Their date somehow evolved into a movie night at Siobhan’s. (Mikel lived next door, so it barely counts as commitment.) The popcorn was steaming, the mood lighting was questionable, and the sexual chemistry was… let’s just say “developing.” Still, one of them was definitely buttered. #aherne

Meanwhile, the ever-iconic Milla Munch: mother, martyr, legend, watched from across the room. It’s tough enough popping into existence with no memories or skills, but doing it middle-aged with three kids and a house that doesn’t even have a living room? That’s a fucking nightmare.

Their first date was in a “quiet lounge” in Nordhaven, quiet except for the porny lighting and music soft enough that Mikel could still focus. (1/2) #aherne

Much as she’d have liked to keep talking to Mikel, Siobhan had a roof to keep over her head and capitalism to appease. Her painting skill, now developing at a rate that defied physics, proved useful. (1/2) #aherne

Possibly. Or maybe I’m just grieving the end of And Just Like That, with no more episodes left for Obi and I to hate-watch. The woman ended up alone.) Either way, she was glad he lingered after the rest of the guttertrolls scuttled back to their house-hopping, premade lives.

As gloomy and introverted as she was, Siobhan found herself drawn to the welcome wagon outlier the way the Sims community is drawn to the latest drama. Maybe it was the custom sliders. Maybe it was the way Mikel focused on her lips as he read what she was saying. (1/2) #aherne

One of the visitors looked subtly out of place; less “ roughly hewn CAS premade” more…"Kijiko eyelashes" Siobhan couldn’t help but wonder if that meant what she thought it meant. #aherne

Right on cue, the welcome wagon arrived bearing a diabolical fruitcake. (I actually like fruitcake, for the record.) Luckily, the woman of the hour had already baked cookies in anticipation of such an event. (So… I guess it wasn’t mac and cheese after all.) #aherne

Next, she made use of the public easel in the town centre (she’s not made of simoleons!), before capturing a few unfortunate ladybirds who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hopefully they weren’t carrying that ladybird STD the tabloids love to resurrect every few years. #aherne

Like every legacy founder before her, she began modestly with a cheap meal and the crushing weight of generational expectations. I forget what she made. Probably mac and cheese. The welcome wagon would descend like vultures anyway. #aherne

She was the eight-thousand-and-forty-ninth legacy founder that month; statistically doomed, but cautiously optimistic. The bar was low. Mostly because the last few tripped over it. #aherne

It was raining in Windenburg when Siobhan Aherne; occasional CC model and frequent embodiment of “Celtic Enyacore melancholy chic”, moved into the small, crooked house everyone pretends doesn’t exist. It was cheap, which is what mattered. #aherne

I'll be queuing the Ahernes here from waaaay back at the start after a conversation with Ahnne about it. Will I continue to do this or will I get ADHD and forget after tonight? WHO CAN SAY? I'll still be posting current updates on Tumblr.

Winterfest is over and the Ahernes are getting back to regular unfestive carnage. They're queued up from 9am BST and ready for the week! ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

It's the most blunderful time of the year 🎵! The Ahernes are queued up from 9am BST and ready for the week! ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

A little weekend Aherne queue is ready to start from 9am BST Saturday ✨ ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

What's prom without a little drama? After eighty four years, the Ahernes are back and queued for the week starting 9:00am GMT tomorrow💜 ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

Aaand we're queued again! The Ahernes are queued to go from 9:00am GMT 💅🏻 ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

A little Aherne update is on its way starting 9am GMT ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

The Ahernes are back after I had CC to make and accidentally fell into a hockey gays vortex (thanks @velvetdustbunny.bsky.social)! Queue starts at 9am GMT! ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

“Why don’t you come over and frack me sometime.” The Ahernes are back and queued to go from 9:30am GMT 💅🏻 ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

The Ahernes are back post-Christmas laziness! The queue will start from 9am GMT 💜 ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

This week's Aherne queue is in place! (I haven't forgotten about Trashleen, this save is just really scratching my brain itch) ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

The Aherne Legacy queue is back in business and will be running for a few days 💜 ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

They're back! I have an Aherne queue running on my Tumblr from 9am GMT for the rest of the week 💜 ice-creamforbreakfast.com/aherne #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims

Another Aherne Legacy queue is set up for the week over on my Tumblr starting 9am through to 11:30am GMT for the whole week💜 #ts4 #thesims4 #showusyoursims Latest - ice-creamforbreakfast.com/tagged/ahern... Start to finish - ice-creamforbreakfast.com/tagged/ahern...

This week’s Keen on Trashleen ended on a strangely poignant, mercifully less disturbing note. For once, you don’t feel that familiar wave of nausea. Still, with six contestants left, there’s time yet. You start to sweat at the thought.

Bubba: Thanks, Trashleen. Friends? Trashleen: Of course! Bubba: Do I have to go film with Tits, or can I just go pack? I don’t think I can face the camera right now. Trashleen: Don’t worry about filming. I think Tits is having trouble getting off the sofa anyway! She seems to be wedged...

Bubba: I’m so sorry, Trashleen… you deserve better. Trashleen: Losing doesn’t make you less worthy of love! We're here because I’m hurtling towards forty, single, childless, addicted to nicotine, and at war with my toxic mother, but that doesn’t define me. And this competition doesn’t define you.

Bubba was heartbroken. He’d fallen for Trashleen from afar, dreaming of the day she might see the man behind the flip-flops. He’d hoped for just a little time to win her heart, but it wasn’t to be, and now he didn’t know which way to turn.