sims 5 shitcanned! (at least there’s sims 4)

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everyone knows that the sims 4 is where i wanna go where i die, and basically my whole virtual dollhouse fantasy. i live for creating my little sim families & building them bomb homes and fun wardrobes. the customization is legendary - i can make my sims be thicc baddies with purple hair just like me. its a perfect way to repeesent thicc baddies, and indeed baddies of all shapes and sizes. it's my relaxing game, i just zone out playing house. the storytelling is so immersive too. each sim has a distinct personality that reflects me - thorne the chaotic fuckup, girl genius mandrake, sparkly attention-hoe cutie jayceon, & more. i laugh my ass off at their adventures & cry when they die in a freak kitchen fire, which is all the damn time ;) sims 4 is endless escapist fun with no rules. i wish we could all be carefree sims doing wtf we want, but alas it's just a game… a relaxing, creative game i can play forever.

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💾 the dirty qwerty, #006: suit up, slut up, slur up, then shut up.

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💾 the dirty qwerty, #006 suit up, slut up, slur up, then shut up. 🩸 “slut” → “suit” “slur” → “suit” “shit” → “suit” 🧠 keyboard logic: • l → u: side-eyeable neighbors • u → u: no notes • t → i → r: we’re getting loose, but we’ve seen worse • h → u: ok but WHY • r → i: this one feels personal • i → i: thx guy • s → s: yasssss look. it’s being auto-puritan. you’re mid-text, dropping a “what a dumb slur,” or “she was slutty and proud,” or just plain old “shit,” and suddenly autocorrect says: “dearie… don’t you mean suit?” and listen: i’m not shaming suits. i own one. but i am shaming the part of the code that keeps hijacking the language of pain, power, and poop… and redressing it in department store politeness. slut-shaming? slur-erasing? shit-washing yeah. it’s all the same glitch. m’phone is trying to censor my mess. but mess is where truth lives. this episode was brought to you by the letter S — for slut, slur, shit, motherfuckin snakes on a motherfucking plane, but not suit today. ...
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Tarot: Wheel of Fortune

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tarot card: the wheel of fortune -- cycles, change, acceptance. phyl’s “bunniversary” (not “gotcha day,” which i hate) is new year’s eve. i celebrate it because it’s special to us. her mullet haircut from summer has grown back. she’ll need another one soon. we’ve accepted the cycle.  i’ll snip slow and uneven again. she won’t care. punk rock girls don’t give a fuck. she’s got a mullet. she can see. life goes on. spritzing on my high-quality perfumes, especially lush, which gets good reactions. jessica’s anxiety is hitting hard, and i can feel the emotional weight it puts on her. not that i can fix it, buuutttttt i notice. tramp from lush… i miss it. smells like bitter herbs, and a forest floor -- tis a perfect distraction.
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the fear piss of the mind!

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80% of your thoughts are negative. shocking? sure. fixable? yeah, to some degree. your brain is an absolute motherfucker. it’s built to hyper-focus on everything that sucks. but just because it’s normal doesn’t mean you’re stuck with it. meditation is like summoning your crusty fear piss factory and telling it to relax. you breathe. you focus. you let shitty thoughts roll by like the world’s worst parade - or flush the shitty thoughts and fear piss right on down your mind’s toilet. and slowly, they lose power. will you suddenly become a sunshine-and-rainbows perky bitch? no. but maybe you’ll stop feeling like every thought is a personal attack — and that’s progress.
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Assblasting Festival

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From the Franiverse Wiki, the sacred source of lore and gastric terror. The Assblasting Festival is a core Franiverse blood orgy -- an official holiday. Celebrated annually by mortals, vampires, and Sims-based lifeforms, it is a metaphysical shitshow of digestive depravity. As one of the highest holy blood orgies, it’s a sacred, cursed, and utterly pooptacular event rooted in mass trauma and a metric fuckton of emotional gluten. Think Thanksgiving, but everyone’s dead, and the turkey is alive. The festival originated when Thorne accidentally served a cursed casserole laced with tainted plasma fruit. This infamous dish -- Gelatinous Soul Ambrosia Casserole -- was crafted from expired Makkabakka meats, ghost tears, and litterbox scraps. The result? Mass toilet casualties, soul docking (don’t let the casserole dock souls), and explosive bathroom Jackson Pollocks -- but not smelling like one. 🔪 The Grand Meal (The Last Slaughter) Participants consume spoiled or cursed food, triggerin...
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