#Shopping for furniture

[secretsimpleness]

Sometimes I want to bring Morrigan but then I remember I play as a face-tanking rogue and I bring Wynne. Warden Cousland, Morrigan, Wynne / Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware

[emmadesignstuff]

AVENUE 83 (SHOPPING CENTER)

Hello! I want to share with you a shopping center I built with love ❤️ I wanted to create a community lot where I can increase skills but also eat and have fun. I hope you like it! Feel free to give me some feedback once tested in game :)

If you have any issue let me know

30x30

cc included

there is a gym, a clothing shop, a café, a work office, a painting workshop and a cinema

you need Ambitions, University and Into the Future

-> I recommend to install both package and library file to have cc included and the lot

.package (sfs, mf) place it in your mods folder AND ALSO in your library file its recommended to find it in the game)

list of furniture (sfs, mf)

.sims3pack (sfs, mf) (cc not included)

[magicalshopping]

♡ Gothic Cat Tree ♡

[webdiggerxxx]

*ೃ༄*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[msterpicasso]

@abihoffman

[nanihirunkits]

Atom would like to tell you something before he leaves for Bangkok. What is it, Atom?

MY LOVE MIX-UP | EP12

[shiftythrifting]

Thrift adjacent (from the local dump) find: an electric chord organ. At least 1960s Era, works.

[dvnlyguided]

[eopederson]

Möbelhersteller-Shop mit bemalten Fensterläden und Graffiti, Passau, 2024.

[tianaberrie]

cc de muebles que transformarán tu casa en los sims 4.

cc de muebles que te ayudarán a transformar tu casa, esta vez decidí descargar solo mis sets favoritos en los sims 4.

· ver video + cc links

[thelittlestseal]

Crock

[newyorkthegoldenage]

A young couple—newlyweds, perhaps?—looking at the window display of a furniture store, 1920s.

Photo: Browning Studio via the NY Historical Society

[magicalshopping]

♡ Pink Heart Chair ♡

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[ineedlelittlespace]

I think someone should take Murderbot furniture shopping. Yes, there is the downside of spending time in public, but the upside is that the entire point of the outing is to sit on various surfaces repeatedly for three to six hours. And we all know how it feels about sitting.

[princessracecar]

Daniel hears the !!!!! Inside his head and lets out a beleaguered sigh, letting his head slump over the back the uncomfortable chair he’s sitting in. It is 1o’clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday in mid November and they are at the Herman Miller store on Park Avenue because they need a new sofa for the condo. The condo that Armand purchased pre-construction sometime in the early 90’s and promptly forgot about until the formal assets were divvied up in the divorce. The dues were being paid automatically out of an account that had been collecting interest since before Daniel was born.

The !!!!!!! Grows louder inside his skull and Daniel resigns himself to the fact that he is going to have the leave the uncomfortable chair to see whatever monstrosity Armand has set his fickle little vampire heart on. At least this store doesn’t sell rugs. Or maybe they do. He honestly isn’t sure if there is anything the store won’t sell, up to and including the sales people themselves for the absolutely obscene amount of money Armand is spending while dragging him from room to room like a vaguely alarmed blow up doll. When they had offered up a private car to escort them to the warehouse offsite Armand had practically vibrated off his side of the spindly Eames sofa they had been sharing and directly into his elbow causing him to nearly spill the thimbleful of piping hot espresso he was awkwardly clutching. It had almost been worth the whole endeavor just to see the terrifyingly efficient saleswoman flinch ever so slightly at the upset. He is fairly certain the excited buzzing isn’t over a rug though. Thus far, Armand has attempted to purchase 83 rugs for their 2500 square foot condo, which to Daniel seemed excessive even by Armand standards. He had managed to talk him out of 14 of them but the remaining 69 were sitting in a rather alarming stack on their living room floor. Daniel wasn’t sure what Armand planned to do with them all. Maybe make a nest. Or slither himself underneath the stack and use them as a really, really heavy weighted blanket. Honestly, Daniel thinks to himself, maybe that would fix him.

Daniel heaves himself out of the idiotically named Coconut chair and makes his way out of the seating area and towards the back of the warehouse, following the growing sense of excitement emanating from a stack of particularly hideous sectionals. He rounds the corner and comes to an abrupt halt.

“No.” He says

“Absolutely not.” He says

Armand gives him a look that is half deeply offended and half deeply wounded. It’s pathetic. Like a wet kitten hissing at you. He sighs again.

“It looks like the chairs you sit in at the movie theatre.”

“Exactly!” Pipes Armand enthusiastically. Smiling in a way that manages to show all of his teeth at once.

“They have recently re-introduced the Chiclet line back into circulation, however, when I heard that there was an original in the warehouse…”

Daniel tunes out the rest and resigns himself to his fate.

“… you’ll notice that the condition is particularly suburb with minimal sun-fading on the seat backs-“

Daniel interrupts Armand mid-diatribe.

“And this will make you happy?”

Armand looks at him, across the back of the “modular seating arrangement” with his eyes slitted like a contented cat.

“Yes, beloved. This will make me very happy.”

‘Ok.” Says Daniel

“Alright, fine.” Says Daniel

“When can they deliver it?”

The terrifyingly efficient saleswoman from earlier appears suddenly at his elbow, proffering an iPad and a stack of forms. He jumps slightly to the left and is almost sorry for his lack of espresso, although her ire would absolutely not be worth the sad, wet kitten look Armand would give him if he ruined their “new” sofa before it even left the warehouse.

Armand’s joy is radiant.

Daniel feels like he should have put up more of a fight before abruptly remembering the gray prison aesthetic of the Dubai penthouse.

On the drive home, Armand gazes contentedly out the window. The lines of his back for once relaxed.

“I’m going to fuck you over the back of that sofa.” Says Daniel into the silence.

“Actually,” says Armand with an accompanying image beaming it’s way directly into his brain “I believe you’ll find that it is the perfect hight for me to fuck you over the back of it.”