The Alpha Legacy! two.point.oh
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stillonmystringLast time: Just read the last entry. It's right below you after all.
Let's start off with this lovely shot of Piggy not being a pest for once (see: every other moment of her existence) and instead occupying herself with batting at some butterflies. It's okay: no butterflies were harmed in the making of this picture. Hopefully.
Then some random teenage townie decided to drop by and ruin all her fun by picking her up and giving her a good squeeze.
Townie: You are so cute, you little kitty cat. Yes, you are. Yes, you are!
Piggy: DO. NOT. WANT!
Concerning more pertinent issues, according to the mini-challenge I picked last time, this painting is one of the last few "gifts" bestowed upon the family by a "dead relative" (just go with it, okay?). Can you tell I'm running out of decorative objects that cost around one thousand simoleons and aren't tacky as shit? Also, I should probably re-introduce everyone to Adam, who was born at the end of the last update and officially starts generation two rolling!
Royce: Look, I'm holding my son without dropping him! I guess this really isn't quite as hard as it looks after all.
That's all good and fine, Royce, but notice that putrid green odor quickly filling up your breathing space? You might want to take care of that too before both you and the so far sole heir to the throne perish in an unfortunate accident involving one diaper and its astronomical levels of stink.
Well, Tally's work friend here decided to conveniently ignore the fact that she is a married woman and attempted to set her up on a date. And, really, what fun is it if we refuse the offer? Tally never claimed to be a one-man kinda gal, after all. So bring Mr. Mystery Man on! What Royce doesn't know can't hurt him.
Work Friend: Smooth landing, dude. Way to leave a lasting impression, you dolt.
Blind Date: Hey, so that sexy redhead is my date? Awesome. It's so nice to meet - Oh God, is that a litter box I just landed on top of? BRB, throwing up my lunch.
I wasn't actually going to have Tally cheat at first, maybe just take advantage of the opportunity and make a new friend. But since just going on a date is apparently still cheating and this guy is trying to be some sort of womanizing Barney Stinson-lite, I said to hell with it and let them go wild.
Barney: Wow, I just have to tell you how beautiful you are. I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Now can we make out or what?
Barney: Wait a minute, WHAT?!? You're married? AND YOU HAVE A KID? Get the fuck away from me, you hussy! Do I look like some insensitive homewrecker to you? Do I?!?
Well... do you want me to answer that question honestly? Because, yes. Yes, you actually do.
Meanwhile, work friend has decided to be a creep and is stalking Royce as he sleeps the entire time. I guess she figured she needed to be paired up too or something. But this is just unacceptable. And that perma-smile isn't helping matters any either.
Barney: Alright, we've found the bed, now let's get down to business - hey, wait, what is this? Is that your husband? Are you trying to drag me into some kinky three-way here because I definitely don't play like that. Not cool, not cool at all.
Royce: Honey... who is this man I have never seen before and why is he in our bedroom?
Tally: I have no idea. You know how creepy everyone who lives in this town is. Let's just ignore him, okay?
Creepy Work Friend: Ooh, drama... I love drama. :D
Creepy Work Friend: So... how does it feel to be rejected for your date's husband while your date is still supposed to be going on? I would say sorry I set you up but... haha, you suck!
Barney: God, kick a guy while he's down, why don't you? Can't you see my heart is hurting?
Tally & Royce: *oblivious*
Tally: Holy shit, someone take care of that baby! He smells fucking terrible!
Barney: Oh, fuck, he does! By the way, I'm still pissed at you about even having a baby - not to mention, a husband - in the first place but, sweet Jesus, you are on fiiiiiyah, girl! Dayum!
Tally: There, I changed the little brat's fucking diaper. Are you happy? Now can I get back to my date or what?
Speaking of that date, I don't believe Barney will ever be gracing us with his presence again but one thing did come of it: Tally got pregnant during that hilariously inappropriate, impromptu woohoo-session with Royce. Yay!
Royce: Hey, honey, what's going on?
Tally: Oh, just experiencing hell on earth aka morning sickness. How about you?
Royce: Cool. I'm just taking a little soak in the tub.
Tally: Cool. Don't mind me, I'll just keep acquainting myself with Mr. Toilet Bowl over here.
Royce: Sounds good to me.
Final "inheritance" item is this rather odd painting here. I was pretty much out of options by this point, okay? The good news is now a new challenge can start! And the winner is...
Snow White & the Seven Dwarves: the highest earning sim in your house has gone garden ornament crazy! Spend all of their pay cheques for the week on gnomes and other garden specific decor.
Another boring one. Also, I'm kind of taking liberties with this because I think you're supposed to buy only decorative stuff again but hell if I'm going to fill the yard up with eighty thousand fucking lawn gnomes. So I'm going to take the opportunity to also give them a nice garden in the first place so they actually have one to decorate. I'll show you what it looks like once the week is out.
Since one of them is not going to be contributing much to the basic financial needs of the household this week, both of them have to go out and earn some dough. So that leaves poor Adam in the hands of an elderly nanny who, surprisingly, actually turns out to be rather competent. But she only had to last a couple hours; I'm sure if she would have been there any longer she would have started showing her true colors.
And as far as Adam goes, as soon as Royce got home, he helped the little guy 'splode into an adorable toddler! Everybody give a collective "awwwww" now. Even though his old-mannish Hawaiian garb is reminding me of something Charlie Sheen's character would wear on the godawful Two and Half Men. And at that thought, I'm trying really hard to keep from throwing up in my mouth.
Adam: KITTY! KITTY! ADAM HUG KITTY!
Piggy: Can't. Breathe. Kid. Choking. Me. SOMEONE. HELP. PLEASE.
God, but isn't this just so fucking cute? I think Piggy can suck it up and suffer a bit for the adorableness. <333
Meanwhile, between being pregnant and chasing after a toddler 24/7, Tally is having a big of a rough time at the moment.
Tally: Damn it, I don't care if the kid needs me or not! PUT ME TO BED THIS INSTANT OR I WILL MURDER HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS!
Adam: Mommy crazy. Bottle poisoned? Adam hungry. Adam take his chances.
Poor thing... she didn't even make it to the bed before conking out.
...And neither did Adam. Awesome. If this isn't a cry for social services to come take him away, I don't know what is.
Alright, yeah, this might actually be even worse. A+ parenting job, guys!
Tally: Get out of my goddamn way, can't you see I'm trying to watch TV here?
Royce: Well, listen, honey, since you can't seem to do it, I'm attempting to teach our son how to walk. And unless you want him to be an eternally woddling-about dependent, that's kind of an important thing for him to learn, alright?!?
Tally: *yawn* Just take it over to the other side of the room if you don't mind. You're interrupting Ghost Whisperer.
FUCK YOU, ROYCE! I REFUSE TO LET YOUR SHITTY HOME LIFE BLEED OVER INTO YOUR WORK LIFE! WE NEED THAT MONEY!
DOUBLE FUCK YOU, ROYCE! THIS IS NOT A GOOD TIME FOR YOU TO BE DREAMING ABOUT OTHER LADIES, ALRIGHT?!? NOW KNOCK IT OFF!
Tally: *gasp* No way, you think that pseudo-hipster bitch is hot? And, oh yeah, I also think I just went into labor... if that, you know, interests you or anything.
Royce: DAMN IT, WOMAN, WHEN DID YOU EVEN GET PREGNANT AGAIN? FUCK. I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS.
Tally: Do you think it's too late to change my mind about this? GOD, DO YOU HEAR ME, I DON'T WANT THIS BABY ANYMORE! CAN'T YOU PERFORM JUST ONE LITTLE MIRACLE AND MAGICALLY UN-PREGNANT ME? PLEEEEEASE? JUST THIS ONCE?
Clearly, God's response was a big old "Fuck you!" because the baby came anyway. His name is Adrian and he gets freckles(!) like his brother but his mom's light skin and his dad's blond hair.
Any friend of Tally's who cleans up around the place without being asked is a friend of mine!
Royce: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU JUST WON THE JACKPOT! FIRST PERSON TO BREAK OUR NEW SINK WINS A MILLION DOLLARS!
Moustachio: Really?!?
Royce: No, you fucking moron. Now get lost before I really blow a fuse.
Moustachio: Okay... I'll be going now... hehe... sorry!
Royce: THIS GODDAMN TOWN. ALL MORONS. I SWEAR. FUCK 'EM ALL! AND FUCK YOU TOO YOU CHEAP PIECE OF GARBAGE! HOW DARE YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELF A SINK!
While the 'rents are out making more money to upgrade their shitty sink, the nanny has to come back and this time she has two screaming brats to take care of. You'd think this picture was proof she's still doing a decent job but, no. Alas, she's feeding the wrong kid.
Adrian: Cool it with the milk, lady! Don't you know you've fed me enough to last the rest of my infancy by now?!?
Adam: So... hungry... please... bottle... somebody? Anybody? Bueller?
Don't worry. The nanny later compensated by attempting to feed him no less than five bottles in a row. *facepalm*
Oh, shut up. I think we can all agree Piggy could stand to lose a few pounds.
Well, lookie here, Adam grew up into a cutie pie. A cutie pie in desperate need of a haircut.
Tally: Holy shit, when did that happen? Does this mean I don't have to take care of him anymore? Does it?!?
Me: ...Not exactly.
At least she's putting on a happy face for him. He's not old enough yet to tell that it's not exactly genuine.
Tally: Thank God you're here! I'm so glad to get out of the house. You see, my husband and I have been doing all this fucking and, as it turns out, when you fuck without reservations, you end up with kids. Dirty, stinking, attention-starved kids. SO LISTEN. I CAME UP WITH A BRILLIANT IDEA. IF YOU FUCK A LADY, YOU CAN'T HAVE KIDS! SO WANNA FUCK? BECAUSE I'M SUPER HORNY!
Hipster!Barista: I'm gonna have to go with... no. But thanks for the offer anyway!
Tally: Well, it was worth a shot. So can I just have some coffee instead?
Hipster!Barista: Sure thing!
Back at the ranch, it seems Adam has realized that with a toddler in the house he is no longer the center of attention. He's trying to regain his parents' favor by impressing them with his mad cleaning powers. Lord knows where those came from. But they'll certainly come in handy considering his parents throw a hissy fit at the mere sight of a puddle of water.
Unfortunately, his cleaning prowess doesn't win them over. So next step, stupid human tricks! Those seem to be the key to Royce's affection.
Except now Adrian has become a toddler and is a hundred times more adorable and shaggy-haired! Clearly, these boys take after their father with their luscious locks. I picture many hours wasted on moisturizing and conditioning in their future.
LULZ, TALLY. Not only do you come home from work sporting that ridiculous get-up, you bring home a crusty old alien man to be your "friend". Massive fail, chica.
Tally: LOL! Look at my husband over there, actually taking care of our children! Fucking hilarious, right? What a sucker!
Tally: Hey, honey, I'm wild like an animal and ready to rumble!
Royce: Not tonight. I don't much appreciate you taunting my superior abilities as a parent. Also, the kid got here first. Sorry.
Adrian is filled with rage! Those block shapes have no idea what's coming to them! RAWRRRRRRRR! (He's clearly picked up all of his parents' best anti-social and aggressive tendencies. I am overjoyed at this development, truly.)
I swear, Piggy, you are the laziest, neediest cat to ever exist! I would probably have choicer words for you right now if I wasn't so preoccupied by the humans in the household.
Seriously, Piggy, GTFO with your pathetic attention-craving self. Can't you see Tally's a little busy right now? Go chase your own tail to entertain yourself or something, God. This shot also serves as an update on the progress of their garden. And also as an update on the progress of the fetus growing inside Tally. Yeah, she's kind of trying to hide it but Tally is in fact pregnant again. Just thought you might like to know or else you would've been all shocked when she suddenly went into labor again because this was seriously the only shot of her pregnant I got.
Another garden shot. While Tally and Royce try to fool everyone into believing they're actually good at maintaining it. In fact, they're massive liars. They suck at gardening. Figures.
Meanwhile, Adam is trying to get "acquainted" with this little cutie he brought home from school with him. She doesn't seem too keen on the idea right now but he's very persistent. Just you wait; he'll totally win her over by night's end.
BUT, GODDAMNIT, PIGGY HAS TO GO AND COCKBLOCK LIKE THE MASSIVE WASTE OF ANNOYING SPACE SHE IS! I am beginning to seriously think she wants to be sent to the pound. She's certainly doing her best to get on everyone's last nerve, INCLUDING MINE. If I wasn't such a decent human being, she would be long gone by now. As it stands, I'm far too nice to follow through on any of my threats. Oh, and as to the inappropriateness of using the word "cockblock" in a situation that involves innocent young children? No comment.
P.S. Oh my God, I am such a stan for these videos, I swear. It's kind of frightening. You have no idea how anxious I'd been waiting for a new video; it took forever and I was beginning to think there wouldn't be anymore. This is a week or so old now but I still love it. Well, I love the song; the video I'm a bit undecided on. BUT THE SONG, GAH. I think it's my favorite one so far. It's just the perfect combination of ethereal and pretty and dark and eerie.
P.P.S. HOLY HELL, LOOK AT THIS FIERCE BITCH. (Click for larger.)
I swear to God, she's like the prettiest girl in the world. On top of being a stunning lyricist. And an impressive harpist. And, though some might not think so, a lovely singer. HOW IS SHE SO LUCKY AND WHY AM I NOT HER?!?
Let's start off with this lovely shot of Piggy not being a pest for once (see: every other moment of her existence) and instead occupying herself with batting at some butterflies. It's okay: no butterflies were harmed in the making of this picture. Hopefully.
Then some random teenage townie decided to drop by and ruin all her fun by picking her up and giving her a good squeeze.
Townie: You are so cute, you little kitty cat. Yes, you are. Yes, you are!
Piggy: DO. NOT. WANT!
Concerning more pertinent issues, according to the mini-challenge I picked last time, this painting is one of the last few "gifts" bestowed upon the family by a "dead relative" (just go with it, okay?). Can you tell I'm running out of decorative objects that cost around one thousand simoleons and aren't tacky as shit? Also, I should probably re-introduce everyone to Adam, who was born at the end of the last update and officially starts generation two rolling!
Royce: Look, I'm holding my son without dropping him! I guess this really isn't quite as hard as it looks after all.
That's all good and fine, Royce, but notice that putrid green odor quickly filling up your breathing space? You might want to take care of that too before both you and the so far sole heir to the throne perish in an unfortunate accident involving one diaper and its astronomical levels of stink.
Well, Tally's work friend here decided to conveniently ignore the fact that she is a married woman and attempted to set her up on a date. And, really, what fun is it if we refuse the offer? Tally never claimed to be a one-man kinda gal, after all. So bring Mr. Mystery Man on! What Royce doesn't know can't hurt him.
Work Friend: Smooth landing, dude. Way to leave a lasting impression, you dolt.
Blind Date: Hey, so that sexy redhead is my date? Awesome. It's so nice to meet - Oh God, is that a litter box I just landed on top of? BRB, throwing up my lunch.
I wasn't actually going to have Tally cheat at first, maybe just take advantage of the opportunity and make a new friend. But since just going on a date is apparently still cheating and this guy is trying to be some sort of womanizing Barney Stinson-lite, I said to hell with it and let them go wild.
Barney: Wow, I just have to tell you how beautiful you are. I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Now can we make out or what?
Barney: Wait a minute, WHAT?!? You're married? AND YOU HAVE A KID? Get the fuck away from me, you hussy! Do I look like some insensitive homewrecker to you? Do I?!?
Well... do you want me to answer that question honestly? Because, yes. Yes, you actually do.
Meanwhile, work friend has decided to be a creep and is stalking Royce as he sleeps the entire time. I guess she figured she needed to be paired up too or something. But this is just unacceptable. And that perma-smile isn't helping matters any either.
Barney: Alright, we've found the bed, now let's get down to business - hey, wait, what is this? Is that your husband? Are you trying to drag me into some kinky three-way here because I definitely don't play like that. Not cool, not cool at all.
Royce: Honey... who is this man I have never seen before and why is he in our bedroom?
Tally: I have no idea. You know how creepy everyone who lives in this town is. Let's just ignore him, okay?
Creepy Work Friend: Ooh, drama... I love drama. :D
Creepy Work Friend: So... how does it feel to be rejected for your date's husband while your date is still supposed to be going on? I would say sorry I set you up but... haha, you suck!
Barney: God, kick a guy while he's down, why don't you? Can't you see my heart is hurting?
Tally & Royce: *oblivious*
Tally: Holy shit, someone take care of that baby! He smells fucking terrible!
Barney: Oh, fuck, he does! By the way, I'm still pissed at you about even having a baby - not to mention, a husband - in the first place but, sweet Jesus, you are on fiiiiiyah, girl! Dayum!
Tally: There, I changed the little brat's fucking diaper. Are you happy? Now can I get back to my date or what?
Speaking of that date, I don't believe Barney will ever be gracing us with his presence again but one thing did come of it: Tally got pregnant during that hilariously inappropriate, impromptu woohoo-session with Royce. Yay!
Royce: Hey, honey, what's going on?
Tally: Oh, just experiencing hell on earth aka morning sickness. How about you?
Royce: Cool. I'm just taking a little soak in the tub.
Tally: Cool. Don't mind me, I'll just keep acquainting myself with Mr. Toilet Bowl over here.
Royce: Sounds good to me.
Final "inheritance" item is this rather odd painting here. I was pretty much out of options by this point, okay? The good news is now a new challenge can start! And the winner is...
Snow White & the Seven Dwarves: the highest earning sim in your house has gone garden ornament crazy! Spend all of their pay cheques for the week on gnomes and other garden specific decor.
Another boring one. Also, I'm kind of taking liberties with this because I think you're supposed to buy only decorative stuff again but hell if I'm going to fill the yard up with eighty thousand fucking lawn gnomes. So I'm going to take the opportunity to also give them a nice garden in the first place so they actually have one to decorate. I'll show you what it looks like once the week is out.
Since one of them is not going to be contributing much to the basic financial needs of the household this week, both of them have to go out and earn some dough. So that leaves poor Adam in the hands of an elderly nanny who, surprisingly, actually turns out to be rather competent. But she only had to last a couple hours; I'm sure if she would have been there any longer she would have started showing her true colors.
And as far as Adam goes, as soon as Royce got home, he helped the little guy 'splode into an adorable toddler! Everybody give a collective "awwwww" now. Even though his old-mannish Hawaiian garb is reminding me of something Charlie Sheen's character would wear on the godawful Two and Half Men. And at that thought, I'm trying really hard to keep from throwing up in my mouth.
Adam: KITTY! KITTY! ADAM HUG KITTY!
Piggy: Can't. Breathe. Kid. Choking. Me. SOMEONE. HELP. PLEASE.
God, but isn't this just so fucking cute? I think Piggy can suck it up and suffer a bit for the adorableness. <333
Meanwhile, between being pregnant and chasing after a toddler 24/7, Tally is having a big of a rough time at the moment.
Tally: Damn it, I don't care if the kid needs me or not! PUT ME TO BED THIS INSTANT OR I WILL MURDER HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS!
Adam: Mommy crazy. Bottle poisoned? Adam hungry. Adam take his chances.
Poor thing... she didn't even make it to the bed before conking out.
...And neither did Adam. Awesome. If this isn't a cry for social services to come take him away, I don't know what is.
Alright, yeah, this might actually be even worse. A+ parenting job, guys!
Tally: Get out of my goddamn way, can't you see I'm trying to watch TV here?
Royce: Well, listen, honey, since you can't seem to do it, I'm attempting to teach our son how to walk. And unless you want him to be an eternally woddling-about dependent, that's kind of an important thing for him to learn, alright?!?
Tally: *yawn* Just take it over to the other side of the room if you don't mind. You're interrupting Ghost Whisperer.
FUCK YOU, ROYCE! I REFUSE TO LET YOUR SHITTY HOME LIFE BLEED OVER INTO YOUR WORK LIFE! WE NEED THAT MONEY!
DOUBLE FUCK YOU, ROYCE! THIS IS NOT A GOOD TIME FOR YOU TO BE DREAMING ABOUT OTHER LADIES, ALRIGHT?!? NOW KNOCK IT OFF!
Tally: *gasp* No way, you think that pseudo-hipster bitch is hot? And, oh yeah, I also think I just went into labor... if that, you know, interests you or anything.
Royce: DAMN IT, WOMAN, WHEN DID YOU EVEN GET PREGNANT AGAIN? FUCK. I DID NOT ASK FOR THIS.
Tally: Do you think it's too late to change my mind about this? GOD, DO YOU HEAR ME, I DON'T WANT THIS BABY ANYMORE! CAN'T YOU PERFORM JUST ONE LITTLE MIRACLE AND MAGICALLY UN-PREGNANT ME? PLEEEEEASE? JUST THIS ONCE?
Clearly, God's response was a big old "Fuck you!" because the baby came anyway. His name is Adrian and he gets freckles(!) like his brother but his mom's light skin and his dad's blond hair.
Any friend of Tally's who cleans up around the place without being asked is a friend of mine!
Royce: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU JUST WON THE JACKPOT! FIRST PERSON TO BREAK OUR NEW SINK WINS A MILLION DOLLARS!
Moustachio: Really?!?
Royce: No, you fucking moron. Now get lost before I really blow a fuse.
Moustachio: Okay... I'll be going now... hehe... sorry!
Royce: THIS GODDAMN TOWN. ALL MORONS. I SWEAR. FUCK 'EM ALL! AND FUCK YOU TOO YOU CHEAP PIECE OF GARBAGE! HOW DARE YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELF A SINK!
While the 'rents are out making more money to upgrade their shitty sink, the nanny has to come back and this time she has two screaming brats to take care of. You'd think this picture was proof she's still doing a decent job but, no. Alas, she's feeding the wrong kid.
Adrian: Cool it with the milk, lady! Don't you know you've fed me enough to last the rest of my infancy by now?!?
Adam: So... hungry... please... bottle... somebody? Anybody? Bueller?
Don't worry. The nanny later compensated by attempting to feed him no less than five bottles in a row. *facepalm*
Oh, shut up. I think we can all agree Piggy could stand to lose a few pounds.
Well, lookie here, Adam grew up into a cutie pie. A cutie pie in desperate need of a haircut.
Tally: Holy shit, when did that happen? Does this mean I don't have to take care of him anymore? Does it?!?
Me: ...Not exactly.
At least she's putting on a happy face for him. He's not old enough yet to tell that it's not exactly genuine.
Tally: Thank God you're here! I'm so glad to get out of the house. You see, my husband and I have been doing all this fucking and, as it turns out, when you fuck without reservations, you end up with kids. Dirty, stinking, attention-starved kids. SO LISTEN. I CAME UP WITH A BRILLIANT IDEA. IF YOU FUCK A LADY, YOU CAN'T HAVE KIDS! SO WANNA FUCK? BECAUSE I'M SUPER HORNY!
Hipster!Barista: I'm gonna have to go with... no. But thanks for the offer anyway!
Tally: Well, it was worth a shot. So can I just have some coffee instead?
Hipster!Barista: Sure thing!
Back at the ranch, it seems Adam has realized that with a toddler in the house he is no longer the center of attention. He's trying to regain his parents' favor by impressing them with his mad cleaning powers. Lord knows where those came from. But they'll certainly come in handy considering his parents throw a hissy fit at the mere sight of a puddle of water.
Unfortunately, his cleaning prowess doesn't win them over. So next step, stupid human tricks! Those seem to be the key to Royce's affection.
Except now Adrian has become a toddler and is a hundred times more adorable and shaggy-haired! Clearly, these boys take after their father with their luscious locks. I picture many hours wasted on moisturizing and conditioning in their future.
LULZ, TALLY. Not only do you come home from work sporting that ridiculous get-up, you bring home a crusty old alien man to be your "friend". Massive fail, chica.
Tally: LOL! Look at my husband over there, actually taking care of our children! Fucking hilarious, right? What a sucker!
Tally: Hey, honey, I'm wild like an animal and ready to rumble!
Royce: Not tonight. I don't much appreciate you taunting my superior abilities as a parent. Also, the kid got here first. Sorry.
Adrian is filled with rage! Those block shapes have no idea what's coming to them! RAWRRRRRRRR! (He's clearly picked up all of his parents' best anti-social and aggressive tendencies. I am overjoyed at this development, truly.)
I swear, Piggy, you are the laziest, neediest cat to ever exist! I would probably have choicer words for you right now if I wasn't so preoccupied by the humans in the household.
Seriously, Piggy, GTFO with your pathetic attention-craving self. Can't you see Tally's a little busy right now? Go chase your own tail to entertain yourself or something, God. This shot also serves as an update on the progress of their garden. And also as an update on the progress of the fetus growing inside Tally. Yeah, she's kind of trying to hide it but Tally is in fact pregnant again. Just thought you might like to know or else you would've been all shocked when she suddenly went into labor again because this was seriously the only shot of her pregnant I got.
Another garden shot. While Tally and Royce try to fool everyone into believing they're actually good at maintaining it. In fact, they're massive liars. They suck at gardening. Figures.
Meanwhile, Adam is trying to get "acquainted" with this little cutie he brought home from school with him. She doesn't seem too keen on the idea right now but he's very persistent. Just you wait; he'll totally win her over by night's end.
BUT, GODDAMNIT, PIGGY HAS TO GO AND COCKBLOCK LIKE THE MASSIVE WASTE OF ANNOYING SPACE SHE IS! I am beginning to seriously think she wants to be sent to the pound. She's certainly doing her best to get on everyone's last nerve, INCLUDING MINE. If I wasn't such a decent human being, she would be long gone by now. As it stands, I'm far too nice to follow through on any of my threats. Oh, and as to the inappropriateness of using the word "cockblock" in a situation that involves innocent young children? No comment.
P.S. Oh my God, I am such a stan for these videos, I swear. It's kind of frightening. You have no idea how anxious I'd been waiting for a new video; it took forever and I was beginning to think there wouldn't be anymore. This is a week or so old now but I still love it. Well, I love the song; the video I'm a bit undecided on. BUT THE SONG, GAH. I think it's my favorite one so far. It's just the perfect combination of ethereal and pretty and dark and eerie.
P.P.S. HOLY HELL, LOOK AT THIS FIERCE BITCH. (Click for larger.)
I swear to God, she's like the prettiest girl in the world. On top of being a stunning lyricist. And an impressive harpist. And, though some might not think so, a lovely singer. HOW IS SHE SO LUCKY AND WHY AM I NOT HER?!?
