anonymous asked:

is it worth buying new furniture or getting second hand furniture?

If you’re a broke twenty something like I am, money is tight and new furniture isn’t something that fits into my budget at all. My boyfriend and I were lucky enough to receive lots of furniture from our families. His grandmother actually moved into a nursing home right before we moved into our apartment, so we got all her side tables, glasses, and her pull-out couch. Also an assortment of truly hideous lamps.

My advice to you is to take all the second hand furniture you can get. Ask your family members if they have any lamps, tables, chairs, or dishware that they aren’t using. I promise you that every single member of your extended family has something in their home that they’ve been waiting for the opportunity to get rid of. Also check out yard sales, if you tell the little old lady who is running the yard sale that you are about to move out of your parent’s house and live on your own for the first time, she might give you a deal. I got an entire glass set for free this way. Really talk yourself up!

I know that used furniture doesn’t match and isn’t always sleek looking in your new home. But having old furniture is better than having no furniture at all. You can always throw out anything that doesn’t work in your apartment, or that you later realize is too old to properly function. I throw out used furniture as I have the money to upgrade to new furniture. My downstairs neighbors recently moved out, and they gave us their nice looking IKEA table. This was great, because it meant that we were finally able to get rid of the horrible claw-footed split table that my aunt gave us three years ago. Just leave your old furniture by (not inside) your dumpster.

Remember to wash your “new” used furniture with soapy water several times to properly clean it. Be mindful if you’re buying anything fabric like a couch or a stuffed chair, these need to be cleaned thoroughly as well.

That said, there are some things that you should absolutely never buy used. Never EVER buy a used bed or mattress. You are just asking for a whole world of trouble right there.

Buy Used

  • Dishwasher (plates, cups, silverware)
  • Pots and pans
  • Lamps
  • Couches (if you are comfortable with cleaning a used couch, it’ll save you serious $$)
  • Chairs of all sorts (dining room chairs, stuffed chairs, lounging chairs)
  • Tables (end tables, coffee tables, and dining room tables)
  • Microwaves/coffee pots (but always check to make sure they work first)

Buy New

  • Anything bed related (mattress, bed frame, sheets, etc)
  • Vacuums (they’re pricey but they’re worth it)
  • Standing fans or heaters
  • Computers

i work at like a second hand furniture store so naturally we do furniture collections, but someone has to go and physically look at the item a customer has booked for collection so they can decide if it’ll sell in the store or not.

we explain this to every customer, and we tell them that we can’t accept it if it’s stained or doesn’t have a fire label on it. some customers ask if they can show us a photo of it, but we explain that photos can be deceiving and if taken in the right light it can make an item look like it’s not stained when it actually is.

some customers are fine with this, but some of them get really mardy about it and insist that we just go and collect their furniture based on the photo.

like no, we just explained that someone has to go and physically look it over because if it’s stained then we can’t sell it in the store and you’ve just wasted an employee’s time.

and then they still get all shitty and rude about it like please, this is just policy, why are you getting all pissy if you insist that your furniture isn’t stained? if your furniture isn’t stained then you wouldn’t mind us coming to look at it before making a decision ok

@saisai-chan did you ask for some cute things involving Bakugou, Dad Might and others, or am I wrong? =D

Enjoy it, please. It’s hasty and not my best work, but you deserve some relaxing fluff-stuff after that day.


Taking a deep breath, Izuku shifted the weight that lasted on his left a bit, balancing it out as he continued to steer the vacuum cleaner with his right hand.

“Deku? Are you sure it’s not too much for you?” Uraraka said from above him, sounding slightly worried.

He grinned, even though she couldn’t see him from up there. “Yeah, no problem. I’m glad that I still get some training out of this.”

“You’re awesome, Mido-chan!” Mina said from the same direction as Uraraka.

Spluttering, Izuku almost dropped the couch he balanced on his left hand, holding it high over his head. Dropping the vacuum cleaner, he reached up with his second hand, catching the furniture with the two girls on it before it could fall.

Once he had put it back down safely – under the cheering and applause of Mina – he breathed out a relieved sigh. “A-Ashido-san, please don’t say something like that when I have to concentrate!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Mina laughed at him, waving his concern away. “But it’s true! I mean, you can lift up such heavy things like whole furniture up without your quirk! That’s really amazing!”

“But I could let you fall and you could get hurt…!”

“Heh. Stupid.”

The snarl, though not as aggressive or loud as it would have been normally, still managed to get their attention easily.

Turning, Mina pouted in the direction of Bakugou, who had his back turned to her. “Don’t be mean to Mido-chan, Baku-chan!”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Acid Girl?” Bakugou snapped back, almost knocking over a photo frame that he had been dusting off. “And I’m not fucking mean!”

“Kacchan is right,” Izuku intervened before Mina could come to his aid again, “I can’t let myself be distracted by compliments. I need to learn how to handle it.”

Uraraka frowned for a split second, before she grinned, “Eh, so Bakugou-kun is actually helping you?”

“Am fucking not,” Bakugou shot back instantly.

Before Uraraka could insist that, yes, he was, entirely so, she was interrupted by Kirishima and Kaminari bursting into the room. Or rather, Kirishima bursting into the room, cheerful and full of energy as usual, while Kaminari was groaning dramatically and dragged himself into the living room rather than walking.

“Hey guys!”

“Whoa, what happened to you two?”

Kirishima blinked, hand still up for a greeting wave as he considered that question. “We, uh, just trained a bit?”

“Kaminari looks ready to collapse,” Mina said, brows creasing in worry.

“Oh, that!” Kirishima laughed and waved her concern away. “He’s being dramatic.”

“Am not,” Kaminari huffed, dropping down onto the couch next to Mina and swinging his feet up to let them rest on the coffee table, “I…”

Bakugou interrupted him before he could say anything more, glaring at him. “Don’t put your fucking feet on the table, I just wiped it off, goddamn it!”

Kaminari hastened to pull his feet back off from the table. He also shook off his sneakers while he was at it. Only then did he continue, “I tried to get the hang of shooting moving targets down with my electricity. Damn near electrocuted myself because I used too much energy.”

“Yeah, you would have gotten stupid again if that happened,” Kirishima added cheerily, ignoring the spluttering he got for that. “Oh, hey, Bakugou? I thought of something today…”

“You thinking is never a good sign, Hair for Brain.”

“…could you perhaps tell us more about the villains’ quirks? You know, since you saw them from close up.”

A sharp intake of breath could be heard, but Izuku couldn’t have told who had made the sound. He himself stood frozen, eyes wide as he let Kirishima’s words sink in.

After their nightly brawl, neither he nor Kacchan had mentioned the kidnapping again. Izuku wasn’t even sure if the other had told anyone about his experiences – or at least more detailed.

Would it be too much for his childhood friend, being confronted by it again, or…?

Bakugou started moving again after a split second, continuing his work as if nothing had happened.

“No idea about their quirks, they didn’t use them much when I was there,” he went over to dust off the next shelve. “But you can just blew up that hand-guy’s face when he talks too much, that works well.”

A long pause followed as everyone processed that. Finally it was Mina who gasped, “You blew one of the villains up?!”

“Eh. Just his face,” Bakugou huffed, frowning. “Fucking shithead had that stupid hand in the way, but I still got a good hit in.”

“The hostage blows the villain’s face up,” Kaminari said after a moment of awed-silence. “Now that’s some nice revenge right there.”

There was a non-committal grunt from Bakugou but he didn’t turn around.

Izuku shifted in spot, getting more and more uncomfortable with the subject discussed

Perhaps Kirishima noticed that, and tried to lighten the mood. Perhaps it was the opposite and he didn’t notice and thought something about all of this funny.

Anyway, he suddenly beamed, looking as if he had just a brilliant idea, before he started, “Well, if you even needed to blow up his face, then that means,” he paused for a moment to look expectantly at his friends. “that villain is quite a handful!”

There was a pause, before Kaminari made a sound as if he had been kicked. “You did not just say that.”

“Oh come on! It was funny!” the redhead insisted. “You know, because he is basically covered in hands?”

“That joke actually hurts, man.”

Glancing over, Izuku was pretty sure he caught Bakugou banging his head against the wall slightly, only once. When he continued to watch, though, Bakugou turned and lifted an eyebrow at him as if to say What?!

Barely managing to bite back the laughter that bubbled up his throat – alongside a wince – Izuku turned around again and resumed cleaning.

“Wait, wait, I’ve got another one!” Kirishima declared, not heeding the panicked glances coming his way, “How about – I bet that guy wishes he were a bit more handsome?”

Another pained groan went through the room, interrupted by a few rare giggles and snorts.

“Shut up, Hair for Brain,” Bakugou’s voice cut through the mix of embarrassment and amusement.

The laughter died as everyone looked worriedly over to the blond, gauging his reaction. But he didn’t say anything further, continuing in his chores. There was no anger in his expression nor annoyance.

Leaning back and shaking out the rag he had used to clean, Bakugou glanced over and grumbled, “Your jokes are fucking terrible.”

A wide grin stretched over Kirishima’s face at that. “Oh, come on! You don’t think it’s at least a tiny bit funny? I think I saw you smirking there!”

“Heck no, check your eyes, they are not working correctly.”

Another pause, before Kaminari piped up, “You know… much like Bakugou here, it would be much better if that villain were a bit easier to handle.”

A loud groan went through the room as close to everyone face-palmed. Mina laughed aloud slapping the couch she was sitting on. Izuku’s shoulders were shaking where he was still bent over his vacuum cleaner in order to not give himself away. And Uraraka was laughing tears, floating a bit over the cushions as she lost control.  

There was a clattering sound as Bakugou threw away the cleaning rag and jumped over the coffee table, knocking over an empty cup as he attempted to reach both Kirishima and Kaminari. The both of them let out loud shouts, panic mixed with surprised laughter, as they dove aside in order to dodge.


“Aaaah, he’s after us!”

“He’s going to explodo-kill our faces! Save uuus!”

“We will never be handsome again!”

The laughter increased, ringing throughout the room as the two clowns ran for their dear lives with Bakugou hot on their heels.

Outside of the living room, Toshinori breathed out a chuckle as he let his head fall back, slightly thumping it against the wall behind him.

He had stopped in front of the room when he had heard the subject of villains and Shigaraki and possible training coming up, fearing that it would be too much for young Bakugou.

But it seemed like he had underestimated his students once again.

They will be fine, he thought with a smile as he heard the laughter and shouts coming from the room behind him, mixed in with Izuku and Uraraka half-heartedly trying to stop their rampaging friend. Even without me, they would be fine. They’re so strong. There is nothing they can’t overcome together.  

I better follow their example, huh?

Pushing himself away from the wall, he turned and made to walk into the room as if he had not waited outside for a while now.

“Now, now, what’s going on here, everyone?”


“All Might has come to our aid!… Ouchouchouch, Bakugou, dude, I need that ear, you know?”

“You never listen anyway, what do you freaking need it for?”

“Good point…”

“Sensei, you’ve got to hear those terrible jokes we came up with!”

“Oh? Tell me, then.”

And as he stood there, watching as Bakugou slowly released Kaminari and Kirishima from the chokehold, Mina telling him the jokes with flailing hands and wide gestures, and Izuku and Uraraka leaning against each other as not to fall down in laughter, Toshinori felt warmth blossom in his chest.

If that’s the future I get to see by surviving… then I wish I can live for a long, long time.  

Production Designer Arwel Wyn Jones shares some of his recommendations for getting the look of Sherlock, the BBC’s phenomenally successful remix of Arthur Conan Doyle's classic novels starring  Benedict Cumberbatch.

The fictional flat at 221B Baker Street has won many fans as the strangely stylish bachelor pad of Sherlock Holmes. Jones spends months sourcing, mainly second-hand, furniture before artfully assembling the interiors at the studio in Cardiff. The most striking thing about Jones’ set is the remarkable attention to detail - tiny pictures are crammed around the house, plenty of maps, books and sheet music cover the surfaces, and dotted around the living room are vintage Guns and Ammo magazines.

But it’s the  interiors of Sherlock’s London home that has been attracting attention, with its distinctive blend of modern and Victorian furniture.

The accessories are eclectic and replete with tongue-in-cheek British iconography, including framed maps of the British Isles and vintage style Union Jack cushions. Mrs Hudson’s tea set of Alice in Wonderland was originally designed for Tate Liverpool by Ali Miller, but is still available. Miller’s Home Sweet Home design of Britain and Ireland makes a regular appearance.  A design classic since release in 1996, the Bang and Olufsen BeoSound 9000 now looks vintage with its six-CD multi-changer unit, mounted on the wall in Sherlock’s bedroom.

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They spent a month laying down a foundation, planning rooms, cutting space for doors and windows, picking paint colors, and gathering second hand furniture. Everyday, Alexa and Kayla fell more and more in love. Theirs was a tale for the ages - or, as Kayla would say, “like fanfiction, but real!”

oh my god my little nerdy babies I love them so much ugh kill me

Broadway Review: ‘The Price’ Starring Mark Ruffalo, Tony Shalhoub, Danny DeVito

Marilyn Stasio - Variety
Theater Critic
March 16 7:00 PM

Arthur Miller is back on Broadway with “The Price,” a rarely-revived play written in the 1960s, with strong references to the 1930s, that still reverberates with meaning for the 2010s. Let’s just say that the dramatic themes and human conflicts are timeless. Terry Kinney, a founding member of Steppenwolf Theater, directs a superlative cast consisting of Mark Ruffalo, Tony Shalhoub, Jessica Hecht, and Danny DeVito, who make this revival a treasured experience.

Consider, for a moment, the near-universality of the dramatic situation: A feared and venerated patriarch has died and his two long-estranged sons must divvy up the family assets they intend to sell to a second-hand furniture dealer. The brothers meet in the overstuffed attic of their father’s Manhattan brownstone to determine the value of their material possessions — and the figurative prices they put on the choices they each made during their lives.

Arthur Miller is back on Broadway with “The Price,” a rarely-revived play written in the 1960s, with strong references to the 1930s, that still reverberates with meaning for the 2010s. Let’s just say that the dramatic themes and human conflicts are timeless. Terry Kinney, a founding member of Steppenwolf Theater, directs a superlative cast consisting of Mark Ruffalo, Tony Shalhoub, Jessica Hecht, and Danny DeVito, who make this revival a treasured experience.

Consider, for a moment, the near-universality of the dramatic situation: A feared and venerated patriarch has died and his two long-estranged sons must divvy up the family assets they intend to sell to a second-hand furniture dealer. The brothers meet in the overstuffed attic of their father’s Manhattan brownstone to determine the value of their material possessions — and the figurative prices they put on the choices they each made during their lives.

Derek McLane’s set design invites a close look. Under its wooden eaves, the attic houses the contents of a 10-room house that once knew better times. There are tables and table lamps and too many straight-backed chairs to count. There are armoires and cabinets and a nice selection of overstuffed armchairs, not to mention the eye-catching harp in the middle of it all. Outside the invisible walls of the set, unseen workmen (audible enough, in the soundscape by Rob Milburn & Michael Bodeen) are tearing down other homes in the neighborhood, clearing the way for higher and haughtier residential buildings to come.

Victor Franz, the younger brother who is first to arrive, is played by Ruffalo wearing his character’s hypersensitive feelings pinned to his skin. A New York police sergeant nearing retirement, Victor is initially drawn to objects that remind him of happy moments — the oar to his scull, his fencing gear, the novelty “laughing record” he plays on the old Victrola.

Victor’s wife, Esther (Hecht, giving another supremely relatable performance), arrives next, ever-so-slightly-drunk from a session with her analyst. She makes no claims on the family furnishings, but she uses their time alone to needle Victor about the importance of driving a hard bargain with Gregory Solomon, the octogenarian furniture dealer — who finally arrives in the extremely welcome person of DeVito.

Miller wrote Solomon as a half-wise, half-comic figure. DeVito, who holds the audience in the palm of his hand, tends to favor the comic side, making an extended meal out of an egg-eating visual gag. But he also draws on down-to-earth Jewish wisdom to keep family hostilities from boiling over and spoiling the financial negotiations. “With used furniture you cannot be emotional,” he wisely advises, although whenever he’s called, it’s always an emotional crisis. “It’s either a divorce or somebody died.”

As Solomon carefully sizes up the furnishings, delivering a running critique of every object, we get a vivid picture of a once-proud, once-comfortable family (they even had a live-in chauffeur) who lost it all in the stock market crash of 1929 and the subsequent Depression. This is a recurring theme with Miller, who uses it to connect one family’s trauma with the collective suffering of a nation that foolishly insists on defining success by money and possessions.

Ruffalo and DeVito clearly get a kick out of the buying and selling rituals of Victor and Solomon. There is warmth in their tones and mutual respect in their exchange of confidences — which lasts right up until the time that Solomon names a money figure and Victor accepts it.

At which moment, older brother Walter arrives in the person of Tony Shalhoub — and the play really begins.

Walter’s stunning camel’s hair coat (costumer Sarah J. Holden found this beauty) says a lot about Walter, a successful doctor who nickel-and-dimed his impoverished father and refused to give Victor a loan so he could finish college. Shalhoub is a wonderfully subtle actor, and the half-smile he wears is both a protection and a threat. Under Kinney’s measured direction, the recriminations really heat up in the galvanic second act, when kind Esther and adorable Solomon fade into the shadows and let the brothers fight their old quarrels until one or both of them falls over.

Like certain politicians who shall remain nameless, Walter divides people into winners and losers, the winners, like himself, being those who ignore their filial duties, follow their dreams, and make a lot of money to buy a lot of things. The losers, like Victor, are those who give up their ambitions and sacrifice themselves for another person — or an individual conviction or even a group ideology. As the brothers fight over their clashing ethical codes, the question of values — of their life choices, of their loyalties, of their stuff — keeps shifting back and forth. Just like those circular debates between those same nameless politicians.

no offence but when i finally get my own apartment i’m gonna fill it with second hand furniture and house plants and i’m gonna constantly blast rap and classical music and it’s gonna be a good time