#TS4 Story

[rebouks]

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Levi: How long are you gonna be mad at me..? Wren: How long are you gonna be a bellend? Levi: Wow. Wren: Have you even apologised to him? Levi: Do you even know what happened? Wren: I know enough. Levi: Well, I’m sorry for calling you a scrub. Wren: Maybe I am a scrub, maybe I don’t care-.. you clearly do though. Levi: Did you just call me a scrub? Wren: Probably. Levi: [scoffs] Probably-.. he knows I’m sorry, anyway. Wren: Have you said it though? Levi: No… Wren: Even little kids know how to say sorry-.. didn’t your parents teach you? Levi: No, actually. Wren: So, you have to learn the hard way-.. that makes sense, actually. Levi: I don’t like how smart you are. [Wren wrinkled her nose, sniffing exaggeratedly like a bloodhound] Wren: Can you smell bullshit? Levi: I don’t know, I’m not a dog. Wren: Your breath says otherwise. Levi: Hey, my teeth might be wonky but I still look afte-… Oscar: Ermmm, my office isn’t a hangout spot thank you very much-.. beat it! Levi: Sorry. Wren: Woah, look at you go. Levi: Funny. Oscar: Oh, Levi-.. there’s some leftovers in the fridge if you wanna take ‘em home, I made too much.

[deardiaryts4-rb]

Thank you @changingplumbob for letting me do this 😌

[minamill]

Despite her initial fear, Eden texted Sovann back. If she had a crush before, she's head over heels now. Every new notification made her swoon, giggle and kick her feet, and suddenly, the day was over. Making plans and starting a playlist for him, all of Eden's anxieties melted away and she fell asleep hoping he felt the same

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this post was so much harder than it needed to be. trying to show time passing with editing was a good idea, what wasn't was taking the screenshots at different times of day bc the in game lighting was so hard to balance out. but i actually ended up having fun and liking the way it turned out, especially the typing gif that took forever lol

b/a

plus i love when the game is on the same page as me

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 112 (Spending Time With Family)

To mark Sportsball Sunday, River invited the Nesbitt-Gordons to Henford to watch the big game, but Heather was forced to stay behind in Brindleton Bay to work. (I was playing as the Nesbitts and invited the whole household over, but Heather never showed up!) Conrad was off duty and took Ash and Lavender to Heather's childhood home on his own - a big step considering how his past had been revealed before the holidays.

But this year's game wasn't that exciting, and the family was more content to spend time together - especially after they arrived in the midst of River extinguishing his own wife after a toilet fire! Time with family would always mean the most.

Though Cass was fine and the burns only on her clothing, Daisy remembered her fear after a similar incident left their youngest daughter, Hazel, with burn scars as a child. "We really need to replace that toilet, Neal."

He nodded in agreement. "You're right, love. It's time."

Lavender quickly found the upstairs stereo blasting Cassandra's favourite Latin music. "Auntie Cass dance?"

"I can teach you some moves," she offered warmly. "But only if you teach me your moves first."

Lavender loved sounds as much as she loved books, and she danced with her aunt to the music while Ash played with Michael in the yard.

(Lavender's 3 toddler quirks: Loves Sounds, Loves Books, and Destructive)

At halftime, River took Conrad outside. "I wanted to show you something, because I never would have come up with the idea if not for you. Remember when you suggested we try getting Mike to sleep by reading him The Giving Tree?"

"Of course. I'm glad it worked."

"We both fell in love with the story. And Henford has so many incredible old trees that can give us so much without ever being cut down like the tree in the book. Isle of Volpe Park needs a natural playground for people of all ages to enjoy or take shelter if it rains, and I think we need to build a treehouse there."

"We?"

"Mayor Varner gave me planning permission, but he said the town can pay for the materials, not the labour. So I thought we could turn it into a campout and community building project at the beginning of spring, but I want you and Ash to be there, too...If you can get away from work."

"I'll talk to Heather, but it sounds like a great idea, Riv."

"Shut your stupid face, I'm not a lamp sim!" cried five-year-old Michael, racing into the house as Ash smirked in his wake.

"Then why's your ear plugged in?"

"Hey! What did you say to him?" Ash had never heard Conrad speak to him more sternly, and he turned back in surprise. Heather's family stood back quietly, refusing to intervene.

"He said he has a hearing aid, but he's not deaf. He doesn't even know SSL!"

"So? He doesn't need it. Not everyone who uses a hearing aid is deaf."

"Well, it looks funny."

"Ash, I want you to apologize to your cousin for being rude."

"He's a jerk, I don't want to!"

"So he said something that made you mad, and you made fun of his hearing aid in retaliation? Even though you're older and more mature than him, and you know better?"

Ash was quiet. "...I'll apologize."

Conrad nodded. "And you better get used to hanging out with your cousin. As long as your mom agrees, you and me are going camping in Isle of Volpe Park with your Uncle River and cousin Michael in the spring to help build a treehouse."

Ash's eyes lit up. "A treehouse? I'll go camping with just you? No mommy, no Lavender?"

"This will be a boys weekend," said his Uncle River. "Just camping in the national park and building a treehouse together."

Ash's grandfather, Neal, joined them outside in his outerwear after a quick run through Finchwick. "And when it's done, you can play in the treehouse, too - but not if you're going to be mean to your cousin. I'll make you stay at the house pulling up weeds with your grandmother and me."

Ash went inside to apologize, and Neal studied Conrad closely. "You're good with him," he noted with a smile. "He respects you. Keep that up. He needs your influence."

"I'm surprised you'd say that after finding out I kept my past from everyone. And we still haven't solved the case."

"But since then, my family still sleeps soundly in their beds at night. I know I don't have to tell you how important it is to put all of this behind you, but you're a good man. We all know you're trying."

Conrad returned home that night with the kids, grateful he'd had a chance to clear the air with his future father-in-law. But Heather was dismayed when he reported how Ash had treated his cousin. She took away his TV privileges for a week, and Conrad spoke to Ash again over a game of chess.

"You don't know this about me, but when I was younger, I used hearing aids until I was big enough to have surgery to repair my inner ears. My hearing was a lot worse than Michael's, but I wasn't deaf."

"I saw a picture of you with Daddy when you were kids, and you weren't wearing anything on your ears except glasses."

He nodded. "I didn't like to wear them all the time because people made fun of me. But when I didn't wear them it was always harder on me than it was on anybody else."

Ash considered this. "I shouldn't have told Michael he was a lamp sim," he admitted. Though he'd apologized already, only now did he truly understand why.

"You don't want to go through life being a bully," Conrad assured him. "People don't like bullies. You're a great kid, and I care about you just as much as I care about your sister, but if someone makes you feel bad, you don't have to make them feel bad in return. Talk about it with your mom and me, instead, because we want to make sure you always know how much we love you."

Ash smiled. "I love you, too, Conrad."

Heather was proud of the way Conrad had handled Ash's behaviour, and not least because River texted about Neal's approval before Conrad and the kids had returned to Brindleton Bay.

But her swooning pride was interrupted by a knock at the door, and she was shocked to see Hazel standing before her with a suitcase.

"Can I stay with you a while? I quit my job and Nicola divorced me. Just like that. She walked into the courthouse and ended it like we haven't been together for almost a decade."

"What do you mean she divorced you? And why did you quit your job?"

Hazel rolled her eyes. "Have you got three days? That might be how long it takes me to tell the story."

"Well, Dandelion, you can stay here as long as you need. So if it'll take three days to find out what happened, you better get started." ->

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Stretching Hazel and Nicola's story over three days allowed me to push some other parts of the story to after the (real life) holidays, which I liked, and it kept Hazel and Nicola's post from being too long for a one-off. So Hazel and Nicola's Cozy Celebrations will start tomorrow but still finish up on Christmas Eve, and the Nesbitt-Gordons will be back in focus on December 26th when the family volunteers at a soup kitchen.

[thebramblewood]

And just like that the walls of willful denial come crumbling down.

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Naomi: What a fucking night! [sighs contentedly] Sweet, sweet warmth.

Guidry: Hello, Naomi.

Naomi: [yelps and ducks for cover] Who the fuck are you, and how the fuck do you know my name?

Guidry: I’m an ethereal being. I know much more than your name, Naomi. But I’m also an old friend of the family. Do you not recognize me?

Micah: [squeals excitedly] Guidry?!?

Naomi: You know this big pink weirdo?

Micah: You don’t remember? From Mom’s stories? [to Guidry] But why are you here? I thought you dwelt in Evergreen Harbor.

Guidry: After helping your mother, I discovered I was free to roam. Something about completing my Soul’s Journey? Anyway, I started fresh as a paranormal investigator. Easier to hunt down ghosts when you’ve got firsthand experience.

Naomi: [mildly hysterical] I think I need to go lie down.

Guidry: I sensed volatility here and came as soon as I could.

Micah: Oh, that was probably Alice…or Edith. But they’re handled now. Mostly.

Guidry: No, no, I’m very familiar with Ravenwood’s usual… eccentricities. This was something different, dark and long buried, emanating from this location specifically. But I’m sure you girls will be fine, considering your pedigree. Just remember I’m around if you need me!

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Naomi: I’m not sure I can call myself a skeptic anymore.

[retrotrait]

Why choose?

[deardiaryts4]

Marci musters up mettle for the meeting.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

Secret's out

You got this girl LOL.

(this was the rabbit hole event I turned real)

[cakepoppresent]

Vaghun finally found where Su disappeared too. He visited him and gave Su some much-needed truths~

[havenroyals]

Merry Christmas from the Crown Princess Family

'Tis the season...for recycling.

Instead of posting a new Holiday card for the year, Crown Princess Emelia's office has released a collage of old photos of herself and her children throughout the years.

While we at Gossip Queen love a trip down memory lane, we can't help but wonder why recycle? The Crown Princess has cut back on many of her engagements this year. This last month alone, there hasn't been a spotting of Princess Odette going to or leaving school.

Is the lack of new photos due to the rumored feud within the family? Where are the royals?

Happy holidays however you celebrate it. Gossip Queen will see you in the New Year!

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[lilulookitsme]

хочется спойлернуть и признаться, что играть за шайку вампукров в Мунвуд Милл так вайбово...🖤🦇

[sims4littlebird]

А у Шона новый конь Жак. Сын выпросил, отец не против. А матери вообще все равно, она в Сан-Ми чаще живет.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 113 (Cozy Celebrations)

The events of this post occurred leading up to Winterfest (Generation 2 parts 99 to 102)

The Winterfest season began in Henford with a fresh coat of snow on the ground. White powder was rare in the rural river town, but like anywhere else, it was always welcome during the holiday season.

Hazel Moody-Nesbitt lived in a two-story cottage in the Bramblewood with her wife, Nicola. They also lived with Nicola's mother, Kim, and brother, Dominic, and Hazel had recently returned from a political conference in San Myshuno with holiday traditions on her mind.

The high school sweethearts had been married close to three years, but they were already growing apart. Still, they both hoped they could find the spark still lit amid the magic of the festive season.

"The first Winterfest without your father won't be easy, but we should try to make it a happy holiday," said Kim. "For Eddie's sake."

"We don't need to be sad, Mom. Dad's still with us, especially at this time of year." Nicola and her family wanted a quiet Winterfest at home, wrapping themselves in comfort and tradition as they soldiered on without her father. Outgoing Hazel wanted to support her wife, but she was hoping for something more this holiday season.

"Staying in watching Winterfest movies sounds like a really nice time, but maybe we could spice things up a little, and add some traditions from other cultures for the fun of it. Like cooking different kinds of food! Maybe we can't travel anywhere, but we could do the next best thing exploring different cultures."

Nicola hadn't travelled much. She'd heard Hazel's tales of camping in Granite Falls with her family, but she thought it sounded uncomfortable and full of bugs. She was a homebody, but expanding their holiday celebrations to embrace other cultures was a good idea. It's exactly the sort of thing Nicola would want to teach her students.

They got the season started by hanging a festive wreath over the bay window in the living room, and Nicola made japchae at Hazel's suggestion. "Apparently, it's a noodle dish they serve in places like Mount Komorebi for the holidays."

Nicola was comfortable with things like roast turkey, gingerbread, even egg nog - the comforts she'd grown up with in Henford, but the more gregarious Hazel wanted to try new things. Taking it upon herself to learn new recipes as well, Hazel taught herself to make brigadeiro, a Selvadoradian holiday confection made with chocolate and condensed milk.

The girls decorated, donned festive sweaters, and brushed over their relationship issues with tinsel and fairy lights. They both wanted to discuss their relationship fears, but they avoided it at every turn. They could never find time for couples counseling, even though they brought it up whenever they would argue about one thing or another.

Living with Nicola's mother and brother often left Hazel feeling like the odd man out. She'd come downstairs after working on the computer, listening to her wife chat happily with her family. But when Hazel would enter the room, they'd grow quiet, as though their conversations weren't meant to include her. As if she wasn't family.

Late at night, while Nicola graded papers and listened to familiar winter holiday music on the stereo, Hazel would head to the Gnome's Arms. She was a social creature and always had been; Nicola was more outgoing when they were younger, but after she lost her father, she didn't enjoy the nightlife anymore.

Hazel tried to understand, but it's not like Henford even had particularly wild nightlife to begin with. At the Gnome's Arms alone she would socialize, getting to know the locals in support of her work for Mayor Varner.

She'd even stay late enough - and often enough - that the pub owner, Laura Jameson, let her practice mixology for fun when the tables started clearing. She even learned to make a coquito - best described as coconut-flavoured egg nog mixed with rum from Isla Paradiso.

She visited her childhood home in Finchwick one afternoon after work, excited to discuss their plans for the holiday season. She found her father, Neal, standing in the laneway with River's wife, Cassandra.

"I'm looking forward to Nicola and I blending family traditions this year. We'll be over for Winterfest dinner, but she wants to spend a lot of time with her family remembering Eddie, so I don't know how many other family traditions we'll be able to join." She couldn't hide the regret in her voice.

Neal smiled. "We'll miss you for whatever traditions you and Nicola won't make it to, but we'll be thrilled to see you both, as always."

By the time Hazel made it home that night after a visit with her family, Nicola had finished grading papers and fallen asleep. Hazel climbed into bed and leaned over for a cuddle, but Nicola was sound asleep and grunted as she turned the other way.

Laying in bed, Hazel tossed and turned, resorting to counting falling snowflakes out the window to quiet her mind enough to sleep. ->

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NOTE: Japchae is Korean (Mount Komorebi), brigadeiro is Brazilian (Selvadorada) and coquitos are Puerto Rican (Isla Paradiso). The game says the real places in the descriptions, but I'm trying to be cute and keep country/world names in-universe, even though it's impossible to perfectly match every Sims world with a real-world location.

[theuncannyshii]

Toji headcanons

Toji loves your fiery, sassy attitude and secretly enjoys when you boss him around. He finds your stubbornness and quick wit irresistible. You both bicker like a power couple but it’s clear to everyone that you’ve got his heart on lock.

“Toji, I said I wanted hot fries, not these regular ones! Who told you to switch up?”

“I told myself. What you gon’ do, huh? Fight me?”

“Bet.”

You lost. Btw.

Toji’s got a thing for kissing you in public, especially when he notices anyone staring too long. He’ll grab your chin and pull you into a slow, passionate kiss just to show you off.

Which, we don't care.

“Toji, not here..?! People are watching!”

“Let ‘em watch. Gotta remind these fools who you belong to.”

“You so cocky.”

“Nah, just proud. You’re too fine to keep to myself.”

Before you can argue, he plants a kiss on you that leaves your knees weak.

At night, you’re wrapped in his arms while he tells you stories in that deep, husky voice about his bounties. He doing too much. But come morning, Toji’s all over you, teasing you with kisses and sly grins until you both end up “late” for the day.

“Yo, babe, wake up.”

“Toji, it’s too early for your mess.”

“Mess? Nah, I was just tryna see if you’re still mad I ate your leftovers.”

“You WHAT?!”

“Relax, baby. I’ll buy you more… at some point.”

[lupuspluvio]

There’s always a little drama at these things