Cassie's Sims

Hi, this is Pi, Pitheinfinite, the founder of @pis3update and @pis3story & the joint founder of ts3creatorscave.

About a month ago, my original account got suspended by tumblr with no reason provided. I followed the protocol and filed my complaint but my patience got no reward. No response. Nothing At All.

It's time to take some real actions I think. Please help me by urging @staff to give my account back. Even though I've been on hiatus for quite some time and still don't have much time for the game or the community at the moment, I want to keep the place I've built for years, knowing that I always have a home here to go to.

Besides, my story sideblog pis3story, unlike pis3update, has only one member/admin, and will go down with my original account.

I recently changed the email address I use for Tumblr. Received an email to confirm the change. Clicking the link sends me to a blank page. Trying to get to customer support sends me to a blank page. My Dashboard has an anoying message telling me to confirm my email address, which I can't do. And until I do, my account is restricted, so I can't reply to posts or send messages to people. Including @staff to ask them to fix this.

If a sim has been working out until fatigued, they can't work out again until the moodlet disappears. Makes sense, right? Swimming also builds athletic skill. Because of this, if a sim is too fatigued to work out, they are also too fatigued to swim. So if you force them to swim anyway, they become afraid of drowning and get out as soon as possible.

In light of the ongoing instant-bans that have been targeting numerous Simblr accounts lately, I’m curious: exactly how many of us in The Sims’ videogaming community have been hit by Tumblr’s inept bans before?

Regardless of when it happened (last week or last year, it still happened); regardless of whether you successfully got your account restored or not; and regardless of whether @staff gave you any explanation why or why or not–how many of y’all have suffered from Tumblr’s automated bots and algorithms flagging your account and terminating it without warning?

Recently, more and more simmers have been asking questions about what can be done, not just to restore lost accounts, but most importantly: how to protect current accounts that could still fall victim to automatic termination. It is a sad state of affairs when the community has to educate ourselves, left in the dark with nothing but radio silence, when @staff @support themselves does nothing to promptly answer tickets submitted to https://www.tumblr.com/support, and fail to take adequate action by providing meaningful ways to help its user base with proper safeguards, algorithmic responses (warnings, etc.), or community-wide public outreach when asked directly about the situation.

As Tumblr drags its feet in silence, more blogs can be shut down with none the wiser for it. Some blogs are never recovered or return, and if not for @katsujiiccfinds here and @desiree-uk here coming forward with details about their own account terminations, the Sims community would have likely never known about the potential threat of certain rebloggable outbound links that can cause automatic terminations. But as seen in cases like mine here, sometimes being forewarned doesn’t necessarily guarantee being forearmed. And in cases like @three-stars-ranch & @studiok2sims last week and @darkccfinds & @mspoodle1 last year, and so many more simblrs in-between–they had no clue why their accounts were suddenly banned without warning–with accounts like @aisquaredchoco and @studiok2sims being restored just as suddenly and also without any explanation.

This is a totally unacceptable way to run a social media website and treat one’s user base, and something must be done.

Add alternative links to your downloads in case SFS is down or having troubles Also if you so want that one piece of cc that you seriously must send awful comments to SFS when they are having troubles then you need to think a moment. Try later again, try at an hour when there is not so much traffic. I have noticed that for my timezone, my time at 10 am is very good moment to download. not much traffic and it runs smoothly

Having another option is not a bad option, you can serve your followers and also help the rush in the SFS servers when it is a rush hour there. 

Let’s be friendly  ♥ 

Eightteen years ago on this day, little Tobias Smethwyck was born, exactly at midnight. Over the next couple of days I’m going to raise him up to enter @wannabecatwriter‘s bachelorette challenge. I already know what he is going to look like, but I want him to acquire his skills naturally, so they won’t be unrealistically high.

Let us pray for the whole world… A Prayer for People All over the World…

“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”

I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.