#s4 table lamp

[simmillercc]

SIMS 4 - JAPANESE JOURNEYS - TABLE LAMP BLOCK - SNOWY ESCAPE REQUIRED

There are 4 packages in this set, separated by wood colour, and each has 24 identically patterned recolours. The patterns are on all 4 sides of the lamp, so it won't matter which way you place them. ALT + move/rotate to your heart's content!

I kept the lighting colour as the original yellow, as it feels like this lamp would be lit by a candle🕯️

WOOD COLOURS: Light Brown, Dark Brown, Black, and White

COST: 50 Simoleons

LOCATION: Lighting>Table Lamps

Enjoy!

PATREON

CURSEFORGE

Released to public!

[surely-sims]

✅ DX11 Updates and Bug Fixes

Hello! The files below have been updated for DX11. 

All other downloads have been cleared for DX11.  If you get an error when batch fixing in S4S about the KoT Accent Cabinet, don't worry, that has been cleared for DX11 as well.

Golden Hour Wall Mural

Invisible Crib Override

Kitchen of Tomorrow Wall Tile

Office Space Desk Lamp and Table Lamp

Office Space Wall Clock with Locations

Retro Refresh Telephone Chair (also added some new more Maxis Match swatches 💗)

Showroom Living Magazines and Wall Art Magazines

Perfect Party Cake Stand

The Following Files have been updated to fix bugs. 

Frame TVs - These have been swapped over to regular TV tuning and now work again as intended. They should not need to be updated again in the future, fingers crossed.

Kitchen of Tomorrow Dishwasher - The LOD1 now has correct weights so when you zoom out it doesn't do a sick flip

Sleeping Bag Footprint Overrides - I simplified this file, it's much much slimmer now, and also overrides all sleeping bag footprints, horse ranch included. Yeehaw.

Showroom Living Couch - Updated the slots so pets don't float halfway off now. Large Dogs still seem to hate it, but it works for cats and small dogs.

Shrimpmas 2022 Record Player - Record Player now spins the correct direction, and has been updated with all the new stations through Lovestruck.

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[shkatzchen]

Sometimes your sims need light that isn't dependent on electricity. These old-timey lamps run on oil instead.

I frankenmeshed this particular project from four different EA objects (one of them just for the knob) and then had to do it again to straighten out the mesh. Still, I'm quite pleased with how it came out. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get the reflector on the back to work, and I thought it important to include one.

Much like the close stools I made last year, this particular project is based on actual historical lights and lighting principles.

Although oil-fueled lights are ancient in their use, this particular conception is in line with Georgian-Victorian lights. In England, oil lights began to replace candles for those of means during the later part of the eighteenth century. Like the glass chimneys, the metal of the lamp and reflectors on the back help amplify the light and reflect it about the room. These sorts of design choices were necessary before the brighter gas lights slowly began making their way into homes beginning in the 1840s. Unfortunately oil lamps produced soot, which showed up easily on the light shades of Georgian interiors, hence the Victorian preference for darker wallpapers.

Originally I was just going to do natural metal colors, and then I decided that it would be fun to have a bunch of colorful versions as well. So some swatches are more historical than others.

This particular lamp also has a bit of a quirk that I chose not to resolve because I was amused by it. Although it's meant as a wall lamp, it can fit in slots on tables. So if you want it to just sit around because someone was too lazy to install it properly, or if you want it to be sitting around waiting to be 'fixed', that can be done. It probably wouldn't actually balance like that... but it's fine.

Base Game Compatible and works Off the Grid. Comes in 35 swatches, some of which are in compatible shades to @anachrosims Gorgeous Georgians set.

Download from SimFileShare here.

Made with S4S.

[stevesjockstrap]

hallo hallo hallo, I am here to send you a prompt? If you’d like to do it? (You don’t have to, feel free to ignore this ask)

I feel like Steve would radio-in with everyone post-S4 after a nightmare or something, just to make sure he’s okay, but when he calls Eddie he sounds super upset by it even though he’s trying to play it off and act calm, and after Steve puts the radio away to go back to bed, Eddie goes “oh fuck no” and drives over to check on him in person?

Again feel free to ignore this, I was going to write it myself but I’m tired and have other fic stuff to work on so I thought I’d send it to you since you have requests open :)

have a good day 🩵

Hiiii 🖤 Thanks so much for sending this and for being patient with me!

Keep My Hands In Yours

• @stcreators event 05: dynamics whoops I forgot I was doing this

The ground shuddered under him and Steve looked frantically around at the group. “Move!” He managed to yell and leaped a few feet away, just as the dirt fissured under where he had been standing. Where they’d all been standing. He heard screaming and rushed back over to the edge, where Dustin was grappling to hold onto the edge of the crevice.

As he tried reaching for him, he turned into Robin. And then Max. And then Will. Their faces dirty, their eyes wide as they screamed for his help. As they lost their grip before he could reach for them and Steve screamed with them as they dropped.

Shooting up in bed, he was still screaming. His throat was on fire, his stomach in knots.

Knocking his lamp off his bedside table in his rush to grab for the walkie.

“All call check in. Repeat. Check in. Now. Over.” He realized when he heard his own voice that he should’ve waited another minute to calm down. Even to his own ears it sounded panicked and crazed. Oh well, as long as everyone responded he’d deal with their concerns tomorrow. His heart hammering in his chest, he waited for anyone to answer.

“Henderson clear. Over.” Dustin’s sleepy voice crackled through first.

“Wheelers clear. Over.”

“Sinclairs clear. Over.”

Steve paced his room as one by one they all checked in.

“It was a dream. It’s just a dream. They’re okay.”

“All good here. Steve, man, you alright? Over.”

A sob ripped out of his chest at Eddie’s question. After another long moment of trying to calm down, he knew if he didn’t answer he’d have everyone over here.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Uh all clear. Good night. Over and out.”

He threw the walkie onto his bed and went to the bathroom, running cold water to throw on his face and the back of his neck. Letting himself ignore the hot tears as they came.

Eddie stared down at the walkie for half a second after Steve’s shaky answer. Then he was shoving the blanket off of him and looking for pants on the floor in the dark.

He’d never heard him sound like that before. Even in the middle of the upside down he was confident, in control and solid. Something was wrong.

Shoving his feet into his shoes, he went to their tiny card table to grab his keys and scribbled a note to Wayne. At Steve’s. Meatloaf in the microwave.

It wasn’t until he got in the van and saw the little blinking time that it dawned on him. Three in the morning. Steve must have had a nightmare. Called the check because it was a bad one and needed to make sure everyone was okay. He sped through town, cursing Steve’s parents in their Loch Nora cul de sac all the way on the other side of Hawkins.

He quickly parked next to Steve’s beemer and rushed to the front door, letting himself in.

The deathly quiet house sent a chill up his spine. He’d never really been here alone at night. Movie nights and pool days with the kids were never still or silent.

As he walked down the hall towards Steve’s room, he came out of the bathroom. He looked terrible. Face red and blotchy, dark circles under his eyes.

“Eds, you didn’t have to come. I’m fine,” he sighed, almost collapsing into the doorway.

“No you’re not.”

“Eddie… I-“

Closing the distance between them, he stopped his next lie with a shake of his head. “You don’t have to do that.”

Steve looked up at him with wide wet eyes and Eddie’s heart clenched. “D-do what?”

“Be the strong one all the time. You don’t think I have nightmares? Wake up screaming and look down surprised I’m not torn to shreds again? Huh? And I’ve only been through this shit once. You’ve-“ he reached out and took Steve’s shaking hand in both of his. “You’ve been strong for a long time. You can let it go now, okay? I’ll hold onto you.”

Steve let out a long breath and nodded, letting Eddie guide him back to his bed. This was new, but they’d been dancing around each other since Spring Break. Lingering touches and glances. Hurrying to look away before the other caught them.

Laying on their sides facing each other, their hands still laced together between them, Eddie watched as Steve’s shoulders finally relaxed from their protective hunch by his ears. His breathing slowed, but his eyes were still wide and never leaving Eddie’s face.

Taking the chance, Eddie slowly pulled their conjoined hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to Steve’s knuckles. When he didn’t protest, he kissed across all of them before looking up into his eyes again.

“You take care of everyone else. But who takes care of you? All alone in this big echoey house.” He let go of his hand to push the wet droopy hair out of Steve’s eyes and off his forehead. Tucking the too long hair behind his ear, tracing down his jaw with his fingers. His gaze lingered on his lips, watching as they parted on a gasp.

“Eddie, please,” he breathed, so softly he may have missed it if he wasn’t staring at his lips.

“Anything sweetheart, anything you want.”

They searched each other’s eyes for a heart stopping moment before both moving at the same time. Eddie’s hands cradling the back of Steve’s head to angle his face up to deepen the kiss.

Kissing Steve was otherworldly. He could write dozens of songs about the way his lips move against his own. Eddie pulled him closer by his waist and felt his groan rumble through his chest. Softening their kiss, he pecked chaste kisses to his bottom lip then his jaw before pulling back.

Steve kept his eyes closed after Eddie pulled away. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Eddie to remember who he was kissing. He wanted to stay in this bubble, this perfect moment forever.

He received a kiss to his forehead and it shocked him enough to open his eyes.

“Hi.” Eddie was smiling softly, his lips red and wet. He looked so soft, Steve wanted to kiss him again.

“Hi,” he said, uncertainly. His throat was tight again, new tears threatening to spill over.

Eddie noticed, of course. “Stevie. Hey. What is it?” He cradled his face again, so gently, wiping the tears off his cheeks as they fell.

Clenching his fists in Eddie’s shirt, he could only hold onto him and cry as he let the fear and worry and despair wash over him. It was strangely cathartic, crying in front of someone for the first time in as long as he could remember. Usually breakdowns were saved for when he was alone in his car or the shower, where he’d not bother anyone else.

“That’s it, let it all out,” Eddie said lowly.

It sent a new wave of sobs through him. He found himself pulled against a warm chest, tears soaked up by a worn soft band tee.

When the sobs subsided, the sniffling and tears slowed to a stop, wordlessly they moved as one until Eddie was on his back with Steve’s head settled on his chest. Deft fingers played with his hair, soothing the last gnawing doubts in his mind.

He fell asleep listening to the steady beat of Eddie’s heart. Everyone was safe. And now so was he.

🖤

Title from Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan, the bf has been listening to the album on repeat and this song is so steddie

[sagewritings]

Night Fever - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

synopsis: after escaping vecna’s curse and the terrors of the upside down, nightmares and trauma started taking over your mind and body. hopefully, you and steve’s feelings for each other will be enough to save you.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mentions of curse, trauma, death threats

request: [anon] hi!! i would love to request (if it interests you) a steve x reader ‘one of them is presumed dead and then is found but is severely tortured/traumatized’ fic! they are my SHIT and i never seen any with steve x reader (usually only eddie x reader). id love it if vecna got a hold of steve or the reader, maybe after the s4 finale, and made them confuse reality with nightmares and all that good angst. i know this is a lot and not everyone likes angst, but i thought id ask!

a/n: hello everyone! it’s been a while since i’ve posted here on my blog (i’m so sorry i got busy with college) but i missed writing fics for steve so here’s one! just a disclaimer, this fic is based on the events from more than a woman and staying alive. i recommend reading them beforehand to fully understand where the reader’s trauma came from but you can still read this on it’s own :)

if you’d like to check out my other works, you can check the pinned post in my blog :>

i hope you’ll like this fic! happy reading!

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

  It’s two in the morning.

A thin layer of sweat covered your forehead, your hand on your chest as you tried to control your breathing. It’s been days. Nine days to be exact, and the ninth time you woke up from a night of disturbed sleep.

Frustrated, you threw the blanket away from your body and sat up. Realizing that it was still very much dark outside, you dimly opened the lamp beside your bed and walked yourself towards the bathroom.

For more than a week, every night has been like this. You, wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, go to the bathroom to wash your face, and settle by the window to read or listen to music until the sun rises.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and saw how drained you look. How could you not, when you’ve spent no longer than two hours of sleeping?

You never told your friends your dilemma, although you didn’t have to because they can see it. Steve, especially.

He noticed the way you grew quiet, staring blankly ahead in class while you mindlessly played with your pen. He saw how you started losing your interest, slowly turning down every hangout invitation from your friends. He didn’t miss the way your shoulder slumped and your mouth frowned either. It wasn’t a look of disappointment. No, it was grief.

Steve felt as if you were vanishing right in front of his eyes, and it scares him that he doesn’t know the reason why. He tried to approach you multiple times, but in every occurrence, you appear startled and scared before dodging the topic.

After splashing your face with cold water, you silently walked back to your bed and laid on your back. You were too awake and scared to go back to sleep, but with fatigue quickly taking over your body, you can only hope for a dreamless night.

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You weren’t sure whether your headache was caused by your lack of sleep or the overwhelming amount of voices surrounding you. Both, perhaps.

Your friends managed to get you out of the house an hour ago, inviting you to lunch at a diner. They said that it was time to unwind after the rough events that took place several days ago. And looking around the large booth, your friends occupying every seat at the table, you start to feel comfortable.

Steve sat beside you as he admired your small smile that he hasn’t seen for a while. He leaned closer to your ear and whispered low enough for only you to hear. “Are you alright?”

You kept your smile and nodded. You didn’t speak a lot these days, afraid that once you open your mouth, all of your burdens will spill out. Steve returned a grin and leaned back, glancing at you from time to time while he simultaneously finished his meal.

You and Steve haven’t made it official yet. Although you two are aware of your feelings for each other and it is clear that you are more than friends, your behavior lately has not allowed him to ask you to be his girlfriend.

On your other side, Max also stops to look at you, her eyes becoming soft as she silently observes how tired you looked. Your eyes met, and you tried your best to look as delightful as you can be.

“What?” You asked her softly.

“You look tired,” Max answered honestly. She kept her voice balanced and quiet, careful not to disrupt the conversation that Eleven and Mike are having beside her. “Have you slept?”

“Of course I did.” You replied coolly. “Just not enough.”

“Are you having nightmares?” You were shocked by her question but maintained a straight face, not giving an answer but you realized that she already knows. “It’s okay, I’m having them too.”

You looked at your younger friend sadly. Max has been through a similar experience as you, probably even worse yet here she is, smiling and laughing as if nothing has happened.

“How do you do it? How are you moving on?” You whispered.

“I just… I don’t want to spend my life in fear. The last time I did, I almost died.” She laughed slightly, but there was no hint of humor in her tone. “Just find a reason to move on, Y/n. There might be one that is much closer than you think.”

You didn’t miss the way her eyes shifted to Steve quickly.

Maybe she was right. Maybe you can move on.

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You woke up on a cold hard floor.

It took a while before your sight turned clear enough to assess your surroundings. Hardwood floor, light beige walls, a window, and a door in front of you. You realized that you were in your bedroom, only without the furniture and posters that used to make your room lively.

“Dad?” You screamed, pushing yourself up from the floor. You started walking around but your feet felt heavy and slow. “Dad!”

The door bursts open. You were expecting to see the corridor of your house but took a step back when red smoke immediately entered the room. You shielded your eyes and nose as you felt the air inside the room become heavier. You rushed towards the door, but instantly regretted the decision when you recognized the scene before your eyes.

Four pillars, thick dark vines, and a red sky. The last time you were here, you were almost killed.

Upon instinct, you turned around in hopes to go back to the room, only to find the door no longer there. Your breathing became panicked as your mind tried to process whether this is real or not.

“Y/n…”

Your hands felt cold upon hearing the low taunting voice.

No, it couldn’t be.

“Y/n. Did you think you could get away from me easily?”

Despite the loud footsteps that you could hear behind you, you refused to turn around and shut your eyes.

“Oh, that won’t do. I’ll always be here, Y/n. You can’t escape me.” Vecna laughed deviously. Your back was still turned against him, but you can sense his presence becoming closer and closer with each second.

You opened your eyes slightly and shifted your eyes as far as you could without looking at the monster. You hoped for an escape, just like the previous times. There was none.

“Can’t you see? There’s no way out.” He laughed even louder.

“You’re not real.” You said to him, trying to convince yourself as well.

“But I am, and I won’t stop until I have your soul. Your death will be my victory.” Tears pooled in your eyes as his laugh echoed. 

You couldn’t take it and run, unsure of where you’re headed but that was the least of your priority. You needed to find a way out. Fast.

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After the quick lunch at the diner with your friends, you immediately went home to calm your pounding head.

Steve, still worried and determined to find out what has been bothering you, decided to stop by your house several hours later. He knocked on the door and was slightly surprised to find your father by the door.

“Hey, Steve!” Your dad greeted him warmly.

Steve Harrington’s charm works for many people, including your father. While he is protective of you as his only daughter, he has already observed how gentle Steve is towards you. Only an ignorant person would not notice how you and Steve admire each other. From the simple glances to the subtle touches, there is no denying that you like each other.

So when your friends came over and told him that you and Steve finally confessed, he smiled approvingly. It’s about time.

“Hi, sir. Is Y/n here?” Steve asked politely.

“Ah, yes. She’s upstairs. You were with her a while ago, yes?”

“Yep. I just want to check on her.” Steve replied.

The smile your father had on his face grew small when he heard Steve’s words, motioning him to step inside the house. “Go ahead. But can I ask you a question, Steve?”

“Sure, sir. Anything.”

“Is she alright? I know my daughter, and I know that these past few days have been tough on her. I just don’t know why. And I won’t force you or her to tell me. I just need to know if she’s fine.”

The sincerity and concern behind your father’s voice moved your friend’s heart. He loved your dad as his own, feeling more connected with him than towards his own father. And so his conscience feels heavy every time he has to lie to him about the supernatural beings that your friend group has been facing. If he knew that his daughter had been cursed, your father would lose his mind and would probably lock you up to keep you safe.

“She’s fine, sir. Don’t worry.” Steve shot him a confident smile, ignoring the twisted feeling in his stomach. How ironic is it that he’s telling your father not to worry when he is restless?

Your dad nodded understandingly and patted Steve on the back.

Steve went up the stairs quietly, eyes scanning through the picture frames hanging by the wall. He knew the pictures all too well after visiting your house countless times.

He arrived in front of your bedroom door shortly and knocked. When you didn’t answer, Steve tried twisting the knob to see if it was locked. It’s not.

He knocked again, this time announcing himself. “Y/n, it’s me, Steve.”

No answer. 

Your dad said you were here, right? Maybe you were inside the bathroom?

Carefully, Steve slowly opened the door and peeked inside. He quickly spotted you on your bed, tucked underneath your weighted blanket with your eyes closed. He walked closer to you and adored how peaceful you looked. 

He smiled softly, wanting to touch your face but afraid to wake you up. Knowing how tired you must have been, it made him happy to see you finally at ease.

If only it lasted.

Steve turned around to leave your room when he heard you whimper. He turned around to face you once more. Your calm aura is now overtaken by scrunched eyebrows and low cries.

“Dad.” He heard you mumble as your face twisted with discomfort.

“Y/n?” Steve tried reaching out to you, confused whether you were awake or not. “It’s Steve.”

Your eyes remained closed as you continued to sob in your sleep, making Steve realize that you were experiencing a nightmare. He softly placed a hand on your cheek, hoping to wake you up but failing. Then his eyes widened in panic when he felt you shake.

“Y/n.” He called your name again, maintaining a calm voice to avoid startling you. “Come on, open your eyes for me.”

He heard you whisper a phrase, but your voice was muffled because of you crying and shaking. Steve rubbed your upper arm soothingly while continuing to call your name.

It wasn’t long until you gasped and opened your eyes, frantically sitting up as if you were trying to catch some air.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re alright.” Steve sat beside you, his right hand going up and down your back while the other held your hand.

Although aware of his presence, you couldn’t look directly at Steve as your mind is still trying to process what you have just seen. It took you a whole minute to calm down, breathing heavily as you wiped the tears away from your face.

“Steve.” You finally acknowledged him, speaking his name softly.

A new wave of tears exited your eyes when you finally felt vulnerable. You cried deeply, the stress and exhaustion from the previous nights suddenly poured out from your body. Steve held you close and stroked your hair while you cried against his shoulder, whispering comforting words while he patiently waited for you to calm down.

Whatever your nightmare was about has absolutely wrecked you.

“H-he’s going to come after me.” You finally spoke after a while, your voice hoarse from crying.

“What?” Steve asked, his fingers brushing away the strands of hair that fell against your face tenderly.

“Vecna. He’s still after me, Steve.” You cried out.

You remembered it all. The grief that you felt after you lost your mother, resulted in you and your father moving to Hawkins. How that grief became the key to Vecna cursing you. You remembered the first time you heard that a student was killed. It didn’t take long before two more followed, and then it was you. Almost you.

The headache and constant worry over yourself and Max. Seeing her rise in the air with her eyes glazed in white. You knew you looked like that too, never forgetting the terrified look that Steve has on his face every time you came back.

Then there was the clock, the bats, the Upside Down. 

You recalled how Eddie was accused of murder and how your group tried to protect him from Jason’s vile friends. You remembered the vines pulling you against the pillar while Vecna’s terrifying figure towered over you. Your heart almost pumping out of your chest as you ran away from him and towards Steve.

“That’s not possible, Y/n. We killed him, remember?” Steve tried to convince you.

“I know that. I want to believe that. But he’s still in my mind.” You explained, starting to feel the weight on your chest lighten a bit after confessing to Steve. “I can’t sleep without seeing him. Sometimes he threatens me, sometimes he threatens my dad. He showed me images of you dead.”

You broke down even more. 

Steve didn’t know what to do. He wanted to comfort you but he can’t do anything else other than hold you. Seeing you in tears as you voice out your fears hurts him, but he knew he had to stay strong.

He knew all that had happened, being beside you throughout everything. He would be lying if he said that none of it affected him. No, it was imprinted on his mind. The images of his friends fighting against those deadly creatures, seeing you and Max floating in the air while he can’t do anything aside from hope. Steve hated every second of it.

Yet he knew that you faced worse. If only he could take away your fear, he would.

He gently shushed you, kissing your forehead while he continuously whispered “I’m here.” You two stayed like that for a while, arms around each other as you released your pain through your tears.

“I’m sorry.” You said to him after a while, pulling away slightly to wipe your tears with your hand.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologize. Don’t ever apologize. You shouldn’t have gone through all those things.” Steve looked directly into your eyes as he gently held your face, determined to make you believe him. “You are strong, Y/n. You inspire me, you inspire Max, all of us look up to you.”

You sniffed, hugging him again while thanking him.

At this point, you weren’t sure whether you’ll be fully healed again. But Steve is right, you are strong because you survived. And Vecna is gone, your friends made sure of that. You didn’t know how long it would take you to move on without fear constantly nagging you. But with Steve holding you close, his relaxed breathing calming your own as he leaned back beside you, you didn’t worry.

Finally, you fell asleep without dreaming.

[tommyxgrace-always]

Peace - 11th hour - Grace!!

In s6 finale, when the bell chimes, Tommy looks at his watch and says “11th hour. Armistice. Peace atlast”.

I was aware of Armistice day (end of war) but only recently found out that 11 am was the exact time WW1 officially ended on that day.

And my Tommy - Grace shipping brain immediately found a correlation of 11th hour with Grace!! Peaky’s use of symbolism blows my mind!! The show always made it clear he only felt at Peace with Grace, here’s a compilation of ALL subtle and not so subtle references to this.

S1:

THE MOST OBVIOUS. He tells Grace, “I dont hear the shovels anymore” and the morning after we see him sleep like a baby, warm and peaceful.

S1:

During Soldier’s minute speech, we see he is thinking of Grace and their time together. When he looks at his watch it says 11.01

11.00 signifies peace for him but now that Grace will be gone, he passed his moment of peace. Thus the watch shows “one minute past 11”. Now he prepares to continue fighting the war both inside and outside.

S2:

Post Charlie Chaplin date, Tommy and Grace are back at Ada’s. While kissing, Grace says “it’s too late Thomas” to which he says “it’s 11.00 Grace”. Now as audience, we understand Grace is due to be back by midnight, so plotwise it gave us a sense of time. But symbolically, 11 represents his time of peace and Grace is with him at that moment.

S3:

During his wedding toast he says “to love, to peace to marriage”. He looks at Grace when he says “peace”

S4:

When the family is back at Arrow house, Arthur announces he is staying and then proceeds to raise a toast “our enemies are gone, war’s over. To peace.”, Tommy doesn’t raise his glass and just stares blankly. He looks uncomfortable, he is aware his peace is already gone, he will just be empty. Few minutes before the toast scene the camera zooms past everyone in his house, Grace’s picture is at one of the corner tables with a lamp. It easily catches the eye when we see the scene.

Adding one more..

Thanks @korinthya for pointing it out.

In s6, the bell chime at 11 am, marked the end of war trauma for Tommy (confirmed by SK in an interview). It’s interesting that he found that peace in 11th year after Grace’s death.

[lilolakes]

Ekvillan - 'The oak villa'

Ekvillan is a spacious family villa inspired by swedish architecture from the turn of the last century.

I chose to call it 'Ekvillan' - 'The oak villa' in swedish, since there is a big oak tree in the garden. It has a vegetable garden, bees, a chicken coop, and a treehouse. There's plenty of cozy little spots to hang out and eat 'fika'.

Please note that this was built using cc. The lot is partially playtested. DOWNLOAD (SFS)

Some of the cc is included, the rest is linked below. The lot can also be fould on the gallery (ID: Lilolakes)

My lovely friend @zebrasimmer_ on Instagram had her one year instaversary recently, and to celebrate she hosted a little collab were we created different builds inspired by her (and also my-) home country - Sweden. This was my contribution.

Check out the other builds in the collab, by @zebrasimmer_ , @simsaga_ and @sims.erezkigal on Instagram.

Packs used

Ep:s All of the ones released before 2023 Game packs: Werevolwes, My Wedding Stories, Dream Home Decorator, Journey to Batuu, Realm of Magic, StrangerVille, Jungle Adventure, Parenthood, Vampires, Dine Out, Spa Day, Outdoor Retreat Stuff packs: Paranormal, Nifty Knitting, Tiny Living, Laundry Day, Vintage Glamour, Kids Room, Romantic garden, Spooky Stuff Kits: Country Kitchen, Courtyard Oasis, Decor to the Max, Everyday clutter

Required CC

Here are the links for all the cc required for the lot to look as intended.

This is my first time sharing a build using cc. I might have gone a biiit overboard with it, so it's pretty cc heavy. Sorry 'bout that! ;)

All credit goes out to the amazing creators! I have done my best not to miss anyone, and to respect all of the creators TOU. Please tell me if you notice something that I've missed!

Anniee sims -Area rug

ATS4 (Around the sims 4) -IKEA-like stepstool -Cereal box -Crate seat -Toy train set -Candle and old book -Grocery paper bag (the first one) -Harvestable aromatic plants, Basil, Rosemary and Thyme -Rocking toy alligator, Farm puzzle and blackboard -Preschool blocks and House

Charly Pancakes -The candle, moodbooster

conceptdesign97 -Pumpkin vine

Cowbuild -Pleated curved floor lamp and lazy loveseat throw pillow

Dew of the sea -Accordion wall rack, S4, unmerged

Fadedsprings -William Morris-ish wallpaper set

Felixandre -Grove part 1 -Grove part 2: bowls, cups and salad bowl -Grove part 3 -Grove part 4 -Kyoto part 2 -Berlin part 1 -Shop the look Season 1 -London set exterior

Harlix -Tiny Twavellers Binoculars, crocodile, hot air balloon lamp (short), swing (medium), hanging wall world map -Baysic (different items)

Harrie -Shop the look 2

Icemunmun at ModTheSims -Harvestable corn stalks

Leaf Motif at Curseforge -Wall lamp and vintage tiles

Leniad at ModTheSims -Pumpkin plant

Leosims -Carton of eggs

Lilis-Palace -Jugendstil tiles set -Folklore set

LittleDica -Deligracy Delicato Stuff Pack

MadameRia -Back to Basics Pot Holder (Wall version) and Wire Basket Dish Rack

Maman-Gateau at Sims Artists -Whicker basket with lid from this set

Mutske at TSR -Alda arch with private doors 2x1 -Alda arch 2x1 -Alda privatdoor 1x1

MXIMS -Ikea ypperlig table and mirror -Stokke high-chair -Aesop Bathroom Tray -Plants 1,2,6,7 -String Shelf System (Shelf B):

My cup of CC -Tiny dreamers set (merged)

Novvas -Pumpkins in a basket -Random Runners -Elo bathroom IKEA rug -Kids drawings from this set -Painting collection

Nutter-Butter-1 at ModTheSims -Old Floor Tile Set

Picture Amoebae -Allisas Fall '18 Panels

Pierisim -Oak house part 3 -Oak house part 2 -Rold Skov kitchen mini kit -Domaine Du Clos part 1 -Domaine Du Clos part 3 -Domaine Du Clos part 4 -The COLDBREW coffee shop pt 1 - 1/2 -The COLDBREW coffee shop pt 1 - 2/2 -The COLDBREW coffee shop pt. 2

Plumbob Tea Society -Deco Botanical Scroll, woodpile and raised garden beds

Raindrops on cowplants -Gothic revival build set

Severinka at TSR -big pumpkin 02 -small pumpkins 07

SimC (Simcredible designs) at TSR -Coastal Extras - daisy in tall vase

Simspell -Autumn & Spooky-ish Paintings (Part 1)

SixamCC -Birker Line ceiling light (different versions) -Small Spaces deco pantry items -Small Spaces Pantry CC Pack - Mixer (Standalone version) -Dreamy Outdoors floor light

Soloriya at TSR -Two candles -Collection of candles -Pencil sharpener and erasers

TaTschu -Lighted fence (Leosims recolor)

Tech Hippie -Plants from these two sets

Vintage Simmer -Patchwork set -Noah plush rabbit -SBP Octopus -L&C Plush lemon

Wondymoon TSR -Lybica Kitchen Hanger -Protactinium Rug

Wondymoon.com -Ceratonia kitchen counters 1 and 2, island counter, cabinets, corner cabinet and stove hood.

Credit for the cc included in the download: 13pumpkin, Aggressive Kitty, Aira-cc, Awingedllama, Baufive, DK Sims, Honeycuts , IllogicalSims, KKB, Linacherie, Meinkatz, Mio-Sims, Myshunosun, NynaeveDesign, Peacemaker IC, Pocci, Sanoysims, Sforzinda, Slox, Spirashun, Syboulette

Reshade used for screenshots: Dove 2.0 by Kindlespice

T.O.O.L-mod by Twisted Mexi was used to create this build. You don't need it to place the lot, but I recommend that you go check it out. It can be found here: https://twistedmexi.com

I hope you enjoy my build. Please tag me if you share any gameplay pictures from the lot, I'd love to see it!

♡ Lilolakes

[twelvegate-blog]

More Willel and Twelvegate in S2

Old and new things I noticed.

2x02 The half way happy scene

In Hopper’s cabin there’s so much yellow and red I could post twenty screenshots. I love it, and I love that Hopper’s secret knock spells “US” (his family) But to me the most interesting thing is when he and El have breakfast. There’s a owl on the table and a bottle in front of two “little people”, a red one and a yellow one. But they’re only in this scene in S2, when El says that she’s half way happy. Only in 4x01, when she’s with Will, sheìll say that she’s twice as happy.

Same episode. 

Bob shows Jon how to use the camera, a Back to the future Easter egg. When he says how to zoom in, it’s 5:42 (5+4+2=11)

And when it’s 5:43 (12), he says “And double u to zoom back out.” Double u (you?) Twins?

But this moment is also interesting because the Willel hint is not there when Joyce rewatches the tape. The time is different. So, different timeline? But what does it mean for Will and El? Why does the hint about them exist in one timeline but not in the other?

2x03. In the Phineas Gage scene, that is about Will, behind Mr Clarke there’s the news about Kathryn D. Sullivan, the first American female astronaut who stepped outside her spacecraft, on October 11, 1984. Also, the two Extras?

Later, Hopper and Owens mention leaks spreading into Hawkins, like Will says. They say it twice. Also, some red and yellow.

2x05. I just rewatched S2 to be sure. We only see the number twelve on Bob’s car in this scene (the same sticker is on Steve’s car in S4). When Will is possessed and they’re trying to find Hopper.

And I just noticed this parallel between Will and El.

While Will is trying to find Hopper, El is trying to communicate with Terry, and there’s a red X on the blanket like the X on the drawing, and a lamp that looks a lot like the disco ball of the snow ball, the one at the Arcade and at Rink-o-mania. The ball represents the Mind Flayer (I made a post about it) Not a good sign. 

Like the song we hear when El arrives at Terry’s house, Green green grass of home. A man dreams about coming home only to realize that his family is dead and it’s all an illusion because he is actually in prison and about to be executed. What a happy song for a reunion with “mom”. Oh, and there’s also the name Peter on the truck. And if Henry is Peter, yeah. Not a happy reunion.

2x06 At the lab, after Owens’ little experiment and Hopper being very protective of Will

[liuvli]

Critical Darling

pairing: eddie munson x fem!goth!reader

summary: It's your senior year. You're a "goth freak" and you definitely stand out, but it doesn't bother you. You're proud of who you are, and nobody is going to change that. Not even the person that motivated you to be so proud in the first place. Eddie "The Freak" Munson.  

warnings: she/her pronouns, slow burn, cursing, alcohol, smoking, eventual smut, minor use of y/n, slightly bitchy reader, work in progress

tags: first meetings, pov second person, s4 doesn’t happen, goth!reader, tradgoth!reader, fluff, angst, eddie & chrissy friendship, reader is a little fruity

all fic chapters & ao3 link

chapter wc: 8.8k

Chapter Four: Lonesome Love

Sitting with your legs comfortably crossed over and under one another, your eyes remained focused on the item of clothing sitting opposite you at the end of the bed, the same thing you had been doing for the past 5 minutes or so. The black, leather jacket was folded neatly, its arms tucked under itself and shiny, somehow pristine zipper on full display to you as the low, warm light of your lamp ever so slightly reflected off of it. 

You sat unusually stiff, hands tucked into your lap as your nails picked at the skin on your fingertips, a substitute for the fact that you were no longer wearing your rings.

Why do I have this? Why did he give it to me? What the fuck?

Still slightly sore from scrubbing the makeup off your face not long ago, your eyes were wide with something, eyeing up every detail of the bulky jacket. With a sudden swift movement, you stood up and off the bed, looking down at the jacket with your hands resting on your hips like a disapproving mother. As if needing to solidify yourself in the role even more, you pointed a finger down at the garment.

“I don’t want this,” you chewed the inside of your mouth as you thought for a second, “I don’t want this in my home.” With one fell swoop, you scooped the jacket up from where it had been sitting for the past 30 minutes since you arrived home, waiting for your attention as you got ready for bed. 

As you let the jacket slightly unfold in your arms, you managed to catch a small whiff of the scent basically radiating out of the thick leather. 

“Weed and… cheap drugstore cologne. Of course. Why does Eddie Munson even know to use cologne? I'm surprised he even knows of basic…” you paused, thinking about what you were saying, “…hygiene.” Running a thumb over the thick material, you glanced around your room, trying to settle on a place to tuck the jacket away. It was late, and you wanted to sleep after the long day you were put through, so temporarily hiding the garment out of sight until you could gladly return it to its owner seemed like the easiest solution at your current moment. 

“Out of sight, out of mind,” you muttered to yourself as you hooked it onto one of the pegs on the back of your door. You made sure to go the extra mile to tuck it under a few other jackets and shawls of your own, ensuring that it was most definitely, ‘out of sight, out of mind’. Seeing as you didn’t really have a reason to have your bedroom door shut most of the time (apart from when April would be loudly talking to school friends on the house phone downstairs), keeping the obnoxiously large leather jacket hidden on your door was your best option at your current moment. 

Temporarily being rid of the sight of Eddie’s personal belonging, you finally felt like you were allowed to settle down and get some sleep after a long day of listening to DnD nerds do what DnD nerds do; talk about stuff you had absolutely zero knowledge on. 

Tucking yourself under the copious amount of blankets on your bed and grabbing a pillow to wrap your arms around, you switched the lamp on your bedside table off. You allowed yourself to finally get some shut-eye, listening to the trees outside creak and sway along with the October wind. 

After that Saturday, you spent the Sunday home alone (as always) with April watching her usual selection of cheesy, overplayed teen movies. You cleaned around parts of the house and cooked for you and your sister, not changing out of your pajamas once. It was a slow day and yet, before you could even have a second to breathe, Monday came just as quickly as the weekend left. 

The first day of the week was long, slow, and all in all, uneventful - as expected from a Monday. Tuesday, however, seemed to be taking the same course as its predecessor. That was until Kace caught you trying to leave your last class of the day. Pulling you to the side almost the second you stepped through the classroom door, you were immediately bombarded with a scramble of words. He was asking (or more appropriately, telling) you to accompany him in buying decorations for the party the two of you had begun planning the previous week. Seeing as you had arranged for it to take place on Halloween night, the boy had thought up the amazing idea to deck the house out in appropriately themed decor, a decision you’d soon come to regret agreeing to. Of course, the overly enthusiastic boy promised to assist in putting all the decor up, which was the only reason you even agreed to do it, but a part of you still knew it’d be a pain in the ass to clean up the day after, especially after hosting dozens of drunk teens all throughout the night. 

Alas, it wasn’t long before you found yourself trudging down aisles in Hawkins’ local department store, watching as Kace shoved almost every Halloween decoration that the store had stocked into the cart that you were pushing along. Black and white spider-web party banners, large, pumpkin-shaped candy bowls that he planned to fill with “alcoholic beverages of all kinds”. Truly exhausting. Again, he assured you he was paying for it all, so of course, you had to throw in a few things that caught your eyes such as bat-themed fairy lights (which you most definitely planned to steal for your own bedroom once the night was over) and an orange blanket with small, white ghost silhouettes on it, which you thought you would’ve had to beg for. Instead, Kace happily grinned down at you, smiling with scrunched-up eyes like a loving mother as he nodded, giving you silent permission for you to gently place the folded-up blanket next to a pile of tangled, slightly creased party banners at the bottom of the cart. 

With Kace’s car loaded up with bags of decorations and a few other things the two of you decided to grab along the way, you slumped down in the passenger seat as you heard the trunk slam shut behind you, Kace slipping into the driver’s seat just moments after. 

“We done for the day?” you asked, opening the glove box in front of you and rummaging around. Kace turned in his seat, placing a hand on the steering wheel. Not yet noticing his eyes on you, you continued to search through the glovebox, victoriously pulling a packet of cigarettes out. Removing one from the box, you finally turned your head to face the boy at your side, scrunching your brows in confusion as you lit the cigarette between your fingers, not understanding the look of… nothing(?) coming from Kace. 

“Yeah, absolutely not, love. I could do with a drink.” Inhaling a drag of your cigarette and trying your best to blow the smoke out the ever so slightly cracked open window, you locked eyes with Kace’s, your head tilted to the side.

“You mean at the place you started working at over the summer? Didn’t you say that place was kind of a shithole?” You tapped cigarette ash into the ashtray in the center console, Kace snorting at your comment.

“I mean, yeah, definitely. But they serve me on my days off and it’s a small crowd, so it’s not like anybody will recognize me. Money is money, darling.” You blinked slowly, not taking your eyes off the boy as you tried to think of a response.

“...Alright. But, Kace, it’s a Tuesday. You really wanna start weekday AND daytime drinking in our Senior year?” The boy gasped at your statement, taking you aback as you took a sharp inhale of your cigarette. 

“Shock horror, daytime drinking on a Tuesday is what you take from this? Not the fact that I’m proposing we commit the criminal act of underage alcohol consumption?” you roll your eyes, “you’ve changed, love. You’ve given into the ways of Lucifer. May as well call yourself the devil’s proxy at this point.” You shove Kace’s arm with the palm of your hand, cracking a grin at his stupid joke. 

Only really having to think about it for a few seconds, you nodded your head as you decided on his offer. 

“Right, let’s go. Start driving before I change my mind.” Kace almost jumped out of his seat as he enthusiastically turned to face forward again, immediately getting the car running and making his way out of the car park. 

As you walked into the bar, the same one you had passed every day to and from school but had never really paid any attention to, the smell of beer filled the room despite there only being a few customers around the fairly large room. The lights were dim, and barely any natural daylight from outside was creeping in through the slightly stained windows that were scarcely built around the building. Kace almost instantly made his way over to the bar, starting up a conversation with the bartender, someone he worked with most of the time so discounts were most likely guaranteed. After scoping out the general area, you eventually made your own way over to the bar, slipping into conversation with the two as your drinks were made. 

You ended up spending the next hour or so talking about school assignments (which you tried not to linger on too much, as the thought of anything school related made you feel nauseous), some more of the specifics when it came to plans for the party next week, and every now and again watching some unknown bands play on the stage on the opposite side of the room, Kace and yourself sometimes deciding to sing along to some of the covers the two of you knew as the alcohol seeped further into your systems. 

Eventually, after a long while of generic country rock playing quietly through the speakers at the sides of the stage and through speakers scattered around the room, another band finally appeared on stage, wasting no time to start setting their equipment and instruments up, a few drunks sat at tables closer to the stage cheering in a joint slurred manner. You lifted your head up to get a look at the band that was getting ready to play, your eyes squinting as your slightly fuzzy vision tried to make out the familiar faces across the room. 

...

Is that...?

“Kace, love. Light of my life. My handsome devil,” Kace looked up from where he was slumped across the bar, “why is Edward Munson here? You do see that, right? I’m not just imagining it.” The boy sitting to your left turned around to face the stage, laughing as he clacked his rings against the side of his glass.

“Did I not mention it at any point? Munson and his band, what is it… Corroded Coffin. They play here every Tuesday from what I’ve seen. They get quite the audience too… if five middle-aged drunks are what you call an ‘audience’.” 

Christ. Why did he have to be here? Right at this very moment. After a long day of doing basically nothing at school, shopping with Kace, and stressing over your grades, watching Eddie perform with his shitty band was the last thing you needed. You had never heard them play, let alone know previously that the band existed, but from your history with the group, or more so their own reputation, it wasn’t something you wanted to finally experience. 

“Can we head out now? I’m tired, man, and April is probably wondering where I am. I can call us a cab.” However, Kace didn’t respond. He was staring at the stage as one of the boys started strumming an electric guitar, Eddie fixing the mic to match his height in the center of the stage. From the lack of any sort of response or acknowledgment from your friend, you slumped down against the bar in defeat, accepting your fate. 

For the next hour or so, you watched in silence as Corroded Coffin played on stage. Strangely enough, you found yourself somewhat liking the performance, the boys’ confidence playing a large role in the quality of their set. As Eddie signed off to the crowd - now six drunks who seemed to of enjoyed the set too - you turned your head to look down at Kace, his head resting on the bar with a warm glass of nothing clutched in his hand. 

“He alright?” You slowly turned in your seat as the voice finally processed through your mind, locking eyes to the best of your slightly-intoxicated ability. The brunette’s bangs were sticky against his forehead as he removed the black and white bandana tied around it, scrunching it up and using it to wipe away some of the sweat from his skin. 

“Mm, yeah. Probably. He said he needed a drink but I forgot he was such a lightweight.” You placed a hand on Kace’s shoulder, gently rubbing your thumb against his leather jacket as a show of affection whilst his face was pressed firmly against the bar. Kace, however, lifted his opposite arm across his chest, placing a hand atop your own as he took a hold of it. 

“‘M not a lightweight. I’m fuckin’ tired.” Almost as if she was expecting it, one of the bartenders placed a glass of water next to the boy’s head, tapping his cheek as she did so. Kace snorted, lifting his head slightly to start taking sips from the glass.

“Yeah, so, how’d you two end up here? I know Hayes started working here over the summer, but what brings you two down this part of town on a Tuesday evening?” Swallowing the last sip of your beer, you placed the glass back down as you looked around the room with squinted eyes - anything to avoid eye contact with him. 

“Kace dragged me to the department store the second I got out of my last-period class. Barely got a chance to even-” As you were talking, Kace’s body became fully erect, holding a hand in front of your face as he swiveled in his seat to face the boy standing in front of the two of you.

“There’s a part she’s not telling you,” you groaned as you realized what he was about to say, knowing there was no chance of silencing him, “we’re hosting a party next week. A Halloween party. At her house. For the freaks.” As expected, Eddie raised his brows in surprise at the new piece of information, slightly tilting his head to face Kace more, yet letting his eyes lock with your own.

“A party, you say. For the freaks? Surely, that sounds like an invitation for me and the boys, yeah?” You inhaled, readying yourself to deny his proposal, but being cut off once again as Kace let his hand firmly rest against your mouth, his other hand supporting the back of your head as you tried to pull him away from you. 

“Yup, that’s exactly what I’m saying. We haven’t fully decided on a time yet but when we do, I’ll be sure to let you know, dear.” The damage was done. Eddie knew about the party, and he had received a formal invitation from Kace himself. There was nothing you could do to reverse the damage now. Except for maybe faking your death, meaning the party would have to be canceled- no. The damage was done. 

Now standing outside the building under the low light of the streetlamps, you shivered as you waited for the cab you had called using the bar’s telephone for Kace to arrive, clicking your nails together as your hands remained tucked under your arms. You didn’t want Kace driving himself home, let alone would he even want to (he was actually responsible), and Eddie had assured the two of you that the boy’s car would be safe being left in the bar’s parking lot overnight, a bit of reassurance that comforted a now mostly-sober Kace.

Eventually, and much to your relief, the cab finally arrived, Kace climbing into the back seat as you exchanged affections, waving him off as the vehicle exited the parking lot. You were about to head back inside the bar to ask one of Kace’s coworkers to call another cab for you as there was no way you were walking the entire way back to yours, but just as you turned to walk towards the door, Eddie walked out with a guitar in hand, passing it over to Gareth as the other boys loaded a drum set into the back of Eddie's van. You locked eyes with the brunette as he noticed you stood in front of him, looking around the area before deciding to say anything. 

“What are you doing?” You stood still, your shivering seeming to stop due to the pure confusion you felt as you tried to understand his question.

“Calling a cab for myself? I drank, too, and I don’t even know how to drive when sober. What do you think I’m doing?” Eddie crossed his arms, sucking in his bottom lip as he furrowed his brows at you.

“Yeah, no. I can give you a lift. I’m not letting you get another cab, let alone wait out in the cold for one.” As he spoke, he avoided your gaze at all costs, looking around the empty parking lot as the other three boys spoke amongst themselves next to the van. 

“What’s the issue with me getting a cab?” You squinted your eyes expectantly, waiting to hear whatever bullshit reason he could come up with. 

“I’m not letting a woman get a cab alone at this time of night, especially in this part of town. Who do you think I am?” A part of you wanted to answer his question, your mouth opening as you almost did, but you thought it was best not to. 

“What about Kace? You not worried for him?” Eddie snorted at your response, tilting his head from side to side as he seemed to weigh his options for a reply.

“Mm, no, not really. He looks like he could really mess someone up if need be.” Not quite understanding what he meant, as Kace was always such a softie in your eyes, you nodded in false agreement, taking the moment of silence to really think about your options.

He was right; either wait out in the cold for another half hour for a cab, or get a ride home from someone you were hoping not to see today, or any day, at that. Weighing your options, one seemed easier, but being tired and tipsy pushed you to lean to the other side.

“You still offering that ride?” Eddie’s expression as you finally spoke seemed to catch you off guard, almost as if he wasn’t expecting you to even consider his offer.

“Yep. ‘Course, I’d have to drop Gareth off first. Poor boy doesn’t know his left from his right so I wouldn’t trust him making his own way home at this dark hour.” The boy turned to face his bandmate, Gareth flipping him off as he slammed the van doors shut, the two other boys now gone as they had presumably started to make their own way home. Eddie laughed, turning back to face you.

“Eh, no, never mind. It’s fine. I can get a cab or walk. It’d give me a chance to sober up before going home to my sister, too,” you dismissed, Eddie deeply inhaling before loudly sighing.

“Nope, I’m not letting you do that. You’re either gonna freeze to death or end up drowned in a lake somewhere. And hey, cab drivers can’t be trusted either. You ever hear those stories of murderous cab drivers, preying on sweet girls like you?” You scoffed.

“I can handle myself, Munson. And ‘sweet’? Cyanide’s sweet, too, I’ll have you know. You should know the capabilities that shit has.” The way Eddie’s eyes locked with yours felt piercing in both directions, but neither of you were letting up. With a quiet chuckle, Eddie leaned down, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Exactly, doll. I know what I said.” 

What?

What is that supposed to mean- As your brain cycled through a dozen thoughts a second, you didn’t notice Eddie straightening his posture again, appearing as if that last sentence wasn’t even uttered.

“Nevermind that, I can hear you chattering again.” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“What? No, no you can’t. I’m not-” As you spoke, a gust of wind traveled up your body. The wind was, indeed, a paid actor. The sensation caused your entire body to shiver, perfectly proving the smug boy’s claim as he raised a finger, pointing it at you. 

“Right there, teeth chattering.” 

“I shivered, it wasn’t teeth chattering.” As he opened his mouth to bite back once again, the sound of the side of the van being slapped alerted both of you, Eddie turning his head at a speed that would give any regular person whiplash.

“We’re not doing this again, guys. Eddie, are we gonna get going or what?” Gareth held his arms out in offense as Eddie turned to face you again, almost completely ignoring the younger male’s query. Eyes back on you, the taller brunette decided to press only one more time.

“Yes or no, doll. Ride in the van, or end up dead ‘n’ floatin’ in a lake somewhere. Your choice.” You crossed your arms in thought, rubbing your damn near frozen fingertips against the lace thinly covering your elbows. 

“I think if I do decide to get in that van with you, I’ll still end up ‘dead ‘n’ floatin’’ in a lake somewhere. I’m tempted to go with the option that means I don’t have to be in the same vehicle as you, honestly.” Almost silently showing that he was nearing his final straw, Eddie sucked his bottom lip in, readjusting his posture to roll his shoulders back too, making you press your lips together in an attempt to stifle a snort. 

“Alright, alright, I get it. No more Mister Nice Guy. I’ll take the ride, Munson.” Eddie’s body released all of its tension as you gave your final answer, a tight-lipped boyish grin appearing on his face as he looked down at you. 

You began marching over to the van with Eddie jogging to catch up just slightly behind you. As you were just a couple of meters away from the vehicle, the boy started speaking from the side of you, sliding in next to you to open the passenger door. 

“Prepare for the ride of your life.” You grimace at the comment, unsure of any underlying innuendos he may have been making. It took a few moments more for Eddie to realize just exactly what it was that he had said, the grin dropping from his face as he clocked his own words. His head dropped, arm staying stuck out, hanging onto the van door handle.

“Ride. As in a car ride. That’s- that’s what I meant.” You couldn’t help but find the humor in his accidentally suggestive comment in addition to the way he was responding to your non-verbal reaction. Letting out a quiet chuckle as you climbed into the van, you subconsciously placed a hand on his shoulder for support. 

Getting comfortable in your seat, you quietly spoke into his ear, his curls just about grazing your cheek as you craned your neck down to him.

“I’m ready for the ride of my life, Mr. Munson.”

It wasn’t like you weren’t able to handle your alcohol. Kace had a somewhat lower tolerance than you, usually getting tipsy off of just a few shots, whereas it’d take you entire pint glasses to finally start feeling a noticeable buzz. You were always the designated “mom” of the group whenever you, Kace, and a few others went out for drinks or attended parties, as you were able to handle your alcohol the most (and also because you subconsciously made sure to hold back just in case April made a surprise visit home when she was supposed to be elsewhere). One thing you did know about your intoxicated self, however, was how you tended to thoroughly enjoy messing with people after a few drinks. You loved fucking around with people as it was but always refrained from doing so, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention from people you really didn’t want the attention of. A couple of drinks just let you forget about those types of people, though. It was nice. 

As you sat back down in your seat, facing forward and smoothing out the skirt of your dress, you looked to your right at Eddie, who was still standing next to the passenger door, hand still resting on the handle. His head was hung low, his knotted brown curls hiding his face from your view. You quietly took a breath in as you tried to think of a way to ask if he was okay without sounding like a complete loser, but before you could even start to think of anything, he lifted his head, his curls flailing slightly before dropping back onto his shoulders. 

“Right, let's get going, party people.” He slammed the door shut, startling you as the interior handle almost collided with your arm. 

After Eddie had finally gotten himself into the van and started leaving the parking lot, you kept yourself squished up against the side of the vehicle, not wanting to accidentally make contact with Gareth who was sitting in between you and the driver. Not like he’d even notice if you did, as he seemed to be too caught up in his conversation with Eddie, the two boys talking about their band and improvements they could make to their set, from what you could gather. 

A short 10 minutes passed before you finally arrived at Gareth’s house, Eddie and the younger boy hopping out to unload the drum kit into Gareth’s garage, ready for their next rehearsal day. Not knowing how long it was going to take as you were sitting alone in the van, you decided to look around at your surroundings. 

Eddie’s van had obvious wear and tear to it, a fact you noticed almost instantly. It still seemed to be in good condition compared to what you thought a vehicle owned by the infamous Eddie Munson would’ve looked like. There were a few empty cans of what appeared to be beer brands in the foot well of the passenger seat near your boots, the same cans that had been rolling around and clattering against the interior of the van the entire trip to Gareth’s. You wondered how the noise didn’t get on Eddie’s nerves each time he drove, because it definitely did get on yours in just a single car ride. 

With an idea coming into your head, you began looking around the vehicle, searching for something in particular as you dug through all the nooks and crannies in Eddie’s van, trying to avoid touching anything that looked off-limits or sticky (why things were sticky, you didn’t want to know). You opened the glove compartment just in front of you and began rummaging around as you pushed a stack of tapes to the side, your eyes catching a glimpse of a pink box. With squinted eyes and a short pause, you eventually recognized the packaging from the shelves of your local drugstore, slowly sliding the stack of tapes back to their original position to hide it. Making a quick awkward movement, you promptly clicked the glove compartment shut, making a mental note to not open it ever again, as if you were even going to be in Eddie’s van again.

Not knowing where else to look that you haven’t already, you leaned over the middle seat, stretching your arm to reach down into the door compartment next to the driver’s seat. Allowing your hand to dig for a couple of seconds, you almost gave up and pulled away as your knuckle touched something sticky, but quickly stopped as you heard that familiar crinkle. Victoriously, you pulled a black plastic bag out of the sticky, trash-filled compartment, holding it in the air triumphantly.

However, just as you did so, the driver’s side door swung open, your eyes snapping up at the disturbance and locking with Eddie’s own. The boy stood there, silent, as he looked down at you, your torso still stretching across the seats, seatbelt being pulled to its limit, and crumpled-up plastic bag still firm in your grasp. 

“What you doing, doll?” Eddie asked, leaning against the side of the open vehicle as his posture relaxed. You looked between his face and the plastic bag once, before leaning back to sit up straight in your seat, busying yourself with collecting trash from the front section of the van and shoving it into the black bag. 

“Cleaning. This thing is filthy, Munson. Like, honestly, it’s disgusting. Some parts of the van are sticky. Why are they sticky? Vans shouldn’t be sticky. What the fuck do you even do in here?” you replied, avoiding his piercing gaze as you frantically shoved empty cans and takeout boxes into the bag. 

The van shook slightly as Eddie climbed in, pulling the door shut behind him. He was silent, and you could see him staring at you in the corner of your vision. Being under his intense watch made you feel queasy. 

“You a clean freak all the time, or is it just when you’ve drank?” You rolled your eyes, settling the bag of trash in between your knees as you looked over your shoulder at him. 

“I’m not a ‘clean freak’, I just don’t want to sit in the middle of garbage. It’s fuckin’ gross. Do better.” Eddie snorted at the jab you made at the end of your sentence, and you just stared at him with a look of “I’m not joking, Munson. Sort it out.”. Surprisingly, Eddie seemed to catch your drift, pulling a blue plastic bag out of the side compartment in his door. 

Without even being asked to do so, the boy started shoving pieces of trash and chewed, discarded gum into his plastic bag. Strangely, as you attempted to watch what he was doing without making it obvious, you were somewhat endeared by his sudden actions, appreciating the effort he was putting in to tidy his own van. 

“She was due a deep clean, anyway. Not that I’m gonna deep clean her tonight, just gonna start by tidying up the inside a bit, if you catch my drift.” You side-eyed Eddie as you tried to understand what he meant by that last part, earning a slight shrug in response, shoving a glass bottle into his bag at the same time. You looked around the van, trying to see if there was anything else that needed disposing of. From what you could see with minimal searching effort, there wasn’t anything else you found, feeling happy with yourself as you realized. 

Tying a knot in your bag, you broke the silence again.

“What do we do with these bags? Should we just leave them tied up in the back until you get back to yours later so you can toss ‘em?” Eddie looked out of the side window for a second, before holding a hand out towards you and replying.

“Nah, hand it over.” He reached over to grab the plastic bag in your grasp, his fingertips slightly grazing the back of yours as he did so. The boy opened the door again, stepping out of the van as he made his way over to the trash cans outside of Gareth’s house, tossing the two bags in one of them. Brushing his hands off, he made his way back to the vehicle, hopping back into his seat and starting the engine as he slammed the door shut. 

“Won’t Gareth, or like, his family notice that you’ve done that?” you questioned, skeptical towards the choice he had made. 

“Nah, I toss beer cans and other shit in their trash all the time during practice. They never notice, but if they have, they haven’t brought it up to anyone yet.” Looking over his shoulder, Eddie cracked an aloof grin at you before promptly driving away from Gareth’s. 

As Eddie drove along, you finally started to sober up, and that’s when the questions started. 

“Where are you taking me?” Eddie didn’t respond instantly, as if he himself didn’t even know. And then he shrugged. 

“Dunno. What you in the mood to do?” He side-glanced you, your hands in your lap as you played with your rings, trying to think of something. 

“Preferably, it’d be going home. But I’m not sure I wanna go back while I’m still kind of tipsy. Don’t need my sister dealing with that.” You rested your head against your arm which was pressed up against the window, and you could see Eddie raise his brows in the corner of your eye. 

“You got a sister? That’s something I didn’t know about you.” You lazily shrugged at nothing.

“Yeah, she’s a freshman. She knows those two freshies that are in your little nerd club.” The brunette nodded, keeping his attention on the road ahead of him, yet making it clear that he was still listening to you. 

You weren’t fully sure of where he was driving to, but he seemed focused nonetheless. 

“Cool, cool. The more you know. I’m slowly learning more about you, doll.” The way Eddie’s chocolate-y curls dipped as he angled his head to face you sitting at his side made you feel a swell in your chest, the air in the van suddenly feeling stuffy. You sat up, beginning to roll down the window on your side, shaking your head as you spoke.

“I thought I told you not to call me that, Munson.” Eddie laughed at your comment, finding the humor in your sudden change of attitude. 

“Ooh, struck a nerve there, didn’t I? Sorry, won’t do it again, your highness.” His voice was riddled with mockery, and you rested your arm out of the open window, feeling the chilly air pleasantly nip at your flushed skin. 

When you didn’t respond, Eddie decided to fill the silence again. 

“Don’t get sour on me now. If you wanna get one back at me, why not come up with a name for me, huh? Then you’ll have a way to fire back instead of just calling me Munson. Get creative, yeah?” You turned your head, cocking it to the side with uncertainty as you looked at the boy who had brought his focus back to driving, his right arm now propped up to rest on the back of the middle seat. 

Slouching down lazily, you took a moment to think, giggling to yourself at your own mental commentary. Without looking away from the road, Eddie angled his head towards you. The way his brows knitted together in the middle of his forehead contrasted with the boyish, toothy grin on his face as he piped up at your sudden amusement. 

“Hey, what’s so funny?” Making an obvious gesture to slightly turn your body away from his, crossing your arms tightly across your chest, you shrugged.

“Nothing. I’m not laughing at anything, sweetheart.” The sickly cliche nickname had made you laugh quietly to yourself, the sheer sweetness of the classic pet name being something you thought Eddie Munson, local “satanist” metalhead, would’ve loathed entirely. 

Instead, the snort that erupted from him had you turning to face him in an instant. 

“Really? That’s what you came up with?” The snark in his voice made you huff, dramatically re-folding your arms across your chest in mock offense.

“Hush, Munson. It was the sweetest name I could think of in my current state. ‘S not good enough for you, your highness?” Again, the brunette let out a hearty laugh, causing a very subtle smirk to form on your face. 

Approaching a red stop light, Eddie brought the vehicle to a halt, turning his attention over to you as he leaned toward where you were sitting, his arm on the back of the seats giving him support as his face got uncomfortably close to your own. He smelt like cigarettes and sweat. Nasty. 

“Nah, it’s good enough. Just thought you would’ve tried to wound me a bit more, sweetheart.” The way Eddie’s large doe eyes burnt into your skin made you feel like shriveling up inside, imploding in on yourself. Somehow, you managed to slouch even further into your seat, keeping your eyes locked onto his as if he’d do something if you even looked away for just a second. There were a few beats of silence between the two of you before the stop light turned amber, a change you both seemed to notice as you finally let out a breath you didn’t know you were keeping in, and Eddie leaned back to sit up straight in the driver’s seat again, continuing the drive down the road as the light turned green. 

Okay. Good. Stay over there. 

After that last stop, the van remained in complete silence. Normally, Eddie could be seen (or heard) blasting his metal music through the school parking lot each morning and afternoon, but on this night specifically, any type of music seemed to not be on his mind. With your mind unoccupied by anything else, and with the gust of wind that spread into the van through your open window, you began shivering just as usual, your black lacey dress doing nothing to keep you warm. You pulled at the dress’ long sleeves to try and cover your hands more as if doing that would do anything for your situation. 

Eddie seemed to notice the way you were shivering in your seat in the corner of his eye, his hands fidgeting on the steering wheel as he finally broke the silence. 

“You not got my jacket or anything? I thought I let you borrow that so you wouldn’t freeze your ass off anymore. Do you just forget about the typical Hawkins weather each time you leave the house or something?” Instinctively, your shoulders relaxed once you picked up on the uncertainty in Eddie’s voice, the surprising absence of his usual snark tone making the atmosphere in the van feel a lot more casual. 

“...It’s at home. At mine. It’s at mine. Why would I have it with me?” He side-eyed you.

“Because I gave- let you borrow it so you wouldn’t freeze. I’ve already explained this, man.” You looked over at Eddie and he was firmly focused on the road ahead of him now. You looked down at your lap, your hands resting on your legs as you twisted and turned the rings decorating your fingers. The van was silent again. Eddie silently driving, you silently thinking. 

Looking up after only a few moments, focusing on the road ahead, you spoke. 

“I appreciate the gesture, Munson. I didn’t need the jacket but still, thanks. I’ll… I’ll make sure to get it back to you soon. I know you wear that thing basically all the time.” Eddie’s shoulders jolted upwards as he chuckled, tight posture coming undone at your words. 

“Yeah, that’s fine. And you’re right, I do wear it all the time. My outfits don’t feel right without my precious leather jacket. She’s a statement piece.” You turned your head to face Eddie again, a smile appearing on your lips. 

“She’s a she, yeah? Why does your jacket have a gender, Munson?” The boy looked over his shoulder, his head angled to look down at you with a smug look on his face. 

“Well, you know, the ladies love me. You should know this by now, doll.” With the return of his mocking voice, you roll your head back, groaning as he slapped the steering wheel with a burst of hearty laughter, the previously silent, awkward atmosphere in the van completely dissipating. 

“More like you love the girls, and they don’t want you within a fifty-mile radius of them.” As you sat back, proudly crossing your arms, Eddie held his hand up, making a talking gesture with his fingers to mock you. As he did that, you noticed how he had pulled up finally, the car stopping in front of what looked like just a bunch of trees. 

Looking out of the window, you tried to get a grasp on where you were, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings leaving you completely in the dark. 

“Yo, wanna explain where…” you waved your hand out the window into the darkness, “this is?” Eddie took the key out of the ignition and climbed out of the van, making his way around to the passenger side to open the door for you. 

“M’lady,” he said, as he bowed slightly, holding an arm out to his side. Not knowing what other option you had apart from flat-out refusing and just making it awkward, you climbed out of the vehicle, smoothing down and adjusting your clothes as you took a better look around. There was a road nearby, the one you had driven down to arrive at your destination, and the rest of the area was shrouded in tall, ancient-looking pine trees. 

You were really trying your best to figure out where the fuck you were, but it was a lost cause. It wasn’t like you didn’t know your way around Hawkins; you just didn’t venture down long, empty roads leading to murder-y wooded areas often. You know, for obvious reasons. 

“Answer me or I’ll kill you, dump your body, and use your van to take my ass home.” Eddie looked down at you, his arms crossed like a stern parent, but his smiling face gave the exact opposite vibe. 

“If you take my van and somehow figure out how to drive it to yours, wouldn’t that just incriminate you when my missing person case goes public?” You shrugged.

“Nah. No one will be looking for you.” The boy let out a breathy laugh, his eyebrows arched in surprise at your blunt statement. 

“Jesus H. Christ, doll. That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Is he serious? Almost as if your face spoke the words you were thinking, Eddie unfolded his arms, turning his back to you as he slowly began walking towards the trees.

“Right, okay, come on. I’ll show you why I’ve brought you here.” You stayed planted where you were, not being fully sure about walking into a dark, wooded area with Eddie Munson himself. Noticing the absence of your footsteps following his own, Eddie stopped in his tracks, spun on his heel, and stared at you from a few meters away. 

“If you don’t follow me, I’ll be the one dumping a body.” Defeatedly, you dropped your arms to your sides, trudging over to him with a long, dramatic groan. 

As you reached his side, Eddie continued to walk again, and you noticed the way he was looking down at you from his side. Smug prick. 

“Whatever.” You turned your nose up at him, facing forward as you entered a gap in between the trees, making sure not to trip over any possible fallen branches on the forest floor.

After 5 short minutes of hyperfocused walking (ensuring to make it out the other side in one piece), and lighthearted banter between you and the tall brunette, the sight of a large body of water caught your attention, the moon above you reflecting brightly off of it. Eddie got ahead of you as he jogged to the edge of the lake, sitting down on the dry dirt with his legs crossed, knee protruding out of one of the rips on his dark, acid-washed jeans. You made sure to take in every detail of your environment as you followed the boy to where he was sitting, tucking the bottom of your dress inwards behind you as you sat down, keeping your knees tucked up towards your chest, a measly attempt at staying warm. 

There were a few long moments of silence before anyone spoke another word. The way the moon shone off the gentle ripples on the water caught your eye every now and then, the subtle swaying and creaking of the old trees behind you serving as the main source of noise in the area around the two of you. Now and again, you caught yourself looking to your side in the corner of your vision at Eddie, his hands nestled in his lap as his fingers played with his silver, chunky rings. You had taken note of that particular habit of his. 

The silence was deafening, but not uncomfortable. Awkward, definitely, but not uncomfortable. You didn’t feel like clawing your way out of your own skin and running off into the woods, never to be seen by anyone, especially Eddie Munson, ever again. You just felt like you needed to say something. But at the same time, you felt like you shouldn’t. Nonetheless, curiosity got the best of you. 

“So… why are we here, may I ask?” Eddie instantly started to shuffle out of his position as you spoke, his leg closest to you tucking against his body as he rested his chin on his knee, arms hooking around his ankle. 

“Thought you might want to sober up before heading home. Because, you know, your sister.” He turned his head on its side, allowing it to somehow comfortably rest on his knee, now facing you. You slowly nodded in agreement, taking it as a good enough answer. However, it wasn’t the kind of response you could also respond to, cutting the conversation short once again. 

A few beats passed before you realized that you and Mr. Munson had just been staring at one another, his face blank and unreadable as you suddenly felt small under his watchful gaze. In a matter of seconds, you scraped the bottom barrel of your mind to try and find some sort of conversation topic, figuring anything was better than silence with a side order of prolonged eye contact. 

“What did I do?” The extremely vague question had Eddie’s brows furrowing together under his bangs, just barely visibly due to the only source of light in the area being from lanterns hanging outside the nearby cabins. You managed to get the hint that Eddie didn’t have a single idea as to what you were on about, so you continued. 

“What did I do to make you dislike my presence so much? I mean, you can’t hate me that much if you took me all the way out here in your van with your spare time to help me sober up. It just doesn’t-” He held a hand up between the two of you, lifting his head from his knee with closed eyes before adjusting his position on the ground to allow his body to face yours. 

“I’m gonna stop you right there. You’ve got it wrong, doll-” the way your face dropped at the nickname made Eddie pause for a moment, “sorry, habit. But still, you’ve got it wrong. I don’t dislike your presence, I thought you disliked mine. Or, more specifically, me. I know we didn’t really speak, like, at all before your buddy Hayes asked to sub for Hellfire, but I just get the vibe that you feel like I’ve wronged you in some grand, unredeemable way. What’s up with that?” 

Did you really come across that way? You weren't exactly fond of Eddie due to the shit he’d get himself into in school and around town, but it wasn’t like you hated his guts for a personal reason or anything. Honestly, you saw him as mostly just like any other Hawkins-deemed creep; the same as you. A social outcast, a small-time pariah, and a full-time freak. You didn’t intentionally come across as hating every fiber of Eddie’s being, but you could admit there were times when you had been less than friendly to him, mostly during school if you had managed to run into him or vice versa. 

Still, Eddie thinking that you hated him didn’t sit right with you. You looked down at the dirt as you tried to think of the words for what you wanted to say.

“I don’t hate you, Eddie. I don’t think I ever have. I know we’ve clashed before and I haven’t always seemed the most approachable. God, you don’t even seem that approachable at times with the whole cocky attitude you flaunt around school, but I don’t have anything against you. Not knowingly, at least. I haven’t even personally known you for that long. I’ve known of you, I guess, but I haven’t known you. But I can say now that I think I know you somewhat better than I did, say, compared to last week. You’re-” You caught yourself mid-sentence as you finally looked up again to face the boy just sitting across from you, and when you did, the expression on his face had you completely stumped for words. 

It was a mixture of awe, and what seemed to be like him holding back on making a joke. 

“Carry on, doll. You were about to give me a heart-wrenching, lovey-dovey, diabetes-inducing compliment?” You sucked in your cheeks, rolling your jaw as you narrowed your eyes at the boy’s smug face, allowing yourself a few moments to think of the perfect way to fire back at Eddie, wanting to damage his ego more than you almost just did to yourself. 

Instead, all you could find yourself doing was extending an arm out to shove his shoulder, Eddie’s tucked-in sitting position coming undone as the slight nudge caused him to lose balance, his arms flung out to regain stability. The urgency in his movement had you laughing quietly, not wanting to disturb the serene peace of the lake and woods surrounding you. There was a moment where, after regaining stability and getting back into a comfortable sitting position, Eddie locked eyes with you, the smile forming on his face mirroring your own, only with the addition of his dimpled cheeks as you continued to let out a modest chuckle.

The air settled as your laughter died down and you found yourself idly dipping the toe of your boot into the most shallow part of the lake, careful to not dip too far. However, Eddie’s next words brought your attention back to him after only a few minutes of comfortable quiet between the two of you. 

“You called me Eddie.” 

...

“What?”

“You called me by my first name.”

...

“...So?”

“You’ve never done that before.”

Had I really not?

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Don’t. Don’t apologize for it. It’s nice to hear. I mean, someone calling me anything other than Munson or… freak.” You stared at his face, and his expression was, once again, unreadable, his eyes trained on the gently rippling water beside the two of you. In the corner of your eye, you could see his ringed fingers tapping softly against his denim-clad knee.

“Gotcha…” you muttered, feeling slightly awkward and wanting to alleviate some of that tension, “...got it. I’ll keep it in mind, sweetheart.” His finger-tapping paused. Through his knotted brown curls, he locked eyes with you again, staring you down in a way that didn’t make you want to shrivel in on yourself for once. 

“Cheers, angel.” You scoff at the nickname.

“Not that one again…” Despite how you had negatively reacted to the nickname the first time he had called you it, the laugh you let out wasn’t one of annoyance or condescension, it was just one of genuine confusion in a soft moment that you didn’t want to ruin. 

“Hey, I mean it this time. Thanks, man. You’re a peach, even if you don’t look it.” Well, that wasn’t something you heard every day. Or, any day… ever, at that. It was nice being able to joke around with Eddie, and you wondered to yourself why you hadn’t tried actually talking to him ages ago. 

“‘M glad you think of me like that, Munson, even if you are the only person that does.” Eddie lifted his head from where it had been dipped down due to his, at times, awful posture, and he grinned at you as he, once again, fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, hands tucked into his lap to try and stay warm against the October chill. 

“No worries, doll.”

[brookston]

Holidays 1.22

Holidays

Answer Your Cat's Questions Day

Apple Macintosh Day

Black Tables Day (Posaf)

Bóndadagur (Man’s Day; Iceland) [1st of Þorri]

Butcher’s Broom Day (French Republic)

Celebration of Life Day

Come in From the Cold Day

Curious Cat Day

Customs Officers’ Day (Tajikistan)

Dance of the Seven Veils Day

Day of Hungarian Culture

Day of Unity and Liberty (Ukraine)

Dia de la Fundación del Estado Plurinacional de Bolivia (Multicultural State Day; Bolivia)

Franco-German Day (Germany)

Grandfather’s Day (Dzień Dziadka; Poland)

Hi, How Are You? Day (Texas)

Justin Turner Day (Los Angeles)

Lord Byron Day

National Heroes Day (Cayman Islands)

National Law Enforcement Spouse Appreciation Day

National Ty Day

National Vincent Day

National Yorkshire Territory Day

Nuclear Ban Treaty Day

Nude Beach Day

Our Town Day

Polka Dot Day

Public Holiday (Saint Vincent and Grenadines)

Reunion Day (Ukraine)

Roe vs. Wade Day

Talk to Your Cat Day

Trans Prisoner Day of Action & Solidarity

Unity Day (Ukraine)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Curry Day (Japan)

National Blonde Brownie Day

National Hot Sauce Day [also 11.5]

National Southern Food Day

4th Monday in January

Better Business Communication Day [4th Monday]

Blue Monday [Monday of Last Full Week]

Community Manager Appreciation Day [4th Monday]

Independence & Related Days

Plurinational State Foundation Day (Bolivia)

Ukraine (Unification; 1919)

Wellington Province Day (New Zealand)

Festivals Beginning January 22, 2024

Global Organic Produce Expo (Hollywood, Florida) [thru 1.24]

Howard County Restaurant Week (Howard County, Maryland) [thru 2.4]

Indiana Hort Conference & Expo (Danville, Indiana) [thru 1.23]

Triangle Restaurant Week (Raleigh, North Carolina) [thru 1.28]

Washington Oregon Potato Conference (Kennewick, Washington) [thru 1.25]

Feast Days

Abraham (Positivist; Saint)

Anastasius of Persia (Christian; Saint)

Aquarius zodiac sign begins (Astrology; Pagan)

Basil Wolverton (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Erotic Festival Day

Feast of St. Vincent (Old Agricultural Calendar; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Festival of Invoking and Banishing

Festival of the Orgone

Francis Picabia (Artology)

Gaudentius of Novara (Christian; Saint)

Imoinu Iratpa (Celebration of Emoinu, Sanamahism Goddess of Wealth, Prosperity and Vital Resources; India)

Joseph Wolf (Artology)

László Batthyány-Strattmann (Christian; Saint)

Laugh at Life Day (Pastafarian)

Laura Vicuna (Christian; Saint)

Moise Kisling (Artology)

Nicolas Lancret (Artology)

Quantum Cheese Day (Pastafarian)

Vincent Pallotti (Christian; Saint)

Vincent of Saragossa (Christian; Saint)

Vincent, Orontius, and Victor (Christian; Saints)

William Joseph Chaminade (Christian; Blessed)

Xomfey and Melg (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

All’s Well That Ends Well, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1742)

Bad Luck Blackie (MGM Cartoon; 1949)

Broad City (TV Series; 2014)

Caprica (TV Series; 2010)

Chappelle’s Show (TV Series; 2003)

The Crucible, by Arthur Miller (Play; 1953)

D.E.B.S. (Film; 2004)

Dirty Grandpa (Film; 2016)

Don't Shoot Me I'm Only the Piano Player, by Elton John (Album; 1973)

Extraordinary Measures (Film; 2010)

Five Corners (Film; 1988)

French Freud (The Inspector Cartoon; 1969)

Get Low (Film; 2010)

The Happy Highwayman, by Leslie Charteris (Short Stories; 1939) [Saint #22]

Hello, Ma Booby or Pleased to Beat Ya (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 197; 1963)

Innertube Antics, featuring Ol’ Doc Donkey (MGM Cartoon; 1944)

A Knock for the Rock or The Lamp is Low (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 92; 1961)

Knock on Wood or Bullwinkle Takes the Rap (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 91; 1961)

Lady Soul, by Aretha Franklin (Album; 1968)

Legion (Film; 2010)

The Misadventures of Merlin Jones (Film; 1964)

Neil Young, by Neil Young (Album; 1969)

On Broadway, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1963)

Ophelia (Film; 2018)

The Paneless Window Washer (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1937)

Peggy Sue Got Married, recorded by Buddy Holly (Song; 1959)

Please Don't Eat the Daisies, by Jean Kerr (Essays; 1957)

Robin Hood (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

Safety Not Guaranteed (Film; 2012)

Scrap For Victory, featuring Gandy Goose & Sourpuss (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1943)

Shoot the Moon (Film; 1982)

The Soul Cages, by Sting (Album; 1991)

Spinach Fer Britain (Fleischer//Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1943)

Sugar Blues, by Clyde McCoy and His Orchestra (Song; 1931)

The Tin Can Tourist, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Tooth Fairy (Film; 2010)

Under Bullwinkle’s Bowler or The Wide, Open Spaces (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 198; 1963)

The Virgin Queen (TV Mini-Series; 2006)

The Vitamin G-Man (Phantasies Cartoon; 1943)

We Are Family, by Sister Sledge (Album; 1979)

Wouldn’t It Be Nice, recorded by The Beach Boys (Song; 1966)

Today’s Name Days

Vinzenz (Austria)

Anastazije, Irena, Vice, Vinko (Croatia)

Slavomír (Czech Republic)

Vincentius (Denmark)

Luule, Luuli (Estonia)

Visa (Finland)

Vincent (France)

Dietlinde, Jana, Vinzenz (Germany)

Anastasios, Timotheos (Greece)

Artúr, Vince (Hungary)

Domenico, Esmeralda, Linda, Smeralda, Teodolinda, Vincenzo, Vinzenz (Italy)

Austris, Meinhards, Vincents (Latvia)

Anastazas, Aušrius, Skaistė, Vincentas (Lithuania)

Ivan, Vanja (Norway)

Anastazy, Dobromysł, Gaudencjusz, Gaudenty, Marta, Wincenty (Poland)

Anastasie, Timotei (Romania)

Zora (Slovakia)

Vicente (Spain)

Viktor, Vincent (Sweden)

Tin, Timothy (Ukraine)

Enoch, Piper, Vicenta, Vicente, Vince, Vincent, Vincentia, Vincenzo, Vinnie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 22 of 2024; 344 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 4 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 12 (Yi-You)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 12 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 11 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 22 White; Oneday [22 of 30]

Julian: 9 January 2024

Moon: 91%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 22 Moses (1st Month) [Abraham]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 33 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 1 of 28)

Calendar Changes

Aquarius (The Water Bearer) begins [Zodiac Sign 11; thru 2.18]

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 1.22

Holidays

Answer Your Cat's Questions Day

Apple Macintosh Day

Black Tables Day (Posaf)

Bóndadagur (Man’s Day; Iceland) [1st of Þorri]

Butcher’s Broom Day (French Republic)

Celebration of Life Day

Come in From the Cold Day

Curious Cat Day

Customs Officers’ Day (Tajikistan)

Dance of the Seven Veils Day

Day of Hungarian Culture

Day of Unity and Liberty (Ukraine)

Dia de la Fundación del Estado Plurinacional de Bolivia (Multicultural State Day; Bolivia)

Franco-German Day (Germany)

Grandfather’s Day (Dzień Dziadka; Poland)

Hi, How Are You? Day (Texas)

Justin Turner Day (Los Angeles)

Lord Byron Day

National Heroes Day (Cayman Islands)

National Law Enforcement Spouse Appreciation Day

National Ty Day

National Vincent Day

National Yorkshire Territory Day

Nuclear Ban Treaty Day

Nude Beach Day

Our Town Day

Polka Dot Day

Public Holiday (Saint Vincent and Grenadines)

Reunion Day (Ukraine)

Roe vs. Wade Day

Talk to Your Cat Day

Trans Prisoner Day of Action & Solidarity

Unity Day (Ukraine)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Curry Day (Japan)

National Blonde Brownie Day

National Hot Sauce Day [also 11.5]

National Southern Food Day

4th Monday in January

Better Business Communication Day [4th Monday]

Blue Monday [Monday of Last Full Week]

Community Manager Appreciation Day [4th Monday]

Independence & Related Days

Plurinational State Foundation Day (Bolivia)

Ukraine (Unification; 1919)

Wellington Province Day (New Zealand)

Festivals Beginning January 22, 2024

Global Organic Produce Expo (Hollywood, Florida) [thru 1.24]

Howard County Restaurant Week (Howard County, Maryland) [thru 2.4]

Indiana Hort Conference & Expo (Danville, Indiana) [thru 1.23]

Triangle Restaurant Week (Raleigh, North Carolina) [thru 1.28]

Washington Oregon Potato Conference (Kennewick, Washington) [thru 1.25]

Feast Days

Abraham (Positivist; Saint)

Anastasius of Persia (Christian; Saint)

Aquarius zodiac sign begins (Astrology; Pagan)

Basil Wolverton (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Erotic Festival Day

Feast of St. Vincent (Old Agricultural Calendar; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Festival of Invoking and Banishing

Festival of the Orgone

Francis Picabia (Artology)

Gaudentius of Novara (Christian; Saint)

Imoinu Iratpa (Celebration of Emoinu, Sanamahism Goddess of Wealth, Prosperity and Vital Resources; India)

Joseph Wolf (Artology)

László Batthyány-Strattmann (Christian; Saint)

Laugh at Life Day (Pastafarian)

Laura Vicuna (Christian; Saint)

Moise Kisling (Artology)

Nicolas Lancret (Artology)

Quantum Cheese Day (Pastafarian)

Vincent Pallotti (Christian; Saint)

Vincent of Saragossa (Christian; Saint)

Vincent, Orontius, and Victor (Christian; Saints)

William Joseph Chaminade (Christian; Blessed)

Xomfey and Melg (Muppetism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Premieres

All’s Well That Ends Well, by William Shakespeare (Play; 1742)

Bad Luck Blackie (MGM Cartoon; 1949)

Broad City (TV Series; 2014)

Caprica (TV Series; 2010)

Chappelle’s Show (TV Series; 2003)

The Crucible, by Arthur Miller (Play; 1953)

D.E.B.S. (Film; 2004)

Dirty Grandpa (Film; 2016)

Don't Shoot Me I'm Only the Piano Player, by Elton John (Album; 1973)

Extraordinary Measures (Film; 2010)

Five Corners (Film; 1988)

French Freud (The Inspector Cartoon; 1969)

Get Low (Film; 2010)

The Happy Highwayman, by Leslie Charteris (Short Stories; 1939) [Saint #22]

Hello, Ma Booby or Pleased to Beat Ya (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 197; 1963)

Innertube Antics, featuring Ol’ Doc Donkey (MGM Cartoon; 1944)

A Knock for the Rock or The Lamp is Low (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 92; 1961)

Knock on Wood or Bullwinkle Takes the Rap (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 91; 1961)

Lady Soul, by Aretha Franklin (Album; 1968)

Legion (Film; 2010)

The Misadventures of Merlin Jones (Film; 1964)

Neil Young, by Neil Young (Album; 1969)

On Broadway, recorded by The Drifters (Song; 1963)

Ophelia (Film; 2018)

The Paneless Window Washer (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1937)

Peggy Sue Got Married, recorded by Buddy Holly (Song; 1959)

Please Don't Eat the Daisies, by Jean Kerr (Essays; 1957)

Robin Hood (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1933)

Safety Not Guaranteed (Film; 2012)

Scrap For Victory, featuring Gandy Goose & Sourpuss (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1943)

Shoot the Moon (Film; 1982)

The Soul Cages, by Sting (Album; 1991)

Spinach Fer Britain (Fleischer//Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1943)

Sugar Blues, by Clyde McCoy and His Orchestra (Song; 1931)

The Tin Can Tourist, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1937)

Tooth Fairy (Film; 2010)

Under Bullwinkle’s Bowler or The Wide, Open Spaces (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 198; 1963)

The Virgin Queen (TV Mini-Series; 2006)

The Vitamin G-Man (Phantasies Cartoon; 1943)

We Are Family, by Sister Sledge (Album; 1979)

Wouldn’t It Be Nice, recorded by The Beach Boys (Song; 1966)

Today’s Name Days

Vinzenz (Austria)

Anastazije, Irena, Vice, Vinko (Croatia)

Slavomír (Czech Republic)

Vincentius (Denmark)

Luule, Luuli (Estonia)

Visa (Finland)

Vincent (France)

Dietlinde, Jana, Vinzenz (Germany)

Anastasios, Timotheos (Greece)

Artúr, Vince (Hungary)

Domenico, Esmeralda, Linda, Smeralda, Teodolinda, Vincenzo, Vinzenz (Italy)

Austris, Meinhards, Vincents (Latvia)

Anastazas, Aušrius, Skaistė, Vincentas (Lithuania)

Ivan, Vanja (Norway)

Anastazy, Dobromysł, Gaudencjusz, Gaudenty, Marta, Wincenty (Poland)

Anastasie, Timotei (Romania)

Zora (Slovakia)

Vicente (Spain)

Viktor, Vincent (Sweden)

Tin, Timothy (Ukraine)

Enoch, Piper, Vicenta, Vicente, Vince, Vincent, Vincentia, Vincenzo, Vinnie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 22 of 2024; 344 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 4 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Luis (Rowan) [Day 2 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 12 (Yi-You)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 12 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 11 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 22 White; Oneday [22 of 30]

Julian: 9 January 2024

Moon: 91%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 22 Moses (1st Month) [Abraham]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 33 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 1 of 28)

Calendar Changes

Aquarius (The Water Bearer) begins [Zodiac Sign 11; thru 2.18]

[simmillercc]

I have upload 3 new projects as part of the Japanese Journeys set, and they're lights!

Early Access releases to public May 28, 2024

SIMS 4 - SNOWBALL CEILING LIGHTS X 2 AND TABLE LAMP BLOCKS

PATREON JAPANESE JOURNEYS COLLECTION https://www.patreon.com/collection/525900

CURSEFORGE MAIN PROJECTS PAGE (approval pending on these 3 projects)

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 09x10 Road Trip

“I was probably right to be skeptical that he’s not dead, but I think they’re trying to tell us that Kevin Tran is dead” “If you stand any closer, you’ll fkn burn yourself” “They just did that to light up his face and ear” “is the ear part of the face?” “crust” “What did Dean like about Kevin Tran so much?” Dean feels responsible

“I got that” Dean isn’t emoting healthily

“I think he realized that only after he destroyed $10K of lamps” “what the fuck? That was so weird” “maybe should have called security” “what’s the bottle next to the gun? Oh it’s table salt!” “It’s salt” “the pretty gun is purty expensive” “where was Cas at that time?” Cas was freshly human

“The lighting is fkn delicious” “well let’s start with torture and needles and other creepy shit” “or we can go to Crowley. That makes more sense” “I’m right up there with Crowley’s ask” “wouldn’t that imply that Plan B is better? I know he’s trying to convey his plan is better” “Way to show all your cards man” “inexplicably” “Does he not know he needs to put gas in it?” “oh it’s the pimp mobile” laughter

“He fkn said it” “I said the same thing”

“Did he think the gas goes in the butt like Dean’s car?” “Why are they both in the back?” “Oh yeah bud” “Hell yeah” “who did he kill?” He was the only who let the snake in the garden “I already forgot” “Is this how all cults get started? Jesus fkn Christ” “yes muffins” “bloody muffins” laughter

“Well shit” “This was Plan A, for real?” “When was Dr. Sexy?” Idk. Like S4

“Phallus on wheels?” 

Laughter “what” “that’s such a canned thing” “he’s fkn killing people” “gotta kill an asshole” “oh never mind” “what?” “Is he not a wise man? Is he one of the 3 dwarves?” NO, he’s not a wiseman who visited Jesus LMAO

“If this guy stabs his friend, all angels are shit.” “Except for Cas I guess” “I shouldn’t generalize, but a lot of them are shitty” “I hate those light switches. Those half-cocked sideways things’

“That’s a lot of jello powder” “with the fist thing” “why would you ever tell your boss that?” “Sorry ma’am. Just playing both sides” “some fkn party” “ghouls and cheerleaders? I want that episode” “That would have been a good episode. They realize they’re in the angel dream. That would have been a better way to write that. Would have been so badass” “Is this just brain damage that the angels can fix?” “just gotta lobotomize him no worries” laughter

“Small talk” “you split up and didn’t work together so….” “he made some ass joke” “you damn sonuvabitch” laughter

“Dean wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for Gadreel so idk” “can’t or won’t?” “not even king of hell would do this without getting paid first” laughter “what the hell man. He’s so good with the words. It’s crazy” “just a weird thing” “it is a bad joke.” “can’t he just say the word again?” “I need a go word” “We don’t have a go word” We can come up with one “Isn’t it Gadreel’s dream that he invented?” “gulp” “That’ll leave him all in one piece no problem” “oh yes the Lincoln” “Is’nt that brand dead now?” “the goodest guy” “he planned that out” “that was good though” laughter

“They don’t have him miked up very well so it sounds funny. That’s what I’m laughing about” “they must not believe in lawyers and health care directives” laughter

“How many sons of bitches are there?” “the fkn lighting man is so good” “so fkn good” “like in some shows, it doesn’t feel intentional but this one feels like a paintbrush”

[shkatzchen]

White's Set

Welcome to the world of White's Gentlemen's Club! This set is based on real furniture and decor in the club from approximately the 1960s and created for my build [Part 1|Part 2|Part 3] of the same.

Included are:

Lighting White's Morning Room Ceiling Light (9 Swatches)(Blooming Rooms) White's Morning Room Table Lamp (9 Swatches) (Blooming Rooms) White's Morning Room Fluted Table Lamp (5 Swatches) White's Morning Room Fluted Table Lamp Shorter (5 Swatches)

Dining Furniture White's Coffee Room Round Dining Table (15 Swatches) White's Coffee Room Large Round Dining Table (15 Swatches) White's Coffee Room Square Dining Table (15 Swatches) White's Coffee Room Rectangular Dining Table (15 Swatches) White's Coffee Room Chair (31 Swatches)

Paintings Ramsay, George III in Coronation Robes D'Orsay, Duke of Wellington (Full)* D'Orsay, Duke of Wellington (Dinner)* Beechey, King George III Kneller, George II while Prince of Wales Lucas, HRH Field Marshal 2nd Duke of Cambridge

Everything is Base Game Compatible unless otherwise indicated.

The mesh for the paintings is adapted from @thejim07. All paintings come in 6 frame swatches and are ctnm compatible.

Download from SimFileShare here, individually or as a merged package.

🎄Happy Holidays!🕎

Made with S4S.

* One of these is supposedly in the Coffee Room with the other paintings, but as I only have a written description with the name of the artist and he did two different paintings, I'm not sure which it is.

[maxismatchccworld]

Realm of Magic Familiar Orb Light

Created for: The Sims 4 by  Teknikah

This is not a replacer, it will add a new object. I've cloned a table lamp, and replaced the meshes and textures with the variants of the familiar orbs added with Realm of Magic. I tried converting the orbs themselves but I had an easier time doing it this way You can find them here: Lighting > Table Lamps OR Lighting > Outdoor Lights They cost §150

Download: http://modthesims.info/d/632765/realm-of-magic-familiar-orb-light.html

Get featured: https://maxismatchccworld.tumblr.com/

[sassyfinds]

It’s perfect! 🤗❤️

Hi, everyone!

I'm excited to share my table lamp set with you! I hope you like them!

*18 swathes

*EA edit

*no ads/ no waits

* contact me if you have any issues

* DOWNLOAD: SimsFileShare *

sorry, for sfs, i have no other places to upload my cc for now. Hit me up if you have any issues with downloading.

THANK YOU for downloading my cc!

@maxismatchccworld @mmccfinds @sssvitlans @pocciccfinds @mmccfindsbygaby @love4sims4