ok i love jubilee. that is all.

cover your ears 🎆

First Emma / Tank MVP. Solo tanking too. KNEEEEEEL

Greetings! I am alive. Still not playing The Sims, however. Enjoy these photos from a vacation to Sulani that I never got around to posting

I thought i felt a tingling sensation to come back here….

Never thought I’d say this, but I play a hero shooter. And I am obsessed.

Poe: You’re sure you don’t want to join us? Ashen: Back to the place where I was unexpectedly widowed? Hard pass.

I really wish she could be fully covered in tattoos. But I am picky and the gallery is an overwhelming nightmare.

Ziggy: What if someone notices we’re gone? Freya: You’re joking. Your grandma barely remembers your name. Ziggy: I’m blue with red hair. People notice me!

This kid really did hit the lottery.

Poe: Too bad I was born with idiot brothers. Forget having a conversation like this with either of them. Briar used to eat toothpaste you know. Freya: It’s not all bad. One of the idiots brought you a cool sister in law.

Freya: This lifespan is too short to know you’re unhappy and continue to change nothing. For everyone other than Ashen, that is. Old lady is hanging on by the thread spite.

Poe: I can’t just quit. Freya: Why not? Poe: All those years of Uni..all my hard work! Freya: And you’re miserable. So. Quit. Poe: But I have a family. I have to make sure they’re taken care of. Freya: Poe, you’re a 7th generation heiress. Dont be coy. You’re loaded.

Freya: I would never guess you felt this way. Youve got a beautiful family, regardless of it coming atypically. Which, is this family’s M.O. if we’re being honest. Poe: I love my girls. I love Francey. It’s this stupid, made up job. I hate it. Freya: So quit.

Freya: Alright. Spill. What’s going on? Poe: I had all these ideas and plans for how I wanted my life to go. And nearly every one of those got scrapped. I’m getting older. Wrinklier. My job is stupid. Should I keep going?

Freya: I didn’t take you for a bubble blower. Poe: I’m really not, it’s just to help me relax a little. My family is..well. You married into it. Please don’t tell Francey.

Dumb dumber and dumbest 🥰

I feel like there’s something to unpack here.

Ashen: ZigZag, I may be decrepit and withering away, but my hearing aids aren’t. Another remark about my cooking skills and you’re out of the will

Poe: You two need to start having kids. Our little ones can go on play dates! Brair: Right, so my beachside Tartosan villa can be covered in sticky surfaces too? Poe: Nevermind. I sure am grateful I only see you for big holidays.

Do you have no shame?

Briar: Mmm. Mushy!

Bucky: How’s life treating you kid? Poe: Just wonderfully. There’s work, and then diapers. And then more work, and more diapers. It’s really, REALLY great. Bucky: I see. Sounds..well. Great. Ashen: Time to eat. Only 8 servings. First come first serve!

While Francey confidently uses the baby to exclude herself from the packed kitchen, the others are questioning the cooks abilities. Ziggy: All I’m saying is she’s like a gazillion billion years old. Should she be using heavy machinery? Luna: She’s using the oven, not driving a train. Relax!

Well someone is assuredly enjoying herself.

Poe: Im not sure what my brother told you, but the girls don’t need much. They’re spoiled enough already. Clement: Sorry kid, but you’re taking ‘em all. It’s bad publicity for a relative of mine to go without during Winterfest. Just stuff ‘em in the ol household inventory.

Poe: When did you guys get so wrinkly? Luna: I could ask you the same question, my dear daughter

Francey: You okay Gram? Ashen: Just peachy.

Fuzz is deeply offended she doesn’t get to participate in Winterfest morning traditions.