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[plumbobgothica]

Chapter 6: The Blue Wedding (part 6)

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*a woman screaming* *plates crash to the ground* [Jared]: He's not breathing. [Agnes]: sobbing I don’t understand. I was only gone for a minute to get more wine. [Agnes]: I had to pull him out of the water. Erik is a good swimmer! This doesn’t make sense! [Jared]: I’m sorry… he’s…. gone. Erik is gone.

And that concludes episode 6! This one made me a bit sad.

I couldn't have done it without some amazing poses from @danjaley.

[invisiblequeen]

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Wifey

[itssimplythesims]

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

[funkyllama]

Life goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Work all day, and then I wake up work all day.

[hannahssimblr]

On narrow, shaded streets we amble among the crowd, past at all the little souvenir shops hawking bags and t-shirts, postcards and beaded bracelets. I grin at a magnet of a little fat faced chef, riding a vespa with a pizza in his hand. Something about his expression reminds me of Jonas.

“My stepdad used to buy magnets like that all the time,” Astrid says when I show her. “He thought they were so funny, but my sisters and I hated them. Their faces are creepy. They leer at you. The day he broke up with our mother, we threw them immediately into the trash.”

I buy it anyway. 

Outside a craft shop, she plucks a ceramic jug from a shelf to scrutinise. It is hand-painted in with delicate foliage in blue paint. “I think I could make something like this at university, don’t you?”

“Well, maybe this trip will inspire a collection of work for your pottery class,” I say, and she lifts it up to the sun, glinting upon the glaze. 

“It’s beautiful.” 

“Would you like it?”

She smiles. “I would. It’s so unusual.”

I get it for her, then carry the little package, wrapped carefully in tissue paper, around as she flits from store to store, finding inspiration in the art she sees. Inspiration comes to me, too, in the colours, the shapes, the slash of sky in negative space between buildings. I photograph it all. The fruit stands little dogs sleeping in doorways, bougainvillea cascading down whitewashed buildings, and laugh with delight as a little yellow car squeezes a path through a crowd of pedestrians. I marvel at this little town, and all the pockets of the world that still cling to so much charm.

“This is exactly what I needed,” says Astrid, on the terrace of a cafe overlooking the sea. 

“Coffee?”

“Yes, and all of this. The sun, the air. I have been so tired of Berlin lately, and the sky being so grey.”

“You’ve been bored.”

“A little, yes.”

We order coffees. Ristretto for her, Americano for me. The server eyes me with some savage combination of amusement and contempt. I imagine his thoughts. “Of course you would order this, American boy,” the man in my head says, and I force myself to smile at the real one. “Thanks”. 

“Grazie.” Astrid hisses.

“Oh, alright. Grazie. Sorry.”

As he returns with our order, he says something to Astrid in Italian. She responds, then him, and in front of me they have an entire conversation I cannot understand. I sit, sip my coffee, and wait for them to finish. Whatever he is saying, he’s very enthusiastic about it, gesticulating, hands moving passionately. I try not to be bothered when he points at me, and Astrid laughs at whatever he has to say, even though the heat of embarrassment rises to my face. If he’s saying something about me, I can’t defend myself. How frustrating it is not to understand another language being spoken right in front of you. Eventually, he leaves, and she simply straightens her dress underneath her and takes a dainty sip of her coffee. 

“What were you two talking about?” I say, after several moments. 

“Oh, nothing really. He was just asking me where we are from.”

“Right.” I trace the rim on my cup with my fingertip. “Just I think I understood something he said to you.”

Her brows rise in dull surprise. “Oh?”

“Bella,” I say, “As in, beautiful.”

“Oh, yes, he was talking about the weather. ‘Una giornata bella’, he said. ‘A beautiful day’.”

“What did he say about me?”

“About you?”

“Yes. When he pointed at me.”

“He said you don’t look Danish, and I agreed, because you aren’t.”

“Oh.”

“You’re self conscious?”

“No, just, I didn’t know what he was saying. I didn’t know if he was flirting with you in front of my face.”

“Italian men are very passionate about a lot of things. Perhaps it looked like that, but he was being friendly.”

I exhale a laugh. “Giornata bella, huh?”

“If he said ‘bella’ regarding me, it wouldn’t be okay?”

I pause. “Well, I don’t know. Calling another guy’s girlfriend beautiful in front of him is kind of on the line between okay and not okay, don’t you think?”

A shrug. “What if it’s true? Shouldn’t we allow people to appreciate beauty? To see it, and say something? What if I like to hear it? Would you prefer to see me locked away from the world?”

“Of course not,” I scoff. “I’m not one of those weird boyfriends that only wants you for myself.”

“I’m glad you said that,” she gazes at a lone seabird, whirling, spiralling above the bay. “Because I could never handle that. That will never be how we are.”

I smirk. “Yes, ma’am.”

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[honeyjars-sims]

3.40 This is Where I'll Be

Paul and I got approved for the townhouse, which is just in time since the process of selling their house went a lot faster than my dads were expecting. They were lucky to find a house in Del Sol that was just the right size for them–and all of Dad’s wigs. Before we knew it, we were packing up our lives into boxes and preparing to leave the family home forever.

Moving day comes quickly and the three of us get to work clearing things out. Once the last of the boxes are taken out I stop to look at the empty space. I'm a little taken aback by how harsh and cold it looks without the furnishings.

It's all concrete and metal, and it's apparent now that the house was just a vessel for what my parents put into it–not just furniture and decorations, but comfort and security and love. Lots of love. Still, I can't help but tear up at the sight of it without all of our belongings inside.

Pops puts his arm around me. 

“This is the first place I ever felt safe,” I tell him, a lump rising in my throat.

“It's not the house that made you feel that way,” he replies.

“Yeah, I know. I just have so many good memories of this place.”

Dad is standing on the other side of me. “So do we,” he says. “One day you'll make a home with someone and you’ll fill it with memories of your own.”

My mind begins to fill with images of my future home–I can see children lounging on the couch with thick blankets…maybe they're reading their favorite books or playing video games. The smell of frying pancakes, fresh berries, and maple syrup wafts through the air. We’ll all sit down for breakfast, and the kids will feel the comfort, security and love of their parents. I smile.

Pops, Dad and I are all huddled close. I’m afraid I’ll start crying for real. “Okay, you guys can let go of me now.”

“We’ll never let you go,” Dad coos while tousling my hair.

Pops kisses my cheek. “You’ll always be our little pookie-wookie.”

Once my dads decide to stop annoying me we make our way to the moving van, walking away from what was once our home for the last time. But I don't feel like I'm walking away from anything really–more like I'm walking towards my future. Towards my own family, my own home. Maybe not right now, but I'm on my way.

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[theroyalthrones]

Whatcha call that? Head over heels?

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[wa-royal-tea]

Just dads being dads (〜￣▽￣)〜 💖

[satureja13]

I don't know if he's just happy to be alive or if there's a special offer for Pizza ^^'

[someone-elsa]

In which Kody and Alex meet interesting women, and River does as told…

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The Chapter features sims made by @xldkx, @shesthespinstersimmer and @havenroyals. Thank you 💖 (and sorry 🙈)

[noctisplays]

April Belmont stands as a sharp, poised lawyer with a mind as keen as her sense of style. Residing in the charming town of Windenburg, she thrives in a life where intellect and elegance intertwine. As autumn paints the town in shades of amber and gold, April embraces the season's crisp air with the elegance only she can embody. Dressed in a sophisticated outfit from the Sandalwood set by @serenity-cc, she steps out in grace, her presence as commanding as her career.

In moments of solitude, April finds solace in a quiet ritual—smoking to release the tension from her demanding profession. Standing on her balcony, cigarette in hand, she exhales slowly, watching the smoke swirl and dissipate into the cool autumn air. It’s her way of shedding the stress, even if only for a moment. Beneath her polished exterior lies a woman of depth and quiet mystery, always observing, always calculating—ready to face the world one case at a time.

[plumbobgothica]

Chapter 6: The Blue Wedding (part 5)

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Pauline: “One more drink before we leave? C’mon, it’s an open bar!” Frida: “Okay, fine. ONE more. I’ll be right back!” Frida: “Jared? I didn’t notice you were working this event!” Jared: "Don’t worry, I’m used to being invisible to rich girls like you. It’s your loss, really.” Frida: “Can you save your insults for when we’re at work? That way I can at least get paid to listen to them—" *A loud, wailing scream erupts from the beach* Jared: "What the fuck?"

[simscognito]

Been decorating Diego and Miguel's house with family photos.

Diego met Alessandra at a local nightclub. She didn't particularly want to be there which intrigued Diego and so the two got talking...and well, talking.

Fast forward a couple of years and they were married with a son, Miguel.

Sadly, Alessandra was killed in a car crash when Miguel was just fifteen.

[itssimplythesims]

Adam Hawke

31 ･ He/Him ･ Taurus

Every romance author's dream, Adam Hawke is a six-foot tall portrait of angular lines and hard muscles that flex with his every move. But, behind those sexy, dark eyes lies an even darker soul, stained black from the things he's done, and the lies that are the only thing standing between him and an early grave. As if he didn't have one foot in there already. Buried so deep in his own secrets, Adam lives a double life, doubled over, where every move he makes has to be calculated, controlled, and for the benefit of his family–even if that puts blood on his hands. Even if that means being alone, numbed up on his vices, and constantly on the edge.

It’s no life worth living, but it’s the life he was born into, and there’s no escaping it. Even if there was, the things he’s done? The things he’s been through? There’s no coming back from that. No soul left to save. No love left in his heart. Nowhere else to go but down. Just as the men who came before him, he has every intention of fighting until the good fight ends, probably with him at the bottom of the Atlantic, written off the face of the earth by the secrets he’s worked so hard to keep. That had been the plan, anyway, until one wrong move sent him down a path even more dangerous than the one he was on: one fueled by hope.

[funkyllama]

"Brother,"

Season One, Episode One: Merry Crisis. Scene List: N/A, yet.

Do ya'll remember when @softpine would do the scenes with the script? Yeah, that's what I'm going for aesthetically. Alsooooo- Also, I'm posting scenes as I finish them. Wish me luck.