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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEDDY!!!!!!! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MAN.

Originally posted by poissonxquad

Ok–now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, it’s officially the beginning of generation 8! WOOHOO! I’m so excited for this lovely boy’s generation! This has come at a great time because TS4 has toddlers now and I can’t wait for him and Maia to have some lil bebs… I mean I can and am waiting… okay I digress. I’m so excited to explore San Myshuno with Teddy and all it has to offer–as well as the detective career! So much is going to happen this generation. After the drama in Elle’s I’m hoping for a fun and sweet gen–we’ll see though ;)

Posts will now be tagged with “iyer legacy gen 8″ and can be found on the master legacy post on my blog in chronological order!

Random Generation Goals:

Career: Detective/Police Officer

Children: Two

Aspiration: Body Builder

Marital Status: Married

Generation Goal: Fulfilled

Traits: Self Assured, Clumsy, Good

Pronouns: He/Him

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.