hey guys friendly reminder from your fave Canadian that esk*mo is a slur so please don’t use it!
I see it usually in the context of “esk*mo kisses” which may pop up when people talk about their ships and their headcanon, but it means “snow eaters” in cree and is a slur against Inuit people so please just don’t use it!
and I would appreciate if u reblogged this because people outside Canada don’t seem to know this for the most part
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
Sometimes I feel myself getting stuck in a CAS rut and a lot of my sims end up looking very similar. I’ve seen these types of click and drag generators often as writing resources, or as silly games to predict the “future” and thought it might be interesting to tailor it and incorporate it directly into the sims so I’ve thrown a quick one together. Everything is still quite open-ended so it’s all up for personal interpretation, it’s just a push to get you started.
*Note: I included alien and vampire under gender. If you get one of these options, feel free to drag again until you get male/female to determine the gender, or choose it yourself. Like I said this isn’t set in stone and is more for inspiration than hardcore rules. If you don’t have the vampire pack, just pull a different result. No biggie.
By no means do I take any form of credit for this idea, I’m sure it’s probably even been done on simblr in the past, I just wanted to throw my hat in the ring and thought I’d share it with all you lovelies as well. x
Might make a fun challenge too? tag your creations as #clickanddragcas or something and see what this prompts us all to make maybe idk!! just have fun nd make cute sims
Without actually meaning to, he’d been paying (probably) too
much attention to the way the press referred to Dan and Matt sometimes – the
way “captain Dan Wilds” was sometimes “Matt Boyd’s girlfriend,” or how sometimes
people speculated about “Nicky Hemmick’s boyfriend from Germany.” And when it
came to him and Andrew, Neil didn’t care about labels, not really, or about
what people thought they were to each other. Truthfully, Neil knew that boyfriend wasn’t a sufficient enough
term for their relationship, but it didn’t hurt to tease Andrew once in every
“I am your nothing,” Andrew said, as Neil had expected he
would. He was on the couch, legs pulled up close to his chest with a book balanced
on his thighs.
From his spot on the other end of the sofa, Neil said, “A
rare occasion when you’re wrong,” and bit back his smile. Twisting Andrew’s own
words against him was one of Neil’s favorite pasttimes. “I am your nothing.”
When Andrew said nothing, Neil nudged him with his toes. Andrew
responded with a bored glance before focusing back on his book. Neil crawled
the small space between them and let his head lean against Andrew’s shoulder.
“I am you nothing,
and you are my everything,” Neil said,
knowing Andrew was listening. “You are my team, you are my family, you are my
home. And you’re also my boyfriend.”
A hand turned Neil’s face towards Andrew’s, and Andrew’s
golden eyes were… steady. Searching. “You,” he said, “are everything.”
And Neil knew it was true. It would always be true.