#unsimspirational

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@unsimspirational replied to your photo “I’m getting a little bit worried about my computer. It has been...”

Maybe look in Device Manger if you haven't tried this. Just type into search box and check to make sure drivers are up to date or best driver being used. This happens to my screen at times even tho I have a new hard drive and updated drivers to my knowledge. But I've read that if drivers aren't up to date it will affect performance. I’ve actually tried this, but there are no immediate issues displayed and all the devices I checked individually so far tell me they’re up to date. But it’s good to know that the borked screenshot seems to be a normal glitch!

@simcatcher replied to your photo “I’m getting a little bit worried about my computer. It has been...”

Oh no :( I really hope you can figure this out!

@windermeresimblr replied to your photo “I’m getting a little bit worried about my computer. It has been...”

Oh, gosh! I hope it's just a matter of adjusting the right driver. I don't think I've seen this error before.

@buckleysims replied to your photo “I’m getting a little bit worried about my computer. It has been...”

Inside, a woman appeared to be standing perfectly still on some kind of platform. Was it his wife? A secret girlfriend? An Alien? Conclusions were leapt to. Photos were snapped; certain they were uncovering something scandalous, salacious.

Inside, blissfully unaware of the shrub-based surveillance, Mr. Relevart was making last-minute adjustments to a remarkably lifelike female mannequin. The photog outside was already crafting an entirely incorrect narrative about his love life, when in reality, Mr. Relevart was just finalizing shipping details and debating whether “gently used” would sound honest or alarming on his eBay post.

Father and son Goth settle into a very serious afternoon of reading at the library. Same posture. Same grip on the book. Same expression. Same focus. Copy-and-paste.

At the Curious House, the family carries on in their daily routines. Toddler walks outside, toddler walks inside. Outside. Inside. Every. Single. Day.

A rain puddle settles on the roof, forming an almost perfect heart. A reassuring sign that all is well in that household.

Because Jared is stuck working at one of his part-time jobs, Connor returns his niece to where she rightfully belongs — with her mother. Claire graciously invites Connor to lunch, relieved her daughter returned fully intact.

Connor sees it’s sushi for lunch and leaves immediately. No argument. No discussion. No goodbyes. Just a quiet, non-dramatic exit. Some people have standards. He was some people.

Morgana sits down to a beautiful plate of dumplings delivered piping hot from her favorite restaurant. She's been dreaming of this meal all day.

Virginia chooses this exact moment to scream with the passion of a baby who believes she should have her mother’s full attention at all times. Virginia’s demands are simple: be held immediately or else! Morgana takes another bite, refusing to rush her meal. She is determined to finish lunch. Virginia is determined she will not.

Virginia issues one final warning. Morgana wisely complies, responding to the wee tyrant who believes she exists primarily for holding, admiration, and the strict enforcement of uninterrupted audience attention, with zero tolerance for disengagement.

Morgana, determined to be civil for once in her life, offered a bright, chirpy “Hi!” as they passed. Olive didn’t even flick an eyelash in her direction. She just kept walking, serene and silent, like she had somewhere better to be. Morgana stopped mid‑stride. Her lip curled. Professional husband‑misplacer, she thought.

Full‑time widow-maker, she thought.

Black widow spider, she thought, with righteous indignation of someone who had just been personally wronged by a stranger’s refusal to acknowledge her existence. So much for Twinbrook being full she thought. Twinbrook, Morgana decided, was getting overcrowded and ruder by the day.