.. he was made by Karri. It’s like, autoship.

I autoship our sims, too.

But…but…we haven’t even seen his face yet! How can you ship a faceless man? :p

I LITERALLY just posted his face. Golookatittttt

"There are some things you and I need to discuss." Riley continued, pulling up a chair next to the bed. Binks’s throat worked, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. He threw his legs over the side, the need to pace almost becoming too much. 
"You stay in that bed, Gilbert. Do you hear me?" Doctor Brown’s voice called from the doorway. A small chuckle escaped his lips, welcoming the distraction. "My new girlfriend." He whispered, leaning closer to Riley for emphases. "She’s a peach, ain’t she?" Riley brought a hand to his mouth, making it look as if he was suppressing a smile. Though, Binks couldn’t tell if that was really the case.
"You do seem to have quite a few fans, I’ll give you that. Now, Bailey.”He stressed. “Binks, Detective.” Binks countered, not trying to hide the scowl on his face. “Whatever. I need you to answer some questions for me.”

"There are some things you and I need to discuss." Riley continued, pulling up a chair next to the bed. Binks’s throat worked, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. He threw his legs over the side, the need to pace almost becoming too much. 

"You stay in that bed, Gilbert. Do you hear me?" Doctor Brown’s voice called from the doorway. A small chuckle escaped his lips, welcoming the distraction. "My new girlfriend." He whispered, leaning closer to Riley for emphases. "She’s a peach, ain’t she?" Riley brought a hand to his mouth, making it look as if he was suppressing a smile. Though, Binks couldn’t tell if that was really the case.

"You do seem to have quite a few fans, I’ll give you that. Now, Bailey.”He stressed. “Binks, Detective.” Binks countered, not trying to hide the scowl on his face. “Whatever. I need you to answer some questions for me.”

above-reproach:

Miranda you’re killing me. ;___;

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.. I ship that too. ;p Bahaha. ♥

I ship that too.

This why I love you.

above-reproach replied to your post: "Are you Bailey Gilbert?" The too-hand…

I ship it.

getmygameon replied to your post: "Something has to give." Heath whisper…

*looking for a trashcan to lose her lunch in*

Atlas has that affect on people. 

roseoftheoakmoonsims replied to your post: "Something has to give." Heath whisper…

That legitimately made my stomach flip with nausea. I’m so terrified for Sam. :(

I won’t lie to you, bb. She is in some serious trouble. You’ll see what happens soon!

"Are you Bailey Gilbert?" The too-handsome-to-concentrate detective asked, his smooth voice making goosebumps form on the surface of Binks’s skin. His hand wound itself at the base of his ponytail, giving it a light tug. 
"Binks." He corrected, noting the look of confusion on the man’s face. "It’s a nickname." He clarified. "My friends gave it to me when I was little and it kind of stuck. Even my parents call me…" The rubber band in his hair bulked under pressure, finally breaking in his hand and sent his blond hair falling around his face. "Fuck." His whispered, watching the offending piece of rubber dangle in his hand.
The man’s head tilted to the side. “Be that as it may, I won’t be calling you by a childhood nickname. So, Bailey, it is.” Binks opened and closed his mouth in surprise. “Well played, Detective, but we’ll see how long that one holds up.” The man laughed. “You might as well give this one up. I’m not going to back down.”
He reached for his badge, holding it up for Binks to see. “My name is Detective Riley Jamison. I’m with the Jacksonville PD. I’ll be in charge of your case.” He stepped closer then, giving Binks a better view of his shining green eyes.

"Are you Bailey Gilbert?" The too-handsome-to-concentrate detective asked, his smooth voice making goosebumps form on the surface of Binks’s skin. His hand wound itself at the base of his ponytail, giving it a light tug. 

"Binks." He corrected, noting the look of confusion on the man’s face. "It’s a nickname." He clarified. "My friends gave it to me when I was little and it kind of stuck. Even my parents call me…" The rubber band in his hair bulked under pressure, finally breaking in his hand and sent his blond hair falling around his face. "Fuck." His whispered, watching the offending piece of rubber dangle in his hand.

The man’s head tilted to the side. “Be that as it may, I won’t be calling you by a childhood nickname. So, Bailey, it is.” Binks opened and closed his mouth in surprise. “Well played, Detective, but we’ll see how long that one holds up.” The man laughed. “You might as well give this one up. I’m not going to back down.”

He reached for his badge, holding it up for Binks to see. “My name is Detective Riley Jamison. I’m with the Jacksonville PD. I’ll be in charge of your case.” He stepped closer then, giving Binks a better view of his shining green eyes.

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"Something has to give." Heath whispered, watching his sister smile down at his son. Atlas clapped him on the back."Something will. I love her, Heath," He lied. "and I think it’s only a matter of time before she realizes she loves me, too."

"Something has to give." Heath whispered, watching his sister smile down at his son. Atlas clapped him on the back."Something will. I love her, Heath," He lied. "and I think it’s only a matter of time before she realizes she loves me, too."

"I think part of it does, yes." Heath admitted. "But you won’t get a bad word about Evan from me. She loved him a great deal. I think she still does. Probably always will. She was happy with him. Anyone could see that. But…the timing was off. I just think she wanted more than he could give her." 
He shifted in his seat. “Time should be healing that but I feel like it’s just getting worse. That’s why I don’t think it’s all Evan-related.” Atlas picked at his shoe, bored. “Oh yeah? What else do you think it could be, Heath? I’d love to know.” 
“I don’t know, dude.” Frustration set in. “Maybe getting her out of the house would do some good. Take her somewhere. I don’t know. Just…just take care of her, alright? That’s all I ask.” Atlas watched his girlfriend closely. “Oh, there’s nothing to worry about there, dear friend. I’ll take good care of Samantha. You can count on that.”

"I think part of it does, yes." Heath admitted. "But you won’t get a bad word about Evan from me. She loved him a great deal. I think she still does. Probably always will. She was happy with him. Anyone could see that. But…the timing was off. I just think she wanted more than he could give her." 

He shifted in his seat. “Time should be healing that but I feel like it’s just getting worse. That’s why I don’t think it’s all Evan-related.” Atlas picked at his shoe, bored. “Oh yeah? What else do you think it could be, Heath? I’d love to know.” 

I don’t know, dude.” Frustration set in. “Maybe getting her out of the house would do some good. Take her somewhere. I don’t know. Just…just take care of her, alright? That’s all I ask.” Atlas watched his girlfriend closely. “Oh, there’s nothing to worry about there, dear friend. I’ll take good care of Samantha. You can count on that.”

Heath wasted no time laying his cards on the table. “She isn’t happy, Atlas. She hasn’t been for two years now.” Atlas kicked one of his legs up, scratching at his neck. “I think you’re reading too much into it. She’s happier than you think.” 
Heath pointed across the room to where Sam and his wife stood talking; Sam bouncing a sleepy Zach on her hip. “That is not happiness. That is what you call ‘existing’. She’s going through the motions. God knows she’s trying but…it isn’t there. That spark isn’t there, Atlas.” 
Heath missed the small smirk flash across his best friend’s face. “Do you think it has anything to do with Evan Hawthorne?”

Heath wasted no time laying his cards on the table. “She isn’t happy, Atlas. She hasn’t been for two years now.” Atlas kicked one of his legs up, scratching at his neck. “I think you’re reading too much into it. She’s happier than you think.” 

Heath pointed across the room to where Sam and his wife stood talking; Sam bouncing a sleepy Zach on her hip. “That is not happiness. That is what you call ‘existing’. She’s going through the motions. God knows she’s trying but…it isn’t there. That spark isn’t there, Atlas.” 

Heath missed the small smirk flash across his best friend’s face. “Do you think it has anything to do with Evan Hawthorne?”

"I’m so glad you guys could make it on such short notice." Heath smiled, stumbling back a step as his sister pushed herself into his arms. "Woah. What’s this for?" Sam buried her head in his shoulder, her words coming out in a mumble. "I just missed you."
Heath smoothed his hand over her back, looking up as Atlas stepped over the threshold. “Hey, man. Dinner should be ready within the hour. Your first Perkins family dinner. Think you can hang?” Atlas only looked from Heath’s striking eyes down to his sister’s, Samantha’s own breaking contact immediately. 
"Yeah." A grin stretched across his face. "I think I can." This would be fun.
Sam gently pushed away from her brother, needing an excuse to leave the room. “Is your baby boy awake? I need some Aunt Sam time.” Heath chuckled. “He should be. Why don’t you go check? He’ll be excited to see you.”
Atlas made a move to follow but was stopped short by his best friend’s strong hand on his chest. “Can we talk, Atlas? Sam has been acting strange for a long time and I thought maybe you would know why.”

"I’m so glad you guys could make it on such short notice." Heath smiled, stumbling back a step as his sister pushed herself into his arms. "Woah. What’s this for?" Sam buried her head in his shoulder, her words coming out in a mumble. "I just missed you."

Heath smoothed his hand over her back, looking up as Atlas stepped over the threshold. “Hey, man. Dinner should be ready within the hour. Your first Perkins family dinner. Think you can hang?” Atlas only looked from Heath’s striking eyes down to his sister’s, Samantha’s own breaking contact immediately. 

"Yeah." A grin stretched across his face. "I think I can." This would be fun.

Sam gently pushed away from her brother, needing an excuse to leave the room. “Is your baby boy awake? I need some Aunt Sam time.” Heath chuckled. “He should be. Why don’t you go check? He’ll be excited to see you.”

Atlas made a move to follow but was stopped short by his best friend’s strong hand on his chest. “Can we talk, Atlas? Sam has been acting strange for a long time and I thought maybe you would know why.”