More Sims stuff... and GIF spamming.

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Seeing as there are a bunch of holiday decorations in the catalog that aren't being put to good use, Abigail and Frances decided to go all out and decorate their humble little abode for Christmas!



And they decorated the inside too!



And of course you can't forget about the Christmas tree!
Abby: Hmm... is it possible to be best friends with a tree?



In non-Christmas related news, Edison grew up. Into kind of a weird-looking cat.



But still strangely adorable. <333



Oh, look, he's making friends with one of the neighborhood strays! How cute!



Then again... maybe not.



Rule #1: Never try to pet an electricity-filled reindeer. Rule #2: Never expect your townie "friends" to help you out after said petting occurs.



OMG POOR ABBY. :( PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP HER!



Abby: SERIOUSLY. MAKE THE TORTURE STOP. SOMEONE. I'M BEGGING YOU.
Townie: OMG, what happened to you?????? *covers mouth in disbelief but still refuses to save her from near death*



Don't worry, she survived that freak reindeer attack! And now knows to only pet things that can't "pet" you back... like adorable little penguins.



Frances: Hey, honey, look what's up there above our heads...
Abby: Wait, what are you talking about?



STOP. MISTLETOE TIME.

And then, of course, it was Santa Claus time. I am warning you beforehand because the images that follow are not the Santa you may be expecting. Okay, ready?



Apparently, Santa in the Simworld is a blond. This revelation shocked me too.



Also, Santa cookies make him thinner instead of fatter. YOU IMPOSTOR! WHERE IS THE REAL SANTA AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!?



Not that Abby and Frances cared. They were too busy in the bedroom. And, you know what, blond Santa doesn't even deserve the gift of their presence because the only gift he gave them was a stupid old teddy bear. What a rip-off.



The next logical step is to have a New Year's Party which literally blew up in Frances' face.



Frances: HOLY SHIT, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!?



Goddamn, these people have the worst luck with electrical/exploding devices.



Several showers later, it's so far so good with the sparklers. Thank goodness.



Unfortunately, the party guests - including Edison - don't seem to enthused to go join the party in the backyard.



Finally, Father Time arrives and Frances does her best to get the real party started.
Frances: Come on, guys! Just give me one good pot banging before you call it a day, huh?



At last! A little real enthusiasm finally manages to shine through!



Except in Fleur that is, who's just wondering who the fuck these crazy people are and why they are banging on pots and pans while shouting at the top of their lungs. By the way, I'm going to spare you the transformation into Baby New Year because... the baby ended up having an invisible body which was terrifying. Between that and the blond Santa, I think something might have gone wrong with my Holiday Stuff Pack installation. Eh, what can I expect? I got it for free, after all.

Now that all the winter festivities are over, spring finally rolls around and that means the weather is finally appropriate for an outdoor wedding! So without further ado...

WEDDING SPAM:









Well, this is a little awkward.





The wedding wasn't very interesting. But it sure was adorable! <333



And now the two of them are off on a little beach honeymoon getaway!



Over at the Morales-Sullivan-Morton residence... they've moved into a new residence. You see, their lot suddenly started crashing whenever I tried to load it and I thought maybe moving them to a new one would fix it. Well, turns out the problem was actually some random piece of custom content so the move wasn't necessary but they needed a new house for when the babies are born anyway. Speaking of babies, who's looking adorably pregnant while adorably playing with a stray cat? Kate is!



Just in case that first picture wasn't proof enough.



So some random townie called up to invite one of the boys out on the town and, lo and behold, when they actually got to their destination they found out he brought five friends along with him. Geez, way to hold out on vital information. Maybe we didn't want to have an entire posse along for the night.



Leo got stuck with all of the girls.



And Finn with the guys. But instead of enjoying all of the man candy surrounding him, I think he's more concerned that his husband's getting stolen away by the opposite sex.



OMG. FLEUR. COULD YOU BE ANY CUTER RIGHT NOW?!?



Finn: Hehe, okay, lady, calm down. Please stop hitting me. Leo? Honey? Where'd you go? I need a little help over here...



Well, I guess everyone's just deciding to get their woohoo on tonight. For some reason, random townie hook-ups really amuse me.



And so do random Mrs. Crumplebottom attacks.



Townie Guy: MY GIRLFRIEND'S GETTING HIT BY A CRAZY OLD BAG LADY! SO I'M SINGING THIS SONG INSTEAD OF 
DEFENDING HER! LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
Townie Girl: WTF is going on in here?...



So far, this vampire lady isn't doing a very good job of bringing the creep factor. She's just bringing the dork factor. Big time.



Next day, Kate decides she's tired of spending so much time cooped up in the house so she asks this guy, Kennedy, out on a date.



As all good dates should, this one starts off with a rousing game of rock, paper, scissors.



But halfway through, Kate realizes why a pregnant woman shouldn't be going out on dates for extended periods of time. Because they get tired and cranky and abandon their potential love interests before dinner's even over.



Aww, poor girl...




Well, who would've guessed? It looks like cranky pregnant women are Kennedy's idea of a good time after all.



Yeah, she's having a really rough time of it.



Once Kate finally managed to drag her ass into bed without finishing her sandwich, Damia (who for some reason is now a frequent fixture of this household; I think she's just an attention whore trying to sneak into as many pictures as possible) decided to take the liberty of finishing it for her.



Damia: Oh, was that not supposed to be for me? My bad.



WTF? You two are supposed to be gay. As in, not being romantically attracted to women... no matter how sexy of a romance Sim they are.



Finn: Seriously, what's up with my husband's sudden interest in women? We haven't even made out in days!



BABBY TIME?



Meet little Evan, who had to be deposited onto the floor because his dads were too busy sleeping to hold him and he had to make way for...



his twin sister, Ava! Who doesn't look too sure she wants to be born into this crazy world after all.



Basically, I hate babies and think they're useless and kind of go on autopilot while raising them. So there aren't any pictures between birth and toddlerhood besides this one. But this one pretty much sums it up. There was a lot of "stupid Sim lays child on floor instead of in crib" syndrome going on.



Unfortunately for Leo, since he's the only one without a "real" job, most of the child-rearing duties fall on him. And he's none too happy about it, believe me.



Anyway, toddler Evan! He has these adorable ears that stick out and maybe that's what all toddlers' ears look like but I just noticed them on him and they make even more adorable!



And Ava, also adorable, naturally.



Despite their adorableness, they are actually little hellions. I have the most pictures of Evan being a brat but Ava did her fair share of whining as well.



She's smiling on the outside... but she's crying on the inside.



Ava: AVA NOT ASK FOR BOTTLE! AVA ASK FOR BED! AVA TIRED NOT HUNGRY!
Listen, kid, you're lucky you even got a bottle so pipe down over there.



BAD EVAN! STOP THAT NONSENSE RIGHT NOW!



Leo: Oh crap... I think I was so busy feeding the children I forgot to feed myself.
Don't worry, he subsequently got adequately fed before being sent back to the hellfire nursery.



OKAY. SERIOUSLY. THIS NEEDS TO STOP RIGHT NOW! YOU HEAR ME? RIGHT. NOW.



Damia: Wow... they've really let this place go to ruins, haven't they?
Have a little sympathy, dear. They've got two demon children that are a little more important than a beautiful lawn right now.



Since there's not really any time for socializing around here at the moment, Leo instead convinces this faux-raver to do a little gardening to keep himself busy.



Instead, he decides he's going to become an impromptu babysitter.
Leo: Dude, I told you to garden. Stay away from my kid, you creep.



Evan, hasn't one of your parents taught you to never accept a bottle from a creepy, poorly-dressed stranger?




I wish I could say this is the bottle that dude gave him and he's trying to poison the little tyke but, alas, it's a later incident. Still, I can't imagine anything good coming of this.



Told you so.
Leo: I hate my life. Please, God, if you have any mercy, just strike me dead now.



This post is brought to you by Matt Smith and Karen Gillan and their adorably platonic relationship both on and off-screen. Not gonna lie, I kind of ship them in real life. (Also, I apologize for all the extra loading time these cause. I couldn't help it! It's hard to narrow the selection down when there's so much cuteness to choose from!) (Also, also, I want to be Karen. She's adorable, she's hilarious, she has great hair, and she gets to hang out with Matt all the time. Amazing.)













Oh, and obligatory:


Finally, this hilarious video (Hulloooooooooo!):

Okay, last one I promise, but this is funny too: