#iowa sims

[iowaisms]

There are some people who are great at building and decorating in TS4. We are not those people.

[iowa-cc]

The new Discord reward icon, made into a GIF.

[floatingbunnyhead]

A.I. Sucks or: How I Learned to Mass Delete Posts Because CEOs are Senseless Idiots

Where did everything go? Tumblr has been the home of FloatingBunnyHead.com since 2011. Unfortunately, the moron CEO of tumblr is probably going to make a deal with Midjourney to grind up our pictures and words and feed them to a generative A.I. So that’s it for me. The art I have made will no longer live on their website. I could go on for pages about how much I hate generative A.I. But this is all you really need to know: I want nothing to do with it. I don’t want to see it. It sucks. People who use it should be eaten alive by horses. Also, Tumblr has been a pretty cool place. It really sucks that rich assholes keep ruining our nice things. The internet used to be fun and useful. Now what? Cheers, Jonathan Sims SKELENAUT.COM

[queeniecook]

[kanonbreakerz]

MLP humanizations

Credits: @saruin, @natalia-auditore, @cloudcat, @iowa-cc, @usamarusims, @simandy, @raccoonium, @nell-le, @obscurus-sims, @trillyke, @helgatisha, @arltos, @ksknekosims

[ryttu3k-sims]

all eyes on me in the center of the ring 👁️

Johnny Zest, femming it up a) in an act of radical self-acceptance and queer resilience and also b) to really piss off his conservative estranged relatives. Love that for him.

Premade makeover week for @gloomiegalaxie's Femboy Friday. It's been forever since I've played with Johnny, and I missed my boy! CC used beneath the cut.

cc used: @azeternasims (studded bracelet, top) | @barbieaiden (rings) | @dangerouslyfreejellyfish (eyebrows) | @gorillax3-cc (necklace) | hallowsims (skirt) | @imadako (skin redness)

@kotcatmeow (stubble) | @iowa-cc (jeans) | @madlensims (boots) | @nell-le (eyeliner) | @occultradio (top)

@oydis (contacts) | @pralinesims (headband, earrings) | @pyxiidis (lipgloss) | @ratboysims (eyeshadow) | @saruin (skin, blush)

@simandy (hair) | @strangegrapefruit (undershirt/gloves) | @tamo-sim (eyebags) | @trillyke (wrist wrap, legwarmers)

[girls-alias]

Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester

Title: Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester Words: 2,959 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Christmas chapter.

I walked with my friend in the mall. We were doing last-minute shopping for Christmas when we stumbled upon the mall fountain. She chuckled bringing my attention to it. It had been decorated for Christmas with a big sign explaining that throwing a coin into the fountain and making a wish would come true on Christmas day. She's superstitious so she pulled two coins from her pocket, a wide smile on her face. I accepted one of the coins reluctantly with a sad smile. I know exactly what I'm going to wish for, it's the same thing I always wish for.

I held the coin tightly, putting my heart and soul into the wish. Mentally begging it to come true. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I wish Dean would find me," I thought to myself before throwing the coin and watching as it sunk to the bottom of the fountain floor. I sighed knowing that this wish was no different from all the other times I had wished. Just like always I knew I was going to be let down. Dean Winchester was the one who got away.

It was a classic case of the right person but the wrong time. Dean and I had been hunting together when Sam was in college, we were somewhat young and irresponsible but we were a team. After 2 years we finally started dating, it was perfect, it was natural and amazing. We only experienced it for a month before his dad disappeared and Dean had to ask Sam for help. We tried long distance for a little while but with both of us constantly hunting and Dean's new mission of finding the yellow-eyed demon, we didn't work out.

We agreed mutually that it was a bad time and it only hurt more knowing we were separate. We both cried, we told stories and all I needed was his arms around me, reassuring me but unfortunately, we had to do it over the phone as we were on opposite sides of the country.

I know I should forget about him and should have fully moved on in the 11 years since I've seen him but no man ever compares to him. He's ruined my views on relationships because I haven't had a single boyfriend as good as Dean. There was a time I stayed adamant to keep my phone number so he could always reach me but when I was fighting a small gang of vampires, my phone and SIM card were destroyed. It ruined me but it had been years since I had heard from him and so I should have let it go by that point.

My best friend woke up early to wave me off as I left. She doesn't know that I hunt monsters, she thinks I'm a pilot so it explains why I'm gone for weeks and sometimes months. It also gives me an excuse to not have a fixed address as I explained I would rather stay in hotels so that I don't have to pay for electricity in a house I won't be in. She's not the smartest person I know so it makes it a little easier lying to her. She'll believe anything.

My friend tried insisting that I stay for Christmas but monsters don't rest, I don't have time. It was the day before Christmas Eve when I left, much to her dismay. We'd already exchanged gifts and she's amazing. She knows I never buy new clothes so any holiday for exchanging gifts she gets me a new wardrobe. It comes in handy as I often get clothes ruined when I'm hunting but sometimes she gets me things I wouldn't be able to fight in.

I stopped in a motel in East Iowa, I had seen suspicious activity on the news which made me think it was a possible shapeshifter. They're a pain in the ass but someone's got to do it. I tried checking in, and getting a room for the night but they explained they were booked full for the next couple of days. Not ideal but I'll just have to live in my car for a little while.

The hunt was tedious, but it was quick as the shifter was sloppy and I killed the shifter in the early hours of Christmas morning. After living in my car, it soon became apparent I had an issue with my car. I had stopped in a diner car park, opening the bonnet to take a look. I soon came to the realisation I either had a leak in the coolant tank or a clogged heater core and so needed replacements. I asked in the diner if there were any mechanics open or somewhere I could get car parts on Christmas day. I was given the address and directions to a salvage yard that never seemed to close.

*********

I pulled up to the salvage yard, finding it was a house on the property. I stopped the car, assessing the house as I wondered if I should leave since they were probably celebrating Christmas and didn't want to disturb the owner. I sighed knowing I couldn't keep sleeping in my cold car. I climbed out of the car and approached the front door. I knocked lightly and checked the time on my watch making sure it wasn't too early to be knocking. The door opened to an older gentleman looking at me a little confused, I smiled politely.

"Hi, I just need some car parts. If it's not a good time, I can just go," I explained but he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, you need a hand?" He asked but I shook my head.

"I'll be okay, I'm just having an issue with either my coolant tank or I have a clogged heating core so I'll just look for replacements," I explained but he nodded with a smile.

"I'll help, it might be easier finding it together," He explained, stepping inside to grab a jacket.

"Oh, you don't have to. I realise it's Christmas and you're probably celebrating with family," I explained but he chuckled.

"Nah, my two boys are out of state, we're not big on Christmas," He explained making me a little sad he was alone and I smiled sadly as I nodded.

"I totally get it, I don't have family so Christmas is just another day to me," I explained as he stepped out, leading me to the scrap cars.

“So you’re doing nothing today?” He asked as he popped the hood of a close by car. I chuckled as I did the same with another car.

“Yeah, I’ll be on the road again.” I shrugged. Happily getting my hands dirty as I checked the car.

“Well, why don’t you stay here? We may be strangers but I’ll cook you a warm meal.” He explained and I was touched by his sentiment.

“Maybe I will. I’m Y/N,” I explained, holding my hand out for him to shake. We didn’t care about the oil on our hands and shook them with a smile.

“Bobby,” he explained.

*******

Bobby and I had found the parts. He helped me install the parts and after letting the car run a while it was perfect. I tried paying Bobby but he refused. His argument was that I was making his Christmas more bearable.

We went inside, Bobby was wondering what to make for Christmas dinner as he hadn't prepared anything special. I walked into his lounge following him as he explained he would have a microwave meal.

"I don't mind having a microwave meal with you, I quite like them and I can always-" I stopped as I looked to the ceiling surprised. Bobby seemed to notice my silence as he turned around to look at me confused before following my line of sight. He seemed stunned silent as if he couldn't think of a lie. "You're a hunter too?" I asked, pointing to the devil trap painted onto the ceiling. He smiled happily.

"Thank God, I had no excuse ready." He chuckled, relaxing as he took a seat at his desk.

"Wait, You're a hunter and your name is Bobby. You don't know Dean Winchester, do you?" I asked it's a long shot but -

"Yeah, I practically raised him. Sam too. They're my boys I mentioned earlier." He explained a little confused before his eyes widened. "Y/N Y/L/N?" He asked. I was shocked he knew of me. Either Dean has talked about me in the past and he had a great memory or he's heard of me from someone else. Weird coincidence though. I nodded softly. His lips curled into a wide grin. "I've been looking for you for years!" He exclaimed excitedly shocking me as he jumped up to grab his phone.

"Looking for me why?" I asked, worry filling me as I wondered if this whole thing might be a trap.

"Sam asked me to track you down so you and Dean can meet again, he's never shut up about you. He thought you died," He explained as he started dialling the phone before freezing. "Do you want to see him?" He asked. I grinned at the news. Dean never stopped talking about me, he was looking for me. Oh my God. This can't be real. What are the odds?

"Yeah, I always wondered what happened to him," I replied playing it cool but inside I was doing cartwheels, dancing, hell, I was even doing back flips. Am I really going to see Dean again after all these years?

Bobby called Sam and explained that he found me and to bring Dean, we would get some food for making Christmas dinner. He excitedly explained he wanted to make it a real Christmas. Sam said it would be a few hours before they could get here, around 7PM but was more than happy to make the trip.

Bobby put me in charge of decorating as I helped him get everything from the attack and he was quick to leave to see what food he could get. I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I remembered the Christmas wish I had made in the fountain, never believing it would actually come true. But here I am, decorating a stranger's house, food soon coming, Dean, the love of my life on his way. I worried about how he might react to seeing me. I worried I wouldn't be the same or maybe he wouldn't but I always knew he was the right person, wrong time but now might be the right time.

*******

Bobby was back after a few hours. Nowhere was open but picked up a menu from a restaurant that was open and happy to deliver. He helped me finish putting up the decorations before he shooed me off to dress nicer. I laughed as I went back to my car, deciding to move it to the back of the house so he wouldn't see it. He hasn't seen this car but I don't want him suspicious someone else is here. It might ruin the surprise. I changed into a nice dress my best friend had got me and mentally thanked her for getting it for me. I figured it would be good somewhere along the way if I had to work undercover but those kinds of jobs hardly ever come up.

*******

Bobby was more excited than me. He had given me a glass of whiskey for liquid luck but he soon tipped the bottom of my glass as I was taking a drink, the car was pulling in and he wanted me out of sight but for me to have finished my drink. He grabbed the glass from me and guided me to the dining room before closing the double doors with a wide smile.

I listened as Bobby greeted them at the door, my stomach doing flips as I heard Dean's voice. I took a deep breath, stabilising myself as I felt like I was dreaming.

"Hey, Bobby. Merry Christmas," Dean commented as he entered the room behind the double doors. I waited anxiously as I knew only the wooden doors were the only things separating us.

"Merry Christmas boys," I heard Bobby add with some shuffling sounds as if they were exchanging hugs. "I've got you some gifts under the tree but Dean, yours is in the dining room," Bobby explained.

"Thanks, Bobby. You didn't have to," Another voice explained happily and I knew it must be Sam. "We've got you a small bag of presents in the car," He added making Bobby chuckle.

"Thank you, I think Dean should get his first and then we can have a drink," Bobby explained, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"We'll drink first," Dean seemed to shrug.

"Drinks after," Bobby insisted. There seemed to be a little silence before I heard footsteps approach the door. I took a deep breath, instantly worried and unsure how to stand. I decided to clasp my hands together and let them fall in front of me. The doors opened.

Standing in all his glory was Dean Winchester. The love of my life, the man I pined over for 11 years. He looked confused but as his eyes found mine he broke into a wide smile. He hurried to me. Engulfing me in a tight hug as he rocked us side to side slightly. I giggled as I hugged him back. My arms wrapped over his shoulders as he squeezed me tightly. I forgot how tall he actually was until he straightened up and lifted me off the floor for a second.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his smiling cheeks noticeable against my skin. He pulled away, his hands still on me as he didn't want to be far. "What are you doing here? You're alive, I can't believe you're alive. How did this happen?" He asked excitedly. I chuckled as I admired him. He hasn't changed for the worst, he's even more handsome than I remember, he's more rugged and definitely still the epitome of my type.

"I had car troubles, it was a complete coincidence," I explained as his smile never faded. He pulled me back into a hug making me chuckle. I hugged him back, squealing as he lifted me from the ground again and kept me up. He's still strong. God, if only he knew what he was doing to me. I noticed Bobby and a tall guy smiling as they watched us. "Hi, Sam. It's nice to meet you," I chuckled as Dean's grip didn't waver. He chuckled.

"Nice to meet you too," He added. Dean spun around so I was facing the other way. I heard the doors closing as he took one hand from around me to close the doors. I chuckled a little nervous as to why he wanted to be alone with me but it also made butterflies flutter in my stomach. He held me up with one arm, he didn't struggle and didn't seem to even consider putting me down.

Once the doors were closed, he put me down. His hands cupped my face as he admired my eyes. "I've been waiting for you," He explained, my insides turning to mush. I smiled.

"Me too," I added, he grinned at my words.

"Good," He swooped down, connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. I swooned as his lips graced mine. The kiss I had dreamed of for years. The kiss I had imagined so many times. The kiss no other compared to. He smiled against my lips as my hands move to the back of his neck to hold him close to me. One of his hands moved to my hip, pulling my body against his. I pulled away slowly when I heard Bobby and Sam snickering to themselves probably talking about us. Dean seemed reluctant to pull away.

"We can't just ignore them," I explained but he looked disappointed. I chuckled as I shook my head. "It's Christmas," I added so he playfully rolled his eyes but his smile never left his lips. He pulled me back into a sweet kiss before pulling away again.

"Be my girlfriend again and I'll stop ignoring them," He hinted, his smile turning to a smirk. I blushed at his words knowing I had never wanted anything more in my life. I nodded a little too excitedly. He chuckled as he connected our lips, celebrating the rekindling of our relationship after 11 years. I should have made the wish in the fountain years ago.

*****

It was the best Christmas I ever had. We ordered Chinese food they opened presents, we exchanged hunting stories and acted like a real family. As the night was winding down, Sam took one of the spare rooms while Dean and I took the other. I worried he would want to make up for all the nights we had missed but as soon as we were in the room alone his arms never let go of me. We cuddled all night and it was the best sleep I remember ever having.

We stayed at Bobby's a few days before Sam and Dean had to go back on the road. Dean rode in my car, kissing me when I stopped but holding my thigh the whole time I was driving. He still looks at me the same way he used to, the love in his eyes only seemed to grow as we spent more time together. He had only changed for the better but he was still the same and loving man I had fallen for. He's still perfect for me.

Masterlist

[nikasims]

"If love makes a woman beautiful, what kind of medicine would that be exactly?"

🌺Credits: @ssiat @enidzzyx @raccoonium @northernsiberiawinds @goppolsme @kijiko-sims @pralinesims @iowa-cc @mmsims @gigis4 @atelierlena @kskims Thank you 🩷

[january-summers]

Sometimes I think about whether or not Washington has ever accidentally called Caboose "Iowa."

Maybe that's the thing that finally made Caboose stop calling Wash "Church."

(Chucking the back end of this under the cut because it ended up a little shy of 1,000 words in total. Sorry this took off as I was typing. not beta'd, I die like CT: unfairly)

On one of those days before they got Epsilon back, when Wash was still walking around with cobalt armour, having one of his bad days where looking in the mirror is hard because he's not sure whose face should be looking back even though he knows, he knows he knows he's Washington.

(He can't explain it, it's like the way lightheadedness isn't really a dizzy spell. He doesn't lose his sense of identity, it just... gets a little crumpled.)

Caboose accidentally blows up one of their vehicles and Wash snorts.

"That's coming out of your paycheck, Iowa!" He calls out, and Tucker turns to him with his head cocked.

"The fuck is Iowa?"

"What?"

"'Iowa,'" Tucker repeats, "you just said 'that's coming out of your paycheck, Iowa.'"

Inside his helmet Wash closes his eyes, sighs, and whispers a heartfelt 'fuck.' Then, "A Freelancer, he was... a lot like Caboose. I just... forgot for a second."

Tucker just makes a 'huh' in response, and Wash feels tragically grateful the other man is dropping the issue.

But it happens again.

Not 'Iowa' this time though, but 'Mike.'

Wash is sitting in the base's main work area, because they have no office, or they do, technically but it's... uh... better not to talk about why it's not in use because they all agreed it was no one's fault.

He's filling out the paperwork, trying to figure out how anyone gets anything done with the UNSC requisition forms, he swears they weren't this convoluted or nonsensical before he was discharged.

Or maybe sim troopers get fucked up forms on purpose?

He'd taken his helmet off over an hour ago so he could rub the bridge of his nose and his temples in an effort to stave off the headache that's been coming for his brain. They don't have enough painkillers to waste on a headache if one of them gets seriously injured before the next shipment.

There's a movement of blue in his peripheral vision, a familiar dark blue, and a familiar voice saying "I brought you hot chocolate!"

"Thanks, Mike," Washington says not really paying attention.

"It's Michael," comes the reply, the correction. And Wash blinks and looks up at Caboose not Iowa.

"Right, Michael, sorry."

But Caboose doesn't seem upset, just hums in acknowledgement and wonders off. Wash is dazed as he watches him leave. He spots Tucker leaning against the wall slowly sipping from a mug, watching Wash.

Tucker gestures at Wash's mug with his own, "I wouldn't drink that if I were you, but if you're going to throw it out, don't do it where he'll see it. He'll throw a tantrum."

"Uhhhh, right." Wash goes back to his paperwork. Tucker stays where he is, so he's there ten minutes later when Wash's brain cycles information in the background. 'Beverage container in proximity: hydrate'

"SPFFFF! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?!?!?" Tucker doesn't stop laughing the entire time Wash is gagging and trying to get the residue out of his mouth.

Wash doesn't always notice when he calls Caboose by the wrong name, and continues to be grateful no one calls him on it.

But Caboose gets quieter and quieter, not his speaking volume, but his entire personality. He's less and less present around Wash. So Wash goes looking.

Finds Caboose surrounded by bits and parts of machines, just sitting, a tool held loosely in one hand. Bio-signs indicate he's awake in Wash's HUD.

'Spaced out,' Wash assumes, and calls out. "Hey, Caboose."

Caboose startles, just a little flinch. "Yes, I am Caboose."

His voice is loud, his voice is often loud, but the way it's loud... Wash understands why he keeps confusing Caboose and Iowa.

"Mind if I sit?" Wash asks, and waits for the nod before settling himself. "I'm sorry I keep confusing you for Agent Iowa. I know you're not him, I'm not doing it on purpose, I swear."

Caboose doesn't answer, just sits and watches Wash quietly for several minutes.

"He was my friend," Wash ventures, and isn't rebuffed so he keeps talking. "You remind me a lot of him, you both wear the same blue, you're both very upbeat people, you're both-" 'brain damaged and loud and not always able to communicate the way I suspect you want to,' Wash doesn't say. "- my friends. He went away, a long time ago now, him and Ohio and Idaho. I never found out where they went, they were just... gone one day. We were supposed to eat lunch together, but they were all just gone."

Wash doesn't know how to explain what Epsilon did to him, how his memory, one of his greatest strengths had become his own enemy for a time. How somedays it still felt like it was trying to fight him. The echo Epsilon left behind.

He doesn't want to. It feels like an excuse for his own failings.

"I know you aren't Church," Caboose says suddenly instead. "But you are a good Church, not the Best Church, but a good Church. Except when you aren't. You are the best Agent Washingtub though."

Wash... thinks he gets what Caboose is saying, or what he hopes he's saying, because he'd been really concerned Caboose hadn't understood that Wash wasn't Church, he was just pretending to be for the time being.

"Thanks, Caboose. And you are the best very Caboose, ever. Of all time."

"I am," Caboose agrees. Readily. Happily.

Wash tries to be more mindful, and as the days pass, Caboose becomes more familiar than the memory of Iowa to him, and he calls his teammate by the wrong name less and less and then not at all.

He notices too, while Caboose doesn't stop calling him Church, sometimes Caboose calls him Agent Washingtub too. And then he starts calling him Washington.

Tucker starts to call him Wash. Stops watching him like he's about to snap and kill them.

It's nice.

Unlike the requisition forms.

[agentoli]

whether it's canon or your au, what do you think the agents, Sim troopers, and ai would dress up as for Halloween? I especially see Wash, Caboose, Tucker, Sarge, Theta, Omega, Gamma, York, South, and Connie being gung-ho about it.

Oo!! Ill do this for my au!!!

Blood Gulch

Carolina: The boys had to pay her just so they could put a cheap cat ear headband on her. She did allow Maine to do face paint afterward and vehemently defends it to anyone who might make fun of it.

Wyoming: A vampire. He puts way to much effort into it and ends up unable to wash off the face paint for a week.

Maine: Swamp Monster. Yes he has glowing eyes. Yes the Red Team collectively pissed themselves when they saw him from across the canyon.

Washington: A glow-in-the dark skeleton. Basic, but he insists he ALWAYS goes as a skeleton. (He admits it's because it was tradition that he and his sisters all matched on halloween, and that skeleton was broad enough to have fun with every year)

York: Werewolf, secretly stoked once he sees Carolina with cat ears. He has deluded himself into thinking they are in some sort of couples costume.

North: An angel. (Its bad quality like from party city)

South: A devil. (also party city quality)

Texas: The grim reaper. She has a really creepy skull mask covered in old (hopefully fake) blood, and delights herself by scaring her team.

CT: She's got regular clothes on save for a pumkin hoodie, citing how she wasn't allowed to celebrate Halloween as a kid and doesn't get the hype.

Freelancer

Church: Will not dress up, no matter how many times Tucker tries to get him in a couples costume. Halloween is for babies and he is way to cool for it.

Omega: On the other hand, Church's AI dresses up like Beetlejuice. (He really wants Church to be Lydia)

Tucker: A vampire, but sexy. He wanted Church to be a vampire hunter, but that didn't end well. He has those fake fangs in that give you a horrible lisp.

Caboose: Rudolph the red nosed reigndeer. Yes he knows its not Christmas, he just really likes that one stop motion film.

Sigma: He is dressed like a court jester. Point and laugh.

Sarge: Uncle Sam. He would've let off fireworks if Donut hadn't confiscated them instantly.

Gamma: Also, Uncle Sam. He makes fake fireworks :)

Simmons: Data from Star Trek. It's his favorite character! (He's just like me for real!)

Delta: He does not dress up. That is illogical. (Nah, he's Spock LMAO)

Grif: He wears black and calls it a day. He's just here for the candy tbh.

Theta: Headless Horseman! He replaced the horse with a big holographic dog, but Grif will punch anyone who tries to point out the inaccuracy.

Lopez: They covered him in cardboard and painted him like Optimus Prime

Donut: A fried egg.

Doc: A piece of toast.

Kaikaina: Bacon.

Iota: A nurse! She dressed up just like Doc McStuffins!

Eta: Pippi Longstockings!

Lopez 2.0: Cardboard costume Megatron.

Others:

Florida: A zombie with way too much gore. Like, stomach churning, genuinely upsetting amounts. Has been asked to leave the function.

Georgia: Bee from Bee and Puppycat! They have a plushie of puppycat, though!

Ohio: Dorothy from Wizard of Oz

Idaho: The Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz

Iowa: The Scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz

[iowaisms]

Nothing special, just having fun.

[iowa-cc]

KOTEHOK IOWA SHAMPOO

Because you need more hair colors. Well, I at least needed more hair colors for Kotehok's hairs, because I wanted to give them to our Rainbow High girls and I didn't have the exact right colors.

111 swatches! Solids, gradients, stripes, weird colors, just A Lot Of Stuff. Some might look funky with some hairs.

Requires Kotehok's hairs to work. @usamarusims has also been making hairs compatible with these textures. The other shampoos are not required.

Lip Ring (Right) category.

Get below the cut!

S4S

[andrevasims]

Sioux City, Iowa is a canon location in The Sims series

[scavengerssuccotash]

What are your thoughts on a Clint x Nat baby? I’ve read some fics where Nat accidentally gets pregnant and debates between keeping the baby or not. But I’ve also read a few fics where they both desperately want a baby and excel as parents once they have one. Personally I think Nat would be terrified if she was pregnant but eventually come around to the idea, because it’s a lil part of her and Clint, and be a great mom.

How did you know about my Sims 4 Clintasha save file?

(They have a daughter named Katya. And she’s fucking adorable.) 😭

Kid/baby Clintasha fics are definitely a real guilty pleasure for me. While I don’t agree with how Whedon presented that bit of character backstory for Natasha, I think taken with in universe logic it would make sense for the Red Room to sterilize their Widows. (It’s one of the few things that is canon that I’ve kept for my fic Sightline.)

(I ALSO have a real big problem with the tone in which it was discussed and handled in the Black Widow movie but let’s just skip over that for now.)

I think Clint and Nat would be exceptional parents. Extremely doting and highly protective I must admit I see them a bit of a helicopter parent duo. At least until the age of ten I want to say, when they start to loosen up their reigns as they finally start to believe that their child is safe. I think they would also retire from both SHIELD and Avenging, I don’t think Natasha much less Clint would be able to handle the separation and uncertainty in leaving for missions for months at a time. Clint is also immediately a girl dad. (I can’t help but picture Jeremy Renner a bit as I type this. Which hilariously shines a glaring light on my own father issues, but like in a ‘awww I wish o had that!’ way.)

I think it’s rather a cliche in the fandom to imagine them having a little girl, and I’m firmly one million percent within that camp. I genuinely can’t picture them having a boy for their first kid. (Yes, I said first. They have two! A girl and a boy roughly three years apart. They live in my head as a happy little family on a farm in the cornfields of Iowa and I love them very much.)

As for the pregnancy—it was fucking brutal! For my headcanon of a non-sterilized Natasha the Red Room kept them continually supplied with birth control and other hormonal blockers to the point that it was actually assumed that she would not be able to get pregnant or at the very least it would be rare. That one in a million chance happened after a particularly nasty fight when Natasha ran into the line of fire to save Steve. Cue a couple of thrown dishes and Clint growling into her ear and pinned to the bed.

“I’m not fucking losing you, do you hear me, Tasha!”

It was very hot and very intense and oops!

What really was difficult about the pregnancy, you know besides being pregnant (her back hurt like a son of a birch) was the emotional torrent that it brought. Sleepless nights, constant worry, questioning if she even wanted to keep it, followed by a surreal disbelief that she was even pregnant. It was a body horror watching and then feeling a tiny baby growing inside her. In the end she decided to keep it, partly as one last fuck you to the Red Room and her past but also because it was part Clint too. When she told him, it was in the middle of a firefight. (He would later tell her that her timing was shit.) As soon as the words left her mouth he looked at her for a good five seconds, blinked and then nodded to himself. He then, without any of the fanfare, dispatched the ten guys shooting at them, clean kills. All ten headshots. One right after the other with the cold efficiency she’s only ever seen once before when she was captured and tortured for three months.

Katya Philomena Romanoff-Barton was born November 16th. Three months premature, and weighing two pounds and thirteen ounces. She has blue eyes like her father and the freckles and red hair of her mother. They were able to bring her home after a year in the NICU.

She starts her Freshmen year at Princeton this year, double majoring in International Politics and Psychology, with an applied minor in History. She has one championship trophy in Olympic Archery and does Ballet in her free time.

[welcometothetablesimsfour]

The Midwest poly relationship it's on its way. I think I'm only gonna put three of them together.

But first I need to know whom in the Midwest house would you like to see as a poly

And also, I kind of have plans 

[kanonbreakerz]

The tree Sages makeover 🔮

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Thanks to all creators 💜