Movie and TV Characters' Bedrooms You Wished Were Yours

Stairs! Sweet sports gear! A computer! Brad and Randy had an obstacle course of a room you wouldn't mind being grounded in.

Dawson had the room every young film nerd wished to recreate: one with complete with decorative reels, director's chairs, stacks of VHS tapes, and a window easily accessible for a cute girl to periodically climb a ladder into (to watch those movies with).

Why does Jasmine look depressed as hell in her room? She's got so much space.

Santa Claus had a sleigh bed, talking puppets for live entertainment, and a view of flying polar bears from his balcony. Meanwhile, you had a mattress, arm-less G.I. Joes, and a view of your old neighbor mowing the lawn in his underwear.

Not only did Jamie have all the superhero action figures he could want—and, you known, his dad was Turbo Man!—he had a ginormous Captain America painted against his bedroom wall.

Imagine a room airlifted from Pottery Barn and dropped next to an infinity pool alongside a cliff with a view of the Pacific Ocean.

All you need to know is that she has a revolving digitized closet that assembles the outfits she chooses on her computer. This is the future we were promised.

Behold, the inspiration for every emo kid who plastered their feels on the walls. Fuck conformity! Fuck off mom and dad! Clutter is art!

You only wanted this room so you could tell your friends, "I've got a naked girl in my bed every night," and technically not be lying about it.

Double or nothing says this movie made you paint clouds on your walls and/or try to sneak up on your toys to catch them in the act. It also made you question your sanity.

Fuck just one bedroom, Preston Waters had an entire mansion made of a kid's wet dream.

Richie Rich had a McDonald's in his house. You had an Easy Bake oven.

You wouldn't be the cool older brother without a stacked off-limits room your siblings dream of sneaking into.

What's cooler than having your room be an attic in a converted fire house? Having your own tower over said attic and a fire pole to slide down on.

Thanks to Rocky and Emily, who didn't fantasize about a cute girl next door to connect a tin can telephone to?

@ItsLavishBitch cries real tears over the opulence of Muffy's palatial bedroom. How many racks for that bedframe, Muffy? She just laughs.

Even if you were Margot's adopted brother, you'd creep into her bedroom for literature and snuggling.

You could've cultivated so much angst here. Such beautiful, pure angst.

You didn't envy Eddy's room for its things (though the lava lamp is dope), so much as you wanted it because it'd make your life like an acid trip. They've also got Pin-Ups magazine, the hottest girlie mag in Cartoon Network history.

Where'd they get that bed? Out of the Wiccan equivalent of SkyMall? Must be, because there's a book of spells sitting next to it. We're not saying you'd automatically become magical if you spent the night here, but it would be your best shot.

If the particulars of this room—the Sideshow Bob poster, the Itchy and Scratchy toys—had the chance to rub of on you, you'd give just as many fucks as Bart Simpson. Which is to say, zero fucks.

You can't tell in this shot, but Clarissa kept posters of Keith Haring artwork in her bedroom, which is badass. Her bedroom also offered easy friend-with-ladder access, perfect for snooping around without the parents knowing. Basically, this is the early 1990s compressed into a carpted rectangle of space, and you'd disappear in it if you could.

This is the room by which all other kids TV bedrooms were measured. The roof? Nothing but skylights. Where's the couch? Oh, it folds out of the wall like a hidden government experiment. And the best part? The room plays all the smooth jazz you could ever want.

If you had this room, then you were a member of Gryffindor and you lived at Hogwarts. What else do you need to convince you?

Wallace is a corny guy, but the way his bedroom was automated so that his breakfast would be sent to him, and then he'd be dressed by machines—that's laziness we can understand.