cleaning-spree

Laundry

* Alexander Hamilton x Reader
* Modern College AU
* 204: Is there a special reason as you why you’re wearing my shirt?

A/N: So here’s a random idea I had when someone decided to mess with my laundry while I was off in classes. As for two stories in one day, yay! I had very little homework but this weekend I’m going on a cleaning spree. Plus I haven’t looked at my request recently so I don’t have any real pressing or even good ideas right now. But I digress. I hope y’all enjoy this silly little, fluffy story.

Word Count: 2,134

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Co-ed dorms weren’t the best. True, it was more calm than the freshman dorm, but now you had you had to deal with guys all the time. The worst was the laundry room. Guys clothes were everywhere. They spread out as if it was their laundry room at home and they didn’t have to share it with a building of other people.

You walked into the room, your basket balanced on your hip. You winced at all the clothes on the floor that must have missed when getting tossed into the machine. You hoisted your basket up onto a machine and started sorting and loading your clothes. You started the machine and and headed back to your room and hoping your laundry wouldn’t be messed with.

You delved into some homework.You wrote a couple of papers, pausing only to switch your clothes over to the dryer. You finally went to go retrieve you now dry clothes. You grabbed the basket without a second thought and carried it back to your room. You started folding your clothes and putting them away. You furrowed your brow when you found a pair of jeans that were clearly not yours. They looked like they’d be a bit baggy on you but not too long. They were mens pants, judging by the appearance and deep pockets.

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Whizzer Headcanons Pt.2

-Whizzer goes through the 80’s trends of neon. Marvin despises it.
-Whizzer loves glitter pens
- Whizzer loves flower crowns and oversized cardigans
- Whizzer has shamelessly dressed in drag for more than one Halloween and Jason (very honest Jason) tells him he looks very pretty
-Marvin isn’t concerned but, endeared by Jason’s love and acceptance of his boyfriend
- Marvin and Whizzer fight in public
- Regardless of how angry they are, hand holding is a constant
- Trina and Whizzer have tea times and talk about their giant family
- Everyone freaks out when Whizzer gets sick because he has a bad immune system
- Charlotte and Cordelia come over for checkups and soup
- Trina and Mendel come for a nice cleaning spree and five hour chess games because both of them suck terribly at it
- Jason is usually the first there and sits next to him on the bed with his homework so Whizzer can get his mind off of being sick
- Regardless of who is in the room, Marvin is laying against Whizzer’s chest, keeping tabs on his heartbeat

anonymous asked:

How would the Nordics react if they, during a massive spring cleaning spree, accidentally stumbled upon a big wooden box in Iceland's closet with a big heart drawn on it, and inside the box are all his childhood toys and gifts they made him (such as his first stuffed puffin, wooden toys Sve made him, cute outfits and sweaters Norway knit for him, etc.), as well as cards from every birthday and holiday up until that point, as well as sentimental sappy family photos?

Denmark would be completely distracted. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but dig through it- looking at everything in the box. He remembers everything there and has a sentimental time looking through them. He can’t believe Iceland kept it all… It’s quite emotional, actually.

Norway would be intrigued. He’d look through it, the softest of smiles on his face. His little brother is far too cute and sweet for this world… He’d replace it though and not speak a word of it. Iceland wouldn’t have hidden it if he wanted it to be found.

Finland would look through it and would probably have teary eyes by the end. It brings back so many memories, all these things… he just can’t believe that Iceland actually kept this stuff…

Sweden would have a huge internal conflict about whether to look through it or not. In the end, curiosity would get the better of him and he’d take a look. He’d get quite sentimental too, looking at his old carvings that are scratched and stained with time, but still there…

Hey! I need new blogs to follow!

So I just went on a GIANT blog cleaning and I need more people to fill my dash! Please reblog if you post the following and ill check out and might follow your blog:

  • the dangan ronpa series
  • bungou stray dogs
  • magi (both series)
  • sinbad no bouken
  • boku no hero academia
  • pretty art/photography
  • punk aesthetic
  • just pretty or cute things in general really
types of mixed episodes/Those Mixed Episode Feels
  • being just manic enough that your head’s buzzing but being depressed enough that your body feels heavy so you just sit there and feel Bad
  • going on shopping sprees/panic-cleaning your house/doing other Manic Impulsive Activities and then immediately having 0 energy afterwards and hating yourself 
  • not having enough brain energy to think through what you’re doing so you go through your episode and wake up like three days later to see the destruction you’ve done and you can’t remember any of it
  • aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
  • eating your entire kitchen and then lying on the kitchen floor feeling miserable

The time has come - again - for a new following spree. Spring cleaning left a lot of room for fresh blogs!

if you post anything related to:

- paganism

- slavic culture and beliefs (rodnovery)

- nordic and celtic as well

- witchcraft

- nature, elements, wildlife

simply like (or reblog! the more blogs the better) this post and I’ll follow you


slava, 

Żmija

The Signs Pregnant By Each Other

(Half the signs are pregnant by the other half of the signs)
Aries: Cancer’s baby-daddy; is not ready to be a father and is sick of Cancer’s hormonal rages
Taurus: Virgo’s baby daddy; really nervous on the inside, really chill on the outside; trying to control Virgo’s extreme cleaning during the nesting phase
Gemini: Libra’s baby daddy; half committed, half still sleeping with other girls
Cancer: Pregnant with Aries’s child; super excited for motherhood; tends to have really bad mood swings and hits Aries for no reason
Leo: Pregnant with Pisces’s child; really drained; half excited half get the hell out of me
Virgo: Pregnant with Taurus’s child; her hormones make her go on constant cleaning sprees that kinda annoy him; he doesn’t like to wake up to her vacuuming at 6 am
Libra: Pregnant with Gemini’s child; trying to reason with the baby to stop kicking so much cuz it’s annoying
Scorpio: Aquarius’s baby daddy; excited for a baby Scorpio; ready to teach his son everything he knows or treat his daughter like a princess
Sagittarius: Capricorn’s baby daddy; is actually, surprisingly excited and ready to be a good father
Capricorn: Pregnant with Sagittarius’s child; keeps blowing up at him for not bringing her enough ice cream
Aquarius: Pregnant with Scorpio’s child; daydreaming even more than usual; has really high hopes for her baby
Pisces: Leo’s baby daddy; really nervous that he’s not gonna be a good father, but a little excited; keeps putting his arms around the baby bump
*thanks to the anon who suggested this cool idea :) send suggestions to cancercornastrology or princessday-day if our ask box is full*

looking for new blogs!

so i just finished a massive unfollow spree to clean up my dash but now it’s like dead, so i’m looking for new people to follow. like/reblog this if you post:

  • marvel
  • more specifically captain america
  • stevebucky
  • sebastian stan
  • chris evans
  • all time low

and i’ll check out your blog!

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You returned from your morning training to find an envelope on your bed side table, you looked at it questionly but decided to open it. The letter read ‘Your legs must be tired because you’ve beening running through my mind all night’ you smiled and chuckled. Tony must have been telling Steve cheesy pick up lines.

The tower was now finally clean 'A nap wouldn’t hurt’ you thought so you collapsed on the counch and turned to face the room and slowly you closed your eyes as you were finally able to relax- wait. Your eyes snapped open and looked towards the pile of magazines and noticed there was a corner of something sticking out of the pile that shouldn’t be there, you stuck your hand out to grab it and took it out of the pile. It was another envelope exactly like the other ones you found through your cleaning spree, a smirk appeared on your lips as you thought of what kind of cheesy pick up line there was.

'There are people who say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Apparently, none of them have ever been in your arms.’

A giggle escaped your lips as you read the note,
“Okay, what’s with the giggling?” Tony asked as he walked out of the elevator.
“Oh nothing” You waved as you tried to take your nap. The sound of shuffling feet made its way towards you then the sound of paper sliding against another piece.
“Not bad spangles not bad” Tony said proudly as if a father being proud of his son.
“Hmmm? Didn’t you help the dorito?” You questioned, Tony looked down at you with a playful smirk and winked,
“Maybe, maybe not.” A very visable blush appeared on your face as you remembered certain notes.

“../n)…(y/n)..(y/n)” You slowly woke up to someone shaking you.
“Mmmm..” You sleeply responded and you rubbed your eyes as they slowly opened. You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the light and noticed Steve was standing above you.
“Oh hey there casanova” You smiled,
“You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line”

from the prompt that character A and character B meet for the first time in a jail cell. This is so cheesy. Soma drabble.

“Fine. One song.” He says it because it does not seem real. He says it because he swears someone like this must only exist in his imagination.

The holding cell is cold. Two beds on chains with white linen sheets that look about as thick as the handkerchief in his pocket, and a toilet in the corner that looks like it might’ve been used by the entire town at one point or another. Gray brick, some cracks of it filled with an oddly-colored moss. He slouches. The place still might be more organized than his room, and the thought makes his stomach churn. He might be inspired to go on a cleaning spree if he ever breaks out.

He flips his wrist, then remembers his watch was stripped from him over two hours ago. He guesses it is around 2 or 3 AM. There are no clocks in the cell or on any walls within the reach of his gaze and he wonders if the cops somehow have the power to freeze time in here. He closes his dry, sore eyes and tries to sleep some of the time away.

He wakes minutes later to the sounds of some sort of high-pitched screaming, mixed in with a cacophony of cops shouting and walls being kicked. He folds up into a tighter ball on the stone-like mattress and blocks his ears.

The door slides open with an eerie rattle and closes with a loud shatter. A tiny, frenzying body has been thrown into the room, all frizzy blonde hair, long legs, and emerald eyes that glitter in the stripes of luminescence that fall through the cell’s barred window. He remains folded and doesn’t say a word as she turns back to the departing cops and screams all sorts of expletives and fire-powered curses.

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Reblog this and I’ll check out your blog!

Hey guys! So I just went on a unfollow spree to clean my dash from people who changed fandoms or are inactive for a long time; now i need new blogs to follow, so if you post one of the following fandoms please reblog this and I’ll check out your blog!

  • Marvel 
  • DC
  • Game of Thrones
  • The 100
  • Star Wars
  • Harry Potter
  • Them: So what kind of music do you like?
  • Me: -sweats profusely-
  • Me: -gets war flashbacks of cleaning sprees blasting nsync and backstreet boys playlists-
  • Me: -gets war flashbacks from being emo, and then later scene, as a teenager-
  • Me: -realizes I just sang the whole frozen soundtrack on my drive to work this morning-
  • Me: Iiiii likeee everything???????>,./?
The Painting

“Ugh, I honestly don’t know how anyone can live like this!” Pearl groaned under her breath, grimacing as she rummaged through a pile of garbage that lie on the floor of Amethyst’s room.

               For years now, the sloppiness of her teammate had constantly and silently picked at the back of Pearl’s mind, slowly increasing her need to succumb to an all-out cleaning spree. Today was the perfect opportunity; Garnet was out on some mission in which she found it too dangerous for the others to accompany her, and Amethyst had taken Steven out to get those greasy bits of fries that they somehow found so delicious. Although, Pearl never could completely grasp the concept of eating. Why would anyone wish to put disgusting mush through their body only to excrete it shortly after?

               As she continued to separate the various items that had accumulated in Amethyst’s room into piles she labeled “Obvious Garbage”, “Actual Items”, and “Questionable”, Pearl felt her hand brush over an unwrinkled, pulpy piece of what felt like parchment. With her curiosity peaked, she gently dug through the surface layer of assortments until she reached what her hand had discovered. Pearl took the canvas with both hands, gripping it tenderly at the corners, as a nostalgic smile crept over her face. Before her lay an almost ancient piece of art that had been painted for Pearl many years ago by a human that the gems had met in the late 1400’s. What was his name…? Ah, yes! It was that cordial fellow, Leonardo da Vinci!

               The painting simply depicted both Amethyst and Pearl. The two of them had been much closer in that era, back when things were…easier. Pearl carefully laid her hand over the two of them in loving memory, sighing as she remembered when Amethyst held her as she did in that painting. Her strong arms looped through Pearl’s as she stood from behind, crossing over each other to wrap Pearl in a snug embrace that expressed their unyielding fondness of one another.

“What’re you doing?!” She heard a frantic cry from behind, distinctly of Amethyst’s voice.

               Pearl took in a sharp breath of air, whipping around to face the purple-skinned gem. “I-I, uh, I was simply organizing your things!” Her voice faltered, shaking with surprise.

               Amethyst stomped in Pearl’s direction, her face turning a light hue of red in what Pearl couldn’t decide was either anger or embarrassment. “I’m pretty sure I made it clear the last time I found you in my room that I don’t want you in here anymore!” She shouted.

               Pearl gaped, trying to form a sentence to answer Amethyst in her head, but utterly failing. Amethyst was about to continue her scolding, when she glanced down to find what Pearl had clasped to her chest. Immediately, Amethyst closed her mouth, calmed herself, and silently climbed atop one of her mounds. As she reached the top, she sat down and folded her legs over each other, leaning forward enough that her face lay pressed against a single leg. “A-Amethyst?” Pearl called out, “Amethyst are you alright?”

“No.” The simple, blunt reply hit her.

               Pearl gently placed her feet into a cranny that was surprisingly sturdy for being just a pile of things. With a slight cringe on her face, she began to climb the mass that she could only imagine how many germs must be infesting. When she reached the top, Amethyst sniffled and turned herself enough to face the exact opposite of Pearl’s location. “Amethyst, what’s wrong?” She quietly asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

               Pearl expected her companion to pull away and make some harsh comment to hide the fact that every once and a while, Amethyst was capable of expressing her emotions through some method other than sarcasm and crude actions, but she did the exact opposite. Amethyst firmly grabbed Pearl’s hand, pulling her forward and as she was halfway over Amethyst’s shoulder, Amethyst wrapped her arms around Pearl’s small waist in an upside down, awkward hug. “Amethyst!” She called out in a gasp of bewilderment.

“Just shut up and hug me.” Amethyst grumbled as she pulled her forward just enough to right Pearl’s body into a more traditional embrace.

               Pearl was confused as to what brought on this sudden expression of affection, but at this point, she wasn’t going to refuse it. At first, with hesitant movement, Pearl wrapped her arms around her shorter companion, but within seconds, it all felt so familiar and their bodies fit together so perfectly, as if they were two puzzle pieces. “I missed you.” She heard Amethyst whisper into her ear.

“I know.” She breathed, running her fingers through that exquisite, flawless purple hair of hers.

“Pearl…I love you. I always have.” Amethyst pulled her head away just enough to look into Pearl’s big, blue eyes.

               Pearl only replied with a small chuckle and a pining smile. “All of these years, and you finally decide to tell me now?” She ran her thumb across Amethyst’s cheek, brushing away a single tear.

               Amethyst returned the smile, grateful for this moment. The years had been long and difficult; trying to hide her feelings. At one point in time, they had become very close (the time period in which they had the canvas painted for them) but Amethyst had quickly distanced herself when she found that she had started feeling something for Pearl that was more than just friendship. She didn’t want to love anyone. She couldn’t love anyone. It was forbidden back where the gems had originated. Now, they were free from their control, they couldn’t be reprimanded for being more than pawns in an army, they were free to do whatever they pleased.

“Just kiss me already.” The usually precautionary and sensible gem demanded.

Amethyst was taken by surprise at Pearl’s sudden dominance. It was a new factor, but one that was surprisingly pleasant. With no sign of hesitation, she leaned in close. In that one moment, their lips crashed together, they laughed, and they loved.