~*~5 Years Later~*~
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You Look Like I Need A Drink -- The song link for anyone who's into punk and/or wants to listen -- Timestamps 1:00-2:10
Transcript:
[Alarm Beeps]
[Deep breath in and out]
Song playing:
And as the morning came and the city woke
And in the building people all went to work
As their rides out of town came they parted ways
She said, "Do you know when you're coming back again?"
Dig it deeper, deeper, and farther still
Bury it up and over and into the ground
All these lies will grow in ways that we never thought possible
If you quiet down, down, down, so soft of a sound
You can hear it all coming back after you
Quiet down, down, down, so soft of a sound
You can hear it all coming back after you
And now you want to take it back
You think you might have fucked up
Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracked skull
There's yelling all around, get up, get up, please start breathing
And the moment will come when you finally realize
The results of decision and choices in your life
Can you hear it all coming back after you?
Down, down, down, so soft of a sound
Can you hear it all coming back after you?
Going down, down, down, so soft of a sound
Can you hear it all coming back after you?
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Sims 4 Base Game Save File - WIP UPDATE 💭📝
Hi everyone! I wanted to share a lil update on my base game save file progression.
✨Lots in Oasis Springs are done being placed, I'll probably add some finishing touches on them. (all lots have been grabbed from the gallery from creators and some edits by me have been done to them to fit the aesthetic of the vibe - everyone has been credited in the builds description + will be in the main save file post when it's released)
📝I started making this save file back in May, Sadly I lost the work I did on it due to a glitch with my computer but everything is good now and I had the inspiration + time to work on this again! This save file will be heavy on the LORE and STORY BASED.
✨💭Willow Creek will be a MISSION/GOAL based town which I'm sure some of you will love! (I'm really excited about the lore for WC and all the character development I get to create!!)
I don't want to give away too much because I want it a surprise, so I'll keep Willow Creek's lore and backstory a surprise in the meantime.
Enjoy the sneak peek! I am hoping to release this at the end of this month or October! I don't want to put a true timeline on this because this is such a fun creative project for me and I don't want to rush it!
-Big virtal hugs!
Savy 💗
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Chapter Fourteen
College is cancelled as the snow gets worse, so Claire and I spend the week in our apartment hanging out with each other, just like we used to during the long weekends of our 6th year, nobody but each other. We agree to leave the heating on all day because it’s a weather emergency and I try not to think too much about the bill, justifying that if I’m not going out to bars and clubs I’m saving money, so I can funnel it into keeping our cold feet warm during the storm.
We take her big feather down duvet from her bed and watch nineties chick flicks on the couch all day, eating through every last morsel of food in the apartment so that we don’t have to brave the weather to get supplies from the nearest supermarket, which has already been raided of all its bread and eggs as the hysterical Irish have once again entered panic mode over five inches of snow.
We send Shane on a mission to Marks & Spencers on Henry Street to get fancy food to make up for the miserable offerings of the local Tesco Express, but even the trains have stopped by now, so he has to cycle from Clonskeagh. When he arrives hours later we rejoice. Claire kisses him all over his face while I dive for the carrier bags, pulling out the fancy oven dinners we requested, huge bars of Dairy Milk chocolate, Percy Pigs and gourmet crisps with fancy flavours like flame grilled steak and sour cream and shamrock.
“I’ve another thing for you as well, Evie.” He says, and throws something at me which I fail to catch. “Happy birthday.”
I dive for it, a small soft packet that’s ended up under the kitchen table. “You shouldn’t have.” I say. “What is it?”
“Well you’ll find out if you open it.” He says.
“Right.” I rip open the clumsily taped paper and there’s a cute little knitted hat inside. It’s red, my favourite colour, and I gasp with surprise and hug it to my chest. It’s so warm and soft to the touch. “Oh wow! Did your mam make this?”
“I asked her to yeah. You said you needed a new hat so…”
“I love it.” I pull it over my ears and pull a model face for Claire who laughs. I don’t get up and try to hug Shane because I know how much he would hate it, so I settle for beaming at him until he goes a bit red instead. “I always wanted her to teach me how to knit.”
“She’d definitely do it, just ask her sometime.”
“I can see it, me becoming someone who knits stuff, like big ugly lumpy scarves and horrible mittens.” I sigh. “I miss your mam.”
“I’d say she probably misses you as well.”
Our conversation is interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket and my heart instantly does an anxious skip when I feel it, but then I’m just frustrated to see another message from Dean.
Bored. Do you want to hang out?
I sigh and stuff it back into my pocket. I’ve been trying to ignore him all week but he’s texted me three times now, and the more he sends the more obvious it is that I’m trying to avoid him, which I’m sure he will consider some sort of childish drama.
“Who’s that?” Claire wants to know, and I admit to her that it’s Dean, which makes a muscle twitch in Shane’s jaw.
“What’s he want off you?” He asks tersely.
“Just to hang out.” I say.
“Are you saying no, or?”
“Well, I’m saying nothing at all. I don’t know how to approach it, you know, like, giving him a hard ‘no’. It seems harsh.”
Shane takes the bag from the table and starts unpacking the groceries. “It’s spelled N O.” He explains. “Very easy.”
“Yes but I feel bad, like I couldn’t explain to him why I suddenly don’t want to see him, because really, it’s out of pure awkwardness, and I just can’t face him at the moment.”
“Can’t you say ‘I don’t hang around with boys who… do drugs’?” Claire offers, delivering the word “drugs” in that uncomfortable way that a mother would. I shake my head. “Well, no, because I’m embarrassed that I didn’t know that already, considering how obvious it apparently was.” I sigh, flashing back to the vigour with which he was rubbing his nose at my party. “I suppose it’s not really him, it’s me.”
“Nah I’d say it’s him, probably.” Shane says as he shoves the crisp packets into the cupboard beside the oven. “Just leave it, don’t talk to him anymore.”
I lope over to the couch and flop down onto it heavily. “It must be very easy to be you, Shane.” I say. “Able to just say whatever you’re thinking to anybody who annoys you.”
“As can you.”
“I couldn’t.” I insist, because whenever I do something that causes somebody to dislike me I feel the desire to move towns to get away from seeing them. Or I wish I was never born. Whichever. “I don’t want any conflict.”
“You know that sometimes conflict isn’t a bad thing, don’t you?”
“Shh.” I say, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume of whatever movie we had playing in the background. “I’m watching TV.”
The next day, Friday, I finally venture out of the apartment in pursuit of a coffee, also to stretch my legs and get some exercise after being entirely sedentary for the bones of four straight days, but mostly for a coffee as I’ve got wind of a rumour that a café on Dame Street is still open.
The outside world is crisp, clear and shockingly bright, a thick white shawl over the city, shaken out of the arms of the trees and grown on the roofs of buildings like moss. It crunches underfoot as I make my way past the park where a group of children are taking turns on a plastic sled, and further up the street where the paths have been salted and the snow has turned into slush there are more of them building a lumpen snowman that is more brown than white, snow mixed with the dirt from the ground.
One boy yanks another out of my way as I pass them. “Get out of the way of the lady.” He scolds, and it makes my eyebrows shoot up my forehead. Since when do people see me as a lady? It’s freaky to think about a society that is increasingly thinking about me in terms of being a woman when in fact I feel as much like a girl as I ever have. I shuffle on towards the promise of hot coffee.
It turns out that the rumours were true, and a small café and bookshop is miraculously open despite the weather. The snow outside has been cleared from the path and the icy ground salted so the whole thing is this inviting haven, the smell of coffee beans wafting out into the frosty air as I approach it.
I order a flat white, which is this new, fancy Australian coffee that all the hipsters are into, and I settle into a soft armchair at the window, cradling the little cup in my cold hands and looking out over the flurries of soft snow that have begun to fall outside.
I look at my phone then, lingering on the messages from Dean again and I realise that this whole situation makes me feel a bit sick. I’m confused. It’s clear that he made a fool of himself at my party, it’s clear that my friends vehemently disapprove of him and it’s also clear that I deserve better than him and yet it’s hard for me to shake the feelings I have for him. It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything, not by a long shot, but I haven’t felt much of anything for anybody in what feels like the longest time. It’s hard to let it go. My thumb lingers over the keyboard, almost ready to tell him that I’m free and willing to see him again, but then I stop myself and take a book from the shelf behind me so I can keep my hands distracted.
The caffeine leaves me feeling a bit jittery and anxious when I leave the café and head back outside, so I decide to take a brisk walk down the street and into the Christchurch Cathedral grounds, where the same flower beds that bloomed with tulips last week are covered in a thick sheet of snow. The roof of the cathedral is dusted in white and gives the entire building the quaint, nostalgic appearance of a gingerbread house, an ostentatiously festive scene considering it’s early spring now. I do a lap of the grounds, my feet sinking into the virgin snow with a satisfying crunch.
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🔥 Lord Pichit x Kla 🥊 [4] END
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"อ่าาาาาา ... อูยยยยยยย"
"อืมมมม ... นี่มันเกินกว่าที่ข้าคิดไว้อีกนะท่านเจ้าคุณพิชิต ปกติวิธีการเสพสมก่อนคลอดที่ข้าบอกท่าน จะมีผลทำให้แค่กระบวนการเจ็บท้องคลอดเป็นไปได้เร็วขึ้น แต่นี่ท่านทำซะพ่อกล้าถุงน้ำคร่ำแตกเลยรึ ข้าไม่เคยพบเจอมาก่อนเลยทีเดียว ..."
"... ขอโทษทีขอรับท่านหมอ ข้ายั้งแรงไม่ทันจริงๆ"
"ช่างเถอะนะ ก็ดีแล้วล่ะพ่อกล้าจะได้ออกลูกได้เร็วๆ ยิ่งนานกว่านี้ข้ากลัวพ่อกล้าจะหมดแรงซะก่อน"
"อ๊ะ อูยยยยยย ไม่ต้องห่วงขอรับท่านหมอ ข้าจะไม่หมดแรงจนกว่าข้าจะคลอดลูกของท่านเจ้าคุณออกมาได้อย่างปลอดภัยขอรับ!"
"พ่อกล้า ..."
"ดี! มีแรงใจแบบนี้ข้าก็หายห่วง งั้นข้าขอตรวจดูเด็กในท้องก่อนนะว่ากลับหัวลงมาเต็มที่รึยัง อาจจะเจ็บหน่อยนะพ่อกล้า ชีวิตนี้ข้าทำคลอดมาเป็นร้อยๆท้องก็ยังไม่เคยพบเจอใครที่ท้องใหญ่เท่าพ่อกล้าเลย ข้าอาจจะกะแรงได้ไม่ถูกนัก"
"ไม่เป็นไรครับท่านหมอ เอาเลยขอรับ! อื้อออออออ อูยยยยยย"
"เรียบร้อยแล้วล่ะพ่อกล้า ข้าตรวจดูแล้วเด็กในท้องกลับหัวลงมาเต็มที่แล้วนะ เหลือเพียงให้ช่องคลอดพ่อกล้าเปิดเต็มที่ก็เริ่มเบ่งได้แล้วล่ะ ตอนนี้พ่อกล้าก็พักออมแรงไว้ก่อนนะ ลองค่อยๆลุก ค่อยๆเดินดู จะช่วยทำให้ช่องคลอดพ่อกล้าเปิดได้เร็วขึ้นนะ ส่วนท่านเจ้าคุณก็ให้บ่าวไปต้มน้ำมา กับเอาผ้ามาเยอะเถิด อีกไม่นานก็จะได้เวลาแล้วล่ะ"
"ได้เลยขอรับ ไอ้แดง! เอ็งรีบไปต้มน้ำเดี๊ยวนี้!"
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June 21
I somehow managed to get in more of a nap then I thought I would, when I woke up it was shortly before midnight. I had Caleb use his phone to check on Dakota, Lily and Lilith. They were all doing well, no sign of James. I took another bath with some help from Caleb, it was getting harder and harder for me to move without the fear of falling. I was feeling unsteady, so I had Caleb walk with me a bit before I sat down on my very purple ball for some exercises Annalise recommended to help with labor.
I finally couldn't take it anymore.
I screamed in agony from a contraction and ordered Caleb to help me change into something not only cooler but to help me get rid of my pants. After that I slowly and stubbornly made me way to our bed and leaned back carefully into the birthing pillows.
Caleb seemed worried as he lovingly held my hand, placing kisses on it. He was whispering something but I couldn't make it out. We had Annalise first check the baby's heartbeat, which was good and strong. Then she finally told me news I wanted to hear, I was almost fully dilated.
I reared up, yanking off my headband in agitation during yet another contraction. "Get this baby out of me!"
Caleb placed his hands on my face and tried to console me though part of me wanted to cut off his favorite appendage at that moment.
The feeling passed when he lovingly kissed my forehead. "I have never loved you more than I love you right now. You are about to bring our child into the world. You are truly remarkable."
I cried out of pain and out of all the emotions and thoughts that were swirling around inside me like a hurricane. Annalise asked to check me again. My body was finally ready, mentally and emotionally I had been ready yesterday.
Caleb helped me onto my knees, we had decided he would be the one to help guide our child out as long as there were no complications. Annalise would be close by just in case and to instruct Caleb on what to do.
After what felt like hours of pushing and screaming on my part, it finally happened. We heard the first cry of our child, Annalise helped me sit back on the bed as I almost collapsed from exhaustion and emotion.
After nine months she finally arrived. Our little starfish, Este Evie Vatore. Named after both our mothers. I can't wait for all our loved one to meet her.
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