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My Top 24 Screenshots from 2024 🎉

thank you to the lovely @kari-sims + @thebramblewood + @moonwoodhollow for the tags! 💗 it only took me until the very last day of 2024 but I made it, phew!

these are my own personal selections, for one reason or another — if I went by notes it would be all builds and shitposts and one special surprise lurking below the cut...

from the looks of things I'd say this year was all about loooooOooove and community building — and food! 😉

what's that? you forgot that 2024 was a leap year? 😄 ME TOO, FRIEND — until I ran my tumblr top 10 and got this jump scare

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BECAUSE @theo-oface AND I WERE TALKING AND I GOT IDEAS.

Max Wild’s eyes were fixed on the battered Zippo lighter in their partner’s hand as soon as they heard the telltale click from beside them.  Of course, now was the time do deal with this, wasn’t it?  “You’re going to give away our position, you know.”

Glancing at his companion with cat-like eyes in the darkness, Jude Bellamy made a confused grunt as he raised the glowing cancer stick to his dry lips.  He was otherwise invisible to the world, all hidden behind a rat’s nest of honey-colored hair and a curtain of smoke.  The stench of burning tobacco was overwhelming, and Max had to turn away instead of fixing the blond man with a glare like he’d wanted to.  Instead, Jude’s lips curved into a mocking grin as he took a drag of his cigarette.  “It’s my last one.” he said, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, “Besides, we’re pretty well-concealed back here.  The only thing out of the ordinary is the fact that you and Brick smell like a bakery.”

This time, Max really did glare at him.  Brilliant he may have been, Jude had a habit of speaking his mind way too much, and insults were a large part of his repertoire.  The man had quite a few gripes with his teammates; the glint of Max’s glasses the blocked the view of their eyes, the scent of sugared sweets that seemed to follow Brick around... “Where is Brick?”

The shriek of a nearby car alarm cut off any other thoughts.  Sirens followed at incredible speed and were accompanied by a long, sigh as Jude released the breath he had been holding.  “I think I know.”

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"Alright, y'all. Time to wash your face and get to bed."

"Can we play with makeup again tomorrow?"

"Anytime you want, Skip."

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Makeovers for everyone! 🤪

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We are eating good today!

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As an added bonus, the bread turned out great! And with an extra loaf to split up and send home with the kids as the fruits of their labor, in addition to their respective households' usual loaves.

"Thaaaaanks, Cherry!"

Their kitchen might be a mess, but math is fun and fractions are easy, actually, so... Mission accomplished! 😎

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Now, folks are still arriving, but as we reach critical mass… Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I think I managed to invite every. single. non. townie. sim. Every community member, every survivor, even a brand new face or two... Everybody is invited. And everybody is going to show up.

"....I think I'd better put out some more chairs."

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Jagger, meanwhile, has been scrambling. He drew Averie's name and what, exactly, is a guy supposed to give to the girlfriend of his we're-not-doing-labels, fuck-buddy-turned-live-in-partner's friend?

Eventually, after scraping the bottom of multiple dumpsters, he found a gleaming lump of gold that turned out to be, on closer inspection, a golden figurine of a cat in a top hat...?

Good enough for Jagger!