How have I missed seeing this outfit for so long?
Yay for humorous but unoriginal Homestuck genderbending cosplays!
About time. I need me a shiny fishing rod I’ll never use.
…do I need to put this entire town through diversity training?
You can try to rationalize my hatred as not being a sign of me hating you all you want, but it doesn’t change anything.
But I guess after seeing how pathetic this guy got, I can understand your fear of how this relationship will end.
No! Glad you told me so I could forbid it!
Wow. I don’t even treat the neighbors I like well.
Will there be food?
This right here is the downside to only having one room in your house. And no walls.
There’s so much Schadenfreude involved in watching Jacques pretend that he’s not totally lonely and depressed without me.
Your metaphor is falling flat here, O’Hare. And no one’s going to buy that you didn’t purposely drop this. It’s bright and sunny.
First of all: yes.
Secondly: stop interrupting me while I see the light that’s right before my eyes.
Oh right, it’s March now. Not that you can tell from looking outside.
Glad Nintendo’s gift reflects that.
Meanwhile, the internet gives us a promise of hope.
I’m not sure if that means she’s wearing the only girl pants with any real pockets or that it’s custom-designed to have a pocket for each tentacle.
Lolita ram is freaking me out.
I’d guess panties, but they don’t seem to wear any.
Eh. I could take it or leave it really.
Well it’s about damn time.
Finally I can stop wasting my time and money buying all this shit.
…assuming that’s what’s in the fertilizer.
That’s all it’s about really. That’s all it’s ever been about.
I feel like there’s a story there, but I don’t care enough to ask.
This seems like a more appropriate outfit for a mayor who’s resting on the laurels of past successes.
Thanks Gulliver. How this icy, holiday room got along without this nutcracker I’ll never know.
Yes. The important thing that everyone else do the work for me.
Instead of the other way around. Like always.
I haven’t seen a lot of post-Festivale confetti collecting at the basins of rivers, so it looks like it’s working.
Stop talking to my mule, Marina. You’ll just distract him from storing my shit.
Poor Scoot. I probably shouldn’t have spread those rumors that made him question his masculinity.
Assuming that was me.
So: I have less reason to explore the town for fish and insects now.
Also, that weeding day is coming up, and I’d like to get one of them neat little bush projects from Leif to show off.
And I could use some extra time to focus on saving up money. Get the rest of Gracie’s stuff, save up money until I’m ridiculously rich, and someday, somehow, own an ATM machine that I’ll never use.
These are all reasons why I will make Shi’tton into an oxymoron of a town.
So much of an oxymoron.
Sally: when a blizzard comes in the middle of April, then you can complain to me.
Otherwise shut up.
A golden shovel would be a good start.
Did I end up spreading that rumor? I don’t remember doing so, but it certainly sounds like something I would do.
Not to offend Julian, mind you. But to see if they ran with it.
Ah, but now you are assuming a very simplistic, one-to-one correlation between what something looks like in our waking lives and what it represents in a dream. This is dream logic we’re talking about. Complex, multifaceted substitutions are the name of the game. Primary process thinking. So if O’Hare were, in fact, to see a parabolic antenna that he identified as phallically shaped (assuming he was able to get around the defense mechanisms that would prevent him from recognizing it as such), and that very antenna were impacting the earth, crashing into it in a way that seemed to impress a female neighbor that was also in the dream, well, I hardly need to explain why this is a significant dream.
I think the only question is whether the dream indicates that his infatuation with me as a sexualized father figure has finally been replaced, or whether Elise, as female bystander, reinforces his rejection of societal heteronormativity.
You don’t say. If only I had been warned ahead of time. I would have dressed for the occasion.
Ah, there you are Phineas. Where the Hell were you yesterday? Well, no matter. Go ahead and tell me how great I am.
Ah, very professional sounding.
And what about the deep sea badge? How will that be differentiated from this badge?
Well, that’s… really dumb, actually.
Ah, Pavé. No doubt Nintendo of America will again erase your identity and pretend that your body and identity are both female and have always been as such. Joining Saharah and Gracie in that regard. All in the name of not offending intolerant, bigoted parents.
Oh… I guess not. Maybe there’s hope for them after all.
Surely I can’t be the only Sims veteran who was creeped out by this phrase.
What are you doing indoors, Julian? It’s Festivale! There’s only so much time for dancing and revelry before whatever Secular Lent we celebrate in this game! Surely you can’t be intimidated by Pavé’s fashion sense and dancing skills? I mean, that’s just silly! You’re the unicorn here, not him! Get out there and show him a little Shi’tton pride!
That’s the spirit!
You’re one to talk, oh generic African king.
That’s probably because they’re tentacles. I mean, it’s lovely that Marina wants to join in on the festivities, but she really needs to take care of herself. I wouldn’t be suffocating myself if an event was held under the sea.
Which won’t happen of course. Because I’m mayor and I say so.
Or… Isabelle says so.
I wonder where she got all this confetti anyway. And who’s going to clean the town, river, and ocean up afterward.
I’m guessing no one, given how much garbage I find when fishing.
I guess, given his species, I would expect that Tom would be mesmerized by such a fluffy tail that moves every which way as Pavé dances. I’m surprised he hasn’t been kicked out for trying to pounce on it.
See, what sets this event apart from all the other annoying and time-consuming ones is that the items that you collect in order to get other items are in themselves rare collectables. So, if you’re like me, that means balancing getting the feathers for their own sake and then saving up enough extras (three a pop) to get a complete Pavé furniture series. Which you get randomly, I might add.
In short: you don’t want to know how long it took me to get this last piece.
I suppose at least I didn’t have to throw away 100 million on some fake charity scheme in order to get these feathers.
You’d think Phyllis would have retired with all she ripped us all off for.
All right O’Hare, now I want you to think carefully about this: just how phallic was this antenna?
Same ol’ Jacques. Not much more to be said than that.
Madam, I will have you know that I will wear whatever Triforce embroidered dress I damn well please.
Yet another moment when I am jealous of my fictional town’s predictable weather patterns. Well, time to start caring about what goes on in my town again. Not for its own sake, of course. But because there’s new furniture to be had.