Building a house in the sims 4 but every room is a different pink floyd album
I built this ages ago and it just now occurred to me that I could share this here. I was inspired by a lilsimsie video where she did the same thing except each room is a different Taylor Swift album.
So I built this shell of a house with 14 rooms (+ the exterior so 15 total albums) and then randomised an album for each room and decorated accordingly. Since I wasn't planning on actually playing in the house I didn't bother with landscaping lmao. Sorry for the awkwardly wide shots, I got lazy taking screenshots.
Anyways I suggest making it into a game by going through the photos first and trying to guess which album they are before reading. Let me know if you get them all and what references you catch
As a bonus I added the interior design styles I was vaguely inspired by
Here's the downstairs and upstairs floorplans
The exterior: I cannot make this up. I got the Wall, I was cackling
Style: I wanted English cottage but not in a thatched roof way.. in a Georgian way... and then I remembered I started complaining about Georgian cottages so I added more...shape and ended up with this... eh...
The Entryway: Ummagumma
Style: a bit transitional, she's homey, she's relaxed
I started off thinking I was going to make a relatively ordinary house
Downstairs hallway: Endless River
That basegame gradient wallpaper was actually perfect. This is the second room I did and slowly started dropping any pretenses that this was going to be an ordinary house
Downstairs Powder room: Momentary Lapse of Reason
Style: coastal but in an extra silly goofy way
THIS is where I finally decided to embrace the chaos. Unfortunately I didn't get a bedroom for this album but I actually like how it turned out.
The dining room: Wish You Were Here
Style: brutalism and minimalism
I'm actually obsessed with how this one (pls notice the grate behind the table)
The kitchen: Meddle
Style: Rustic, cottage
This was difficult...I was heavily relying on the colour scheme and references to the lyrics since the album cover looks like.. well... that...
The office: A Saucerful of Secrets
Style: 60s space age and Mid-Century modern
I was so thrilled to use that 60s space age chair
The living room: Obscured by Clouds
Style: traditional
I shared this with my dad and this room made him laugh.. I too was cackling while decorating it
laundry/utility/mudroom: Division Bell
Style: .......... fuck if I know
pls tell me you see the vision because this was a struggle
Upstairs hallway: More
Style: Spanish revival, Spanish colonial
uh... there wasn't much to do here but that's what I had in mind. Not pictured is a nice wooden chandelier above the stairs.
.......... I take it back. This was even more of a struggle
Bedroom 1: Animals
Style: Industrial
This is probably my second favourite room
Bedroom 2: Atom Heart Mother
Style: She's rustic, she's farmhouse
I HAD to use that topiary
Bedroom 3: Dark Side of the Moon
Style: If I had to choose one I would say contemporary even though it's not actually reflected in the room
Discover University actually came with a Dark Side inspired poster so I KNEW I would be using it
Bedroom 4: The Final Cut
pls tell me why the two kids' rooms ended up being colour-drenched in black..
(the bed is a military cot....)
Upstairs bathroom: Piper at the Gates of Dawn
style:... she's ...... eclectic
Saved best for last. The Sims has a gnome obsession and I FINALLY got to use them all
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2021 Honda Valentino - mixed media AU (5/∞)
Marc has never been a fan of team launches (any event where you have to wear your leathers while not being allowed to ride the bike is rarely fun) but as he approaches the hangar in the Barcelona suburbs and finds a place to park himself, he tries to focus on the positives.
This was only a 20 minutes drive from his home. It's digital and he won't have to interact with a lot of people. In about three hours, he'll already be back to his dogs, just in time to go walk them out with Alex.
Well, and then there is the Valentino Rossi of it all. Something Marc's mind dutifully ignores until he's lead to the room he's supposed to use to change himself and he comes face to face with Valentino the second he opens the door.
Valentino is sitting on a small chair in a corner, long legs crossed at the ankle, his attention on his phone until Marc enters.
He's wearing the Honda leathers and it's bringing Marc two decades back, back when he was a little boy in front of the TV, watching Valentino zoom past everyone on track on top of an orange bike.
It's the leathers Marc has been wearing for the past decade, identical saved for the yellow of the boots, the yellow of the knee slides and the yellow of the gloves that Marc can catch a glimpse of on the table to the side.
The sight is more dizzying than Marc prepared himself for.
They shared a couple of Zoom calls over the last couple of weeks but Valentino looks different now, his beard shaven and his wild curls hidden under a cap.
The last time Marc saw Valentino in the flesh had been in Jerez, when Valentino ran into him on Friday night of the second week, exiting the elevator that Marc was waiting for.
Marc's left hand had immediately risen to his right arm and Marc could see the immediate panic in Valentino's eyes, his mask not able to conceive the evident grimace on his face.
"Sorry," Valentino had apologized. Marc hadn't missed the way his hand had almost tried to reach for Marc.
"It's fine," Marc had said, watching Valentino carefully. He'd expected another reaction, something ranging anywhere from "Are you okay?" to "You shouldn't be here".
What Valentino had gone for had been "They changed the location of the media room compared to last week, still on the second floor but you have to head right instead of left when you leave the elevator."
Marc had stared at him and Valentino had given him a quick nod before moving around Marc and leaving him there, the doors of the elevators closing before Marc could get in.
The next day, Marc rode in practice with so much pain that he had to quit for the weekend. The following week he was getting his second arm surgery and soon after, he was putting an end to his 2020 season.
Valentino’s announcement that he was joining Honda came. He never contacted Marc. Marc never expected him too.
"Ciao," Valentino says from the other side of the room, his eyes leaving the screen he was previously focused on but the phone staying in his hands.
Marc greets him back, a short hello and a polite nod before focusing on the side of the room where his stuff has been piled, his leathers hanging on a hanger and the rest of his equipment down in a bag.
JL must have been here earlier. Marc has no idea why he's no longer there. He's tempted to call for just a moment but quickly decides against it. He can dress up on his own. He can spend time alone with Valentino as well. It's fine.
The silence is a little disconcerting and Marc can't tell if Valentino is giving him privacy or if Marc just can't feel his eyes on him (and then, he has to try to not feel disappointed by the possibility that Valentino doesn't want to look, which is even worse, all things considered).
Putting the on the bottom part of his leathers is easy, mechanical, brain working on auto-pilot. Same thing for his long sleeves and his boots. When Marc gets up and starts going for the next step, he wishes JL was there.
His arm has no right feeling so stiff two months after his latest injury. Did he overdo it during his latest training session or is he just too tense from the program today? Both feel too ridiculous for his liking right then.
Marc doesn't hear Valentino moving.
"Let's start with your right, it'll be easier on your arm," Valentino says behind him. Marc can feel the pull on his leathers as Valentino now holds onto the top part of them.
"I don't need to go easy on my arm," Marc bites back. It's too defensive. He can't bring himself to care.
Valentino doesn't answer but Marc can still feel the tension on his leathers and he accepts the help, slipping his right arm first into the offered hole of his sleeve and then the left, feeling the back of Valentino's hands against his shoulder blades as he finishes pulling the suit up around Marc's shoulders.
Marc takes care of zipping up his leathers and when he turns around, Valentino is three steps back, his helmet held between his hands.
Marc stares. A whole bunch of seconds too long.
"You're welcome," Valentino says. "Do you need to fix your hair first or can we go?"
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