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cyprinella · 6 months
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Tiny Tiles is done! Got the binding on today and just need to give it a wash to make sure everything holds together.
Free pattern from Purl Soho.
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rachelpedd · 3 months
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Tiny Peranakan Houses
3 tiny Peranakan-style homes in Tomarang! These houses are partially furnished.
Completely CC-free.
60 tiles per house.
1 bedroom | 1 bathroom (per house).
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20 x 15 lot (Tomarang)
“bb.moveobjects on” will need to be input before placement.
Now available on The Gallery! Origin ID: RachelPedd.
Download (SimFileShare)
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Happy Simming, everyone!
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Dissociation culture is the pattern of the floor at school looking fuzzy and messing with our eyes
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abtheb · 11 months
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April 28, 2023
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Despite everything, it's still you.
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moltenhair · 4 months
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mister13eyond · 2 months
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sometimes the solutions to problems i have are simultaneously so complex and also convoluted that i get kinda mad that it was that easy
for example:
-problem: it helps a LOT to multitask while i work and do something that doesn't take much attention that i can check back on between tasks
-solution: this mobile game
-RESULTING PROBLEM: looking away at my phone is dangerous because i get sucked down the Hole into Pay Attention to Phone Time. also when i look away from a task and look back, i forget completely where i was and what i was doing
-SOLUTION THAT FOR SOME REASON IT TOOK ME A YEAR+ TO REACH: just use a screen mirroring program and put the phone game in a tiny window in the corner of your screen. that way you can just peek in on it without looking away from your work
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dandylion240 · 23 days
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I'm in a building mood and I want to become a better builder so I tried James Turners Tiny Home Challenge. My challenge was:
No more than 75 times
Style your build like Oasis Springs
Room for an adult, a teen, a child and an infant
Your budget $44,683
You must include "scholarly Stack"
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I probably cheated a little by using an existing Oasis Springs house and turning it into a tiny house.
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The kitchen is the first room as you enter the house. There's seating for three people at the table.
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The living room is also where the adult sleeps. The kids get the rooms. And the scholarly stack is on top of the bookcase.
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Door to the infants room is on the other side of the murphy bed.
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The child's room. Dinosaur themed of course.
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The teens room. They also have the only PC in the house.
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I squeezed a bathroom in between the teens and child's room. They needed a full bath for when the infant is old enough to be given baths.
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There's a little area in the back to grill and for the kid's to play.
I came in under budget at a little over $40,000. I don't remember exactly how much though. The plants looked better in build mood. When I went in game to get picks I realized it was winter and everything's dead.
I tried to stick with just base game or tiny living for packs plus CC.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 month
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#what do you call it when a mind is lacking in depth of m thought? is there a word for that?#because all my mind can do is spin in tiny circles. never push any further. no depth of thought#i cant even carry out this line of thought to completion in my head. i have to write it down like this or else it remains stuck in an eddy#its so frustrating. when my thoughts are pressured i spin so fast it feels like my head might pop but the thoughts never go anywhere#bc they just repeat the same god damn things all thr fucking time. they drag me around in circles. then when im feeling low or even like#normal. my head just feels empty and it freaks me out. i have no intersting thoughts to think. theres nothing behind my eyes#possibly its just my brain on 0cd. but how am i suppose to escape the spiral if its in my own head? i guess im just supposed to changr my#reaction to it. recognize what it is and let it go. but i dont like it#i just want to curl up on a warm tile floor. press myself into a quiet corner and not think anything#in an aquarium or a conservatory. specifically the conservatory in Columbus. i love that place#i went there for my birthday when i was like 12 bc i liked it so much. the botanically gardens and the butterflies and the stained glass#i dunno. i just like it there. ugh. im just tired#god. there was a really cool talk today and im always like im not that inattentive lol but then i cannot for the life of me follow a talk or#read a paper all thr way through. my short term working memory is just a tiny little cup. easy to overfill#so i miss mostly everything. its so frustrating#its all frustrating. whatever. back to the psychiatrist tomorrow. probably up thr lamicta1 dosage#bc im past where i was last time i had a reaction to it 💪#i just wish i wanted to draw. drawing just makes me tired and impatient rn#unrelated
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graphics-cafe · 2 years
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computer dividers!!!
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scratchandplaster · 1 year
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Small Delights
CW: tiny Whumpee, non-human Whumpee, dubious Caretaker/Carewhumper, referenced nudity (non-sexual), it as a pronoun, conditioning
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The sun set beautifully behind the hills, yellows and pinks flowing through the window and letting the light reflect onto the glass panels that separated the tiny creature from the rest of the room. Surrounded by ferns and luscious greenery, they tended to forget that the square they called home wasn't bigger than a tree stump.
Lifting themself up from a mossy stone, graceful wings unfolded and stretched their full potential, they hopped down onto the soft earthy ground. Always cleaned and looked after, just like themself.
They pressed their face tightly against the closest pane, cool to the touch and speckled with water droplets. It liked to make the air around them heavy with drizzle, always misting the plants from above. It would be here soon, just like every evening.
Letting a quiet yawn escape their mouth, the creature barely taller than a mouse let the bright orange wings flutter in the last beams of sunlight. To the unaided eye, the missing spots in their pattern were invisible, chitin scales stacking on top of each other like bark. Stunning to watch, useless as always.
The air began to whir in a familiar frequency; it had arrived and made its way closer towards the transparent world they learned to inhabit. Fear had long faded from their mind, too familiar was the daily ritual it taught them since their rise from the cocoon. 
As it entered the room, unintelligible rumbling was directed towards them, and the giant shape removed the cover above their head.
They would love to know what they were saying, but apart from gestures, the communication with this titan was hopeless. It seemed to desire only one thing anyway, so all study would be a waste of effort.
The lid wasn't made out of any material they knew, it didn't feel like natures' product, no living element they could connect with. The hollow branch they used to hide in always provided a sense of comfort, of a home they had to have before...this. Hidden memories of the life prior to their transformation felt like faded dreams now.
Lowering its hand slowly into their playground, the expectant fingers waited for their cooperation. Climbing gingerly onto its palm, a few strong flaps of their wings helped with getting placed onto the rough skin beneath. They were meant to sit now, flipping wayward specks of dirt and moss away from their limbs, uncovered and delicate as a young nymph.
Back in the early days of their amity, they tried to flit and make the whole ordeal easier for both of them, but after a vicious grab and shake they learned to leave such decisions up to their gracious host. Never given the chance to try further, flying seemed pointless anyway. Maybe they weren't made for it after all.
The appendage lifted them out of the glass and up to its eyes, two dark spheres not much different to their own stared down at them.
Today must have been pleasant for it, the joyous expression mirrored clearly by their tiny guest made it act even more excited. A gentle grumble left its lips, nearly a purr. It had to have a successful hunt, they pondered.
Careful not to lose balance, the hand lifted the winged creature onto their chosen place: a cushion seat for their ritual. Bringing themself into position, they prayed to get it over with quickly today, thinking of the sweet reward that would follow.
The rummaging behind them stopped, as it too sat down and began what they could only describe as pleasant torture: hundreds of hairs started to tickle the edge of their wings, stroking leisurely across the vibrant tones one could only see in autumn. 
It didn't hurt them as the brushing kept its steady pace, or when it dipped lower on their wing to graze the spot in the pattern that reminded them of an eye. It didn't hurt when the pressure of the bristles against them rose, and it didn't hurt when the chitin plates that gave their wings shape and color began to shed across the floor.
Like snowflakes in a storm, the warm hues gracing their body were dusted off, tearing spots next to the fine veins throughout.
Deep down, they knew it made them lose their power. And this hurt, but only when they listened to the buried instinct that told them to resist against the loving mishandling.
After what felt like an eternity, the strokes became gentle again, like a breeze on their figure, and travelled down to where wing met skin.
Their upper back was being freed of crumbs and remaining scales, as the hairs moved downwards in long strokes to grant their legs and arms the same kind of attention. It worked thorough, leaving their body warm and tingly. Their head was last, patted down with a few quick swoops of its tool, marking the end of the routine.
Freed of any leftover grime, the pleasant shivers lulled them into a calm state, ready to drift off in its care. Before they could rest, it pressed a quick kiss between their wings, earning itself a whimper under its lips.
Breathing deeply, it lifted them up again to lay under the light they prepared in advance. The slight buzz of the heat above made them even sleepier, already willing to settle down onto the soft fabric.
It loved to arrange these little surprises for them, the nest it built allowed for enough space to stretch and settle down. So safe under the watchful eyes of their host, they folded their wings together, keeping them as close to their body as possible.
One could not wish for everything in life, at least they were far away from any predators or storms they could fell victim to.
Flying wasn't necessary then, right?
It meant well, they were certain, but they would give everything to explain the misunderstanding to it.
Still, to stay here was the better option, in the safety and comfort it loved to provide them. They called themself ungrateful, as they bathed the treacherous fantasy of the world beyond the glass.
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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterpost]
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there's a secret courtyard at my college and the only person on campus who might have a key to open the only door is the president and i have never felt more like Mary from The Secret Garden before in my life
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cyprinella · 6 months
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Woohoo, got the Tiny Tiles top done! Now I really have to get through my backlog of tops that need quilting. This brings me to three that I intend to do myself. 😬
I debated putting a turquoise border on it but frankly I don't think I have enough grey fabric to do the other side of one and I don't want to buy more.
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carlydraws · 8 months
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A new piece for Hatchlings Games, a magical mosaic cover for their upcoming ttrpg.
Thanks to AD Rich!
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vanishingsydney · 2 years
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Random bee mosaic. Newtown.
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plinkcat-gif · 2 months
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meatcanyon's beautifully decorated, curated, visually interesting room is so fucking funny next to wendigoon's barren suburban bedroom background
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fortune-maiden · 9 months
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I hate tile stores
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