NATASHA: we're leaving. ISABELLE: ...what? NATASHA: when i get back from this next training, we're leaving. i got us placement in del sol valley. ISABELLE: mom! NATASHA: it was supposed to be a surprise for the beginning of the fall, so i could stay close while you were in school. but clearly, you can't be trusted.

NATASHA: and you don't think your father loved me? it didn't stop him from wrapping his car around a tree in a rainstorm, did it? it didn't stop him from leaving me with a toddler and $13 in my bank account! ISABELLE: mom, that isn't fair- NATASHA: no, it isn't. but that's alright. i'm putting a stop to this today.

ISABELLE: i do work hard. i do everything you ask. i never wanted to lie to you, but when you're home you never want to talk to me about anything except school! felix is there for me, he cares about me. NATASHA: that's because school is all you need to be worried about! since clearly you aren't mature enough to believe me when i say any boy will say that to get what he wants from you. ISABELLE: i do believe you, but felix isn't like that! he loves me.

ISABELLE: i'm sorry i lied. i tried to tell you but... NATASHA: but you didn't want to try too hard, did you? because you knew i wouldn't have it! i am not letting you throw away all the hard work we've done sniffing around some little boy!

NATASHA: i had myself convinced. but i should have followed my gut. i should have known that if i gave you an inch, you would start thinking you know it all. ISABELLE: i don't think that, mom. NATASHA: you don't? because hiding boyfriends and condoms from me sure as hell sounds like you think you know better than i do! i told you to stay away from these little boys, and the second i turn my back, you're opening your legs for them!

Ugh, was having a great time mocking my recently imprisoned rival when I noticed the camera positioning makes it so that I appear behind the bars, thus framing me as trapped in a metaphorical prison of the narrative, now my whole day is ruined. Fuck.

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I’d really like to follow more simblrs like me, making stories with their diverse sims. It just kinda gets tiring seeing white sims, legacies, ect. My dashboard needs more diversity. It doesn’t matter if you post ts2, ts3 or ts4.

NATASHA: i let you think you were slick. i said to myself, natasha, she doesn't get in trouble. she keeps her grades up. she does what she's supposed to, pulls her weight around the house. let her have this one. i thought, teenagers need to test their boundaries but surely she's smart enough not to get herself in a situation she can't get out of.

NATASHA: because i know when i bought that lamp, it didn't have a false bottom. it get there by accident? ISABELLE: no, mom, that's not what i'm saying, i just- NATASHA: no. don't talk, just listen.

ISABELLE: what...do you mean? NATASHA: all of those As, and you choose now to play dumb? ISABELLE: i'm not playing dumb, mom, i just- NATASHA: don't know what this is?

NATASHA: you tell me, isabelle. do i seem okay?

ISABELLE: oh! good, you deserve a break. you wanna get dinner? i've only had popcorn since lunch. NATASHA: i'm not hungry. ISABELLE: oh...are you okay?

ISABELLE: oh- jeez! you scared me! NATASHA: how was the movie? ISABELLE: it was good! i thought you had a shift tonight. NATASHA: i took the day.

i swear, every time there's a major promotion in this house griffin gets sick. so while the boys dream happily of being at the tops of their careers, she's up late downing orange juice.

it's so cute when the kids watch their parents be all sweet and domestic.

awkward double date ft. lots of "we love you and we're always here for you" and "you can always talk to us about anything at all" and "you're a part of our family".