#sims 4 invitation

[kennedy404]

SIMcerely Yours - Framed Wedding Invitations

Cherish your sims special day by framing their wedding invitations!

Available for free, on my Patreon

[aashwarr]

you are cordially invited to chasity & cameron's wedding in ciudad enamorada. click more for your invitation!

[farfallasims]

Molly Ward & Rhys Hamilton | Luxe Magazine by @vixonspixels 📸

[rheya28]

Knitted Sweaters, car rides, and autumn leaves

[alxandergoth]

cupid's corner is renee's fave app rn 🤭₊˚⊹♡🌷͙֒

[rebouks]

“What’re we doing here?”

Oscar shrugged casually, “Hanging out?”

Robin scoffed with what little joviality he could muster, “Yeah, right…”

Oscar paused and broke eye contact, staring at nothing in particular as Robin waited. It was usually fairly easy to ascertain the direction of a conversation before it even started, given that people tended to rehearse what they’d say beforehand, but not Oscar. His mind was simultaneously blank and fit to burst; he was making it up as he went along most of the time, but that was one of Robin’s favourite things about his father. It paved the way for genuine, on the fly honesty.

“Figured maybe you’d wanna talk-..” Oscar rubbed his temple, “Ask me whatever you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah-.. within reason.”

“Why’d you do it?” Robin blurted out; his eyes full of unbridled curiosity, though his father wasn’t looking at him.

“Willpower is a finite resource, y’know? I had a shitty day and I caved-.. didn’t really think about it all that much, to be honest.”

“What do you mean?”

Oscar sighed, backtracking slightly as he realised that wasn’t exactly the honesty he was going for. “Well, it’s not that you don’t think about it-.. I thought about not doing it a bunch of times, but the second I decided otherwise, I went on autopilot and got it over with as soon as possible so I wouldn’t have to think about it anymore. Probably because thinking on it too hard is uncomfortable.”

“Where’d you go?”

Robin wouldn’t usually have to ask such a mundane question, but he’d struggled to fill in the blanks for himself. Oscar’s memories of the previous night were fuzzy and his thoughts sprawling.

“There.”

“The bar?”

Oscar nodded, still unable to meet his son’s gaze. “You remember it used to be a vet clinic, right? Your grandma ran it briefly, years ago-.. we lived in the flat above for a little while, when you were a baby.”

“I remember.”

Oscar sounded surprised. “You do?”

“Kinda-.. you’ve told me about it n’ stuff…”

Oscar shrugged a shoulder, supposing that’d make sense.

“You don’t have to feel so ashamed.” Robin ventured.

Oscar almost looked at Robin, though his gaze fell somewhere near his shoulder instead. How could a fourteen-year-old boy conjure such compassion? Such accuracy too. Shame.

Sometimes it felt as though he were talking to a man, not a boy. He was still a child, of course; arguing with his siblings over utter nonsense, playfighting, whinging about school and homework, leaving his dirty socks all over the place-.. but sometimes it felt like he understood much more than he should’ve. Oscar couldn’t imagine many people being so emotionally mature at thirty, never mind half as young.

“Dad…”

“I’m sure I’ll get over it-.. I always assumed I’d relapse at some point, but as the years went by, I guess I got complacent.”

“How’d it start? Like, did you just wake up one morning and realise it was an issue or..?”

Oscar shook his head slightly, running his thumb over his beard in thought. “Nah, it was slower, I just ignored it. I’d always been daft and over the top with stuff like that, partying n’ shit, y’know? It was like a crutch after a while though, and eventually, I needed it just to feel normal-.. went too far to feel nothing.”

Robin opened his mouth to speak, but Oscar wasn’t finished.

“You’ll probably get some stupid cop coming to your scout meetings or your school one day and they’ll stand there n’ tell you all about how drugs and alcohol are terrible or whatever, but it’s bollocks. Sure, they’re bad for you, but they feel good and that’s the problem. At least for me it was-.. is. It shouldn’t even be legal, really, not that it’d do much good if it wasn’t-.. it wouldn’t have stopped me, anyway.”

“I’d love to forbid you from going near it, but I’m sure you’ll all try it for yourselves one day. Maybe it’s just something to do, maybe it makes a boring night more fun, gives you the confidence to do something you’re scared of, talk to someone you’re shy around, I don’t know-.. you might hate it, you might not.”

“You hate that you still like it, don’t you?”

Oscar finally met Robin’s gaze as he nodded. “So much.” He wondered if he was making a mistake, being so open, but it was too late now and Robin had yet to balk or appear uncomfortable. If anything, he seemed concerned and intrigued, glad of the chance to ask whatever he wanted-.. not that he couldn’t usually, but the invitation was clearly welcome all the same.

“All your troubles just melt away, but they’re twice as bad when you wake up and doing it over again doesn’t solve much. It’s not the answer, Robin.”

“I know it’s not.”

Oscar’s frown softened as Robin slid beside him, threading an arm around his waist.

“You prefer being sober though, right?” he asked.

“Ah, that’s a loaded question…” Oscar sighed. “I prefer my life when I’m sober, but maybe a part of me will always crave that oblivion. It’s just something I have to live with.”

“Do you think you’ll do it again?”

“I don’t know, bud-..” Oscar admitted. “I’d like to say no but I don’t think I can make any promises, that’s not how it works.”

Robin nodded understandingly; he would’ve preferred it if his father could’ve made that promise, but a harsh truth was better than a hollow lie.

“They don’t mean much if you don’t keep em.” Oscar added.

“I get it-.. thanks for letting me ask you about it though, I know you’d rather keep it to yourself.”

“You’re still young but I know it’d drive you nuts otherwise. Besides, I don’t want it to feel like a dirty secret we can’t talk about, at least between us-.. might not wanna go telling all your friends your dad’s an alky though…”

Robin buried his face in the crook of Oscar’s shoulder and squeezed him tightly, desperate to convince his father that he didn’t think any less of him.

“Nah, they’re got enough ammunition.”

Oscar couldn’t help but snort at that. “I love you so much.”

“I know-.. I love you too.”

Robin said nothing a while as his father held him - or he held Oscar - only breaking the silence upon feeling his restless thoughts return.

“It’ll be the summer holiday’s soon, maybe we could go camping or something?”

Oscar smiled fondly. “Yeah, that’d be fun…”

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[pixelglam]

Meet Brant and Brent Hecking

The two newlyweds met in college and got into a relationship soon after. Their life in new england seems to agree with them as the stunning bay and the beautiful nature inspires artist Brent’s painting, while Brant enjoys fishing down at the coast and training at the local gym to stay in shape for his career as a bodybuilder.

The couple are also parents to a little french bulldog called Rosie that they adopted after the move into their new home.

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 4 (pride)

Gulshan found a letter in his school bag from Halle, the new girl in his class. He invited her over to his house to do homework together. When they were done with their homework, Halle thought it was a good idea to make a mess on the kitchen floor which Gulshan quickly cleaned up before Supriya could see it. After that, Supriya wanted to meet Gulshan's new friend which did not go very well...

[elderwisp]

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Frances: So today I was thinking we could learn something simple. Maybe some chords that are frequently used. I brought some sheet music too if you want to start with that. 

Icarus: Or I could take a shot at Mozart again. 

-

Frances: STOP!

Icarus: Don’t get mad at me, I’m rusty! 

Frances: Well you should have practiced!

Icarus: I’m not the one who’s piano teacher ghosted him! Twice!

Frances: YOU BITCH-

Icarus: Pardon?!

Frances: I SAID WHAT I SAID!

-

Both: Maybe not. 

Frances: Simple it is. I would like you to label each note from what you remember so far. 

Icarus: Gotcha. 

Frances: Soo… How was work? Any horses kick you in the chest today?

Icarus: [ laughs ] What kind of question is that?

Frances: Just curious. Don’t let me distract you. I could totally imagine that happening and you flying out the window. Heh.

Icarus: Frances. 

Frances: Sorry.

Icarus: Do you want me to finish this? 

Frances: Ye. 

Icarus: It’s happened once. I didn’t fly out the window though. My chest was really bruised though.

Frances: HAHA!

Icarus: Wow, someone’s praying for my downfall.

Frances: If I was kicked in the chest by a horse, you would totally laugh!

Icarus: No! I’d ask if you were okay.

Frances: And then you’d laugh.

Icarus: I- You’re so peculiar. 

Frances: I just like knowing things!

Icarus: About my life?

Frances: A fascinating subject. 

Icarus: I didn’t think I was that interesting. 

Frances: You’d be surprised. 

Icarus: Speaking of fascinating lives, my grandma tells me you secured that internship. Congrats.

Frances: Ah. Yes. 

Icarus: You alright?

Frances: Mhm. It’s quite the commitment you know.

Icarus: A good one though.

Frances: Icarus, I need to talk to you about something. 

Icarus: Go ahead. 

Frances: So I have a roommate now.

Icarus: Ah! 

Frances: We’re having a party.

Icarus: Oh…?

Frances: You’re invited.

Icarus: I, uh. 

Frances: It’s a small, house-warming party. I promise, nothing crazy.

Icarus: Should I bring you like a lamp or something?

Frances: Out of all the house-warming gifts, a lamp?

Icarus: Ye.

Frances: Just bring yourself. That should be fine.

Icarus: It won’t be weird, right?

Frances: Eh, not at all.

Icarus: [ chuckles ] I’ll go. I finished by the way.

Frances: Not bad. Thanks for doing my homework.

Icarus: What?

Frances: I’m joking.

[elderberries-and-honey]

There wasn't much left to cover for the 1890's and I have decided to go ahead and say goodbye to the decade by wrapping things up in one swoop instead of a bunch of individual posts. Also, I apologise for how crappy some of these photos look on mobile so viewing from a desktop is probably best.

And with that, we are officially heading into the 1900's!

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Transcript Below The Cut!

Dear Diary, It has been too long since I’ve written, I know, even if it’s only for my eyes. The last six years have passed me by and I have no record of my life to show for it. So, I will vow it on this New Years Day to be better at it starting right now! And I will begin by recounting the last few years with the hope that someday, I can look back on these times with fondness. So much has happened, some splendid, some grim, but that’s the way life always goes, isn’t it? A constant upheaval, tossing you around from one thing to the next so abruptly; even the good changes can feel violent sometimes. And yet, I endure it; maybe I have even taken to embracing it. Life is funny that way, hm? Now, the last six years, well, where do I begin?

In 1894, Lawrence opened the funeral home. It was a little ironic, considering Valerie passed away that same year. She had been hiding her failing liver before we moved out to Windenburg, and passed on with her brother at her side. Beth and Oisin traveled to Wales together to attend the funeral; Lawrence, however, could not come away from work.

1895 was a much better year for our family We began it with Beth & Oisin's wedding! But little did we know, the best was yet to come...the birth of our Alison Aurora! Our family has never felt more complete but they could not be more different from each other; each of them unique in their own way. Oscar is our wild child, always in search of some sort of adventure. It’s as though he lives for being outdoors and running around; playing in mud and splashing in puddles. I believe he is the most like his father out of the three, a social butterfly with an inability to sit still. Our sweetheart, Atticus, is curious like his brother but reclusive like his mother. He is often shy and timid, but seems to have taken a real interest in nature, and I find him off in the garden often, studying the flowers and admiring their colours. We are alike in many ways, and spend the most time together; he was also to hardest to wean from my breast. Alison, or Rory as I call her, or ‘goofy girl’ as Lawrence calls her, has her father wrapped around her little finger. She like to keep us on our toes with her silliness; she loves to do funny dances when we play music on the phonograph. And, she has no problems keeping up with her brothers!

As for myself, well, my dearest diary, I am happy to say that I am now a working woman! I am a secretary for a local newspaper started by an Irishman.

all in all, i think we are very happy

[plumdale]

Save the date!

[storysims]

forgot that i hate social events in game and threw sunday a birthday party - never again.

[castawavy]

progress with june

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[notelizapancakes]

happy halloweenies 🎃

[rheya28]

" Hey, can you pick me up? "

[aliengirl]

smol party for vince <3