Since I have a college let’s play, I felt it was the perfect time to talk about the mods I use 🍂📚📓
Aspiration
1. University Life by Simularity
Bienchen / Sims4me
1. Unlocked interaction for mentors
2. Poetry Drink Tea
3. No autonomous soccer
4. Buy robotic parts
5. Immediate obtuse
6. Cafeteria vendor fix
7. University term paper progress shown
8. No enrollment scholarship info
Food related
1. Vending Machine by Sevrinka and Somik
2. Britchester + Foxbury Cake / Cupcake by @littlbowbub
4. More Cafe Food by Bienchen
5. University stall by @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel
Lot51
1. Simzlink
2. Sunrise alarm
Lumpinou
1. Relationship and Pregnancy Overhaul
2. Friends with Benefits
3. Open Love life
4. Romance Skill
5. Talented and weakness mod
Shenanigans x Mizore Yukii
1. Build skill with earbuds
2. Drama
Overrides
1. Pencil by @dudleystrailer
2. Better Kiosk @andirz-mods
3. Change outfit in mirror by @brazenlotus
Misc. mods
1. Ask about moods by JaneSimsten
2. Borrow a book by Ilkavelle
3. Adults get crushes by batsandbabydolls
4. Sim National Bank by SimRealist
5. Basemental 💨
6. Camping and Picnic things by Zero
Thank you to the modders for these amazing mods @janesimsten @simrealist @dudleystrailer @andirz-mods @brazenlotus @somik-severinka @littlbowbub @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel @simularity-sims
I would have liked to make a side story detailing their lore. But with time constraints I don't know if that will happen... not soon anyway.
So below is a short-ish explanation of these three and their "entanglement" ha!
Solomon and Shekinah were neighbours, they grew up in the same area but never really clicked. Shekinah was/is a preachers kid and was very popular. She was that girl that EVERYBODY and their aunty went to to get their hair done.
Solomon on the other hand was just being a bad ass kid. He always had a bit of a temper but it heightened after his brother died [murdered] Solomon was 16 when this happened.
Two years later he starts college and I guess you could say he simmers down. Also the reason why he became a detective starts taking shape. BOOM he meets Taryn the 1st week of classes and it was a rocky start but they hit it off. At the time she was rebelling against her mother for trying to force her to be in the media.
Although Taryn and Solomon are from totally different worlds, they found the beauty in that. In the end they found themselves to be very similar. Solomon appreciated that no matter what Taryn never judged him. Taryn valued that Solomon saw beyond her being "Judith Wards daughter" Fun fact: During one of their hangout's Solomon told her she looked more like a Taryn, hence the name.
They shared many firsts together. Solomon never had Sushi till Taryn and Taryn never dipped her fries in ice cream till Solomon. He was also the one who took her... v card. They were in their own little bubble for two years flat, until one of Taryn's bigoted cousins spotted them hanging out. He warned Taryn to break things off, she didn't. He gathered some other bigots and they basically beat Solomon, told him it would be worse the next time.
After that Solomon distanced himself from Taryn, no real explanation. His styled changed, he cut his hair, started growing dreads [weaving a loc from his brother] and you could say he "glowed up" . Started getting extra attention from girls, one in particular... Shekinah.
They start seeing one another, he also took her... v card. Next thing you know she is knocked up! Their parents agree the best thing to do [to save face] is for them to get married. Shekinah and Solomon are like 19/20 so they are like w/e. Taryn see's all of this from a distance and is heartbroken.
This is a breakdown of how they met and how they split up. For anyone wondering why Taryn or Solomon can't just give it up.
Is it true the first year of college usually doesn’t matter? And that I won’t miss much if I magically shift to the course I actually want?
Because huhuhuuuu my mom, she wants me to experience the uni life even if it meant going to a course I FUCKING HATE, IT SOUNDS SO BORING like no offense, I know it’s probably hard to manage people BUT THAT’S EXACTLY THE REASON WHY I DON’T WANNA GO THERE eighhhhhuuhhhh
On the other hand though, I have another school I can go to where it actually gives me the course I want :D the downside though, it’s online classes only annddd :) that sounds so depressinggg . Can I even join clubs when I’m taking an online course
This wound needs more salt! College Years installment from anon request 🤍
This shouldn’t be as nerve wracking as it is. The alarm clock on your nightstand ticks away, the moonlight coming through the floor to ceiling window of your bedroom makes you sigh. Melissa was flying in tomorrow afternoon and for some reason you felt sick. Maybe because the last time you saw her it felt like a goodbye. Maybe because six months ago she was married and you were out of the country, unable to face those fears and desires you had regarding the woman.
Tossing and turning you shift to face your nightstand, hand resting on your pillow as you eye the silver picture frame that sits on the dark wood. Melissa had clung to you during graduation that day. Sat together in the chairs your heart jumped into your throat when her fingers laced with yours, eyes forward on the stage of the auditorium. Outside in the sun she wrapped her arms around your waist squeezing you so tightly you were sure you’d be bruised. Six hours later you were driving away in the dark headed back to your childhood home, tears in your eyes and your hands shaking on the wheel at the thought of her going off and marrying someone else. You still wanted her even now.
Morning comes sooner than you’d like it to. The warmth from the morning sun through the window warms you, hoping it was a good omen for the rest of the day. After a shower and a cup of coffee, you feel almost normal again as you get in the car for the Portland airport. During the drive your mind wanders, would Melissa be different now? You hadn’t seen her in almost a year, she was married and set to start teaching with a full life in Philly.
Getting closer to the pick up terminal you can’t help but smile when you see the redhead walking towards the car, sun glasses on and a Philly sweatshirt as always. Pulling into the line you put the car in park, hardly able to get out before Melissa is in front of you wrapping her arms around your neck. The smell of lavender hits your nose and her ring clad fingers bury themselves in your hair.
“Well hi,” you chuckle almost nervously, hands resting on her back.
“Hi yourself, big shot.” The redhead chuckles squeezing you tightly.
Letting go of your best friend you smile when she lifts her sunglasses, finally able to see those gorgeous eyes.
“I’m an intern not a big shot.” You chuckle putting her suitcase in the trunk closing it with a thud. “You ready to see what Portland has to offer?” You grin.
“Let’s get goin, hon.”
Settled in the car Melissa smiles at you, her hand reaching for yours where it rests on the center console. Eyes flicking down from the road you move your hand to reach for the radio,turning it up a bit to drown out the thought of that gold band and the man you despise. You felt as if it would burn if it touched your skin. “I’m happy you’re here finally. You ready to start work next month?”
Eyes on the road you miss the hurt in her eyes as she brings her hand back to her own lap. “I am, Kristin Marie even gave me a mug for my desk.” She chuckles.
“Aw, the wicked witch has a heart.” You tease. The thought of you being on opposite coasts hurt, but now you could throw yourself into your work opting to climb the social ladder at your current art gallery. Even if it was an internship you planned on running elbows with as many higher ups as you could.
The first afternoon and evening with Melissa goes well enough, you take her to your favorite coffee shop and bookstore knowing she’d enjoy the cozy atmosphere. Throughout the day you couldn’t help but dodge every touch she attempted to make on your arm or lower back, so much so that you almost dropped your coffee when her fingers brushed your elbow to rest her hand in the crook of your arm on the walk back to the car. You wanted her, you wanted her bad and you knew you could never have her.
You’ll just have to sit in it for this week.
“Hon, you better let me cook for you while I’m here.” Melissa breaks the comfortable silence as you two stand in the elevator going up to your apartment.
“I can’t turn down a Schemmenti meal.” You chuckle unlocking the door. “I stocked up on groceries last night.”
Inside Melissa goes through the fridge and cabinets pulling out everything she might need for a nice meal. It felt… nice, normal even after so much time spent having awkward phone calls two time zones apart to be moving around the kitchen together. As you wash the vegetables while the redhead prepares sauce, you glance up with a smile.
“So, have you managed to teach Joe how to cook anything yet?”
Melissa scoffs shaking her head. “No, he’s either at work or he comes home and sleeps.”
Turning back to the task at hand you hide your eye roll looking down at the cutting board. Typical. This was the man that threw a fit when he lost at beer pong for crying out loud. Of course he wouldn’t help his wife cook.
Melissa continues to stir, eyes landing on your back boring into your soul.
“I’m surprised you brought him up.”
Glancing over your shoulder you meet jade eyes. Composing yourself you shrug. “He’s your husband, I do know the guy.” You chuckle.
It’s quiet for a moment, the sound of the blade landing on the cutting board with each chop makes your palms start to sweat.
“You don’t like him.” Melissa states plainly, no malice in her voice as she keeps her eyes on the stove.
Biting your cheek you take a breath before lifting your head. “Hey,” you get her attention meeting her eyes with the best smile you can muster. “I’m happy for you, Red. I really am.”
It made you want to vomit saying those words but if it made her happy that’s all you care about. Jade eyes crinkle at the corner just as they always did, and that was the end of that.
Through dinner and the rest of the night you find yourself relaxed with your oldest friend. The tension that had been there is gone, even enough for Melissa to curl up into your side on the couch. Her right hand rests on your Jean clad thigh as you mindlessly watch a sitcom on tv, making comments here and there about the show. You wanted this all the time. You wanted to come home and make dinner with Melissa sod badly. To cuddle up with her on the couch after a long day so badly.
You’re brought out of your love drunken haze when the phone rings on the table behind the couch.
“You gonna get that, hon?”
“No, let it ring.” You hum not caring enough to answer the phone at ten o’clock on a Friday night.
The machine clicks, and a smooth female voice comes out. “Hi, sweetheart! I guess I missed you. I was calling to see if we’re still on for drinks Tuesday night. Give me a call soon, bye!”
As soon as you hear Lena’s voice coming through the speaker you feel Melissa stiffen against your side.
“Well she sounds like fun.” Melissa chuckles with a tight smile.
Keeping your eyes on the tv you shrug. “She’s a curator for the gallery, I’ve been seeing her for a couple weeks.”
“You didn’t tell me?” Melissa pulls back looking at you. “Cmon, hon. What she like?” She asks with a quirked brow.
You’d seen this look before many times all throughout college, she puts a smirk on but the excitement doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Well…” you start off in another cycle you’re sure will continue for as long as you know the redhead.
