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how is this the same sim? 

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Where. Did you. get. all of your. clutter? I've been DYING for good clutter, and cannot find ANY! Even just one reference will be good :D

Oh man, I get it everywhere I possibly can! I have an ungodly amount from Repulsively Desirous Creations, which is now defunct, sadly. A lot of the books I've been using are from Simply Styling. Simcredible also has some decent clutter in their sets. And, of course, I love Camille and Black Pearl Sims. There are a ton of others than I'm forgetting that I absolutely adore, but hopefully that'll be a good start, at least!

ETA: littlecatsims replied to your post: Where. Did you. get. all of your. clutter? I’ve been DYING for good clutter, and cannot find ANY! Even just one reference will be good :D

some of RDs stuff is at BPS

YAY! Fabulous news! ty

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DAKOTA RUSSELL

10 Questions for Your OC (check out his character bio) 

1)      Dakota, let’s start easy. What is your age?

         I am seventeen, but my birthday passed a while ago. So, really I’m more like eighteen. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I’m an old junior and I’m sure it shows with all the immature idiots I bum around with. 

        And you’re supposedly mature?

        Very.  

2)     Your gender?

        Boy. 

3)      What is your love life like?

        Christ, I like sex. with girls. Probably a lot more than you from the way you’re asking this question. 

4)      Height?

        6′1. 

5)      Race?

         White, I guess. 

6)     How would you describe your appearance?

        This is stupid. You already know what I look like. 

7)      Any disabilities?

        Not that I know of. 

8)      Is there a meaning to their name?

        My name was supposed to be Isaiah Russell III. They must’ve thought it was just too classy for a guy like me. My dad can take the piss for that one. 

9)      3 things you can’t live without?

       Figuratively or physically?

      Dakota, you can’t answer a question with a question. 

      I just did. If you don’t believe me, I can say it again. 

10)   What do you want to be when they grow up/what do you want to do with your lives?

      Talk about an abstract question. I’ll just figure it out...somehow. I always figure it out...Are we done here?         

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Speaking Simlish - Chapter 2

           It was right around six o’clock on a windy Monday night when I was drumming my thumbs waiting for him to text me back. I was distracted, so it makes sense that I didn’t hear the clicks of Angela’s heels coming down the linoleum tile behind me.

“Reagan! I am so happy that you here, babygirl,” Angela Stokes cooed as she pulled me in tight for a hug.

“Mrs. Stokes! You know I’m always happy to see you, but the voicemail didn’t say why we’re all here. Are we–” I started.

“In trouble?” Mrs. Stokes giggled, “‘Course not, baby. I will explain it all in detail when everyone gets here. I trust you’re rallyin’ the troops?" That’s one thing I always appreciated about Mrs. Stokes, even after everything, she saw value in me. She trusted me with all her heart. She believed in me. It’s not that I didn’t get along with other adults, but she was the only one that wasn’t jaded by her own self-loathing for being stuck in the hoods of San Myshuno. I think she may have actually been a true believer. A true believer in that any community can succeed if they all have the opportunity.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I responded politely, “I text Shamar. He should be comin’ soon.” In truth, I  felt like I hadn’t texted Shamar in weeks or at least not anything meaningful. I just didn’t know how to act around him. He had sent me text after text over the summer, but I never knew how to respond.

Mrs. Stokes interrupted my thoughts, “And how ‘bout Jada or Isaiah?”

I was lucky that the lightbulbs in that hallway to her office were mostly all in need of replacing and that my skin was so brown, so that she could hardly see me start to blush. I responded, “They ain’t answered my texts…I think they–”

Mrs. Stokes just laughed, “Say no more. They can hear the news after our meeting then.” I don’t know why I was so uncomfortable to tell her the truth about Isaiah and Jada that night. She was always cool about everything. I always really liked Angela. She was almost like my home away from home and made me feel calm. Maybe that’s why the world without her was such a hell of a storm.

My thoughts were once again interrupted, but this time by a much a deeper voice, Shamar. He grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me close into a hug. I felt his cold breath seasoned with minty gum drift down my neck and I smiled. I had missed his hugs. “Hey,” he said.

“Sham. Hi,” I said awkwardly. I couldn’t toy with him. We had been playing that inevitable cat and mouse game for much too long, when we knew that we’d both lose eventually. Mrs. Stokes smiled to Shamar while she turned the knob to open her office door. To all of our surprise, she opened up to not just her office, but Jada and Isaiah necking on her couch.

The poor woman covered her eyes and muttered, “Oh my lord.”

Shamar stepped in front of me and let out a shout to Isaiah, “Aye bruh, put some clothes on.” I was watching the whole scene, but Shamar put out his arm in front of me to keep me from trying to help out even if I couldn’t do much. He always doing that, trying to take the lead.

“My bad, my bad,” Isaiah said, but I knew that secretly, he wasn’t that embarrassed. It wasn’t his first time getting caught being bad in public places. I think the teachers always let it go, because he was just too damn cute.

“Yeah, we didn’t know anybody was comin’ in here!” Jada said, throwing her clothes over her head, so frantically that she almost threw them across the room.

Shamar squinted his eyes and said, “And if you did, what? You woulda just had makeup sex after your eighth break up, anywhere else?”

“Shamar!” She whined, “You know it’s not like that…”

Thankfully, Angela interrupted, “Kids! I am going to get myself a diet coke and y’all better be sitting in your chairs, fully clothed, when I come back.”

We all sat, exchanging looks back and forth at each other while Mrs. Stokes carefully sipped her coke slowly. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Mrs. Stokes cleared her throat. She said, “As y’all know, we sent one student to represent our school at the No Sim Left Behind educational campaign last summer. That was Reagan.” She smiled at me, but I quickly looked away, hoping to avoid the subject.

Shamar leaned forward, putting his hands together as he rested his elbows on his knees. He said, “Right…and then…”

Mrs. Stokes turned her head to face Shamar and swallowed her smile to continue, “Well, Reagan, I don’t know if you ‘member submitting your experience essay at the end…”

I looked up and nodded, twiddling my thumbs, “I ‘member.”

Mrs. Stokes smiled at me again until wrinkles formed at the end of her eyes and she said, “Well, you checked the box and that essay earned you placement at their semester long program!”

I coughed in disbelief. I said, “‘Scuse me? That must be a mistake.” Shamar put his hand on my back to pat out my cough, but I think he was just lookin’ for an excuse to touch me, not that I minded.

Isaiah interrupted for Mrs. Stokes had a chance to respond with a question that must’ve been on all of their minds, “Aye, I hate to be that guy, but uh, what exactly do the rest of us have to do with this?” Jada and I laughed. I have to give him credit. If Isaiah was good for anything, it was breaking tension.

Angela cleared her throat again and said, “Isaiah, I’m glad you asked. Willow Creek Collegiate has expanded their program to accepting more students.”

“…But, we didn’t fill out any applications. How is that possible, ma’am?” Shamar said.

Mrs. Stokes responded quickly, “The student pool is picked based on the winner of that previous program. Since Reagan won, it will be three other kids from San Myshuno West district. One being a student of highest promise and two teacher recommended students.”

“Who’s who?” Jada said, turning to face Isaiah. I think she was looking for a laugh. She was always searching for his approval, no matter how many times he made it clear that she was disposable to him. I don’t think he meant anything by it. Maybe part of him loved her, but she was a fool to think that they’d ever end up together.

He shut her down quick and said, “Take a wild guess.” I looked at Shamar to see if he had tried to hide a laugh after that too, but his face didn’t change. He was just waiting for Mrs. Stokes to respond.

Angela looked back to me as if she were having a conversation with just me and said, “So, y’all don’t need to make a choice right now, but I really, really think y’all should go. I think it would be really good to experience somethin’ new. Who knows. Y’all might have some fun. “

Have some fun. Those were the last thorns of that rose that I did not pay close enough attention to. After all, it was finally “having some fun” that got me into the most trouble, ain’t it?

BINGE | PREVIOUS | NEXT 

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it’s my week-i-versary?!

To celebrate the week that my blog has been active & give a huge thank you (which I honestly can’t do enough) to all the kind people that have helped me so far, I thought I’d do some replies from Speaking Simlish!!

HEATHENPXSSY said: Aaaaahhhhh this is so good! Your writing is really great it’s so satisfying how well you string your words together.

Honestly, could not be more thrilled that someone thinks my word vomit is artistic lmfao. thank you girl you know i love ya so much

STORYBOOKSIMBLR reblogged this from and added:  Y’ALL THIS STORY IS FUCKING TOP TIER, AND IF YOU’RE NOT READING IT, YOU’RE MISSING OUT. I CANNOT WAIT TO FIND OUT MORE!!

Literally the only person that cares as much about this story as I do. Thank you for being my number one fan since it came out and giving me endless writing tips/feedback. 

LOVELYCHOOSER said: So far, so good. I really like your style. So… like… more please? :D

This comment made me ugly smile because I was cheesin’ so hard. Thank you for always showing you support on every chapter. It really keeps me going and when you comment it absolutely makes my day, because you are such an inspiration. ily boo

STORYBOOKSIMBLR said: I love the ending such a great line 😍

Ok, but this chapter 4 actually made me so sad to write like Zahir didn’t deserve to lose his own sister and Reagan deserved to live her own life :(((

OK FOLKS QUICK THING:  I just want to give two big thank you’s to the people that I didn’t mention above for all their kindness and patience. First to @neutralsupply , GIRL,  you are another person that really inspires me to keep writing because you always support my posts & you’re such a kind heart & ugh, just much love. Second to @eslanes, aka my very first follower and the first person to show me what good simblr stories look like. I have so much love for you, thanks for all your help and encouragement. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!  

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speakinginsimlish replied to your photoset “I’M PRETTY SURE U GUYS ARE TOO YOUNG TO BE THROWING AWAY UR LIFE LIKE...”

won't somebody please think of the children!!! ����

:’(((( BUT NO THE PARENTS ARE TOO BUSY IN BED HAVING A WOOHOO! This is how children rebel :’((( NEGLECT! lmao

tragiclownfish replied to your photoset “I’m disgustingly endeared to these interactions like I take pictures...”

same

LIKE MY GOSH I CAN’T STOP TAKING PICS IT’S JUST SO CUTE WHAT THE HECKIE why they gotta be so freaking adorable 

simper-fi replied to your post “I have so many pictures left int he queue for the Brookes family and...”

awwwww!!! *hearteyesemoji* staaaahppp *-* I'm sure you could make a lovely uni!

PSSSHHHHT you deserve all the praise, honestly! like, building just isn’t quite my forte and even makeovers is eeeehhh~~~ I mean I will TRY but it sounds both daunting and exciting and I have such a mess of cc to play with BUT! Yours will probably always be my favorites *o*