Welcome To Tinsel Town, 3.02
I've had about half of these pictures sitting here since August, the rest I played just last week. I figured it was time to get these guys out again!
Celie: Ah shit, they're still here. Time to drink some more.
Girl just about lives at that bar.
I don't remember who you are (I took this picture back in August!) but hellloooo hot zombie townie.
Being drunk doesn't do good things for Celie. She's starving, so got drunk. She got drunk, and wanted to sleep. She was so drunk she forgot she was a vampire, and that there were FOUR perfectly good coffins and TWO perfectly good beds upstairs, as well as a couch she could nap on. She wanted the hammock...outside...in the sun. IDIOT.
If only she held onto that pee for just a little longer...
Then maybe she could've put herself out. But no. Girl baked herself into the afterlife. Again.
And life goes on...for some. If you can call what the undead have as life, that is.
I don't know who that would be more uncomfortable for - J, for wearing her ghostly father's hair like an unwanted merkin, or for Callias, for suddenly needing to wash his hair of J cooties.
I guess we have our answer! It must be a bitch to wash and dry hair like that.
Genie: Rule number three, I can't bring people back from the dead. It's not a pretty picture. I don't like doing it!
J: You big fat liar. You did it once, do it again.
Genie: Fine. But I really won't like it!
J: What? She's not a zombie? Can't you do ANYTHING right?
Genie: Made you look.
J: What?
Genie: *poofs*
J's fears are all about being enemies with her family members, including her baby! I decide that Celie is the best for this task.
I love how their shadows and mood things are reflected, but not them.
Is that a love bite you've got going, Edward?
Ooo the case of the floating fangs! Can ya see 'em? Can ya?
I have no idea why his fangs decided to go AWOL like that.
Poppity pop!
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd it's birthday time! Throw that baby!
This was just to prove that a) Edward's fangs are back in his mouth where they belong, and b) that Alex's natural hair is blue.
Neither Edward or J roll wants or fears to do with Alex's education, it's great.
And isn't he adorable?? Look at those lips!
Celie: He calls it his Love Train? Seriously? What is he, 12?
J: Aww don't be like that. It does the job just fine, and he can find all the stations, if you know what I mean.
Celie: There aren't that many stations to find, honey. It's not like he's building the Washington Monument out of toothpicks with it.
Edward: I love it when she rides the Love Train.
J: Well his Love Train can ride the rails all night long, and that's what matters.
Elwood: You did WHAT to my granddaughter?
Edward: I had to! It was part of the rules!! I swear!!
Edward: I feel a little faint. Has my dazzle worn off? No, that's not possible!
Celie: Well, at least it isn't me.
J: Die slower! I can't move as fast as I normally do!
Edward Cullen:
Escaped the Spanish Flu.
Survived being an eternal teenage vampire.
Outwitted the Volturi.
Killed by furniture.
Okay, so Elwood had some piece of the action, but how many people could survive a table leg through the head like that?
Celie: Guess that means the bastard gets out of doing the dishes tonight.
Oh J, you're breaking my heart.
J: Please! You've got to let him live! Millions of teenage girls will die of glittery heartbreak if you don't bring him back! You can take my mother instead! Please, take my mother!
Celie: Oy! I heard that!
J: YES! Now, when can you take the old hag?
Celie: I'm still here!
Aww, a loving family moment.
Followed immediately by J laying it on Celie. Or trying to. When having an argument, it helps if the other person is paying attention to you.
Celie: I'm too pretty to care about anyone else.
That looks like it's going to be incredibly awkward so-glad-you're-not-dead-any-more sex.
Edward: Next time, can...can I wear your shoes?
J: Well, it'll make a nice change from my wedding dress, so sure.
Alex needed a more generation appropriate colour for his hair. So, bright orange it is!
Alex: Good potty. Eat my poo poos.
This is Celie being excited. I know potty training isn't that fun, but could you put a bit of life into it?
I think she overdid the botox, don't you?
Edward: So was the after death sex better or worse than the before death sex?
Celie: *plots evilly*
Why, it's always a nice night to swim through the carpet, isn't it Count JerryVal?
Edward: Why does love have to hurt so much? Well, hurt her so much? I'm just glad it's not me.
J: If you don't shut up it WILL be you!
Edward: Well fine. I'm going to go build a sandcastle.
Edward: A sandcastle.
What the hell is up with your eyes, dude??
A girl! Dim! And her name seems to suit her here. We're still using names from A Clockwork Orange here. That reminds me, I need to find the list of names, I haven't seen it in a few months...
That's better :) Pretty girl!
Edward did come back upstairs, and as you can tell, he's just thrilled with another baby.
AND THEN I CHEATED. OH YES. YES I DID. DO YOU WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING OF IT?
I cured them of vampirism. Why? Because I missed J's pretty green face.
I changed him, too, because, well, why not. I DID replace the vampirism with something else, though.
I'm sure it won't be so hard to guess.
Man, Val loves to swim, and he doesn't care where.
J: That's it, keep walking, and I'll teach you how to trip your grandmother!
She just looks so happy and gorgeous. I loves her a lot! She's my favourite born in game sim, I think.
Celie: Fuck, I have to go back to work?? Screw this shit. Hurry up and smite me!
Oh J. That disturbs me so much. So very, very much.
His hair just GLOWS.
A doggy bed is good enough for naps, seeing as Dim has taken over the crib, and they're all to lazy to be carrying kids up and down the stairs.
Celie finally makes it home from work, and tries to go to sleep, but can't.
Are you sensing a pattern, here?
Celie: Hey, I'm on the pot! Get out of here!
She wasn't on for very long, though.
Shoving yourself through the wall is sure to have consequences.
Celie: Ugh, my head hurts.
That'd be one of those consequences.
And that's why you should've stayed ON the toilet while you were there.
Again, her solution is go to the hammock, like it's got magic powers to fill her stats panel with glorious green lines or something.
It doesn't, btw. But do you like her stink lines?
Edward: THIS IS NOT HOW I USUALLY DAZZLE!!
Edward: OH MY GOD MY DICK IS ON FIRE. FIRE! WHAT THE HELL BITCHES?
Edward: You're kidding me, right? I haven't had to shave in over a hundred years, and now I sprout all the hair I've been missing out on??
Celie: Yeah, I'm going to need to be more drunk than usual, I think.
Dinner: RAWR I can cut you to pieces! SNIP SNIP SNIP No more happy sack time for You!
Celie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE'RE OUT OF VODKA???
I don't know about you, but I don't think I'd want leftovers that had been glued to the plate or shoved through the dishwasher like that.
Celie: It's a pity that being dead didn't work out for you. It really suited you.
Edward: Oh, I think it suited you much better. I sparkle to much to stay dead for too long.
Edward: Unlike you, however, your skin tone is just perfect for death...
Oh, J. That work uniform is just not flattering.
Aww, snuggle puppies!
Jacob would shit himself if he saw Edward like this, I bet.
So, you're tired, hungry, stinky and drunk. What's the best thing you can do? Go swimming, of course! Doesn't Celie look happy as she stalks into the water?
Celie: Really? Can I go to bed now? I don't like it out here.
No.
Alex: I feel a disturbance in the force.
I haven't seen A Clockwork Orange, so I'll probably use Star Wars jokes instead. Just a heads up.
Meanwhile...
lauriethemuppet taught me that sims can drown in the ocean. Did you know that?
That doesn't explain why she's glowing, though.
But, um, oops? This is why you don't drink and swim, people.
Death: YOU'RE KIDDING ME, RIGHT? I'M NOT GOING OUT THERE. I'D HAVE TO GET MY ROBE DRY CLEANED, AND DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THAT COSTS? I DON'T LIKE SITTING AROUND IN MY UNDERROOS, PEOPLE.
So Edward and J went out after Celie, while Death stayed on the beach like the wussy tightwad he is.
Edward: Ding dong the witch is dead!
J: Well, that was an interesting night. Wait, did my fur wash off??
I thought I might even give my House of Trouser sims an airing out next, I haven't touched them for aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaages. And maybe The Batmanigans, too.
Also, I think I may have messed up the numbering for this generation, but I can't be bothered fixing it, and it doesn't matter that much anyway.
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