#hot tub room

[linefed]

Home Bar in Omaha Example of a large, modern, seated home bar with flat-panel cabinets, black cabinets, quartzite countertops, and an undermount sink.

[dogsthatlookliketomhaverford]

Home Bar in Omaha Seated home bar - huge contemporary seated home bar idea with an undermount sink and quartzite countertops

[eulaliasims]

Across from the mead hall and beside the public well is the local bathhouse. Not every sim has the luxury of their own tub, but here they can pay someone else to haul and heat all that water. Aaah, so relaxing. Don't forget to leave an offering to the water spirits outside—I hear they like hazelnuts.

[frogaroundandfindout]

Dick’s little ohmygod! is so funny. He sounds stressed as hell

[motliez]

Instagram: @Motliez

[goatskickin]

[urbadmami]

This room plus a drink and a smoke and a man to love me= heaven.

[drag0nflyandbear]

I love a hot soak when it’s snowing.

[bunnyb34r]

Sometimes I wish I had a hot tub at my house, but then I remember we all have ADHD so that motherfucker would get cleaned like ONCE eggdgdgdhd and we'd forget to use it

But god that would feel so good on my joints 😩

I'd make Shirley Temples after too bc I remember when I was little when we were in my aunt's hot tub she would make us those after agdgdgdggdgd it was such a fun memory. She used ginger ale instead of Sprite and tbh I think it tasted better

[theemperorsnewfanblog]

Kuzcos 2nd room was pretty cool looking

his green bed looks so nice and comfy💚

[evilguywhoisevil]

when i get you mitsuki .

[imaredshirt]

Temperatures are hitting triple digits this week and my A/C is out and I'm ordering takeout again cause it's too hot to turn on the oven and summer sucks

[flannelepicurean]

Karate's Bad Boy Mike Barnes

Okay, I FINALLY, LITERALLY, ACTUALLY got around to watching The Karate Kid Part III, and first off, this film is an absolute GIFT. I have...so many. Just so many. But I really needed to take the time to address a big point that was brought up by the excellent friendo who made sure I could see TKK3. Here you go:

I don’t think Mike Barnes is actually that bad of a karate boy.

I know what the article said. I saw the picture. It does indeed beg the question, “What did he do to get an entire article written about him, with the headline, Karate’s Bad Boy, Mike Barnes, emblazoned over THAT PHOTO? What deeds did he do that made him exactly the right candy to tickle the fancy of a towering toxic waste billionaire in a single-serving hot tub?”

Here are some FACTS, my sweet Cadbury snake eggs.

Mike Barnes is not karate’s bad boy, and he never was. Terry Silver is. You know it. I know it. Everyone in LA knows it. Mike Barnes knows it. And the minute he laid eyes on that shoujo-manga villain from afar, he was like, “I’m gonna sweep the leg on that man’s heart and get swept off my feet into a billionaire romance novel. [Dramatic turn] But HOW…”

Next thing you know, he’s storming into the HQ of The Karate Times to rock them like a hurricane, demanding they write an article about how he’s Karate’s Bad Boy. They scoff at him because, no, TERRY SILVER is karate’s bad boy. What, did you just get off the bus from turnip town?

And Mike is like, I dunno, “Actually, Kalamazoo, and I’ve been here for a couple years, but THAT’S NOT THE POINT, MAN! YOU GOTTA WRITE THAT ARTICLE!!!”

And the editor, whose name is Paulie, is like, “Why? You already knocked over Denise’s typewriter and a filing cabinet. Why would we do anything for you?”

And Mike’s like, “BECAUSE…[breathing with maximum nostrils] BECAUSE… [eyes becoming shiny] ...because…” And then he breaks down anime-style about how he needs senpai to notice him so he can do an elaborate scheme to win the heart of a billionaire villain.

Paulie and the entire staff lean forward like, “Wait…you’re saying that…you…and Terry Silver…”

Mike looks up. Fingers snap a jaunty rhythm in the background, and his eyes glow like prom-night lights as he begins to explain, “He…he…” A basso voice drops a jelly-bouncing, “JITTERBUG,” into the soundtrack. Mike’s grin twinkles. “Just…awakened something, I guess…”

JITTERBUG.

Paulie slams his palms on his desk and rockets to his feet, hollers, “Why didn’t ya say so?! If you say you can break boards…let’s go see if you can break hearts.”

Mike looks around as the staff mobilize with gusto, hardly believing his luck. “Really? You’ll help me?!”

Paulie spreads his arms wide. “This is KARATE TOWN, kid! We do wacky shit like this all the time! Come on, let’s get you a PHOTO SHOOT!” Mike follows the staff to a warehouse area off the side of the office, where the lights are bright and the possibilities are endless, breathes with amazement, “Wow, so many punching bags…”

He hits that high with all the kicks. So many beats per minute on those punching bags. Puts the boom boom into everyone’s hearts and goes bang-bang-bang until Paulie shouts, “THAT’S IT! THAT’S THE ONE! START THE PRESSES!!!”

The building’s doors WHAM open a few hours later, and Mike steps out, a big stack of newsprint headshots clutched to his chest, his smile as dazzling as the California afternoon as he twirls like Mary Tyler Moore and releases them like doves or parade confetti into the air, then goes skipping down the sidewalk toward his destiny.

A cop snatches one from the air and calls, “Hey! That’s littering!”

Paulie sidles up next to him and warns, “Careful, Arnie—that’s karate’s bad boy, Mike Barnes.”

Arnie rolls his eyes. Scoffs, “C’mon. Terry Silver’s karate’s bad boy.”

Paulie gazes off at the trail of litter in Mike’s wake, a twinkle in his eye, and a gnomish smile on his face. “Not anymore.”

Arnie looks down at the picture in his hand: A sharp face, and fists poised, a mean mug like a mad mongoose, ready to take on a snake ten times his size. Raises a brow. Remarks, “Wow.” Turns to Paulie. “You’re gonna be busy.”

Paulie shrugs. “Denise is already workin’ on a wedding feature and a couple obituaries.”

Arnie shakes his head. “You picked the right town to do business.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Paulie chuckles. “It’s freakin’ bonkers here.”

[dunsterhouseblogs]

Enhance your garden with a gazebo. The perfect shelter for your outdoor living space and hot tub.

[deklo]

:)

[watercolor-wings]

completely rearranged my room today in a desperate bid for control and personalization cause I cannot find a fucking affordable and livable in apartment here yet, and I would kill for a nice hot tub soak right about now