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cleolinda · 9 months

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My nephew reviews perfume

I'm not sure how my sister heard about Noteworthy Scents, but the concept is, you take a quiz, and they'll send you four Scientifically Chosen samples ($25 USD) based on your answers.

Noteworthy is a new, exciting way to discover your signature scent. Rather than relying on flashy celebrity branding or overblown marketing promises, we want our customers to be in control of deciding which Noteworthy fragrance is right for them. We’re excited that you’re joining us on this journey - we can’t wait to help you find your signature scent.

I have looked at all the fragrances on offer, and I can tell you, they don't happen to have the notes I would want in my One Perfume to Rule Them All (if there's no peach or ylang ylang, I’m not forsaking the rest of my collection). But more to the point, I don't want just one. I've been writing up the things I've been trying for a few months now, and I enjoy the experimenting. But I appreciate what Noteworthy's trying to do, especially for wearers who want something straightforward, and I was perfectly happy to let my sister be the one to try them.

(I did take the quiz, though, and after telling them I don’t like aquatic scents, they said they would send me one that smells like the beach. I closed the tab. My sister told the quiz that she does not like florals and she does not like amber. You’ll never guess what happened next!)

So her Discovery Kit arrived yesterday. She announced this by texting me,

I’m gonna give you feedback from [Nephew] smelling the perfume

Me: Yeah?

As you may recall from one of my music posts, my nephew is six.

(My sister gave me permission to post this.)

n,841

Lemon, tarragon, cedar wood. A powerful, understated blend of citrus and woods. Drawing from poetry’s ability to spark joy and inspiration, this bright lemon and bergamot blend leaves an instant impression before mellowing out into a rich amber and leather base.

My sister: [Nephew] said

smells like raspberries or being in a dungeon like down in a well

Me: ……..I do not see any of those things on the card

n,551

Lily of the valley, amber, sandalwood. A sensual, comforting, woody scent that cocoons the wearer in notes of warm, glowing sandalwood and cozy, soft cashmere—freshened up with Lily of the Valley.

smells like lime juice or being inside a pumpkin

n,307

Mandarin, basil, sandalwood. Inspired by nostalgic childhood trips to lemon groves, fresh flowers swirling together in the summer breeze, and the radiant colors of perfectly ripe citrus, this energizing fragrance stars juicy mandarin and soft sandalwood, plus light notes of basil.

green grape juice or being on top of an umbrella at the beach

Me: that’s very specific

n,057

Passionfruit, vanilla, tonka bean. Let n,057 become your signature: remarkable, evocative and distinctly yours. Keep your fragrance at home or take our travel spray with you. Fitting snugly in your purse, pocket, or suitcase, it's the perfect on-the-go perfume.

My sister: I think he’s losing his focus on this last one. He said

lemon juice at the lemon store

My perfume sample budget got used up on, like, ugh, actual necessities this month, or I'd give Noteworthy a try for science. On a second try, my quiz results were (very likely overlapping with my sister's):

A captivating blend of warm woods and zesty citrus, like strolling through a sun-drenched forest grove. An intriguing fusion of exotic spices and earthy notes, evoking the vibrant energy of a bustling cityscape. A delightful combination of tropical fruits and delicate florals, reminiscent of a refreshing breeze in a lush garden. And for an unexpected wild card fragrance, a scent that defies expectations because science cannot always predict desire.

Currently, my sister says that she can tell that the Noteworthy fragrances are well-made, but they're not "her"; apparently she's in the 11% algorithm failure group—or maybe she just needs time for them to grow on her! Who knows! She'll bring over her samples for Sunday dinner, and I'll report back if they do, in fact, smell like being inside a pumpkin.

Perfume discussion masterpost

#perfume #perfume discussion #long post #I'm a little nervous about this because like chanel is not gonna get up in my business #but an indie company might #honestly I think my nephew's descriptions are fairly appealing #don't lie; at least some of you want to smell like a dungeon #peak hilarity: I try one of hers and fall in love with it

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chardbones · 10 months

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Headcanons on going to the beach with Junkrat

AN: I haven't written in awhile so I decided for some short headcanons for my boy Junkrat. I might add more in the future

Warning: only a tiny mention of nsfw but it's really small

- The two of you rarely go to the beach and when you do it's always as far away from people as possible

- You both like your privacy because one, Jamieson is kinda of a wanted criminal (along with you) and two, the both of you can enjoy being yourselves without others staring and judging

- Junkrat having absolutely no clue how to swim and you teaching him

- Igniting bombs under the sand to make a giant whole instead of digging

- Jamison running around the whole beach and bringing you the most beautiful seashells

- You giving him a kiss every time he comes back with more

- Him resting his head on your stomach as you both lay underneath a beach umbrella

- Him trying to chase you in the water but you are way more experienced in swimming so you without difficulty swim away

- You diving down and swimming behind him to scare Jamison out

- Definitely making at least one sandcastle where you put little dried wood pieces all over the place and light it up making it look like the place is on fire

- If you two spot anyone in the distance, you both make sure to be extra loud and more graphic about how you're going to commit certain crimes

- That has always worked like a charm. No matter what person or people sped walked away and you guys never saw them again

- Having a waterproof arm and leg custom made for Jamieson so he has an easier time swimming and moving in the water

- Diving down and picking up random things for the sea bed and Junkrat being completely amazing at how deep and long you can go/stay underwater

- Helping Junkrat put suncream on his back and after he's covered fully you give him a few pecks on the lips

- The both of you making out your towel as the sun is going down which leads to a bit of more spicy touching but nothing too much

- The rest is left for when they got back to their home

- Blowing up the sand castle with a stick of dynamite while laughing like crazy together

- Making a giant bonfire in the evening and roasting some meat on it for supper

- Definitely another makeout sesh next to the fire

- Mako picking you guys up after you decided to go back home

- Having a joined bath to wash away all the salt water

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #Junkrat #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader #fanfic #headcanons #beachrat #summer fanfic #summer #beach #beach fic #summer fic

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impala-dreamer · 5 months

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Tourniquet - Chapter Five

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

Please see MASTERLIST for full info/warnings/chapter links.

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How To Lose Friends and Knock on Death’s Door

She hadn’t been far when he called, which was always strange. Strange to think that out of the entire country, they’d accidentally ended up in almost the exact same place at the same time.

Y/N had just cleaned up a little ghost situation in Absecon, New Jersey and decided to treat herself to a little glitz and glamor down in Atlantic City. Sadly, she found none, but she did find a few really good margaritas which led her to relieve her wallet of a few bucks in Bally’s.

That night, she hung out on the boardwalk, boots thumping gently on the slatted wood. She took her time, nowhere to go, nothing really to do. The moon was bright and its glow reflected on the ocean like a million diamonds sparkling in the swells.

The November wind was slow but cruel and she tugged her jacket around her a little tighter.

Someday, she wanted to come back in the summer. To bring a book and sit on the beach under a rented umbrella and feel the sun burn her legs. To dodge the crowds on the boardwalk, walk through the casinos for a little air conditioning. Maybe she’d bring a friend. Maybe she’d bring Dean. She laughed at the thought of Dean lying next to her on the beach; his back red from the sun, his legs too long for the blanket, toes digging into the sand.

Dean.

She sighed and leaned against the wooden railing, staring off at the water. Her nose was freezing and she rubbed at it, deciding it was time to go.

As she turned, her phone buzzed and she smiled. His ears must have been ringing. Maybe she could get him to come out right now. Despite the late autumn cold, New Jersey was beautiful.

“I was just thinking about you,” she answered with a light laugh.

“Y/N/N…” His voice was panicked and rough.

Her heart sank. Another tragic call, another night of talking him off the ledge. Pushing away her smile and disappointment, Y/N squared her shoulders and focused.

“What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“No.” He stumbled as if his tongue wasn’t quite sure how to form the words. “You- it’s- Y/N/N, you gotta come here. Now.”

“OK.” His panic drifted through the phone into her. “Tell me what’s going on. Where are you?”

Heavy breathing, a choked back sob.

“It’s Bobby…”

Thirty-one miles wasn’t very far, but she felt every bump in the road like she was running barefoot on broken glass. Her stomach ached; her muscles tensed. Twice, she’d had to slow down in fear of retching, but she grit her teeth, gripped the wheel, and pushed on.

The trauma rooms were on the main floor behind Emergency, and they were hesitant to let her in.

“Please… He’s my father,” she lied, but not really. Bobby had been more of a father to her in those early years after her mother and sister died than her own had been. He was the only one she would listen to when reprimanded or given advice; his house buried in the junkyard was the only place she could truly call home. “Please.”

The tears were real even if the genetics weren’t and they let her in; a short nurse pointing the way to the room in the corner.

Doctors ran in and out, white coats and blue scrubs blurring as tears filled her eyes.

She stood in the middle of the walkway, staring at the body in the bed, refusing to believe that it was Bobby.

The patterned gown was too big, hanging off his shoulders and tucked under in weird places. Plastic tubes came out of his mouth, his chest, his arms. Bright blood leaked through the white gauze on his head.

Someone called her name, but she couldn’t hear it over the monitors beeping or the racing of her heart.

“Y/N…”

Sam touched her shoulder and she jumped back and away, hunter’s instincts taking over.

“Whoa-” He held up his giant hands in surrender and leaned away. “It’s me. Sorry.”

She sucked in a quick breath and looked up into his worried eyes. His hair was a bit longer than she’d last seen; his sideburns a ridiculous mess. He opened his arms and she fell into them, grabbing the front of his green jacket and twisting it in her fists.

“What the fuck happened?” It came out in a wet sob, but the words were formed well enough.

Sam was shaking and braced himself by wrapping his arms around her. “He… we were…”

Confusion choked her. “Who did this?”

He couldn’t answer, he just squeezed a little tighter.

“What happened? What- I- Sam!”

She pulled back and looked up. His face was creased with pain, his gaze sad and empty with shock.

“Sam!”

Hazel eyes flit from her face to Bobby and back again. Unable to speak, he shook his head.

She tore at his jacket, tugging him closer. Her body burned with anger, not at Sam, but he was the only one around that she could beat up on and not end up in cuffs.

“Sam!”

“I’m-” He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “It just… happened. I don’t-”

Y/N could tell how hard he was trying, how strong he was being. The simple act of standing there seemed to almost break him down, but he held himself together. She pushed aside her anger and pressed her hand to his chest in a calming gesture.

He looked down with the tiniest ghost of a smile.

She softened her voice. “Has a doctor talked to you yet?”

Sam nodded. “Just now.”

“What did they say?”

“He’s um… They have to wait for the swelling to come down and then-”

He shrugged, it was all he could do.

Y/N’s head was pounding, her arms felt like lead. She turned to look back at the bed, at the old man lying unconscious surrounded by machines. He looked pale, cold. The thin hospital blanket wasn’t enough. She wanted to run to her car and grab another, cover him up, hold him close, but her feet wouldn’t move. She was stuck in place, looking through the glass doors as Bobby clung to life.

Her whole world was shattering and autopilot took over. There were no more words, no more questions, there was only the eerie quiet between them and the constant mechanical beeping.

At some point, she and Sam found chairs and they sat stoically sharing their pain. He clung to her and she covered him the best she could with much smaller hands.

“He’s gonna die,” she whispered. She was staring, unblinking at the base of the hospital bed, wondering what all the different pedals and levers did. “He’s gonna die.”

Sam sucked in a shuddering breath. “Yeah. I think so.”

“He ain’t dyin’. Not today.”

Dean startled them both with his refusal to admit the truth and his sudden appearance. He towered over them and Y/N tore her eyes from Bobby and looked up at Dean.

His eyes were wide and bloodshot, the skin dark beneath. He was trembling slightly but doing his best to hide it behind a clenched jaw and tight fists.

She wanted to yell at him, to force him to see reality, but she was distracted by a drop of blood. It fell from his hand and struck the top of his boot, splashing like a raindrop onto pavement.

“You’re bleeding.”

He looked down and flexed his fingers. His knuckles were torn and bleeding.

“It’s fine.”

Y/N stood up and grabbed his hand, looking it over. “It’s gonna get infected,” she sighed. “Come on…”

They found an empty room down the hall that seemed unused. Most of the lights were off and the ones that were on were old and dim. They snuck in and Y/N forced Dean to sit on the edge of the bed. He was quiet but she could feel the anger pushing off of him. She could see it in his eyes; feel it in the tension of his fingers.

“What’d you do, punch a wall?”

Dean huffed and cleared his throat. “A- uh- glass window thing.”

Y/N sighed as she dug through a cabinet, plucking out alcohol swabs and gauze. “You think that was wise?”

Dean tipped his head back and closed his eyes. He was exhausted, scared, and running from defeat.

“Was that or the guy’s face.”

She pulled up a stool and steel tray, laid out her instruments and sat across from him.

“Then I guess you did the right thing.”

He let her examine his cuts, winced as she pulled a piece of glass from the middle knuckle, hissed when the alcohol hit his open flesh.

Y/N scoffed and hit him again with the cold fluid. “Baby.”

He cocked his head and looked at her. “You know I love it when you call me that.”

She met his eye and pursed her lips. “Of all the times, Dean. Now is not a good one.”

He shrugged and offered half a smile in apology.

“I’m glad you called.” She wrapped his hand up carefully, sure to make it tight but not too tight. “Thank you.”

Dean licked his lips and dropped his head, staring at the old tiles covering the floor. They were dingy and the glaze was cracked. Just like him.

“Thought you’d wanna be here,” he replied.

“I do. Thanks.” She smiled sadly and patted his arm. “All done.”

“You’re a hell of a nurse, Y/N/N.”

“Don’t you know it.”

She moved to stand, but Dean grabbed her. He pulled at her arms and tugged the stool forward until she was between his legs. She looked up in surprise and then blinked back a fresh swarm of tears.

“Don’t do that,” he whispered, cupping her cheeks in his warm hands and brushing away a tear with his thumb. “You do that and I’ll do that and then where will we be?”

“Crying in an ancient hospital room,” she teased.

He laughed.

She sighed.

He’d be OK.

“Dean, I-”

His kiss was slow but desperate. He held her face, kept her locked to him as his lips pressed tight against her mouth. She was surprised but not really. This is what he did. He called when he needed her, kissed her when he felt hopeless, let his hands roam when he needed to feel alive and connected.

It didn’t matter why, it just mattered that it happened.

Y/N melted against him, parting her lips for his tongue, and breathed him in. He smelled like cheap cologne and smoke, like whiskey and three days without a shower. He stank. He was filthy. His stubble burned her lips. He felt like heaven.

Dean seemed to find his breath again within her and he sucked at her lips, kissed across her jaw, sank his teeth gently into the crook of her neck. Y/N’s eyes were rolling, her skin burning, heart racing.

“Dean, we shouldn’t-”

He sat back, green eyes dark and wide as he looked her over. He ran his fingertips across the hem of her shirt, followed her collarbone across on each side. He was there but not; a mechanical body moving because it had to, but his mind was elsewhere. His mind was back in that room with Bobby.

“Dean…”

As much as she wanted his hands to move down a little further, to sneak up beneath her shirt, rip her clothing away, she knew she couldn’t do it. She placed her hands on his wrists and pulled them gently off of her shoulders.

He startled, shoved back into himself. He blinked quickly and then stood up, pushing her back on the rolling stool.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N/N-”

Shaking his head, he wrenched the door open and escaped, leaving her alone in the dim light, surrounded by the ghost of a moment and bloody wrappings.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there picking at her cuticles and absorbing the night. She wanted to break down, to run away and scream as loud as she could until she couldn’t anymore, but that wasn’t her. She was the bedrock, the warm blanket, the calm in a stormy sea. If she wasn’t that, she wasn’t anything.

After some time, she managed to stand. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and his kiss from her lips.

She gathered up the mess she’d made and tossed it all in the bin.

She shut the lights and walked back down the hall.

A white coat flew past her, bumping her shoulder. She turned into the hit and watched the young doctor run towards an incoming trauma.

Outside, sirens were blaring and nurses were shouting, but inside there was a steady ringing. A long buzz that Y/N slowly realized had replaced the beeping.

She looked towards Bobby’s room, her vision blurred and her movements slow.

Dean was at the foot of the bed, his hands on his head as he spun away. Sam was doubled over off to the side, slowly sliding to the floor.

It didn’t make any sense.

A nurse in bright blue scrubs and a white knitted sweater reached over the bed and shut off a monitor. The buzzing stopped.

Bobby was dead.

Anguish pumped through her system and Y/N broke into a run, screaming for help as she reached the room.

“Please! Help him!”

Dean tried to grab her, but she slipped through his arms.

“Please! Why won’t you do something!”

Her hands waved over his body, unsure where to land, unsure what to do. Tears stung her eyes and she let them fall, crashing down like a tidal wave onto the thin blanket. She pushed at his shoulders, trying to get him to move, but there was no response.

“Please!”

She cupped her hands over his heart and tried to push down with all of her strength, to force his heart to start again, but it was no use.

“Bobby, please!”

She climbed up onto the bed and beat on his chest; her cries growing more desperate, more pitiful.

“Bobby-”

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, Dean grabbed her by the waist and yanked her off of the bed.

“Get off of me!”

She struggled against his hold, kicking at him to get back to the bed, but his arms were too solid, his grip too strong.

“Y/N, stop!”

She hissed and slapped at the arm around her middle, but Dean wouldn’t let go.

“Dean! Let! Go!”

She clawed at his hands and Dean pulled her closer. He dropped his head and pressed it against hers. His eyes fell closed.

“Y/N/N, he’s gone. He’s gone.”

Dean’s voice bounded off of every corner of her mind, echoed into the deepest parts of her. She stopped fighting and collapsed, legs giving out and sending them both to the cold floor. Dean fell with her and wrapped his arms around her, curling her into his chest.

“He can’t go,” she sobbed, fingers climbing up his chest to find something to hold on to. “He can’t. He can’t. He can’t…”

Dean cradled her head, rocked them both gently. “Shh… I’ve got you.”

“He can’t go, Dean… He can’t.”

He shivered against her and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’ve got you.”

She ran. As soon as the sun rose and she could see clear enough to drive, she was gone. She was broken and devastated and the worst part was, he hadn’t asked her to stay.

So, she ran.

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nonsensical-pixels · 1 year

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Merry Christmas/Winterfest, everyone! Today, I bring you a conversion of the Playa Beach Set by @syboubou 😀

I've mentioned before that in my country, we don't have four seasons, just a permanent summer, so my family is more likely to hit the beach than to actually bundle up in parkas for Christmas, which made converting this set seem perfectly fitting. Also, I'm still working on my custom 'hood of Blingkawi and never feel that I have enough beach stuff, so it's nice to add to my catalog 🤣

This set consists of 12 new objects, including a functional kiddie pool cloned from Echo's. Everything has been compressed, everything is recolorable, etc.

Download - SFS | MF

I have a readme included in the download, but keep reading for more info.

credits

@syboubou for the original Sims 4meshes & textures ♥

Echo on MTS for the original kiddie pool, I just cloned theirs 😁

things to note

The towel functions as a rug. I wanted to make it functional, but couldn't work out how :( When used on a beach lot make the sim sunbathe, then use move objects to delete the Maxis towel and relocate the sim to the rug one.

I didn't manage to convert the dollhouse in time, it kept crashing the game D:

The kiddie pool is cloned from Echo's and is very much functional!

stuff included

You can look at Syboulette's original post to see the items included!

If there is any problem with any of these items, please let me know ASAP! Once again, Merry Christmas, and a happy new year! 🥂

arm bands -> 1312 polys

beach ball -> 528 polys

beach umbrella -> 1464 polys

flipflops -> 1200 polys

kiddie pool -> 1738 polys

magazine -> 1320 polys

sand toys -> 1756 polys

shells -> 1803 polys

snorkeling mask and flippers -> 2151 polys

straw hat -> 956 polys

towel -> 1569 polys

wicker bag -> 1552 polys

( @4t2ccdatabase )

#sims 2 download #ts2 download #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #s2cc #sims 2 #ts2 #s2 #4t2 #4t2 conversion #4t2 buy

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staratie · 9 months

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sebastian’s love languages

like sebastian, i’m doing my best. sfw (:

Acts of Service

Brewing you a cup of coffee is a loving gesture, but making you breakfast on top of that? Yes! Sebastian makes you breakfast in bed as an appreciation for your hard work on the farm.

He makes and manages a website for your farm. He offered it as a side project for himself and to help others see what you have to offer and get new customers.

If you need new scarecrows, he is more than willing to fight some crows off for you or scare them away himself.

Words of Affirmation

“You’re doing a great job, babe.” He would say if you are sad or angry from dead or no-star crops. “You really are. It doesn’t matter if they’re regular crops. What matters is that you grew and took care of them. Doing that is good enough.”

When you are playing pool with him and the gang, he butters you up with compliments about how you are going to beat Sam in the game or that you are going to sink all of the poolballs before Abigail could make her first move.

Quality Time

When he’s not working, Sebastian likes to take walks with you to the beach or feed ducks by the river near his house.

Sometimes, you two take midnight motorcycle rides just to escape the town for a little while.

On rainy days, you two walk together under an umbrella and try your best to not get wet (or trip in the mud).

Physical Touch

He shows his feelings for you through small touches, like intertwining fingers, holding hands, or pressing his forehead against yours.

When dancing at the Saloon or Flower Dance, he likes to hold you close by putting his hand at the small of your back to bring you closer.

Giving Gifts

Sebastian isn’t much of a gift giver, but he does his best.

Some gifts he would give are magnets (that remind him of you) for your fridge, or a mug from Zuzu City.

#stardew valley headcanons #sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #sdv sebastian #sdv sebastian headcanons #sdv sebastian x reader

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custom-umbrellas · 1 year

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Custom Logo Beach Umbrellas

https://www.septrainbow.com/beach-umbrellas-s86.html

#custom beach umbrellas

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thesims3help · 6 months

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Sims 3 - Gameplay enhancing mods: CAS, Build/Buy, World, Objects + Chores & Services.

A category-based mod post. Mods and links previously featured in our Masterlist. All credits to their rightful owners.

Categories include: CAS, BB mode, (Edit) World, game objects related mods, along with chore fixes and new services.

CAS:

Truely Unique Sims

o violet on Tumblr - Pure CAS lighting mod

The Sims 3 [cas background, cas lighting mod, & cas organizers] | Patreon

CAS Sim Bin Genetics as Presets

CAS Lighting Edit

ColorLash: Eyelashes Match Eyebrow Color + Mascara

XCAS core mod: more tattoo locations, edit naked outfit, slider hack, body hair, more

Build/Buy:

One More Slot Please! (with vertical shifting)

[TS3] Catalog Search Mod | Patreon

Add Any Lot Size

No More Free Roofs by Gurra (simlogical.com)

TS3 HD Textures Series - Terrain Pack [UPDATE: Fixed road tiling]

Builder Stuff

Reworked & Improved EA Lights

Lazy Duchess — [TS3] Auto Lights Overhaul (tumblr.com)

More Light Coming Through Windows

Microwave Slots

Railings on Spiral Staircases!

Stuff on the Back of the Toilet

More 1-tile Dressers!

Decorate 6 Base Game Dressers - with more slots

"Stuff on the Fridge" Mod

What's On Your Stereo?

Showbiz, Profession & Other Trophies for Displays & Pedestals

Floor Plants Placeable On Slots [BG & SEAS]

More Slots for EA Furniture - End Tables, Coffee Tables, Windows, Bookshelves & More

Midnight Hollow Toys and All Teddies on Surfaces

Horse Trophies for Display Cases

Shelves + Extras Shift & Hide With Walls Down

So Many Shiftables! And a little more.

Shiftable Curtains

'Cortinas Festivas!' and 'Traditional Curtains' Blind Fix UPDATED!

Shiftable Televisions

Shiftable Skill and Partnership Certificates

Shiftable drafting table sketches

Fountain and Hot Tub Fixes by sydserious (simlogical.com)

Base Game Half Walls FIXED!!!!

Dangerous Stoves Mod - More Fire!

Objects:

Collection Icons and Files

Functional Washboard - Sims 4 Conversion

Harvestable Tree Default Replacement

More Harvestables

Buyable Mermadic Kelp

Same Energy Gain For Every Bed

Super Hampers -- Automatic Laundry Pick Up (Plus Bigger Hampers) by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

Spring Harvest And CookBook

Harvestable Flowers

Better Hoverboards

Canning Station Overhaul

The Transmogrifier (aka Object Script Changer)

New and Improved 9/11/21] Functioning Well - and Off-Grid Plumbing!

No Crappy Bunk Beds!

Default Umbrellas & Parasols

Default Taxis

Digital Photo Frame Overlay Replacement

Unlocked Permanent Tents for Residential and Community Lots

Wildflower Sell Price Nerf

Buyable Beach Towels (with custom script)

Vending Machine Tweaks

Salvaged Junkyard Objects Made Usable

Make those elevators go faster! Or slower...

Toilet Tweaks

Fairy House motive tuning: Bladder and Hygiene

Buyable Culinary Career Rewards: MinusOne Kelvin Fridge by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

[WA] Buyable Permanent Sultan's Tabernacle (Scripted object) by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

[SEAS] Gift Pile Tweaks by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

[SEAS] Buyable Bunch o' Gifts (Gift Pile) by Nona Mena (simlogical.com)

Motorcycle Parking Spaces

World:

Reduce/Remove Lag caused by Houseboats

SetHour Cheat

Lot Population Mod

TS3 Apartment mod - Updated for patch 1.55 - 1.63/1.67

nraas - Apartment Mod

Invisible Sim Fixer Mod by Consort (simlogical.com)

RPG Manager - Edit your Bin sims, towns and Active household!

NPCRomance

Space Rock Spawner Edit

Lunar Lakes missing EP rabbit holes by Darkitow (simlogical.com)

Auto-place official festival lots in later Store worlds

AMB Community Lots Auto Placement Fix + Add Other Lots (Compatible with Patch 1.63-1.67)

Chores + Services:

Gardener Service 2

Housekeeper Service - v1.2

Housecleaning For All Sims

Dirty Laundry Mod (Update 8/8/23) - Maid & Butler Tweaks

Butler & Maid will Feed Pets & Clean All Pets.

DouglasVeiga's Dancer Service

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bungalowbamboo · 2 years

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kyeterna · 11 months

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I am starting to think that being a tourist visiting Greek islands is completely unethical.

In a similar way as buying fast fashion is unethical.

This problem is very prevalent in the islands which is why I am specifically talking about them and not tourism throughout the country (though in specific areas that are tourism heavy the problem still stands).

Very coincidentally, along with Greece's economic protections of the working class collapsing, the new lucrative industry of tourism arose, after the economic crisis. With labour laws becoming more lax to "help the economy" we've seen the rise of seasonal work. What's that you might ask. Young adults with no working experience working in tourist heavy areas in service at restaurants and cafés and what not. Sometimes for 12 hours a day if not more, no benefits, sometimes they don't even provide you with housing, barely any days off. I've had cousins and friends who worked the summer season, it is hell and dehumanising. Especially with how many tourists there just are. Just earlier this month there was a story about how a sea side cafe bar owner had his waiters serve their patrons *in the sea*. THE WAITERS HAD TO WALK INTO THE SEA WITH THE DRINKS TO SERVE THE CUSTOMERS WHO WERE SWIMMING. "But tourists give good tips" AND THAT FIXES THINGS???? YOU THINK THIS MAKES THINGS BETTER??

But it's not just worker exploitation. It's how tourism becomes hostile to the locals themselves. How tourism is actively destroying the local environment. A friend of mine who comes from an island talks about how because of AirBnB locals are outpriced out of their rented homes. How students are kicked out of their apartments as soon as May enters because that's when thr tourism season starts. We gotta rent those apartments to our lovely tourists! How in islands even as big as Crete, every summer the locals have no access to water because it is all used up by hotels and tourists. All greek islands have limited access to drinking water and this is made worse through tourism. But you see you can't have the tourists not use water in abundance! How over the years I have seen my local beach become commercialised. How the public umbrellas crumbled and were replaced by privately owned by a sea side cafe bar umbrellas and sunbeds, making it so you have to pay to have access to that beach. How tourists have no beach etiquette, which ends up littering the area. How businesses' desire to get more tourist customers leaves to natural landmarks just altered beyond recognition, local fauna driven out.

Our government has over relied on tourism to rebuild its economy. When covid happened this showed how vulnerable an economy is if it relies on tourism alone. It feels like even our government treats us more like a tourist attraction than an actual nation. Obviously the issue is capitalism. Some might say it's unregulated capitalism. Whatever. The whole tourism industry was set up so that its vulnerable workers cannot even organise nor fight back. They are only contracted to work 3-4 months a year after all.

If you ever decide to visit Greece for vacation, I don't know, maybe think about all this.

#texterna #rant #I am just so angry man- and how my (economy major) cousin justifies that ''well you return with 5k home''#To hell with that #Workplace horror stories and customer horror stories #NOT ONLY THAT BUT we have reached a point where it is impossible for a greek person to be a tourist domestically #Not that I have been personally able to go on vacation in years #Imagine having money to leave your house lol #I can only visit relatives and friends out of town and that with strict budgeting

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