Sunday laundry challenge

How’s your laundry situation right now? Is your clean laundry put away, or is it hanging out in the dryer or a basket? How about that floordrobe (or bedrobe or chairdrobe)? Do you even have clean clothes for the week ahead?

If you’re avoiding dealing with your laundry, set your timer for 20 minutes and put some of it away, or start a load to make a dent in the “dirty” pile. (Don’t forget that laundry has three steps: wash, dry, and put it away, dammit!) If you’ve been putting off that trip to the laundromat, and you’ve got enough time to do it today, get to it!

voslen  asked:

yuri, 1

Versache sheets filled with a half eaten pop-tart, crushed skittles, and toast crumbs. Laden with fucking ants ofc. Empty monster energy cans. Posters of whatever emo band is cool these days. Probably a scarface poster, bc teenage white boys have to have one. Even if they’re not American, I think….If not totally tiger blacklight posters. 

$$500 dry clean only shirts waded up and kept in an intricate “floordrobe” filing system. Onetime the crusty masturbation sock pile got mixed in with the dry clean only shirt pile and Yuri almost cried, but then he just grabbed a shirt and masturbated. 

Probably a Lisa frank diary on his desk with a cheetah on it, and it’s got one of those obnoxious plastic locks, the kind that made Lisa Frank diaries the best diaries. He’s kept it for a long time, and it mostly just goes has pages and pages of “Mr. Yuri Plisetski-Nikiforov, Mr. Yuri Plisetski-Katsuki, Mr. Yuri Plisetsky Leroy, Mr. Yuri Plisetsky Altin,” detailing every crush Yuri’s ever had in painful detail. 


You absolutely can get some relationship headcannons, especially for my favourite junker boy~

D.va/Hana Song

  • There’s lots of lazy mornings with Hana, sunlight creeping through the curtains, her legs gently entangled with your own, soft snores escaping her mouth  as she rolls over to wrap her arms around you long hair sprawling across the pillow as you snuggle into her.
  • Hana likes to play with hair, likes to run her fingers through her partners hair, will idly reach her fingers to where the hair stops at the base of their neck and tickle. 
  • Being in a relationship with Hana is more relaxed than one would think, she’ll take things slow initially, likes to get to know someone before really being with them, likes to be their friend, really be their friend, but once she’s in, she’s all in. 
  • She’s surprisingly doting, fusses over her partner if their sick or haven’t really eaten that day or perhaps are overworking, sure she’ll tease them still because, well, this is Hana we’re talking about, but her expression is soft and her actions are sincere. 

Lùcio/Lùcio Correia dos Santos

  • Lùcio is such a cuddle bug its ridiculous, he’s all about that PDA, not the sloppy “I don’t care if people are watching i’m gonna make out with you anyway” kind of PDA but the “I’m gonna hold your dumb hand and call you cute and there’s nothing you can do about it” kind of PDA.
  • Oh man does Lùcio love good food, an S/O that can cook? Well you’ve just gone and captured his heart. Although if cooking wasn’t his S/O’s jam, just the mere effort and gesture in attempting to make him something or to cook with him would be enough, he’d find it endearing.
  • Dating Lùcio would mean a few late nights, hanging out at club and party venues where he’d be dropping his latest tunes, kicking back with an energy drink or two whilst he does his thing (and boy is it nice to watch, have you seen those arms?) and when he thinks you aren’t watching he likes to look over and he smiles because damn he’s lucky to have someone like you. 
  • Whilst Lùcio is far from a messy person, he is someone who has a constant floordrobe, mostly a lot of gym clothes or trendy singlets and shirts he’d wear to gigs, so as long as you’re fine with a mountain of clothes on the bedroom floor you’re fine.

Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes

  • Chaotic. There’s a lot of chaos that follows Jamison, its in his personality, and its as exciting as it can be dangerous, but its part of what draws you to him in the first place, he keeps you on your toes and its nice. He likes that you can actually keep up with him. 
  • Jamison is surprisingly a hand holder, not often and not very public, but he likes it, finds it comforting in a way, and not that he’d ever admit it, but it’s nice to know that there’s someone there with him.
  • His eating habits are rather interesting to put it lightly, growing up in a wasteland he was used to having to survive, so he’s not picky at all and sometimes his S/O is a little disgusted at his food choices. “You didn’t seriously eat those leftovers? They’ve been in the fridge for over a week!” 
  • It’s not always noise and explosions with Jamison, the look of concentration on his face when he’s concocting some sort of new explosive or trying to work out the best way into a building, the awkward way he sits on the floor or in his chair, mechanical hand often running through his hair. What surprises his S/O most is the gentle kiss he places to their head when his finished and the almost flushed expression on Jamison’s face as he mutters some lame excuse “For the milk tea mate, don’t get smug…”
5 Things...

Only If you want to, have time, and haven’t already done it! 

 5 things you’ll find in my bag 

1. My purse (It’s a purse…not a wallet FFS).

2. Sunglasses (even though I live in England and I see sun…like…2 days out of 365)

3. My pass to get into the office

4. Receipts!! 

5. A book, I never leave the house without one, in case I get delayed at a train station.

 5 things you’ll find in my bedroom 


2. Clothes. I have what’s called a FLOORdrobe.

3. My bed? Duh.

4. My poor excuse for a makeup bag (I don’t carry it with me)

5. A box full of things, that I shoved in there when I moved back home

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life 

1. Travel the world more, I’ve only been to a few places.

2. Earn more money so I can do #1

3.  Actually be in a relationship that lasts more than 3 text messages.

4. Be happy and content with my lot in life

5. Just…live

5 things that make me happy 

 1. My family (too cliche?)

2. Travelling (I want to see as much of the world  as I can!)

3. The sun, god I love the sun so much.

4. My friends :))

5. Malec.

5 things I’m currently in to 

 1. Malec (All of the Malec. So much Malec. Give me Malec).

2. See #1

3. Super excited about my 2 week trip to California (hopefully, Trump will let me in :))

4. Harry Shum Jr and his abs (What…that’s a thing!  Fight me.)

5. Planning more trips if I can.

5 things on my to-do list 

 1. Travel more (the world is huge! I want to see lots of it)

2. Get a better job!!

3. Live a better life…I’ll go to Australia if I have to! 

4. Meet new people, make new memories, live.

5. Finish that fan-fiction I started. I lost the words! 

5 things people may not know about me 

1. I’m fluent in Italian 

2. I’m planning to move to Australia for one year! (scary eeeek)

3. I can’t swim.

4. I love being barefoot…sometimes even in winter.

5. My dream is to live somwhere secluded, with just nature around me or the ocean, and just relax, and live my life in peace. I hate cities!

I tag…anyone who wants to do this, plus @damnyoudaddario (she’s already done it though!) @softmagnuslightwood @warlocks-nephilim @ladymatt @blj2007 @magnusbaneofmylife

anonymous asked:

17 yurio otabek

Dress and rituals surrounding dress: 

Yuri is the type of person to emerge from a shower with a towel draped around his waist and then lay for hours in a wet towel while he messes around on his laptop. Yuri would love to go to every gala in sweats and an oversized shirt. Dressing up is stupid. However, having Otabek tie his tie in a nice Windsor knot, is the exact opposite of stupid. Yuri is the kind of person that keeps his shoes meticulously organized, but keeps a very complex floordrobe system. Can’t iron a shirt to save his life. 

Otabek is the kind of person who lays out several suits and considers different undershirts and pocket squares with each. He owns multiple sets of expensive cuff links, but usually just goes with the simplest ones, or the silver ones that belonged to his father. Can’t iron a shirt to save his life, but will fake it and meticulously iron elegant creases into shit with a clenched jaw and furrowed brow to impress Yuri/ keep Yuri from looking like a disaster. Has the nicest collection of two toned leather oxfords you will ever see. Conversely, will wear the same pair of sweats until they become a weird pseudo second skin. 

anonymous asked:

all the symbols with mello?

here you go!

☾ - sleep headcanon

Mello doesn’t get much sleep and is prone to nightmares.

★ - sad headcanon

Although he hates it, Mello can’t stop himself from crying when it happens.

☆ - happy headcanon

Mello gets a bit cocky when he’s happy. 

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

Mello isn’t scared to throw punches, raise his voice, etc. when he’s mad.

✿ - Sex headcanon

He always wants to be dominant, but is surprisingly gentle.

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Has a bit of a floordrobe, but is quite neat other than that.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Gets super flustered when trying to be romantic, but can do it nonetheless.

♥ - family headcanon

Mello tends to glare and scoff at families he sees, because he’s really just jealous of them. 

☮ - friendship headcanon

Mello is a really tiring friend. He’ll be the one to call you at 4:27 AM asking for a favor. But, he always makes up for it.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

He really, really enjoys designing clothes.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Hates tenny shoes with such a burning passion.

▼ - childhood headcanon

99% percent of the time, Mello was just covered in band aids, scratches, etc. He really did like sports and playing outside.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

This dweeb buys all those anti-aging creams.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Can’t cook for his life, but is actually very good at baking.

☼ - appearance headcanon

Mello cares a lot about his appearance, but only for himself. He doesn’t give two shits what others think about how he looks, but wants to feel good about himself for him.

ൠ - random headcanon

He’ll eat like 17 fun-sized chocolates at a time.


* what is with the weird horse tamagotchi thing and how do you get it to stop dying 

* tumblr why would you put out an in browser game with no instructions

* this is just one more thing I feel like I can’t take care of 

* you’re not helping goddamnit

* Carnitas are in the oven! I seasoned them, squeezed in two onion quarters and a bunch of chopped garlic and lime juice, covered them with veggie oil (so basically it’s a confit) and they’re about halfway through their cooking process. They smell AMAZING. D&D group isn’t going to know what hit them tonight. 

* Gotta write for Camp NaNo and I’m retooling That One Novel for what seems like the fourteenth time. Gotta start on that today. 

* Also gotta clean up my clothes in the bedroom and figure out how best to store them all in a way that doesn’t result in a vomiting chest of drawers and a floordrobe roughly two days later. Need Rubbermaid containers, badly. 

* Mental health stuff has been super glitchy lately. Started having disassociative episodes in the past month and they are super. fucking. weird. I’m pretty sure it’s related to me working through my c-PTSD stuff but holy shit. ADD symptoms have also been worse in general - not sure if it’s time for me to re-evaluate the medication I’m on, but it might be, and I need a new psychiatrist anyway what with the new therapist and new insurance (oh yeah I finally got on Medicaid and it’s great except for when it’s not). Gonna make a call to a prospective one on Monday. Fingers crossed she’s good. 

* IDK things feel really up in the air right now while daily life continues on as normal, and I’m trying to be as grounded as I can, but it’s hard, you know? Good vibes and positive energy my way would be deeply appreciated. 

Bad Boy BTS- Shades of Grey- Hoseok (Part 16)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14,Part 15

Soon enough, things were back to normal again. Things were exactly how they were before you had decided to go out clubbing that night, except, they were nothing like it at all.

People stayed the same, going to school every day was the same, eventually, your parents came back from wherever they were, and became yet again a constant in your life, the stupid people in school were the same… But your life had been turned upside down, by just one person. Hoseok.

He picked you up at your door every single day, to walk you to school. Well, to walk you to Namjoon’s car every day, and then take you to school. He sat with you and talked to you during your lunch break, and sat with you in class, keeping you entertained during the boring lessons that never quite managed to capture your attention.

Yeah, things around you stayed the same, but your life had been changed completely by Hoseok.

His behavior had improved since you two started dating, he wouldn’t get into trouble as much, and he was hardly ever in detention! His grades improved a pronounced amount, something the teachers were very impressed by, and you were proud of.

Soon, Taehyung was completely recovered, and was back to causing mischief in the school. But it honestly was almost a relief for everyone, teachers included, because he was okay, he was healthy, and everyone loved the entertainment he brought to your lives every day with some new plan or idea he brought.

Life had changed for the better, and you couldn’t be any happier. You felt fulfilled. You had found someone who say you for who you were, who loved you for who you were, and would be capable of bringing down the moon and the stars for you, just to make you happy.

At first, you were too afraid to ask him to meet your parents officially, because you knew he wasn’t exactly the average parent’s dream boyfriend, and that there was a chance that they wouldn’t approve, and could possibly ask you to stop seeing him.

But he kept insisting that he wanted to do things right, that he wanted to take this relationship seriously, and have your parents understand his feelings and approve of them. In an odd sense, he wanted their blessing, and he wanted them to understand how much you meant to him, and everything you would do for him.

So you agreed, and soon enough, you had arranged for him to have dinner at your place with your parents. You had to admit, at first you were shocked to see Hoseok strut into your house, wearing black skinny jeans, and a tidy white shirt, with a thin tie, and his usually rebellious jet black hair, neatly styled with his fringe up, as he displayed a charming smile to your parents.

Your parents were intrigued by him, and you could tell they didn’t quite know what to make of him yet.

But before you could know it, Hoseok was charming your parents with his beautiful personality, the one that he had underneath that whole bad boy bravado, the one you had fallen in love with, and soon enough, your parents were as in love with him as you were. He had them wrapped around his fingers, and they knew, just by looking at the way he looked at you, and the way his hand gripped yours tightly, reassuringly, that he would be a trustworthy person.

And he was, you had lost count of the number of times he had proved to you that he was more worthy of trust, despite his appearance, and despite his reputation, than most of the nice men you had met in your life before, he was a bad boy, you were a good girl, but those things didn’t matter, because at the end of the day, he was just Hoseok, and you were just Y/N, and you loved each other, and that’s all there was to it.

“You did really well Hobi!” you praised him, as you walked into his apartment, after you’d had lunch with your parents and Hoseok. They had even let him take you out for the day, they had grown to like him so much.

Hoseok smiled at you, as he took off his coat, and hung it on the hanger. He looked around the flat, and tried to suppress the wide grin that threatened to form on his face. An almost eerie silence filled the flat, for all the guys had gone out for the night. He knew they had done it on purpose, wanting to leave the couple alone so they could have some intimacy, which he found incredibly kind, even if he had been teased for an hour previous to his departure towards your house, about the whole family dinner, and the spending the night together ordeal.

“Are we alone tonight?” You asked him, as he opened the door to his room for you. You walked in, and looked around his room. No one would have been able to tell what he did after school with his friends, just by looking at the contents of his room. It was any normal boy’s room, with a couple posters on the walls, a desk, an unmade bed, and what seemed to be a floordrobe in a corner of his room.

“Yeah… Seems so..” Hoseok replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his arm, as he tried not to smile at you too obviously. But you knew it, you knew him.

“Oh? And what do we owe the occasion to?” you asked slyly, as you slid onto the bed, and smirked at him, with one eyebrow raised.

Hoseok blushed, and stuttered, before swallowing loudly.

“Well, it’s been over one month already, and I kept my promise. I met your parents, they even like me! And we have been through a lot…. So I was wondering if you’d consider…” He choked on air, struggling to say the words.

“Having sex?” You asked him with a small laugh. Hoseok blushed. It was a gift of the heavens to see someone with his tough reputation, blushing, and coming undone in your hands like this.

“No! I mean, yes, that would be nice. But I was wondering if you’d consider having a real relationship with me…” He finished, looking up at you, with a shy smile on his face.

You stretched your arms out, and pulled him in for a tight hug, which resulted in both of you losing your balance, and landing on his bed, one on top of each other.

You looked up at him, and smiled.

“Silly Hoseok, I have always thought of this as a serious relationship… Even if I didn’t want to admit it. And even more so after everything we have been through.” You said, before capturing his lips with your soft plump ones.

Hoseok melted into the kiss, his large hand cupping your face, as his body hovered over you. You could feel him grind against you softly, as the kiss deepened, and became more heated. Your hands travelled to his back, as you pulled him closer towards you.

He pulled away, gasping for air, and stared into your eyes, trying to find any hint of doubt or hesitation in them, but your encouraging smile egged him on. His hands swiftly removed your clothing first, and then he moved onto his.

His hands found all of your soft spots, caressing and teasingly, trying to build up the expectation, until you became a moaning mess underneath him. He was gentle, but thorough. His lips attacked your neck, leaving soft marks for you to find tomorrow morning as you looked in the mirror.

He rolled off you, and looked into one of his drawers. He pulled out the metallic coloured wrapper, and opened it with his teeth, before grabbing the rubbery material, and placing it over his member.

He turned back to you, and placed himself between your legs, parting them with his own knees. You nodded at him, expectantly, to let him know he could continue, but he hesitated. You looked so pure, so frail, so beautiful, he didn’t want to rush things. He wanted to take in every millimeter of your body.

He kissed down your jawline, and onto your neck, as he slowly slid inside of you. Both of his hands immediately found yours, and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You cringed at the pain, your whole body tensing up, as you took in a deep breath. You felt tears building up in your eyes, but you clenched your jaw, and tried to deal with it. Hoseok’s heart broke.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked softly, in your ear. You shook your head vigorously.

After he had slid into you completely, he stood perfectly still, trying to get you to get used to his size. Your nails dug onto his back, as you tried to pull through. And then, it stopped hurting. He felt your whole body relax underneath him, your muscles slowly softening up again.

“Move.” You told him, as you closed your eyes. He hesitated at first, but you squeezed his back with your hands, and he happily obliged. He began thrusting into you slowly, gently at first, but the moment he heard you moan and whimper under him, his hips began snapping faster.

The sight of his muscles, perfectly tensed, and the glistening beads of sweat that rolled down his toned chest, had you moaning loudly, as you nails scratched his back ruthlessly. You could feel a ball of pleasure build up in your lower stomach, something you had never felt before, something so good it was almost unbearable.

Hoseok felt your thighs tighten their hold on his waist, and he knew you were close. He smiled to himself, slightly proud of the results, before he too got close to his own climax. His thrusts became sloppy, and messy, and before you knew it, you were both a mess of limbs, panting and calling each other’s names.

He rolled off you, and threw the condom away, before coming back into bed with you, covering you both with the sheets. He wrapped his arms around your small frame, bringing your head over to his chest, so you could rest it on him. You heard his erratic heartbeat trying to calm down in his chest, and smiled. You owned that heart now. You owned Bad boy Hoseok’s heart.

“I really do love you Y/N. I really fucking do. I thought I had lost you that night… I went completely insane. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. You are my world.” He told you, looking straight ahead, as his fingers played with the loose strands of your hair.

“I love you too Hoseok… You’re the entire universe to me. Thank you for making my life so much better.” You told him, as you nuzzled your face into his chest.

Hoseok smiled, as his grip around you tightened. He had always known you were different, but he had never imagined he would fall this hard for you, for someone who had rejected him so many times he had already lost count, and now that he finally had you in his arms, he couldn’t help but believe this was all a dream.

But you were there, you were real, you were in his arms, he could feel your warmth, he could feel your heartbeat, and your soft breaths tickling his skin. His reality had become a dream. You were his dream, and you were his, and he couldn’t be any happier.


I have not tackled that floordrobe/closet. It is there. It mocks me. I don’t have it in me. Maybe it is because every single other unfucking effort from the last week has fallen apart and become refucked. Totally refucked. What’s the point if that’s what will happen? Yet…. I need clean clothes. Hmm. It is a dilemma.


//30.07.16 - 4:17pm// 2/100
I completely cleaned my room and freshened it up today🛏 no more fangirl poster wall, no more random stickers on the wall, no more floordrobe and now a nice clean study space which I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY with! My desk feels so much nicer and comfy to work on now. You can also see my lil French verbs in the corner😂🇫🇷
So far today I finished Animal Farm by George Orwell and it was really good! An enjoyable read, but now I’m going to go back through and find techniques for Extension English☺️ also got some Maths and English work so LETS GET CRACKALACKIN!


Unfucked my habitat today. I’ve been needing to do this for…oh god, honestly like two or three years. There’s been smaller cleanings of parts of the room but not a full proper cleaning. The impetus today was that the landlord’s sending someone to the house tomorrow and I did not want strangers walking into that.

The top two photos (the daylit ones) are basically a Before, after an hourish of cleaning (which involved turning my floordrobe into a full closet and sweater bin). The rest of the photos are after a 45/15 and five 20/10s, which was the real work. 3 hours, 25 minutes in all, not including breaks.

The pile of bags behind the door are clothes for Goodwill. There are also two full laundry hampers by the bed. There’s also other stuff to deal with later (the books stacked in front of the bookshelf and in front of the closet, the Box Wilderness, perhaps) but for now? I’m happy.