here's a 40-page annotated essay on everything i hate about it. every misstep i believe the creators have ever made, complete with citations and a signed drawing of me punching the installment i hate the most in the face
So I have a hoarders nest of a room, is it better to clean the surfaces first or the floor? Because I really need some direction.
Work by category instead of location when you’re dealing with a big mess like this. Start with the stuff that has the potential to smell bad or attract critters. So, food/dishes, trash, dirty laundry, etc. You’ll likely find that stuff both on the floor and on your flat surfaces. From there, work by category, starting with the biggest: for example, deal with all of your clothes, if that’s what’s taking up the most space. Then move on to books or papers or hobby stuff, whatever is the next-biggest bulk. This will allow you to decrease the overall level of messiness and make the largest impact on the mess.
If you focus on one area or surface at a time, I guarantee you will end up with one really clean dresser-top oasis in an otherwise chaotic room, and you will be frustrated and tired after one or two areas not making things feel overall any better, and you’re likely to give up.
I dunno if there is one so I will make one for you!
As we know, young Harry was very much looking forward to having someone to fuss over! And he got what he wanted!
HE WOULD NOT LIVE WITH ANYONE ELSE!!!
LOUIS NEVER DOES HIS OWN LAUNDRY
At least he is upfront about it!
DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE COOKING!
CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW MUCH HARRY SPOILS HIM?!?!?!
HOW HARD IS IT TO WHISK?!? I MEAN… hE JUST WANTED HARRY’S ATTENTION AND BOY WAS IT READILY GIVEN!
Feeding his tiny boyfriend
Buying mint chocolate chip ice cream for his husband (Look at Harry’s hands though)
Carrying Louis’s jacket in case he gets cold.
But even if he forgets, it’s okay, because Harry is ready to give his coat to Louis!!
His FACE is like ‘I HAVE ONE, LOU! LET ME GET IT TO YOU’
LOUIS HAD A COLD AND HARRY PROMPTLY GOT HIM THROAT LOZENGES TO SOOTHE HIS SORE THROAT!
Fetching Louis his glasses
WHAT EVEN WAS THIS? HARRY WAS TRYING TO HELP LOUIS AND SO HE GRABBED THE PHONE CHARGER (CASE?) FROM INBETWEEN LOUIS’S LEGS?!?!?! AND LOUIS? DID NOT? FLINCH? wHAt
HARRY KNOWS. AND HE HAPPILY PROVIDES SAID ATTENTION.
*HUSBAND FACE ACTIVATED*
OF COURSE NIALL WOULD ASK HARRY IF LOUIS’S FEET WERE STILL SMELLY
Don’t even get me started on this! Harry held a party for Louis’s 21st bday and it was GRAND! All of Louis’s friends and family were there (so were harry’s) and THEY WORE MATCHING SHIRTS!! (fyi The shirt that Harry wore was worn by Louis during his mum’s wedding)
Louis’s very own curly cheerleader!!
Harry wore Jay’s wedding bracelet for weeks after the wedding. And when it was frayed, he tied it to his bag. Talk about being supportive!
In conclusion, Harry loves, supports and cherishes Louis!
Summary: She and Tom don’t exactly get along, but really, everyone knows they just need to bang.
Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: Some swearing and some smut
A/n: I’m sorry this is so shitty :/ but let me know what ya think anyways :)))
“And this is as close as you’ll get to it.”
“Wouldn’t want it anyway.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
It was a good feeling when she got the last word in. It
meant she won that round, and boy, there were many rounds of snarky banter.
Neither she nor Tom were overly fond of each other and did what they could to
avoid any situation involving the other. However, when your best friends are
dating, it’s inevitable. Kat and Haz, what a cute couple. She and Tom, no way
in hell. Or at least, that’s what they said every time somebody suggested they
‘just make out already’. See, the thing with those two is that they had
undeniable chemistry; the room was thick with sexual tension whenever they were
together. It was apparent to everyone but them.
They were currently at the boys’ shared apartment. When Haz
had asked the both of them to help him prepare for tonight, they had
begrudgingly agreed. It was Kat’s birthday, and being a good boyfriend, he was
throwing her a surprise party. As much as they disliked each other, she and Tom
loved their friends.
Haz had put them in charge of decorations, so here she was, standing
on a wooden stool in the living room, Tom on the ground behind her. She was on
her toes, trying to tape streamers to the ceiling. Due to the height difference,
he had a perfect view of her ass. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she
wasn’t hot – not that he’d ever admit that
Suddenly she wobbled a little, and as if on instinct, he
immediately reached out. He grabbed her waist, steadying her.
“Hands off, Holland,” she said sternly, not even looking at
“Geez, I was just trying to help,” he removed his hands, holding
them up defensively.
“My knight in shining armour,” her words dripped with
He rolled his eyes at her.
Having finally taped that section, she asked Tom for another
piece. The small seat she was standing on didn’t allow room for much movement.
As she turned to take it from him, she lost her balance. With a yelp, she fell
forward – right on top of Tom. They crashed to the floor in a loud heap.
They both groaned; him underneath her, she with her face
pressed against his throat. She lifted her head and winced. Haz came running
“What is going on in h–,” he stopped midsentence when he saw
them on the floor, in quite the compromising position.
“It’s not what you think.”
“I’m sure,” he said amused, his grin getting wider. He
contemplated taking pictures but thought better of it. They’d kill him.
“She fell on me,” Tom grunted.
“No, I didn’t!” she protested.
“You literally fell off the stool, onto me.”
“Okay, fine, I did,” she huffed as she stood up, checking
Tom was still lying on the floor, taking a moment to recuperate.
“Um, mate?” Haz snickered, looking down at him.
Haz checked to see if she had noticed yet, before answering,
“You got a little something there,” indicating his collarbone.
Tom swiped at the area, not finding anything.
“What? What is it?” he questioned. He too stood up and
looked between the two, puzzled.
By now, she had realised what Haz was talking about and
suppressed a smile.
She pointed at the mirror on the wall and allowed him to
make the discovery. She and Haz exchanged a look and giggled.
“What the fuck?”
They burst out laughing. Right at the base of his throat,
there was a perfect impression of her lips, her red lipstick staining his pale
skin. Glaring at his reflection, he tried to wipe the mark away but only
succeeded in smudging it.
“How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this?” he growled.
“Will you relax? It’s just lipstick,” she reassured.
“Yeah, that makes it seem like you two were getting intimate,” Haz snorted.
“Shut up,” the other two snapped in unison.
“Okay, okay,” he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna finish
up in the kitchen. You guys should finish all this too, party’s starting soon.”
She nodded at him and turned to look at Tom. He was still
rubbing at that spot and she could tell that it had spread all over his neck
Sighing, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a makeup
wipe. She sauntered over to him and held out the tissue. He took it reluctantly
and cleaned the lipstick off.
She crossed her arms and waited for him, expecting a thank
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said instead.
“For what?” she asked in confusion.
“You fell on me, I cushioned your fall. You’re welcome,” he
“My hero,” this time she rolled her eyes at him. “Come on,
we gotta finish hanging these streamers.”
Grumbling, they returned to their assigned job.
“Let’s get this party started!” Kat screamed, raising her
cup in the air. Somebody turned the volume up, and the crowd cheered, the
apartment filling with music. She kissed Haz and dragged him into the middle of
the room, dancing with him.
Tom smiled at his friends enjoying themselves. He took a sip
of his drink, his eyes wandering the room before they landed on her. She was wearing a short black
dress, hair cascading down her back. She was tipsy but moved with confidence in
her heels. He watched her hips swinging in time to the beat of the song, her
arms above her head. He admired the curves of her body, very evident in the
confines of the tight fabric. It wasn’t long before some guy was behind her,
his hands on her hips. She was unfazed, grinding against him. She spun around
in his arms, her own coming down over his shoulders. As she moved closer
towards him, Tom looked away, filled with a strange resentment.
He left the room, in search of more alcohol to distract him
from this unwanted feeling.
She needed a drink. She had been dancing for what felt like
hours and was desperately thirsty. Squeezing past the swaying bodies she made
it to the kitchen. She noticed Tom leaning against the counter, talking to
another guest. She moved towards the island bench across from him and grabbed a
bottle, pouring some soda into a cup. She guzzled it down.
“All that grinding made you thirsty, huh?” he asked, more
bitterly than he intended.
Putting the cup down she frowned, “What’s that supposed to
“It clearly means something.”
A thought dawned on her.
“Are… are you… jealous?” she asked in disbelief.
“Are you kidding? Why the hell would I be jealous?” he scoffed. He took a gulp of
“Fine,” she shrugged her shoulders, not really caring.
“Where’s your bathroom?”
“Down the hall to the left.”
She nodded her head once and pushed past party-goers in the
direction he had advised.
In the bathroom she checked herself in the mirror. She
tousled her hair, mind going back to her chat with Tom. What was up with him? Shaking her head, she rummaged through her
purse for the tube of lipstick. Finding it, she removed the lid and applied a
fresh coat. She pressed her lips together, evening out the colour. Just as she
popped the lid back on, the door opened.
“Occupied,” she called out.
“It’s me,” Tom stepped in, closing the door behind him.
“Oh. I was just leaving anyway.”
Zipping up her purse, she took one final glance at the
mirror. She saw Tom in the corner of her
eye and bit her lower lip. He was wearing a black tee emphasising the muscles
in his arms. His jaw was clenched and she noticed how sharp it was. She swallowed.
“Am I making you nervous?” he asked curiously.
“Of course not,” she forced herself to make eye contact,
hoping she exuded more confidence than she was feeling.
“You seem nervous,”
he took a step towards her.
She took a step back.
“Why would I be nervous? If I recall correctly, you were the
one who sounded jealous earlier. Do I
make you nervous?” she countered, trying
to gain the upper hand.
“Not at all, and that wasn’t jealousy,” he continued to move
“What was it then?” her back hit the wall.
He was standing awfully close now. He filled her senses,
sight, smell, hearing. She met his stare,
refusing to look away first.
“It was frustration.”
“At what?” she almost whispered.
“At wanting to do this.”
He cupped her face and crashed his mouth against hers. Once she
recovered from her initial shock, she found herself kissing him back. The rigidity
of her body seeped away as they melded into each other. She reached up and wrapped
her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped down to her
back where they slipped further lower to her ass.
He lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs
around his waist. Their kiss was messy and passionate as everything they had
been holding in came flooding out. He sat her on the edge of the sink and stood
between her legs with his hands on her thighs. Her dress had ridden up and the
heat of his palms seared her bare skin. He slid one hand up and gripped her hip
while the other remained on her leg. He leaned forward, pushing her back and
she threw an arm behind to find a purchase to support herself. She accidentally
knocked over a bottle but they barely noticed it clattering to the floor. Her legs
hugged his waist she gripped his shoulder with her right hand.
Needing a breath, Tom broke the kiss, moving his lips down
her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and she let out a
moan as he found her sweet spot. She tangled her fingers in the curls at the
nape of his neck, her other arm snaking back over his shoulder. She was lost in
bliss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.
“Tom,” she moaned his name. Egged on by the sounds falling
from her lips, he brought a hand up and slipped the spaghetti strap from her
shoulder. He kissed down past her collarbone and along the soft skin of her
All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
It was Haz.
“Fuck,” Tom cursed, as they separated. He stepped back and
went to the door, not looking at her.
She, in turn, slipped off the sink and wiggled her dress
back down to an appropriate length. She pushed her hair out of her face and
turned to the mirror above the sink. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth
and her cheeks were flushed.
He opened the door.
“Yes, mate?” annoyance in his tone.
Haz’s mouth fell open in surprise when he saw Tom, but then he
noticed her in the bathroom behind him. He smirked.
“Uh, you’ve got a little something…,” he repeated his words
from earlier in the day.
“Huh?” Tom walked over to the sink where she was still
He too, had her lipstick smudged over his mouth and chin. He
dropped his head, shaking it.
“Wait ‘til I tell Kat,” Haz said gleefully, running off in
the direction of the living room.
She looked at Tom. Then she went to the door and closed it. He
turned to her when he heard the click of the lock.
Hi! I am screwed and have a week to unfuck my habitat. I changed my unsername to protect the not innocent... me. I have a week to unfuck the apartment or i'll be evicted. depression, anxiety a heat wave and broken ac did me in. How do i post on twitter I could really use this group's support over the next week/ or i am totally fucked. I am new to tumbler so can't figure out how to post on the page! Thanks! N.
OK, folks, we have an unfucker who needs some support!
While you’re doing this (and honestly, good for you for reaching out and making the commitment to doing this!), make sure to take care of yourself and your health. Take plenty of breaks, stay hydrated, check in with your mental state pretty often, and don’t beat yourself up if you get off track a little. Give yourself plenty of rewards, listen to some good music or a favorite podcast, treat yourself gently and kindly, and keep your goal in sight.