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windslar · 6 months
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The sims team out here thinking the Landgraabs are the protagonists of the story.
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errantgoat · 3 months
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innocent patch of grass in my town: *exists*
city planning: but what if it was - and hear me out here...a parking lot?
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thesimofmanu · 1 year
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This one is gonna be a triplex, perfect for 5 roomates, 2 couples and a buddy or child.
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Love the last one looks like a streamer's room, just some final touches and another bedroom
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hsundholm · 6 days
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An X40 Evening
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An X40 Evening by Henrik Sundholm Via Flickr: An old photo of the X40 doubledecker in Eskilstuna, Sweden. This location is no longer publically accessible.
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softerpixels · 6 months
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ea i don’t wanna be a landlord i would rather be a real estate agent ☹️
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conceptproperties · 7 months
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psychoticwillgraham · 7 months
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love when repairmen just randomly walk into ur backyard and take ur shitty screen door out and just leave (he’s getting another one I assume) :))
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realtyhubph-blog · 8 months
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4 BR Duplex Mansfield Angeles
Pre-owned 4 BR Duplex in Mansfield Residences Angeles City for 4M only
Pre-owned 4 BR Duplex in Mansfield Residences Angeles City 📍 Mansfield Residences Brgy Sto Domingo Angeles City Property Features TYPE: 4 BR Duplex📐 Lot: 80 sqm | Floor: 80.23 sqm🛌 4 Bedrooms🛀 2 Bathrooms✅ With Flooring Improvement✅ With Fence and Gate NEARBY POINTS OF INTEREST Carmelita Resort & Events Place • Montenegro Estate • L&S Subdivision • Leoncia Village • DIOSDADO • RYAN AUTODEAL…
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Contemporary Deck Huge trendy rooftop deck photo with a pergola
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kittycatfailcat · 11 months
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Living Room - Modern Living Room A large, open-concept, minimalist living room with a bar, white walls, and no fireplace is an example of a design.
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mqslow · 1 year
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New York Exterior Stucco An enormous contemporary beige three-story stucco exterior home remodel with a mixed material roof was inspired by
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elliaellia-blog · 1 year
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Duplex Skycourt w/ Pool | Ocean View
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kunvarjirealty · 1 year
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gatorlovebot · 7 months
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nsfw. mdni. this is self indulgent but its my right as a 20 something who is getting ready to move out on their own for the first time to write about landlord john price ok <3
landlord price who buys a nice looking duplex in the city and fixes it up himself. lives in the top floor because he doesn’t need much space to himself and rents out the bottom unit. so far it had mostly been couples or smaller familes renting out the bottom unit, until you came along.
you, who had been saving money to rent something nice for yourself, something with a little extra space. the two bedroom downstairs unit is perfect for you, but you have pretty mixed feelings about your landlord living right above you. until you actually meet him.
upon moving in your greeted by the warm accent of john price. his eyes crinkle when he smiles at you and you can pick out grey hairs in his full beard. it’s so cliche, feeling butterflies for an older man whose kind to you but what are you supposed to do when he offers to help you bring in boxes, muscly arms on full display?
he allows you time and space to get settled in, with a promise of, “i’m just upstairs if you ever need anything.”
you don’t see him for the next few days until there’s a knock at your door and its him, looking soft and sweet in a grey henley, just in time for the colder fall weather. “would you care to join me for dinner? i tried a new soup recipe and seems like a i have enough to feed a small army.”
and that’s how you end up in his space for the first time. it’s tiday yet lived in. furniture dark and worn. you can tell a man lives here. dinner is nice, soup rich and filling. but john makes it so much better. effortlessly making you laugh with his bad jokes and stories. he’s warm and personable. your little crush grows when he walks you back downstairs to your unit when the sun goes down. you find yourself struggling to go inside to your empty apartment.
some days you see him and some days you don’t. your work schedule is consistent but you can’t get a read on his schedule, coming and going unpredicatably. life of a retiree, you think.
sometimes you catch him when you’ve come home from work. usually you’re thrilled to see him, an immediate smile stretching across your face and a blush on your cheeks as soon as you see his smile and hear his voice.
sometimes you curse his presence. like now, when you can’t even wait until you get inside your place before the tears start to fall. and of course john has to be in the front yard racking up leaves. you try to give a polite hello and walk up the steps inside, but john price can already read you like a book.
he’s pulling you into his chest before you even know it, big, solid arms wrapped around your shoulders holding you snug to him. “what’s got you so upset, huh?”
and you let the tears fall in earnest, feeling safe and secure with john. “work…just fucking sucks.”
“oh you poor thing,” he coos before gathering you up in his arms and leading you up to his place. he brews some tea as you sink into his couch, the leather warm and soft underneath you. once the teas done, he settles next to you and let’s you warble on about how unsupportive your work environment is and how your boss never follows through on his promises. he mostly just lets you talk, letting out an occasional hum in affirmation. that night he’s not very talkative, he’s much more tactile. running his hands up and down your arms, rubbing the tension from your shoulders and back as he allows you to lean on him until you’re practically in his lap. you’ve exhausted yourself crying and he thanks you for being so vulnerable with him and tells you that even though you don’t deserve all the bullshit at your job, you’re such a brave girl for fighting through it.
things continue to get more and more comfortable between you two. you would almost go as far as to say you would consider him a friend. you do still sometimes have awkward moments though. like when you go down to the basement to change your laundry from the washer to the dryer and you find him already placing your garments in. “oh sorry,” he says, flustered, a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks at being caught. “i spilt some paint on myself earlier while touching up the trim outside and really needed to get some stuff in the washer. i was going to message you asking if all this stuff could go in the dryer.”
he’s so thoughtful, you think. “yeah, it can all go in. thanks, john!”
hours later when you’re finally putting away your clean laundry you realize some of your panties are missing. oh well, its an older dryer, must have eaten them.
its months layer when your stomach drops as you read a text from john asking if you could come upstairs later tonight, there was something he needed to talk to you about. you feel a flash of panic, his text sounding serious. did you do something wrong? you had just seen him the previous day and everything between you seemed fine. you thought you were a great renter, but now you weren’t so sure.
you make your way up to his place and he greets you at the door, usual soft smile on his face.
“i just wanted to get something out in the open,” he starts as you both take a seat on the couch. “i’ve noticed an odor coming from downstairs late at night.”
for a moment you have no idea what he could be talking about, an odor, you think and then it hits you. your late night smoke sessions. “oh, yeah.” it dawns on you. “i’m so sorry about that.”
“no, no, it’s fine.” he reassures, “i would be a bit of a hypocrite myself to be honest, i smoke cigars constantly. try to keep it to just the back balcony but sometimes i break my own rules.”
“yeah, i don’t do it in the apartment because that would be rude, but,” you wince, “sometimes i get a little too lazy to go outside so i just do it out my bedroom window.”
“ah, no worries, dear. just wanted to let you know that i know.”
with your panic subsiding you feel a little bold, “would you like to smoke a little, john?”
“if you’re offering, i’ll be on the balcony.”
you would have never imagined sharing a joint with john would lead you here. in his lap, legs splayed open with your pants around your ankles. listening to the wet sounds of your pussy as he dips his big fingers inside you, hitting all the right spots. your brain is floaty and your limbs feel weightless against his big body that surrounds yours.
there’s a constant stream of nonsense and whimpers that leaves your lips as you dumbly watch him pet your swollen clit. but its the filth from his mouth that really gets you. “such a pretty little thing fo’ me, huh?”
“this little cunt ‘s all mine, right?”
“i’ve been thinking about touching you like this since the day you moved in.”
“cum on my fingers, sweet girl, i know you want to.”
and you do, clenching around his fingers as you keen and moan through it. there’s a whispered, “good girl,” deep and gravelly in your ear before you’re being lifted into john’s arms as he carries you back inside, to his bedroom.
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pinene · 1 year
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What is a "30something midwest pokemon gay?"
He’s in his 30s. Probably lives in Ohio in a mid-sized city with his quiet boyfriend in a carpeted duplex. They have a lot of Pokémon plushies. Probably some funko pops. He’s in like 10 discord servers, 3 of which are rupauls drag race related but he never contributes, just scrolls the memes channel. He has costar installed but it’s on the third page of apps, by Grindr. He posts selfies and tags them GPOY. He will call guys “sweetie” and “honey” online when they touch a nerve. His tumblr has a cover photo from a 90s anime. His profile pic is himself, potentially a cartoon version he commissioned. The title is some quote from a game. His bio is something like “Nick | lvl:34 | Cincinnati | Charizard | Leo | Taken”. He just reblogs 90s nostalgia bait, food tik toks, vague fandom discourse, gay_irl posts, twunk thirst traps (he has a tag for them), and occasionally he’ll post something about the pasta he made for dinner, or maybe a grainy pic of him out at drinks with his bf. sometimes a drunken vent post about how how shallow the men in his town are or about his very stressful female friend. Got it?
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