#gen 11

[pixelnrd]

The years passed quickly, and in no time at all the triplets were turning 6 years old and starting school. Heather and Jenny threw a big birthday party for their trio to celebrate their huge milestone. They could hardly believe that their once-so-tiny babies were so grown up.

[the-elevan-shitshow]

Silver: I think that's enough fishing for today. This Queen is already offering the finest catch of the day: a killer lewk. And my lovelies, as you sashay through life, don't forget to fish for compliments! After all, fabulous queens like us deserve a whole school of admirers!

[figure-it-out-later]

Здесь и сейчас.

Ностальгия по персонажам вызвана не просто так, я только сегодня в игре отпустила души Лероя и Билли. Почти месяц с хвостиком во мне боролось чувство, что может быть их воскресить. У Джаспера есть такая возможность, он прокачанный маг, он же мог бы сделать их бессмертными с помощью зелья. Много думала, чуть голову не сломала.) В принципе они прожили долгую и интересную жизнь, но от чувства легкой грусти не так просто избавиться... 😢

💕

[naileklegacy]

Echinacea is loving her life lately - she is moving up the career ladder and at the same time waiting for her second baby.

[chocolatekittysims4]

Nothing like brewing potions during a thunderstorm for a spellcaster.

Meanwhile in Evergreen Harbor, Ron is working on his handiness.

Ron got promoted at his job as a babysitter and now he's doing homework before going to school.

Alana: Nice couch. Ron: Thanks. I got it out of the trash.

Ron and Alana are having fun dancing together.

[simblrz]

the rainbowsin challenge has ended!!

stay tuned for the globetrotter challenge and the such colorful lives legacy challenge ♡️

[solis-legacy]

   During this generation, Uncle Haesten had a pretty significant change in his life. Vlad (the one that had turned him) had started to ask Haesten to help with some of the newly turned vampires. One of those newbies was Genevieve. She had a very violent turning that left her face scared and caused her to have violent outbursts. Haesten allowed her to move in since he was living alone. The two grew very close and Haesten realized that he had finally found his “life” partner. They are now married and currently living in the old family home.

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[finchfin]

Not So Berry Gen 1 [Mint]: Pepper Thayer

Pepper is definitely on the naughty list from now on...

✰ Family tree ✰

[call-me-maggie13]

My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days

And as a 21 year old all I could think was

The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.

Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.

When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.

When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.

When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.

Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.

When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.

When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.

Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.

When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.

Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.

When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.

When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”

Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.

Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.

There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.

[turning-n-into-random-pokemon]

So lopuNNy won the polls….

Happy Easter 😅

[pixelnrd]

Life with the newborn triplets was intense, but Heather and Jenny worked as a team. Their days were dictated by routines - feeding, burping, and finally sleeping - all designed to keep everyone happy.

They named their little trio Quincy, Jasmine and Ginger. And as they grew, their needs became more complex. Gone were the sleepy newborn days and Jenny and Heather found themselves exhausted. They reassured each other that things would get easier in time. When the going was getting tough, they would look down and their amazing little trio and remind themselves of how lucky they were and grounded themselves in the moments of sweetness.

Jenny was in her element with the babies, but privately, Heather found herself struggling. She had not fully overcome her grief at her mother's death, and being a mother herself she found herself wishing daily that she could pick up the phone and call - to ask for advice, to ask for help, for her Mom to come over and make the baby stop crying and tell her she was doing a good job. But she couldn't allow herself to break down - she had to remain strong for Jenny, they had to remain a team .

[the-elevan-shitshow]

Tella: all I'm saying is...we could teach them a lesson...and make it look like an accident.

Dodie: how would we do that? I mean...hypothetically speaking

Tella: two words: food fight. And in the midst of war..BAM! We'll hit them with a lunch tray!! MWAHAHAHA

Dodie: OMW!!

Tella: so...you in?

Dodie: let's do it

[figure-it-out-later]

Здесь и сейчас.

Однажды ночью, когда дом будет мирно посапывать в свои подушки, их время придет.

Не будет никакого визита смерти, ничего такого, что обычно связано со смертью персонажа. Они просто встанут со своих кроватей, потом станут призраками, а потом появятся урны. Они ушли из жизни по своим правилам.

Прожито: 481 день Лерой и 461 день Билли, при средней продолжительности остального симс мира 276 дней.

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[naileklegacy]

[chocolatekittysims4]

Jared's first kiss.

Jared and McKenna decided to have their first date at the lighthouse in Brindleton Bay. They're really hitting it off.

Jared: McKenna is really great, Dad. I think she's the one who I want to spend my life with.

Kissing by the waterfall.

McKenna's pregnant!

Jared is afraid of water now. Great.

Getting married. McKenna's mother and brother are there, but they decided to go off somewhere else instead of watch the ceremony.

McKenna: Look, honey. Our daughter was born.

On the left is Sabrina and on the right is her brother, Zachary.

[krislgfox]

Very lazy video, I tried my best okay?

Just got an idea and didn't wanted to lose it :_]

Kinito's on the video belongs to: @the-autumn-apple-artworks (I don't know/remember the name of your au, sorry ¡-¡)

Gen 11 Kinito - @sebastiannarrator

Se!Kinito - @goldenstrwbrry (@ask-sentientau)

OK Kinito - me

(Prb not canon personalities though, sorry about that)

(Didn't do any videos for a long time, prb I lose my skill in this :_])