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Chances are you all have seen this, but: PBMD is hosting a Booty donation drive.
In other news, I haven't been making anything much but I've been playing a lot. Hence, pictures.
Earth flora and fauna fascinates Clancy. He'd like to have more of a garden than this, but I am a jerky simgod and refuse to move them into a bigger house with more space for a garden because I've finally got it decorated the way I want it. Clancy, however, continues to hope, and in the meantime spoils his strawberries rotten.
Sully was quite relieved to have been knocked up the old-fashioned way, rather than... well, whatever it is that happens up in those UFOs.
It's a little-known fact that the quickest method for extinguishing a fire is yelling at it.
Sully and Mollie have been sort of carrying on a thing on the side. As you can see, Clancy takes a hear-no-evil, see-no-evil approach to the love of his life being less devoted than he is.
...He just stalks her when she's not awake to protest.
He ended up moving into Cyril's old room, since Sully's room only has a single bed and she doesn't like to share her sleeping space anyway. I think I prefer the room like this.
Spawn! Quentin. Whose face I managed to somehow completely fail to capture in every picture of him I took.
Precocious little thing.
Sully, as you can see, is a very devoted mother.
Speaking of my documenting failures, I also missed getting any pictures of the most ridiculous spate of sexual harassment ACR has ever wrought in my game. Alexei there, along with Mollie's brother Baxter, cornered Cyril at Virginia's beauty parlor and proceeded to try various flirts on him for the best part of two sim hours, despite constant rejections. Baxter gave up after one or two tries, but Alexei was not to be deterred. Eventually Cyril left the lot, and ever since then I have caught Alexei staring at him creepily. LIKE SO.
Cyril
continues
making
enemies.
Cyril: *worries that no one likes him (true)*
Danny: *is outraged by Willoughby's treatment of Marianne Dashwood*
Love the way you're furthering the bisexuals-can't-commit stereotype, Sulls.
Cyril: *is saddened to discover even crabs don't like him*
Cyril: FUCK YOU, CRAB.
Yeah, that might be why.
I love that he was the only sim on the entire lot to run to the photo booth and shriek in outraged propriety at Virginia and Hamburgers getting their freak on, when the very first thing he and Danny did upon arrival was to bolt to the same photo booth for the same purpose.
But I actually sent them there for this. Prettier backdrop than a kitchen wedding, yeah?
I am pretty sure the only reason Cyril and Jack are not trying to slit one another's wrists with playing cards or choke each other to death on poker chips is that Danny's sitting there. Murder would be awkward.
Danny: *is surprised but pleased by this turn of events!*
Cyril: *wonders if leaping to his death through the bedroom windows would be less painful than child-rearing*
Moved the poker table back into its alcove, woo.
Sully enjoys watching Cyril's altercations with the neighbors. She doesn't generally start shit, unlike her brother, but she does love to watch it go down.
Yeah I don't even know, let's move on.
[/Lydia spam]
Oliver is often found photobombing Greensward Grey's couples.
Danny: *discovers, abruptly, that his body is not equipped for this shit.*
Cyril: *is just relieved it's not him lol*
Their daughter, Apostrophe Torpedo, Esq.! 'Apostrophe' always reminded me of the sort of names you'd find in Greek mythology (Persephone, etc.), and one of her dads is a novelist, hence the grammatical connection. Torpedo is Danny's last name. So it's not completely nonsensical.
The 'Esquire', however, is.
Look how happy he is, playing with his baby girl.
Yeah, it didn't last.
Lydia: QUITTER.
Hamburgers: *lurrrrrrrrrks.*
In other news, there really is no other news. I have just been hanging out in my room with the lights out listening incessantly to Joy Division. How very, very goth, right?
Edit: Hey, whoever hotlinked that first picture of Clancy and caused me to run through eleven gigs of bandwidth on photobucket in one night? You're really thoughtless. Don't hotlink my pictures, please. I shouldn't have to reupload my pictures in a new place because you decided to be a lazy dick.
In other news, I haven't been making anything much but I've been playing a lot. Hence, pictures.
Earth flora and fauna fascinates Clancy. He'd like to have more of a garden than this, but I am a jerky simgod and refuse to move them into a bigger house with more space for a garden because I've finally got it decorated the way I want it. Clancy, however, continues to hope, and in the meantime spoils his strawberries rotten.
Sully was quite relieved to have been knocked up the old-fashioned way, rather than... well, whatever it is that happens up in those UFOs.
It's a little-known fact that the quickest method for extinguishing a fire is yelling at it.
Sully and Mollie have been sort of carrying on a thing on the side. As you can see, Clancy takes a hear-no-evil, see-no-evil approach to the love of his life being less devoted than he is.
...He just stalks her when she's not awake to protest.
He ended up moving into Cyril's old room, since Sully's room only has a single bed and she doesn't like to share her sleeping space anyway. I think I prefer the room like this.
Spawn! Quentin. Whose face I managed to somehow completely fail to capture in every picture of him I took.
Precocious little thing.
Sully, as you can see, is a very devoted mother.
Speaking of my documenting failures, I also missed getting any pictures of the most ridiculous spate of sexual harassment ACR has ever wrought in my game. Alexei there, along with Mollie's brother Baxter, cornered Cyril at Virginia's beauty parlor and proceeded to try various flirts on him for the best part of two sim hours, despite constant rejections. Baxter gave up after one or two tries, but Alexei was not to be deterred. Eventually Cyril left the lot, and ever since then I have caught Alexei staring at him creepily. LIKE SO.
Cyril
continues
making
enemies.
Cyril: *worries that no one likes him (true)*
Danny: *is outraged by Willoughby's treatment of Marianne Dashwood*
Love the way you're furthering the bisexuals-can't-commit stereotype, Sulls.
Cyril: *is saddened to discover even crabs don't like him*
Cyril: FUCK YOU, CRAB.
Yeah, that might be why.
I love that he was the only sim on the entire lot to run to the photo booth and shriek in outraged propriety at Virginia and Hamburgers getting their freak on, when the very first thing he and Danny did upon arrival was to bolt to the same photo booth for the same purpose.
But I actually sent them there for this. Prettier backdrop than a kitchen wedding, yeah?
I am pretty sure the only reason Cyril and Jack are not trying to slit one another's wrists with playing cards or choke each other to death on poker chips is that Danny's sitting there. Murder would be awkward.
Danny: *is surprised but pleased by this turn of events!*
Cyril: *wonders if leaping to his death through the bedroom windows would be less painful than child-rearing*
Moved the poker table back into its alcove, woo.
Sully enjoys watching Cyril's altercations with the neighbors. She doesn't generally start shit, unlike her brother, but she does love to watch it go down.
Yeah I don't even know, let's move on.
[/Lydia spam]
Oliver is often found photobombing Greensward Grey's couples.
Danny: *discovers, abruptly, that his body is not equipped for this shit.*
Cyril: *is just relieved it's not him lol*
Their daughter, Apostrophe Torpedo, Esq.! 'Apostrophe' always reminded me of the sort of names you'd find in Greek mythology (Persephone, etc.), and one of her dads is a novelist, hence the grammatical connection. Torpedo is Danny's last name. So it's not completely nonsensical.
The 'Esquire', however, is.
Look how happy he is, playing with his baby girl.
Yeah, it didn't last.
Lydia: QUITTER.
Hamburgers: *lurrrrrrrrrks.*
In other news, there really is no other news. I have just been hanging out in my room with the lights out listening incessantly to Joy Division. How very, very goth, right?
Edit: Hey, whoever hotlinked that first picture of Clancy and caused me to run through eleven gigs of bandwidth on photobucket in one night? You're really thoughtless. Don't hotlink my pictures, please. I shouldn't have to reupload my pictures in a new place because you decided to be a lazy dick.
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I'm afraid I have never even heard of Joy Division, but it sounds like fun. :D
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Lydia doesn't understand why, if she can get up and keep walking around, these other dead people insist on being, you know, dead.
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Fuck you, Photobucket.
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