#Interior Plastering in london

[arc-hus]

Putney Riverside House, London - VATRAA

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Residential Floorplan Suggestions

New York City: TWO

(CC List + Links)

World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Spice Market – Waterside Warble

Lot Size:  30 x 30

Capacity:

A Dive Bar

An Internet Café

A Pizzeria

A Tattoo Parlor

Bonus: 6 residential rental units floorplans completed – not assigned

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

City Living

Discover University

For Rent

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dine Out

Dream Home Decorator

Jungle Adventure

Outdoor Retreat

Parenthood

Spa Day

Star Wars: Journey to Batuu

Strangerville

Vampires

Stuff Packs

Crystal Creations

Home chef Hustle

Laundry Day

Moschino

Kits

Castle Estate

Courtyard Oasis

Cozy Bistro

Desert Luxe

Recommended Gameplay Mods

(Please read through what each mod has to offer before deciding if it fits your gameplay style or not.)

Carl’s Dine Out Reloaded

City Vibes Lot Traits

Functional Tattoo Parlor

Functional Venue Lot Traits

Lock/Unlock Doors for Any Lot

Spawn Refresh

Use Residential Rentals shared areas as Community Lots & Create Multi-Purpose Community Lots

Build Mode

CharlyPancakes

Chalk Pt.2 (Tiles)

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 1 (Stone Foundation)

Chateau Pt. 2 (Doors, Metal Pieces, Tiles, Walls)

Colonial Pt. 3 (Fence 2, Plaster Foundation 2, Railing 2)

Florence Pt. 1 (Fresco Mural)

Grove Pt. 4 (Plaster Column, Plaster Floor)

London Interior (Dining Chair, Stool, Walls)

Paris (Cartouche Large, Corbel, Swag)

Schwerin (Terracotta Female)

SOHO Pt. 2

SOHO Pt. 3

SOHO Pt. 4

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 2 (Traditional Door Frame – Med, Traditional Door – Med, Traditional Window 2 - Med)

Coastal Pt. 2 (Column)

Klean Pt. 3 (Concrete Floor, Painted Walls)

Kwatei Pt. 1 (3x1 BiFold, Double Arch, Single Interior Door)

Mutske

Stairs Add-on

Lijoue

Louer Collection (Iron Fence, Railing, Stone Stairs)

Peacemaker

Bistro Expanded (Awning 1x1)

Graffiti Mural 01

Pierisim

Winter Garden Pt. 2 (Double Door High, High Window w Bottom x2)

Sooky88

Checkered Marble Floor

English Country Wall Set (Subway Tiles, Subway Tiles w Wallpaper)

Scandinavian Wall Set (Plain w Tiles)

Syboubou

Neighborly 1 (Ceiling Outdoor Light, Mailbox)

Neighborly 2 (Interphone)

Buy Mode

AroundTheSims4

Laundromat (Seating x3 – Metal Base)

Tattoo Parlor (First Aid Kits, Gloves, Ink, Ink Display, Light, Saddle Stool, Tattoo Gun)

Cepzid

Functional Tattoo Chair

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 1 (Curtain – Tall)

SOHO Pt. 1

Harlix

Baysic (Coffee Table, container, End Table, Kitchen Cabinet, Kitchen Counter, Kitchen Island, Kitchen Sink, Kitchen Trolley, Kitchen Accent Counter 1-3, Sofa)

Jardane (Leather Pouffe)

Kichen (Cabinet, Cups, Glasses, Plant, Shelf)

Kichen 2.0 Pt. 2 (Glasses 2 & 4)

Harrie

Shop The Look 1 (Armchair, Coffee Table)

Shop The Look 2 (Ceramic Side Table)

Shop The Look 3 (Circular Cushion)

Spoons Pt. 2 (2 Tile Glass Pedastal- Short & Tall, Counters, Espresso Bar, Island, Pastry Platter, Pizza Board, Shelving)

Kiwisims4

Blockhouse Dining (Booth Seating)

KKB

The Chilling Home (Module Bar Stool)

LittlleDica

Greasy Foods (Napkins, Salt Shaker, Stalls Door, Stalls Wall, Vents, Wet Floor Sign)

Modern Kitchen Stuff (Soft Breeze)

Rise & Grind (Décor Mural 2, Décor Syrup Bottle, Décor Wall Painting Menu, Dining Tables – All, Wastebun Counter)

Max20

Happily Ever After (Sign of Attention)

NANDO

Fashion Store (Ceiling Lamp)

Pierisim

Coldbrew Coffee Shop Pt. 3 (Menu, Paper Cup, Tea Box, Tips Jar)

MCM Pt. 1 (Simstudio Display)

MCM Pt. 4 (Kitchen Island)

Ravasheen

Shake and Shimmy Dance Floor

Shop Chef (Drink Dispenser)

Severinka

Industrial Light II

Simkoos

Clutter Dump Pt. 2  (Boba Notepad, Boba Stacked Cups V1, Cafeteria Straw Dispenser)

SimspirationBuilds

Toffee Pt. 1 (Art)

Syboubou

Catherine Sushi Restaurant (Wall Shelf 1 & 3)

Contemporary Haven (Armchair, Artworks, End Table, Sofa 3P Left)

Macaron (Counter Display)

TaurusDesign

Lilith Chilling Area Pt. 1 (Bartender Kit, All Drinks, SulSul Sign)

Tuds

Cave (Panel Light 2 x 4)

IND 01

IND 03

Turn Couch

Wondymoon

Fraxinus AIO Computer (DL on Patreon)

DO NOT REUPLOAD MY LOTS.

DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT PLACE BEHIND A PAYWALL.

Tray Files: DOWNLOAD

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 68

The Second Doctor, Jamie, and Victoria once encountered a Dalek patrol after they landed on a peaceful planet. The Daleks recognized the Doctor as Ka Faraq Gatri but did not have time to fire on him as the Doctor had activated a beacon, having redirected the electromagnetic pulse out rather than up. This fried the Daleks alive and brutally killed the mutants within. Victoria was appalled after seeing the Doctor's hatred for the Daleks for the first time and, seeing him differently, decided that she will soon leave the TARDIS. (Comic: Bringer of Darkness)

According to one account, Ace died very young during her TARDIS travels. She was kidnapped by the Threshold and sacrificed her life to destroy one of the Lobri - psychic parasites eating the collective fear of humanity - with Nitro-9. In this version of events, she died cradled in the Seventh Doctor's arms. (Comic: Ground Zero)

One time, the Seventh Doctor discovered that Ace's TARDIS bedroom had been deleted, noting that the TARDIS seems to be planning ahead... (Comic: Cat Litter)

The Calendar Man was the figure in a Time Lord fairytale that the Eleventh Doctor encountered. The Calendar Man judges people; if they have not lived their lives well, he kills them and erases them from all memory. (Audio: The Calendar Man)

The Kraken was a rogue timeship (or TARDIS, simply put) with the exterior of a giant squid. She became Cousin Cecelia in the Faction Paradox. Her interior is just as organic-looking as her exterior. (Novel: Weapons Grade Snake Oil)

One time while looking through their wedding photographs, Alistair and Doris Lethbridge-Stewart suddenly started seeing images of the Seventh Doctor. They knew he wasn't there, but then they started to vaguely recall his presence. They believed the Doctor might have altered time, so he could attend the wedding. (Short story: A Romantic Evening)

When Leela found a "Wanted Dead or Alive" poster with the Fourth Doctor's face plastered on it, the Fourth Doctor complained about the picture they had chosen for it. He wished they chose a picture showing his left size. (Audio: Requiem for the Rocket Men)

The Decayed Master thinks other people should find his face distressing - he finds his face distressing. (Audio: Requiem for the Rocket Men)

When the Decayed Master thought he had killed the Fourth Doctor, he mourned about how insignificant the death was, said he felt empty like he himself had died instead of the Doctor, and wondered what he would do tomorrow. (Audio: Requiem for the Rocket Men)

The Seventh Doctor took Ace to London and Moscow in 1967 with the purpose of testing her to see if she could attend the Time Lord Academy. He had submitted an application on her behalf without telling her. A Gallifreyan Adjudicator even got involved to assess her potential. One of the tests set up for her had to do with the Ice Warrior Hsessh. Ace was, of course, furious about this. (Audio: Thin Ice)

The Ergon - one of Omega's creations, one of his agents in the matter universe - was once mistaken by Ace to be a man in a costume while she was working as a waitress (she served up a box of fries). (Short story: Anti-Matter with Fries)

Shortly after Leela's wedding, the Seventh Doctor showed up and met K-9. K-9, of course, recognized him because he always knew the Doctor. The Doctor urged K-9 not to inform anyone, even Leela, of his appearance and unclipped a gold medallion identity tag from K-9, keeping it as a "memento to remember his second best friend by." (Short story: Affirmative)

Peri's consciousness was projected into the past after being pushed into a stasis chamber attached to a chronotopic projector. Her consciousness was dropped into different avatars, including a male soldier named Perry, a man on a hot air balloon expedition named Perrault, a trapeze artist named the Amazing Perpugilliam, surprised that she appeared female again, a 19th century woman in Venice, a fisherwoman, and Pushinka, an astronaut dog. (Audio: The Authentic Experience)

One time, the Seventh Doctor was offered a fully functional brand new replacement TARDIS. While he was having this discussion, the TARDIS had a conversation with this replacement about whether Time Lords love their TARDISes. The TARDIS believes the Doctor does love her, but the replacement wasn't sure, thinking that they were meant to be used and then replaced. However, the Seventh Doctor chose to keep the older TARDIS. (Short story: Time, Love, and TARDIS)

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Poplar Hall · 50x40 · An Unfurnished Manor · CC

Can't stay away from historical Henford...

Downloads and details under the cut!

Poplar Hall is a Georgian Era estate, based on Marble Hill in London. This beautiful Neoclassical house is bright and airy, finished with beautiful touches of crystal and plaster...

I came across a beautiful building in London called Marble Hill while watching 2018's Vanity Fair (definitely recommend, Olivia Cooke is a fantastic Becky Sharp!) The exterior and layout of this build is almost directly taken from Marble Hill, which was used in various interior and exterior shots for the show.

(Also, I forgot to add doors to the third level... oops! Feel free to add the boiserie doors to match!)

CC is not included, and you will need the following items/sets.

Required Packs:

Horse Ranch (only one light in kitchen, can swap out if needed)

Cottage Living

Discover University

Get Together

Get to Work

Strangerville

Romantic Garden

Note: for some reason Batuu is showing up, but no items from this pack are needed.

Huge continued thanks to @felixandresims, @harrie-cc, @lilis-palace, @ravasheencc, KTA Sims, and @anachrosims for their lovely content!

Required CC, Not Included:

Felixandre 

Georgian Set (Windows, Peaked Pediments)

Schwerin Trim

London (Pilasters, Windows, Stone Walls, Doors/Arches)

Paris (Boiserie Doors, Large Cartouche)

Colonial (Plaster Walls, Fence)

Chateau (Door Frame, Various Walls, Stone Foundation, Stairs)

Berlin (Ornate Trim)

Ionic Columns (Full and half, 5m)

Versailles Chandelier

House of Harlix Orjanic (Flagstone Floor)

Harrie Coastal Trim (all)

Lilis Palace

Classicist Manor Pediment

Folklore Skanzen Wall

Beidermeyer Wallpaper

Ravasheen

EasyPeasy Lumen Squeezy Hidden Ceiling Light

KTA Sims Paper Walls (half)

Anachrosims Gorgeous Georgians Wallpaper 3

Download Here (SimFileShare)

[jakkkuu]

THREE TOWNHOUSES

lot type - house

size 40 x 30

unfurnished

I've had some free time to build another London inspired townhouses for Willow Creek and here they are!

Totally unfurnished so feel free to put some magic with interiors..

Basically used costum content by @felixandresims, @pierisim and @harrie-cc, full list down below..

Gallery id: JakkuuSim

Felixandre cc:

berlin

london

georgian

colonial

paris

kyoto

florence

ghotic revival

schwerin/petit - jauary 2018/september 2017

Hey_Harrie cc:

brownstone

re-color of bougainvillea

Pierisim cc:

domaine du clos

maison meuliere

winter garden

oak house

WyattsSims cc:

basegame trashcan recolors + recycling

Amoebae cc:

plastered style walls

Have a great week!

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Just The Two Of Us - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Roger and the reader go on a little getaway to a cottage. that's it. Very fluffy. 

Warnings/content: minimal swearing, smut, mention of kinks/sexual experimenting(dom/sub, spanking, orgasm denial, etc - does not go into detail), vaginal sex, fluff, mention of insecurity

Word count: 3.1k

Roger was always the vacation type. He loved going to tropical places, or at least places that were sunnier than London. He would sometimes spend hours sunbathing. He once made the mistake of tanning in leather pants and you teased him ruthlessly until the tan line faded. He was a tourist at heart, even if he tried to act like a local. Luckily for him, his career allowed lots of travelling. 

Roger had declared that this vacation was going to be different. You weren't exactly sure in what aspect, but nevertheless, you were still over the moon. 

You rest your head against Rogers shoulder as he drove. You had been driving for hours, and by now you were in a forest and miles away from the nearest convenience store. He had you on map control, but you were still confused. “Are we there yet?�� you ask like an impatient child. “Actually, yes,” Roger says with a laugh.

You hear as the pattern becomes different. The car shakes ever so slightly as Roger turns into a gravel road. “Ah ha!” he grins. “Knew we’d find it,” he hummed confidently. You sit up straight to get a better view of your surroundings. “And… what exactly is it?”

Roger slows down as he reaches a small house at the end of the road. “This,” he says proudly. You look out through the windshield and are greeted by a humble farmhouse-like cabin that was covered in flowers and vegetation. You always had a liking for older buildings like this. 

“Oh, Rog, I love it!” you smile and give him a kiss. “I knew you would,” he hums. 

The interior lived up to the outside, and maybe even topped it. Every room had exposed beams that were stained dark brown. The walls were a plaster substance, making the texture pop out as the natural sunlight hit it through the muntin windows. You were practically squealing with excitement as you toured through each room.

Roger joined you in the middle of the room you were currently in. The hardwood floor creaked slightly as he walked over. The little imperfection added to your love for the cabin.

“This is much better than a resort,” you say as Roger's hands wrap around your waist and your arms meet up around his neck. “I’d say,” he hums. “We’ve got the whole thing to ourselves, just the two of us. No other tourists, no workers. And, most importantly,” His hand slowly slides down to cup the curve of your bum, “No fans,” 

Roger loved the fans, of course, but his main focus was his number one fan, you.

“Oh shut up,” you laugh. You stretch up to meet his lips in a warm kiss. You feel his hands run up and down your right side and your back. His touch was insufferable. His arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you which rewards him with one of your heavenly laughs. 

Roger picks you up and spun you around, the creak becoming louder with both of your weights under it. You kick your legs as Roger peppers kisses onto the side of your face and neck. You giggle from the tickles of his lips. You were always so ticklish and Roger used that to his advantage every chance he got. 

You plead with him to stop as your chest tightens but he only replies with teases of “stop what?” and “I’m not doing anything!”

God, you hated him.

Roger eventually stopped the torture and you could finally gasp for some air. “I hate you!” you laugh breathily as your chest heaves. “I love you, too,” Roger grins in his cockiest voice before he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

After you catch your breath, Roger suggests that you unpack your things. You neatly tuck away your clothes into a rustic dresser in the master bedroom. Roger had to keep bringing your back to reality after you got distracted by all the little details of the room. The bed was a king-size mattress, and Roger eyed you up as he lay sensually on the bed. 

“How about we break it in?” he asks with his right eyebrow cocked slightly. You giggle at his suggestion. “We could,” you say as you join him on the neatly made bed. You trace your finger along the embroidered comforter. Your fingertip trails further down the threads before you slowly entangle it into Rogers palm. 

“Is that a yes?” he asks as you gently massage his palm. You gaze down at him with a small smile. “It is a yes,” you say. With that quick confirmation, Roger's lips were against yours yet again. He never gave up a chance to be physical with you in any form. He loved to kiss you all over and hear you giggle. If he had to give up his career just to be able to hold you in his arms, he would. No questions asked.

You feel his hands reach up to your cheeks. The pads of his thumbs graze across the peach fuzz of your skin. You shiver from even the slightest contact. He was gentle. He was always so gentle. Unless you asked for him to be rough, then in that case he would seriously fuck you. That mostly happened when you were too horny to think. But you always came back to the meaningful lovemaking.

You slowly push Roger further down onto the bed, and he lies on his back rather than his side. You straddle his hips. He smiles against your lips and you feel his smirk immediately. You couldn't help but smile as well. 

“What's got you smiling?” you ask, and Roger lets out a hum-like laugh before he speaks. “Just like having you on top of me,” 

You laugh before shutting him up with a kiss. Your hips revert to their instinctive motion as they begin grinding against Rogers lap. You hear a soft grunt vibrate against your lips. Roger always got flustered by the simple movements of your hips. His hands trail down your sides to find your hips where he begins guiding you. 

Your mouths open in mutual agreeance. Your tongues slowly begin analyzing the insides of the suitor's mouth. The lewd sound of your mouths felt wrong but was so delightful in the strangest and most unexplainable way possible.

Rogers hands slip under your blouse. His rough and calloused fingers slide across the silk-like material. He migrates his hands to the front where he fumbles with the tiny buttons. He had a longing thirst for you, and these darn pearl buttons were in his way.

You could feel his frustration, so you slowly remove his hands from the hem of your shirt and unbutton it for him. “Fuck- thank you,” he laughs as he takes a moment to breathe. You laugh with him as you unbutton it. You let the silk shirt slide off your shoulders and it falls off the bed. 

Roger cups your breasts as they are still encased in your bralette. You always preferred wearing bralettes rather than push-up bras in the warmer months, and Roger wished you wore them all year round. He loved to squeeze and fondle your chest, and your bralettes allowed him to do that even without undressing you fully. 

Ultimately, his hands were already attempting to pull it off. He always preferred you in nothing. You tut at him as he gripped the clasp. “You've got me half naked and you're still fully clothed,” you point out, and he lets out a laugh. “Be my guest,” he hums. With his invitation, you pull off his light blue t-shirt and are met with his slightly toned chest. Oh, how you loved his physique. He had muscle, but not too much. He had a pair of strong, broad shoulders, along with a little tummy. And of course, you couldn't forget his cute bum.

You let your hands trace abstract lines down Rogers's chest as you meet his lips yet again for an open mouth kiss. He purred against your lips as chills sent through his body. “Baby…” he whispers longingly. “I need you…” 

Your hands reach the top of his jeans. You tug on his belt buckle slightly before carefully undoing it. He hears the familiar sound of his pants unzipping, and he becomes more passionate with the kiss. His cock was almost fully erect by now, you could feel he pushed up against your core each time your crotch ran over his jean-clad length. It was painfully pleasurable. 

As you manage to take off his skinny jeans, his hands are back on your bralette again, this time he successfully took it off without any teasing or protests. 

You hum as Roger kneads your breasts gently. He fondled and squeezed your chest in such a way that sent shivers all throughout your body. His thumbs teased your nipples, causing them to harden under his fingertip.

You open your eyes to give Roger a slightly confusing gaze as he parts from your lips, leaving them wet, swollen, and missing their partner. His lips wrap around your right nipple, causing you to inhale sharply from the sudden moisture. 

“Oh, Rog…” you whisper as your hand comes up to card through his unstyled blonde mop. The pleasure was so close, yet so far away at the same time. “Please, baby,” you beg softly as you gently claw at his boxers. 

Roger let out a small chuckle against your skin before he kissed up your chest and gave you a warm, affirming kiss. “Want you to ride me,” he hums as his hands run up and down your jean-covered thighs. Even if he always loved fucking you on top, or slowly making love with you, he could never get enough of the sight of you on top of him, bouncing over and over again desperate for some form of release. 

You loved the idea of riding him, but Roger could protest that he loved it more.

“Have to get rid of these first,” you quickly begin to unzip your own jeans and remove yourself from his lap to take them off fully. The only thing holding you back from complete delight was two layers of thin fabric. 

The scene was almost comedic. You were both only in your underwear like two virgins not knowing what to do past this point, but you knew what to do. You knew Roger's body so well, as he yours. You knew each and every vein you had to touch to make him moan in pleasure, and you knew every little place to kiss and caress to make him hard as a rock. 

Likewise, he knew just the right speed to lick your little pussy, and how to curve his fingers just right to make your orgasm all over his digits. 

Roger wastes no time as his thumb begins slowly rubbing over your clothed clit. A small wet spot was already appearing from your arousal. You whine against his lips as he pushes against your sensitive little clit. 

“Please…” you beg. A smirk tugs its way onto Roger's lips “What?” he laughs. You take his hand and bring it up to your mouth, placing gentle kisses along his knuckles. “I know you want this just as much as I do,” you squeeze your legs around him tighter, causing a slight groan from him. 

“It's so hard to resist you, Y/N,” 

“So don’t resist,” 

Your panties were now off. Roger snatched them before you could toss them onto the ground. He sniffs your arousal off the fabric and he groans from the heavenly smell like the sexual fanatic he was. A matching wet mark appeared on his boxers. You both knew he wasn't going to last too long. 

You quickly peel back his boxers and slip them down his legs and off his ankles. His cock was hard and ready for your entrance. Now, completely naked, Roger reaches up to kiss you hungrily. “Fuck- ride me, baby. I wanna watch you fuck yourself with my cock…” he growled into your ear. 

You whine at the phrase. You needed him. You needed him more than you needed anything. You grasp his cock, pumping him slowly as you lube his length with your own arousal. Lube wasn't needed, that's how wet you were. 

You hear Roger whimper from your wetness on his sensitive cock. “Fuck me, baby. Please…” he begged softly. He was so needy at times. You loved when he begged. You had experimented with submission and domination before. Roger loved having control over you, but of course, was always cautious. He loved it even more when you were in control of him.

Roger often read kinky magazines and brought a new idea up to you when he found one that interested him. He enjoyed spanking you, and sometimes he would tie you up. He never got too extreme out of fear of hurting you. He always made sure you knew your safe word.

Of course, he has had his fair share of being submissive, as well. You’ve put him in handcuffs before and tried a bit of orgasm denial. He always looked so cute with his big blue eyes staring back at you, begging for more. 

You always felt most connected when things were equal, but you both always end up begging the other for their body. 

You align his tip with your entrance, you feel as he gently pulsates against it. He lifts his hips slightly in the hope to enter you, and you reward him by slowly lowering your hips, meeting him halfway. 

Roger chokes out an airy groan as he enters you raw. “Oh, baby…” he whispers softly. 

You roll your hips against his pelvis, letting out a whine as he fills you completely. “So tight for me, baby girl…” he praises as his hands roam your hips, squeezing every bit of flesh they could grab onto. His head leans back onto the recently fluffed pillow. 

He could tell it was stuffed with feathers rather than cotton. Yet again another aspect he knew you would love and go on a little rant about once you noticed. 

Roger was engulfed in your heat. He groaned in delight with every subtle movement and flux of your inner walls around him. You were rising to the seventh heaven as you continued to ride Roger's cock. You let out a soft moan, causing Roger to jolt his hips upwards.

“That's it,” he praised softly. “Moan for me, petal…”

You gave him what he wanted, and you moaned once again. You moaned his name, and it was music to his ears. 

Roger let out a low moan as he gripped your hips, his knuckles on the verge of going white. “Don't stop, love,” and you don't. There was no way in hell you were stopping.

Your breasts naturally bounced up and down as you rode him. Your right nipple still glistened with Rogers saliva as the natural light hit it. You were at times insecure about your chest, but Roger was always there to comfort and reassure you that there was nothing to be ashamed about. 

He constantly gave you kisses and whispered compliments of how much he loved your body. He never gave up the chance to cop a feel, as well. As your relationship grew, you learned to love your body for how it was.

The sweet, sweet release of ecstasy was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't reach it, like the hand of your lover ghosting your palm before it abruptly pulled away. A shot of pleasure gets sent through your body like IV fluid being fed into your veins. Your gaze moves down and you see Roger's thumb pressing up against your clit again, rubbing in steady circles.  

Your moans instantly increase in volume as Roger's cock continues to disappear inside of you faster and faster. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock…” 

Your hips shudder from the pleasure, and Roger keeps the pad of his thumb firmly on your clit. You moan in delight, both of you completely bewitched by the elevating pleasure. The bed beneath him ceases to exist as his body and mind swims in euphoria. 

The only thing you are able to feel is bliss as you indulge in the serenity and privilege of sexual pleasure. Your hips shake with anticipation as your orgasm grows closer and closer. 

Like a tidal wave rushing over the shore, your body transcends to another consciousness. Chills get sent through your bones, skin trembles as you experience your orgasm. You moan Roger's name and cry out for mercy.

Your inner walls flux tightly around Roger's length. “Oh fuck, Y/N!” he moans. Your come coats his cock, and the sight of your white arousal covering him had him done. His come shot inside of you, groaning like a starving animal as he fills you up entirely. 

You collapse onto Roger's chest. Your skin was tacky as you lay atop his sweaty chest. It was disgusting, but you wouldn't have it any other way. 

“You're amazing…” Roger quietly praised through heavy breaths. “You are, too,” you managed to get out. Roger shook his head with a smile. “You did all the work, petal,” he points out. You let out a small giggle. You suppose he was right.

You slowly lift your hips, releasing Roger from your heat as you both let out a hiss. “Cuddle with me, love,” he hums. You agree and roll over beside him once your breathing has returned to a steady pace. He drapes a quilt over your naked bodies, but the only thing you're able to focus on is Roger's scent. 

You always noticed the little things, but you suppose that's what everybody does when they're in love. You could smell his sweet sweat and the remaining cologne on his skin. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck to get a stronger smell, and while you're there you gently kiss his jaw. He always loved your tiny kisses in that area. 

Yes, the sex was amazing, but you always looked forward to the loving cuddles and kisses after. Especially after some rough play, Roger was the most loving and gentle man on the planet. 

Roger wraps two protective arms around you, holding you tight in a hug. “I love you, Y/N…” he whispers into your hair. 

You smile against his skin. “I love you, too, Roggie…” he blushes at the nickname. If anybody else in the world were to call him that name he would bash their head in, but when he heard it in your soft voice which he loved so dearly to hear, he melted right on the spot every time you said it. 

“These pillows are made of feathers,” you observe, and he laughs. “Yes, Y/N. Yes, they are,”

He knew you were going to love this vacation.

[because-she-goes]

nineteen hundred eighty five

warnings: masochism/sh, couch scene, eating raw meat, Nora and Matty as intellectuals, a dash of sub!matty w/ dom!nora, swearing. Enjoy!

They were six months out from the album being released. Of course Nora had heard what they were working on so far and loved the live, organic energy. Her voice even hidden deep under layers of guitars and bass in some tracks. Matty had promised her no one would be able to know which song or hear her, so she agreed. What she didn't plan on, was him asking for her creative input on an interlude he was planning that would separate the “Being Funny” and “Greatest Hits” section of the concert. When he had first brought it up to her they were sipping their morning teas in their cozy California home. A much larger space than their New York and London apartments, especially with their studio spaces. The home wreaked of “art couple”, pictures plastered everywhere, flowers in unique vases sporadically placed on tables and counters, massive his and hers studios next door to each other that they had used two bedrooms for, a sitting room complete with library and sketch pads with markers for jotting down quick ideas for lyrics or paintings, a media room filled with DVDs of movies and vinyls they love, large open kitchen with windows everywhere for beautiful natural light and lastly a cozy yet romantic dining room with candles and fairy lights everywhere. Truly like someone had taken their brains and turned them into interiors. Greenery everywhere, ivy crawling up the white brick cottage’s walls, picket fence, the whole nine yards of a quaint american-english home. Nora was the main planner/buyer of the operation what with Matty being in New York and London every week working in the album with Jack or Jamie, but she made it a point to ensure the home felt warm and lived in - a place where he could come home, dump his shit at the door and relax. Not have to think about work or the band, just be himself, not Truman or Matty. Obviously, she didn't dare touch the home recording studio, all of that being left up to him and George to decide what he’d need. She also let him pick stuff for their bedroom and bathroom since she wanted him to still feel a part of the whole ordeal. This was their forever home so why shouldn’t he have input. He opted for a jade-green tile shower with twin wooden sinks and a block bathtub. For their sleeping situation, he wanted a big platform bed with blackout curtains covering their floor to ceiling windows (“Nike, my jetlag will be terrible coming home from traveling, they’d be so helpful!” He explained one evening over the phone) and two wood bedside tables with artwork. Keeping the space calm, zen and relaxing.

Getting back to the interlude, he had told her that the general idea of it - and tentative title - would be A Depiction of Masculine Romanticism. They had started planning and researching almost immediately, checking out books from their local library that afternoon about performance art and certain ideas Matty had already had: using Bukoswki interviews, The Virgin Suicides and Buffalo ‘66 clips to be playing in the TV sets behind him, discussing how people fake certain aspects of themselves or hypersexualize themselves to appeal to potential partners, as well as the whole ridiculous idea of Matty being a sex symbol in today’s world. Hearing all of this, it made Nora think of Yoko Ono’s Cut Piece where she sat full dressed in front of an audience and on a PA system granted them permission to cut her clothes and take the piece with them - some approached her shyly and cut small pieces out of the hem of her skirt or top while others were bold and began cutting the center of her blouse or chunks of her bra straps. Ono herself describing it as a “give and take��� between the participants and her - much like a romantic relationship. There was also the instruction given in her book Grapefruit, Nora remembered, where she instructed a group of individuals to simply touch each other and it was up to each participant how far to go with said message. She brought this up to Matty that evening while in bed, showing him the book and exact message. Glasses slipping down his nose, wild curls in every direction, stubble dotting his jawline as he carefully flipped through it and read each passage.

“This is wonderful stuff, I was already contemplating taking my own shirt off and playing into the whole machismo thing with my tattoos and stuff. Thanks, baby!” He pecked her cheek, continuing to read on.

“Handsome, would you pass me that stack of Bukowski books? I want to highlight some stuff you could post across the TV.” She asks saccharine sweet, and he hands them across the bed sheet.

“Find something you love, let it kill you… I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of…A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.” She mumbles to herself, orange marker inking the pages.

“Nike love, remember that movie Buffalo ‘66 we watched one night, and how the guy is telling the girl to fake being in love with him? To sell the idea of them being married or something? I think that could work right like that bit?” He asks, brown eyes facing hers.

“Yeah, that would be really good! Plus, it would play into the clown character you do in the videos sometimes when you have a love interest like the Change of Heart couple.” She adds, thinking back to hearing him mention the other day on the phone to Jamie how he wanted to reprise the role for a new song off their album. “Plus, if you wanted to use The Virgin Suicides like you mentioned, practically the whole movie is about men exploiting young girls for their bodies and playing with their emotions so that would definitely work.”

“Have I mentioned how much I love you and your brain, Nora Downey?” He sweetly prompts, taking her cheek in his hand and rubbing the apple of it with his thumb.

CONTENT WARNING START: SH, MASOCHISM

“Only a few thousand times, Handsome… and I love you and yours too.” She melts, moving closer to him and tucking herself under his arm, now reading his book about Gina Pane and the use of her body as the vessel for artistic expression - st times even using the act of masochism and how people react to it as the art itself.

“In Unanesthetized Climb (1971) she climbed, barefoot, a ladder with rungs studded with metal protrusions, stopping when she could no longer endure the pain. For the installation series Action Notation she mixed photographs of her previous wounds with objects, such as toys, glass, etc., from her previous actions…” Matty’s hair falls in his face as he speaks, a hand rakes through it combing it back out of his eyes. “The process was controversial since it almost always involved an element of masochism: cutting her tongue or her ear, sticking nails into her forearm, smashing through a glass door, ingesting food to the point of nausea.” An idea sparks, he’ll come back to it later. He yawns. Nora’s eyes trained on his mouth like a hunter waiting for just the right moment to attack. God, how were his lips so pink? “Pane no longer based her approach on direct bodily experience, although the body remained pivotal and retained its symbolic significance through figures (cross, rectangle, circle) and materials (burnt or rusty metal, glass or copper).” Matty continues, breath shaky. He knew this was good, but he himself was not a masochist of this caliber yet, however Truman Black could be. Nora noticed the gears in Matty’s brain start to turn once he stopped reading. Despite the graphic content, she was fascinated with Pane’s work. She could see the clear connections between this physical mutilation and the emotional trauma women endure. One of Pane’s performances making this exact argument, it involved her laying on a mental frame with candles underneath, her body unmoving and unyielding to the slow burn - physically representing the pain some women experienced in their own bedrooms, with a partner or simply during sexual relations. Nora grimaces at the thought, bitterness suddenly soaking her tongue.

CONTENT WARNING END: SH, MASOCHISM

“…Okay! Think that’s enough of that for the night.” Matty swiftly states, ends of the book clapping together. “Do you want some tea or anything before bed, Darling?” He asks, getting up and making his way to the door. Her mind turns. Why has he been making the tea every night? Where did all her sweets go?

“Oh very smart, Matthew! I knew you’d been sneaking the chocolates at night while making the tea!” She gets up, chasing after him as he giggles over his shoulder - face bright red like a thief caught in the act.

“But they’re so good!!” He exclaims, running down the hall.

The following week, Matty is sat up in bed reading. Nora asleep in a heap next to him, snoozing away calmly. Bags under his eyes darker than normal and stubble more pronounced. Unbeknownst to Nora, Matty had spent every night for the past week reading about different performance artists, in an attempt to keep up with Nora during their meetings with Jamie and Patricia every few days. He was tired, but he liked the quiet evenings of studying - missing out on it during the ages where he would normally be at college or uni, as his brother now called it. He’d bring whatever book he was reading with him to the studio with the guys and read while George made the backing tracks.

“Mate, a tour isn’t a thesis essay. We can just have 10 minutes of us talking and the fans would be happy.” The giant points out in his deep voice.

“I am just reading so I don’t seem like a wanker when talking about this stuff to Nora, Mate.”

“Oh her? You’ll never outdo her. She’s got a brain the size of The Shard!” Ross cracks back at him.

“Yeah, Matt. She is like an oxford scholar or something with all the stuff in her head!” Adam chirps.

Matty grumbles something about his friends talking about her head as his nose goes back to his book.

Some months later, Matty has his interlude finalized. Nora hasn’t seen anything about it since those first few weeks, but here she was on opening night of At Their Very Best. Her black outfit matching his all black suit perfectly. The patent leather gleaming in the concert lights. Her brunette hair is worn down, gently caressing the small of her back.

The first half is going great, the fan’s screaming every lyric as if they themselves wrote it. Nora now hears the music she had suggested to Matty for the performance - “Nothin In The World Can Stop Me Worryin Me Bout That Girl” by The Kinks. It was a song from a movie she loved as a kid and it talks about a girl being unfaithful and her partner still loving her despite the pain. Matty, now up on the stage before her does as he told her moons ago, takes off his black button down to the cheers of the crowd. Nora’s stomach sank when he started doing the following action, something they certainly never discussed or something she never got a warning about. He saunters over to a crinkly leather couch, takes some puffs of a cigarette, hollowed cheeks accentuating his lips perfectly. He puts an oxygen mask to his face and continues to do things only Nora has seen when Matty is needy, pleading for her and aching to be touched. He feels his thighs, his own hands drifting everywhere hers wouldnt on those nights where she teases. His breathing goes erratic, chest starts to heave. Nora’s thighs begin to burn and at the apex of them she feels like a flame is being held to her skin. Her leather skirt suddenly feeling too restrictive. She is frozen, mouth agape, eyes unblinking. He simulates things only she has seen while on FaceTime while he toured and missed her. Her mouth drools. She looks at him like someone who has been starved for 6 years and suddenly sees a feast in front of them. Ravenous.

It is then that her Matthew bucks into his hand, head thrown back, jawline sharp enough to cut through glass. Cheers and screams of lust fill the room, it is deafening. She can’t hold it together anymore, sprinting to the side entrance to the stage, flashing her lanyard to security. She halts only when the edge of the spotlight is just about to hit her boots. Surrounded by the guys, Patricia, Sam, Jamie and the band, she is in shock.

He gets up off the couch, takes one final drag of a cigarette and as if he knows she’s there like a radar is in his brain, he fucking looks over his shoulder and winks at her with a devilish grin. Now the music shifts: an instrumental of “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by the Rolling Stones. He kneels like a disciple in front of the TVs as they flash on. Bukowski’s words flashing across them with the footage of Buffalo ‘66 and The Virgin Suicides. Matty lays his head down in a sort of down-ward dog yoga pose, lanky arms outstretched - his shoulder blades jutting out like a fallen angel’s wings. Music taking over him as his chest heaves even more. He shifts a bit and moves to do push ups. Nora is now like a rabid dog at the side stage. Practically foaming at the mouth. He has her right where he wants her. George has to physically hold her back to keep the girl from running out onto the stage. Her brain analyzing each inch of his marble skin as it squeezes and contracts into the exercise to hold his weight suspended.

He comes to a stop and pivots on his knees. The music crescendos. Mick Jagger’s screaming now being played with the choir and guitars. Piano plays manically. Choir builds. A tomahawk steak is brought out to him, he takes a glance to the audience and to Nora, another wink. The audience goes to a level 10 wild. He devours the raw steak, holding the bone and gnawing down on the flesh. Picking some out his teeth and sucking his fingers clean.

Nora is baffled. All lust and the fact that she is married to the guy aside, it is some of the best performance art she has ever seen. Artistically, she is stunned at the fact that the toxic masculinity radiating off of him was not only being encouraged, but adored by the crowd. He has every single person in the building in the palm of his hand. Wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, he crawls to the largest TV. Pushing the screen open, he plummets like Alice going down a rabbit hole. The crowd thunders. Nora is out of herself, brain alight. Amazed by his creativity and his ability to make at least 20,000 people feel every emotion he wanted them to, to have all of them at his whim. She is in awe, she knew he was a great performer and someone beloved, but she never knew he had this in him. That her Matty had this power at his disposal to use whenever, that he could switch that power on and off.

He, now out of character, steps to the group and wipes his face with a towel - out of the audience’s view. The sound of the sea of people cheering still consuming the building. She takes one look at him.

“I love you, Healy.” She mouths.

“Love you too, Downey.” He smirks as he gets pulled away to get dressed. All Nora can think is that no-one on the planet will ever come close to him for her, he’s it for her. Her mom always told her he was the one, but she didn’t actually think she’d be alive to see the day Matty fucking Healy was hopelessly in love with her. More than anything though, one thing was true. He was the best thing going for her in her life, and she would always be thankful to whatever angel sent him to her.

Thankful for her Matty. Her husband.

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The night sky, visible through the small window, was other-worldly and spectacular for the red-eye flight from Atlanta to London. The long hours were thankfully uneventful which I took as a very good omen.  I managed a first-class booking – sleeping pod and all - so I was as comfortable as I could possibly be.  Drifting off, images of the day to follow flickered through my slumber-ready thoughts – the flat, the paperwork, and of course, Jimmy – where, when and how will we meet? 

So much is still in the dark.

Sighing, I surrendered to Morpheus.  He hadn’t been my friend of late, but on the flight to the unimaginable rendezvous, he returned to me.  When I awoke from the brief but deep sleep, a succession of vivid images from my dreaming flashed in my head, and I bolted upright from the reclined seat.

Damn! I remember!

Amazed, I slipped back, eyes closed, replaying the visions.   

I was walking to the flat in Kensington. Ahead, a flock of birds milled about.   Pigeons!  Of course.  As I got closer, they took flight en masse.  Watching them gracefully arc above me, I corrected myself.  “No, they’re doves.”  The only words I spoke.  I looked down to find the sidewalk replaced by the front entrance of the flat.  I cautiously opened the black varnished door, finding a grand, hall-like room crisscrossed with large brown timbers imbedded in sand-colored walls – unmistakably medieval.  Baffled, I stepped outside to re-examine the exterior.  Right, that’s definitely Georgian.   Reentering the flat, the same timber and plaster interior surrounded me.  I giggled at the oddity.  Following distant voices, I was drawn to a large, dusky room containing a round table that looked as if it were sliced from the trunk of a massive tree.  In the dimness, multi-colored squares of light dotted the luster of its highly polished surface.   I surveyed the room to identify the source of the mesmerizing patterns.  A man leaned cross-armed against the wall in a far corner gazing outward through stained-glass windows that rose from floor to ceiling – the source of the kaleidoscope.  The hazy sunlight created a golden sheen on a sliver of his dark attire, the rest in shadow. There were others - two men seated at the table in deep discussion. I couldn’t see any of their faces or hear the conversation – no matter how hard I tried. Maybe they didn’t have faces – the absurd thought seemed entirely reasonable. The faceless man from the opening scenes of The Song Remains The Same sprang into my mind.  It struck me as incredibly funny.   While I laughed, the room and the men disappeared, replaced by a field of tall grass in early evening.  The soft shoots caressed my arms and legs as I lay in the expanse. Clouds, bottoms tinged with orange and purple from the reflection of the setting sun, traveled across the fading sky as it slowly transformed into a night with a sparkling canopy of stars.  From the grasses in the distance, shimmering green lights twinkled then rose, as one – like an aurora borealis – to hang low at the horizon.   I watched in amazement.  I sensed someone there with me.  I didn’t see her or him but could feel their wonder as well, whoever it was. 

Every detail was repeated just as I had dreamed. 

Damn, that was trippy. . . I think I remember the whole thing!  Well. . .maybe a breakthrough?

I savored the feeling.  My introspection was interrupted by the steward’s arrival to undo the sleeping pod.  Oblivious to the movement next to me, I stood absorbed in the realness of the dream – the sounds, the scents, the visions – so crystal clear.  Reseated, I paused another moment relishing the details then took out my laptop to record the impressions.  Lawyer-mode returned and I thought it best to also review the notes I had made about itinerary and such:  nine tomorrow morning – meeting with Jimmy’s representative at his manager’s office to sign the NDA and other paperwork, as well as to finalize the logistics of the much-anticipated meeting; contacts for Perry and the flat’s landlord; possible day trips; the pilgrimage; and where to meet the driver at the airport.

Meeting Jimmy! Fuck, this is actually happening. . .not yet, my girl.  Don’t jinx it!

Upset at myself for doubting, I slapped the laptop closed and shoved it back under the seat.  I jerked open the book brought along for the flight, needing a diversion from negative thoughts.   The first volume of the Outlander series was suggested to me by a friend who noted the series of books had a fascinating plot line.  The story captivated me, and seemingly only minutes later, the pilot announced the approach to the airport. 

Wow.  That was a quick two hours!  So well written.  I may need to pick up the next book while I’m here.

I took stock of my belongings, sliding the book into my laptop bag, and prepared to land.  On the jetway, I checked my watch.   It was 9:30 a.m. local time.  I was to meet, I assumed, Jimmy’s driver at noon in the baggage area. 

Customs must be a bitch!

At 12:30, I finally arrived to collect my bags, having survived the customs nightmare.  As I searched the crowd around the baggage claim, I spied a tall guy with shaggy blond hair holding a “Jane M” sign. 

Okay, that’s him.  Is that? . . .Oh my god, I think it is.”

As I approached him, I beamed with glee. “Well, if it isn’t ‘The Scanner’!  Perry!” I held out my hand.  “So happy to meet you.  I recognized you from the photo.”

“Ha, yeah.  Great to meet you too,” he said, heartily shaking my hand.

“I was expecting a driver or something.  It’s very nice of you to pick me up in person.”

“I am that, on occasion, but today, we have a driver.”  As he spoke, he guided me toward the carousel that was delivering the long-awaited luggage at a snail’s pace to the gaggle of passengers. “The car is just outside so let’s get your bags and we’ll be on our way to your flat.  We can have a chat en route.”

The journey from Heathrow to South Kensington went by quickly and we were soon in front of my temporary residence.

I stepped out of the car, admiring the row of stately, terraced residences, sparkling white in the afternoon sun.  “Very, very cool.  Much better in person.”

Perry joined me on the sidewalk.  “This is a fantastic neighborhood – great architecture.” He glanced back to the driver wrestling the luggage from the boot to the curb.  “We need the key.”

“Right, need to get it from the owner.  I’ll be just a second.”

I bounded up the stairs and rang the bell.  A young blonde woman opened the door.

I tried to regain my breath. “Uh. . .Hi. . . Good day.  I’m Jane Mott – renting the downstairs.”

“Oh, yes.  Good to meet you, Jane.  Emily Putnam.  My husband, Rob, and I own the place.  Please, come in.”

“Emily. . .is it possible. . .umm. . .I have some guys waiting to bring in my bags.  Could I get the key and I’ll come back once they’re done?”

“Of course.”  She reached to a table behind the door.  “Here it is and the door is just there.” She nodded to the wrought-iron railing of the stairway to the flat below.  “Once you’re settled, come up the stairs from the back patio.  I’ll be in the kitchen – right at the top of the stairs.  We’ll have tea and go over the particulars.”

“Great.  Thanks, Emily.  So nice to meet you.  See you in a bit.”

The men trundled my unwieldy bags across the black and white checkerboard tiles of the front terrace and down the stairs to the flat. Once inside, I was pleasantly surprised.

Thank the gods – no timbers.

“Wow.  This is very modern.  The photos really didn’t do justice.”

“This will be quite comfortable, I’m sure.  I hope you enjoy your time here.”

“How could I not, Perry?” I chuckled. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Mr. Page’s driver will collect you promptly at half eight for the drive to the office.  Is that still a good time for you or should I make it later – you know, jet lag and such?”

“No, that will be fine.”

“Jane, a pleasure. I’ll be on my way then.”  He nodded his goodbye.

“Thanks again for everything.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

I dragged my two huge suitcases and assorted other bags down the hall to the spacious master bedroom.  Unpacking, I took special care with hanging the vintage items in the walk-in closet.  The room was graced with a king-size bed and a huge bathroom.  Particularly interesting was the shower sporting a water jet system in the walls.

Just what I need.  Definitely on the agenda for this evening.

I wandered through the rooms discovering other features.  The state-of-the-art kitchen was fully stocked with items I requested to be delivered, right down to the liquor.  The living room was complete with a flat screen TV, internet connections, and what looked to be a wi-fi set up.  It opened onto a cozy, walled patio with a fire pit.

This is incredibly upscale.  I’m going to absolutely love it here.

Remembering my check-in with Emily, I climbed the patio stairs to spend the hour sipping delicious creamy tea, finalizing the arrangements, and learning about the area.  I almost choked, mid-swallow, when Emily mentioned Jimmy Page lived in the neighborhood, noting that she and Rob were avid Zep fans.

“We see him frequently when he’s in town, you know – out and about in the shops”

Regaining my composure, I leaned in.   “Really?  So, he’s just like a normal guy?”

“Yes, he seems so, but then, there are often fans hanging about, so maybe no.  He’s generally very gracious.”

“Maybe I’ll have a sighting while I’m here.” I inwardly smirked, nonchalantly lifting the cup to my lips. 

Returning to the flat, I set up my laptop in the living room, connecting the various wires and plugs.  I switched on my YouTube playlist, thrilled to hear Zep from all corners of the room. 

Perfect!  Surround sound! Gotta get out of these clothes and this f’ing bra.  Maybe time for that shower.

Making my way back to the bedroom, the strains of The Rover floated through unseen speakers in the walls of each room I entered.  Debating a long luxurious bath or the shower with the awesome jets, the shower won out.  The effect of the water massage combined with the melodies of Physical Graffiti was heavenly.  All the travel tension had melted away.  That, along with the inevitable jet lag, made it apparent that it would be an early night.  

I slipped into a comfortable long dress, my favorite for lounging, and searched the kitchen for a glass, ice, and the bottle of Jack.  Dancing my way to the bedroom, I took a swig, depositing the tumbler on the nightstand.  As I sprawled across the bed, the events of the past week – the trip preparation, the brief misgivings about what I had gotten into, and the excitement at the possibility of meeting Jimmy were front of mind.  Then, I remembered my first interaction with Perry. 

 Oh my god, that call in January!  I’m so happy he has a sense of humor.

The aroma of cherry and oak permeated the air from the flames gently licking the logs in the living room fireplace. I curled up on the sofa with a stack of contracts on my lap.  The firm had taken on several new band clients at the end of the year, a few of them exceptionally talented.  As a result, I anticipated spending the entire weekend reviewing tour agreements and management services contracts to ensure everything was fair and equitable.  With the Saturday morning ticking into afternoon, I took a break to refresh my coffee and settled back onto the sofa.  Amid a particularly confusing section, my cell phone rang.  Focused on my reading, I answered without looking at the screen, putting the caller on speaker.

“Hello.”

“Uh. . .yes, hello. . .Is this Jane Mott?”  The caller was unmistakably British.

“Perhaps. . . And this is?

“My name is Perry Hudson calling on behalf of Jimmy Page.”

“Right. . . okay.  Look-”

The voice interrupted, “Ms. Mott, I know this may be unexpected since a rather extended time has passed since you posted the correspondence to Mr. Page, but. . .”

This is probably some asshole who found “the correspondence” in a trash bin. . .For fuck’s sake, it’s been forever.

“LOOK!  I don’t know who you are, how you got my number, or what ‘correspondence' you're referring to” I barked at the phone, “but I’m very busy and in no mood to be pranked, so. . . fuck off!”

His words squawked rapidly from the phone’s tiny speaker.  “No, no, Ms. Mott, don’t hang up!  My name is Perry Hudson.  I am truly calling you from London regarding the letter you sent to Mr. Page. . I’M THE SCANNER!! PLEASE, don’t hang up.”

“Wait. . . what?”

“I got your package at the Flames of Albion offices and passed it on to Mr. Page, personally.”

“You did? Really?”  I said weakly as my stomach flipped-flopped. At that moment, I noticed the number on the screen proved an international call.  A million scenarios raced through my head – he could be anyone. . .some schmuck in a mailroom somewhere having a go at me.  “Sorry, Mr. Hudson, is it?  I’m not convinced.”

“Well, that’s totally understandable, Ms. Mott.  Let me just say, this is. . . I must admit. . .this is a first for me, as well.”

I heard something like truth in his voice but was still skeptical. “Do tell, please.”

“Mr. Page has had an impossibly hectic schedule, which I’m sure you can understand.  When he had the time to give your letter proper attention, the months had slipped away.”

Giving in to my penchant for pacing when angry or unsure of myself – and I was a bit of both - I sprang from the couch, scattering the papers from my lap across the floor.  “Fuck,” I muttered.

“Eh. . .what? . . .Please forgive me if this is not a good time to speak.”

“No, no, it’s okay, Mr. Hudson.  Perhaps we should start over?” I took the phone off speaker, grabbed the cigarettes and lighter from the coffee table, and barged out the front door, oblivious to the freezing air.  I crisscrossed the porch as I smoked. “What exactly do you want and how do I know you are who you say you are?”

“Starting over. . .yes. . .thank you, but I’m not sure how I can prove who I am over the phone. . .At any rate, Mr. Page found the entirety of your letter. . .fascinating. . .is the word he used.  He’s tasked me with arranging a meeting, possibly in the fall, after the proper vetting. . . .since your letter implied a trip to London was in your future plans. He would be delighted to meet you if that works out.”

I sunk onto the swing, pulling another cigarette from the pack.  “Umm. . .wow. . .yeah, that’s possible.”  Thoughts racing, I grabbed one.  “Please forgive my apprehension, but I need to know that you are genuine before we go any further.  I do need some sort of proof.”

“What can I do to provide that to your satisfaction?”

After a deep breath, I forged ahead.  “I would need to see evidence, tangible evidence, that you even know Jimmy, for one."  Being a total smart-ass, I continued in my best drama-class high British accent, “I’m sure you’re quite aware, Mr. Hudson, that anyone can pretend they are something they are not.”

“Not bad, Ms. Mott,” he snickered.

“Well, you get my point, right?” Emboldened, since I was still unsure of the veracity of the call, I pushed further to test.  “I think a call with Jimmy to confirm would work. . .maybe a video call with you both would suffice.  Is that doable?”

There was silence.

I continued. “I mean, I’ve already offered a non-disclosure, so we can start that right now, verbally, if that makes it easier.”

“I don’t think Mr. Page would agree to a call of that sort,” he said hesitantly.

“Alright, I can understand that. Okay, then. . . .uh. . .how about a photo of both of you together, with a date and time stamp - as a compromise? If Mr. Page is amenable, after you take the photo, please send it to me right away.  I’ll give you the email address for my Blackberry; it's very secure.  You can send the image there."

“I think. . .that. . .may be. . .possible.  Obviously, I need to consult with Mr. Page.”

I rattled off the address and after assuring me I’d hear from him in the next few days, we ended the call.

I remained on the swing in the freezing air, puffing on my fourth cigarette, comfortably numb yet shivering. I returned inside and warmed myself by the fire, staring into the flames. 

What the hell just happened? 

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London’s vibrant cityscape isn’t just defined by its architecture but also by the rich details within its interiors. Painters and decorators London play a significant role in shaping the aesthetic of residential and commercial spaces, turning blank walls into visually appealing environments. Whether it's modern apartments, heritage homes, offices, or retail spaces, these professionals add life to interiors, merging artistry with craftsmanship.

What Painters and Decorators Do?

The work of painters and decorators goes beyond applying a fresh coat of paint. They work with a deep understanding of materials, textures, color theory, and design principles, ensuring that every detail aligns with the client’s vision. Their tasks include preparing surfaces, choosing the right paints and finishes, applying paints or wallpapers, and conducting touch-ups for a flawless result. This process may also involve plastering, varnishing wood, or adding decorative elements like stenciling and murals.

Surface preparation is essential and can involve filling cracks, smoothing walls, and priming. These steps make a difference in how well the paint adheres and endures over time. Painters and decorators assess each surface's unique needs, from metal and wood to plaster and brick. With a focus on durability, they ensure that the final result withstands the test of time, especially in London’s variable climate.

Key Skills and Qualities

London Painter and Decorator combine practical skills with a keen aesthetic eye. Precision and attention to detail are paramount, as slight errors in application can disrupt the look of a room. They need excellent time-management skills to complete projects efficiently while coordinating with other tradespeople, especially on larger commercial projects. Furthermore, they often need to adapt to the distinctive requirements of London’s architecture, working with buildings ranging from Georgian and Victorian to ultra-modern structures.

Professional decorators also stay informed about emerging trends and eco-friendly practices, such as using low-VOC (volatile organic compound) paints and sustainable materials. This knowledge helps them meet clients' preferences for healthier and more sustainable living and working spaces.

Residential and Commercial Services

In London, painters and decorators cater to a wide range of clients, from homeowners and landlords to businesses and property developers. Residential services often include painting and decorating individual rooms or entire homes, with a focus on creating comfortable, personalized spaces. Many decorators work closely with interior designers, blending functionality with aesthetic appeal to make each home unique.

For commercial clients, painters and decorators help enhance brand identity through tailored color schemes and designs that reflect a company’s image. Whether it’s a restaurant with a welcoming atmosphere, an office that inspires productivity, or a retail store that draws in customers, commercial decorators use design elements to reinforce the brand message. They also understand the importance of meeting deadlines and minimizing disruptions in business operations.

Hiring a Painter and Decorator in London

When hiring a Painters in London, it's essential to look for professionals with experience, a strong portfolio, and positive client reviews. Many reputable decorators are members of industry organizations such as the Painting and Decorating Association (PDA), which ensures adherence to high standards. In a city like London, where aesthetics and quality matter, the expertise of a skilled painter and decorator can make all the difference, enhancing not only the look but also the value of a property.

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HOUSING PROJECT

The Bauhaus Dessau Foundation, the organization that has led the decades-long renovation of the school and its properties, boldly chose to reconceive the Gropius House and Moholy-Nagy Houses rather than slavishly recreate them. The rebuilt homes, opened in 2014, are handsome and unsettling.

Bruno Fioretti Marquez (BFM), the architects selected, understood the impossibility of rebuilding the houses, which had been destroyed by fire during WWII, and addressed instead "the actual substance of memory." They recreated their shells in flat white concrete, giving them the dreamy cast of plaster models. They are, true to the originals, modestly scaled. The spaces inside are comfortable, with stairs and halls that invite exploration. But their fixed flush frosted-glass windows block air and views, shaping a bunker-like atmosphere. There is no promise, no delight, to keep one inside.

As in any public space, the minimally-detailed white finishes have not worn well. I visited on a wet day in July, dropping my umbrella in a stand by the door, under the watch of apathetic guards, and there were muddy footprints all over the bare concrete floor. Plaster on the walls near handrails and doors was worn and stained. At opening, with pristine white finishes, the spaces must have felt platonic, their taut geometries ringing. But a decade later the buildings simply feel exhausted, without presence. And what better way to address loss than to evoke what's missing.

Take a look, in contrast, at Rachel Whiteread's sculpture House, that cast the interior spaces of a London rowhouse in concrete and set it right on a lot where that house itself might have stood. It's prosaic, elegiac, and moving. The cast is exactingly literal, capturing baseboard, door frame, window pull, switchplate and fireplace mantel, all the parts that are kicked and rubbed and touched, that invite living, that make this place a home. It's these contours that have been purged from the new Gropius and Mohology-Nagy Houses and, along with them, the sense of habitation.

Photograph courtesy of Bruno Fioretti Marquez.

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Eight home kitchens finished with tactile brick floors

Our latest lookbook collects eight houses from around the world that feature kitchens with tactile brick floors, including a mid-century home in the USA and a coastal dwelling in Denmark. Widely used for their durability and low maintenance, bricks are a long-time favourite material across the fields of architecture, interiors and design. They are most commonly used on walls and patios, but also popular as internal flooring because of their ability to add rich, earthy tones and tactile qualities to an interior.  While brick flooring may conjure up images of old rustic farmhouses, this roundup shows how they can also be adapted to suit contemporary homes around the world.  The examples below include those that have been arranged in herringbone format, used as a backdrop to oak cabinetry or designed to connect homes to their matching patios outside. This is the latest in our lookbooks series, which provides visual inspiration from Dezeen's archive. For more inspiration, see previous lookbooks featuring conversation pits, autumnal living rooms and lavish members' clubs.

Photo by Carlos NaudeHacienda Granada, USA, by Working Holiday Studio Working Holiday Studio sought to create a "hacienda vibe" for this mid-century home that it overhauled in Los Angeles. Among the alterations was a revamp of the kitchen, which involved adding a floor of warm terracotta bricks handmade in Tijuana, Mexico, arranged in a herringbone format. They contribute to a warm and earthy aesthetic in the room, which is enhanced by dark green plaster walls and wooden joinery and furniture. Find out more about Hacienda Granada ›

Photo by Agnese SanvitoGallery House, UK, by Neil Dusheiko Chunky reclaimed bricks extend down from the lower half of the walls of this kitchen and continue out across its floor. Designed by architect Neil Dusheiko for his father-in-law, the terracotta lining forms a backdrop to a wall of storage built from oak that displays ceramics, glassware and framed pictures. Find out more about Gallery House ›

Photo by Jonas Bjerre-Poulsen of Norm ArchitectsFjord Boat House, Denmark, by Norm Architects Handmade ceramic bricks are inlaid across the floor of this kitchen, which Danish studio Norm Architects created at the Fjord Boat House in Denmark. Married with warm oak finishes and a custom washi-paper pendant lamp, the textured flooring is intended to contribute to a warm and cosy atmosphere. "A refined abundance of warm textures and hues are used throughout, creating a deep sense of cosiness and comfort," said Norm Architects. Find out more about Fjord Boat House ›

Photo by David SouthwoodArklow Villa III, South Africa, by Douglas & Company During their renovation of a century-old house in Cape Town, architects Liani and Jan Douglas revamped the kitchen with a tactile material palette that includes brick flooring. The terracotta floor continues onto the adjoining patio and is teamed with a structure of exposed South African pine and bespoke wooden units finished with green marble counters. Find out more about Arklow Villa III ›

Photo by Chris WhartonVinyl House, UK, by Benjamin Wilkes Elongated bricks are arranged in a herringbone formation across the floor of the Vinyl House extension, recently completed by British studio Benjamin Wilkes in London. Designed to help connect its kitchen area to the matching patio outside, the earthy flooring is complemented by warm wooden cabinetry and off-white terrazzo countertops. Find out more about Vinyl House ›

Photo by Prue RuscoeBudge Over Dover, Australia, by YSG Terracotta brick was teamed with aged brass and tactile plaster across the interior of Budge Over Dover, a house in Australia renovated by YSG. Bricks line much of the ground floor, including its textured kitchen that is complete with a chunky prep counter made with a veiny marble countertop. Find out more about Budge Over Dover ›

Photo by Jonas Bjerre-PoulsenHeatherhill Beach House, Denmark, by Norm Architects Norm Architects also opted for brick flooring in the kitchen of Heatherhill Beach House, a wooden holiday home on the Danish coast. It was designed as a contemporary twist on the traditional brick flooring found in Denmark. "The bricks are placed side by side instead of in the traditional pattern and have minimal cuts – instead, the grout size changes minimally to achieve a homogenous and harmonious look," the studio explained. Find out more about Heatherhill Beach House ›

Photo by Fred HowarthCamberwell Cork House, UK, by Delve Architects A floor that acts as a continuation of the brick paving outside features in the open-plan kitchen of Camberwell Cork House, conceived by Delve Architects in London. Its design formed part of a wider strategy for the home that sought to better connect it to its garden. This is also achieved by introducing large green-framed windows that enhance sight lines and maximise natural light. Find out more about Camberwell Cork House › This is the latest in our lookbooks series, which provides visual inspiration from Dezeen's archive. For more inspiration, see previous lookbooks featuring conversation pits, autumnal living rooms and lavish members' clubs. Read the full article

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GREEN BOOK & COFFEE

lot type - community/coffee shop

size 30 x 20

furnished

Next stop in Sims 4 Willow Creek new town makeover - Green Book & Coffee - Mixed retail and coffee shop in one bulding, finished with some debug items to create the atmosphere of the city - even the delivery truck ;)

Main idea and interior details focused on @pierisim costum content collections and as usual @harrie-cc and @felixandresims. Thank You creators for your incredible work which makes sim builds so much more detailed and entertaining!!

One thing.. tons of clutter items which probably will disappear when you will place the lot or change the wall colors - sorry for that. Hope everything will be perfect :)

Gallery id: JakkuuSim

Full list of cc down below..

Pierisim cc:

domaine du clos

mcm house

maison meulière

winter garden

coldbrew

calderone

oak house

rold skov

the office mini kit

Hey_Harrie cc:

spoons

brownstone

octave

Felixandre cc:

grove

berlin

colonial

paris

kyoto

schwerin

london

florence

Harrie and Felix collab cc:

orjanic

livin’ rum

kichen

jardane

baysic

King Falcon cc"

stone railing set vol. I

..the rest of the elements are not strictly necessary - You can easly replace them with base game objects or use some of the content that You already have..

Tuds cc:

beam living (only lightning)

emma collection (only lightning)

Amoebae cc:

Plastered Style walls

Littledica cc:

rise & grind (only coffe cups)

Joolster's Corner cc:

vents

WyattsSims cc:

basegame trashcan recolors + recycling

Have a nice Weekend Everybody!!!!!

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The Ultimate Guide to Loft Conversion in London: A Step-by-Step Process

Introduction

In a city like London, where space comes at a premium, many homeowners turn to loft conversions as a practical solution to expand their living space. Whether you need an extra bedroom, a home office, or a recreational area, converting your loft can be a cost-effective and space-efficient way to meet your needs. In this comprehensive guide, we will take you through the entire loft conversion process in London, step by step. We've got you covered, from understanding why loft conversions are a wise choice to budgeting for your project.

The Ultimate Guide to Loft Conversions

Why Consider a Loft Conversion?

Maximizing Your Existing Space: One of the most compelling reasons to consider a loft conversion is to make the most of the space you already have. London properties often have limited square footage, and utilizing the often-neglected loft can significantly increase your usable living area without extending your property's footprint.

Cost-Effective Expansion: Unlike moving to a larger house or building an extension, loft conversions are a more cost-effective way to add space to your home. You don't need to acquire additional land or go through the hassle of selling and buying a new property.

Added Property Value: Loft conversions can substantially increase the value of your home. In London's competitive property market, having an additional bedroom or living space can improve your property. Making specific changes can enhance the product's attractiveness. "This could result in a higher value to potential buyers."\ selling price. Resale value.

Avoiding Planning Permission Hassles: In many cases, loft conversions fall under Permitted Development Rights (PD), which means you may not need planning permission, saving you time and money. However, checking with your local planning authority to confirm your eligibility for PD rights is essential.

Energy Efficiency: Properly insulated loft conversions can improve your home's energy efficiency. Upgrading your loft's insulation and installing energy-efficient windows Using insulation can decrease the amount of heat that is lost and ultimately lower your energy bills.

Cost and Budgeting for a Loft Conversion

"Now that you clearly understand the advantages of a loft conversion, Let's delve into the cost and budgeting aspects of this exciting home improvement project.

Initial Assessment: The first step in budgeting for a loft conversion is to assess your loft's suitability and condition. A structural engineer or architect can help you determine if your attic can be converted and provide you with an estimate of the costs involved.

Design and Planning: You'll need detailed architectural plans once you proceed with the project. Hiring an architect or designer will add to your overall cost but is crucial for obtaining accurate quotes from builders and ensuring your loft conversion meets building regulations.

Building Regulations and Permissions: While loft conversions often fall under Permitted Development Rights, you may still need to comply with building regulations. Factor in costs for building control inspections, structural calculations, and any necessary planning permissions.

Builder's Quote: Obtaining quotes from reputable builders or loft conversion specialists is essential for budgeting accurately. Get at least three quotes to compare prices. Please remember to check references to ensure the quality of the work.

Structural Work: The structural work in converting a loft includes reinforcing the floor, adding roof supports, and installing access points like stairs or ladders. This is a significant portion of the budget, so be prepared for these costs.

Interior Finishes: Consider the interior finishes you want for your loft, including flooring, insulation, plastering, and electrical and plumbing work. High-quality finishes will increase your budget, but they are essential for a comfortable and visually appealing space.

Fixtures and Fittings: Budget for fixtures such as windows, doors, skylights, and any built-in storage or furniture you plan to include in your loft conversion. These items can vary widely in price depending on their quality and design.

Contingency Fund: Always set aside a contingency fund for unforeseen expenses or changes in the project. A common rule of thumb is to allocate around 10% of your budget for contingencies.

VAT and Professional Fees: Don't forget to account for value-added tax (VAT) on materials and labour, as well as professional fees for architects, engineers, and surveyors.

Project Timeline: Keep in mind that the longer the project takes, the more it will cost in terms of labour and temporary accommodations if necessary. Set a realistic project timeline and budget for potential delays.

Financing Options: Consider how you will finance your loft conversion. Options include personal savings, home equity loans, or remortgage. Choose the financing method that aligns with your financial situation and goals.

Cost-Saving Strategies: To stay within your budget, explore cost-saving strategies like using reclaimed materials, negotiating with suppliers, or doing some of the work yourself if you have the skills.

Conclusion

A loft conversion in London can be a fantastic way to add space, value, and functionality to your home. By understanding why loft conversions are a practical choice and carefully budgeting for your project, you can confidently embark on this journey. Plan thoroughly, consult experts, and prepare for unexpected challenges. With the right approach and resources, you can transform your loft into a beautiful, functional living space that enhances your London home's appeal and value.

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Advancing Living Spaces: A Comprehensive Guide to Flat Renovation in London

Flat renovation in London has become a transformative solution for residents seeking to revitalise and modernise their living spaces. Whether it's upgrading outdated interiors, optimising layout, or incorporating contemporary design elements, flat renovation services in London offer a range of solutions. Let's explore the various services available, each contributing to the enhancement of flats in this bustling metropolis.

1. Initial Consultation:

The journey of flat renovation often begins with an initial consultation. Residents collaborate with renovation specialists to discuss their vision, preferences, and specific requirements. This crucial step ensures that the renovation plan is tailored to meet the unique needs of each flat.

2. Interior Design and Layout Planning:

Skilled designers are central in the flat renovation, creating detailed plans that optimise space and aesthetics. They consider layout, storage solutions, and style preferences to craft a design that seamlessly integrates with the resident's lifestyle.

3. Wall and Ceiling Refurbishment:

Flat renovation services often encompass refurbishing walls and ceilings. This may involve repairing or replacing damaged plaster, updating paint or wallpaper finishes, and addressing structural issues to create a fresh and contemporary atmosphere.

4. Kitchen Refurbishment:

The kitchen is a focal point in any flat; renovation services can transform it into a modern, functional space. Upgrading appliances, cabinets, and countertops enhances the kitchen's aesthetics and usability.

5. Bathroom Upgrades:

Refurbishing bathrooms is a common focus in flat renovation projects. Services may include installing new fixtures, updating tiling, and enhancing the overall design to create a stylish and comfortable bathing space.

6. Flooring Solutions:

Flat renovation services offer various flooring options to suit different tastes and requirements. Whether it's hardwood, laminate, or tiles, professionals can guide residents in selecting the right flooring for each room.

7. Lighting Installations:

Strategic lighting can transform the ambience of a flat. Renovation services may include installing new fixtures, such as pendant lights or spotlights, to create a well-lit and inviting living environment.

8. Storage Optimisation:

Clever storage solutions are integrated into flat renovation projects to maximise space and organise the living area. This can include built-in wardrobes, shelving units, and multifunctional furniture.

9. Energy-Efficient Upgrades:

With a growing emphasis on sustainability, flat renovation in London often includes energy-efficient upgrades. This may involve installing double-glazed windows, improving insulation, and selecting eco-friendly materials to reduce the flat's environmental impact.

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10. Modernising Technology:

Integrating modern technology is a crucial aspect of flat renovation. This can include smart home features, such as programmable thermostats, security systems, and energy-efficient appliances, enhancing the overall functionality of the flat.

11. Decorative Finishes:

Renovation services extend to decorative finishes, allowing residents to add a personal touch to their flats. This may involve selecting paint colours, wallpaper, or other decorative elements that align with the resident's style preferences.

12. Project Management:

Flat renovation projects are often overseen by project managers. These professionals coordinate various aspects of the renovation process, ensuring that work progresses smoothly, stays on schedule, and adheres to the agreed-upon budget.

Considering Renovation in London:

Incorporating renovation services in London enables residents to transform their flats into modern, comfortable, and aesthetically pleasing homes. The process involves collaboration with skilled professionals who bring expertise and creativity to each project. By utilising renovation in London, residents can enhance their living spaces, creating a home that reflects their unique style and meets the demands of contemporary living.

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