweet and soft character, but at the same time he's lived in a position of immense privilege and has to figure out how to do what's right. Emperor Ambrosius was an interesting villain to develop because he's also Marius' husband and Marius loves him at the start of the story, so I had to develop him properly to show why Marius loved him, even if that love is misguided and the relationship is very unhealthy and unequal.

There's magic too! Essentially, in Kristeia everyone has magic (In Vallerica it's a bit more restricted) and it's given to people through a ritual when they're babies. Powers are typically small and limited. Marius' power is related to time. Specifically, he can reverse time a limited amount of times for up to five minutes, which is very helpful because he's autistic and in an environment with little room for error, so when he messes up, he can reverse time and try again. He can also slow down time and speed it up. Lysander's power is that he's immune to magic (unless he allows it in, for example to be healed), so when Marius reverses time he remembers everything and when Marius slows down or speeds up and Lysander is in his proximity, he'll join Marius at his speed. And Ambrosius (the emperor) can read a person's desire by touching them, and his biggest limitation is that he only reads one desire at the time and it's a little random what it is.

My biggest struggle is the title. For some books, it's easy. For example the Witch in the Woods is an obvious title since it's pretty much about a witch in the woods (and it refers to both the wicked witch and Gretel). Whereas with this book? There's a lot going on, there's magic, but that's not the main plot, there's romance, rebellion, what should the title even refer to? If someone has any title ideas pleas send them my way

✨ This is a difficult question but lately I did work on the Stars Collide a little and introduced Rostam being obsessed with penguins so I'm going to go with penguins

#styx' ask #nina's 150 follower celebration #ask answered #a marvellous light #am writing #my wips

[youaresimplylovely]

Fashion n' Cars

Pairings: F1 Grid x Verstappen!Supermodel!Reader Summary: Max Verstappen has a sister who is a famous supermodel but what happens when other F1 drivers start taking interest in her? Warnings: None! fc: Emily Ratajkwoski Proofread!! A/N: Happy 150 followerssss, this is a special post for celebrating our 150 followers. I js wanna say thank you so much for all the support and appreciation. I really do appreciate it, your feedbacks and comments makes my heart flutter. I promise to always give you the best i can and here's to many more <3 and again if u want to be added on my taglist u can input ur user on this form ^^ https://forms.gle/4Pk1HSDjTEg51Xo79

part two part three

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maxverstappen1 beautiful but 4th pic was not necessary schat

ynverstappen im a model. It's my job. 😁

maxverstappen1 i'm sorry?? actually no im not sorry, why are you in my sister's instagram??? @charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc magnifique

ynverstappen thank you cha ^_^

maxverstappen1 stay away from my sister.

user not max being protective HAHAHAHAH

user GRAAAA MILANO FASHION WEEK + YN = FIREEEE

user omg did charles js comment :000

f1 can't wait to see you back on track Y/N

maxverstappen1 to see me win 😎

ynverstappen 😂🫡

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ynverstappen me n' fashion n' cars p.s a big congrats to my brother and to uncle nando and to pierre for a great race <3

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maxverstappen1 dank je schat but where's my picture?

ynverstappen graag gedaan and no <3

fernandoalo_official muchas gracias ☺

pierregasly merci ma belle, c'est merveilleux de te voir à la course

maxverstappen1 back off second french guy

pierregasly you don't speak french.

maxverstappen1 google translate exists.

landonorris was nice seeing you Y/N 🤗

maxverstappen1 stop flirting with my sister kid.

lewishamilton if you're ever looking for a new last name, Hamilton will suit you darling 😍

maxverstappen1 i will crash into you the next race.

carlossainz55 Te ves perfecta en rojo mi amor

maxverstappen1 you're second on my list of "drivers to crash" 😊

user SHUT UP I CAN'T MAX REPLYING TO THE DRIVERS COMMENTS IS SO FUNNY HAHHAHAHA

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ynverstappen he's handsome af

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part One of Rock Star Eddie and Baker Steve wrong number AU

Link to Part Two

Eddie's got dubious history with picture messages. Only a very small group of people have his number, considering he's the front man of a multimillion best selling metal band, he doesn't ever want his number to be public knowledge.

So yeah, picture message from and unknown number? Dubious.

Eddie's had enough dick and...vag...pics in his time that he, honestly, doesn't really want another. But when the picture is followed by a message, "were you thinking something like this?"

Well, Eddie's a curious guy. So, committing himself to the idea that this might be new number time, again, he opens the message.

To be confronted with a cake. A really fucking cool cake actually, it's got a car dashing around a muddy track on top with a big '5' in the middle. All of it looks edible, made out of...cake stuff. Eddie has no idea what it is, but it looks delicious.

"One layer chocolate, one layer red velvet? I can do any combination of flavours you want."

Well. Eddie isn't anything but impulsive and he was trying to figure out what the fuck to do for the 'quiet' celebration they were planning for going platinum. Again.

"I think you have the wrong number'" Eddie types, "but I definitely want to order a cake from you."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, unsolicited cake pics are the worst 😉"

And Eddie can't help it, he laughs, and types back, "if I told you I wanted three tiers of the darkest, spookiest, cherry chocolate what would you come up with?"

It takes a couple of minutes, but Eddie's phone pings twice in quick succession, the first picture is of a spooky orange cake clearly Halloween themed, covered in ghosts and skeletons and stuff. The second is jet black and has a coffin on top that looks like it's leaking green corrosive stuff and Eddie nearly throws his phone in excitement. "That! The second one!"

"🤣 that's an old pic, I was just starting out then, but everything is edible, the green slime is made out of jello"

"Where are you based and can you make it for the 15th? I'll get a courier to collect."

"Sure thing, how many portions? And I need a deposit up front. I'll do chocolate ganache and cherry filling."

"Errr...like, 150? Maybe?"

Eddie sits and watches as the dots appear and disappear, appear and disappear, and then there's a pic.

It's a selfie of the most beautiful man he's ever seen. And he's standing in a kitchen, holding a cake pan. Suddenly Eddie's phone is ringing in his hand and he is panicking because beautiful man is calling him. "Hello?"

"Hey, man, it's Steve, the cake guy?". Eddie assumes he makes an affirmative noise because Steve keeps talking, "anyway, that cake pan I'm holding is literally the largest one I own, even if I did three tiers, no way will it cater that many, I'm a small business, you know, it's just me. I can recommend you some companies I know would do a great job."

But then, Eddie will never get to talk to beautiful man ever again, "what if you made like, three cakes?". He asks desperately.

There's a long beat of silence on the phone, "I mean, in theory, I mean, it might cost you more than-"

"I'll pay it. I'll pay double, for, inconvenience, or whatever-"

And oh no, beautiful man has the most beautiful laugh too. Eddie's fucked. He's so fucked.

"I'll raise you, two cakes and fifty muffins?" Steve laughs again, and Eddie laughs right along with him.

Steve grabs his phone when it pings, hoping for Eddie. It is Eddie. It's a selfie from the neck down, like always, Steve still doesn't know what the guy looks like, but Eddie's wearing a deep red shirt that he's clearly just dumped a whole cup of coffee down, "hope your days going better than mine, sweetheart,"

Steve sends back a selfie with a lump of uncooperative modelling fondant in the background, "that depends, can you tell what this is supposed to be?"

Steve's pretty sure it's wierd to talk to a customer every day, but he's started to find he's looking forward to Eddie's messages. Even when they turn flirty. Especially when they turn flirty, maybe.

And maybe it's not exactly professional that Steve's found a lot of reasons to call Eddie. He just, needs to get this right, and if Eddie wants chocolate covered cherries on the cupcakes, well, Steve needs to call him and check, right? Right.

Steve heads out into the lounge with flour on his nose and a mixing bowl under his arm, Dustin, Lucas and Max are sprawled on the couch, El lying on the floor. He can hear Mike and Will fucking around outside. He spoons up some cherry mixture, "hey will you try-"

"Shhhhhhhh!"

Well. Rude. Steve looks to the interview they're watching on the TV. It's some metal band Steve vaguely recognises, and when the lead guy speaks...Steve has to sit down. Because that sounds a lot like-

"So, Eddie," the show host guy starts, and Steve's knees would go weak of he wasn't already sitting down. He's certain his stomach has left the building. "Seeing anyone?"

Eddie laughs, says no, but the band mate next to him makes a show of nudging Eddie and sharing a look.

The host picks up on it immediately, "so there is someone," Eddie's still shaking his head, but he's got a shy smile on his face that makes Steve feel like he's melting. "Come on Eddie, give us something."

"It's not a thing," Eddie flaps his hands, "don't make it a thing."

"Oh it's a thing alright," the audience laugh, "come on, give us something!"

Eddie looks uncomfortable for a second before shrugging, "they, uhm, they make the most amazing cakes you've ever seen."

#eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #baking #baker steve Harrington #rock star eddie munson #wrong number au #fan fic author #my fic writing #fan fic stuff #fan fiction

[joelmillerisapunk]

Pregame Play

Dbf!Joel Miller x reader

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↳ wordcount: 934

↳ summary: During a game day gathering at your house, one thing leads to another, and you find yourself in the bathroom with Joel Miller, one of your dads best friends. As you cross the goal line, you're with a newfound understanding of your own desires

↳ warnings: 18+, daddy!Joel, dom!Joel, unprotected p in v, usage of "baby girl, good girl, daddy, slut, whore"

↳ authors notes: in celebration of 150 followers in the week I've been here 🥹 I wrote this lil piece. I love you all sm!

It's game day, and as always, your dad and his friends take up the entire living room to watch the game. You usually just make yourself scarce and hide in your room, but a girl gets thirsty. As you make your way down to the kitchen, you can hear the muffled sounds of their laughter and cheers coming from the living room.

You bend over to grab a drink from the fridge when suddenly, you feel a hand on your hip. You jump, startled, and turn around to see Joel smirking at you.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here," he says, his voice low and husky.

You take a step back, feeling a thrill run down your spine. "Joel, what are you doing?"

Joel raises an eyebrow, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm admiring the view darlin’."

You feel overwhelmingly nervous and self-conscious. "Joel, please."

But Joel doesn't seem to be listening. He steps closer to you, his hands both now on your waist. "You know, your daddy wouldn't like you showin’ off like this."

You bite your lip, feeling a surge of excitement. "Maybe he wouldn't, but I know you do."

Joel's eyes smolder with intensity as he presses you against the wall, his powerful body dominating yours. A husky growl rumbles in his chest as he declares, "I've been craving you, and now I'm going to have you. But first, you need to understand who's in control. I'm your daddy now, and you'll submit to my every desire." His words hang heavy with dark promise, awakening a primal hunger deep within you. You gasp as he lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Meet me in the bathroom," he says, not meaning it as an option.

You watch as Joel disappears down the hallway, your heart racing in your chest. You feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness, unsure of what to expect. You've never done anything like this before, and you can't believe that you're actually considering following him into the bathroom. But as you stand there, your legs feeling like jelly, you realize that you want this. You want Joel, and you want to be his. You want to be his, to do whatever he wants you to do.

Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself and follow after him. As you enter the bathroom, you see Joel standing there, his pants already undone. He looks at you with a mixture of desire and command, and you know that you're his.

"C’mere," he growls.

You obey, walking over to him and letting him pull you into him. His hands are rough as they grab at your body, you can feel his erection pressing against you.

"You're my pretty little slut now, and I'm going to fuck you like one."

You gasp as he begins to slip off your skirt, his fingers brushing against your skin. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your body responding to Joel's touch. He pulls your pants down, roughly grabbing your ass as he does so. You let out a soft moan as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes you against the bathroom wall

"Quiet," Joel growls. "Don't want anyone to hear how good you're gonna take my cock."

You nod your head, trying to keep as quiet as possible as Joel's fingers brush against your wetness, he aligns his cock with your entrance. You can feel yourself trembling with anticipation, your body begging for him to fill you up.

He doesn't make you wait any longer, pushing inside you with one swift thrust. You let out a muffled moan as he fills you up, stretching you out in the most delicious way possible. Joel's thrusts are rough and demanding, his hips slapping against yours as he takes you roughly from behind. You can feel every inch of him inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots as he pounds into you.

Joel's hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back as he pounds into you. You can feel his breath against your neck, hot and heavy as he fucks you. "Take it," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Take my cock like the dirty little whore you are."

You moan, unable to keep quiet as Joel fucks you rough and raw. His thrusts relentless, and you can feel every inch of him deep inside you.

"That's right," he growls, his hand tightening in your hair. "Use it to come, use that cock to come." You do, letting out a muffled scream as you come around Joel's cock. He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reaches his own release. He holds onto you for a moment longer, his breathing heavy as he catches it.

As you both finish, Joel looks at you with dark eyes. "Remember, you're mine now," he says, his voice low and commanding. "And I'll be back for more." He roughly pulls out of you, adjusting his pants as he heads towards the door. You can't help but feel a pang of disappointment as he leaves, but you know that it's only a matter of time before he returns. And when he does, you'll be ready for him. Ready to be his slut, ready to do and be whatever he wants.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you adjust your own clothes. You can still feel the echoes of Joel's touch, the memory of his roughness and dominance. And you know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #daddy!joel miller

[twinsimming]

Level Up! Video Game Skill by Twinsimming 🎮

Happy New Year 🥳 Here's my first mod for 2024!!

This mod expands on The Sims 3's hidden Video Game skill by making it similar to the skill of the same name in The Sims 4.

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Requirements

This mod requires The Sims 3: University Life.

Overview

New Video Games

Tournaments

Stadium Tournaments

New Moodlets

Video Games

Sims can now play all 6 computer games available in The Sims 3, regardless of their Nerd Influence level. They also have access to 9 additional computer games from The Sims 4. All of these games will raise their hidden Video Game skill.

If you have @olomaya's Voidcritters mod installed, your sims can also “Play Voidcritters” on the computer to level up their Voidcritters skill along with their hidden Video Game skill.

The “Play Chess” interaction has been moved out of the “Play Video Game…” pie menu to avoid it getting lost among all of the new options.

Tournaments

Teen and older sims with level 2 hidden Video Game skill or higher can compete in video game tournaments on the computer. There are five tiers of tournament, each costing more in entry fees and being harder to win, but offering larger cash prizes.

The tournament tiers, required levels, lengths, entry costs, prize amounts, and chances of winning are as follows:

Amateur (Level 2) - 2 hours, §25 entry fee, 1st Place (§150), 2nd Place (§100), 3rd Place (§50), 40% chance of winning

Novice (Level 4) - 3 hours, §50 entry fee, 1st Place (§450), 2nd Place (§300), 3rd Place (§150), 35% chance of winning

Semi Pro (Level 6) - 4 hours, §75 entry fee, 1st Place (§750), 2nd Place (§600), 3rd Place (§450), 30% chance of winning

Pro (Level 8) - 5 hours, §100 entry fee, 1st Place (§1050), 2nd Place (§900), 3rd Place (§750), 25% chance of winning

Elite (Level 10) - 6 hours, §125 entry fee, 1st Place (§3000), 2nd Place (§1500), 3rd Place (§1000), 20% chance of winning

If your sim cancels the tournament interaction for any reason (mood failure, buff timeout, etc.) they will automatically forfeit the tournament. But they can enter a new tournament right away without a cooldown.

Placing in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd grants positive moodlets (Winner!, Runner Up, or Bronze Baby), along with prize money. If your sim doesn’t make the podium, they don’t get anything but a negative custom moodlet called Loser.

Win or lose, your sim won’t be able to compete in another tournament until their moodlet expires.

Certain traits can either increase or decrease your chance of winning a video game tournament by 5% (note: this value stacks the more traits your sim has):

Increased Chance Traits - Lucky and Computer Whiz

Decreased Chance Traits - Unlucky, Absent Minded, and Loser

A sim’s hidden Video Game skill and hidden Arcade Machine skill also factor into their overall winning chance.

Stadium Tournaments

If your sim is at least level 6 in the hidden Video Game skill, they can compete in video game tournaments held at the stadium rabbithole on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays @ 1:00pm.

There are Semi Pro, Pro, and Elite level tournaments available, with a slightly higher entrance fee than computer tournaments, but they offer much more prize money and celebrity points if your sim comes in 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place.

The chances of winning these tournaments is the same as their computer tournament equivalent listed above.

Semi Pro Stadium Tournament (Level 6) - 4 hours, §150 entry fee, 1st Place (§3000), 2nd Place (§2000), 3rd Place (§1500)

Pro Stadium Tournament (Level 8) - 5 hours, §175 entry fee, 1st Place (§6500), 2nd Place (§5000), 3rd Place (§3500)

Elite Stadium Tournament (Level 10) - 6 hours, §200 entry fee, 1st Place (§10000), 2nd Place (§8500), 3rd Place (§7000)

New Moodlets

*Winner!: Given when a sim comes in 1st place in a video game tournament, lasts 8 hours, +25 mood

*An existing moodlet that is repurposed for this mod.

Runner Up: Given when a sim comes in 2nd place in a video game tournament, lasts 8 hours, +15 mood

Bronze Baby: Given when a sim comes in 3rd place in a video game tournament, lasts 8 hours, +5 mood

Loser: Given when a sim fails to place in a video game tournament, lasts 8 hours, -25 mood

Tuning

All of the tunable values can be found on the mod download page under the header “Tuning”.

Mod Recommendation

I recommend using Dandelion Sprout's Unhide Hidden Skills mod to track your sim's hidden Video Game and Arcade Machine skills.

Conflicts & Known Issues

This is a new script mod so there shouldn’t be any conflicts.

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 3 and The Sims 4, Visual Studio 2019, ILSpy, s3pe, Notepad++, and Script Mod Template Creator.

Thank You

Thank you to @simbouquet for extracting the video files and answering all of my questions!

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[eretzyisrael]

This account, first published in JewishNews, is written by an anonymous London-based Guardian employee who has family living on a kibbutz in southern Israel. It offers a look at life in the newspaper’s offices in the days since Hamas’s attack on Israel.

I wake up on October 7 to a text from my brother-in-law: “Thoughts are with your family in Israel. I hope everyone is safe.”

I check the news. Hamas has entered southern Israel. They’re in a kibbutz. My partner’s family is in that kibbutz. His cousin is nine months pregnant. He’s in contact with them; they’re in the safe room. Terrorists are outside.

I check social media. Reports of hostages, maybe three. I check again; perhaps ten.

There has been a massacre at a music festival. I look at the video. Who do I know there? I check social media again; there are videos of hostages. I look at their faces. Do I know them?

We lose contact with family in the kibbutz. I tell myself that the phone lines are down because the IDF are there. I watch Hamas footage as it is coming out. I go on Telegram for the first time in my life and I see a room full of bodies covered in blood. I see children gunned down. I see the bodies of raped women. I see families holding each other as Hamas livestreams atrocities. I look for people I might know.

My partner and I walk 30,000 steps. There’s nothing we can do. Late that evening we hear that his family is safe but their house is gone, neighbors are dead.

I don’t understand. I could have easily been there and part of me thinks I was.

I look at the papers the next day. The newspaper I work for has a tank on the front page: ‘Hundreds die and hostages held as Hamas assault shocks Israel’—victorious terrorists hold a Palestinian flag. The subheading reads ‘Netanyahu declares war as 150 Israelis die. 230 Palestinians killed in air strikes.’

I don’t understand. I know people, Israelis, who were murdered. They did not “die,” as if in some kind of accident. I saw footage of terrorism. It was not an “assault.”

The front page of The Observer, The Guardian’s sister Sunday newspaper, on October 8, the day after the Hamas massacre. (via The Observer)

On Sunday, we get more information about what happened to my partner’s family, about how Hamas set the family’s house on fire when they thought it was empty, how my partner’s cousin screamed for her life when the room filled with smoke, how her husband had to pin her down to stop her cries, how Hamas laughed when they realized the family would need to crawl out of the room, how they refused to leave the burning building. We hear that they somehow survived and walked out through pools of their neighbors’ blood, pieces of dead children littering the street; kids who’d been playing on a Saturday morning.

I’m safe, I’m fine, but I can’t comprehend the color of the sky or the rustle of the trees. I look around at people enjoying their Sunday and I think: Do they not know what is happening? I check the news again and see there are more hostages. I look through the names.

There are still terrorists in Israel.

I listen to the radio, one Israeli interviewee and then one Palestinian. I can hear that the interviewer is struggling as defenders of Hamas justify terrorism. I don’t understand. Is this how they reported the Russian invasion of Ukraine? Did they platform Putin’s people?

I check social media. A friend has posted: “They’ve broken out of jail.” Another has said: “Today is a day of celebration,” and someone else has shared an infographic of “Settler colonialism for beginners.” My old flatmate tells her followers she will be at the demonstration outside the Israeli embassy and she invites people to join her.

On Monday I go to work. How are your family, a colleague asks. When I answer, she squirms. Can’t they just leave, my colleague says. No, they can’t actually.

I look at the morning newsletter for the newspaper I work for. It breaks down the number of dead Palestinian children. It does not mention dead Israeli children.

My group chats are exploding as family and friends work out what has been happening, who is alive. I go back to the news. I type the name of the kibbutz into the wires. Nothing. I read how Hamas invaded “settlements.” They’re not settlements! They’re small, pre-state kibbutzim.

I find out that a friend of a friend was at the music festival and is missing. I’m shaking at work.

I see a colleague who had posted about “decolonization” all over social media over the weekend. They’re laughing with the rest of their team. They’re having a great day. I used to love their podcast, full of hot takes and celeb gossip. Now they’ve evolved into an expert on the Middle East. It doesn’t look like their family is in the middle of it, though.

No one else at work speaks to me about it. I nod my way through conversations about fonts and I stumble home.

I go back the next day. I look at the front page. A photo of Gaza and “violence escalates.” Israelis “dead” but Palestinians “killed.” If they can’t empathize with the Jews now, they never will.

I email the editors. I tell them that my newspaper’s coverage has been upsetting. They tell me that their thoughts are with my family but they stand by the paper’s reporting.

I hear colleagues complaining about the newspaper’s “American readers. They’re always accusing us of antisemitism.” They’re laughing.

I leave work early to go to a vigil outside Downing Street. People quietly weep. Everyone there is Jewish.

I’ve seen on social media that I know people going to a demonstration. Later, I see photos of it: people on lampposts, red flares, Jews hiding inside, the Israeli embassy boxed in. All kinds of people are united in the chant, “From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.” In Sydney, they are shouting: “Gas the Jews.”

On Tuesday, I find out that my friend’s friend at the music festival is dead. I remember the day I’d spent with him on the beach in Tel Aviv last month. He’d gotten back from South America and was excited to travel again. He had been gentle and sweet. I don’t understand.

On Wednesday, I go to work again, and the next day, and the next day. Finally, the pictures from the kibbutz come out. I look at all of them. I rewatch the footage. I bear witness. No colleague asks me how I am again that week.

I go to synagogue at the weekend and cry with my community. The rabbi holds space for pain. I say Kaddish for the boy at the music festival I will never talk to again.

Back at work I see someone pointing to a photo of the Israeli flag burning in the newspaper. They laugh, “This is my favorite picture.”

I remember telling my family that when I next went to Israel I’d lie to my colleagues and tell them it was Spain. I’d lie because my colleagues had said to me of Israel: “You gotta go while you still can.”

Now another colleague asks me what I think of Netanyahu. Do I hold him responsible? I explain that I have protested against Netanyahu but the only people responsible for October 7 are Hamas. She keeps asking me about the settlements. I tell her they’re bad but she won’t stop. “Don’t you think Bibi has a lot to do with this?” I ask her if she has family in the region. She does not.

I’m on social media again. Friends share infographics from Jewish Voice for Peace and heavy-hitting images from the Gaza Health Ministry. I don’t disagree with what they’re posting but they said nothing when October 7 happened. I start unfollowing decades-old friends.

In the days that follow, my synagogue receives a bomb threat, my local rail station has photos of missing children ripped off, I hear of more friends of friends who have been killed. I hear of others who are now enlisted. I hear that a synagogue president in America has been stabbed to death and synagogues all over the world have been vandalized and destroyed.

The newspaper I work for is covering the bombardment of Gaza and I watch in horror. I think that Israel must defend itself. Yet when I say this, people will tell me I am justifying the murder of children. They will tell me it is a genocide.

As the events of October 7 draw on collective Jewish memory of pogroms and the Holocaust, the newspaper I work for will dispel that myth, publishing a piece entitled “Israel must stop weaponizing the Holocaust.” Am I wrong to connect our grief today with that of our past?

In the weeks that follow, I will apply for other jobs and speak exclusively to Jewish friends and family. I will hide myself away from the streets of London and the waves of social media.

I will not forget the photos and videos I saw on October 7, but I start to think about how this day will be marked; how my children’s children will take part in a new commemoration, where we will remember not the Romans or the Persians or the Nazis but Hamas, and how we survived.

Intergenerational trauma has been retriggered but now is not the time to dwell on our historical violent oppression. Now is the time to rise up, speak out, and defend our right to exist. Now is not the time for colleagues to dismiss Jewish pain or publish inflammatory op-eds that will spark more violence.

I will keep applying for other jobs.

#Israel #The Guardian #Antisemitism #hamas

[s-heon]

Love is in the Air

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・. ✫・゜・。.

valentines is a time to celebrate and cherish our loved ones, even if it isn't romantic. it is a month for all kinds of love, romantic or platonic and i wanted to created this event to appreciate every single of my followers and supporters who have been there for me throughout my whole tumblr journey. words cannot describe just how grateful i am and now i want to do my best to give back what you guys have done for me.

᭄　how the event works: 💭 　◦ ♡

・create a valentines themed moodboard of any idol (western or kpop) and tag someone you appreciate; a message for them is encouraged too but not compulsory!

・make sure to use the tag #s-heon : valentines event

・this events ends on the 1st of march to give plenty of time for submissions, but can be extended if anyone asks

᭄ how to join: 💌 　◦ ♡

・comment joining below and your ult bias

・reblog this post tagging 3 people or more

・everyone is welcome to join, the more the merrier!

᭄　prizes: 🐇 　◦ ♡

・1st place: boost nitro or 400 robux, 150 reblogs of your moodboard, a follow and a post telling people to follow your account, 3 moodboards of your choice, 3 gifs of your chosen idol and a locs pack

・2nd place: classic nitro or 80 robux, 100 reblogs of your moodboard, a follow and a post telling people to follow your account, 2 moodboards of your choice, 2 gifs of your chosen idol and a locs pack

・3rd place: 50 reblogs of your moodboard, a follow and a post telling people to follow your account, 1 moodboard of your choice, 1 gif of your chosen idol and a locs pack

᭄　extra notes: 🩰 　◦ ♡

・dm me if you win to claim prizes

・please be patient if you win and are waiting for your prizes since i also am busy with work and uni so it might take a while, but don't worry i haven't forgotten!

・users who are found to have copied will be disqualifies

・ most of all, just have fun! it is just a silly little event :3

・if this flops… then cancelled smh LMFAOO 😛

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[kindaqueerngl]

actual conversation with my mom this morning

me: *walks into kitchen in will solace cosplay for my 150+ followers celebration*

mom: oh you're will again cool

me: yeah :D

her: what's with the trans flag earring he's not trans

me: lol mom it's the bisexual flag

her: ...

her: ohhhh

her: but Will can't be bisexual

me: what??? why

her: because he likes Nico he can't like girls too

me: mom that's not how it works

her: no change it

me: ...?

her: change it to Nicosexual

her: make a lil flag for it

#sobbing rn #lmao #lol #haha #meme #funny #pjo #toa #hoo #tsats #will x nico #nico x will #solangelo #gay #mlm #bisexual #bi #queer

[ad0rechuu]

ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (000) prologue: the next bet

WORD COUNT. 837

WARNINGS. swearing ofc! mentions of alcohol/weed, violence, crying and yn isn’t being respected

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

POUNDING MUSIC AND FLASHING LIGHTS.

It wasn’t impressive at all. It was just another frat party on another Friday night with the same people that were drinking their worries away in the same massive frat house, celebrating the weekend.

Sunwoo sighed as he looked around the dance floor, earning a couple of confused looks when they noticed his uncharacteristically annoyed expression. He was never one to be a party pooper, often ending up the main entertainment after a few too many drinks. But this time, alcohol wasn’t close to crossing his mind.

He threw his cup in his friend's hand as soon as he heard the infuriating news by two fratbros in passing.

No matter how many times he scanned the room for the outfit you so graciously showed off to him on your way to the party, you were absolutely nowhere to be seen. Panic settled in as he maneuvered his way between wasted people to get to the stairs.

His hands rested on his knees after he reached the top, catching his breath while still frantically looking around.

In the corner of his eye he saw the back of a familiar figure going around the corner at the very end of the long hallway. Sunwoo quickly shot up as he followed you, finally finding you in front of an open door to a random room.

“Where the hell—” He started with a loud voice the moment he met your eyes.

You shushed him and quickly grabbed the front his shirt, pulling him closer and out of sight of whoever was inside of the room.

When you were sure he wasn’t going to attract any unwanted attention, you leaned closer to the door frame. Sunwoo followed you actions and leaned over your shoulder.

“Dude! I can’t believe you got her to date you! Isn’t she really cold?” Someone laughed, the smell of cheap weed hitting you two.

A sting pierced your already rapidly beating heart when you heard the second voice.

“Actually she pretty sweet.” He responded. “But when am I getting my money? All I had to do was ask her out and kiss her right?”

Sunwoo felt his cheeks heat up out of anger at their words.

The familiar faces laughed again as your so-called ‘boyfriend’ made a money sign with his free hand.

Someone else piped up, “You would get 64000 won for the bet right? Let me up the scale!”

“What are you thinking?” Yeonjun took a sip of his beer and leaned forward, intrigued by his friend's suggestion.

Even just that simple action made your blood boil. You felt Sunwoo try to get passed you, probably to yell at them. But you kept him in place with a stern look. No matter how much it might hurt, you had to hear what the next bet was going to be.

For your own sanity.

“Make Yn fall in love with you! If you can get her to say ‘I love you’ to you first, before the school year ends, I’ll give you 128010 won plus the 64000 won he owes you.” His friend stuck out his hand in Yeonjun's direction, smirking. “That is if you can actually do it.”

Yeonjun’s eyes sparkled with a competitiveness that you used to think was love as he calculated the numbers in his head. “That’s like 150 dollars! I’ll take that bet!”

“She already likes me and I have plenty of time, this will be piece of cake! Say goodbye to your money, Tae!” He cackled, unknowingly breaking your already fragile heart.

Not being able to bear hearing anymore of their crude words about you, you stormed off, leaving a boiling Sunwoo standing there, stunned at their behavior.

Sunwoo was never a fighter. The few times he did get in fights, he was black out drunk and got his ass handed to him nearly right away. But after seeing your expression, he wanted nothing more than to go inside of that room and beat his so-called ‘friend’ to a pulp. His adrenaline told him he could do it.

But he didn’t. He knew you wouldn’t want that. And instead of more worries, you just needed him to be there for you. So he quickly followed you down stairs.

When you both reached the ground floor, he had finally caught up with you. He grabbed your hand to stop you in your tracks and gently turned you to him. Heavy black mascara stained your face and your cheeks were hot from emotion as you avoided his worried eyes.

He could feel his own heart break just at the mere sight of you like this.

Forcing himself to give you a small smile, he held your hand in his and led you out of the big, crowded house, not caring about anybody but you in the moment.

Although Sunwoo didn’t get to beat Yeonjun up as he wished, he was sure that you two would get revenge on the campus's pretty boy for what he did to you.

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NOTES. (make sure to check out the previous chapter for the profiles if u haven’t already) yeonjun and txt are assholes i’m sorry but there is always more than meets the eye (or is there? 🤨) also sunwoo the yn protect lol BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave lots of feedback i really need it esp on the written chapters and it keeps me motivated (not just with some with all writers)

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hello! Love your page, sugar bean! Saw you’re taking requests and thought I’d throw my hat in the ring

Please: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader with

fluff prompt : #5 the one about running a bath and angst prompt #5: “where did you get those bruises?” maybe reader helps Simon bathe after Las Almas? Or vise versa, your call sug!

💕

Thank you so much!!

Lavender Bath Drops

Masterlist

Contains: Angst, fluff.

604 words

Comment if you want to be tagged or follow #sp's 150 fanfic celebration for more fics.

You treat Simon to a hot bath when he comes back from his op in Las Almas.

You knew it had been rough by the way the door opened and the sound of Simon's boots falling on the tiles at the entrance to your home. You came out of the kitchen and rounded the corner, and found yourself wrapped in his embrace as he took you in his arms. "Welcome home dearest."

"Hello love." His voice was filled with exhaustion and despite the fact that he was squeezing the life out of you, you could feel how sore his muscles were. "What's for dinner?"

So it was one of those times when he didn't even want to talk about it. Contrary to what most people thought about Simon, he was very open with the people he cared about and you usually at least got a sentence about the op before he slid back into normal life. "I made your favourite, plus super crispy baked potatoes and sticky toffee pudding. It's ready whenever you are."

He gave you a soft smile and his hand came up to cup your cheek. "Thank lovely, you're an angel." He sighed as his eyes drifted to the bathroom. "I'll have a shower first, I've been in a cargo plane for ten hours."

You shook your head. "I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." You gently shoved him towards the bathroom, and once you were inside, fussed around with the fancy oil before running the bath as hot as he could stand it.

You dripped a slightly purple liquid into the water, and a gentle floral smell filled the air. "What's that, Love?"

"Homemade Lavender bath drops. They should help with your aches and pains." With the bath almost full, you walked over to him and started to remove his clothes, slowly revealing the various colours as the fabric fell free. You pointed to the nasty one over his liver, all black and blue with hints of red that let you know how deep it was. "Where did you get those bruises?"

His breath caught, and he shot you a look. "Graves was dirty, the last few days have been rough."

With all his clothes off, you could see the full extent, he was a mess. "I'm sorry, Honey. I know you liked him." You pointed over to the tub and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Hop in, you might feel better once you've had a soak."

You took the seat at the end of the bath, usually reserved for the days that Simon wanted to wash your hair, and picked up a washcloth, waiting until he slid in with a groan to start gently cleaning his skin. "You're too good to me y/n."

You shook your head and twisted yourself to kiss him, uncaring that you risked falling in. "Not at all. I love you very much and I missed you terribly."

He gave you a slight nod as he relaxed into the water. "I know love, I feel the same way. Getting home to you was all I thought about half the time."

You could feel the tension fade under your hands as you continued. "And the other half of the time?"

"Killing Graves." There was a bit of humour in his voice and it was your turn to relax, as long as he was talking about what happened you knew he was dealing with it. "Thank you for doing this for me." You went to reply, but he stopped you with a hand on your wrist. "I love you more than life itself y/n."

You sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Ditto my dear."

Fin

@chaos-4baby

#simon riley/you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon riley/reader #call of duty #sp's 150 fanfic celebration

[wannab-urs]

I can’t believe I have 2,000 followers. Thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart. I love this fandom, I love being in this space and reading all your brilliant fanfiction. I love getting absolutely goofy over Pedro Pascal with y’all. I love getting to talk about his upcoming roles, how cute his hair is, how dumb his outfit is, whatever. All of it. 

You all mean the world to me. I have never felt so accepted, loved, and welcomed in any space before in my entire life. 

So, to celebrate, since I suck at doing fic requests, I’ve decided to do a fic rec extravaganza. I'll be posting them all on April 29th, which is the anniversary of when I posted A Ghost of You (my first fic!). You have up to that day to submit asks -- the more the merrier.

There are three options under the cut:

Option 1: My Very Own Outtake

Send me fic recommendations. Literally any character Pedro has played is fair game. I will read it, review it, and put it on the spreadsheet and any outtakes it applies to. I’d prefer this be limited to one shots or shorter series (like less than 50k words/10 chapters), so I have time to read everything. Self Recs Encouraged!!!

Option 2: W(rec)k My Shit

Tell the people (and me) which one of my fics is your favorite and why. I’ll post it with a link to the fic. 

Option 3: Your Very Own Outtake

Choose a Pedro boy from the list, one of the search criteria, and length preference, and I’ll trawl the spreadsheet for you. Fair warning, you may ask for something I don’t have. I’ll ask my friends and do a detailed AO3 search if that happens. If I still come up empty handed (unlikely) I’ll let you know. I’m gonna limit these to 10 recs at the absolute most because the spreadsheet is long as shit and if you asked for like… Joel Miller Smut that shit would be 150 fics. 

#Gin's 2k fic recs #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction