#the birth parents of the oasis

[estro-gem]

Menace

Have another rough doodle of everyone's favourite menace.

I've been doodling a lot lately - maybe I should share more rough drawings?? Meh, who cares...

You might see this again somewhere in the future. The far future...

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND BABY FEVER

scout: anytime scout is within fifteen feet of a kid scout is pulling the most fertile pussy he’s ever seen. scout doesn’t get baby fever as much as he gives other people baby fever. people see him and kids and go “damn, he made some pretty kids.” those aren’t even his kids. scout wouldn’t say he gets baby fever. but he likes kids! he wouldn’t mind being a dad. he thinks he’d be a pretty good dad. he wouldn’t leave them, anyway. and he’ll hold that over his dad’s head everyday.

soldier: it’s not something that strikes him often. but sometimes he will see a woman and go “damn. she’d probably make some pretty kids.” but will not approach her. but once it’s in his brain, he genuinely can’t get the thought out of his head. he’s thinking about what kind of kids anyone would make. putting people together in his head and thinking about their babies. then he thinks about his own babies. he doesn’t know if he’d be a good dad. but sometimes he wants to try.

pyro: pyro is still pretty certain that babies come from the stork. and god dammit, when is it their turn for the stork to bring them a kid. they want a kid. maybe don’t give pyro a child. but, if pyro thought they were going to be a parent, they are not missing a single day of parenting classes. they will be there, notepad and pen in hand. pyro would be one of the most knowledgeable parents around. it’s just about whether they’re going to be in the right mindset to do anything with the knowledge they have.

demo: baby fever will have this man crying in the fetal position surrounded by empty bottles and tissue boxes. it will have him punching walls, jerking off, and freezing the sperm. he wants a family so bad. he wants to be a father so bad. demo loves kids. he loves the idea of being a father. and demo would make a wonderful father! but he wants the full family. he wants to be a father and a husband. it’s not enough to get one or the other. he wants the whole unit. luckily, baby fever hits him once a season for about two weeks. and then he’s back to normal. but thinking about his hypothetical family is an island oasis in the sea of his mind.

heavy: oh, he’ll just say it. he wants a god damn baby. now. immediately. however he has to get one, bar literal kidnapping. being friends with the doctor makes this man’s baby feverish whims a very real possibility. he could have a baby in about two weeks if he begged for it, the doctor would just laugh and say “okay!”. he’s never gained the courage to ask him, and honestly that’s for the best. he doesn’t know if being a single father in this economy is intelligent. and frankly, some of his teammates are already immature idiots. close enough, right? but when it hits him… he’s very tunnel visioned on the idea of a baby. isolates himself so he can fantasize in peace.

engineer: he gets eerily quiet. he can’t stop thinking about it. he can hear children’s laughter and squeals. he can smell the dirt under their nails. he has his dad monologue prepped. got all the dad sayings down. he wants a baby girl so bad… so bad. if the baby fever is particularly strong he will also cry about kids. he wants a baby. he deserves a family. he works his ass off. and for what? for gravel? for money? for clout? for australium? it’s not enough. he needs a family. there needs to be a reason he’s doing all of this past the bullshit. he wants a beautiful baby girl with big bright eyes and fat cheeks and his nose. and then he’s getting the fuck out of this line of work.

medic: Ultimate Medical Mother. serving cunt and babies until his death. in all seriousness, if anyone were to approach him and ask him to either put a baby in them or genetically engineer one he’d feel incredibly conflicted about it. it would hurt him emotionally to create a child. leaves a sick taste in his mouth. this could’ve been his life, once upon a time. but he is the one who is most likely to take (or make) an opportunity to get someone pregnant. he’ll sabotage your birth control if he’s itching for a baby for longer than an hour. and if he crafts one for you out of thin air, it is watching an artist at work. fully dedicated and committed to the child’s safety throughout its creation. he’s up throughout the night monitoring the test tube. watching it grow. he does terminate any fetus with potential issues. uses the stem cells for research. he just looks so complete with a baby in his arms. he looks so soft. contemplative. he might get himself one of these. he won’t get attached until he can physically hold the baby in his arms. he also gives out abortifacients like candy when that baby fever wears off. it is embarrassing for him to be caught in a moment of weakness and have to undo the many silly decisions he made before he can’t.

sniper: snipes makes a wonderful baby sitter or uncle, because this man has never had even an itch of baby fever a day in his life. he doesn’t want kids, and he probably never will. and it’s not that he hates kids or anything, he just likes the freedom being childless gives him. god tier uncle though. he’s the one you dump the kids on so you can go on holiday. he won’t complain for about a week. then you’re getting a paypal, venmo, cashapp request for 250 big ones. and that’s for one kid. but, rest assured he is ensuring your child is fed, clothed, safe and happy. and that will fill his need for child interaction. but you’ll never hear this man crying for a child. he’s not that desperate.

spy: he got a vasectomy done by you-already-know-who. nooooo babies, no no no. he hardly wanted the one he got; he doesn’t want more. genuinely turned off if not turning tail and running from people who want children. he has anti-baby fever, where all he can think about is a world with no children. if everyone could do what the doctor does and just make their shit in a test tube he wouldn’t feel so strongly about not wanting children. but it seems like he’s surrounded by emotional ass men (except sniper, thank god) who can’t stop thinking about the decisions that led them to live an effectively childless life. if they thought they might’ve wanted a family, why become a mercenary?

[roriaa]

When Sun and Moon meet - S1

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

Warnings: None

Masterlist

҉ * ‧͙ ⋆ ⁺ ༓ ☾ Prologue

“We announce the birth of a healthy girl…Princess Y/N!” Chief Arnook announced as the crowd cheered for their new princes alongside Yue. What the crowd didn't know was the difficulties of even keeping her a healthy princess. Once the baby was born, she couldn't stop wailing and crying. It was like every bone of her body was in pain. All the medical help didn't do anything, they didnt know why the Chief’s daughter was in so much pain. Yagoda suggests going to the Spirit Oasis, it's their only chance. Chief Arnook sweats as well as his wife, as if they're bound to be unlucky for every life they give. The royal parents of this princess used the same technique as they did with their previous daughter. Dipping her in the Spirit Oasis while praying for her life to the moon spirit, the color of the girl's hair turned from brown to a graceful white. Silent cheers and cries as they held their newest child close to them, happy the moon spirit gave another one of their daughters a second chance.

“Stop touching the edge of your coat” My mother instructed as she pulled my hand from the cuffs. I whined but one stern look from my mother stopped me. I huffed as I stood up straight leaning more so to my sister, Yue who took my hand graciously. In books and stories becoming a princess sounds like a dream. You have money, attention and you could do whatever you want. Everything is accurate except the last one, I couldn't do everything I wanted. I had to be restrained to the guards and my parents eye, even Yue doesnt get this treatment as much as I do. However I forgot to mention how I even got into strict confinement in the first place. “What are you doing?” My father grabbed my hand making the water orb splash at both of our feet. “She's a water bender…” My mom whispered as my dad's eyes widened. “Y/N…” He spoke softly as he held both of my shoulders in a kindly manner. “Do not water bend, it's not allowed for people like you”. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him confused. He sighed as he took my hand. “Y/N, where we live only men are allowed to use waterbending, that's their job…to protect” My father shows me to the boys training their bending. “Especially people like you and your sister, you're both very important to this nation”. I didn't listen, it's not like I didn't understand what he was saying, I just didnt understand why it had to be like this. I zoned off as I saw the male benders. Envying that they can use their gift while I couldn't use mine. I snapped out of my zoned out space with a little pinch given by my sister. I flinched lightly as she slightly giggled earning a hush from our mother. I don't understand us needing to come to these royalty meetings, neither Yue and I are close to 16. Well she is closer to 16 by what? 6 years? That's still a whole 6 years till 16! I'm only younger than Yue by a year, however people treat me like a polar bear dog, cooing at me constantly for doing the littlest task while Yue gets treated so much more maturely. Some might say I have it easier but honestly I just feel dumb. Once the meeting ended we respectfully bowed and got up following our father. I held back my yawn as I saw the now night sky, looking how beautiful the moon is. ҉ ☾ I woke up in the middle of the night, groaning as I looked at the moon. I brush through my tangled hair with my hand while walking outside near the river. Is anyone there? I internally thought as I scavenged the area to see if there were any witnesses. I double checked and took a deep breath. Opening my eyes I hold the water orb, feeling the calming air around me. “You're going to get caught if you keep doing that”. I yelped and dropped my water orb. I turn around immediately with widened eyes meeting Yue. “Oh Yue” I sigh in relief as she glared at me. “You could've gotten caught by the guards and gotten in more trouble then you already have”. I sigh in understanding but also in annoyance. This isn't the first time I have snuck out to try out waterbending. Some days I have been caught but some days I haven't. “I'm going back to bed” I sigh with my head down “Are you?” “Yes, I am” Yue giggled as she patted me on the back. “I believe you can use it one day Y/N, I really you” She whispered sweetly as I nodded. “Thank you”

Next ->

a/n: This is my first fic im starting and im getting brainrott from avatar :) im still learning how to write so if there is any suggestions please share. Im like half asleep while writing this authors note so I know it wont make any sense when I wake up lmao Also feel free to tell me if you want to be added in the taglist!

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[innocentsandsofdreams]

John Price x Reader Head Canons

Tags: soft Price, Price x Reader, reader is not gender specified, slight birth description, reader is higher rank than 141

Word Count: 826

Any ageless or minor blogs DNI

SFW

Honestly, how you and John got together was comical. Laswell had to call you in for help (against everyone's choice) and you came.

During the mission, you and Price was a squad and no one (not even the both of you) knew what happened

An explosion was set off and you and John were sent flying; you landed on each other and rolled down a hill and you eventually stopped. You're on top of Price laying on him, inches from his face. How movie cliche is that?

John remarks "You know, the least you could do is ask a man to dinner before laying on 'im"

"Well how about after this mission, you pick a restaurant and I'll pay", you say playfully.

John actually took you up on your offer -against everyone's groans of "cheap cliche".

Now 10 years later; having been married for five years, people start asking "Oh have you thought about starting a family?"

Well, both of you thought of it. Both of you didn't know how to bring it up. Finally, it came to a boiling point

On a date in a park, you and Price laid on a blanket in the grass

Just listening to the laughter of parents with their children, surrounding the both of you

Both of you blurt out, "Do you want to have kids with me?"

A moment passed and you both laugh. Elated both of you want the same thing.

Interested, John suggests you both go home and start trying

NSFW

He's an old school gentleman; walks you home and cooks you, dinner. Price just overall set the mood- what a standup guy™

Afterwards Price led you to the bedroom. He takes his time with you. After this, he tries to take his time, but it doesn't work out that way

Mans eats you out like a munch if you will. Live and die in between your legs like a three-course meal. Price swallow your juices like it was a desert oasis

John slowly fingers you, not wanting to stop eating you out yet

It takes you 2 orgasms and a lot of begging for him to come around and fuck you. finally

Putting multiple pillows under you; John puts your legs on his shoulders and starts driving his cock into you with a goal in mind

After relentlessly abusing your soppy hole, Price fills you with his cum and he is so horny happy just from the thought of it

Multiple trysts of deep fuckings and quickies, having been fucked one last morning before the sun came up; your efforts came to fruition

PREGNANCY

John has you go to a med bay and do at home pregnancy tests religiously until finally one of the at home tests came back positive. He was so thrilled, that to make sure, you guys got medically checked out and the tests do not lie my dearheart; you are with child

John supports you through everything with the pregnancy; the sickness, the fainting spells, the cravings, the emotions. He's just happy to be with you

All though he never judges (or at least tries not to) he really does side eye the ice cream and pickle juice

[inserts meme of the girl staring at the man's chest with big side eyes]

That being said, Price went through it all with you. For you

John loves you and his baby so much, if he could stop the world he would

Near the end of your pregnancy gets very distressed and never lets you do anything. He's on everything like a HAWK

Being so close to your due date, you thought the baby would be late; but no, you were so wrong

Your water broke a week early, in the early morning

It's 3AM and John thought you might have wet the bed. In all honesty you did too.

Then the contractions started and both of you realized it was the amniotic fluid

Price having over prepared the hospital bag, (since you guys were first expecting) took you to the closest hospital

You are screaming and squeezing the hell out of Price's hand (poor hand) as he's driving

Upon arrival John miraculously carried you inside and got you a room before even thinking of moving the car and grabbing the bag

After being situated John goes and grabs everything and then goes and park the car. Upon return, the man got everything you ever needed and more

Need to move around? Man is getting you up. Need ice chips? Already in hand

Eventually choosing the process of water birth, John got in with you, behind you of course so he can take care of you

Hours go by and finally the baby arrives in this world

Having you hold the baby for only a moment, John let the nurses take the baby and helps you out the tub

He helped you get dressed and helped with getting into bed before bringing the baby to you

Having held his baby, he can't help but crawl in bed with you and hold the baby between the two of you

(he's definitely not crying - lying)

Man is in for a treat ✨😌

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 1 Pt. 1 (Meet the Founder!)

When you play a challenge in The Sims 4 that ignites your imagination but is supposed to be fun (so why am I plotting generations like this is a real novel?!), you figure out how to use Tumblr to share it because you've officially put in too much effort for it to be a little word doc on your laptop and you actually can't get over how pretty this game is, even with the most basic graphics card on earth.

Gen 1 is a breeze compared to Gen 2, so enjoy the casual fun gameplay while it lasts... (And no, I'm not great at gameplay screenshots, thanks in advance for not caring! It gets better by Gen 2 but not incredible or anything.)

Generation One (Founder): Daisy Lea Darden Clumsy, Cheerful, Loves Outdoors Gardener (Botanist) Favourite Colours: yellow, white Favourite Drink: Apple Nectar Favourite Music: Cottagecore

Daisy Darden took some time after high school to decide what she wanted to do with her life. She ultimately chose to return to the home she lived in before her grandmother's death – a quaint village cottage at 5 Cobblebottom Street in Henford-on-Bagley. Raised by the old woman after her parents were killed in a car crash when she was a baby, Daisy was young when her grandmother died too, tossed into the foster system with nowhere to call home.

But the deed was still in the family name and Daisy was the only descendant. She hoped to find success as a gardener in one of the greenest towns in Simlandia, but more than anything she wanted to find the family she was robbed of as a little girl.

Despite everything she’d been through, she was optimistic and smiled when she thought about her future.

Not long after her arrival, she met Henford civil designer Neal Nesbitt, who made her feel things she'd never felt for a man before. He thought she was beautiful, and they loved spending time together outdoors, commiserating over Henford's often-rainy weather. Their connection was deep and immediate, and a daytrip to the city for a comedy festival let Neal see his cheerful girl in her element.

Already stressed by political red-tape at work, then the roof burst at his cottage north of town. During the repair, Daisy let him stay with her. Content to be alone after the shock death of his parents to a pandemic flu when he was just out of high school, Daisy made Neal feel at ease. He never wanted to leave, and he moved in for good before the repairs on his house were complete. That's when Daisy discovered his parents had been well off, leaving them more than enough to live comfortably as they began their life together. Daisy never cared about money, but she was grateful not to have to struggle after so many years of hardship.

To cope with her years in the foster system, Daisy had taken up meditation as a teen, guiding her mind to a place of calm despite the tumult in her life. It also helped her find literal balance, as she’d always been a bit clumsy. She stocked her kitchen with the cheapest dishes imaginable because she was always breaking them in the sink! When she wasn't tending to Henford's many beautiful green gardens, including her own, she was helping residents from Henford and beyond with guided meditation sessions in-person and online.

Neal and Daisy found themselves expecting after just a few months, but a blissful babymoon in Granite Falls convinced Neal he'd met the woman he wanted to spend his life with. He and Daisy were young but determined to make a good life for themselves and their child. They eloped in Oasis Springs on the way home, just months before the birth of their daughter, Heather. Even though she had to be induced and it went against Daisy's hopes for a natural home birth, that Heather was healthy was all that mattered.

Dog-lover Neal brought home a rescue, but even with the chaos of new parenthood, the smart, friendly sheepdog named Ralph fit with their little family perfectly.

How would a baby change life in Henford for lovebirds Daisy and Neal? ->

WCIF Neal Nesbitt + 5 Cobblebottom Street lot in the gallery.

[ostensiblynone]

Bonehead and Noel photo by Cathal Dawson

Originally published in Hot Press in [July] 1995:

As one of Britpop’s most staunch loyalists, you’d expect that he’d be getting his kit on for Blighty, but in a shock confession that’ll ruin his chances of making the New Year’s Honours List, Noel Gallagher admits that he’s really a bit of a boy in green. And with Oasis’ (What's The Story) Morning Glory album ready to send cash-registers into overdrive, Stuart Clark also gets the inside poop on the two Pauls, McCartney and Weller, and the, er, joys of executive por­taloos.

It’s a room with one of those floors that you could quite happily eat your dinner off. That’s if it wasn’t a toilet. Not just any toilet, you understand, but a state-of-the-art executive portaloo with brass fittings and an instant flush action that would put Niagara Falls to shame.

A legitimate question at this point would be what am I doing hanging round the Gents backstage at Slane? Firstly, as a member of the ticket-buying public, I think it’s your right to know that while you were directing your absolutions into the lavatorial equivalent of the Black Hole of Calcutta, Stipey and Co. were pointing Percy at pristine porcelain and breathing in the sweet perfume of potpourri. And then, perhaps more tellingly, there’s the fact that I’ve 15 minutes to nail down the mother of all cover stories and have been warned by no fewer than three record employees that a wrong word could result in Noel Gallagher embracing me with one of his celebrated Burnage kisses.

Still, as the wise man in casualty once said, attack is often the best form of defence. So, Mister-high-and-mighty-Oasis-guitarist, what’s this I hear about you turning turncoat and offering to pen the Irish footie anthem for Euro ‘96?

“Well, there was thing in the NME about us and Blur supposedly doing the English one and it was like ‘over my fucking dead body!’” responds Gallagher in a manner that’s bladder-reassuringly jocular.

“Ay, well, I’m in chill-out mode,” he admits with a strangely dilated look in his eyes. “Sir Bert Millichip probably asked the office junior at the F.A. who the happening bands were at the moment and thought, ‘right, that’s another few quid in the coffers’. Manchester City wanted me to write their new theme tune but even though I’m a fan, I’m not going to sweat blood over a song unless it’s for myself. I’m a selfish bugger and, anyway, what I am going to get to rhyme with City?”

There is a word that double-somersaults to mind but I think we’ve had quite enough latrine-based humour for one article. This doesn’t explain, though, why Britpop’s most fervent loyalist is willing to sell his soul to the devil – well, Jack Charlton – and offer up a rallying cry to the Boys In Green. And before you ask, yes, an accident of birth means I’m a member of Terry Venables’ Red, White & Blue Barmy Army.

“It’s pretty complicated this,” he continues with a smile that’s best described as pharmaceutical. “I was born in England and part of me is definitely English – but my parents are Irish and as a kid I went to Catholic primary and secondary schools with all the influences and pressures on me that that suggests. I wasn’t college material, so I went straight onto the building-sites and half the people alongside me were middle-aged fellows from Cork and Dublin. And because I wasn’t spoon-fed this ‘we had an Empire and won two World Wars’ bullshit, I was able to see the part of the British character that’s ugly and domineering. Getting back to football, Ireland could have gone 6-0 down at Wembley and their fans’ reaction would’ve been, ‘ah, fuck it, we’ll have a drink’, but our lot had to riot because they have this ludicrously misplaced sense of patriotism.

“There’s also the small matter of the England team being shite at the moment. They only beat Japan 2-1 and afterwards you had Jimmy Hill saying, ‘you have to realise they’re not the soft touch they used to be.’ Bollocks. We were crap and the thing that pisses me off is that we won’t, as a nation, admit our faults.”

A journalist of this parish once reflected that Oasis are the greatest Irish band ever, after The Smiths. I’m sure that won’t go down too well with the folks at Comhaltas Ceolteorí Eireann but considering that drummer Alan White is the only member of Manchester’s finest who doesn’t qualify under the grandparent rule, the assertion isn’t quite as ludicrous as it first appears.

“We were just saying on the way down in the helicopter – oops, a bit of rock star parlance creeping in there – that Slane is as much a ‘home’ gig for us as playing London or Birmingham. Guigsy and Bonehead’s folks both come from the North, so you ought to ask them how they feel.”

This is indeed what we do when we rub into the twosome later on at, surprise surprise, the bar. Despite a reputation for being more volatile than Eric Cantona, Hurricane Higgins and Mount Etna combined, Oasis at Lord Henry’s gaff are the personification of measured reason – even stopping three songs in to engage in a spot of impromptu crowd-stewarding.

“I was petrified it was going to deteriorate into another Hillsborough,” Noel admits. “This massive hole in the crowd just appeared with people falling in and getting trampled on as it filled up. I saw four or five bodies pulled out that didn’t appear to be breathing but from what security tell me, most of them came to on the other side of the barrier demanding to be let back for the rest of the set!

“As for being nervous, the only gig I flapped at was Glastonbury and that lasted about 15 seconds. My main concern before going on stage is, ‘what frame of mind is Our Kid going to be in?’ Will he get pissed off and walk which, believe me, he’s perfectly capable of doing. He was annoyed today when some cunt threw a rock at him but after threatening to kick their heads in, he got on with it. The fucker responsible was lucky because if we hadn’t been having such a good time, we’d have jumped in and put him in intensive care. We’re not the psychopaths we’re made out to be but you don’t take shit, do you?"

Not unless you’re the person who’s employed to carry away the portaloos. Having dismissed the notion of Oasis as Jeffrey Dahmer-with-guitars, what about the Amazonian rain forest of paper that’s been devoted to accusations of excessive ego?

“It might seem that we’re a bunch of ramshackle pissed-up drug addicts but we’re actually pretty organised and when things get done, they get done well. Definitely Maybe was a classic and the next one is even better played, better recorded and better produced. Some people are going to read that and go, ‘egotistical bastard’, but I reckon it demonstrates a confidence in our ability that’s 100% healthy.

“Bands have no right releasing records unless they, hand on heart, believe that they’re better than anything in the charts. or come to think of it, anything that’s come before. I felt passionate about the Pistols and The Jam and The Smiths but I realise they weren’t Gods, they were normal blokes who happened to be highly talented musicians. The Beatles are the same. If by some miracle I met John Lennon, I’m sure he’d be no different to me. Some chancer on the piss who managed to string a few chords together and sell a lot of records.”

So, there you are kids, untold riches and a limitless supply of showbiz sherbet awaits anyone prepared to invest twenty quid in guitar lessons. Whilst sharing a pint of Boddington’s with John Lennon seems just a little bit more unlikely than Ian Paisley performing Turandot at La Scala, Noel has managed to breathe the same air as another of his Fab Four heroes, Paul McCartney.

“It’s bizarre how I got to meet him but to cut a long story short, his daughter Stella is a fashion designer and her personal assistant knows my girlfriend. Through this, we got an invite to one of her end-of-show parties which just happened to be in the St. John’s Wood house where Macca did most of his writing with John. We get there, manage to somehow avoid being savaged by the McCartney’s 20-stone Rottweiler and who should answer the door only the man himself.

“I told him my name and after pausing a few seconds, he goes, ‘are you that band Oasis?' Linda gave me a bit of stick for having a suede jacket on but otherwise they were dead cool. He told me he likes ‘Slide Away’ and our version of ‘I Am A Walrus’ and when we played it at Glastonbury, Stella phoned him from the stage on her mobile and said, ‘listen Dad, they’re playing your song.’”

The danger inherent in encountering your idols is that you tend to blurt out things that even from the mouth of a mentally-subnormal orangutan would sound positively inane. I speak from personal experience having once greeted Stephen Tyler with the immortal words, “I’ve been a fan of yours since I was a baby, well, since I was 10.”

“There were all these questions I wanted to ask that I knew he’d answered a million times before, so I settled for, ‘Do you watch Brookside?’ You’ll be fascinated to hear that, yes, he does and he’s also a big Coronation Street fan. What I really wanted to know was, ‘what was going through your mind when you wrote ‘Yesterday’?’ but I didn’t have the bottle.”

Bearing in mind that McCartney enlisted Youth’s help last year to produce a very passable ambient album, what would Gallagher’s reaction be if Britain’s most famous thumbs-aloft merchant invited him over for a jam?

“Thank you, God,” he says with his grin reaching dizzying new heights of chemically-inspired silliness. “There’s no way you could pass up on an opportunity like that, though I’d be frightened of what’d happen if it was any good. I mean, if there were two tunes that were worth releasing, can you imagine the fucking battle there’d be between our company and his? Then I’d have to square it with the lads to see if they minded and, well, there are as many potential pitfalls as there are benefits.

“It’ll be interesting to hear what Paul, George and Ringo have done with that demo of John’s because that’s what I’d like to do – take a real ‘60’s Beatley tune and drag it into the ‘90s. If it’s crap and they’ve made a bollocks of it, I’ll be the first to say so but even though some of their solo stuff has been right dodgy, I still reckon they know what’s what.”

Beatles to reform stories are so tired they make Rip Van Winkle seem hyperactive by comparison but according to some pretty heavyweight rumours, there’s a chance that the Terrif Three’s studio reunion may be followed by a smattering of live gigs.

“Two of the ‘replacements’ I’ve heard mentioned are Phil Collins and Elvis Costello and if that’s the case, they can fuck right off. The only person who could conceivably do it is Julian Lennon and, even then, it won’t be the same. It’s like, The Rolling Stones stopped being The Rolling Stones when Brian Jones left. They got away with it because Ronnie Wood has that real Stonesy attitude but this new bass player’s the sort of geezer you expect to see driving round in a poncey Japanese jeep. Having said that, if Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr ever appear together, I’ll make sure to blag a ticket.”

While it took Manc neighbours the Stone Roses a Fleetwood Mac-esque five years to record theirs, Oasis’ second album was cranked out in a fortnight with a good few of the guitar and vocal tracks laid down in one take. Ranging from the nihilistic guitar thrash of ‘Hello’ to the psychedelic bubblegum of ‘She’s Electric’, Morning Glory ram-raids its way through 30 years of Britpop finery with nobody, not even Blur, standing an earthly of pulling them over.

“I look at the Roses and think, ‘fuck me, how did a top band like that manage to disappear up their own arses?’ Second Coming would’ve been an alright album if it'd come out a year after the first one but the build-up from the press and sense of expectation from the fans was so over the top that it was automatically going to be a disappointment.

“Maybe it does exist,” Noel proffers, “but I’ve certainly never experienced ‘difficult second album syndrome’. I’m happy that Morning Glory’s the best record we could possibly have made and if people disagree with that, fair enough, they’re entitled to their opinion. Even if it’s wrong. The only time I feel pressured is when someone comes up, recites the lyrics from ‘Live Forever’ and says, ‘that song prevented me from committing suicide’. I mean, I’m delighted it gave you the strength to carry on but it’s a heavy responsibility, particularly when they’re total strangers.”

Hot Press can also exclusively reveal – unless he’s blurted it out since to someone else – that Noel's done a Bruce ‘n’ Tarby and brought in Paul Weller to supply a few extra riffs.

“Yeah, we were strolling along the 17th fair­way when I stopped, gave him a big hug and asked whether he’d be a luvvie and come in and play on our album. Nah, what happened is that me and Paul have become really good mates, he heard some of the rough mixes and went, ‘I wouldn’t mind a bit of that’. Naturally, I was happy to oblige.

“It was another case of meeting someone who I idolised and realising that he’s just a bloke from Woking who likes his beer and writes damn fine tunes. I’ll sit in the room and say, ‘why are you such a miserable cunt all the time?’, which I know he prefers to endless questions about The Jam and the fucking Style Council. Actually, I did have a word with him about all that crap instrumental stuff he did during his Cappuccino Kid-phase, but when you consider he’s been going 20 years and Stanley Road’s the best album he’s done yet, I think you can forgive him for the occasional dip.”

Personally, I reckon anyone who adopts cycling shorts as a fashion statement deserves to be suspended head-first into a vat of Bernard Manning’s sweat, but at least Weller’s lycra-clad shame came after he’d knocked The Jam on the head.

“That’s the way to do it,” his chum enthuses. “I don’t ever want Oasis to become shit and if I thought that album number three wasn’t going to be as good as album number two, I’d quit the band and tell the others I’ll break their legs if they carry on without me. Paul’d get millions for reforming The Jam but he won’t ever do it because he’s got too much integrity.

“Actually, I’m thinking of getting a contract drawn up which says, ‘If we ever split and get and back together, I hereby give legal permission to anybody who wants to kick my fucking head in’. They should make that standard when you sign a record deal because there’s nobody, absolutely nobody, who’s better the second time around.”

Loathe as we are to trigger off a Fatwah, I feel it’s our journalistic duty to inform fans that at least part of the reason Take That are now Robbie Williams-less, is that he spent a goodly part of Glasto consorting with Oasis and their rider.

“Don’t blame us,” he pleads, mindful of the teeny retribution which may await him. “Judging by the amount of champagne that was going down his throat, I don’t think he needs us to teach him any bad habits but he’s a nice bloke who wasn’t happy with his life and decided to change it. There aren’t many 21-year-olds who’d turn their back on a guaranteed fortune, so fair dues to him.

“I happen to think that Take That are actually quite a decent pop band. They’ve started writing their own songs, they’re fucking amazing on stage and they’ve had a damn site more top 10 hits than ourselves and Blur. Rock ‘n’ roll has always been about fans wanting to shag stars – the difference between us and Take That is that the girls who want to do naughties with them haven’t been through puberty yet. The Beatles were the Take That of their generation, so don’t knock ‘em.”

Could we please knock Boyzone instead then, please?

“Yeah, well they’re pretty crap but give ‘em a year or so and, who knows, they might come up with a classic tune.”

Those who at this juncture are considering holding their breath in anticipation are warned that depriving themselves of oxygen for the rest of their lives could be detrimental to their health...

For all the talk of his pugilistic tendencies, an hour in Noel Gallagher’s company is enough to convince me that he’s not quite the hair-trigger pariah of tabloid lore.

“Being a rock star doesn’t give you licence to behave like a cunt, though I’m sure there are people in this industry who think I’m a complete wanker because I speak my mind. Perhaps I am a cunt but at least I’m a positive one. The whinging fuckers who go on about how they’ve had too much or too little success should either shut their faces or get themselves a job in Tesco’s. How can you not be positive about being paid to play music?

“It’s like the Kurt Cobain thing,” he volunteers. “I respected him as a musician but to blow your head off because you don’t want to be in a band no more makes fuck-all sense. If it’s torturing you that much, quit. Personally, I think he was encouraged by certain people around him to act out that ‘live fast die young’ mythology which seems romantic but is actually the ultimate cop-out.”

What about Oasis’ own well documented appetite for destruction?

“Like tonight, I usually have a little something when I come off stage to help me wind down but we’re not tapping veins every five minutes. People who take smack are losers and we’re in this to fucking win.

“Anyway, I’m off to the bog!”

Funny, isn’t it readers, how life always seems to turn full circle?

Oasis play Croke Park in Dublin on August 16 & 17, 2025, as part of their Live '25 reunion tour.

—Hot Press interview at Slane Festival July 22nd 1995

[thesimmermo]

SEASON 1 EPISODE 12 Here's Come Baby Dreamer 🤍

Morgan returns to Oasis Springs and begins nesting. She's decorated the nursery, went to dozens of Llamaze classes, and brought so much baby clothes that Dirk had to take away her card.

Dirk has been so close to her. He can't seem to rest unless he can physically see her. He's been doing a lot of work at home and trying to make sure that when the time comes, he is ready to help.

Morgan spends as much time in the sun as she can trying to distract herself from the upcoming birth of her child on the way.

Each time she looks up, Dirk is there to help her.

Morgan wakes up in the middle of the night and screams as pain shoots through her body. Dirk hears her from downstairs and rushed up to find her grimacing.

Dirk: Are you okay? What happened? Morgan: I think... *clinches teeth* I think my water broke.

Dirk: Oh shit! Breathe baby. Breathe. Morgan: *clinching teeth* It hurts so bad. I'm trying. Dirk: You've prepped for this. I'll grab the diaper bag and go crank up the car. Give me 2 minutes.

Dirk breaks out in a panicked sprint through the house gathering the hospital bag. He cranks up her car and then rushed back upstairs.

Dirk: I got you baby, come on.

Morgan leans forward and let's out another loud scream.

Morgan: I can't do it. I can't do it. Dirk: You can and you will. Breathe baby. I got you.

Dirk cradles her and lifts her.

She presses her face into his shoulder and cries. Dirk can feel sadness settling in.

Morgan: It hurts so bad.

Morgan whimpers out the words between sobs as Dirk holds her and lifts her.

Dirk: I got you. I got you.

Morgan grimaces as he pulls her up. Dirk puts his hands around her waist to support her.

Morgan: Okay, let's... go.

Dirk walks closely beside her as they rush to Oasis Springs Memorial Hospital. Security is already on high alert for their arrival. They have every entrance to the hospital blocked off and they aren't allowing anyone inside of the facility.

Morgan: Don't let me go. Dirk: I'm not baby. I got you. Morgan: That feels so good. Dirk: You'll feel even better when you get that epidural.

Time passes by and Dirk is doing anything that he can to distract Morgan from the pain that she is in. He holds her, walks with her, rubs her back, and even her feet. He wants her as comfortable as possible. As the contractions grow closer, the more panicked Morgan is.

Soon the doctor arrives and it is time.

Morgan is nearly screaming at the top of her lungs. She is clawing her nails into Dirk's palm as everyone in the room tries to calm her down.

Dirk: Damnit, we're cutting these as soon as we get home. Morgan: I'm gonna pass out. Doctor: Mrs. Dreamer, you have to push!

Morgan: PUSH?! I can barely breathe! I can't PUSH! Dirk: Morgs! PUSH! Morgan: YOU PUSH!

Doctor: His head is right there. Mrs. Dreamer you have to push!

Morgan grips the railing and screams louder than ever.

Morgan: DIRK DREAMER JUST KILL ME! Dirk: *smiles* I see you're still dramatic. Morgan: *growls*

Morgan looks down and sees the baby's head.

Morgan: I'm going to be sick. Dirk: You aren't the only one. Doctor: Mrs.Dreamer, I need one more good push. Give it all you've got. Morgan: What if I don't have anything else to give?

Doctor: PUSH! Dirk: PUSH!

Morgan leans forward and screams. Dirk leans in closer. The sound of a crying baby fills their ears.

Doctor: Mr. and Mrs. Dreamer, here's your healthy baby boy. Morgan: Oh my god. Dirk: He is beautiful.

Dirk: You did it Morg. Morgan: *cries*

Morgan: We're parents. Dirk: We are. Doctor: Mr. and Mrs. Dreamer have you guys thought of a name.

Dirk glances at Morgan. They hadn't really discussed any names for him. There weren't any names that they truly agreed upon.

Dirk: I- Morgan: I have the most perfect name. Nurse: I'm ready when you are. Dirk: What name? Morgan: After his dad.

Dirk wipes away a tear and his heart melts.

Morgan: Dirk Dreamer Jr. Nurse: Perfect. Dirk: *smiles* Are you serious? Morgan: I couldn't think of any better name to give your first born son. Dirk: *smiles*

Dreamer Party of 3 🤍

[willowve01]

Viara:

Species: Ezarian x Cerulean

Age: N/A

Height: 5’9

Abilities:

Anti-Gravity: Enhances Via’s strength and agility in battle, also causing objects touched by Viara to levitate or defy gravity completely. Anti-Gravity can also affect Viara; leap large distances, enhance speed and stamina and allow her to fly or levitate on command.

*Ends up causing her to age slower than normal people (astronaut rules >:).)

Withdraws:

Weight Limitations: she is unable to move rubble or debris if the weight limit exceeds three tons.

Nausea: If she were to push herself, it could cause Viara to become nauseated and lose focus.

Energy Field: Viara can mentally generate a green-tinged force field, which she uses for a variety of effects. Most commonly, Viara generates impenetrable energy bubbles around herself or other targets. Her shields are incredibly durable, and can be used to deflect heavy oncoming artillery.

Withdraws:

Blunt Force: While exceedingly sturdy, if very heavy blunt force is applied to the force field, it can be cracked and/or crushed and she can be badly hurt and even fall unconscious.

Corrosive substances: Liquids such as lava, acid, etc.

Background Check:

Planet: Thalassa

Before the abduction, Viara was the second eldest of five. Becoming a second mother to her sibling after the birth of the youngest and passing of their father; left ill by an infected wound.

While her older brother worked around the tribes’ village, Via stayed at home with the rest of her family. Watching over her younger siblings, often having the youngest strapped to her back while she helped around the house or gathered fresh water for everyone.

It was at nightfall the abduction had taken place. Loud crashes and the quaking ground startling everyone awake. In the chaos of panic and destruction, Via had lost track of all but one of her family; the youngest she had clutched to her chest as she ran.

All she remembers is running before a misfired blast launched her forward into the sharp grains of cold sand. Then it went dark, her final moments she spent staring down at the child she curled around to protect, hugging their limp body closer as the world fell silent.

Markings:

The various markings/stripes and spots differ between each individual—though vaguely similar, no one has the exact same markings. Each individual is born with their own unique pattern; a mix of both parents.

Due to Thalassa being an aquatic/beach planet with lack of tree coverage—with the exception of small tropical forests and oasis spots deeper in land— their markings were designed to help regulate body temperature in warm, sunny climates. They actually help prevent sun burns!

Quick fact: Last names weren’t very common of Thalassa— so Via either made hers up or it was given to her later.

[steelfyre]

࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         melisa asli pamuk,  33,  cis woman,  she / her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  alara  of  house  dayne,  the  heiress of starfall.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  fierce  and  vindictive  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  archery.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  the  light  of  the  full  moon  illuminating  an  oasis  where  huntress  waits  with  a  silver  bow  held  in  steady  hands  ,  its  arrow  ready  to  strike  ;  a  change  in  the  winds  carrying  the  promise  of  divine  reckoning.  she  does  not  tremble  but  smiles  ;  galloping  across  the  desert  on  a  white  stallion  ,  you  were  never  made  for  ivory  towers  and  needed  no  knight  to  save  you  ;  a  beauty  more  wild  than  serene  ,  more  sharp  than  gentle  -  something  mythical  lingered  within  mortal  flesh  ,  waiting  ,  raging.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  thoughts  have  lingered  close  to  treasonous  of  late.

basic information.

official name: alara dayne. nickname: none. noble title: heiress of starfall , lady of starfall. date of birth: march 24. age: thirty-three. birthplace: starfall , dorne. home: starfall. nationality: westerosi. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she / her. orientation: bisexual , biromantic. monikers: starmaiden , lady starfire / starfyre , the star of dorne. languages: the common tongue , fluent. familiar with some essosi dialects. accent: a traditionally dornish accent spoken in a steady , confident tone infused with the sun's warmth.

physical information.

faceclaim: melisa asli pamuk. ethnicity: rhoynar. hair: brown with soft gold highlights. eyes: golden brown. height: five feet , ten inches. build: taller than most women of westeros with a hunter's build, lean, not bulky, muscles visible, particularly in her arms, but not detracting from the lady's elegance. dominant hand: ambidextrous. allergies: none. scars: none. distinguishing features: her height and the birthmark above her lips. clothing style: traditional dornish style regardless of where she currently resides. favors loose and light dresses in warm shades on normal days but oft chooses more revealing outfits when attending events. can also be spotted in pants and shirts when training, horseback riding, or hunting. the jewelry she wears is not excessive, normally limited to a necklace and bracelets. she also has a pair of favorite hairpins that double at daggers in case danger unexpectedly arises.

personality.

positive: fierce ,  resilient ,  dauntless , charming ,  protective , forthright. negative: vindictive ,  prideful ,  headstrong , mistrustful , obstinate , temperamental. label: the huntress , the tempest. mbti: entj - the commander. enneagram: 8w7 , the maverick. element: fire. star sign: aries. temperament: choleric. moral alignment: chaotic good. deadly sin: pride , wrath. heavenly virtue : diligence. godly parent: artemis.

drives.

hobbies: archery , horseback riding , hunting , stargazing. religion: very loosely follows the faith of the seven. alliance: house dayne , dorne. personal goals: to protect her son, particularly from the targaryens and anyone who might try using him as a pawn, and free dorne from the targaryen reign. would they choose family or power?: family.

family ties.

father: ruling lord alvar dayne. relationship: tba. mother: ruling lady thalina dayne. relationship: tba. sibling: lord/lady/liege utp dayne. relationship: tba. sister: lady laina dayne. relationship: tba. son: davios sand.

history.

the darling heiress was never the image of the perfect lady, headstrong and adventurous from a young age, but those of starfall never minded. her parents encouraged her to pursue her interests, teaching her how to ride horses the same time she learned to walk and gifting her a bow and arrow when alara gravitated toward that skill. the responsibilities of heir wasn't nonexistent - she was still expected to attend more traditional lessons, but a balance between freedom and expectations was found. a relief for the lady alara's temper was also observed from a young age after a particularly loud squabble with the septa, who was then quickly replaced, trying to instruct her.

lady thalina adored her daughter, and alara admired her mother in turn. in her youth, wherever the ruling lady went, the heiress often followed. her mother's shadow. her mother's apprentice. though alara wasn't a silent shadow; there were many times that she would voice her opinion during meetings or if she felt her mother was being disrespected, wouldn't hesitate to say so. as alara grew older and was able to travel more, her presence at her mother's side decreased but all it would take was a raven to call the heiress back home, which her mother occasionally did when she wished for her daughter's assistance or perspective and letters wouldn't do.

while she loved starfall, alara felt the pull to see the world beyond. first it was dorne that she explored from the red mountains in the west until she reached sunspear on the eastern coast. but the world stretched beyond her beloved desert so alara continued on, venturing north into westeros. her travels were splintered across the years. she could never be away from home for too long and did not wish to be either.

places where the dragons frequented were often avoided whenever possible. living under targaryen rule had forever been distasteful, and she hoped that within her lifetime, dorne would be free of their beastly overlords. however, a chance encounter with the crown prince and a night shared left alara pregnant. alara did not expect marriage ( could think of no worse fate ) but she hadn't expected that the prince would refuse to acknowledge his son's existence. rage, empowered by motherhood, burned hotter. she remained in dorne since learning she was pregnant, which caused some whispers as she'd become a commonly seen figure in society, and after giving birth to her son, a boy with lilac eyes but, thankfully, medium brown hair. her appearance at the royal wedding was the first time she attended court since she fell pregnant. and whispers now spread like wildfire.

important: while muses can, and likely do, suspect that davios is the prince of dragonstone's son, the only muses who know of his parentage for certain are the dayne family ( and possibly some royal targaryens / council members if they're in the know ) as alara has kept it a secret from everyone else.

headcanons

an excellent horsewoman. alara has pretty much taken over the stables at starfall where she raises her horses. she often goes riding at least once and can grow very restless when her duties or court prevent her from venturing outside a keep's walls. her prized horse is a white mare named dune.

while she does know how to fight with a sword, she does greatly prefer a bow and arrow. she's an extremely skilled archer, both in a fight and when hunting, and can maintain her accuracy when shooting from horseback.

always carries at least one dagger with her, normally strapped to her thigh and hidden from sight.

so, so prideful. she will not forget a slight and is very hesitant to forgive. forgive and forget? no, resent and remember.

is capable of adapting to court and being extremely charming when she wants to be. but her patience for courtly etiquette is limited, though it has grown as she has gotten older. holding her tongue is difficult but she knows she must do it for her family's and dorne's sake. however, she has had a few incidents over the years where a noble has pushed her past her limits and she has snapped at them.

well known for her beauty, which has resulted in her having a handful of flings over the years.

she's still very close to her mother and will go to her when she needs advice. they often discuss matters together, ruling starfall as a team in preparation for the day that alara will be ruling lady.

alara has no desire to put her son on the throne. in fact, she doesn't want the targaryens anywhere near her son. had they actually acknowledged davios when he was born, she might feel differently but now she is steadfast in keeping them away from davios. he is only a dayne in her eyes and once dorne gains there independence, she would want to legitimize him as a dayne.

that being said, alara does believe her son has every right to a dragon egg and does want to see him have a dragon of his own - one that would protect dorne.

wanted connections.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.141 Gold nuggets

I called Dad as soon as I got up, hoping to catch him before eating breakfast to invite him to eat with me. He sounded surprised at the early invitation but accepted, naturally. We went to the steakhouse in Oasis Springs because they had a killer brunch menu. Once seated, Dad asked about Sophia, and I told him she was back at full capacity, which was why I was comfortable leaving her for a few hours. That wasn't what he meant, though. He said I needed to keep an eye on her because many women fell into a depression after giving birth. No one really knew why it happened, but apparently it was very common. He thought Sophia seemed withdrawn at my birthday party and didn't interact with the baby much. Though I knew he only expressed concern out of his love for her, I felt my defenses and anger rising because it felt like he accused me of not taking care of my wife when that was all I had done since she was pregnant. I told him I took it upon myself to care for Desiree while Sophia recovered, and that's why she didn't have the baby much. And as far as being withdrawn, she was just very introverted and often preferred to observe. He understood, being an introvert himself, but just wanted to bring it up so I was aware, especially because she's really good at hiding what's going on inside.

I refused to believe the possibility of her being depressed. I knew all her facial expressions, body language, and tones of voice. We were always honest with each other, especially about big stuff like that. She'd tell me if she felt off. Even though I knew in my gut she was fine, just the possibility of him being right made me feel sick, and I didn't want to talk about it anymore and switched gears to raving about Less and the babies. I told him about how good she was with them, and how she did actual chores now. That part shocked him, and he halfway believed me.

"In all seriousness, though," he began, "I knew she had it in her."

"Me too, but how did you know?"

"She might be spoiled, but she's not a princess."

I snorted.

"She's not," he continued. "She behaves the way she does because we all allowed it. But what did she do when she went to Mt. Komorebi? She found a place to live when she got tired of living with that family and got a job. She did what she needed to do to make things happen."

"Yeah...I guess you're right."

"I know why you invited me here," he said.

I'm sure my eyes were as large as saucers because that caught me ALL the way off guard. What kind of segue was that?

"I just wanted to spend time with you, Dad."

"You're gonna be okay, you know. You're a good man, and you have a good woman by your side. As long as you keep communicating like you do, everything will be just fine. You'll miss us, but you don't need us."

"That's not true. I'll always need you. I want all that parenting advice you promised me."

I sounded like a whiny little kid. Obviously, I knew my parents wouldn't be around forever, but it's one thing to know it and another to actually experience it. I wished I could go back to the time when I teased them for trying to hide their age.

"Parenting is a journey, son. It never ends. Every time you think you have it figured out, your oldest goes through something new and you're back to square one again. Don't complicate things by trying to be the best parent in the world. Be the best parent for your children. Get to know them and treat them as individuals because if you treat them all the same, someone's going to feel misunderstood. Just be the parent you would have wanted. We weren't perfect. Be better than us. You already got a head-start by being with the right person for the right reasons."

All of that was gold, and I appreciated it, but that last bit stirred up all those questions I wanted to ask Mama. Although they weren't meant for him, I still wanted to know something.

"Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"Do you still think Mama was the right sim for you?"

He sighed and stared at the table for a while.

"I do."

"Seriously?"

"You don't?"

"No, it's not that. I just thought that maybe after all this time... I don't know. Maybe you had some new revelation or something."

He was so insightful, and I wanted to know everything that went on in his head. I wanted to listen to him talk until my brain could hold no more words.

"You're right. I have had a long time to consider this, and that's how I know it's true. She was the right woman for me, but we didn't get married for the right reasons."

"Both of you?"

"I told you, I'm not perfect. Your mom told you why she wanted to get married?"

"Yeah. She wanted to have children."

"Right. I got married to appease her."

"Wait...what?"

If he was about to tell me one more bad thing about them, I swear... Good thing I got over all that insecurity because it never ended with these two.

"That night, I was telling her about an article I read about conservation, and she came from left field, suggesting we go to Sulani and elope the next day. It was so random, and I thought she had lost her mind. I knew she was my soulmate, but I wasn't thinking about getting married yet."

"Seriously, I mean, who would?"

He chuckled.

"Your mother, that's who. I tried to talk some sense into her, but you know her. She has an answer for everything. But there came a moment when she realized how crazy this plan sounded and she backtracked. She took it all back, and she was so embarrassed. She started crying and beating herself up, and I hated seeing her like that. I had to do it."

"Wow. You married her to make her feel better."

"Basically. Remember what I said about women using their emotions to get what they want?"

"You think she played you?"

"No. I don't. She was really bothered and very serious about waiting. Your mother... I would have done anything for her. Yeah, she was a spoiled brat, but she was so sweet and had a way of making you want to give her the world. I didn't have much, but I could give her what she wanted. I spent the rest of the night trying to make her believe I wanted to do it and that she wasn't crazy."

"But you loved her, right?"

"Yeah, I did... I do. She wasn't trying to dupe me, but sometimes I couldn't help but think, if only I could have been stronger that night, maybe we'd still be married. But the fact is, we still could have divorced. Maybe over the same thing, maybe something else. Or maybe we wouldn't have gotten married at all. I spent a long time thinking it was my fault when the fact is no one knows what's going to happen in the future. Happily ever after isn't a guarantee, so don't get comfortable, Luca. Marriage is hard work."

He said so many things. The little boy inside me was satisfied just being in his company, but the man I aspired to be wished I had taken notes or something. How could I remember all those gold nuggets? Amid everything he said, one thing stood out. It fascinated me to hear that even though Mama was wrong for what she did, he recognized the mistakes made on both sides. It got me thinking. Could we ever truly cast 100% of the blame on one sim? I had been thinking about Jace and Alessia a lot lately. I was still angry with him, but I didn't want to be, really. He did my sister dirty, and I would probably never forgive him. But if I ever got to a point where I could pause my anger and put away my bias, maybe I could see the mistakes Less made. After all, I only knew what she told me. But that was an assignment for another day. Heh, maybe even another year. Probably a decade.

To be continued...

[quillclan-gen]

For hypokits, how about Silkfreckle and Sleekthorn (SilkSleek has a nice ring to it :) ) otherwise/additionally, what about Acacia’s possible parent(s)?

Flickerkit is named after the bird and how if you take your eyes off her for a second, she's just gone. She'd have both her moms constantly on their toes since she goes after the slightest thing that grab her attention. Sleek and Silk are glad that at least Flaxkit, their largest, is content with sitting in the nursery and listening to stories. He's the responsible one that tries to reel in his sisters from upsetting their moms. Meanwhile Falconkit refuses to let eyes off of her, feeling a sense of entitlement to attention being the daughter of the deputy and (arguably) strongest warrior.

I see your SilkSleek and raise you SleekSilk :> If only Sleekthorn had any amalgam of rizz to make a move. Girl, look around, it's not like you have any competition.

As for Acacia's parents, I like the idea of him being related to Sleekthorn so here's her younger sister Briar and her ex-mate Wisp. I hope to expand on Sleekthorn's family later but in short, Briar had a crush on the local heartthrob Wisp, despite being warned he's flakey.

The two of them were dating by the time the cats fled to the Oasis. Briar's parents staunchly refused the "charity" of being part of a Clan. Without Sleekthorn, things quickly fell apart for the family, struck with illness and hunger and Wisp was gone not long after Briar gave birth. When Acacia was her only kit left, she dropped him off in QuillClan's border, unable to face her sister.

Acacia doesn't remember much of his family, just that they didn't play with him like how the Clan did. He doesn't mind that as far as he knows, he doesn't have blood relatives here. Siltdew and Almondfox are like cool older siblings to him anyway.

[fundielicious-simblr]

Narrator: Claire also loves a good family round up, with the year she's had she must tell everyone all about it. The lady has finally married off her on-the-shelf daughter AND has 5 grandbabies about to join the family in the coming new year - the world must know.

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Hi all, Claire here!

This past year has been full of examples of the Lord’s everlasting goodness, and we are so undeserving but nevertheless grateful! The Lord has seen it fit to bless us in so many ways! If I sit here and start writing them down this might be hundreds of pages long, so I’m going to tell you about a few.

This year has been filled with homeschooling, homemaking, and music - lots and lots of music. Conner and Jarrett graduate high school this spring, bringing an end to 27 years of homeschooling for me. How time has flown! They’ve grown into such wonderful young men and it makes this mama’s heart proud to see the men they’re going to continue to grow into! 27 years ago little Carter was my only student, with the rest of the kids following suit as they grew. At it’s peak I had 8/10 kids actively being taught, that season of life was organised chaos, but leaning on the Lord brought us all out the other side to praise him for his goodness.

This year has also been full of babies! This summer Kristyn gave birth to her second child, a boy she and Gregory named Wyatt. Wyatt joins older sister Kayla (2) and the happy parents at their home in Oasis Springs where they all joyfully serve the Lord as a family.

On the heels of her sister’s birth announcement, Sabrina and Tucker announced to to us that they’re expecting another blessing next spring! This baby shall join older brother Campbell (1) and is already so loved!

Almost a few weeks after the above announcement, Alan and his wife Tessa announced that they’re expecting and that its twins! These babies will be joining the family in the spring, soon after their cousin.

Not to be outdone by his siblings, Jarrod and Madison also announced that they’re expecting twins! I could’ve fainted right then and there! This makes 5 new grandbabies on the way in the new year!

The Lord has blessed the music ministry at Newcrest Baptist, we’ve had the pleasure to host music camps yearly where we’ve helped many to learn how to use music to praise the Lord. Our church choir has a travelling sector that will be invited to sing at various revivals, camp meetings, and hymn sings, so it’s been such an enriching time travelling with them and getting to sing the Lord’s praises.

Our family has been growing in more ways than one! Earlier this year Celeste met a young man named Reid Robbins. Reid comes from a Godly family in Northbury that we’ve had the pleasure of getting to know. Their relationship has been written by the Lord from the very beginning, they grew their friendship by challenging each other in their individual walks with the Lord, where soon after they started praying about each other. Soon after Reid was at our door asking to court our daughter! They’ve been such wonderful examples of respecting your parents and glorifying the Lord. Parents, let this be an example to show that raising your children in the way of the Lord is always the right way! We closed out the year celebrating their union in marriage with the Lord’s blessings, how great it is to see our children be joined in holy matrimony with the one that the Lord has for them! As we enter this new year, my the Lord bless and keep you all in his eternal memory!

Love,

Claire for the Paulsons

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Mollie Cote

Part of the 6th generation of my legacy, Mollie was a surprise to me! Del Sol Valley started displaying the white screen issue after I converted a residential lot to residential rental and after trying several things to fix it, it became clear that the only true fix would be to uninstall and reinstall the pack. Before that, I went through the families living in the world to see if they had any existing relationships with my family and discovered Mollie.

Her family tree didn't include her mother, so it's someone with a maiden or married name of Cote...but it did include her father. Sometime between the birth of his first and second child with his wife, Cassandra, Tinker Sakamoto had a relationship with a mystery Ms. Cote.

No CC included in the download - please see the list and links below.

Parents: Unknown Cote & Tinker Sakamoto Sibling(s): Dade Sakamoto, Danika Sakamoto, Dillon Sakamoto; Khloe Cote

✨ DOWNLOAD HERE (Google Drive)

Clothing/Accessories:

Earrings - Pitted0live | Kayla earrings set

Glasses - Sevensims | Touch glasses

Nails -  xUrbanSimsX | Kate nail kit - autumn

Pants - Euno | Straight wide jeans

Piercing - Overkillsimmer | Learah nose rings set

Shoes - Mochizen | Chunky sandals v2

Top - Korkassims | Harper cardigan

Hair/Makeup/Skin Details:

Blush - Northern Siberia Winds | Blush n8

Eyebags - ddarkstonee | Eyebags n2

Eyebags - Kismet Sims | Eyebags plus

Eyebags - Tamo | Basic eye bags

Eyebrows - RemusSirion | Eyebrows n20b trimmed

Eyelashes - Kijiko | 3D lashes version 2 uncurled

Eyeliner - Pralinesims | N37 symonne

Eyeshadow - Pralinesims | N10 titanium

Freckles - Tekrisims | Freckles!

Hair - SavageSims | Toni pixie cut

Lips - ddarkstonee | Lips n38

Moles - Whimsims | More moles

Teeth - Simbience | Teeth #1

Defaults:

Skin - Luumia | Vanilla default skin

Eyes - Pralinesims | Oasis v2 default

Sliders & Presets:

Butt - CmarNYC | Enhanced butt slider

Eyebrows - Magic Bot | Default eyebrow slider

Eyebrows - Obscurus | Eyebrow sliders

Eyes - marsosims | Eye size slider

Face - Luumia | Face asymmetry slider

Forehead - Bloodmoon | Forehead height slider

Hips - Luumia | Hip shape slider

Lower Legs - CmarNYC | Enhanced lower legs slider

Mouth - Magic Bot | Default mouth slider

Mouth - Teanmoon | Mouth scale slider

Nose - Magic Bot | Default nose slider

Shoulders - Dumbaby | Shoulder height slider female

Thighs - DaniParadise | Thigh slider

🐌 Many thanks to the CC creators! 🐌

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 34 (Surrogate Motherhood & An Offering of Peace)

Heather gave birth a healthy baby boy for Everett and Spencer named Jett, and the besotted parents took him home to Oasis Springs just days after he was born.

In a way it felt strange to spend nine months with Jett only to hand him away, but Heather’s heart swelled seeing her friends’ joy when they held their new son. She felt pride that she could help them. And she had Ash, the most important man in her life.

She returned to work only a week after delivery, getting back to the day-to-day wrangling of her vet techs while tending to animals in need. She wasn’t sure what would happen after the visit from the handsome detective, and as the weeks ticked by, she started to get more and more nervous.

Then one evening, Malcolm knocked on her door. "I'm here to make peace," he vowed, but she hesitated to trust him even as she let him speak. "My mother wanted to send you to prison, but someone stepped in to let cooler heads prevail. It wasn't me, but it probably should have been."

"Are you finally admitting you stole my code?"

He raised his hands in surrender and shot her a cold smile. "You write great code, Buttercup."

"Don't call me that."

"Look, Landgraab Corp. won't press charges for the hack if you accept the deal." He sat right down at her new computer without turning it on, which she took as an insult, but she forced herself to hear him out. "I'll wire 40,000 simoleons to help raise our son...but he's a Landgraab. I know I've been distant, but I want him in my life and I want him to have my last name. The deal has to include a custody agreement."

"Is this your mother's idea?"

"Not all her ideas are bad, Heather."

"Will you please get out of my chair? I didn't invite you here and I don't need your money to raise our son. The clinic does just fine."

"We know how well the clinic does," he reminded her as he stood. "You run the business so well, you'll need a hell of a lot more than you bought it for if you want to buy us out."

Her stomach flipped. "You'd sell?"

"For 175,000 simoleons we will, even though my mother thinks you'd be robbing us blind. I convinced her to offer you a friends and family discount, and Petcare will go along with whatever she wants."

Heather was conflicted, but she was also tired, spending all day on her feet at the clinic so soon after giving birth to baby Jett. Malcolm stayed to care for Ash while she tried to take a nap, but she tossed and turned thinking about the offer.

Accepting felt like she was trading her son for her business. And the silly old legend of the Landgraab curse played tricks with her mind.

More than anything, Heather needed to talk to her family. ->

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Once upon a time, millennia ago, in a great desert, there was a Kingdom hidden in a piece of paradise called Soleanna.

Soleanna was a medium-sized Kingdom, hidden in an Oasis with a location lost in the sands of time, a Kingdom whose hard-to-find location and the small number of sorcerers present was its greatest protection, the royal family kept its small people as safe and content as possible for 2 centuries reigning with assertiveness and care.

That is, until that foreign wizard visited...

He was a strange man, bringing studies and research about a prophecy speaking of a "Supreme Protector" who would fight to protect the world from a "Great evil", spreading stories about how if they could bring this "Protector" over to their side, the Kingdom would never be invaded and everyone would be protected forever. The man spoke so loudly and with such certainty that his words reached the King's ear, earning him an audience with the royal family.

King Memphis was a calm and diplomatic man, always willing to listen and greet the world with open arms, Queen T'nesse on the other hand was the backbone of the couple, she was the one who calmed her husband's idealistic thinking and tried to turn his extremely optimistic ideas into something more realistic, a woman with a face of stone and a heart of gold.

Now, the couple's son was a different case.

Prince Solaris was another story, a cold-hearted, rotten-souled and manipulative young man with a strong connection to Cursed Energy, pulling out the worst parts of his parents' personalities.

How, when or why has been lost to time, but legends and stories say that the prince went after the foreign sorcerer, seeking the power to become the "Supreme Protector" of the prophecy the man religiously spreaded. The cursed energy works with the intentions of a person's heart, and someone as arrogant and self-centered as Prince Solaris...

The experiment went wrong and the young prince died before he even came close to having half of the cursed energy that the sorcerer continued to imbue in his body after his departure, a person with a heart as polluted as the prince's surrounded by a big amount of cursed energy at the time and after his death is a perfect recipe for the birth of a curse.

Solaris became an evil creature who sought at all costs to become not the Protector but the Ultimate Life Form, destroying everything and everyone in his path to gain more and more power.

Soleanna went through years of battles and countless losses until they found a way to stop the bloodshed. A young sorceress with hair as red as the sunset sky and feathers in her hair found not only a way to seal it, but also a way to separate the curse to make it easier to seal.

The curse was separated into two parts, Mephiles, The Entity of Chaos and Iblis, The Flame of Disaster, making it easier to seal, but a big mistake was made when sealing them. In exchange for the life of the red-haired sorceress, Mephiles was successfully sealed inside the "Scepter of Darkness" and Iblis fled, not only afraid of suffering the same fate as his other half, but also terrified in case the sorceress' plan failed and Mephiles wanted to become one again.

Using powers beyond comprehension at the time, Mephiles and the Sceptre of Darkness travel between time and space, searching for Iblis who travels through different eras and times, running away from his other half, one wishing and the other dreading for the day when they would inevitably meet and return to being Solaris.

In the present day, Mephiles has taken the physical form of this century's "Ultimate Life Form", looking for a fight against the one who holds the title he has longed for throughout his immortal life. And Iblis, Iblis is hiding out in Japan, inhabiting the body of a boy while hiding under a new name, keeping himself safe from his other half with the epithet "King of Curses".

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My Second Family

FRANKLIN

Raven and his daughter Naya

Raven was never a good guy. He just didn’t care. He knew he was smart, knew he could easily get what he wanted, and he had no desire for commitments or family life. The girl he had been with since their teenage years, Brielle, bored him as soon as they started living together. Lots of partners, constant partying but Raven was always drawn back to her. That’s how his daughter Naya came into his life.

But Brielle couldn’t stand that Raven often ignored her, living in his own world of aliens and scientific research. She felt there was nothing between them beyond physical intimacy. Life with Raven became a constant cycle of arguments. After the birth of their second daughter, Cassandra, Brielle filed for divorce. The court split the children between the parents. Cassandra stayed with Brielle and tragically died in an accident she choked on a small toy.

Brielle ran from the court, and Raven was left alone with his grief. Raising Naya was a struggle; he drowned himself in alcohol. His father (now deceased) helped him find meaning in life again and pulled him out of the abyss. Now Raven lives with his daughter in Oasis and dreams of meeting aliens. He is obsessed with his idea and loves his daughter, who inherited her mother’s temperament.