The business district of San Myshuno had a certain prestige that no other district could replicate. It could be the sprawling business centers that towered over all of the other San Myshuno buildings. Or even the fresh leather shoes and briefcases the businessmen carried. One could also contribute it to the decadent perfumes that wafted off the women. But even with all the class in the world couldn’t stop Vivienne Lee from releasing her unfiltered thoughts.
There’s a great blog on tumblr called Simblr Questions of the Day which posts… simblr questions of the day lol This question had me thinking and researching.
📩 Simblr question of the day: Your story gets a TV show. Who is playing your OCs?
For Ken Sato I would cast John Cho or Daniel Dae Kim.
For our matriarch, Marlene Sato, we are casting Sanaa Lathan or Cassandra Freeman.
KJ will be played by Chance Perdomo or Justin Chu Cary.
Baby Sato, Evelyn could be played by Lex Scott Davis or Sydney Park.
And incoming Sato, Natalia could be played by Amelie Zilber or Ryan Whitney.
I’m definitely no casting director but I think the actors chosen resemble my sims so well! Any picks?
Maverick absorbed the sight of the snow dancing in the sky by counting every flake.
47, 48, 49…
Wait… was that the 49th flake? Maverick wasn’t quite sure since his blinks started to evolve into standing naps.
The Olivares were on the next flight out of Oasis Springs after receiving Ken Sato’s midnight call requesting a 7 AM call time. While Maverick felt tried and haggard, Bianca was filled with excitement.
Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you’re not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You’re hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you’re in love, it can feel like it’s eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.
Marlene Sato
Love as a Threshold
Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.
Kenneth Sato Jr.
Love as Youth
Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.
Evelyn Sato
Love as a Flaw
Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.
Natalia Busch
Love as the Dawn
Pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. It tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. Love is new to you, isn’t it? A fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. Your love loves with bated breaths. Your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. Your love romanticizes. Your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. You’re swollen with desire and idealizations. The perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. Your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. Being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. Oh. I really hope it lasts.
There are so many screenshots and videos I have that simply did not make the cut but need to be seen by the public lol This post is a unedited outtake dump.
Happiness…Happiness…Happy…Happ…Ha…He…Hermes…Hermes Birkin Limited Edition Kelly Green Crocodile Leather with Gold Hardware
Eliana took another deep breath. Something was off. She couldn’t concentrate today. She inhaled deeply, taking in gratitude and slowly released the her stresses into the cool morning air. After another deep breath, her head was invaded by the thoughts of expensive handbags and designer shoes. She shook it off and attempted to fall into a meditative state once again.
. . .
What was that rattling?
Ok! Shake the distractions away! Focus on breathing. In and out.
. . .
Who the hell is washing clothes at 7 am?!
Since morning meditation was ruined it was time to go find the culprit.
“Are you sure you have to leave so soon?” Sabrina begged. She could still feel Bethany’s hands all over her from the night before. She hoped a few more moments with her wasn’t too much to ask.
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