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Wonder how that princess room is working out for Evan.

I’m sure he’s feeling very pretty right about now.

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They made love slowly, tenderly, truly present in the moment with one another and the deep love they both felt so blessed to have found. 
"You’re my angel, Brendan," Remy whispered as Brendan gently rocked his hips on top of him, leaning over to kiss his neck and chest.
Brendan let out a light chuckle. “No my love, you’re mine.”

They made love slowly, tenderly, truly present in the moment with one another and the deep love they both felt so blessed to have found. 

"You’re my angel, Brendan," Remy whispered as Brendan gently rocked his hips on top of him, leaning over to kiss his neck and chest.

Brendan let out a light chuckle. “No my love, you’re mine.”

jfc you two, he’s how many rooms away? Hahaha.

Don’t worry, the guest room is upstairs and the master is on the lower level. So unless Remy decides to be a screamer he should be safe.

If he hears, Evan should just say this at breakfast:

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Remy and Brendan had been relatively quiet as they prepared for bed, both of them trying to process their thoughts. “Do ye feel a little better about things, love?” Brendan asked as he sat on the padded bench at the foot of the bed, watching Remy undress, admiring his tawny skin and firm muscled body.

Remy shrugged as he pitched his shirt into the hamper. “It explains a lot. I can’t say I feel good knowing he went through that, but a lot of things make sense now.” He sat next to Brendan. “How are you holding up? I mean, with seeing Ethan and all that?”

Brendan leaned over. “Seeing that guy…it made me understand a lot more about Evan, why he could be so hot and cold…I can’t imagine dealing with that kind of loss. I don’t know what I’d do if…” He let the thought trail off as he looked at Remy sadly.

Remy touched his face gently. “You’re stuck with me, baby. I’ll always be with you, loving you, taking care of you, getting old with you…” Brendan leaned in and kissed him tenderly.

"Remy, I want ye to make love to me," he whispered, putting his hand at the back of his husband’s neck, kissing him again, this time deeply.

After a minute Evan felt Brendan’s hands pulling him up and gathering him into an embrace.
"I’m so sorry ye went through that, Evan," he whispered into his ear, rubbing his back. “It wasn’t your fault. I hope ye know that.”Evan sniffled. “I know that intellectually, but in my heart…why couldn’t I say it? I loved him so much.”
"Ye learned from it, Evan. Ye tell the people you love ye love them now. Even though ye didn’t pick me, I knew I still meant somethin’ to ye. Ethan’s demons were too big for him to fight. He’d want ye to move on. Now do it."
"I love you, Brendan."
"I love ye too."

After a minute Evan felt Brendan’s hands pulling him up and gathering him into an embrace.

"I’m so sorry ye went through that, Evan," he whispered into his ear, rubbing his back. “It wasn’t your fault. I hope ye know that.”

Evan sniffled. “I know that intellectually, but in my heart…why couldn’t I say it? I loved him so much.”

"Ye learned from it, Evan. Ye tell the people you love ye love them now. Even though ye didn’t pick me, I knew I still meant somethin’ to ye. Ethan’s demons were too big for him to fight. He’d want ye to move on. Now do it."

"I love you, Brendan."

"I love ye too."

Brendan finally recovered the ability to speak. “So when ye met me it was like…”
"Seeing a ghost," Evan finished for him, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, “It was a bit like a gut punch. But then I got to know you for YOU, and all your amazing qualities, and I fell in love with Brendan Donnelly, not Ethan Summers’ ghost.”
Before he could stop them the tears started to run down his face. “But at the end of the day I just couldn’t pick you. I loved you, and I could be with you and have the greatest time and picture having a life with you but then you’d look at me in a certain way and the entire past would come crashing back…and I couldn’t live with reliving it over and over.  But I didn’t have the balls to tell you that and I hurt you. I made you think you were lacking something, and you weren’t, Brendan. You were, ARE incredible, and Remy is the luckiest man in the world to have you. And he’s perfect for you.  I wasn’t. I was too selfish…”
He buried his face in his hands.

Brendan finally recovered the ability to speak. “So when ye met me it was like…”

"Seeing a ghost," Evan finished for him, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, “It was a bit like a gut punch. But then I got to know you for YOU, and all your amazing qualities, and I fell in love with Brendan Donnelly, not Ethan Summers’ ghost.”

Before he could stop them the tears started to run down his face. “But at the end of the day I just couldn’t pick you. I loved you, and I could be with you and have the greatest time and picture having a life with you but then you’d look at me in a certain way and the entire past would come crashing back…and I couldn’t live with reliving it over and over.  But I didn’t have the balls to tell you that and I hurt you. I made you think you were lacking something, and you weren’t, Brendan. You were, ARE incredible, and Remy is the luckiest man in the world to have you. And he’s perfect for you.  I wasn’t. I was too selfish…”

He buried his face in his hands.

"Back when I was in college, I fell in love," Evan began quietly, picking at a fraying spot on his jeans, “With a guy. His name was Ethan Summers, and he lived next door to me. He was the first guy I’d ever been with. He was my world.”

The room was quiet, almost imposingly so. Evan felt the need to fill the space with words, but didn’t want to just babble the whole thing out without thinking. “He was beautiful. He had black hair and freckles. Blue eyes, big ones.” He saw Remy’s brow furrow as if he knew where Evan was going."Yeah, he looked like you, Brendan."

Quietly, he reached for his wallet and pulled out a photograph of Ethan, the only one he possessed, and handed it to Brendan.  Brendan looked and his eyes widened in surprise. He passed it to Remy, who had a similar reaction. No, they weren’t identical in appearance, but it was a close enough resemblance that most people would think the two were related.

"He was sweet. He was kind. He was smart as hell and made me laugh all the time," Evan told them, gently placing the picture back in his wallet,”He told me he loved me all the time. I loved him too, but I was too afraid to tell him that. I wasn’t ready to accept what I was, you know? Let alone announce to the world.”

Opening his wallet, he pulled out Ethan’s picture again. “Most of the time he could deal with that, but I knew it ate at him. He had depression problems, and my inability to face the truth just made it worse. And I STILL couldn’t give him the benefit of telling him I loved him.”

He traced a finger over the photo’s shiny surface, remembering how he used to touch Ethan’s face.  ”Finally, he’d had enough. After the last time I couldn’t tell him I loved him, he said he was done, that he knew I’d never think he was good enough for me. When he got back to the house, he locked himself in his room. I banged on the door for hours. I told him I loved him. No response. Finally, I jimmied the lock open…”

Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he held the photograph to his lips for a moment. “I opened the door and I found him. Dead. He’d hung himself.”

Remy let out a sharp exhale. Brendan just stared straight ahead trying to take in everything he’d just heard. Suddenly things made a lot more sense.

It was after dinner. Brendan and Evan were seated on the sofa, while Remy sat in a chair across from his husband, not wanting to crowd Evan on the sofa. They had agreed to make Evan as comfortable as possible while he was there.

"So," Evan began, rubbing his hands on the worn denim of his jeans, “I’m sorry about being so evasive about why I wanted to talk to you guys. I just felt like it would be better to do it in person.”

"No worries," Brendan told him reassuringly, “You’ve been through a lot. Take your time with it, whatever it is.”

Evan took a cleansing breath and pretended he could hear Dr. O’Neil quietly encouraging him in her gentle voice. “I know that I caused you a lot of pain, Bren, and even after you had moved on and found Remy,I made you guys stress because I couldn’t seem to let go of my feelings for you.” He looked over at Remy, who was studying him intently. “I know it upset you, Remy, and I’m sorry about that.”

He sighed. “I know I need to explain myself. It’s something that I could only come to terms with recently, and it’s part of the reason why I’ve never been able to allow real intimacy in my adult life.”

A wave of anxiety threatened to take him over then, and he pushed it away by breathing. “It’s okay, Evan,” Brendan told him gently, “Ye take your time. When you’re ready to talk, we’ll be ready to listen.”

Brendan had a strange sense of deja vu, hugging his former lover and Sam’s ex-fiance Evan Hawthorne, pretty much almost in the same place he’d hugged Samantha a week prior. “Thanks for putting me up on short notice, Bren,” Evan murmured as he squeezed him tightly, “It means a lot.”

When Evan had asked to come visit, he’d simply said that he needed to talk to Brendan and Remy, but demurred on the subject matter, saying he’d prefer to say it in person.  Brendan had a feeling it had something to do with his therapy sessions, which had seemed to be making a positive impact.

For Evan’s part, he’d been incredibly nervous on the plane and in the car from Kennedy. He didn’t want to mess this up, or make Brendan and Remy think he was crazy.

He studied Brendan for a moment after they parted and Brendan turned to say something to his dog Maisie, who had been jumping excitedly around them since Evan got there. 

The resemblance hadn’t let up. Same black hair, fair skin, and freckles. Their blue eyes were the exact same shade. A wave of sadness passed over him as he looked at Brendan and couldn’t help but wonder what Ethan would have been like, had he lived.

A wet nose nudged Evan’s hand, shaking him out of his depressing train of thought. 

"She wants you to pet her, Ev." Brendan informed him with a smile.

Evan stooped to pet the pit bull, who seemed to be smiling from ear to ear. It was nice to have at least ONE female love him without complication.

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YES!!!! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!

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Okay Sim Detectives, I need your help.
I can’t find where this poster I used in my build originated from. I don’t have the original file because it’s been merged and like a dumbass I didn’t keep it. 
It’s a variety of posters, there is also a set of Gorillaz posters in this pack and I’m not sure what the other ones are.
The title of the file in my game is Sxoxo-misc band posters.
I’ve looked here, TSR, and MS3B. No go.
Anyone, anyone?

Okay Sim Detectives, I need your help.

I can’t find where this poster I used in my build originated from. I don’t have the original file because it’s been merged and like a dumbass I didn’t keep it. 

It’s a variety of posters, there is also a set of Gorillaz posters in this pack and I’m not sure what the other ones are.

The title of the file in my game is Sxoxo-misc band posters.

I’ve looked here, TSR, and MS3B. No go.

Anyone, anyone?

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Yep, it’s a problem.

You all may remember me posting pics from this room a couple weeks ago. This is the final result.

I think I have a bias towards doing female rooms. I should really do something about that.

Nah.

Stop telling people to kill themselves.

procrastinatingsims:

teeejboo:

Stop telling people to kill themselves.

Stop.

Telling.

People to kill.

Themselves.

Stop

Stop telling people to kill themselves.

This bedroom is for one of the male leads. He’s a bit of a ladies man, so I wanted to do a bit of a “modern love lair”, if you will.