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I didn’t used to think about names of rabbit breeds or the particularities of them because to me All Rabbits Are Cute ™ but recently I’ve been looking into the names of breeds just to pinpoint some of the stuff that made it into the Hopps family members designs (unrealistically diverse for being the offspring of only two particular rabbits but like how I treat most issues of biology in my work I Do Not Give A Shit)

So Judy falls under Rex Chinchilla 

Due to her characteristic unfluffy short fur and royal greyness 

Sheena is a combo of Blanc De Hotot and your standard red eyed albino

Still can’t decide whether the marks around her eyes are partly natural or entirely make up. I am sure there is still make up involved.

Dolly is a chocolate Dutch 

Aw look how yummy. Diane is also a Dutch but I haven’t decided on her coloration.

Tulip, Fiona and Chet are all holland lops, but Tulip is cinnamon colored and Fiona and Chet are more palomino (and Chet is more helicoptered than lopped). I think George also falls in there.

raindropdrinkwater  asked: @Penig  I can see why attraction to makeup would point to her being a lesbian (though  lots of my male sims wear makeup, but that’s neither here nor there), but I  don’t get the link with fatness. Just curious – what’s the thought behind  it? (And I know you probably have an explanation that makes sense)

Look at a fat male sim. Look at a fat female sim. The first looks ridiculous, the second looks voluptuous. Now look at a fit male sim and a fit female sim. The male looks yummy; the female makes you want to feed her doughnuts. 

In consequence, I am inclined to direct male sims to perform fitness activities and let female ones alone on the subject. So a sim with a fitness turn-on is more likely to find attractive males than females, while one with a fatness turn-on is more likely to find females who meet their criteria. 

It’s not a rule, by any means. Sparrow burns energy with fitness activities to prevent herself from giving into the temptation to go out and seduce the first man to come to hand, while her husband Gerry, who only has two active points, hasn’t got the energy to get fit. (Especially after she’s done woohooing his brains out. It’s a hard job, but somebody’s got to do it.) Ernest is my favorite male sim and he’s fat, while Sage Ann got fit by accident in college and got stuck there. A sim who wants to exercise and doesn’t have more important things going on, will, and a sim who isn’t enthusiastic and can’t fit it into his busy schedule won’t. 

But in terms of maximizing chemical possibilities when turn-ons are first assigned, taking attraction to fatness or makeup as attraction to females, and to fitness or facial hair to attraction for males, works well enough in terms of getting me queer sims without having to actively decide that a certain sim is queer. And since, as with all my simming habits, I didn’t work this out till I’d been playing for awhile, it doesn’t necessarily apply to older denizens of Drama Acres.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.