#Computer Kiosk

[perfectlywingedpost]

Queue Management System

A Queue Management System (QMS) is a solution designed to streamline and optimize the process of managing customer flow in service environments. It reduces wait times, enhances customer experience, and improves operational efficiency by organizing and prioritizing service requests. QMS typically includes features like digital ticketing, real-time queue monitoring, and automated notifications, allowing businesses to manage queues dynamically. Whether in banks, hospitals, or retail stores, QMS helps ensure a smooth and orderly service process, resulting in increased customer satisfaction and more efficient use of resources.

[ashifkh]

Top features to look for in a good charity kiosk system.

A self-service charity kiosk is an interactive digital terminal that allows people to donate quickly and securely to charitable causes without the need for staff or volunteers. These kiosks can be placed in high-traffic areas like malls, airports, hospitals, or religious centers, offering a convenient way for the public to contribute anytime. With touchscreen interfaces, multiple payment options, and customizable donation campaigns, they enhance donor engagement and streamline fundraising efforts.

Read the Full blog : Charity kioskKey Points: 24/7 donation access with minimal human supervision Accepts card, mobile, or digital wallet payments Can display impactful visuals and donor stories Reduces administrative costs and cash handling Ideal for high-footfall locations Customizable branding and campaign content Generates real-time donation reports and analytics

[mikecovers]

80. The image on this Deptford Mall directory kiosk is an accurate depiction of modern day malls.

[jhsharman]

Kinda direct

[chaddavisphotography]

The "Device and System Status Overview" screen on a Sun Country Airlines airport kiosk.

[sumantra12]

Everything You Need to Know About Kiosk Touch Screens

Sumantra Computer Trading LLC provides a comprehensive overview of kiosk touch screens, benefits, and their various applications across different industries. It highlights the advantages of using kiosk touch screens, such as enhancing customer experience, reducing wait times, and improving business efficiency.

[markthomas]

Efficient management is key to running a successful restaurant, and restaurant computer software is essential for streamlining operations. With eatOS, you get a powerful solution designed to handle everything from order management to inventory tracking and customer payments, helping you manage your restaurant with ease.

The eatOS restaurant computer software provides real-time insights into your business, allowing you to track sales, monitor stock, and manage staff all from one platform. Its user-friendly interface makes it easy for staff to navigate, ensuring quick onboarding and minimizing errors during service. Additionally, it integrates with online ordering and delivery systems, so you can handle both in-house and off-premise orders efficiently.

[metatemu]

Dude I do not understand a single thing happening in Homestuck right now.

I think it's all the technobabble. I really don't do well with technobabble.

[duskythesomething]

why would you hand me a receipt and NOT EVEN FUCKING READ WHAT WAS ON IT

[neopuppy]

Bestfriend Jeno who invades readers privacy and goes through her computer filled with videos of ykyk💀

warnings. errrhhmmm🤔 masturbation, yeah..

“Damn, he really did a number on your phone.” Jeno’s fingers drag down the shatter of cracks distorting your screen, neck ticking to the side. “I can definitely fix it though.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, I worked at one of those phone repair kiosks a couple summers ago, these screens cost a fortune to get fixed you know? I have a lot of leftover supplies, can probably find something in my stash that will fit.” He informs, patting your shoulder. “Means you’ll have to be disconnected all day though, is that okay?”

“I guess, have some lectures to get through and a group project to finish so I’ll be at the library most of the day if anything.”

“Alright, write down your passcode and maybe your apple log in just in case.” Jeno nods to a notebook, grabbing a pen to hand you.

“Why the log in?” You hesitate, eyeing your phone nervously.

Jeno shrugs, holding your phone out to you. “I only want to help, I know you’re kind of down on your luck right now. I understand if you want to be around when I fix it but today’s one of my only free days for the rest of the week, so..”

“No no, it’s fine.” You sigh, pushing the phone back toward him. “I might be back late, don’t know how long this meeting with my group will take. If you could leave my phone on DND? I’ll probably still be texting from my laptop.”

“Yeah, not a problem.” Jeno nods to his notebook, smiling as you scribble down your passcode and password. “I’ll get this all fixed up for you, free of charge.”

“I’ll have to repay you somehow..”

“What are friends for?” He laughs, motioning to the living room area scattered with your belongings. “Shit happens..”

“Thanks Jeno, everything you guys have done for me..” trailing off, you murmur shyly. “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you and Jaemin for helping me out like this.”

“Don’t worry about it, focus on school.”

After bidding you goodbye and good luck with your project, Jeno moves to his bedroom, whistling to himself as he traces down the largest crack on your phone screen. “Gosh, what a dick..”

He didn’t ask what the fight was about, the timing didn’t feel right with you sniffling as he and Jaemin helped you carry your belongings in. He never liked your boyfriend much anyway, or well, ex-boyfriend..

Jeno boiled it down to jealousy at times, whenever he’d have to witness the unfortunate public displays of affection between the two of you. It’s not that he likes you, not necessarily.. but your friendship hadn’t exactly stemmed from genuine interest in forming a platonic relationship. It just so happened that while he had one idea, your mind had already honed in and focused on another.

“Eh, I always knew he wasn’t right for you.” Jeno mumbles to himself, tapping your phone screen to the image of your now ex-boyfriend’s lips squished against your cheek. “Gross.”

Jeno gets to it, unwrapping a new razor to begin removing the old screen topper first and see the real damage. Lucky for you, he’d gifted you a durable screen protector when you’d gotten a new phone. Great for dropping, not so much for a crazy boyfriend hurling it at a wall though.

He’s pleased to see the damage is a lot more minor under the protector, mentally patting himself on the back for handling that for you in the first place. A text pops up lighting the bare screen. “Oh right, do not disturb.”

Jeno taps in the passcode, swiping down to turn off notifications only to come to a pause as another text comes in.

‘It’s easy money, I did it my first year of college to cover rent, and you're shit out of luck at this point if you think a dorm will open up this far into the semester.’

He knows he shouldn’t, but there’s no way you’d find out anyway..

‘Isn’t that prostitution?’

The last text sent from you has his eyes going wide, quickly reading through the chat between you and the name he recognizes as your best friends, the same one whose car Jaemin had found you using as a makeshift home..

‘It’s not illegal in our state, and it’s anonymous. You won’t get caught or anything. Trust me, I worked there for 11 months, best money I’ve ever made.’

Jeno mumbles a ‘what the fuck.’ To himself, opening his phone to copy down the address she sends in next.

‘Besides, what difference does it make? You were getting fucked by your asshole ex on stream for way less.’

“What?!” Jeno looks around in shock, covering his mouth in case someone else is home. An arsenal of unanswered questions race through his mind, swiping to put your phone on ‘do not disturb’ finally as he takes a deep breath to calm down.

“There’s no way..” he chuckles, licking his lips nervously as he taps open your photos and scrolls until a locked album named ‘delete’ catches his eye.

Jeno spent a year learning different ways to break into stolen phones with not even a passcode to assist, the thrill of unknown has his thumb punching away before he can even talk himself out of it. Not that he would..

Why wouldn’t you immediately delete photos or videos you wouldn’t want anyone to see anyway? You can’t be that stupid..

“Oh shit.”

You are that stupid.

Jeno groans, leaning back in his computer chair as he slowly scrolls through the album of over 1000 photos and videos, most consisting of topless shots. More scandalous as he reaches the middle and sucks in a deep breath reading the time on the first video he sees.

Eight minutes and twenty seven seconds..

Patting around for his headphones, he plugs them in and opens the video up to hit play, sinking deeper into his seat as your face appears half-fucked out with dreamy eyes and saliva wet lips.

The deeper familiar voice he recognizes as your ex’s comes through, making his stomach tighten. “Fuck.”

‘How can you ask me for more after I just fucked you full?’

‘Please daddy, n-need more.’

The camera runs down your bare body, laid back against dark sheets with your thighs hoisted up and open; panning down to where white streaks of cum paint your stomach and mound. ‘Feel that? My dicks still so hard.’

‘Keep fucking me, don’t stop fucking me. Fuck that cum deep inside of me.’

Jeno pants, short of breath as he digs the heel of his palm against his groin and groans. Fuck fuck fuck… he knew it. The past few years of having to pretend he valued your friendship more than his desire to fuck you, he always knew you were nothing but a pathetic sobbing whore. The sound of your sobs and aroused whines vibrating through his ears has him ready to make a mess, smoothing in past the waistband of his sweats to free his length, he’s thankful for the point of view shot; making it easy to tune out the masculine grunts passing between your pretty cries.

‘Fuck. I’ll breed you better than that.’ Jeno voices to himself, surprised your lazy ex didn’t make you get on top. The amount of cum covering your lower half has his hips jumping from the chair, eager to fuck into his fist faster.

One thought continues to pass through his mind as he grips around his cock and strokes to match the pace pushing you up and down along the screen.

He needs to fuck you.

[perfectlywingedpost]

With interactive technology, kiosks provide flexible digital solutions for a range of environments, enhancing user experiences. Digital kiosks in museums provide educational content and help with directions, while display kiosks in shopping centers are used for customer assistance and advertising. In public areas, information kiosks offer important information, and in facilities such as hospitals, queue management systems improve services by reducing down on wait times. These multipurpose areas are essential to modern consumer interaction because they provide easily accessible and user-friendly interfaces that improve customer happiness and service efficiency.

[ashifkh]

Easy Ways Bill Payment Kiosks Help You Save Time.

In today’s fast-paced world, convenience and efficiency are the cornerstones of modern living. As technology continues to evolve, the way we handle routine tasks such as bill payments has drastically changed. Among the most impactful innovations in this area are bill payment kiosks. These self-service machines have grown increasingly popular due to their ability to streamline payments and provide quick, easy, and accessible solutions to common billing challenges.

[blathannabeaga]

.☽༊˚ january writing; gone-cold tea

deacon kay x reader

feat. bodyguard!deacon, lawyer!reader, canon-typical threat, implied age gap, divorced!deacon, mutual pining, hurt/comfort (kinda)

At this height, only a couple floors from the very top of the office’s highrise, you feel further from the ground than you do close to it. The clouds hovering all around and the stars they mask feel more tangible than the vehicles dotting the streets below, innumerate sets of headlights reduced to pinpricks so small and vibrant that they might as well be the bright stars above.

As happily as you’d give the rest of the night gazing out the windows at the sights all around, the harsh glare of your computer screen is never far out of your peripheral. Having been working on this particular settlement document since eight o’clock of the past evening, the neatly-typed words and their meaning have lost all relevance to you - and as you lean away from your cluttered desk to dig the heels of your palms into your tired eyes, the serifs swirl against a black backdrop that you worry you’ll never stop seeing.

“Still in the trenches?”

“Fuck me!” 

At the sound of a deep voice emerging from right next to your desk, your heart lurches into your throat as you shout in surprise. Your hands fly to the arms of your chair, claw-like against the soft leather rests, as you push yourself back in fright - only for the source of the shock to be your annoyingly cool-headed protector for the day, a salt and pepper-haired sergeant who’s now trying admirably hard to conceal a smile as he balances two paper cups nestled in a holder one hand and closes your office door with the other.

“I know stealth is the name of the game and all, but wouldn’t giving me a fucking heart attack from creeping into the room be a little counter-intuitive?” You manage to get out, around a jagged breath as the adrenaline starts to ebb away. The heavy door closes quietly, and you rub a hand over your face to try and retain some bit of dignity.

“Well, I think the fact that I was halfway into the room before you noticed me is another reason why you need me here.” He - David, as he’s told you to call him - puts forward amicably.

From the cardboard holder in his hand, he takes one of the cups and sets it before you on the table like a peace offering. “Besides, I thought you could do with something to help you through the night.”

It’s a brown coffee cup, from the nice kiosk downstairs - and from the tag on the side, he must’ve sent for them himself. It’s the same as the two on the other side of your desk, one emptied and the other half-full and gone cold from all your attention having been poured into this document. The tea inside is piping hot, and just how you like it; another unsettingly attentive cop trick you’ve grown distasteful of.

“So you’ve got jokes now.” You murmur into the plastic lid. “Since when have you had jokes?”

He smiles, and it’s a sight. As muchas you enjoy, or tolerate, the spirited back-and-forths with his co-owner and their staff, there’s something about Sergeant Kay and his grounding presence that’s different. He’s been on your detail more and more lately, as the threat to your life has worsened with the nearing of the court date, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that you’ve grown fond of his company. Maybe in ways that don’t entirely befit your situation.

“I’ve always had jokes.” His tone is neutral - not sharp, not mocking, just calm in a weirdly patient way. Lifting one suited shoulder, humor undercuts his tone as he lifts his own cup. “It’s just taken this long for you to talk to me for long enough to hear them.”

“Yeah.” Swallowing thickly, you turn your gaze to your lap and drag your thumbnail over the ridges in the cardboard sleeve in lieu of having to look at him. “Suppose I’ve not been a wonderful client so far, have I?”

In the quiet of the office, his exhale rises like smoke to fill the silence. He shifts, leaning against the thick oak of the desk, and stretches out his free hand atop a strong thigh - which, you realise, is missing the gold wedding band he’d donned when you first met him all those months ago.

“Few people can honestly say they’ve experienced the kind of pressure you’re under at the minute.” He says, softening. Forcing your attention back to him, you’re shocked by just how bare you feel under his gaze - though given his standing in the LAPD, he was sure to be familiar with the details of the case, even if his private security firm wasn’t the one that your senior associates had rushed to hire to ensure your safety. 

From where you stand now, on the plateau of it all, everything just seems so ridiculous. The threats delivered every which way - to your personal phone, the PO box in your building, uttered to your face by seemingly friendly strangers - your tires slashed and windshield broken, and the gutwrenching night when you arrived home to find your apartment trashed. All done in warning, too; God knows what would happen when they decided they actually wanted to hurt you.

All because you were hired to after what was, unknown to both you and your client, a mob front for damages that seem so benign looking back. Shit that you’d blown through getting cold called over in school was what’d put your head squarely on the chopping block, and had already claimed lives it has no business in taking.

It feels as though he looks right past that, all through the mess on the surface and right down to where the overwhelming fear and fatigue this whole situation has kept you ensnared in for so long brews sourly in the pit of your stomach. You’ve known many a private security worker and many more cops, and it’s not a trait unique to them - no, it seems it’s just unique to him. To David.

“And hell, hearing Sanchez moan about the trouble you give him has been the high points of my days lately.” 

The spell breaks, then, but honestly you’re kind of glad for it. The tilt of his head in concession makes the light catch on the silver in his beard and, smiling, you lean back a little in your chair and cross one ankle over the other.

“Your days must be fairly bleak, so.” 

Kissing his teeth, he looks like he’s contemplating your words for a second before rebuking you in a thoughtful manner. “If yours had started getting any better, your bosses wouldn’t still have us around.”

“Guess there is that.” You nod, with no defence to hand, and he laughs. Forcing your eyes away from him and back to the ever-blinking cursor and where it remains, a surge of dread blooms deep in your chest and you shake your tired head. “Christ, I might as well be reading the manufacturer’s tags for this fucking thing at this stage.”

“You need to rest.” He tells you, almost right away. You bite your tongue as a comment about his age and authoritativeness rises to the back of your throat, but settle to just watch on as he places his coffee down on the desk and faces you with crossed arms and a softened brow. “How long have you been at this now? And I know you’re going out to talk with the lead on the Homeland team tomorrow, that’s gonna need a clear head.”

You can’t help but grin up at him, arching a brow as you drum your fingertips on the near-empty cup. “You pay that much attention to all your client’s schedules, even when you’re not assigned to them?”

“Select few.” He’s got an answer for everything, you’re quickly learning. Casting a look down at the face of his watch, he’s quiet for a moment before placidly presenting the idea to you. “Give it fifteen minutes. I’ll wake you, and you can get right back to- “ 

He waves his hand at the papers covering your desk, wrinkles forming around his kind eyes in his confusion. The sight makes you smile even wider, and with the hands of tiredness gripping ever-tigher at you, you’re more agreeable than you’d usually be.

“Fifteen.”

“Not a second more.” Your curtness has no effect on him, and he holds his hands up before him in defeat. “I know better than to try and argue with a lawyer, believe.”

“Alright.” You nod, and after a beat you make to push yourself up off the chair. 

“Alright.” You nod, and after a beat you make to push yourself up off the chair. 

Pangs of stiffness shoot up through your back, but you walk them off as you pad over to the largely disused sofa at the other side of the room. The windows stretch from the floor to the ceiling here, and you can see that the streets have grown quieter and darker since you examined them last. You’re not quite sure if this lessens your perpetual unease, or heightens it.

You toe off your shoes, half-clumsy from tiredness, which David has the good grace to turn his back to. Arranging yourself on the small sofa isn’t woefully easy but right now, it feels comparable to the lushest of king beds underneath your exhausted body and no sooner than you’ve tucked your legs almost comfortably half up to your chest and rested your cheek against the back of the sofa do you feel yourself start to drift off to sleep.

…

A soft creak of carpeted floor under heavy feet, and a shadow falling across your face.

“David?” You croak out, barely awake and yet his name is the first thing on your lips. A self-annoyed exhale follows, and the footsteps grow less careful as he stands before you.

“S’okay.” He promises quietly. Still trying to blink yourself awake, you can’t see what it is he’s at - but you can feel soft fabric against the bare skin of your folded arms as he drapes something across you that wards off the cool air. “You just looked cold.”

His suit jacket. Warm from his body, smelling faintly of his cologne. 

That perks you up, forcing you to look up at him through bleary eyes. You think he’s smiling down at you, but it looks too different a smile. Too… intimate. Too fond, for what you know you to be to each other. All that said, and you can barely look away.

In that haze of realisation, all you can dumbly muster up is this. “You’re gonna be broke up from sitting over there.”

At your stilted nod over to the creaky armchair and desk reserved for your many minders, his smile deepens and he frowns jokingly down at you. “I thought I was supposed to be the one worrying about you?”

“You can still do that from over here.” Shaking off the dregs of sleep, you shift under your borrowed blanket and nod down at the empty space at the foot of the couch. “What time does Sanchez relieve you?”

“He’s already downstairs.” David tells you, in that kind of aghast way he seems to reserve just for his partner. Your offer seems to have taken him by surprise, and his Adam’s apple bobs behind his pressed collar as he swallows deeply but continues on. “Think he’s a little more fond of that blonde night secretary than he lets on.” 

“So surely he won’t be so wrapped up in his courtship that he won’t let some masked murderer into the building.” “Sit. Rest up for a minute.”

He hesitates for a beat, casting a look over his shoulder, before accepting. The sofa dips under his weight, disused springs creaking their protests, and you’re thankful for his jacket to hide behind as the warm press of his wrought torso against your legs forces heat to your cheeks.

“Call me Deacon.” He says softly, like it wasn’t enough, adjusting the side of his jacket tighter around your back with a light hand. “Everyone does.”

Heavy eyes look out at him over the collar of his jacket, and he can hear the testing tone of your voice before you even speak. “Sanchez doesn’t.”

Resting his arm on the low back of the sofa, David - Deacon - smiles reservedly. “Jury’s still out on him.”

“And it’s in on me?” Sleep taints your words with a murmured quality as your eyes begin closing once more, but that lawyerly self-assuredness is never far.

“You could say.” Deacon soothes, sleep belying his own words as he settles back against the cushions. “Get some sleep, yeah?”

A murmured agreement goes understood, and you’re vaguely aware of a strong hand patting your knee affirmatively before you’re pulled back under.

…

Seven AM on the button, and the building’s sharply fluorescent overhead lights flicker to life. Many a time you’ve awoken to them - asleep in a boardroom after succumbing to late discovery sessions, head buried in your desk after trial prep ran into the small hours, even once where you arrived back in the afternoon after a gruelling court day, and awoke the next morning after the spent energy caught up with you - but none with your bodyguard’s jacket draped over your sleeping body, and with the man himself asleep next to you with his arm laid over your crooked knees.

Through the glass panel of your office door, a grey-suited frame sits in the hallway with his back to the door - and craning your neck as your personal cell lights up with a notification, a text from Sanchez with a picture of the both of you attached awaits. Along with a promise that he’ll only use this as blackmail to keep you in line for a couple months, at most.

Deacon’s still asleep beside you, broad chest rising and falling evenly. His arm is warm over your legs, heavy and protective, and your heart hammers behind your ribs. All the knowledge and wisdom imbued to you over the years, and you’re still not quite sure what to do with the knowledge that the measly few hours of sleep that you’d got with him by your side had been the first ones of real rest since it became necessary for him to come into your life.

[olomaya]

Shhh!! It's a Library (mod)

27 Sept Update: Found a better shushing sound so I replaced with that. Also added ITUNs for the non computer interactions. Thanks to @cs2te for the Brazilian Portuguese translation! Redownload (if you want these updates) at the link below.

(Note: This mod uses the Ticket Machine animations for the kiosk. If you don't have it, you can download it here. Honestly, it's not that important and without it, your Sim will just stand in front of the machine for a second, that's it)

I'm officially in my Streets era. I'm building out all the community lots in my town so you're going to be seeing a lot of community/town related stuff from me for the next few months. My Sims are trying to be outside!

First up! This is a small library mod that allows you to search for books at the library using this gorgeous kiosk object from @aroundthesims. If the book is in the library, it tells you where they are by panning the camera to the bookshelf that has the book and putting a blue outline around it for 10 Sim minutes. Pretty simple. 

Features:

Browse Catalog… pulls up all books in the library

Search by… Category | Title | Author - pulls up any book that matches your search entry

Request a Book to Order -  allows you to add more books to the library. 

You can only order the types of books that are allowed in community libraries so no books that are destroyed after you finish reading them (e.g. recipes, song compositions) and no academic textbooks.

You can order written books, including articles, as well as books from other worlds (e.g. Shang Simla, etc) though for the latter, there is a §35 “overseas shipping cost” added to order these books. 

Once you order a book, the mod will check whether the library has enough money to purchase it and then place the order. 

Ordered books are added to the library at 8am the next day and you’ll receive a notification that the books have been added.

Library Funding

In order to pay for the books ordered, library kiosks have a budget. Every kiosk, upon creation, comes with a §250 budget.

The library budget is the total amount of funds in all kiosks on the lot. Costs are deducted from individual kiosks even if that specific kiosk doesn't have enough money for the book so long as the library budget has enough money.

Support your Local Library

Sims can donate books (up to 3 books at a time) to the library using the book donation bin. The bin must be placed on the library lot (either outside or inside) and you need to have books in your inventory. Your Sim will get 500 Lifetime Happiness points for every book donated. (this is related to another mod that I’m working on. More on that at a later date!)

There is also a computer interaction that lets you donate money to the library. Sims that donate §2500 or more will get a 4-hour charitable moodlet. Donations are added to the library budget.

Finally, Bookworms and Proper Sims can shush other Sims at the library. Once shushed, all Sims in the same room doing social interactions or playing music instruments will stop. (You'll find, like in real life, people quickly go back to doing what they're doing so it's kind of useless but it was a low lift so I kept it in). If someone can think of a good "shushing" sound from the game, let me know!

Credits/Thanks: Both credit and huge thanks go to @aroundthesims for creating this beautiful library set and the kiosk which I used as the main object. I did recategorize it to Misc Electronics instead of Sculptures. If you already have it in your game, you may need to remove it or you can just change the script to “Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.olomaya.LibraryStuff.Kiosk”.  The donation bin is from Sketchfab created by TheLatestShit (that’s their name, thank you TLS!) and can be found in Misc Storage.

Read through everything below the cut before downloading please! Important instructions below!

Important things to note:

The kiosk must be placed on a counter. If it’s not, your sim will reset because they can only interact with it if it’s on a counter. If you are having issues with resetting, place it on an EA-made counter to confirm it’s not this issue first before you reach out for support. You can use OSMP counters provided they are cloned from a counter and place the kiosk on there and put it wherever you want (like I’ve done in my photo. the kiosk is actually on an OSMP counter, not the white table).

Pulling up the entire library catalog, depending on how many books you have on the lot, can take a few (or several) seconds. Or maybe it won’t, I play on a brick laptop so it does for me

Keyword searches are case sensitive so “raymundo” yields no results, but “Raymundo” will bring up the 85 copies of that 🤬 book that your library probably has

The search will only check books that are in bookshelves, it will ignore library books that have been taken out of the bookshelf and are being read or lying around.

Book requests and financial donations can only be made at public libraries and not privately-owned libraries. So if a Sim in your town owns the lot, these options won’t come up (it should be the owners’ responsibility to buy books). You can still donate books though.

You can have multiple kiosks on the lot. If you delete a kiosk, its funds (if it has any) will be transferred to any of the other kiosks on the lot so you don’t lose the money. 

There is a debug interaction on the kiosk that allows you to check the library budget.

You can order one book at a time but there’s no limit to how many you can do in a day but once the books are delivered the next morning, the mod will check whether the library has enough money and will only order the books there is money for

Download HERE | alt: HERE

@simstifulccfinds @kpccfinds @katsujiiccfinds @pis3update @wanderingsimsfinds

[ashesoflilies]

the most ironically funny line in GGY to me..

tony saying he isn’t a nerd but then pulling out the most specific literature fact like it’s common knowledge and also saying he has no strange habits but then pickpocketing, sneaking into an employee computer kiosk, meeting up at the local high school with some random cryptic person he met on the internet with a bat, and breaking into his school after hours and using the librarian’s computer unauthorized, all for something that just began as a topic for a school assignment… he’s so crazy yet so unaware of it I love him. hope he dies in a glue trap today because Tony Becker you ARE the STRANGE HABITS..!!💥💥

[markthomas]

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