#convert your garage into a bedroom

[shellseaisms]

the matthews residence 3.0.

once again my generations family sims want more babies, so they needed a bigger house; that’s what I’m bringing you today! this one is a little bit different and has a couple of split level areas (the living room and the garage, which has been converted into a bedroom + living area). haven’t done many of these so fingers crossed your sims won’t have any tantrums. hope you like it!

§193,871 furnished, §96,109 unfurnished

7 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms

30 x 30 lot size

custom content included with package file

cc list, more info & download links.

[ccforkay]

Dachshund’s Creek for sale 🌳

A new construction just hit the market in Brindleton Bay! This 4 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom Cape Cod inspired home has plenty of room for your sim family to grow. Complete with an office space, home chef kitchen, and a two-car garage to be converted to your sim’s desires!

No CC | gallery ID: adidas184

[aheathen-conceivably]

🌁 The Eucalyptus Bungalow 🌁

Across the bay from Anchorpoint Wharf in San Sequoia is this cozy craftsman. From the second-story balcony and front porch, you can enjoy the hustle and bustle of the city that lies just beyond the bridge.

Inside are all the details of the original craftsman, from the stained glass archways and wooden moldings. There’s also a small office overlooking the water and a converted garage for a growing family. Upstairs is a spacious trio of bedrooms and two bathrooms, designed for two caregivers, an newborn, and an adventurous child. For sunny days there’s a garden with a potential treehouse and table for family game night.

Lot Size: 30x20 Original Lot: 23 Eucalyptus Lane Lot Value: 102,259 House Size: 3 Bedrooms, 4 Bathrooms Lot Traits: Good Schools, Homey CC-free

This house is designed in a modern style, but for my fellow decades players it could easily be usable in the 1980s and 1990s with a few small tweaks. With more interior redesign, I think it could also work for the 1920s-1940s!

But as usual, it is CC free so that everyone can download it easily, but please feel free to redecorate or redesign it to your heart’s content, just tag me if you use it so I can see your lovely pixels enjoying it too!

Available to download on my gallery ID: aheathenbuilds or here (SFS, no ads).

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1915 building was once Baltimore (Maryland) City Library #11. It's been converted into a loft style home made for entertaining. 3bds, 4ba, $1.050M. Problem is that it wasn't very well planned. I'm a librarian and would need millions more to redo it, even though it would my dream home.

The main floor is a huge entertaining space.

You could probably rent this out as a venue, too, but this isn't a kitchen.

These must've been the stairs to the stacks. I'm surprised that there's no elevator. But, then how did they bring book trucks up for reshelving on the tiers? Could that narrow door on the left be a small elevator? And what about ADA compliance? It was a public building. Apparently, the whole building has a security system, 'cuz Baltimore. This would be hard to secure, heat and cool.

This is the only kitchen, so if you rented it out, the public would have to use your kitchen. This is just awkward and it looks like it's located in the storage room.

More entertaining space up here. They must've gotten a deal on tables and chairs.

There are lots of seating areas.

One of the bedrooms.

An exposed brick shower. I can't see the flooring, but from what I can see, it's looks like you'd have to wear flip flops.

Small shower room. Cute.

Tons of empty living spaces. I really think that it could've been configured differently, but it probably would've cost millions.

Another sitting area. According to the description, there are 2 fireplaces that they don't show.

Nice bath. What are the sticks above the shower. Looks like a piece of marble tile is missing on the tub surround.

This is at the top of the building on the observation deck. It could be nicer.

View of Baltimore.

A glass tower.

Huge basement. More potential.

Still looks like a library, architecturally.

I guess that's the secure parking area on the right. It has space for 4 cars, plus an electric garage door. But, is there parking to make it an event venue, or to even have guests? I hate to say it, but I think it's going to be a hard sell.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

A snippet of Goose explaining polyamory to Bradley.

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Carole shifted as she woke from a dream. The glimmers of it hung around her in the blue glaze of twilight but if she tried to think about it, it escaped her like trying to catch smoke.

Slowly, she unlocked each part of her body. Her arms unstuck from her sides, legs stretched tightly as she tried not to disturb Goose or Slider.

But to no avail.

Slider's hand rubbed her stomach underneath her t-shirt. Or rather, his t-shirt. Her's was somewhere on the floor along with the rest of her clothes, apart from her underwear, Goose's t-shirt and Slider's boxers. Apparently he didn't mind going commando underneath his pajama bottoms, something she could feel evidently behind her. He made an excellent big spoon.

Goose groaned in the darkness. He was flat out on his back, one arm around Carole, another underneath Slider. He made an excellent pillow, didn't move too much, although that was for a more morose reason.

After three months of physio, he could walk, but only with a walker. Every day in the rehab hospital had been intense, it had taken its toll on his mental health even if he tried to be positive for them all. Now he was out, he still had hours with the physio, and stretches and exercises too. The pain was immense even if he still had minimal feeling in his legs.

But that didn't stop them making the most of Slider being on leave. Even if he could only lie back, they had no issues. She could feel the slight ache in her thighs now, could feel their hands on her, the images floating around her head, she smiled to herself at the memories.

"Go back to sleep, Carole," Slider murmured into her hair.

"I will, I-"

A small knock at the door got them all darting up. Goose was the most unconscious of all of them. His eyes barely open, hair ruffled and double chin prominent as he lifted his head to look at the door.

"Momma?" Bradley's voice came through the closed door.

"Coming, baby," she replied.

Rolling off of Goose, she padded along the floor to the door. She'd started to convert the garage into their bedroom as soon as she could after learning Goose would have to relearn how to walk. Climbing up the stairs was too much of a feat for now.

She opened the door and her heart melted. Bradley stood silhouetted by darkness. The outline of his goose in his tight grip, his baggy plane pyjamas and him rubbing his eyes made for an impossibly cute image.

"Can't sleep?" She asked.

He shook his head.

"Come on, sleep in our bed tonight,"

He nodded and toddled after her as she crawled back into bed. Her and Slider shuffled back slightly to make room for Bradley to lie on Goose.

She watched him climb up up the bed, wiggling as he pushed himself up until she sighed and picked him up. He carried on wiggling as he got settled on Goose's chest.

For a second they all calmed down. Her breathing regulated as she watched Bradley with one eye open. Slider's hands locked around her middle. The regular thrumming of Goose's heartbeat ran through her head.

Just as she could feel herself slipping back asleep again, she saw Bradley dart up.

"Why's Uncle Slider in your bed?"

They all looked at each other, then back at him. She gulped. Slider's hands tensed around her middle. Sneaking a glance at him, she saw his eyes wide and him biting his lip.

She didn't know what to say. It was too late to explain the nature of their relationship to Bradley. There would be too many questions and she was far too tired

Luckily, Goose came to their rescue.

"He's in our bed because we love him a lot," he said. "We love him like we love each other, okay? We'll explain it in the morning."

Bradley didn't say anything at first. She knew he was staring straight at Slider, not meaning to be malicious but having that innate toddler nature to be creepy.

But after a few seconds, he simply said, "Okay," and lay back down on Goose's chest to sleep.

[camillesblogsposts]

Say yes to me - five

Do you think about heaven? Do you think about me?

@lostcasefile @ellieinmybed @frasersgf @experiencebeinanamericanwh0re @ariianelle @nil-eena @spidersammy

You woke up in Ellie’s bed, the sheets draped over your still body. You’d slept in the same clothes you arrived in. The morning light was streaming in through the windows, newly having risen into the sky.

After a moment you turned hoping to face Ellie but she wasn’t there in the bed beside you. It was a sore disappointed feeling that rose in your chest but, really, what did you expect? To be met with breakfast in bed? God, this was terrible. She was probably regretting what happened immensely, wondering what to say to get you to forget it. This thought got you up out of bed. She wasn’t in the garage-converted-bedroom or the attached bathroom; briefly panicking you opened the front door. She was there, perched on the doorstep.

Her back faced you. She was smoking something, the fumes drifting back into your face. She was wearing a jumper, a different one than the night before, and she’d pinned her hair up into a bun.

“Ellie.”

“What time do you open your stall?” She replied immediately, almost cutting you off. You walked down to sit beside her.

“Usually around half nine.” That hesitant, unsure tone returned to your voice. Ellie didn’t reply.

“Are you… okay?” You fiddled with your hands in your lap, looking down at how her own hands were gripping onto her knees.

“You should get going shouldn’t you? It’s eight now, probably takes you a long time to carry the table and unpack everything.” She was rambling. She wanted you to go, she didn’t want to talk.

“One of the men at the bar usually carry the table out for me.”

“Chivalrous.”

You stood, walking inside to collect your belongings before walking back to the garden.

“Will you see me soon?” You were desperate, really. This couldn’t be it. Years of wanting someone’s affection so terribly just for it to amount in a brief, clothed encounter. You wanted to marry her.

Ellie looked up from the joint in her hand to your wobbling bottom lip. She bit her own.

“Sure, I’m on patrols today until five.”

You nodded excitedly. She stood.

“Was last night.. like, okay?” She asked timidly. You smiled at her, eyes still a little watery from the previous anxiety you’d felt.

“Yeah, I liked it a lot.”

She nodded.

You left then and walked back to your home, pep in your step. Cat greeted you at the door dressed for patrol.

“Morning.” You smiled at her, hoping she’d return it, hoping she would just act normal with you. She huffed, “And where were you last night?”

“I had a sleepover.”

“With who?”

“Uhm… Ellie.” Your voice cracked, what were you supposed to say? You felt your chest clench with panic at the thought of Ellie getting mad at you. But you wouldn’t have been able to lie, not on the spot like that.

Cat glared at you and scoffed, “What? Ellie? Why?” She looked… hurt.

“I hadn’t watched a horror film before and she wanted me to watch one, probably just wanted to see me scared, right?”

Cat didn’t reply and pushed past you, knocking you over slightly. She stormed off towards the gate. You went inside, feeling nauseated from the interaction, stomach in knots. Your hands were a little shaky. Why couldn’t anything ever be easy?

Your bedroom was messy and you tidied in an attempt to calm the overwhelming thoughts that spun around your head. You had a small collection of plush teddies, all lined up along the bed. They looked cute like that. Like a little family. Sometimes you’d fall asleep cuddling the little brown bear you’d secretly named Ellie. It was common for you to do that in order to fall asleep on particularly strenuous days, you’d pretend she was there holding you, stroking your hair like she had the night before. Somehow it felt better than you’d ever imagined it would.

You changed into cargo pants and a sweater- they were Dina’s, left over from the last time she’d slept there. You had a terrible defect of winter appropriate clothing and knew she wouldn’t mind. Looking in the mirror you giggled, it was so unlike something you’d wear. The sweater practically swallowed you.

You stopped to feed some leftover meat to the cats that lurked around the entrance of the kids play area whilst on your way to the marketplace- they stayed there in the day time knowing that passer-by’s would give them seconds and thirds. At night they made themselves scarce, sleeping in whoever’s homes they’d followed at the end of the day. You’d tried and failed to claim one as your own, a big fat white thing. She’d went mad when you wouldn’t let her leave on the morning so she was just secretly your favourite now.

You set up your stall with the help of one of the pub men, Frank. He was kind and gentle, big hands and heart. It was a gloomy day, Jackson heading into the depths of winter.

The day was slow. One of those days where you spent your time daydreaming about Ellie.

At five you hurried to close up shop, practically sprinting to Ellie’s home when you were done to meet her. You waited on her doorstep, rocking back and forth to exert your excitement.

She arrived moments later, dirt and blood covering her. You wondered if it affected her to have to… do that.. every day.

“Not right now.” She mumbled, walking to the door as if you were invisible, eyes glued to the ground beside you.

“Oh.. but you said five, and it’s past five so I thought-”

“Y/N, I said not right now.”

She stood, waiting for you to move out of the doorway so she could get inside. You didn’t want to go. Maybe you should’ve just listened but you didn’t, standing there with wobbling legs, eyes welling up with tears.

“Talk to me, Ellie.” You whispered as you extended your hand to meet hers. She flinched, her hand going limp against your own. She wouldn’t look at you, couldn’t meet your gaze. “What don’t you understand about not right now?” She snapped.

“I’ve waited all day,”

“Waited all day doing what exactly? Sat at a fucking soap stall?” She opened the door.

“Why are you like this all the time with me?”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

You left then. Didn’t know anything? You knew everything you had the opportunity to learn about her. You’d starved for her for years, licking up scraps of information, watching her so intently. She didn’t know what she was talking about.

[lordgrimwing]

Friends and family #12

Ecthelion blasted the horn of a shiny red convertible car. Leaning out the window, he shouted across the street. “Glorfindel!”

Glorfindel was skimming a magazine in his bedroom when he heard the horn. He’d been shut in his bedroom all morning with the new magazine as it wasn’t exactly the kind of material he wanted his parents to know he had. When Ecthelion called, he shoved the glossy magazine under his mattress and scrambled to his window.

“Thel?” He asked, confused to see the other teenager behind the wheel of his step-father’s new car. Behind the wheel and very much alone.

“Get out here,” the black-haired elf called. He pointed at the passenger seat. “Let’s go!”

Glorfindel didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He ran outside, barely tossing a word over his shoulder to his mother as he shoved shoes on his feet, and sprinted across the recently mowed, patchy lawn. Ecthelion threw open the passenger door and he dove inside, sliding across the cream leather seat. The engine roared with gas and they shot off down the street before he finished closing the door.

“Let’s go to the beach!” Ecthelion hollered over the engine and wind whipping past them.

Glorfindel fought with his golden hair, trying to wrestle it into a ponytail while the wind whipped it around his face. “Your step-dad let you take it?”

The stoplight ahead turned yellow. Ecthelion stepped on the accelerator and shot through the intersection. “Chris is out of town and this girl’s got a full tank! I can’t leave her in the garage all weekend.” 

“Let’s go,” Glorfindel agreed with a whoop as the car skidded around the bend that took them to the highway. 

The ocean wasn’t far from their town. Certainly, at the speed Ecthelion kept up once they hit the nearly-deserted highway they’d get there in half an hour. As they drove, they talked, the thrill of the adventure fueling their voices to shout over the noise. 

Sports came up first. They’d both be on the high school football team when junior year started in a few weeks, and that was at the forefront of their minds most days. They might have to give up track and field if there were too many conflicts, but the coach said they could give it a go and their parents were okay with it as long as they made time for homework. Glorfindel had his heart set on doing as many sports as he could. Coach suggested if they really put themselves to it, they could get scholarships to go play at a college.

After sports came girls. Glorfindel didn’t have much to say on the topic, but Ecthelion made up for it in one-sided enthusiasm. In a bold declaration of his adoration of the female sex, he proclaimed that he’d be making out with a girl—elf, human, dwarf, or hobbit, he wasn’t picky—on the hood of his step-dad’s red sports car that very day. 

It was a very nice car. Glorfindel supposed that out of anyplace else at a beach, a girl would probably like to make out on the car, though personally he thought the leather seats would be a better spot for it.

It wasn’t long after that that they turned off the highway and into the sparsely populated dirt parking lot. A group of idle seagulls patrolled the lot for forgotten food. They screamed and scattered when the car roared toward them.

“First one in the water wins,” Glorfindel said, vaulting over the passenger door and sprinting toward the sand.

“Hey!” Ecthelion shouted. Turning off the engine and stuffing the car key into a pocket in his khaki shorts, he followed his friend.

They hadn’t brought any swim trunks. This wasn’t exactly a well thought out trip, after all. The lack of swimwear was no barrier, though, especially with the beach being mostly deserted still (it was early yet. Give it an hour or two and other kids would be bound to show up to take advantage of the last of the summer). A few feet from the waves, they shed their shoes and clothes. Neither of them were strangers to swimming mostly naked. 

Ecthelion kicked sand at Glorfindel, trying to distract and slow him down while he undid his button up shirt far enough to yank it off over his head. Glorfindel still made it in the water first anyway, diving into the cool waves until he was far enough out to tread water like he belonged in the sea while he waited for the other teen to catch up. 

When they were done racing and watching schools of small fish beyond the surf break, they swam back in. A group of human and dwarf boys were playing volleyball on the warm sand, and they happily let the elves join. After that, their new friends invited them to the lunch cookout they were having further down the beach with other kids from their high school.

Glorfindel volunteered to help grill hamburgers. Ecthelion slipped away with one of the girls who brought the ice chests. They came back about ten minutes later, in time for greasy burgers on cheap buns with store brand condiments and mounds of potato chips. They weren’t wearing enough clothes to look rumpled, but Ecthelion’s cheeks were a little red and he kept twisting one of his braids around his finger.

Glorfindel supposed the girl was pretty enough. Tall, thick brown hair cut in a bob, swimsuit leaving a little to the imagination. There was a dab of white sunscreen on her left ear that hadn’t been rubbed all the way into her dark skin. She wasn’t anymore interested in Ecthelion after they got back compared to before, though. Did that mean she didn’t like kissing him, or that she did and didn’t want her impromptu partner to know it? Glorfindel wasn’t sure, and wasn’t invested in figuring her out. Girls were still a mystery to him.

More people arrived during lunch. Some brought more snacks, others helped themself to what was already there. Everyone laughed and joked, and before long they dissolved into smaller groups again for games. Ecthelion and Glorfindel split up for a while but eventually met up again in the water.

Eventually, they had to say bye to their new friends. The sand was hot under their bare feet as they carried their clothes back to the parking lot. 

“That was great,” Glorfindel said as he flopped onto the white leather seat. With a small shout, he sprang up again. After so many hours in the sun, the leather was scorching hot on all his exposed skin. Maybe they should have closed the fabric top.

Ecthelion laughed at him, then spread his clothes over the driver seat to cover all the leather before sitting down. “Way better than anything we could’ve done in town.”

“Totally.” Glorfindel laid out his shirt and shorts and then gingerly sat again.

“Hey,” Ecthelion fished out the keys, “you should drive.”

“Me?” He’d only really driven a couple times. He’d certainly never thought he’d ever drive a car this cool.

“Yeah! Come on, at least part of the way. I can’t keep her all to myself. Besides, when are you gonna have a chance like this again?”

This was very true. 

They changed spots, and he settled behind the wheel. The parking lot was fuller than it had been when they arrived, cars lined up on either side of them. Luckily, there wasn’t anything blocking the way forward, so he didn’t need to back out of the spot. After some good-natured teasing about driving like a grandpa, they made it onto the road.

“Let her loose,” Ecthelion encouraged, giving Glorfindel’s shoulder a light shove. 

He did. As they cleared the last bend before the relatively straight road up and down rolling hills, he let his foot press the gas pedal further and further. The car nearly flew across the hill tops, a red streak against the green and brown landscape. The red needle of the speedometer turned further and further until it couldn’t go any more.

Ecthelion whooped. He climbed up on the passenger seat, kneeling on it so he could get his head and shoulders over the windshield. Laughing, he threw his arms wide, leaning into the wind as it buffeted his bare skin and pulled his hair streaming out behind him in a mad storm.

Nee-nah Nee-nah!

Red and blue lights flashed.

Glorfindel froze. For a moment, he considered flooring the gas pedal. This car was probably way faster than the officer’s behind them, and if they didn’t get caught then they couldn’t really get in trouble. Ecthelion dropped into his seat and looked over at him. His eyes betrayed the same question: what if we just keep going?

No! What were they thinking?

Glorfindel slammed on the break, suddenly horrified that the highway patrol or sheriff or whoever it was would think they were trying to escape if he didn’t stop immediately. The car shook and fishtailed side to side. A terrible screeching came up from the tires, accompanied by the stench of burning rubber. His heart pounded in his ears by the time the car screamed to a stop on the side of the highway. The front right tire rested in a dirt furrow off the side of the road.

The other car rolled to an easy stop behind them. The siren shut off with a final wail. 

“Oh shoot, oh gods,” Glorfindel whispered, cringing down as the officer opened the door to step out of the vehicle. 

Ecthelion’s knuckles showed white through his skin as he gripped the leather seat. “It’s okay,” he muttered. “We’re, uh, we’re just, uh-”

The crunch of boots against asphalt.

Oh, they were in so much trouble. 

“Alright, boys,” said a terribly familiar voice, “I’m not going to bother asking for your license and registration.”

Glorfindel raised his head and looked. 

Sheriff Thrainn, all four feet nine inches (plus three inch heels) of him, looked back. His curly black hair is pulled back in a ponytail and his thick beard is braided just so to show the badge on his uniform. “Ecthelion. Glorfindel,” he said. 

Sheriff Thrainn had done all the anti-drug and community safety assemblies since they started grade school. He came to the town block party in the spring. He knew exactly who they were and he probably knew whose car they had because Christopher liked to talk about it and show it to everyone who came by but never, ever, let anyone else drive it. 

“Mr. Thrainn,” the boys murmured.

“Does your step-father know where his car is?” This was asked over Glorfindel’s head to Ecthelion.

“No, sir,” was his subdued reply.

“Does your mother?”

“No.”

Officer Thrainn nodded like that was exactly the response he expected. “And do your parents know what you’re doing right now?” He asked Glorfindel.

“Probably not.”

“Does anyone know where you are?”

They shook their heads mutely. 

“You two know I’ve had to tell parents their kids died on this road before.”

They did. Everyone in town heard the story, and it was told every year at the homecoming assembly even though it happened fifteen years ago. Some high school seniors, friends, had gone to a beach party after a football game. Everyone knew there was going to be a lot of drinking and their parents said they couldn’t go, but they snuck out and went anyway. They were all drunk on the way back and the driver missed the turn and took everyone off the side of a cliff. 

But that was just a story to warn everyone off from drinking and partying. Neither of them had any alcohol at the beach today, though Glorfindel saw beer cans in one of the ice chests. That meant they were fine. They were okay. They couldn’t have ended up like those kids fifteen years ago. Right?

Right?

“Glorfindel, you could have killed your friend and yourself driving like that.”

He wouldn’t have. He would have slowed down before they hit the next bend. He hadn’t been going that fast. Right? 

“Ecthelion, today, you stole a deadly weapon and put it in your friend’s hands.”

Glorfindel took his hands off the wheel and stuffed them in his lap. 

“Now, get out and put your clothes back on.”

Obediently, they stepped out. The sun-warmed road burned Glorfindel’s feet and he quickly put his socks on before anything else. He felt extra embarrassed about everything with Sheriff Thrainn watching him struggle to get his shorts on and pull his t-shirt over his head.

Once they were dressed in their wrinkled, sandy clothes, Sheriff Thrainn looked them up and down and said, “This vehicle hasn’t been reported as stolen yet, so I’m going to let you drive it back home. Stay behind me the whole way. If I ever see you two have done something like this again, we’re going to take a ride together.”

They nodded again, relieved to be getting off with little more than a warning (unless, of course, the escort alerted everyone else to their return). Ecthelion sat slowly in the passenger seat and gingerly pulled out the seat belt. Resigned to driving the rest of the way, Glorfindel resettled behind the wheel, awkwardly groping for his own seat belt.

With a quick siren blare, the sheriff car pulled onto the highway again and rolled forward.

Glorfindel cautiously followed all the way back into town.

[innytoes]

Hello, please do prompt 21 for willex!! So excited!

And also for @legolasghosty who asked for the same with Willex(ie). Because you all love the giant skeleton prompt lol.

You'd think after several months of being crammed into a tour bus during their first tour ever, Alex would have cringed at the idea of pooling their money to buy a house together as a band. But it wasn't like they were making Mansion Money (not yet! the Bobby in his mind shouted), and well, he kind of liked their little house. He liked seeing his friends every day. They each had their own bedroom, they converted the garage into a music studio, and there were enough bathrooms that nobody wanted to murder the others on a regular basis.

The house was in a nice neighbourhood, but nice in the way that people smiled and nodded at each other on the street, not nice as in 'everyone's lawn is immaculate and exactly according to HOA standards'. The house on the corner had an alarming amount of garden gnomes, there was a Little Free Library a few houses down, and apparently people went kind of hard decorating for the holidays.

Reggie had been more than happy to sweet talk the little old lady with the Pomeranian from down the street into giving up her source for decorative gourds. But it wasn't enough, so they decided to plan a trip to the nearest Spirit Halloween.

It wasn't like they planned to come home with a twelve foot skeleton. But it was there, and it was awesome, and when Alex had tried to object, Luke had turned to him with a: "We're the adults now, bro. We get to decide what that means."

And well, how could Alex object to that?

"Okay," he'd agreed. "But only if we can rig it so he's holding a pride flag."

And so, Clyde The Pride Skeleton was erected in their front yard, much to the delight of a lot of their neighbours. It wasn't uncommon for people to stop and take pictures, for little kids to shout HI CLYDE on their way to school, and for the local teens to salute him while biking past. Alex kind of loved it.

So yeah, he wasn't particularly upset to find a stranger in their front yard taking selfies with Clyde. The skeleton was located far enough to the front of their yard and they had enough greenery and porch between him and the house that their privacy wasn't exactly compromised. And well, who wouldn't want a picture with a giant gay skeleton?

The thing that was alarming was how this guy was taking selfies.

Because he was on stilts. Stilts high enough that when Alex looked out of his bedroom window, he was face to face with the beautiful, handsome, insane stranger in the front yard.

"Hi! I love your skeleton!" the guy called, waving as Alex opened up his widow in alarm.

"What the hell are you doing?" he called, a little alarmed. The guy was really, really high up.

"Taking a selfie?" Stilt Guy responded, wiggling his phone a little for emphasis.

"Okay," Alex huffed to himself, because obviously. "Why are you on stilts?"

"Oh!" the guy beamed. "Because else I couldn't get his face and my face in the frame!"

Which made a weird kind of sense but also who had giant stilts just lying around? How far had this guy walked with (on? that was a terrifying thought) giant stilts just to get a selfie with Clyde.

The guy moved around the skeleton, coming up to the window, and while Alex thought he should probably be more concerned, the closer the guy got, the more he realised he was very, very pretty. Besides, if he was a creep, he'd be easy to topple over.

"I'm Willie!" Stilt Guy said.

"Alex," Alex said. "Do you always have giant stilts with you, or did you make a special trip just to meet Clyde?"

"His name is Clyde?" Willie's smile became even wider. "I mean, I had them in my backpack, I just did a shift at the Hollywood Ghost Carnival. They're collapsible. You'd be surprised how handy they can be!"

"Uhuh. I bet you rescue a lot of kittens stuck in trees," Alex said sarcastically, and okay, maybe a little flirtatiously. Listen, it wasn't ever day that a handsome stranger hovered outside your bedroom window wanting to chat.

And so they did. For like half an hour, Alex sitting in the window sill and Willie shuffling around on his stilts. He told the story of Clyde the Pride Skeleton, Willie told him about his job at the Carnival, and they both flirted up a storm.

Alex was just about to offer Willie to come inside (through the window, through the front door, whatever would be easier in the giant stilts), when Reggie came running down the street.

"Guys, do we have a ladder?" he called. "Mr Emerson's cat is stuck in a tree in front of the Molina's house and she sounds so sad, we gotta help her out!"

Willie met his eyes. The mischievous smile was back.

Alex groaned. Okay, so he'd been proven wrong. "Actually I think we got something that will work!" he called down, and when Reggie turned to look, his face lit up.

Maybe afterwards, they could still grab a coffee or something. You know, on the ground like normal people.

[shellseaisms]

the matthews residence 2.0.

my generations family is expanding and they needed a bigger house, so I built one for them. this house is very deceptive and looks a lot bigger than it actually is; there are three bedrooms in the house itself, but the garage has been converted into another bedroom/partial living area for your more isolated sims. I don't think the matthews family will be living here for long, but I'm excited to play in it because it's super cute and hopefully you think so too!

custom content used: find all cc links for this build here.

§183,278 furnished, §99,179 unfurnished

4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms

40 x 30 lot size

custom content included with package file

built in laguna coast

‣ ‎ ‎ download, more screenshots + speed build below.

‣ speed build:

‣ downloads:

furnished: package // sims3pack

place the file ending in '_library' in your library folder (documents/electronic arts/the sims 3/library) regardless of what version you choose to install. for package downloaders, the file ending in '_mods' goes in your mods folder.

note: custom content is not included with the sims3pack.

unfurnished // library file only (furnished, cc not included)

‣ more screenshots:

[ccforkay]

Contemporary European Family Home 🌷

This spacious, open concept home merges the character of the European countryside with contemporary styles. With three bedrooms and two and a half baths, this home’s eye-catching feature is the second floor breezeway & landing overlooking the downstairs living space. Complete with a home library, outdoor kitchen, and large garage to be converted to your sim’s liking, this home is full of possibilities!

Decided to come back to Newcrest for this one and I’m happy I did! This is pretty much my dream home, despite how difficult that second story was to get right! 🥴

No CC // Gallery ID: adidas184

[aheathen-conceivably]

⚓️ Anchorpoint Terrace ⚓️

Poised amidst the hustle and bustle of Anchorpoint Wharf, this townhouse has all the charm of the city and the spaciousness of the suburbs! Original details like stained glass archways, hardwood floors, terracotta tiles, and crown moldings are paired with new, eclectic upgrades like brass features, bold wallpapers and upgraded appliances.

The second story boasts an open floor plan framed by craftsman style arches and views of the bay from nearly every window. Below is a light filled office as well as a spacious garage converted into the main bathroom. Then, of course, there is a nursery ready to welcome the newest member of your pixel family and even your very own pocket park!

It is CC free, but please feel free to redecorate it or redesign it, just tag me if you use it so I can see your lovely pixels enjoying it too!

Lot Size: 30x20 Lot Value: 92,746 House Size: 2 Bedrooms, 2 Bathrooms Lot: Manzanita Terrace or Anchorpoint Abode Lot Type: Residential CC-free

Available to download on my gallery ID: aheathenbuilds or here (SFS, no ads).

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Wow. I can't believe that this wonderful 1835 Grist Mill, that comes with a Victorian cottage in St. Johnsville, New York, (a total of a 5 building package), is under $1M. 7bds, 7ba, $750K.

The Stone Grist Mill, The Mill House, The Hog 'n House Cottage, Barn, and Carriage House are the 5 buildings. The Grist Mill was finished in 1835. Interior is part Museum, Luxury Kitchen, and a Full 3rd floor private Primary Bedroom w/En-suite.

Original Grain Milling mechanicals have been put back in place and Painstakingly restored.

It doesn't say if the artifacts in the museum come with it, but there is so much to look at, how can you buy this place without all the antiques?

The few times that I've seen old mills where the owners converted them and stripped them of all the original equipment, I actually wanted to scream, grab something, and hit them with it.

Isn't this some huge kitchen?

And, here's the spacious primary bedroom. Why are they selling this? I would never let it go.

How cute. A little grooming area.

Love the wide plank floors and stone walls.

More original mill equipment.

The Victorian Guest house has five Large bedrooms that are adorably decorated w/First Floor Primary En-suite.

Isn't this lovely?

The primary suite.

They really went all out decorating this place.

Beautiful Victorian home.

The Hog 'n Haus Cottage is a renovated livestock pen from 1888 and has been transformed into a Romantic one room cottage w/ Bathroom overlooking YOUR OWN 40FT WATERFALL!

What a sweet little one room cottage.

Here's a big barn or carriage house.

2 car garage plus shed or workshop.

The grounds are gorgeous.

The property measures 4.70 acres.

[dreamstatesims]

hey girlie, hope you're doing well; having a good day/night:

i wanted to ask if you could give any advice with building and landscaping? i've always been a huge fan of your sim style, and i'm currently looking to get into building myself.

was there any videos you watched or accounts that were able to help you jump wholeheartedly into the wonderful world of build/buy mode?

thank you soooo much in advance <3

hi! i could go on and on about this topic so thanks for asking. last year i wrote about building here, if you recall. since that one was more about "vibe" maybe this one should be a little more technical? idk, i'm a dreamy creative so i'm sure this'll get emotional anyway lol.

i suggest picking a world or architectural style and let one inform the other. then research that style, look at floor plans and dive into pinterest for a while before you start building. if you don't already have one, get one and go collecting inspiration that you can reference later. here's mine, if you wanna check it out.

when landscaping i think about two key things: what style of gardening goes with this build (manicured, overgrown, minimal, etc) and i consider the trees and/or flowers i see in the world around my lot. i'll incorporate some to blend on and off-lot gardening. and i can't emphasize enough how important terrain painting is! in my opinion it really anchors everything down. for example, i paint all around and under landscaped areas, trees, the entire perimeter of the house/buildings, and anything else like pools, decks, driveways. it creates depth and makes it look like these things are really sprouting out of the ground. also paths! even if you don't have stones laid down, think about the routes sims will take to get from one place to another, like from the back porch to the pool, the marks little sneakers leave under the swing set when simmies play, from the mudroom to the trash bins by the garage. grass thins out and you'll see some dirt showing through regularly trodden routes, so paint those on to make the area look lived in.

the simpler the floor plan, the better. even if you pick a floor plan that's complicated, simplify it. you don't need a garage? remove it or convert it into something else. too many little rooms and hallways? open up those spaces or take them out entirely and push the necessary rooms you want to keep into that area. you'll find your builds will be much easier to play in this way and it won't take sims hours to get to the kitchen or up the stairs.

i have general dimensions for rooms that really work for me: kitchen 5x6, 6x6, 6x7 dining 4x5, 5x5, 5x6 living 5x6, 6x6, 6x7 half bath 2x2, 2x3 full bath 3x4, 4x4 owner's suite 5x6, 6x6 bedrooms 4x5, 5x5 hallways 2 spaces wide

maybe a bit tricky, but think about adding rooms in the roof. a play room, guest room, second living room, or office space. hell, even just an attic you can convert later as your family grows. when building attics, i'll lay out the roof design first and then see where i can build rooms inside. for easier gameplay you'll want to then break down the roof into sections so when you lower the walls you can see inside and the camera won't bounce around.

twistedmexi's TOOL mod is an absolute gamechanger and i highly recommend using it to expand your lot outside the lines. EA has decorated the world outside of your lot with fences and other features that suggest you can absolutely push things further. i'll setup whatever i want outside the lot inside my grid first and then move it all out together. i do this for play areas, picnic tables and umbrellas, firepits and seating. i'll put cars parallel parked on the road or in the driveway EA has provided. and don't forget about debug items like electrical poles, post boxes, bus stops, fire hydrants and other stuff you'd see around a neighborhood.

i'm subscribed to a handful builders on youtube that i'll watch from time to time. it's great to see what other folks are doing because this community is so creative and you'd be surprised the little tricks you'll pick up. these are some of my favorite builders: simproved, simsphony, plumbob kingdom, simcubeez, bojana sims.

if you have any more questions on specifics or want an actual tutorial on something, don't hesitate to ask! and that goes for anyone reading this very long-winded post. kudos if you made it this far!

[violetmuses]

No Rules - Maxwell Lord

TITLE: “No Rules” || Maxwell Lord 

FANDOM: “Wonder Woman” Film Universe

CHARACTER: Maxwell “Max Lord” 

PAIRING: Maxwell Lord + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: Meeting each other could change everything. 

Author’s Note: Hi! Here’s my very first Max project. Happy reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. <3

Main Masterlist <3

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1984 

Black Gold Cooperative shattered not long ago, leaving him no other choice but to file bankruptcy. Even speaking with Raquel deemed nearly impossible to do. She was kind, still aiding him despite countless setbacks in an otherwise horrible shift. 

One town car pulls up to the main office curb around sunset, giving Max an opportunity to hide once again. Behind that spot, for a while longer, he can’t face late bills. Simon already shouted at him and he’d rather ride home in silence.

Awaiting the end of never-ending traffic, Max turns his head, looking out towards other drivers who beamed this weekend. Shining convertibles. Big-time sport wheels. Even Jeeps look glamorous to him as he yearns for success nowadays. 

Beyond that rear window, Max notes the sound of bright laughter, pitched and wonderful. You, a stranger, are in a car jamming to the radio, tapping fingers onto that steering wheel. The red light hasn’t turned green yet, but you don't even care. 

From his slight angle, Max can see the way professional attire clothed your shoulders from the top. He quietly raves as one sliver Rolex clasps around your wrist. Your head bops to the music, a particular song he doesn’t recognize this time. 

What is your story? Max thinks to himself. 

Before he could roll down the window and ask you anything, the stoplight turns green at last, prompting both cars to move away from one another. You vanish from his sight, only seen to him as a glimpse of joy. 

__________

You’ve driven this company car since the beginning of summer. If not for your skills as concierge, the hotel would’ve crumbled for good last year. 

Now, it’s Friday evening and you’ve settled that ride into the parking garage, clicking your heels towards the apartment elevator. Just as both sliver doors open and you step through, distant but quick steps raced towards the outdoor entrance. 

Meanwhile, you roll both eyes, sure that another suited idiot wanted to loiter near the building again. There was a huge difference between cons and genuinely struggling people. You knew that feeling of the latter far too well. 

At one point of time, you dreamed of staying in this very apartment, working near affluence in so many ways. 

After climbing roles, your complex unit is breathtaking. Spacious living area. High-end entertainment center. Two bedrooms. Perfect kitchen. Picturesque windows reveal emerald trees, almost romanticizing Washington’s downtown zone. 

Pouring this well-deserved glass of wine, you toe off your heels and feel sure that security is dealing with that loitering idiot in the lobby. Even shouting echoed through walls as you sat on the couch, watching a movie. You’re not phased at all. 

Not the first, never the last. You’ve always believed. 

In the middle of your favorite scene, the man’s shouting stopped. This time, curiosity peaked your attention and you somehow pause the film, listening out instead. 

“Please…what is her name?” The man nearly begs, asking for someone else’s attention. 

___________

You find yourself returning downstairs and soon heading towards the lobby. Commotion settled down, but there’s a man standing near that front desk. 

Light brown hair, almost blond, looks dishelved around his sweating and pale features. He’s leaning over, bunching up the fabric of his blue suit and slipping the placement for that sharp tie. 

“Ma’am!” The receptionist calls to you, immediately motioning for you to see this man right now. 

“Yes?” You heels scurry without question and your body straightens up, planning to introduce yourself. 

“I’m so sorry for the noise, but I’m…” The man trails off his own introduction, realizing your own face. 

“Maxwell Lord….” You catch on, folding both arms and slyly  acknowledging the stack of magazines found on one table with chairs in this lobby. His face plastered everywhere at one point in time. 

“Yes.” Maxwell settles back into his brand of charm, completely ignoring how sweat trickled earlier. “And who do I have the pleasure of meeting now?” 

“Y/N.” You reveal your name without shaking his hand. “A phone call during work hours would’ve been enough.” 

“Sincerest apologies.” Max utters once more. “Could I interest you in meeting tonight?” Maxwell continues, gently trying to salvage what happened just moments before. 

You watch him lie regardless. Yelling for assistance on this property should’ve left him booked with police.

“No, thank you, Mr. Lord.” You stay firm, knowing that he interrupted your time off on such a beautiful evening.

No. Maxwell sadly thinks to himself. I’m watching Alistair next week. 

“Very well. Apologizes to everyone for the disruption.” Maxwell steps out, finally leaving this apartment complex. 

____________

You find one unexpected note in your mailbox soon after crossing paths with Mr. Lord.  

Y/N. 

You are my greatest mystery, forever reaching my thoughts as I move through life’s everlasting questions. 

Please forgive my behavior. 

Until next time, 

Maxwell Lord. 

[dandylion240]

Transcript under the cut

Jake: everything's going to be alright

Isaac: will it?

Jake: of course. I know this place is cramped but it won't be long before we can afford a bigger place.

Isaac: maybe I should ask my dad for the money for a house.

Jake: I can't ask you to do that. I know your family don't agree with our lifestyle.

Isaac: yeah but we can't continue living like this either; especially with another baby on the way.

Jake: don't worry about it. I'll take care of it.

Jake: Addy you have the old man's number?

Addison: so you're going to do it? Ask Theo for the money?

Jake: as much as I don't want to I don't have a choice. I'd rather ask Theo than to have Isaac ask his dad for money and have him upset because his parents don't approve of me or the way we live.

Addison: good idea. I think I found just the house for you. It's small but it's bigger than this place. You can always add on later or convert the garage into another bedroom.

[bookwormscififan]

Taking the Job

Read on AO3!

A/N: I had an idea to do an AU based on The Bodyguard (1992) with MadMare because @iamvegorott sent me a thing about Mare being Mad's bodyguard. This can be seen as a prologue to test the waters before I go and write the entire thing. Enjoy.

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The job sounded easy enough: Mare was to be the bodyguard for a popular scientist who’d been receiving death threats and had his house broken into on several occasions. He lived in an isolated house somewhere past the city limits of town, and the only times he really went outside were to attend stupid science parties.

Mare stepped out of his car and froze, gaze travelling up the expanse of the house in front of him with a cold pit in his stomach. What he had assumed was going to be a simple cabin in the woods somewhere was far more sophisticated: a mansion not unlike the homes old time film stars owned, with a sweeping driveway and huge garage, windows all over the front of the house and a pool in the back. Mare donned his sunglasses and adjusted his blazer, cracking his neck to gather his courage before moving up the drive toward the front door.

“Hello,” he greeted the man that opened the door, flashing him a polite smile and holding out his ID. “My name is Natemare Nova, I’m the bodyguard assigned to Madrick the scientist.” He tucked his ID away after the man stepped aside to let him in, immediately glancing around the place to find any cameras or security systems.

“My name is Jackie,” the man offered, holding a hand out to Mare, “I guess you could call me the caretaker of the house. Mad and I are close friends. He’s in the lab right now, down that hall and it’ll be the last door on the right.” He pointed as he spoke, looking back at Mare to ensure he understood.

“How many rooms in this house?” Mare asked, peering down the hall and pulling out a small notepad.

“Originally there were 27 total rooms,” Jackie began, picking at his fingernails. “We converted basically the entire east wing into Mad’s lab, so that’s made up of about 14 rooms. The other rooms are just your typical bed, bath, living.”

“How many rooms have locks on their doors?”

“All the bedrooms and Mad’s lab.”

“I’ll go meet Mad now,” Mare stated, putting away his notepad and heading down the hall toward the lab.

--

Once he had been given allowance to enter the lab, Mare stepped inside and reached into his pocket, ready to show his identification to his charge, but he paused when he saw the small man hunched over a bench.

He took off his reading glasses, letting Mare see the smattering of freckles covering his cheeks, running his fingers through his hair to push it out of his face before turning to face Mare with a smile and an outstretched hand.

“You must be Mare. You can call me Mad. Thank you for agreeing to this job despite its potential dangers. I kept telling Jackie I didn’t need a bodyguard, and then someone broke in and slept in my bed, and I decided I should listen to Jackie more.” His smile grew bashful as Mare shook his hand, cheeks flushing before he caught Mare’s serious face.

“I will make sure you’re entirely safe.”

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