[TS3] Married Officially Poses

So it’s been four glorious, slutty years since Obergefell v Hodges gave the entire United States marriage equality and I couldn’t be happier.

Wow first time releasing TS3 poses huh.

These were made for personal use and it matters a little. Everyone’s a little further or closer together because I was shooting very disparate weddings, but it’s nothing moving with the alt key can’t fix (except for that podium pose sigh).

You need:

Poseplayer

BEO’s bouquet

daluved1′s bouquet

You get:

Five couples poses + officiant poses, listed and unlisted

A plain recolor of FL Club’s book accessory. Original not required but her poses are epic and I know you’ve already shown her love.

Download now on Google Drive!

Also if you’re interested, you can read the short story they came from.

June 2019: “Goodridge, Windsor, Obergefell, and All Their Friends”

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“It was a stupid thing to ban but Massachusetts finally getting gay weddings in 2004 made a light go off in everyone’s heads here. Suddenly everyone has rainbow stickers and even our conservative synagogue’s new rabbi wanted to officially marry us.”

“And you say that like it’s a bad thing?”

“No, I don’t, thank Goodridge! I like this new world we all have.”

– Shoshanna and Lynn Morgenstern, married in 1994 and legally in 2006.

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“Can this be about dinner parties?”

“Don’t be stupid, it totally can.”

“It used to stink being the only unmarried people in the group. I know that some people choose it, but we didn’t have a choice! There were whole conversations we missed out on until we could get married. And then you realize that every group of adults feels like that until you get married.”

“Though it’s funny that being gay married made us feel more at home at church.”

– Bernardo and Scott O’Rourke, married in 2004.

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“Ha, you didn’t know me back in the 80’s. Not like I was the only guy to lose my partner, but it’s still the worst thing I had to go through. Then my niece said that it’s better than I didn’t marry Shawn, so we weren’t as close. Excuse me but honey, why? I loved him like a husband and that’s one memory we never got to have. I’m glad I lived to have a second chance at it. If we die in the next five years, there’s a wedding to die remembering. That’s great. I love being an old married man now.”

Marty and Glenn Ellis, married in 2018.

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“My dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in 2013, and my heart sunk. We had to go back to Nebraska and I wondered how much of my life was going to be anchored there. What would happen to my marriage? What if I had to work there or take care of my mom afterwards? Nobody stays in one state now.”

– Patrick and Devin Heinz, married in 2012.

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“We’re not married yet!”

“But we just saw Robyn and Jhene get married in Arkansas. In Arkansas! Not like we’re moving there but gay people get born in every state. I’m glad to get married now and not before…that court decision…”

“US v Windsor, babe.”

– Dominique Johnson and Cora Barret, to be married in 2020

“No, that one only repealed DOMA,” said Ms. Fields, wedding officiant extraordinaire. “Obergefell gave nationwide marriage rights.”

“Sounds like you know your job,” said Dominique. “Are you making a killing now?”

“Not much more than usual, but I’ve had an enlightening time talking to those I married.” In spite of marriage equality’s more recent legal status, Ms. Fields had been marrying gay couples for decades. It cost her a city clerk job but gained her a lucrative wedding planning and officiant career. And eventually, the tides shifted enough to get her back into City Hall to marry people. She even married many open-minded straight couples who heard about her services. Her weddings were considered inexpensive but heartfelt.

But she had never been married herself. When law was not an issue for it, then finding the right woman was. Even after she met Judy, the years ticked by and Ms. Fields passed 60…and then 65. Judy proposed and she said yes, but Ms. Fields still wasn’t immune to the mental hurdle of being married. She couldn’t even pinpoint why. Even after her tireless defense of same-sex marriage, did she think it was pointless? Maybe. She couldn’t see how her own life would change.

Off to the couples it was, then.

All her favorite couples had advice, and it was like a curtain was lifted. Marty and Glenn were the most right, though; getting married as two old grooms or brides was still worth it. There could be memories and cake. If Ms. Fields had all the legal rights she needed in the world, she still loved those two things too.

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It was a warm June 26th, and the fourth anniversary of Obergefell v Hodges. That was a deliberate choice and close to her heart. Ms. Fields would have worn a suit if it wouldn’t make her look like the officiant again. Thankfully a dress kept her cooler for her summer wedding. Planning her own wedding was more difficult than planning for others, but most of the details fell into place.

Ms. Fields invited her favorite couples, who convinced her to join them. But when she saw her officiant–a complete stranger before planning–at the podium, it truly fell into place. In every way, she was no longer alone.

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A/N:

Know your court cases! Goodridge v The Department of Public Health is what legalized same-sex marriage in my own state of Massachusetts (not like I remember any of it, I was 10). Your state or country might have a case to look up of their own.

Even better: you can grab my poses used in this story! Provided you’re a TS3 player of course.

May 2019: “The Ever-Expanding Mother”

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I usually didn’t call it a “mother”. It’s a fermentation starter. It’s a symbiotic culture of bacteria and yeast. It’s a sponge when it’s for bread and it expands indefinitely. But most people shopping only knew of starts and SCOBYs as mothers, like when they accidentally swallowed one in their bottle of kombucha.

Those yeasty mothers were all-consuming. You gave them food to grow indefinitely and they take it all for themselves, like the ultimate narcissist. But the by-products are what we all ferment for. The Mother turns a sickly sweet tea into a sour, effervescent drink. She makes gluten networks in sourdough and pockets of air between crumbs. She is what turns sugar into alcohol and sugar into acid and dead food into living.

So unlike a real narcissist, she’s useful.

“It is tour day, my dudes!” Not like I’d ever let Jaime the fiancée forget that, mostly because I dreaded Saturdays for it. Fermentation was supposed to be a private affair for me until it became trendy and profitable. Everyone wanted to learn about it and be my competition too. But my real problem was talking about mothers, even of the microscopic kind. It tied up my tongue.

“Yeah, we’re all set up for it.” Sourdough loaves sliced and one keg of kombucha set aside for samples. “It’s that weekend, isn’t it?”

“Well, I made sure not to go away for Mother’s Day this weekend,” said Jaime. “It’s going to be full of people you don’t want to celebrate and all sorts of nosy students. But you did OK last year, hun.”

“I can hold it together well,” I said.

“Just think of the yeast!” Jaime had bottles to clean and at least she didn’t forget about them that day. “Also, somehow we got weeds in our greenhouse.”

We had time to tend to our peppers and cucumbers before the tours arrived. I had some mature plants that were starting to blossom, but my mind wasn’t with them.

I still had to say something during the tour, and it was easy to write it down. Jaime and I stayed together for a reason: she was a wild child for sure, but full of good ideas for my life. She didn’t worry as much and I always wondered how to think like her.

Think of the yeast was the perfect starting point.

For the sour taste it was actually easy to think about yeast and the mother they came from. They expanded into every part of my life, even how I smelled, because I smelled like beer all the time.

If nothing else, yeast taught me patience. It could take days for a cold ferment of bread or pizza dough or even a month for kombucha. What I remembered about my own mother were the impulses instead. Should I have left her alone in the shop, she would kill my starters in a boiling pot or mix the dough too soon for attention.

In a sense, yeast made the perfect mother. All her spores turned into children that worked with her and grew to a humble equal. No belittling, no doubts, no even having to bicker about chores. Everyone had the same work.

Of course it was foolish to think that it could ever be that ideal for people. We were multicellular and all that implied. Even bakers had to treat their mothers cruelly, like if yeast failed to bloom or other tragedy struck. But it made me a better person than I was when I bought the storefront. It improved me when my own mother made me feel as bitter and angry and selfish as her.

“…but the most important thing about yeast is that it makes everything it touches taste really, really good,” I told my crowd. “And my lovely assistant Jaime is gonna untap one of our kombucha kegs for all of you.”

A/N:

April 2019 Short Story: “Zeroth Card”

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The Fool’s Journey is the real year zero of your life, even if you’re a too-old college grad. It is the zeroth card in the Major Arcana for a reason too, because you’re like a newborn freed from its slimy amniotic sac.

All my other cards were Minor Arcana, a little harder to pin a character to, but I imagine that the Page of Cups is a pretty woman of curiosity. The Ten of Swords is as painful as ten swords in your back. But, I can always reverse that in my head.

And what else happened in my head? The Lovers card.

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“So imagine what your reading could be,” Annie said.

“I thought we were just getting wings,” Cat mumbled. But they already had wings? Annie even let her date get them as hot as she wanted them. They disagreed on that part the moment they introduced themselves. “Did you rehearse that?”

“Well, eating wings can get boring. Tarot’s just a storytelling game and, ya know, I put stock into it but you don’t need to. And of course I rehearsed it.”

“How many ways can I say…not interested?”

The fifteen minute date was a new record for Annie. Shortest date ever, and longest for her too. Unfortunately, no one wanted a tarot reading besides her parents, and even they had their limits. It was hard to stop talking about! Annie studied it for years, ever since her weird aunt gave her a deck when she was a kid.

Annie had to carry those spicy wings to the bar all by her lonesome. She needed a beer to wash them down too, and there was a bartender. They tended to be nice but fake about it. Even Cat’s honesty was a tiny bit better.

Going outside of the house wasn’t that much fun after all. That was what another reading said the journey would be. Annie got both an upright World and Hanged Man. There were many ways to read it, but she was finally going stir-crazy in her mid-20’s.

“Disaster date, huh snookums?” said the bartender. She was an older woman with grey-streaked hair and tons of freckles.

“I don’t think it’s a bad thing, but tarot’s the only thing I know. And I guess not everyone wants that,” she said.

“Hey, I read with my lady friends every Thursday night. It’s not a bad thing, imagine us old ladies still needing guidance…oh sweetie, we do.”

“Eh…I’m getting bored just carrying my deck around,” said Annie. “Slow night, huh?”

“I didn’t need anyone to tell me it would be.”

Annie spread the cards out on the counter, careful to not get any liquid on them. And when the bartender’s started with The Fool too, a smile curled up on Annie’s face. Everyone else was embarking on a new adventure too.

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A/N:

Yeah son I don’t know a thing about tarot. Before someone comes down my back for “but you’ve said you’ve been a fan of Tarot for over a decade!” please be kind, they’re a band. Thankfully Biddy Tarot did a great job giving the shortest blurbs ever about the cards.

No fun lots, sims, or poses to give out this time, sorry!

Anyways did I mention that this is part of the Monthly Simlit Short Story Challenge? I don’t write just for the fun of it anymore.

I know we’re all on the honor system for the Veteran vs. Novice but for anyone who’s new to me: I’ve been writing sims stories in various locations since 2012 and have since garnered a reputation for being long-winded, dirty, writing deliberately unlikable characters, and sometimes letting my big gay seep through. I haven’t written anything that wasn’t under a variant of the username TheTripWasInfraGreen.

And hey! Please read ALL of the other April stories and vote when it is open to.

Bud?

Bud died today at 17. While the days leading up it weren’t painless, I thank his vet and her staff for making his actual passing just that.

It’s ironic because his death-defiance became such a meme. I’ve lost count of how many times I gave premature death warnings to friends, so much that I stopped them (including this week). We had a death pool in my office and wondered which celebrities he would outlive. Sadly, I lost my bets about Kirk Douglas and Bob Dole.

My parents and I, waiting for the vet to come in, recalled how much of a little punk he was. His first Easter with us in 2006 was memorable because he jumped up on our dining room table to eat a whole pound of shredded cheese. He was a leash-puller with everyone but me, and pissed in front of my dad in defiance when they first met. And dad was crying the most out of all of us this afternoon when he passed.

I loved Bud dearly, even if he existed passively around me. He would fall asleep in my bedroom after my dad left for work and loved all my blankets. I would often catch him sleeping in a sunbeam near my desk. Bud got the ends of cucumbers when I was cutting them; his favorite snack. Like me, he was a lazy dog and the perfect TV companion. I was less happy to give up many of my stuffed animals to him to play with, because he’d tear them apart. But it kept Bud happy, and all the plushies I wanted stayed on my bed.

The best thing was just the way his name sounded. It was the only thing we could thank his former owners for.

Bud’s favorite show was House of Cards, and thankfully he outlived that. He also liked sports, and lived through three Red Sox World Series wins. Three Patriots Super Bowl wins, where my dad would toss him in the air with a victory. He would stay up with us for New Year’s Eve every year, and also get tossed in the air.

He lost track of time as he got older, but Bud still woke up at 5am every morning. I’m going to miss him pattering around the kitchen when I woke up. As age gave him lumps and skin cysts, Bud didn’t want to be touched that much. His vision and hearing had declined to the point where he didn’t notice any of us, but I noticed him.

I’m going to miss waking up to Bud the most. And watching him fall back asleep and envying his lifestyle.

The last picture is what I took today. We cleaned up Bud before taking him to the vet, even if he had list all sense of what dignity even was. Unfortunately his face and body was still gnarly in his last days. Weeping sores and a facial tumor robbed him of his once puppy-like good looks, and he lost much of his body weight in the last few months of his life. But the sun was shining and I captured Bud in his favorite moments too: sleeping in a sunbeam.

[vegan] One Pot Chickpea Picatta Pasta with Arugula

No meat is tough when chicken picatta is one of your fave meals.

Ingredients:

• 12oz farfalle pasta
• 32oz cooked/canned chickpeas, drained
• 3 shallots, chopped
• 10 cloves garlic, chopped
• 5oz baby arugula
• 1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
• Juice of three lemons
• 3oz capers and brine
• 2tsp kosher salt + more to taste
• 1tsp black pepper + more to taste
• 1/2tsp dried thyme
• 2tsp instant broth powder (optional)
• 4.5 cups water

Steps:

1. In a large saucepan, heat olive oil over medium-high heat until shimmering. Add shallots and saute for two minutes, and then garlic and saute for another minute.
2. Add drained chickpeas, farfalle, salt, pepper, thyme, broth powder, juice of two lemons, and water to the pan. Cover and let cook for 15-20 minutes or until al dente. Uncover to stir occasionally and taste for doneness.
3. Add arugula, capers, and remaining lemon juice to pan. Cook uncovered and stir for another two minutes or until liquid in pan reduces into a thickened sauce.
4. Taste for salt and pepper and add more if necessary. Serve hot.

This recipe serves 4-6 people.

[vegan] Instant Broth Powder

You know, you can drink this stuff too.

• 1/2 cups nutritional yeast
• 2tbsp kosher salt
• 2tbsp sugar
• 1tsp onion powder
• 1tsp garlic powder
• 1/2tbsp MSG (optional)

If your ingredients aren’t fine enough, you can quickly run it through a blender. Otherwise, combine in a jar or container and store in a dry place.

Making into broth: if you just want to use it straight up as a broth for something like quick soup or instant noodles, then the proportion is 5 ounces hot water to one teaspoon powder.

[TS4] My Fabulous Gay Indoors Date Poses, Pt. 2 [GONE SEXUAL]

[TS4] My Fabulous Gay Indoors Date, Pt. 2 [GONE SEXUAL]

Too spicy for Tumblr? I’m not testing it. It’s nighttime sexual funsies and morning after fun too, with cute poses and varying degrees of success for our couple (it’s not Thari spam without either of them being kind of a moron or not reading a room)

You need:

Andrew’s Pose Player

Teleport Any Sim

@quiddity-jones‘ wine glasses

@eslanes and @quiddity-jones‘ sex toy accessory

@soloriya‘s coffee mug accessory

My own wine bottle accessory

What you get:

Coffee pot accessory. Found under rings, it takes up parts of the left and right bracelet area on the UV map, and is assigned to the right stigmata bone.

Frying pan with eggs accessory. Found under rings, takes up the necklace area on the UV map, and is assigned to the right stigmata bone.

Wooden spatula accessory. Found under rings, takes up the choker area on the UV map, and is assigned to the left stigmata bone.

Download on Google Drive

 

[TS4] My Fabulous Gay Indoors Date Poses and Accessories, Pt. One [CHASTE]

[TS4] My Fabulous Gay Indoors Date (Pt. One) (Chaste)

Okay bud, title gore aside, it’s mah birfday soon and my gift to myself is Thari and enabling lesbian photosets for everyone else. And by part one I mean it! My folders are packed to the brim. For now though, we get some loosely connected activities that girlfriends can do.

You need:

Andrew’s Pose Player

Teleport Any Sim

@wyattssims Bong

Moc’s Potato Chip accessory

And what you get is far more:

Wine Bottle accessory. Found under bracelets, takes up the “choker” part of the UV map, and is assigned to the left stigmata bone. (Note: there is an older version of this accessory that may be floating around because I shared it with others. It has different joint assignments but it does not conflict with the newer version)

Cassette Tape accessory AND deco. Accessory is found under rings, takes up parts of the “bicep” part of the UV map, and is assigned to the left stigmata bone. Deco costs $5.

Lighter accessory. Found under rings, unfortunately takes up the “left ring finger” part of the UV map (this is an older accessory I mapped a while ago, before I used Kijiko’s lashes), and it is assigned to the right stigmata bone.

Bowl of Chips accessory. Found under bracelets, takes up parts of the “bicep” and “nose ring” parts of the UV map, and is assigned to the left stigmata bone.

Overturned bowl of chips deco. Costs $2.

Special Thanks To:

@budgie2budgie for the original wine bottle textures and @tinkeringtinkle for the original mesh

@a3ru for the original lighter mesh

Download now on Google Drive! 

Other Pics:

[TS4] Zero-G Poses + Space Prints

First off, a big thanks to studiok2sims​ for letting me take inspiration from her Zero G poses for TS3. I cannot live without her work in TS3 so thank you for everything!

NASA’s Photo of the Day provided my prints.

Long ago in December 2018 these were made as a secret santa gift for pammiechick​. It has been too long of a wait for the rest of you friends!!

Download Poses | Download Prints

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