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driving in the dark, all i see is golden blue sunshine filtered in through green glass and it all feels fucked. the boxes in the booth chitter about loves lost. kitchenware keeps bumping into chipped mugs, some old CDs nobody has listened to for years lay spilled across rubber rugs. why did i take the CDs?
why did i pack the fucking kitchenware.
who in their right mind moved back to their parents place with two boxes of aged kitchenware? most of the stuff was originally brought from there. it’s like a big kitchenware homecoming. all the mismatched plates and cutlery meeting up with old friends. you will never believe the mess we have been through, they will say, filth and disgrace. she used one bowl for like everything. soup? bowl. salad? bowl. cereal? bowl. crisps? you guessed it, fucking bowl.
i curse, glaring throught he dark windshield. claire at night is rolling silvery hills, endless expanse of black ocean and stone walls as far as the eye could see. it seems unnaturaly silent after the flashing lights of the city. post-apocalyptic scenery, world brought back to nature, a goodbye to arms and humanity. i look at the dark land and all i see is sunrise.
i think i was born here.
just down the road. somewhere in a place with the same rolling hills that looked brilliantly green in muted daylight. all the places here, they look the same. you walk through them, meeting different cars, breathing in cold atlantic breeze and wishing you were anywhere but here. dublin maybe. i remember dublin. not as much dublin itself, as dreaming about going on the golden beach, bumping into your shoulder with mine, spinning these wild stories about dublin which were as far away from the real thing as two small town kids could get.
that year you discovered deadly.
every bloody fucking thing was deadly.
dublin too was deadly. getting there would be deadly. last time i saw you in a crowd before moving away from the island you smiled and mouthed deadly again.
i have not heard anyone say it since . i all but forgot the meaning until my plane landed. fuck, the second the ocean turned to black cliffs and green hills my mind went blank. all i saw was sunshine & summer sky, filtered through the broken green glass…
there was this band that played a small music club close to our dorm in dublin. they mostly did covers of old irish folk songs but, you know, metal. they were the worst. perhaps the absolutely worst song they ever covered was “i’ll tell me ma”. every time they started playing that the whole club - including the staff - uttered a tortured groan. and hidden there, behind that groan, a groan that turned the air solid with anguish, was a single excited whistle.
i used to mock you about how much you liked that blasted cover. i spend days thinking about new ways to torture you about it. then, one day, after a particularly vicious joke that made all our friends cackle, i looked at your face and in your eyes i saw a spark of truth. you did not like irish new boys’ rendition of “i’ll tell me ma”. you just liked watching me laugh about it. you just liked… me.
in my mind i left the next day.
i didn’t. there were things to do. finding a flat. buying dictionaries. hugging niamh and promising to stay in touch. but that night, sitting at that club, seeing it in your eyes, that was the second i really left.
two months later, as I was unpacking an ugly vase from a bag, through tears, my phone beeped and recomended me to view your wedding pics. someone was shouting under my window in a language i didn’t understand and i wondered… what if they are shouting "fire"? what if they are warning me to run and i don’t even know.
i deleted all my socials and got used to the strong beer and learned a new language and made new friends and had niamh over for two weeks in summer. she posted some pics of us sitting by the river in the setting sun. you liked it and asked her to say hi. her face fell a little and she tried to hide her phone. i’m not sure whether it was for my benefit, or my girlfriend’s. i think maybe both. not that it made much difference.
back home though.
bringing some heartache, foreign books, ten years worth of baggage. somewhere among the kitchenware there is a mug missing its ear. it says “greetings from prague” and when my last boyfriend gave it me he said one day when i leave him and move back home i will have that to remember him by.
back home, just a few kilometres off now. there is this beach where the sand was so very gold at sunrise. it was very cold when the sun went down, even with the winter sleeping bag. you whispered in my ear and your breath was accompanied by a white puff. in the morning everything was so bright. i woke up first and walked over to the very edge where the water was licking at the bay. i took some pictures on an old point-and-shoot camera. they all came out overexposed. i picked a piece of broken glass, not yet smoothed out by the saltwater. i watched the world through the glass walking back. small, green and peaceful.
throught the green grass your hair looked chartreuse. i stared at the tiny hightlight in it and the way your eyes were such weird mossy green and the smile you had and the way you leaned over to cover me and whispered deadly when our noses met.
ten years later, in the dark, the abandoned bay is silver and your hair in the moonlight would be white.
i extinguish my cigarette, get back in the car and drive back home and still...
Oscar: Oh my god, I don’t give a fuck about your micronutrients-.. quit it with the gym bro shit.
Ivan: Macronutrients.
Oscar: Whatever! I just wanna get outta my shitty desk chair now n’ then, y’know?
Ivan: Alright, half a job fuckin’ Bob.
Oscar: Is there a best friend exchange somewhere around here? I don’t like mine anymo-.. ooh, a splash park.
Ivan: [laughs] Christ, c’mon!
Oscar: We could have a lazy push up competition under that leaky mushroom-.. no?
Ivan: No!
Oscar: Boooo.
…
Oscar: Geez, it’s dead.
Ivan: That’s the beauty o’ comin’ this time a’night.
[Oscar grumbled, anyone with half a brain wouldn’t come anywhere near this place on such a nice night]
…
Oscar: [breathlessly] I can’t…
Ivan: C’mon, five more minutes.
Oscar: One more second-.. done.
[Oscar grimaced as he stepped off the treadmill, eyeing Ivan enviously; his stamina was abysmal in comparison]
Ivan: Ack-.. don’t lie on the floor, it’s nasty.
Oscar: I don’t even care.
Ivan: Man.. you’re really outta shape, ain’tcha?
Oscar: Yeah, well.. it’s been more than a few years and I replaced cigarettes with cake, so…
Ivan: Give it a month or two, bud.
[Oscar blows a muffled, half-hearted raspberry in response]
I was curious about how many of you use the shorten long post feature and how many don't so I made a poll. I personally don't use but I wondered if I should use the keep reading on my story post or not.
Yes I use it! Don't care for long post on my dash.
I moved the Goths into this house. I figured being a famous prominent family they should have the biggest lot. I don't know why they were put in that 40x30 lot to begin with. The floor plan is the exact replica of the Goth house in the Sims 3 with a few differences. I didn't build this lot just redecorated it to better suit my story.
I can't express how much I LOVE Cassandra's room!! I would definitely sleep in that room.
Gave them a bit of a makeover too. This is how they look atm.
Decided to take a break from ranching and twitch to my story save so I could try this lovely hair on Cassandra. I think it works well for her. I recently downloaded new eye colors and decided to use them for the Goths instead of the default maxis eyes.
I am also trying to tweak my reshade settings for this story save. The PD80 02 Lut creator shader is amazing!!
It's the short time span of the year when they are all the same age. Jack, the youngest, just turned 19 in July before Saiwa, the oldest, turns 20 in August.
Maintaining a ranch is hard work. Ally and Oscar were busy with their daily chores when they got this news!!!
They won the lottery! Lucky bastards! I guess they can hire a ranch hand to help out so they'll have more free time for horse competitions. Oscar can also quit his part-time job. I wasn't wanting their story to go this way. (Even though technically this was suppose to be play test gameplay) I wanted them to work toward getting financially comfortable. I suppose they could donate to charity.
Also on a side note I forgot to fix Oscar's last name. I don't usually like to give sims names that sound like two first names. lol
Oscar surprises Ally with a new washer and dryer set. Not only is Oscar working hard on this farm he also got a part-time job as a manual laborer to afford this set.
Nothing gets a girl's motor purring like new appliances.
french navy (alt: it's a sims 3 conversion. and i love camera obscura!)
@madebycoffee made a request for some sims 3 conversions so i'm here to fill it. this one is from the 70s, 80s, 90s pack and it's so cute! we don't wear little scarves anymore. what's up with that? anyways, i'm sure someone else converted this (and did a better job) but again, this one is mine. now on to the script!
what you get
1 cute outfit in 20 colours
1 recolour psd template in case you don't like any of my colours
4918K poly bc it's from a game from 2009
proper LODs, spec, and normal
CAS icon
snazzy in game gif (remember these?!)
notes
bless @sforzcc for their magical colour palettes.
i tried upscaling the texture with ai (woooo scary) but i can only do so much with 14 year old textures. i play on ultra and it'll look good in a regular game and for those who use hq mod.
clogs are by @dallasgirl79 , hair is by @feralpoodles, glasses and bracelets are bgc, watch is from the glamour pack.
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