roomie of the month

Landlord finally just emailed me to tell me we’re going to get a new dishwasher “sometime soon,” which is cool and all since it’s been dead since summer. Except now I have to email him back this afternoon and tell him I’m closing on a house in a few weeks.* This means I should also get around to telling my damn roommate.** I love that I’ve had a Saturday morning to myself at the house but when she’s gone so early, it usually means she won’t be back until super late either.

*This and **this are things I’ve been avoiding because who knows what the home inspection will reveal but that’s happening in an hour. I planned to tell her after the inspection earlier this week but it got pushed back.

Soooo…fingers crossed inspection goes well so I can stop feeling like anxious-vomiting all the time over that…but fingers crossed I also don’t anxious-vomit over telling these people that I’m (hopefully) outta here for 2018.

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Happy Pride Month everybody! My lovely artist roomie made this awesome picture of my two OCs Adriana and Jackie to celebrate! I love how it turned out! They look so cute together!!! I’ve been staring at this picture for about ten minutes and I can’t get over how much I love it! If you want to see more of my roomie’s work, check out their Instagram and give them some likes! Tell ‘em that Mo-Mo sent you! ;) I hope that everyone has a great Pride Month!


anonymous asked:

do u have any bullet point headcanons for the classic fic scenario :~) where the reader and credence have to share a bed for the first time (u can make it as nsfw as you want, we are all sinners here) <3

BABYYYYY THIS IS MY FAVORITE TROPE I AM GOING TO GO INSANE (i kind of went with the first night it happens so not too much nsfw)

  • you’re newt’s assistant, and when he takes credence in, he hadn’t prepared another room
  • i mean he’d been around for a few months but had only agreed to stay with you both recently
  • you tell newt you’re good to share and credence blushes but doesn’t object because he would never (he’s not confident enough yet)
  • so like nighttime comes and you crawl easily into bed because i mean it’s been your room
  • credence hovers next to it, fingers brushing the sheets
  • you pull them down for him and just smile as you pat the bed
  • he lies down but like…. stiff as a board, arms not leaving his sides
  • you tell him he can relax but of course he doesn’t
  • so you just kind of roll over and pull him to face you
  • he can’t look you in the eyes because the closeness and where you are combined make it so so intimate and he doesn’t know how to handle it
  • you whisper that it’s okay and begin to stroke his face
  • really lightly, with just your fingertips
  • you play around with his hair and trail over his neck and back to his cheekbones
  • you feel him relaxing
  • you do not realize how much
  • so when you return to his hair and scratch a little, he accidentally lets out this really soft moaning whimper
  • and it catches both of you off-guard and he’s so embarrassed because such simple touches shouldn’t feel that good and you probably think he’s gross now
  • but you just keep doing what you’re doing and he can see your gentle smile in the moonlight
  • the blush doesn’t go away, but he also isn’t too terribly embarrassed when you press closer to him
  • you bring his head to your neck and he falls asleep like that, feeling comforted


Being in a relationship with Francis hardly turned out the way you would have imagined it to be. After following him on a hunch you end up becoming his prized experiment until Wade and the pair somehow form a close bond.


School is finally out and I wrote something. I really want feedback, so tell me if you want another chapter.

I got this idea from mixing suggestions from

• quicksilevrs

• cassidyconner

• tornado897

___________________________________________ AFTER THE FIRE

Things hadn’t started out like this, but what was there to prevent continual tragedy, the perpetual fall of grace, or even the burning sensation that traveled from the tips of her toes to the very top of her head? Life was a tragedy while living was only the prolonged sentence of that misery in full. It was no one’s place to discredit the world as a miserable place so brazenly, but under the current temperature exposure that she was being exposed to, it was only granted she feel so bitter.

Air, as it filled her lungs she could only feel the shearing peel and rip of her lungs seeking some kind of relief… but air only became fuel to the flames. Initially the burning had been something felt in passing until it became almost unbearable; then there were the needles that poked and prodded her skin, leaving pin makes over her upper arms and shoulders. Inevitably this cooled the inner heat she was easily distressed by, but what relief could truly be felt when it only dulled the pain? There was still the sickening feeling of mortality dripping over her lips though.

{Last Name}, {First Name}. Resident ‘patient’ being treated in this ‘program’. Her initial entry hadn’t been under usual circumstance, she wasn’t dying and her family wasn’t selling her off to repay debt… Her only connection to something as inhumane as this was her boyfriend. The man that easily swayed her opinions and affection with kind words and lofty promises of taking them somewhere beautiful in such an ugly world. It had been her appeal to affection and what she thought was true love that brought her where she was… Francis. There was something about his name that brought a sickness to her stomach and the flames only seemed to increase inside when she thought about how manipulative and vile he was for doing this to her, to these people.

Their meeting wasn’t anything she would call special looking back, but in that moment when she had first met him she thought it was the most perfect beginning for a romance. He complimented her and it was a first for her to have a young man as charming as him approach her so easily. They talked for days, for hours, for months; it was something out of a movie for her and unbelievably so she fell in love. {Name} told Francis her fears and joys, sad and happy memories… everything. And in turn he told her (what she believed at the time) everything in return. The pair spent holidays together, woke up in each others embrace from long nights spent binge watching movies. Francis was a hard man to crack at times, but inevitably he loved her right?

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

It started when he began leaving the apartment they shared more and more often, the calls he got were getting more and more frequent… She thought he was cheating on her because there was hardly any reason for a doctor to be on call as much as he was. That being said, he told her he was a doctor and there was hardly any reason for her to not believe him. Why would she doubt him either way? Francis had never given her a reason to doubt him in the first place until he started leaving more and more often. It had been the worst decision of her life to follow him, and even today she regretted it more than anything else.

What was supposed to be simple exposure turned into some twisted nightmare; what she thought was going to be some underground strip club turned into a nightmare out of the Twilight Zone gone a hundred times over wrong. A dimly lit room filled with hospital beds and groaning bodies hooked up to modern day torture devices; {Name} Hardly knew what to expect, let alone what the right thing to do was when faced with some underground ring of illegal medical experimentation projects. Prepared to leave and pack her bags as soon as she reached home she was pulled in a tight, almost painful, embrace, and carried to what looked a time capsule. Being shoved in and locked inside she panicked. Nothing was visible until the small eye hole of a door opened to reveal her boyfriend.

“{Name}. Now I thought I left you at home. A hospitals a nasty place to spend your time when you’re not meant to be there… There’s germs, disease…”


All she could see was that smile on his face, that sickeningly sweet smile he feigned every time they saw one another. “And it looks like you’ve caught something series love.”

He shut the small window and then there was darkness.

It had been like that for the first few days, complete and utter darkness. There was no way of telling day from night, there was no food and sparse amounts of water. She grew tired and irritable, there was no point in banging and screaming for Francis to come back… It only hurt her in the end. So she complied and suffered in silence until she was in compliance. You would have imagined things would get better, but they only proceeded to get worse. After a week in the ‘dark box’ they tested her, blood tests and multiple stress related challenges. She was forced to wear the bare minimum and then put through the first round; strapped upside down as the blood ran to her head. They kept her like that long enough to cause pain and stress but stopped short of causing a brain hemorrhage.

She didn’t understand it when they said there was a ‘high likeness’ for mutation, but from what she could understand it’s what kept the torture coming. From nearly drowning her to leaving her without human contact for days on end… whatever they were doing, it was working, but it wasn’t enough. They needed a final push and that final push happened when ‘he’ came.


“The final test {Name}. Either we succeed and you come out a new woman or… Well I’ll assume you understand.” It was the first time he’d spoken to her in over three weeks and it only made her hate herself more for having ever found him to be a decent human being. The young woman was in a metal box, compact and cold to the touch as she was placed in almost bare. {Name} could only watch lifelessly as two men placed her inside and shut the container, this wasn’t the first time she’d been trapped. She was broken and couldn’t do anything to hold back the screams as Francis turned the heat up to unbearably high temperatures… She felt like she was burning alive.

It took a few days for her to get used to the pain and the injections doctors gave to keep her from passing out. That’s when she saw through the small opening, they were bringing someone new in… and immediately Francis seemed to hate him. What was his name… Wade? The guy wouldn’t shut up, but {Name} barely cared seeing as it annoyed the hell out of Francis.

Unfortunately for her, this guy was right next to her for what seemed like the entire time he was there.

“So iron giant… Why are you here?”

No response.

“…Well that’s interesting, I’m glad I got such a talkative roomie to share the next few months with. Maybe we’ll even get to the point we’ll start finishing each others…” He stopped talking for a good minute before talking again. “See! I already knew what you were about to say.”

Their first introduction and she hadn’t said a word the whole night, it was like he could already tell she wasn’t going to speak. And she hadn’t the entire month they’d been there. There was something about Wade that she appreciated and there were times when she wanted to talk to him, but the pain that filled her every time she breathed was too much… He knew that and stood up for her when Francis decided on turning the temperature up more and more… She felt relieved she couldn’t see herself day in and day out… But she only imagined it was bad when they let her out to clean her up, that was the only time Wade was ever silent and she could stare at him with blank eyes… He knew she would never speak to him, but that was fine because Wade did enough talking for the two of them and he knew she appreciated that.

Today was just supposed to be another day between them, they’d already been in such close proximity for so long that Wade had talked about everything under the sun, his emotions slipping out from time to time… she wasn’t in her metal box today, rather she was stretched over a portable bed just across from Wade. They were tired, exhausted and Wade looked like he was about to give up.


“What?… Holy shit, and this whole time I thought you were brain dead. Surprise surprise. You know this only looks bad on your part with how long I’ve been pulling shit out of my ass to keep you entertained {Name}. I’m expecting a lot from you since you just raised the bar from demented patient to cognitive thinker… Unless {Name} is all you can say. Then we’re having problems again.”

She smiled faintly before noticing Francis and it started again. She was going in and out from the medicine he’d given her earlier. Her mutation was supposed to be present but for some reason it just wasn’t there just yet.

{Name} could only see Wade, Francis, and that jerk of an assistant Francis had with him all the time… They were talking and something happened… Next thing she knew they were yelling, talking about mindless super soldiers and Wade was yelling. “F-Francis…” She was so out of it as she slurred each syllable that left her lips. She could only make out the last of what Francis said… he was going to leave Wade in some kind of airlock for the entire weekend… “Frn-cis…” She wanted to tell him stop, but he wasn’t in the mood after locking Wade in. “

“Don’t worry {Name}.” He gently touched her head, looking over the sickly state of her being before continuing. “I was always planning on keeping you for myself.” With that he lifted her off the bed as she weakly struggled in his grasp before he placed her in her metal box again and turning up the heat to unimaginable temperatures. “Just a little longer.” With that both of them were left in unimaginable torture until Francis decided to come back for them.


When Francis had come back she couldn’t tell what time it was, but something in her had snapped… She was frustrated and upset, the pain wasn’t prevalent, it didn’t matter, if anything temperature only seemed to increase as she got more and more upset. The box wasn’t hot anymore, everything was just rage filled… Francis had come back with his assistant and they were just about to let Wade out. The weekend had gradually phased into one continuous movement

{Name} placed her hand one the heated metal and pushed in, “Francis…” Her voice was small as she pressed more against the metal, loud creaks were heard, everything happened so quickly. “Francis…” Creaking, breaking, Wade, the flames… There were only miniscule as the fire started, it seemed like it was something that could have been stopped until the metal box finally caved and a fire storm spilled over the room in a flurry. “FRANCIS!” And like that she was on fire, but she felt freer than she had in years… She was on fire, she was the fire, and then it all went dark in and out. She was sure Francis had only seen her for a moment and there was certainty a lot of surprise on his face.

Things were going from vibrant reds to black in what felt like slow motion. She could hardly make out the figures pushing and fighting one another… In and out, in and out… it was the end and there was only one person left, impaled on a protruding pipe. Then complete darkness.


Wade was left for dead, impaled on a pipe by Francis… fuck Francis. He would have thought this was the end… {Name}. The girl was lit, like a house fire on steroids, but she looked… alive. They were both left in carnage until the fire died after hours of burning and there was nothing left but ash and soot. It took Wade a few hours to regain consciousness and pull himself up, the wounds healing as he made his way over to where she was buried among the rest of the wreckage. He was alive, Francis had been screwing with him this entire time… All those people… {Name}. Holy shit {Name}. Even though he was tired he knew she was here, she had to be alright. It took half an hour, but he found her. In all, Wade wasn’t obligated to take her with him, but he knew he couldn’t leave her there… He didn’t want to. This girl he’d accumulated a softness for and that smile… Call him a bastard for even being attracted to her. But getting tortured next to the same person for who knows how long can do things to you. And even if she never spoke to him, she made it bearable, and he was hopeful because of her.

So he took her with him.

The story of an aspiring blender collector.

So I’m stuck in this lease with 8 other roommates, 1 of which directly supports my rapist. Needless to say that I do anything and everything to inconvenience her.

She and another roomie throw parties about once a month, without consulting the other 7 of us, and it has a tendency to grind the nerves… ESPECIALLY when they don’t clean up within 24 hours, leaving us with tipped cups and bottles leaking all over, and a floor that sucks at your shoes. Come back after a long day to find this at home and know that She Lacking Both Soul and Heart left this? Sounds like revenge time.

Now, this is a Saturday night that I’m home. I happen to be picking up some ice to make margs before I go spend the weekend with my girlfriend at an Airbnb when I see how disgusting the house has been left. I go to grab the ice and a Ziploc bag before I stop and realize I’m the only one home. Which, in a house of 9 people, is rare. My eyes fall on the blender and I remember Soulless Roommate’s practice of Margarita Sunday/Monday. So, of course, I tip an overflowing garbage bin, grab the blender, and walk out the door knowing only one of us will be having a sexy weekend and refreshingly cool drink, and the other will be left with a mess, 7 irate roommates, and no margaritas.

The next day she posted in the house group chat that no one had seen the blender since the party, and I stayed quiet. As far as they know, I wasn’t even at the house that weekend.

I ended up keeping the blender, just to be more petty. And I have my eyes on the replacement one the next time they throw a party…

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Miss Stanford [Sam Winchester AU] (Part 2)

Part 1 

Series Title: Miss Stanford
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester x female reader, mentions of Jess Moore, Dean Winchester, mentions of Castiel
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2,095
Short Description: Alternate Universe where you’re Sam’s girlfriend and you both go to Stanford. Dean comes to visit your apartment for the first time ever, and you’re worried you left a bad impression. Just fluff, but I promise the plot gets better in a couple chapters!

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your name

Your eyes opened of their own accord, which meant that it was a Saturday. You were sure of this because a blaring alarm didn’t wake you up, and your boyfriend wasn’t in bed with you anymore. Usually, you had to force him out of the comfortable bed in your apartment on weekdays, because Sam would stay up late studying and never got enough sleep, but on weekends, he was up and at ‘em not long before you.

Turning around, your eyes tiredly took in the ruffled blankets as your hand trailed up the empty spot where Sam had previously been lying. It was still warm from the heat he radiated, so you figured that he had gotten out of bed a little while ago. Sighing to yourself, you got out of bed and straightened the bed so it was tidy, because Sam hated making the bed and you knew it.

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  • Roomie: Oh hey did you get my rent money
  • Me: Oh yeah. I was surprised cause you sent it earlier
  • Roomie: Oh yeah?
  • Me: Yeah I was like "Ooh. I could buy so many things with this"
  • Roomie: can buy one months rent with it
  • Me: ...technically only half with what you sent me
  • Roomie: Oh yeah
  • Me: ...
  • Roomie: ...
  • Me: ...I'll make sure to send them it on Monday
  • Roomie: Thank you

Landed a new job~ gotta have a first day of work shoot :D ( thanks for draggin’ yourself out of bed, Carlisle *heart*)

Thanks all for hanging in there while I blow off posting this past month or so! The roomie and I have moved into a new apartment (if you could tell by the new living room..I doubt it) and it’s been a while bunch of stuffs going on. Really nice place; I’m sure the super cute backyard will show up soon!

I’m really geeked that this job is fine with me wearing whatever makes me happy to the office. I think most of us transfolk get pretty worried about that when searching for work… but I was upfront with it and they cleared me for dresses, skirts, etc. right away!! I’m lucky that it’s a rather liberal company, and that I’m not scared to be open about my needs as a transperson. I think if you have to hide your identity at work, it’s probably not somewhere you really want to stay for long. /-/ I am aware though that it’s often a trade-off between mental health and paying the bills. Messed up world. Messed up world. /-/ In 2015 any organization that isn’t with it is simply childish. No, no, children are usually pretty down with trans stuff (unless they’ve been taught to hate by their folks), so insert a different, embarrassing adjective above.

Anyway! Much love to my new and old followers; I’m not going to promise to post more often, because I usually fail too- but I do promise that I’ll answer any and all asks as usual, so write in, ya know, if you want to :3 Any tips on how to dress cute femme business casual when pencil skirts, erm, don’t work?

Waffles & Rookie Proposals

This is basically 2.5k of fluffy prequel to my blanket fort fic Under Cover. You don’t need to have read that to read this though, obviously.

Dedicated to @rookiesinlove who gave the aforementioned fic a glowing review and then demanded to know about the Waffle House rookie proposal. Which I thought about, and kept thinking about, until I finally sat my ass down and wrote it. Hope you enjoy, dude!

Patrick’s restless.

It’s 8pm on a Tuesday night, the second of a two-day break between games. They don’t have practice tomorrow, just a seven-thirty start time against the Caps. Technically he could be out right now, having some drinks, maybe trying to hook up. It doesn’t really sound appealing, for a couple of reasons.

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The city I live in booted my car for unpaid parking tickets.  Right now, if I don’t pay $200 by 3/21 at 12PM they will impound my car.

I’m going to be meeting with a judge in a hour to see what I can do. 

Reason why unpaid?  Because I didn’t have a resident sticker, my roomie didn’t give me one until nearly a month later after I moved.  It was simply an accident, I got ticketed but I didn’t have any cash to pay as my money goes to rent and food. 

So I need money fast

All portraits for now so I can shell them out quickly.  This is a quantity run for me.

Rough sketch: $10 - With color $15

Line with color $25 - Full paint $50

Quick paint $30

Send me a message here on tumblr, my email, or Discord/Skype. 

I will update if my due date changes.  If you can’t commission me, that’s okay.  Just do me a solid and reblog this. 

Wrapped Around Your Finger Part Eight

Originally posted by 5sospenises

I know it’s a bit short, but I’m surprised I even managed to get this much done. I hope it doesn’t suck as much as I think it does. I’m sorry if it does, though. I tried my best. Thank you for waiting and never giving up. Love you, guys!<3 xx-Z.

Introduction and previous parts (x).

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Carmilla/Laura Fanfic - Coming Round

Rating: G

Summary: Due to another mishap by the Alchemy Club and her own terminal heroism, Laura has ended up in hospital needing an operation under general anaesthetic.  When she wakes up, she doesn’t know what’s happening or who Carmilla is, except for the fact that she is the most beautiful person she has ever seen.  

Fluffy, slightly cracky fic, but with all persons present hopefully In Character.

Author’s note: shout out to the-staged-inadequacy and findsomethingtofightfor for the original post-that-prompted and inspiring tags, respectively. 

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Carmilla had been waiting for hours. At least it seemed like hours. When she looked at the clock, it had apparently only been forty minutes, but that was twenty minutes longer than she had been promised. She was sat by the side of the bed, holding Laura’s hand and brooding so hard that any passers-by might have thought she was trying to set something alight with her mind. But for the moment at least, she was just waiting for her roommate to wake up. Her tiny, adorable, heroic, stupid child of a roommate.

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asianprincess  asked:

Can you do a roomate!luke blurb where you're having really bad cramps and just an overall shitty night and he offers ice cream and stuff but you don't want any of that instead you want cuddles and tummy rubs pls bc this is me and I am dying I hate cramps :-(

Aw bby I’m sorry :( but okay so roommate!Luke was the worlds sweetest when it came to you because you were by far the sweetest and not to mention the prettiest roomie he’s ever had and so when your least favorite week of the month rolls around Luke makes sure to stock up on all your favorite ice cream and candy because if he’s gonna be a good boyfriend for you, he’s gotta be a good roomie first! So when he comes home from work one day and sees you curled up in a ball on the couch he kneels down beside you and kisses your head and strokes your head before mumbling, “does the princess want some ice cream? I got your favorite y'know” and you just groan and shake your head no and make grabby hands at him and mumble “uh-uh want you, come cuddle please” and Luke feels awful because you feel like dying but he can’t stop smiling because he finally got to hold the prettiest girl in the world :(

roommate!5sos blurb night!!

Ten Things You’ve Always Wanted to Ask About Budget Traveling But was Afraid to

A post on budget traveling that should get you to book that plane ticket – NOW!

1. Travel light…so you don’t have to pay the baggage allowance fee! As much as possible, don’t check-in anything. Save that 500 bucks on a food trip where it’s worth it! It’s more convenient to bring a backpack or a small trolley when you travel anyway. Plus, you won’t waste time waiting for your bag to show up at the baggage carousel. Only bring the essentials. Some people tend to bring huge and heavy towels when really, a small one will do. Some hostels even have towels for rent; some even provide it for free…if you’re lucky.

2. Sleep at dorm-type accommodations. I’m pretty sure you’ve read this in every backpacking website, but you’ve never actually tried it because ADMIT IT, you’re scared. I’m not gonna lie, there really are pretty badly-maintained guesthouses. To make sure you book the right hostel, check out the reviews on the internet (ie,

BONUS TRICK! If you’re gutsy enough, you can book a cheap budget airline that’ll reach your destination at a late hour so you can spend the night at the airport. However, you need to be 100% mentally and physically prepared for that!

3. Learn the secret of seat sales. They can be tricky. Observe. Anticipate. Grab!

4. Research, research, research. There are so many activities you can do for free. For those that require a little cash, spend yours wisely. Plan your itinerary only with activities you want to do. Skip the museums if you’re not fond of going in them; don’t pay for a view on the 60th floor of a building if you’re afraid of heights (at the same time though, it’s nice to try something scary and challenging when you’re backpacking). Bottom line: prioritize.

5. Read travel guides in advance. Read about the place’s history so you don’t have to hire tourist guides who will probably ask for money in exchange of their services. You can get so many ideas from travel books too, although I’ve never actually bought one myself. I usually just spend days reading them at Fully Booked before I fly because—it’s free! (Refer to photo above :p) And what’s even better is that so many websites nowadays are dedicated to traveling that it has become easier to get information on eany city you want to visit.

6. Resist the urge to take taxis. Opt for cheaper modes of transportation when going to farther places—sleeper trains, overnight buses, etc. I know people easily get stressed out over getting lost, and will settle for a taxi, hoping it’ll take them to the place they want to go to. Taxis don’t come cheap, regardless of where you are in the world, and that’s why you should…

7. Invest on a map. This is one of the most important things in budget traveling, especially for you backpacker-wannabes who are bad with directions. Make sure you know how to read one though. If not, insert “Invest Time on Learning How to Read a Map” before this part. It really helps.

8. Wear comfortable shoes and clothes. Walking saves a lot of money, I tell you. Don’t wear four-inch heels if you plan sightseeing on foot—common sense, right? I’m not saying you can’t be fashionable while backpacking but if you can’t stand not wearing short skirts and stilettos on a trip then this article isn’t for you.

9. Get friendly with the locals and fellow backpackers. If you get friendly with them and if, with luck, they become amicable as well, you may just get yourself free meals/passes/etc! IT WORKS EVERY SINGLE TIME. Make friends, especially when you’re traveling solo. Some fees are much cheaper when you share it with someone. It’s actually quite easy to spot lonely travelwhores like me.

10. Don’t forget to bring your guts. Without it, you can’t use anything enumerated in this post.


The Lonely Travelwhore,