Solie Sims

They don't entertain third part purchases. They wouldn't even look into the bundles I bought via the EA app. They asked for one of the codes, which I supplied an older one. This was it... And poof, gone..

They basically said although they can see ALL my games they can't see the logs for why it was deleted so they can't retrieve it for me. Tech support wanted to know where I bought the DLCs from and because they weren't all from the EA store (some were gifts others from Amazon etc)... Part 2

Guys I need help, my email got hacked yesterday and all the apps linked to it. I was able to retrieve my EA account. Log into the app and I have only 4 DLCs. I own all but 2 of the expansion packs and most of the rest. EA SUPPORT abruptly ended the chat with me after transferring me 3x...Part 1

The Carter-Banks – The Bad Influence Jayden begins pulling away, skipping practice and curfews, and Malik is forced to discipline without breaking trust, while the rest of the household quietly absorbs the tension.

The Carter-Banks – The Bad Influence

Jayden begins pulling away, skipping practice and curfews, and Malik is forced to discipline without breaking trust, while the rest of the household quietly absorbs the tension.

Season One Recap: The Still Life of Rio Palmer Finding Her Footing Season one began with Rio turning the key to her new house in San Sequoia. It was a solid house with good bones but the front and back yards were completely bare. Those first few months were a grind; she was figuring out a new town, stressed about student debt and waiting for her freelance art career to take off.

Season One Recap: The Still Life of Rio Palmer

Finding Her Footing Season one began with Rio turning the key to her new house in San Sequoia. It was a solid house with good bones but the front and back yards were completely bare. Those first few months were a grind; she was figuring out a new…

The Carter-Banks – It Was Today? David Banks experiences a hectic day filled with client meetings and missed family events, culminating in tension as he juggles professional duties and personal regrets. His evening shifts to a more domestic scene with Ayla, who tries to lighten the mood, though David conceals his true feelings about the day's disappointments.

The Carter-Banks – It Was Today?

David Banks experiences a hectic day filled with client meetings and missed family events, culminating in tension as he juggles professional duties and personal regrets. His evening shifts to a more domestic scene with Ayla, who tries to lighten the mood, though…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 25 – A Night That Stayed With Me A quiet holiday brings closeness, longing, and decisions that feel small in the moment, as Rio moves toward connection without realizing how much is about to change.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 25 – A Night That Stayed With Me

A quiet holiday brings closeness, longing, and decisions that feel small in the moment, as Rio moves toward connection without realizing how much is about to change.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 24 – Not So Silent Night I was still laughing at something Noah had whispered to me when Mari pulled open the apartment door. Mari didn’t ask what the joke was; she just smiled knowingly and wrapped me in a quick hug before tugging me inside. “You made it,” Mari said brightly, stepping back to give us space. Her eyes fell to the pie dish in my hands, then to the bottle of wine tucked under Noah’s arm.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 24 – Not So Silent Night

I was still laughing at something Noah had whispered to me when Mari pulled open the apartment door. Mari didn’t ask what the joke was; she just smiled knowingly and wrapped me in a quick hug before tugging me inside. “You made it,” Mari…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 23 – The Season of Lists I was halfway through painting the spare room when Mari showed up, her knock followed by the creak of the front door opening. “You’re home?” she called up the stairs, the words carrying easily through the house. “Up here!” I shouted back, brush still moving along the wall in careful strokes. A moment later, she appeared in the doorway, arms folded as she leaned against the frame.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 23 – The Season of Lists

I was halfway through painting the spare room when Mari showed up, her knock followed by the creak of the front door opening. “You’re home?” she called up the stairs, the words carrying easily through the house. “Up here!” I shouted…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 22 – Harvestfest The morning air had a crispness to it, the windows clouded just enough to catch the light. I stood in the kitchen, wrapping the still-warm pie I had baked the night before. Cinnamon lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of the kettle on the stove. Mari was already perched at the counter with a mug of coffee, hair pulled into a loose messy plait, scrolling idly through her phone.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 22 – Harvestfest

The morning air had a crispness to it, the windows clouded just enough to catch the light. I stood in the kitchen, wrapping the still-warm pie I had baked the night before. Cinnamon lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of the kettle…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 21 – The Pull of Maybe The porch steps were still warm from the day’s sun, though the air had shifted into that in-between hour when shadows stretch long and the light turns soft. I sat halfway down, elbows resting on my knees, the hem of my sweater brushing against my thighs. From the street came the faint hum of a neighbor’s radio and the occasional hiss of tires on pavement.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 21 – The Pull of Maybe

The porch steps were still warm from the day’s sun, though the air had shifted into that in-between hour when shadows stretch long and the light turns soft. I sat halfway down, elbows resting on my knees, the hem of my sweater brushing…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 20 – First Sip The sun spilled lazily through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from my mug of ginseng. Miso had already claimed the sunny patch on the floor, sprawled out like a little furry sentinel who occasionally meowed if I didn’t acknowledge her often enough. I was halfway through flipping a batch of banana pancakes when she yawned at me, slow and dramatic, as if she’d been supervising all morning.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 20 – First Sip

The sun spilled lazily through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from my mug of ginseng. Miso had already claimed the sunny patch on the floor, sprawled out like a little furry sentinel who occasionally meowed if I didn’t acknowledge…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 19 – The Next Turn By the time Mari and I pulled into my driveway, the sky had shifted into that hazy blue that comes right before dusk. The car smelled faintly of apples and cinnamon; the trunk was still packed with bags from the orchard. We’d been replaying the weekend in little bursts the whole ride home, laughing about her “adventurous” city-to-country driving, which really just meant I ended up behind the wheel for most of the trip back.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 19 – The Next Turn

By the time Mari and I pulled into my driveway, the sky had shifted into that hazy blue that comes right before dusk. The car smelled faintly of apples and cinnamon; the trunk was still packed with bags from the orchard. We’d been replaying…

The Luna Legacy – Gen 1 Part 1 – Everything Fit in One Bag Wanda, feeling neglected by her career-driven partner Mateo, decides to leave with their daughter Arabella, packing only essentials as she seeks a fresh start with her friend Penelope.

The Luna Legacy – Gen 1 Part 1 – Everything Fit in One Bag

Wanda, feeling neglected by her career-driven partner Mateo, decides to leave with their daughter Arabella, packing only essentials as she seeks a fresh start with her friend Penelope.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 18 – The Orchard Weekend The drive out of the city felt like slipping into another season entirely. The trees along the highway traded steel and glass backdrops for rolling fields touched with gold. Mari kept the music low, occasionally making dramatic gasps at my turns, which earned her more than one playful side-eye. “You’re lucky I drove most of the way,” I teased, easing the car onto the narrow road that led to the bed and breakfast.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 18 – The Orchard Weekend

The drive out of the city felt like slipping into another season entirely. The trees along the highway traded steel and glass backdrops for rolling fields touched with gold. Mari kept the music low, occasionally making dramatic gasps at…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 17 – A Quiet Reset Mari called a few days later, just as I was putting away the last of the clean laundry. The machine had finally been installed earlier that week and I was still adjusting to the novelty of doing it all at home. No more hauling baskets into town or counting quarters, just a quiet hum in the background and clothes that smelled like my own detergent.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 17 – A Quiet Reset

Mari called a few days later, just as I was putting away the last of the clean laundry. The machine had finally been installed earlier that week and I was still adjusting to the novelty of doing it all at home. No more hauling baskets into…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 16 – The End of Something I spent the morning bent over a cracked tile near the bathroom door, scraping away grout with a level of focus I hadn’t summoned in weeks. The rest of the tiles were still intact but this one had been bothering me for a while, ever since I’d started seriously thinking about installing a washer in there. The guys were supposed to come by later in the week to take measurements and I wanted the space to feel a little more prepared.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 16 – The End of Something

I spent the morning bent over a cracked tile near the bathroom door, scraping away grout with a level of focus I hadn’t summoned in weeks. The rest of the tiles were still intact but this one had been bothering me for a while, ever…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 15 – Between Seasons Things had started to feel a little more grounded lately. I still had my share of worries but the edge had softened. The house was feeling even more like mine and although it came with a running list of repairs and small frustrations, it also came with a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. I had a steady rhythm now; work was consistent, money was flowing in regularly and my days, while not always exciting, had begun to feel manageable.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 15 – Between Seasons

Things had started to feel a little more grounded lately. I still had my share of worries but the edge had softened. The house was feeling even more like mine and although it came with a running list of repairs and small frustrations, it…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 14 – Club Chaos It started with a knock. Not even a knock, really. A rapid-fire rhythm on my door like the person on the other side was either very late or very drunk. I opened it to find Mari, wide-eyed and grinning, holding two mismatched heels in one hand and an iced coffee in the other. “You’re wearing black,” she said, barging in.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 14 – Club Chaos

It started with a knock. Not even a knock, really. A rapid-fire rhythm on my door like the person on the other side was either very late or very drunk. I opened it to find Mari, wide-eyed and grinning, holding two mismatched heels in one hand and…

Cain Blackthorn: The Last Hunter – Episode 1: The Vampire’s Masquerade The raven arrived at midnight, wings cutting through the unnatural silence. Cain Blackthorn knew what it meant before he saw the crimson envelope held in its beak. The wax seal gleamed wet in the moonlight, a blood moon pierced by a dagger. The Volkov crest."For the thorned man," the raven croaked, its voice rough and low, then vanished into the night.

Cain Blackthorn: The Last Hunter – Episode 1: The Vampire’s Masquerade

The raven arrived at midnight, wings cutting through the unnatural silence. Cain Blackthorn knew what it meant before he saw the crimson envelope held in its beak. The wax seal gleamed wet in the moonlight, a blood moon pierced…

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 13 – Some Kind of Rhythm There’s a rhythm to life lately. Not a loud one, a quiet, gentle hum, like the clink of a mug, the shuffle of slippers, the sound of a page turning. Life doesn’t always announce when a new chapter begins. Sometimes it just… settles. The mornings have started cooler, quieter. Miso curls tighter in her bed. I’ve paid down a chunk of my student loan, not a miracle but it feels like a huge ease off my back.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 13 – Some Kind of Rhythm

There’s a rhythm to life lately. Not a loud one, a quiet, gentle hum, like the clink of a mug, the shuffle of slippers, the sound of a page turning. Life doesn’t always announce when a new chapter begins. Sometimes it just… settles. The…

I needed a garden centre Rio could visit with her mom

Weekend Mood, Every Day

This little corner is giving me major chill-and-read-all-day energy. Honestly, if you’re looking for me… I’ll be right here with snacks and a good book.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 11 – The Visit Rio navigates a day filled with her mother's unexpected visit, gardening discussions, strained feelings about her relationships, and reflections on independence, ultimately questioning her connection with Manuel while seeking personal growth.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 11 – The Visit

Rio navigates a day filled with her mother's unexpected visit, gardening discussions, strained feelings about her relationships, and reflections on independence, ultimately questioning her connection with Manuel while seeking personal growth.

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She has this way of making me laugh at things I’d normally stress about. Sure, she’s a little chaotic sometimes, every week it feels like there’s a new story about some guy but that’s just Mari. She makes life brighter, and I’m lucky to call her my best friend.

FROM RIO'S POV

I don’t know what I’d do without Marielle, Mari for short. She’s been in my corner since the beginning, the kind of friend who shows up with tea when I need quiet and drags me out to the city when I need reminding that life is bigger than my living room.
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The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 8: The Luck of Small Things Rio unexpectedly attends a horse show with her mom, revels in the day's simplicity and places a lucky bet.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 8: The Luck of Small Things

Rio unexpectedly attends a horse show with her mom, revels in the day's simplicity and places a lucky bet.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 7: A Little Further In Rio took a solo trip to Oasis Springs and wandered into the Forgotten Grotto, where something soft settled inside her. Maybe peace maybe belonging. Maybe just space to breathe. Rio took a solo trip to Oasis Springs and wandered into the Forgotten Grotto where something soft settled inside her.

The Still Life of Rio Palmer – Part 7: A Little Further In

Rio took a solo trip to Oasis Springs and wandered into the Forgotten Grotto, where something soft settled inside her. Maybe peace maybe belonging. Maybe just space to breathe. Rio took a solo trip to Oasis Springs and wandered into the…

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