An Alternate Universe.
With the Same Batch of Monsters.
Because I built a soundstage. And I have an entire AU save file where my characters are just movie actors and my simself is the director. Because why am I like this?
I don’t know.
Here are some photos.
– Blue hair lady is my hero for putting Vlad in them shoes
– Hanging fairy’s tracksuit/flower crown combo is THE work-from-home look this season, even though I have no idea what style of yoga starts with you in the center of your mat facing the long side in what looks like samasthiti with namaskara hands—whatever that’s called—I think they transition into prasarita padottanasana (A?) from there but don’t quote me on that, anyway my point is I hope she’s not planning to do any inversions or that thing’s ending up on the floor
– I don’t have words for yellow shorts guy’s hair, I just don’t
– but most importantly HOW CUTE is your simself’s orange overall look; it’s very in right now but despite living in a crop top, I have to either cover my midriff or have a male chaperone when I go outside, can exactly the opposite people be in charge of the world now please PLEASE
Wardrobe knows that it’s not about what you want, it’s about what you need lol!
Yes! Aren’t we all business princess in the face, sweatsuit Queen from the neck down?
I was about to say something snarky about EA and yoga, but then I looked at my yoga mat that I’ve been in too weird a quarantine place to use and decided not to.
…lol I am sure her placement is partially the fault of me and ”moveobjects on.”
You don’t want to talk about yellow short’s hair? You don’t want to discuss the roller set game? The waves? THE AUDACITY?
Hehe, thank you! I mean, more realistic would be my simself in a crop top with no bra because 2020, but eh, whatcha gonna do? The Sims is partially wish fulfillment, right?
Of course, you need a chaperone, your poor delicate constitution! The patriarchy isn’t here to crush our spirit; it’s here to help!
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
“Can exactly the opposite people be in charge of the world now please.”
Every day I ask this question every damn day.
Fair point on the yoga. Here I am, sitting on my yoga ball chair, on my yoga mat flooring, in my yoga clothes, and my practice has basically died since quarantine started, and I’ve only taught one class in the past few months. I have no right to be using gratuitous Sanskrit names for the poses anymore.
And it’s not that I don’t want to talk about yellow shorts’ hair—in fact, it is all I ever want to talk about from now on—it’s that I can’t. My train of thought is zigzagging around so hard that it just breaks. I can’t describe what is happening here.
Oh shoot, the crop top thing (somehow?) reminded me of this idea I have for a TV show and I am deciding (also? somehow?) that this is the proper venue to share it.
Ok, so picture this. You get together a group of one black female mathematician and four I’m-not-racist-buttttt-the-crime-statistics or you-see-female-brains-simply-lack-the-complexity-for-higher-reasoning white dudes. You tell the five of them together that they have 20 minutes to solve a high-school-level math problem that would be insultingly easy for a pro, but that requires reasoning abilities rather than plugging in numbers (e.g., proving the quadratic formula, derangements, stuff like that). If they solve it correctly, they all get $20,000. If that fails, they all have two more chances to answer a different problem. At the beginning of each round, the host reminds everyone that Dr. [X] has a doctorate degree in mathematics, trained in [X uni], is an expert in [X field], and is a professor in [Y uni].
We know what would happen.
50000 bonus points if she’s wearing a crop top the entire time. And, obviously, no matter what, she gets a whole-ass box of wine at the end of the day.
THIS IS THE FUTURE WE DESERVE!!!!!!!!!!!