Laundry challenge

How’s your laundry situation today? Is the floordrobe, bedrobe, or chairdrobe taking over? Is a clean load of laundry languishing in the dryer? Today’s goal is to get as much of your laundry–clean or dirty–dealt with and back where it belongs. Extra bonus points if you have to haul yourself and your clothes to the laundromat! Check in here with your progress or before and after pictures. 

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!


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…”

@bluecrownedbird was asking me about Matt Mello house headcanons 

-  It’s kinda run down, a little tatty, plaster coming off the walls and hideous out of date 80s wallpaper everywhere

-  Mello love rugs and cushions and tries to make it homey, his favourite being the big shag rug they have in the living room and the soft black cushions on the couch 

-  There’s always wires on the kitchen table and coffee mugs anywhere and everywhere (Mello has no idea why Matt needs coffee when he’s taking a shit but alas there’s coffee cups on the bathroom floor for some reason)

-  The bed is two singles pushed together and both the mattresses are so sunken the springs poke through so they have duvets which they put on top to cushion themselves

-  All their furniture is different stains of wood which was either left by the old tenants or picked up from the street/charity stores and to be honest the only decent chair in the place is Matt’s which he uses to type at

-  There’s a walled in fireplace with cracked tiles in their room which they have to step on to get into bed and at this point its just a shoe storage place which Mello ends up tripping over every time he gets out of bed in the morning

-  There’s black mould in the corner of their bathroom and the hot water tap drips no matter how hard they try and turn it off

-  They only have white coffee mugs because Matt drops them on a regular basis and Mello’s fed up of buying expensive ones so he buys the value basic pack that students get

-  Their cooker only cooks at 200 degrees and that’s it and Mello’s fine with that because you can cook anything at 200 for twenty minutes and it’ll be fine. They mostly eat frozen food but Mello claims they’re healthy because the have frozen peas but that bags been there a year already and it hasn’t been opened

-  Their whole apartment constantly hums from Matt’s computers

-  Mello has his toothbrush in a separate holder because he doesn’t want it touching Matt’s toothbrush because of germs and Matt’s like you’ve literally put your tongue in my asshole

-  Matt’s drawers are all neatly folded clothes, socks and underwear all neatly put away. Mello makes a floordrobe

-  They have window boxes full of dead plants which Matt insists will spring up any day now

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.

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.

What’s on your around-the-house project list for this weekend? Yard work? Cleaning out a closet or two? Finally tackling the floordrobe? Just trying to keep up with your dishes? Check in and let us know what you’re working on and how it’s progressing! 


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.

Amore - Part 1

A/N: This was nicely finished in time for my blog’s birthday and recently hitting 3k wow good timing 

Summary: ((based on my own prompt go me)) Dan’s Italian and can’t speak English, and Phil’s English and can’t speak Italian, and they have to figure out a way to communicate. 


“For just a few days? Please?” Phil’s mum stood in the doorway of his room, staring at him from under her spectacles. “I wasn’t to know this business trip was going to crop up so suddenly.”
Phil gave her a reluctant glare from under his fringe, followed by a sigh. “Can’t you take him with you, or something?”
“Hardly!” She scoffed at the idea of a confused Italian teenager wandering around Thomson Airlines HQ, waiting for her to get out of the series of meetings she had to attend to.
“But I’m not a bloody polyglot!” Phil protested. “How am I supposed to speak to him? Through Google Translate?”
Phil’s mum rolled her eyes. “I’m sure he must speak some English.”
“How are you sure?” Phil tested her. “Because if he doesn’t, I’m not looking after him.”
“Oh, Phil, come on…” Phil’s mum frowned. “Don’t be so irrational.”
“I’m not being irrational. I’d just like to have some decent communication. If anything, that’s fair.”
Phil‘s mum paused. “You have that Italian phrasebook, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah, like that’ll solve all the language barrier issues.” Phil scoffed cruelly.

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After a few weeks of bad mental health, and with my grandmother passing away, this room got into an absolutely horrific state - piles of books everywhere, quite the floordrobe, and the bed piled high with junk. It’s taken me about a week of cleaning on and off and rearranging (and adding another bookcase) to get it to this point. I feel so relieved. Its strange how much influence space has on my mental health. 


//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!

anonymous asked:

Things/habits that the swimboys+kisumi's gf do that the boys are annoyed by?

Haruka: Her “floordrobe”.

Makoto: She never makes her bed.

Nagisa: She steals the covers at night.

Rei: She answers rhetorical questions, usually with “I don’t know.”

Rin: None of her DVDs are in their correct cases.

Sousuke: She can never decide where they should get dinner.

Aiichirou: She never replaces the toilet paper roll.

Seijuurou: She claims to be watching a movie and reading a book at the same time.

Momotarou: The insane amount of hair that she sheds.

Kisumi: The random water bottles of varying fullness that she sets down and forgets.