closet rooms

anonymous asked:

How do they procrastinate?

Noctis: A “productive” procrastinator. Instead of doing work he’s supposed to do, he spends hours organizing his closet or cleaning his room. This is the only time he’d actually voluntarily clean his room.

Prompto: The exact opposite of Noctis in that he doesn’t get anything done while procrastinating. He plays video games for a couple hours, then gets on the computer at 10 pm ready to start whatever he was putting off but ends up on the weird side of Youtube watching conspiracy videos.

Gladio: Underestimates how much effort his work will require and puts it off to the last minute because he works well under pressure. Gladio usually can get a lot done with “due the next day” adrenaline but now and then he gets too much on his plate.

Ignis: Doesn’t procrastinate in the usual sense that he puts off what he’s doing, but Ignis gets so caught up in perfecting his work that he never finishes. Just when he moves on to the next step Ignis thinks of a way to improve the previous work and gets caught up in an endless cycle.

we hear sad meowing at midnight
we have 3 cats (poe finn and rey)
poe and rey are accounted for

finn is missing. And the meowing intensifies.

Janie looked everywhere for Finn. We keep hearing meowing. She checked every room, every closet, every possible space and impossible space he could’ve gone.

Then we stand in the room and hear the meowing even closer.

On a whim Janie looks in the kennel where Penny is asleep.

Finn is in there with her, being very sad. 
He somehow snuck in there when we put penny to bed and has been in there with her for like an hour or more.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.