#buy loft bed
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Link
#beds on sale#buy a traditional bed online#buy beds online#buy captain's Beds#buy day beds#buy futons beds online#buy loft bed#buy ottoman beds#buy platform bed#buy storage beds online#buy trundle bed#cabin beds#murphy bed
0 notes
Text
If I close my eyes and concentrate realllyyy hard I can pretend im in my animal crossing room
#im in need of a change I don’t like the way im living rn.. a lot of my belongings were picked out for me#by people who thought their way of doing things was better and Ive had to find workarounds my whole life bc of how I live differently#Ive never thought of myself as someone who cares abt how their room looks. but i want it to have things I like even if its just preference#Ive thought abt it for a while and I dont think Im picky I just dont like it when ppl buy me things expecting me to use it the way they#expect me to.. I just end up with a lot of crap that I feel too guilty throwing away just bc someone thought of me#the only way I can describe my taste is that I know what I’ll like when I see it.. if I can clearly see myself making the most out of it#if I constantly have to use workarounds just to use smth you decided for me im not gonna wanna use it unless I have to#literally i could not be bothered to pull out a notebook and write down important information until I got a blues clues notebook#because I liked it and it made it fun for me to whip out that I actually wanna use it. yknow#so rn im trying to get a drafting table because the one that came with my loft bed is ass and I cant cut my prints on it#I end up cutting on the floor and my back hurts if I do it too long.. and I wanna get a bookshelf for my closet and a bench for my bag#things Ill look at and want to use because I already knew how I wanted to use it and just do it without thinking too hard#yapping#diary
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
my mom is literally trying to get me to get a loft bed girl can i just get the $60 bed frame from walmart im not being an adult man with a loft bed
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Reaaaaaaally not looking forward to having to clean under my bed and moving my bed around. Haha. The crap I pushed underneath is gonna get me yelled at for sure :)
#yes I pushed a bunch of shit underneath my bed but lmao where else would I put it?#in the closet I don’t have???????#I admit I’m embarrassingly messy but idk what it’s about I just can’t help it#idk what the fuck is wrong me#that’s why I’m gonna hunt for a bed with drawers underneath or just a blocked off underneath period#that is if I don’t find a short enough loft bed anyway#there’s a loft bed that’d be perfect but it’s on Amazon#and my goal is to fine one in a physical store before I gotta buy online#talkies
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
thinking abt rearranging my entire room i better write this shit down before i forget
#im gonna move some bookshelves & put my desk where they were around the middle of my room so i can hook up some audio stuff without needing#needing to buy a laptop bc rn where my pc is i cannot at all get to it while playing bass. its in a corner#blocked off by my loft bed#tpt
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hmm do I do a jr loft bed and have a bed that is easy to make but harder to fit stuff under or do I do a full sized loft bed and have lots of room but have to endure making a bunked bed
#I am 22 years old and I want a fucking loft bed because I like bedroom space more than I care about anything else#down side is I have to buy one with stairs for the dogs but oh wel
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
i managed to put all this (mostly newly acquired) cross stitch stuff away in a box and then remembered oh shit I Have Another Fucking Box!! and it is a mess and i have to open my other boxes up again and reorganize them now so i fink i am done for tonight. oh my GOD i need actual storage.
#the storage situation in my room is so bad and i hate these fucking shelves bc theyre not real shelves#theyre cube organizer things and those are great if you di t need to like#actually access a lot of small things. (which j do)#(small items i need to access regularly is like most of my hobbies)#like i need big shallow drawers or smth and bookshelves but i only have the one room and its laid out stupid#i hate how this room is. so much. it migjt not be as bad with a loft bed tbh#id probably lose bed width bc i may have to go to a twin but my current mattress is tbh. too fucking huge for me this is a cozy 2 people bed#idk like i only USE half of it. physically cannot lay on the other part of it i just roll the other way lmao#so maybe i will buy a diff bed frame so i can have a bit more space TT_TT
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s days like this when I remember that I might actually be my dad’s favorite because he’s done a number of carpentry projects for me + basically helped me make my room completely mine and then told my brothers no to similar things
#like he built me a whole loft bed?? with floor to ceiling shelves??#and he helped me install a coatrack that we made together??#and he bought me special curtains?? (he did this one for my brother also)#and when I decided I wanted to paint a wall mural he was just like yeah cool beans let’s go buy paint??#and last week I wanted a plant when we went to Lowe’s but I didn’t bring my card#and he gently scolded me for not bringing my wallet and was like “I’ll buy it for you’’#so anyways yeah sometimes it pays to be the only daughter I guess#softbobamilktae txt
0 notes
Text
it's so interesting to me when people talk about what not to decorate your dorm room with because I am not buying a bunch of shit from target. my decor is the same string lights and erasable calendar I've had since freshman year, random knickknacks I've had since like elementary school, and a couple fandom things that make me happy to look at. what are we doing here
#why are we trying to keep up with the decoration trends?? bring a few things that make you happy and use the storage space they give you#if you need more then use the containers you used to bring your stuff to school and keep them under your bed#honestly i dont even understand bringing couches or chairs or lofting your bed#thats so much more work and it just wastes space#i leave my bed in the same spot i found it the way god intended#like people arent wrong to say don't buy junk from target but also you're a legal adult and you shouldnt have to be told that#college life
0 notes
Text
Most times I’m like oh yea I’m Perfectly Normal about dorms mines So Average!
Other times I offhandedly mention that I’m gonna miss having a couch in the dorm and my parents decide to just. build me a loft so I can use the school-given bed as a couch.
#first flag here is the fact I’m used to HAVING A FUCKING COUCH IN A DORM#anyways. we’re not allowed to loft the beds in my dorm#so the solution was OBVIOUSLY JUST BUILD ONE TO GO OVER THE OTHER BED#AND THEN BUY SEVERAL PILLOWS YO MAKE A TWIN BED LOOK LIKE A COUCH RIGHT#CAUSE THATS THÉ NORMAL REACTION#mother dearest was all like but oh wherever shall the Guests sit!!! or what if one of your friends wants to stay the night!!!#I was like. hm there’s no great place for the TV is there :/#and my dad is So Done with my bullshit but building AND PAINTING this bed nonetheless#and I’ve got a pretty flower pillow now!! she also doubles as a floor cushion for Extra Seating#anyways. I move in tomorrow and I still can’t find like ANY of my socks please send help#I have six books packed but NO FUCKIMG SOCKS
0 notes
Text
Simon is not the most artistic, nor the most meticulous when it comes to cake decorating, but for you—on your birthday? He's buying all the piping materials, the springform cake pans, and preparing the best-tasting buttercream frosting and cake recipe he can manage after hours of scouring the internet.
He knows you won't be back from the office until 5:30. He had no clue why you had worked on your own birthday, but for this moment in time, he was grateful. He rose quite early to start decorating the loft. Balloons, a deconstructed banner that he put together when he realized that there were no more birthday banners, and a poorly decorated heart-shaped birthday cake with all sorts of vintage lattice patterns.
"Surprise!" He grins as you enter through the front door. Hair a bit mussed up, dark circles framing your eyes, and the collar to your button-down crooked. You're midway through taking off your heel, but your eyes soften at the sight of him standing there with your birthday cake lighting up his face, defusing the sharpness of his features.
"Simon..." You murmur upon approaching him. Your other heel comes off and you slowly shut your eyes as you make a wish before blowing out the candles.
For a moment it's dark. Your vision has not yet adjusted to the murk of the inky living space. His lips are on yours and you melt into his touch. So tender, so sweet—so Simon.
And don't get me started on the way he's so accommodating to you in bed. Not that he already isn't, but he's careful with the way he unbuttons your shirt and unzips your skirt. His fingers work methodically to ensure he doesn't rip your pantyhose. You're breath catches when his index finger curls around the waistband of your thong and you practically beg him to just slip inside of you.
You're too eager to have him fill you up and like the good husband he is, he obliges. Pushing past your sweet, succulent folds. God, you were ready for him.
He's pumping you slowly and deeply as he urges himself into you. Toes are coiling, and back is contorting in pleasure as you swiftly enter into your orgasm. You're panting out heavily as your nails dig into his taut flesh. His blonde lashes flutter to lovingly gaze down at your naked, sweating form.
"Thank you." You susurrate, threading your fingers through bleached sandy blonde hair. His grin only widens as he places a hot kiss to your lips.
"Oh, but that was only the first of many." He breathes over the skin of your neck. Your little 'eep' sends him into a fit of mirth as he readies himself to pleasure you all night long.
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#call of duty#call of duty imagines#call of duty x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#ghost smut#simon riley smut#call of duty smut#cod smut#cod x you#cod x reader#cod imagine#cod#ghost x reader#ghost x female reader#ghost x you#call of duty ghost#simon riley x female reader#simon riley imagine#simon x reader#simon ghost x you#simon ghost smut#simon riley x y/n#simon ghost riley x reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
"I am not packing your kitchen, Buck," Maddie says with a hard set to her jaw and a hand planted on her hip, and Evan sends her a warning look over his shoulder, elbow deep in packing tape and half-folded boxes. Tommy is clearly missing something.
"You found the ring cutter in there with the ladles too, huh?" Snipes Eddie from somewhere in the vicinity of the bathroom, and before Tommy can get a firm grasp on that Eddie's tipping his head back through the open doorway. "C'mon guys, seriously, you didn't pack this shit up before you forced us all to help you pack?" There's an unopened tube of lube in his hand.
"I'm getting things off of walls and that is all, Evan Buckley," comes Maddie's quick rejoinder, and Buck levels them both with a look.
"That could be for normal stuff! Sometimes rings need cutting! Sometimes you need to - lubricate other things!"
It is, of course, the moment Bobby wanders through the unlocked door.
Tommy's still familiar with the cadence of Hen and Howie, ribbing and mocking a form of endearment for them both, so he's not exactly shocked when Bobby just rolls with it and starts listing off the last fifteen calls they've needed it for. None of those things particularly improve the red rising up Evan's cheekbones, but Tommy catches the grin Bobby's hiding while he sets boxes of pizza up at the kitchen table, cleared of the latest seasonal decor Evan had dragged him through three different department stores to find, not that he could be bothered to care when the very existence of them was all it took to shift Maddie's opinion of him from tolerantly friendly to encouragingly approving.
("This loft was a minimalists wet dream before you were in the picture," she'd told him one evening, after she'd manipulated him into admitting he was terrified this didn't mean the same thing to Evan as it did to him. "He started nesting a month after my wedding, Tommy.")
And now they're here. Watching Evan pretend to be miffed by the teasing while he fights a roll of packing tape.
He's going to miss the upstairs shower, wide enough for two grown men to fit more than comfortably; and the balcony on cooler nights when he could tempt Evan out for a slow dance set to the late-evening traffic; the kitchen island at the perfect height to lift Evan onto and tilt his head up for an angled kiss.
He won't miss the open plan that makes it impossible to do much of anything with a snoring Eddie right below them, the tuba player two doors down who only seems to practice the moment Tommy's head meets the pillow at the end of any random days-long shift, the way the elevator always smells like tuna on Thursday afternoons.
There are things he won't have to miss, of course. Evan, on nights when they just can't make their schedules align well enough to justify the drive time. The extra fluffy towel set Evan had refused to reveal the origin of ("You'll buy your own and leave me, I know you're only with me for my towels."). The pictures plastered to the fridge that Tommy's spent the last few weeks plotting out space for on his own before deciding he'd need a new fridge just to fit them all. The plant he'd bought Evan to appease the grump, the first time he'd dragged him to the farmers market at the ass crack of dawn, lovingly named Herbert. The fancy adjustable bedside lamps Evan had bought the last time he'd caught Tommy squinting down his reading glasses at the book in his hands. Evan.
Christ, he wouldn't have to miss Evan anymore. They'd synched up their schedules more or less as well as they could, but Tommy's spent months now trying to ignore how quickly a sleepless night could turn restful with Evan in his bed - how fitful a night without him there had a habit of being.
Most of the loft is already packed. Evan's wardrobe has been dwindling for weeks now, a box at a time carted from the back of the Jeep up Tommy's drive, through the mud room, down the hall and straight to the closet that had never seen such a shock of color or variety of fabric. They'd sprung for a bigger mattress, once they'd gotten over the sticker shock and remembered how much they'd be saving by paying half a mortgage each with no rent to speak of, and other than the kitchen table most of Evan's other furniture was being donated.
All that really remained were the kitchen supplies Evan hadn't been willing to move until he handed over his keys, a few toiletries, a single drawer of clothes just in case he needed them. Pictures on the walls and stacks of books on the bookshelves - half a decade of life lived in this apartment and most of it was already half unboxed and slowly integrating into the fifteen years Tommy had put into his own solitary life.
Evan finishes taping boxes and makes a beeline for his itemized list, and Tommy has to pretend it's giving him as much grief as Evan's sister and best friend to see the clipboard in action. He's not entirely sure how well he sells it, when even Bobby's shooting him aggrieved looks only to grimace at whatever he finds in Tommy's expression.
And just like that, an hour passes and the pizza disappears; the boxes are loaded into the back of his truck; the kitchen table in Eddie's; and Maddie tugs her brother in for a hug, drags Tommy in for good measure too, kisses them both on the cheek as she leaves; Bobby tucks a wooden box filled with handwritten recipes on note cards into Evan's hand and Tommy pretends not to notice either of their teary eyes; Eddie hefts a six pack out of the otherwise empty fridge and promises to meet them at the house in forty-five.
There's still one picture stuck to the fridge - a candid from the first barbeque Athena and Bobby had hosted after their move, Tommy and Evan backlit by a setting sun, tucked up against each other leaned against a porch railing, and Tommy knuckles at it while Evan does a slow introspective spin to take in the wide expanse of windows and brick. He's still staring when Evan finishes and drifts towards him, hands tucking in at Tommy's waist, chin hooking over his shoulder.
"Is this one staying?"
Evan shakes his head, nose digging into the side of Tommy's neck. "Just wanted to keep it out so it could be the first one we put up."
He remembers the night. Karen had gotten him drunk and added him to the wives group chat. May Grant had stolen half his slice of cake right off his plate and dared him to protest. Jee had spent the entire night calling him Uncle Tommy and thrown a massive fit when she realized he wasn't going home with her to read a bedtime story. Christopher and Denny had spent half an hour trying to teach him how to play Fortnite and then been mystified when he trounced them in Mario Kart. He knows exactly why it's significant to him. "Why this one?" he asks, curving into the cradle of Evan's arms.
Evan's so much better with words than Tommy is, and Tommy's just grateful Evan takes his actions for the things he means with them. "That's the night I knew what our something was gonna be," Evan murmurs, and Tommy tips his chin back and angles his head to catch Evan's lips against his own.
783 notes
·
View notes
Text
also if i didnt spend 75% of my life laying in bed i would ABSOLUTELY get a loft bed. holy shit i think those things are so fun. like i could save so much space. i could build a fort by hanging blankets around the bed. i could put my desk under there. fantastic shit. however climbing up and down that thing would be suuuuuch a pain and also i sit UP in bed and in the past all the loft beds ive sat in as an adult have been inconvenient cause my head bonks the ceiling. plus idk if they make full sized beds in lofts cause most loft beds are for Children
#also when i move out with my friends sometime this year im hoping to have more space!!!#my cousin is gonna buy a house cause he has the money for it#so maybe i can take up a corner of a room or the basement or something for a studio!!!#idk i just really think having separate spaces for my art AND possibly work would be good#so moral of the story is that i dont need a loft bed. but damn i want one......
0 notes
Text
I’ve been back n forth w myself in whether or not to ever get more rats and…………. no lol
#this is a tumblr post so I can say this in the tags LOL#This Would Be For Future Me To More Easily Not Be Alive Someday#my cat is the second reason but only barely 👍 my family would immediately sell my rats#to the first buyers the chance they get but cats are Normal and Easy#I’m still nowhere near having relatively few belongings but like. that’s is a goal!!#like I resent past me for buying a terrarium or a goddamn fucking dog kennel or a loft bed bc that’s not easy FUCKING shit to get rid of#I’m not tagging this if you follow me and read my posts you are at the risk of seeing me say#that I want and am going to kms in the future and there’s nothing that can stop me#LOL#like. unfollow now or later when I suddenly stop posting…………#h8ers if you want you’re allowed to say I crumbled from the weight of y’all LMAO#you guys most definitely didn’t make a fucking Dent as I already had many problems before I had tumblr 👍#but I might as well make someone happy1!1!1!1!1!1!1!#that’s a joke or whatever. or not. idc
0 notes
Text
Anyone know how to stop your dog from peeing on your bed? I don’t have the money to keep washing my blankets and bed cover every single day whenever the dog gets mad or anxious when at work or just showering
#since mom has convinced me to go ahead buy myself a new bed I have been looking at them again#if my bonus is good then I can get a loft bed which will definitely prevent this from happening#I love my dog to bits and I do prefer it when she’s next to me while I’m asleep#but this is just getting exhausting#this all started back last Christmas seasonwhen I started working 6 days a week and getting home super late#and paused for a while#then just recently started again#talkies
1 note
·
View note
Text
"Wait, wait, stop," Buck says, and the very pleasant feeling of Tommy's mouth on his neck vanishes.
"You okay?" Tommy's got his Look of Concern plastered on his face. Good thing, because if Buck is right, this is concerning.
"Yeah, it's just - did you hear that?"
Tommy raises his eyebrows. "I heard you moaning."
"Tommy, that's the thing - it wasn't me." The Look of Concern has morphed into the Look of Are-You-Sure-You're-Not-Having-Me-On? It's mostly used whenever Buck regales Tommy with tales of one of the 118's emergencies ("Nothing like that ever happened while I was there, Evan"), but he's seen it in other contexts (explaining the entire Kim situation).
"At this point, I think I know what you sound like in bed." Tommy's mouth is still nicely red. And maybe he's right, it was nothing, and it would be easy to fall back into him. Buck waits a beat, ears perked, but there's nothing - so he does press his lips into Tommy's, Tommy's body relaxing against him.
Tommy rubs his side like Buck's an anxious horse. The hair on Buck's arms slowly flattens, goosebumps leaving his skin. He loses himself in the slide of their kisses, until -
He breaks free of Tommy and looks around wildly, Tommy woah'ing.
"Sweetheart," Tommy says, reaching out again. "Seriously, you okay? Because you're giving Ghost Whisperer."
Buck snaps his fingers at Tommy. "Exactly. My apartment is haunted."
"Evan." The word is a drier desert than Antarctica.
"There was a moan again! And it wasn't me. And when Chimney and Mara and Jee were over here helping set up, they left the balcony door open. It's October. And now there is something living here."
"Last time I checked, Casper wasn't considered alive," Tommy says, and the look on his face tells Buck everything: he really is a skeptic. Falling asleep during Buck's thoughts on Area 51 wasn't just because he found Buck's voice soothing.
When Buck reaches for his phone on the bedside table, a chill runs down his arm and into his spine. "Okay." He's got Google, a helpful army of friends, and the ability to buy anything he needs. That ghost is history. "So first, we need to get -"
He's stopped by Tommy's hand on his wrist. "Baby, do we really need to figure out your ghost thing right now?"
"Do you want to fuck in front of a ghost, Thomas?"
"Is he a hot ghost?" Tommy waggles his eyebrows, then sighs. "Look, I get that this is important to you, but I was away for three weeks for that training camp and I missed you. Can we send The Flying Dutchman back to sea in a couple days? My place has a big bed and a distinct lack of the supernatural."
As they're closing the door to Buck's loft, another faint moan emanates from the air.
"It's the pipes," Tommy says, linking his arm into Buck's to guide them to his car.
(They find out three days later Tommy is technically correct when maintenance pulls a dead raccoon out of the walls of Buck's loft.
"Huh," Tommy says, frowning at his phone. "They really do make that noise."
"And they stink." Buck wrinkles his nose. "Your bed still open?"
By the time the landlord's finished the repairs, Buck's stuff, cleared out for the construction, is scattered over Tommy's house.
"It'd be a pain to pack it all up again," Tommy says. "Keep it here."
"You just want easy access to my hoodies," Buck accuses, feeling Tommy's laughter from underneath the fabric of the stolen blue hoodie he's wearing.
Two hours later, hoodie abandoned to the floor, Buck officially moves in.)
[thanks to @stardustbuck (Buck thinks he's haunted) and @theweewooshow (balcony raccoon) for the inspo 🫶]
#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911 abc#my fic#smoke.txt#a week later Buck remembers Tommy's skepticism and Tommy endures hearing about why Ghosts are Real#and that Buck bets he doesn't even believe in the q word curse#Tommy shrugs says not really and then it's off to the races again#he and Eddie go out for drinks and toast to the first meeting of the skeptics club
464 notes
·
View notes