Tabooger is playing pool with my simself. I wonder what kind of conversations these two have, both of them evil and all.
Starla: Mostly we discuss my marriage to Darren Criss.
Starla: And our new baby as well.
Okay you can shut your gloating up now. Also, yes, that is exactly the stance I use when I play pool. HOW DID SHE KNOW?
Oh, look. 7 has a friend over. Could it be one of the many prom dates of his?
7: You’re my favorite, baby.
She happens to be a vampire and her name is Tawana. Tawana suck your blood! Har har.
7: …No one’s watching us, right?
Tawana: No, of course there’s no one behind you taking screenshots of the rare affections you’re displaying for me.
7: BECAUSE FLOWERS :3
Tawana: Oh, they’re lovely! And red. Blood red. Mmm, you — I mean they—smell delicio—er, nice.
7: Goin’ to prom with me? You’re the only one I want to waste my time with.
Tawana: You’re choosing me over everyone else?
7: You’ve got 5 seconds. Take it or leave it, there are plenty of others who wouldn’t hesitate.
Tawana: You’re so dreamy when you’re arrogant. Of course I’ll go with you.
Laundry Hamper: *tries to blend in with the wall*
Laundry Hamper: *fails*
She slept over in a very innocent and uncomfortable way.
Lucky for her, the TINY KITTEN AWW protected her from the vicious creatures of Sunset Valley.
I still haven’t named the kittens. First three comments with one name suggestion each will get to do it for me, READYGOPLEASEI’MLAZY.
Vicious creatures like this one, for example. What are you doing in there, silly Stray Dog? That isn’t your home. You don’t have a home. That’s why you’re a stray. No one wants you.
Stray Dog: I will eat you like chicken. Back up off me.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Oh no, this can’t be happening!
What? That there’s actually a screenshot of you this time?
Peaches Honeyblossom: No, school is cancelled today. It’s horrible! What about the homework? I NEED THE HOMEWORK.
Tabooger: First Creeper to graduate EVER, bitches!
I didn’t realize they cancelled school for graduation day.
Tabooger: Yeah, yeah, this isn’t about you. This is about ME and my diploma. Now wait here while I go do cool stuff.
Apparently the Grim Reaper’s graduating too? It says Grim Reaper, but he’s clearly not…
Grim Reaper: Ah, another memory for the scrapbook. Mumsy would be proud.
Hermione: You’re not here for me, are you? Because I’m nearly ready for a promotion.
Hermione’s a busy woman, but I am losing faith in her ability to become Leader of the Free World. Mainly because I’m the one controlling her. Real Hermione would be fine. I just fail at making friends for her.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Why is he here?
Spec Wildhorse: And why is he wearing that douchebag Xander Clavell hat?
Peaches Honeyblossom: He’s making our thought bubbles blank. This is so awkward!
Grim Reaper: Hey, Death is allowed a high school diploma too. Don’t be a bully.
Tabooger: This thing is bigger than my FACE, I love it!
Grim Reaper: Psh, I’m too sexy for a face.
Most Likely to Burn Down Their Own House…
Tabooger: SOUNDS LEGIT.
Grim Reaper: And I’ll be there for you when you do.
Please make sure you’re dressed appropriately then because no one’s going to take you seriously in that attire.
After graduation, everyone headed to Uncle Dweezil’s house for a small family reunion.
Sage’s Phone: *ruins the shot*
Sage’s Formalwear: *was clearly never edited*
Sage Moonblood: WHY would they put me in heels? Whoever did this should be fired.
Jeeze, Sage, they’re only like an inch high.
Sage Moonblood: This inch will still hurt when it goes up your–
Dweezil: Well hello there. This is pleasant and unexpected.
Tu Morrow: And unwelcome.
Tu lives with them because she’s a bitch and alone.
Finn: *is too good to be a part of any of this*
She did adopt a boy at one point. His name is Vince I think. He kind of reminds me of Gerald. Isn’t it nice to be adopted, Vince? To have a home?
Vince: I’m living in a one bedroom house with six other people. I was better off at the orphanage.
Whatever. Ungrateful XD
Sage Moonblood: Sorry for the paparazzi snapping pictures through your window. It’s just what comes with awesomeness like mine.
Paparazzi: Take it off, Sage!
Sage Moonblood: Oh, my dear girl, you are not ready for this jelly.
Vivian: HI, I’m your cousin Vivian and I’m adorable! It’s too bad we’re cousins because you sure could use my amazing genetics.
Spec Wildhorse: That’s cool. Sometimes people tell me I look like Orlando Bloom.
And then everyone went home and went to bed. Cheshy slept on the counter even though I told him to get down about 53 times.
The next day is Saturday, which is the day of the prom, also known as THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF A TEENAGER’S LIFE (but not really). Spec and Peaches don’t have dates yet, so they’re calling the people they’re closest to and it’s a race to see who can snag one first.
Trollface: U GONNA LOSE BRO, U MAD?
My prom date was lame and I wish I’d gone without one, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to force my sims to take them. This is the first legacy prom, so they HAVE to. Or else. RAWR.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Take as long as you need to get here, Jerome. I’ve got to figure out how to get my arm out of the wall k bye!
A genius, everyone.
Spec’s target gets there first. She’s in a relationship with Malcolm Landgraab, but she gives him red flowers right away, which seems like a good sign.
Spec Wildhorse: *SQUEALS*
If that’s not a face you can fall in love with, well… um… good, because WOW. You cannot unsee that.
Spec Wildhorse: I’d like to hold you now.
Lisa: Nasty! Get the hell away from me!
But you just…The flowers…
Lisa: Has anyone told you you look a lot like Orlando Bloom, sexy boy?
Trollface: Mixed signals. Problem?
Meanwhile, Peaches’ boy makes it over.
Jerome: OH MY GOSH I HOPE SHE ASKS ME TO PROM.
Peaches Honeyblossom: What is this? Someone could actually be attracted to me?
Imagine that. He looks a little jaundiced though. It probably messes with his brain.
Jerome: Haaaaaay gurl.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Um, hello.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Would you like to escort me to prom?
Jerome: OF COURSE.
Spec Wildhorse: Flirt please?
Lisa: LOL no.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Okay, bye! See you in a few hours!
Jerome: Bye bye.
Spec Wildhorse: Aw, come on, Lisa, I just lost the race!
Lisa: You are SO hot now.
Jeeze, Lisa. Stop with the teasing!
Peaches Honeyblossom: OH MY GOD WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR I LOOK LIKE A BUTT WHAT ABOUT MY HAIR I AM A TROLL WITH TINY BOOBS!
Tabooger: Relax, precious sister. I may not have gone to prom, but I know what it’s like to be hot and less weird than you. I will help you get ready.
Peaches Honeyblossom: OH THANK YOU.
7: Good luck with that. She’s a mess.
Spec Wildhorse: Please don’t throw these in the garbage with the others.
Lisa: Oh, fine. I’ll accept them this time.
Spec Wildhorse: You mean, you don’t find me disgusting anymore?
Lisa: What are you even talking about? I’ve liked you this whole time, silly.
Spec Wildhorse: Then you’ll go to prom with me without slapping my face when I try to touch you?
Lisa: Of course I will.
Tabooger: I knew he could do it.
Oh shut up, Tabooger. No one thought he would do it. I don’t trust this niceness of yours. There’s obviously an evil motive for it.
Tabooger: Don’t know what you’re talking about. Bye!
I’m watching you.
Spec Wildhorse: Well, while I’ve got you here and you’re not being impossible…
Lisa: Gonna go get ready for prom, honey. See you in a while.
Spec Wildhorse: That was the most exhausting three hours of my life.
Lisa: I heard that!
Manmaid: Look at that beautiful young woman. If she were just a little older, the things I would do…
Trollface: Giggity again.
Sage Moonblood: Look at my gorgeous kid!
Peaches Honeyblossom: Oh, mom. It’s just the dress.
Sage Moonblood: It seems like a good moment to tell you how happy you make me.
Sage Moonblood: I’m proud of all of you for being able to grow up with a busy politician and a drunk for mothers. But mostly, I’m just glad you’re not ugly.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Um. Thanks?
Sage Moonblood: Now go to prom and kick some ass!
Best pre-prom motivational speech ever.
The prom dates have arrived! Yay!
Jerome: Is it awkward that we’re siblings taking other siblings to prom?
This big white limo has arrived too! WHO IS EXCITED?
Peaches Honeyblossom: This is the PROM, guys. This is THE greatest day of our lives.
7: I sure as fuck hope not. I got better plans for my life.
Lisa: Now why didn’t I get HIM for a prom date?
Spec Wildhorse: Foreveralone :(
Now let’s take you through the highlights.
Aww, good work, Peaches.
Right after prom, Peaches realizes it’s her birthday.
Peaches Honeyblossom: No more homework? And I’ve only just began feeling pretty and have a boyfriend, too. Figures.
Wow, Peaches is actually… really hot. Who saw THAT coming?
Bathroom: WALL FAIL, WALL FAIL LOL.
Omg that’s embarrassing D: MY BAD GUISE.
Peaches Honeyblossom: Ugly duckling, hmph.
I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure she grew up with the trait Photographer’s Eye.
AND GET OFF THE DAMN COUNTER, CHESHY.
Next time: I have no idea! The twins might grow up and we can get to the heir poll!