adding another one into the mix because why not

Apologies Owed

Summary: After accidentally overhearing Jeremy tell someone what the Halloween party was like from his perspective, Chloe thinks back on her actions and realizes that she really owes some people an apology. (ft some pining pinkberry and background meremine)
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TW: talk of past sexual assault

Jake was holding a small house warming party/sleepover thing that only consisted of the core friend group that he said was to “try and make the big fancy new house feel lived in,” but most people could guess he just used that wording to mask the fact that he was desperate for company after living alone for so long. Everyone had spent a few hours drinking wine and having increasingly strange conversations in the sitting room, but eventually they all had scattered to the wind. Jenna had to skedaddle home to look after her little brother, Jeremy, Michael, and Christine had gone upstairs to find a room in which to sleep, Chloe and Brooke decided to follow their lead and found a room as well, and Jake and Rich had passed out where they sat in the sitting room.

However, as Chloe lay in the dark about a foot away from a sleeping Brooke, she found herself oddly wakeful. She sat up and saw light shining under the door from the hallway, and decided to get up go to the bathroom. Once in there, she just stared at her own face in the mirror for a few minutes, playing with her hair and poking at her face.

As she walked back down the hallway, she heard talking from behind one of the doors. She was just going to ignore it and keep going, but she heard someone say her name. “You know when Chloe brought me to Jake’s parents’ room at the party?” It sounded like Jeremy. She knelt down and peered through the keyhole, and it indeed was the pale skinny young man. *He sat crossed-legged on the floor, looking a little teary eyed, with Christine and Michael each holding one of his hands.

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anonymous asked:

why do u only play sims 3 on youtube?

Because certain people like to throw tantrums when I post stuff other than Sims 4 (or really anything other than the Langleys tbh) on this blog, and instead of either just ignoring the posts all together or simply blocking the tags, they’ll send me stupid anon hate and/or completely unfollow. And I don’t want to create another blog because I already have four that I try to keep up with and adding another one to the mix for sims 3 would just add to the stress.

Though I have been thinking about starting something sims 3 related because it’s basically been all I’ve been playing recently but, because of the above mentioned reasons in the past, I’m kinda hesitant.


Well I decided to do another one (and, as before, it’s inspired by the way @kaelinaloveslomaris and @littlesparklight write Darth Vader’s force signature)

This time I added Leia to the mix (she’s the gold one) because why not? She looks like she’s in the middle of giving Darth Dad a good old telling-off (or trying to, anyway). Meanwhile Luke’s just chilling up there. Either he’s cool with it, or he’s figured out that trying to get down is a no-go because those Force tendrils act like Marlin at the beginning of Finding Nemo.

aka: “Dad, you’re not gonna freak out like you did at the petting zoo, right?” “Hey, that snail was about to charge!”

They’re going out to dinner tonight; the three of them. It’s strange for Casey because she can hardly be in a relationship with one person, so adding another into the mix? She and Chase are a lot alike; Casey can see why Daniel has a desire for both of them. But in the ways they’re alike, they’re also very different. Casey hates the dress she’s slipped herself into, opting for the black converse instead of a pair of heels because if she’s going to play dress up, she’s going to be comfortable in some way or another. A low whistle sounds behind her as she eyes her lithe figure in the mirror, causing the bartender to roll her eyes. “Don’t you clean up nice. I know you’re not doing this for me,” Chase taunts her as he stalks forward. He, too, is cleaned up well enough to pass for a decent human being. Dark wash jeans, a crimson colored button up shirt un-tucked with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shirt color matches her dress; no they didn’t plan it, but they want to please Daniel. It’s a mutual agreement they’ve come to if nothing else. “Of course I’m not doing it for you. We’re still meeting him at the restaurant, right?” Casey queries, to which Chase nods and holds his elbow out to her. 

“We are, he called while you were showering and we better leave now otherwise we’re going to be late,” Chase urges, guiding Casey out of the bedroom the three of them share and toward the front door. @urbanesyndicate