anonymous asked:

hello sweets!! I was wondering if you've done apartment!au for bts??? It's a bit much so can you just do maknae line for now?? Pretty please with a 🍒 on top,?☺️ thank u~


  • sweet boy with a sweet smile and a sweet personality and wow did i mention the word sweet???
  • he’s a little clueless to his popularity in the neighborhood like sometimes he’ll find notes stuck to his apartment door from some of the highschoolers that live in the building and they’re like love confessions like “jimin,,,,,,i like you so much!! let’s walk down the flower road together xoxo ~ secret admirer from the 9th floor”
  • and jimin is like “my neighbors are so nice to me, look at this note namjoon” and namjoon is like “,,,,,,,,,i don’t think this is ‘nice neighbors’ i think this person has a crush on you” and jimin is like oN me??? why would they have a crush on me 0000:
  • everyone in a 10 mile radius: because you’re the cutest boy in the world what kind of question is that
  • and jimin loves bright colors,,,,i think he’d have lots of yellow in his house,,,,,,like yellow curtains in his kitchen and yellow slippers,,,,,idk why he just seems like he’d want to have a really lively aesthetic going on
  • and he’d be neat ,,,, and would love having people over like he’d meet someone and in a day be like “you should come over sometime ^^” like he’s just a nice open person,,,,,,,it’s so refreshing
  • but he’s also a little shy around those he likes romantically which is why jimin always gets stuttery around you when you see him in the mornings and you’re like “hi!!!” and he’s like “h,,,hello,,,” and you always think he must be scared of you or something because he isn’t as upbeat and as talkative with you as he is with the other neighbors
  • and that makes you a bit upset,,,,,so you decide that you’re gonna prove that you’re a good neighbor by baking him a cake,,,,,,,,,the only problem is: you cannot bake
  • and when you’re done, and you’re sure you followed the recipe correctly, you can’t help but look at the cake as it’s slowly falling apart and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,this isn’t going to work,,,he’s going to think i hate him or something wlrgjsa
  • so you go out and you buy a cake instead and you knock on his door and when jimin opens it he’s like ,,,,,very surprised to see you and you’re like
  • “i know we don’t talk much,,,,and that’s rude of me neighbors should get to know each other so i made this,,,,,,,as a welcoming gift???”
  • and jimin is like “ive,,,ive lived here for over a year” and you’re like i k NOW,,,,,,i just,,,,,,,here 
  • and jimin takes it, his face gone completely red and he’s like thank,,,,,,thank,,,,,tha-thank you
  • and you’re like are you ok??? you’re redder than a lobster
  • and jimin is like iM FINE,,,,,,,,,,do,,,,,,do you wanna,,,,,,,,,,eat this with me,,,,,,
  • and you two end up sitting awkwardly at jimin’s dining table and jimin hands you a slice of cake with shakey hands and you’re like,,,,,,he seems so scared of me what do i do
  • and suddenly you’re like “im,,,,,,,im not mean” and jimin is like ????? and you’re like “i always think that you dislike me,,,,,but really im nice!! i think,,,,,,did i do something to scare you???” and jimin is like “nO,,,,,,nO,,,,,,it’s not that,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and he looks down and tries to distract himself with eating cake but then he’s like “wait- is this,,,,,,,,,,,is this from,,,,,,the store down the block?” and you’re FRICK im caught and you’re like sorry i tried to bake one but,,,,,it came out bad so i bought one
  • and jimin is like you did all of this for me??? and you’re like YEAH i don’t want us to be neighbors that are cold with each other,,,,,,
  • and jimin kind of smiles sadly and he’s like “just neighbors,,,,right”
  • and you’re like wait,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,do you,,,,,,,,do you want something more
  • and you’re looking at him,,,,,,realizing slowly that the redness in his face isn’t because he’s sick,,,,,,,,but omg park jimin has a c r u s h on you


  • the neighbor who you see at really odd hours of the night,,,,,like,,,,,,why is only getting home at 4 am???? is he ordering pizza at 8am???? what is his schedule 
  • would own like 40 dogs but the building has a no pets policy and it’s killing taehyung,,,,,,,,,he literally has to go over to his friends houses who have pets to get his daily dose of cuddling puppies otherwise he’ll get depressed 
  • the neighbors who have had a chance to speak with him all think he’s very,,,,,,,laidback and more than likely you’ll see him hanging around in the parking lot of the building skateboarding around or playing with strays that he feeds
  • and his own apartment is full of second-hand furniture he got from his parents and friends and he has posters up of like classic horror movies that are like peeling off the wall
  • and he used to play music outloud,,,but people would complain so he switched to just playing it through his headphones and pretending to like air guitar on his sofa 
  • and speaking of which,,,,,,he actually doesn’t have a bed because he was like what’s the point i can sleep on my couch or on my beanbag or on the floor,,,,,,,,taehyung literally doesn’t care is what im trying to say
  • his bedroom is just bookshelves (which are falling apart) full off old toys and cds and skateboards pilled up and baseball caps 
  • but it somehow manages not to be messy,,,,just kind of like very down-to-earth like him
  • and you know taehyung likes animals you’ve seen him wear shirts with dog faces like one five different occasions also he once rescued a kitten that was getting picked on by younger kids
  • and so when the landlord says she’ll be coming around to chat with you in your apartment about your new air conditioner you’re like “i need to hide my baby,,,,my angel,,,,,,,,my cat,,,,,,Mr. Tubs”
  • and you knock on taehyungs door hoping he’ll answer and to your relief he does,,,,,,,and you’re pretty sure there’s a noddle stuck to his cheek but you’re like “hey hey i know we don’t talk much but the landlord is coming up in five minutes and i need you to hide Mr. Tubs for me”
  • and taehyung is like whose Mr. Tubs and you like hand him the duffel bag and your cats head peeks out and you’re like “qUICK go inside ill be back in half an hour to get him”
  • and taehyung is standing there with your cat in a bag as he watches you run off
  • and he looks down and he’s like “hey Mr. Tubs” and your cat is like,,,meow who are you jokes jokes
  • but yes after you talk with the landlord you’re back to see taehyung and when you knock on the door you realize it’s open and when you step inside you see taehyung sitting on the floor of his living room, Mr. Tubs peacefully napping in his lap and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,my cat likes him better than he likes me is taehyung Magical
  • and you’re like “heY hope Mr. Tubs wasn’t too much!!!!” and taehyung is like “your cat is awesome” and you’re like thank,,,,,you
  • and taehyung is like “do you think you can let him stay here,,,,,while he naps,,,,,,he’s just so nice” and you’re like ok they really did bond in this half hour
  • and you’re like “sure,,,,,,,,,,um,,,,,ill,,,,,go?” and taehyung’s like “no, you can stay if you want we can play like monopoly or something”
  • and you pull out the old board game from under a pile of what looks like notebooks and stuff and you open it and like half the pieces are missing but it’s whatever you and taehyung have a good time anyway
  • and he makes you laugh??? and like he’s so comfortable to be around because he’s so easy going
  • and you’re like ‘you skate right??’ and he’s like not well but you’re like pfft please id love to learn and taehyung’s like “yo ill teach you”
  • and you kind of blush a bit because he smiles so wide and he’s actually really handsome??? and before you know it two hours has gone by and Mr. Tubs wakes up only to walk from taehyungs lap and plop down into yours
  • and you’re like “ill take this rascal back home now,,,,so he can sleep in his bed and not on my neighbors” and taehyung laughs but he’s like bring him over again anytime and hey,,,,,,,tomorrow at 7 are you free?
  • and you’re like pm??? and taehyung is like no am and you’re like what who wakes up that early tomorrow is sunday and taehyung is like “well it’s a good time for me to teach you how to skate ^^”
  • and gdi you’re actually agreeing to get up early on a weekday because hey,,,,,,,,,,he is really cute,,,,,,,,,,


  • don’t even try to argue with me on this: jungkook collects actions figures and anime figures and those little nintendo figures,,,,,,,,,you know what i mean
  • has them like displayed on a shelf above his computer and gets really excited about packages because you guessed it: it’s a new figure
  • like he doesn’t have a bunch, he just gets the ones that are like of his favorite characters and also,,,,,,,,he seems like the type to own the soundtracks from his favorite games
  • and other than that,,,,,,like nothing matters to him
  • like he’s got his computer for gaming, and his bed for sleeping what else is there to life
  • uses his living room as a closet really like the armchair has clothes piled up on it and comic books 
  • he eats at a low table that he forgets to clean so when jin comes over he’s like “jungkook. look at this. look at these crumbs”
  • jungkook: “listen,,,,,,,mom” 
  • jin: “what did you say?”
  • jungkook: “nothing i said i was gonna go get napkins to clean off the crumbs,,,,,,,”
  • and the neighbors all think he’s cute and some1 once asked him if he was still in high school and jungkook was like,,,,,no,,,,,,,,,i graduated and the person was like oh my i thought you were 16
  • and jungkook wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or,,,,,,,
  • but also he kind of keeps to himself so he doesn’t have a lot of close friends in his building and you and him don’t really speak but one day,,,,you end up with a strange package at your door
  • and at first you think it’s that rice cooker you bought but when you open it you pull out this figure and you’re like wtf is a sasuke uchiha
  • and then you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,wait this isn’t mine
  • and you see jungkooks name on the box and you’re like SHIT I OPENED MY NEIGHBORS MAIL THAT’S A CRIME
  • so you quickly try to put some tape on it and make it look untouched but it’s so obvious you ripped it open but you’re like maybe,,,,,,maybe he won’t be mad he seems like a nice dude
  • so you take the package and you ring his doorbell and jungkooks like ??? and you’re like “this is,,,,,,,,yours,,,,,,,,i accidentally opened it but,,,,,,,,,,,,,i swear i didn’t break anything!!!!! sasuke is alright!!!”
  • and jungkook is like “god bless sasuke is alright” and you’re like “he looks cool is he from a game?”
  • and wow you know when you ask people who are super passionate about something and their eyes light up WELL
  • and before you know it you’re standing there listening to the subplot of naruto and sasuke’s rivalry and you’re like,,,,,,what is happening but 
  • jungkook looks so adorable listing off his favorite episodes that you’re like you know what whatever let’s talk about this
  • and jungkook asks you if you’re into any games/movies/shows and you’re like YEAH i have a few favorites
  • and you two are totally bonding in the hallway over geeky stuff but then you’re also like
  • “you’ve been holding that box up for like the last 45 minutes doesn’t your hand hurt??”
  • and jungkook is like “nah, i work out look!”
  • and he rolls up his sleeve innocently to show you his muscles and you’re like WOAH WHAT
  • and jungkook is like teehee my hyungs call me the ‘hulk’ isn’t that cute?? and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,ok he’s adorable but he’s also strong but he’s also funny but he’s also swole,,,,,,,,huh,,,,,,perfect dare i say,,,,,,,,,bf material
  • first date: binge-watching your favorite shows while getting to know each other better by playing 20 questions LOL 
Two Hearts...One Home

I keep thinking of the line “two hearts in one home” and it reminds me of when my wife and I first moved out together when we were 20 and 22. 

We had next to nothing.  We ate pasta and dry cereal and had nothing but second hand furniture and bus tokens and work and school and we were so broke and away from our parent’s homes for the first time but we were so fucking happy because we had each other.  And we knew, we just knew, that we were ok because we had each other. 

Now, 24 years later, nothing has changed (except maybe the furniture and we might eat a little better)–we still have each other and life is hard and we argue but we always come back together and we always, always, remember that, at the end of the day, it’s just the two of us.  Against the world. 

Two hearts.  One home.  And an amazing life.

Creepypasta #1095: The Room At The Bottom Of The Stairs

Length: Super long

This is the story of what happened to my family when I was 14. It was the strangest series of experiences I’ve ever had. 

My dad was an abuser. He never really touched me - he mostly ignored me, like I was beneath his notice - but he was terribly cruel to my mother. He never raised his voice or hit her when we were watching, but he would just quietly criticise her in an almost unbroken stream of soft, matter-of-fact verbal abuse. Also, while he may not have done it in front of us, I know he definitely hit her. My mother was - and still is today - a graceful woman. The stories about her tripping on the stairs or slipping on the wet bathroom floor never rang true, and yet we all saw the bruises, the arm in a sling, the band-aids over grazes.

She left him when I was 14 and we were all relieved. I felt no love for him and I had become more and more convinced over the last couple of years that one day he would kill her, and maybe us too. Seriously, he was a frightening man - seemingly soft-spoken, but cold and intense. When stories crop up on the news about fathers snapping and murdering their families, I always imagine my dad could easily have been one of them.

So we left, and I was glad. There were three of us: me, mum, and my big brother Joseph who was a 16 at the time, only a few months off 17. Technically, he was old enough that he could have left home already, but like me he lived in fear of what dad might do without a tall, muscular 17 year old in the house. Joey was a rugby player, a hundred kilos of solid muscle, but the opposite of our father: gentle, sweet, generous. I think it was his growing resentment of our father that pushed mum to leave. She told me years later that she had nightmares about Joey losing it and beating dad to a pulp, ending up in prison.

Mum did her homework as thoroughly as she could. She got the court order in place so dad would be barred from entering the property or coming anywhere near it, and the very next day she had the moving truck and the self-storage unit booked. A soon-to-be homeless unemployed single mother has limited resources, so we had to do all the moving ourselves. That was a long, exhausting day, but it was good, too. Liberating. We knew we were leaving that bastard behind.

Most of our stuff was stored away and we lived for a couple of months with mum’s sister Bella and her husband Steve. Their apartment was small for just the two of them, so with five of us there it was insanely cramped. Mum’s plan was simple enough - get a job, any job, and then find a place to rent - but the job market wasn’t great for a fortysomething single mum who hadn’t worked in almost 20 years.

Thankfully, the government came through with some emergency payments. Between that and Joey’s income from his weekend job, we had enough money coming in that we could maybe think about moving into somewhere very cheap. It wasn’t just the cramped apartment, either. Mum didn’t talk about it much, but she knew that dad knew her sister’s address. A few times the phone would ring in the middle of the night and the caller would hang up without saying anything, so mum was starting to get spooked.

Our stroke of luck came in a matched pair. Mum got a job interview for an office admin position, and it went very well (the interviewer was a sympathetic older woman and mum was very honest about why she was looking for work after such a long break). On the way home on the bus, she saw a “for lease” sign. My mum has always been very spiritual but she was feeling very optimistic and decided the sign was, well, “a sign”. She jumped off at the next bus stop and ran back to check it out.

It was an actual house, not a unit or apartment. Most people in my mother’s position would have walked on, assuming it was out of their price range, but my mother was very observant. The road it was on ran along a kind of ridge between two hilltops, and the house was on the uphill side of the road, nestled in against a fairly steep slope. As such, the back yard was considerably higher up than the street, and the back door was on the same level as the upper storey out the front.

My mother noticed that the exterior of the house - stucco over brick, painted a creamy white - was looking pretty shabby. It was all surface dirt, the kind that would come off easily with a hose and a broom. The fact that nobody had bothered made mum feel certain the house wasn’t getting a lot of love. She took a closer look at the “for lease” sign, swinging from a wooden post in the front yard. Sure enough it was looking very weathered too. She jotted down the phone number and - she confessed to me later - almost skipped back to the bus stop.

Her instincts were good: an unusually frank agent admitted that it had been sitting empty for months and the owners were eager to get a tenant in. The rent they were asking was shockingly low and well within our budget. Mum got the rental approval and a new job on the same day, and we all felt like our troubles were over.

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Rebelcaptain fic: A bad idea

“Ok, this is bloody ridiculous,” Jyn finished her drink, before slamming it down onto the coffee table in front of them. “Let’s just have sex.”

Cassian choked on his beer. 

IE: the friends with benefits fic we all need (wc: 11631)
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“This is so stupid!” Jyn exclaimed, throwing up her hands in indignation. “The police are literally still after them and they think that this is a good time to fuck?”

“It’s for the aesthetic,” Cassian deadpanned, before smirking a little. “It’s a blockbuster spy movie, Jyn. I wouldn’t think about it too hard.”  

She snorted, taking a gulp of the beer that each of them were working on as they watched together. Slumped down on the battered sofa that Jyn had initially bought in a second-hand furniture shop for 10 quid, her legs were stretched out over Cassian’s lap, his non-beer arm resting over them. Naturally, on screen the moderately-famous actors were descending into sensual jump cuts with less and less clothes, breathy kisses and dramatic music.

“Did the lighting department go on strike when they shot this scene?” Jyn muttered. Cassian laughed and hushed her in response, leaning over to hit her shoulder.

She had to suppose, though, that for all its dramatics, it actually wasn’t a badly shot scene. You know, in comparison. She titled her head slightly, eyebrows furrowing as the actors rolled on the hotel bed, the two moaning and kissing and exchanging equally blissful looks at what was clearly supposed to be the moment of penetration.

Oh, blimey

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anonymous asked:

is it worth buying new furniture or getting second hand furniture?

If you’re a broke twenty something like I am, money is tight and new furniture isn’t something that fits into my budget at all. My boyfriend and I were lucky enough to receive lots of furniture from our families. His grandmother actually moved into a nursing home right before we moved into our apartment, so we got all her side tables, glasses, and her pull-out couch. Also an assortment of truly hideous lamps.

My advice to you is to take all the second hand furniture you can get. Ask your family members if they have any lamps, tables, chairs, or dishware that they aren’t using. I promise you that every single member of your extended family has something in their home that they’ve been waiting for the opportunity to get rid of. Also check out yard sales, if you tell the little old lady who is running the yard sale that you are about to move out of your parent’s house and live on your own for the first time, she might give you a deal. I got an entire glass set for free this way. Really talk yourself up!

I know that used furniture doesn’t match and isn’t always sleek looking in your new home. But having old furniture is better than having no furniture at all. You can always throw out anything that doesn’t work in your apartment, or that you later realize is too old to properly function. I throw out used furniture as I have the money to upgrade to new furniture. My downstairs neighbors recently moved out, and they gave us their nice looking IKEA table. This was great, because it meant that we were finally able to get rid of the horrible claw-footed split table that my aunt gave us three years ago. Just leave your old furniture by (not inside) your dumpster.

Remember to wash your “new” used furniture with soapy water several times to properly clean it. Be mindful if you’re buying anything fabric like a couch or a stuffed chair, these need to be cleaned thoroughly as well.

That said, there are some things that you should absolutely never buy used. Never EVER buy a used bed or mattress. You are just asking for a whole world of trouble right there.

Buy Used

  • Dishwasher (plates, cups, silverware)
  • Pots and pans
  • Lamps
  • Couches (if you are comfortable with cleaning a used couch, it’ll save you serious $$)
  • Chairs of all sorts (dining room chairs, stuffed chairs, lounging chairs)
  • Tables (end tables, coffee tables, and dining room tables)
  • Microwaves/coffee pots (but always check to make sure they work first)

Buy New

  • Anything bed related (mattress, bed frame, sheets, etc)
  • Vacuums (they’re pricey but they’re worth it)
  • Standing fans or heaters
  • Computers

@saisai-chan did you ask for some cute things involving Bakugou, Dad Might and others, or am I wrong? =D

Enjoy it, please. It’s hasty and not my best work, but you deserve some relaxing fluff-stuff after that day.


Taking a deep breath, Izuku shifted the weight that lasted on his left a bit, balancing it out as he continued to steer the vacuum cleaner with his right hand.

“Deku? Are you sure it’s not too much for you?” Uraraka said from above him, sounding slightly worried.

He grinned, even though she couldn’t see him from up there. “Yeah, no problem. I’m glad that I still get some training out of this.”

“You’re awesome, Mido-chan!” Mina said from the same direction as Uraraka.

Spluttering, Izuku almost dropped the couch he balanced on his left hand, holding it high over his head. Dropping the vacuum cleaner, he reached up with his second hand, catching the furniture with the two girls on it before it could fall.

Once he had put it back down safely – under the cheering and applause of Mina – he breathed out a relieved sigh. “A-Ashido-san, please don’t say something like that when I have to concentrate!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Mina laughed at him, waving his concern away. “But it’s true! I mean, you can lift up such heavy things like whole furniture up without your quirk! That’s really amazing!”

“But I could let you fall and you could get hurt…!”

“Heh. Stupid.”

The snarl, though not as aggressive or loud as it would have been normally, still managed to get their attention easily.

Turning, Mina pouted in the direction of Bakugou, who had his back turned to her. “Don’t be mean to Mido-chan, Baku-chan!”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Acid Girl?” Bakugou snapped back, almost knocking over a photo frame that he had been dusting off. “And I’m not fucking mean!”

“Kacchan is right,” Izuku intervened before Mina could come to his aid again, “I can’t let myself be distracted by compliments. I need to learn how to handle it.”

Uraraka frowned for a split second, before she grinned, “Eh, so Bakugou-kun is actually helping you?”

“Am fucking not,” Bakugou shot back instantly.

Before Uraraka could insist that, yes, he was, entirely so, she was interrupted by Kirishima and Kaminari bursting into the room. Or rather, Kirishima bursting into the room, cheerful and full of energy as usual, while Kaminari was groaning dramatically and dragged himself into the living room rather than walking.

“Hey guys!”

“Whoa, what happened to you two?”

Kirishima blinked, hand still up for a greeting wave as he considered that question. “We, uh, just trained a bit?”

“Kaminari looks ready to collapse,” Mina said, brows creasing in worry.

“Oh, that!” Kirishima laughed and waved her concern away. “He’s being dramatic.”

“Am not,” Kaminari huffed, dropping down onto the couch next to Mina and swinging his feet up to let them rest on the coffee table, “I…”

Bakugou interrupted him before he could say anything more, glaring at him. “Don’t put your fucking feet on the table, I just wiped it off, goddamn it!”

Kaminari hastened to pull his feet back off from the table. He also shook off his sneakers while he was at it. Only then did he continue, “I tried to get the hang of shooting moving targets down with my electricity. Damn near electrocuted myself because I used too much energy.”

“Yeah, you would have gotten stupid again if that happened,” Kirishima added cheerily, ignoring the spluttering he got for that. “Oh, hey, Bakugou? I thought of something today…”

“You thinking is never a good sign, Hair for Brain.”

“…could you perhaps tell us more about the villains’ quirks? You know, since you saw them from close up.”

A sharp intake of breath could be heard, but Izuku couldn’t have told who had made the sound. He himself stood frozen, eyes wide as he let Kirishima’s words sink in.

After their nightly brawl, neither he nor Kacchan had mentioned the kidnapping again. Izuku wasn’t even sure if the other had told anyone about his experiences – or at least more detailed.

Would it be too much for his childhood friend, being confronted by it again, or…?

Bakugou started moving again after a split second, continuing his work as if nothing had happened.

“No idea about their quirks, they didn’t use them much when I was there,” he went over to dust off the next shelve. “But you can just blew up that hand-guy’s face when he talks too much, that works well.”

A long pause followed as everyone processed that. Finally it was Mina who gasped, “You blew one of the villains up?!”

“Eh. Just his face,” Bakugou huffed, frowning. “Fucking shithead had that stupid hand in the way, but I still got a good hit in.”

“The hostage blows the villain’s face up,” Kaminari said after a moment of awed-silence. “Now that’s some nice revenge right there.”

There was a non-committal grunt from Bakugou but he didn’t turn around.

Izuku shifted in spot, getting more and more uncomfortable with the subject discussed

Perhaps Kirishima noticed that, and tried to lighten the mood. Perhaps it was the opposite and he didn’t notice and thought something about all of this funny.

Anyway, he suddenly beamed, looking as if he had just a brilliant idea, before he started, “Well, if you even needed to blow up his face, then that means,” he paused for a moment to look expectantly at his friends. “that villain is quite a handful!”

There was a pause, before Kaminari made a sound as if he had been kicked. “You did not just say that.”

“Oh come on! It was funny!” the redhead insisted. “You know, because he is basically covered in hands?”

“That joke actually hurts, man.”

Glancing over, Izuku was pretty sure he caught Bakugou banging his head against the wall slightly, only once. When he continued to watch, though, Bakugou turned and lifted an eyebrow at him as if to say What?!

Barely managing to bite back the laughter that bubbled up his throat – alongside a wince – Izuku turned around again and resumed cleaning.

“Wait, wait, I’ve got another one!” Kirishima declared, not heeding the panicked glances coming his way, “How about – I bet that guy wishes he were a bit more handsome?”

Another pained groan went through the room, interrupted by a few rare giggles and snorts.

“Shut up, Hair for Brain,” Bakugou’s voice cut through the mix of embarrassment and amusement.

The laughter died as everyone looked worriedly over to the blond, gauging his reaction. But he didn’t say anything further, continuing in his chores. There was no anger in his expression nor annoyance.

Leaning back and shaking out the rag he had used to clean, Bakugou glanced over and grumbled, “Your jokes are fucking terrible.”

A wide grin stretched over Kirishima’s face at that. “Oh, come on! You don’t think it’s at least a tiny bit funny? I think I saw you smirking there!”

“Heck no, check your eyes, they are not working correctly.”

Another pause, before Kaminari piped up, “You know… much like Bakugou here, it would be much better if that villain were a bit easier to handle.”

A loud groan went through the room as close to everyone face-palmed. Mina laughed aloud slapping the couch she was sitting on. Izuku’s shoulders were shaking where he was still bent over his vacuum cleaner in order to not give himself away. And Uraraka was laughing tears, floating a bit over the cushions as she lost control.  

There was a clattering sound as Bakugou threw away the cleaning rag and jumped over the coffee table, knocking over an empty cup as he attempted to reach both Kirishima and Kaminari. The both of them let out loud shouts, panic mixed with surprised laughter, as they dove aside in order to dodge.


“Aaaah, he’s after us!”

“He’s going to explodo-kill our faces! Save uuus!”

“We will never be handsome again!”

The laughter increased, ringing throughout the room as the two clowns ran for their dear lives with Bakugou hot on their heels.

Outside of the living room, Toshinori breathed out a chuckle as he let his head fall back, slightly thumping it against the wall behind him.

He had stopped in front of the room when he had heard the subject of villains and Shigaraki and possible training coming up, fearing that it would be too much for young Bakugou.

But it seemed like he had underestimated his students once again.

They will be fine, he thought with a smile as he heard the laughter and shouts coming from the room behind him, mixed in with Izuku and Uraraka half-heartedly trying to stop their rampaging friend. Even without me, they would be fine. They’re so strong. There is nothing they can’t overcome together.  

I better follow their example, huh?

Pushing himself away from the wall, he turned and made to walk into the room as if he had not waited outside for a while now.

“Now, now, what’s going on here, everyone?”


“All Might has come to our aid!… Ouchouchouch, Bakugou, dude, I need that ear, you know?”

“You never listen anyway, what do you freaking need it for?”

“Good point…”

“Sensei, you’ve got to hear those terrible jokes we came up with!”

“Oh? Tell me, then.”

And as he stood there, watching as Bakugou slowly released Kaminari and Kirishima from the chokehold, Mina telling him the jokes with flailing hands and wide gestures, and Izuku and Uraraka leaning against each other as not to fall down in laughter, Toshinori felt warmth blossom in his chest.

If that’s the future I get to see by surviving… then I wish I can live for a long, long time.  

i work at like a second hand furniture store so naturally we do furniture collections, but someone has to go and physically look at the item a customer has booked for collection so they can decide if it’ll sell in the store or not.

we explain this to every customer, and we tell them that we can’t accept it if it’s stained or doesn’t have a fire label on it. some customers ask if they can show us a photo of it, but we explain that photos can be deceiving and if taken in the right light it can make an item look like it’s not stained when it actually is.

some customers are fine with this, but some of them get really mardy about it and insist that we just go and collect their furniture based on the photo.

like no, we just explained that someone has to go and physically look it over because if it’s stained then we can’t sell it in the store and you’ve just wasted an employee’s time.

and then they still get all shitty and rude about it like please, this is just policy, why are you getting all pissy if you insist that your furniture isn’t stained? if your furniture isn’t stained then you wouldn’t mind us coming to look at it before making a decision ok

Day 7: Domestic/ dance, art & music

Lance woke to the smell of pancakes, he blinked his eyes open and had to smile, Keith was laying next to him in the bed, snuggled up against Lance’s chest calm and steady breaths leaving his slightly parted lips, Lance smiled warmly when he saw the hickeys that covered Keith’s pale neck, Lance was sure he had some to.

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today i threw some pink petals out the window and they landed on the pizzeria guy and someone with long blond hair. they looked up smiling but i think i pulled my head in on time. i drew and read in the sunny window and at 2:47 i realized that the alcohol shop closes at 3, so i got dressed in some funny and cool all white clothes, jumped on my bike and made it on time. i had sleep glue around my eyes and my hands were shaking because i forgot to eat more than some watermelon. i bought cheap prosecco and went to the second hand furniture store, the staff was so nice today, we had a lot of fun and joked about the prosecco and their couch section being a lounge, but then i almost fainted so they gave me some kexchoklad. it was all really cute and i think i found a good desk for jonnys synth stuff. i forgot to buy sauerkraut though. when i biked home the pizzeria guy said hi 

TalesFromRetail: Cheater wanted me to cheat with him.

I am on my cell, so I apologize for formatting. Also this is my first time posting in TFR.

I worked in a second-hand furniture/accessories non profit store. I worked my way up to doing some officy/front dest stuff from the lowly donations person who would stand at the loading dock and wait for people to drop off their stuff.

Anyway, the point is that since I was at the front of the store, and often the first person who made contact with customers, I dressed nicely and wore makeup and styled my hair.

Now, this one guy would come in and buy plumbing stuff and try to flirt with me. And also to compliment my outfit. I just kept my politeness and rang him out and answered any and all of his store related questions.

Now this guy had a wife, who would sometimes come in with him. A Wife. One day I rang him out and he tried to touch my hand. Ew. I said “Please don’t touch me”

He says “but youre just so friendly”

(hint: It’s my job to be friendly!!!!!!!!!!!????)

I made some sort of non-commital noise.

He then tried to give me his buisness card, and told me he would like to hug me so I said no thank you. He then told me he wanted to meet up with me and how he has a store down the street from my store with a backroom and his wife doesnt need to know??????

I said I wasnt interested.

He told me he would bring me a rose next time he saw me and that my blouse was pretty.

I just walked to the announcement system microphone (behind me on other side of counter) and called for a manager.

After I called for a manager he left.

He came back several times and always smiled at me when he walked in, but I ducked my head down and never made eye contact.

At first he tried to make small talk after that, but I made it painfully simple proccess of checking out, answering questions. One word replies in a non friendly way and didnt ask questions.

Iv'e had the director of the store come out of his office and personally ban/threaten to call the cops on guys who would harrass me.

It suuuuucked. I have so many stories about that place. It was okay for a while but the company just kinda screwed me over eventually.

By: Barelytheremaybe

Production Designer Arwel Wyn Jones shares some of his recommendations for getting the look of Sherlock, the BBC’s phenomenally successful remix of Arthur Conan Doyle's classic novels starring  Benedict Cumberbatch.

The fictional flat at 221B Baker Street has won many fans as the strangely stylish bachelor pad of Sherlock Holmes. Jones spends months sourcing, mainly second-hand, furniture before artfully assembling the interiors at the studio in Cardiff. The most striking thing about Jones’ set is the remarkable attention to detail - tiny pictures are crammed around the house, plenty of maps, books and sheet music cover the surfaces, and dotted around the living room are vintage Guns and Ammo magazines.

But it’s the  interiors of Sherlock’s London home that has been attracting attention, with its distinctive blend of modern and Victorian furniture.

The accessories are eclectic and replete with tongue-in-cheek British iconography, including framed maps of the British Isles and vintage style Union Jack cushions. Mrs Hudson’s tea set of Alice in Wonderland was originally designed for Tate Liverpool by Ali Miller, but is still available. Miller’s Home Sweet Home design of Britain and Ireland makes a regular appearance.  A design classic since release in 1996, the Bang and Olufsen BeoSound 9000 now looks vintage with its six-CD multi-changer unit, mounted on the wall in Sherlock’s bedroom.

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1. INFPs have a deep need to feel inspiration, passion and meaning.

INFPs desire a certain level of emotional intensity, so they may unconsciously seek out relationships, books, poetry, music, travel, or charity work that evoke strong feelings. When the passion or intrigue fades, INFPs may find themselves feeling restless and dissatisfied.

2. INFPs are deeply in touch with their values and emotions.

Their dominant function — which is their preferred way of thinking — is introverted feeling, so INFPs are profoundly in touch with their emotions and personal values. They make decisions by asking themselves, “What feels right for me?” Generally non-judgmental and gentle, INFPs may react strongly if they feel their personal values are being violated. Other personality types, especially dominant “thinking” types like ENTJs or ESTJs, may demand to know the rationale behind the INFP’s thinking process. When INFPs explain that they “just feel a certain way,” other types may criticize them, because their decisions appear to lack logical evidence. This can leave INFPs feeling invalidated, and they may even begin to doubt themselves and their cherished decision-making process.

3. INFPs want to connect with the essence of life.

INFPs are often lovers of nature who hike trails or spend time in the wilderness in an effort to passionately connect with what they see as the basic essence of life, writes Dr. A. J. Drenth, creator of the blog Personality Junkie. Especially early in life, INFPs may become lone wanderers, as they travel and explore one place after another. They’re usually content with rather simple or Bohemian living arrangements, perhaps furnishing their homes with second-hand furniture and decor. Extravagant vacations, designer clothes and fine meals aren’t a priority.

4. Creative expression is the life blood of the INFP.

INFPs often excel at writing, music, or other forms of creative expression, because art allows them to express feelings authentically, says personality profiler Antonia Dodge, co-owner of Personality Hacker, in a podcast about INFPs. INFPs may not be able to articulate their deep, personal feelings, but they can create a painting or write a novel to immerse other people in their emotional experience, whether it’s an emotional experience related to their own feelings, the feelings of another person they’ve come in contact with, or on a much wider scale, the feelings of the human experience in general.

5. INFPs are healers of emotional wounds.

In the Keirsey Temperament system, the INFP is nicknamed “the healer,” because INFPs care deeply about the inner lives of other people. According to the Keirsey web site, “Their great passion is to heal the conflicts that trouble individuals, or that divide groups, and thus to bring wholeness, or health, to themselves, their loved ones, and their community.” Their ability to heal springs from their deep understanding of emotions, their caring nature, and their ability to see things from a unique perspective.

6. The downside is, sometimes other people dump their problems on them.

Unfortunately, because of their superpower for healing emotional wounds, and because they outwardly appear receptive and non-judgmental, INFPs often end up serving as a dumping ground for other people’s problems, writes Dr. Drenth. This can give them a sense of emotional heaviness, and in fact, many INFPs regularly have an air of melancholy about them.

7. When INFPs feel passionate about something — watch out!

INFPs may see themselves as reluctant heroes. One minute, they’re strolling through life, then the next minute, they’re stumbling across a person who needs their help. With their idealism driving them on, INFPs can be truly unstoppable, says Dodge. That’s why this type has accomplished great things — think Joan of Arc, who, as a teenager with no military training, led the French army to victory over the British during the Hundred Years’ War. Other famous INFPs include Princess Diana, Audrey Hepburn, Fred Rogers, John Lennon, Kurt Cobain, Tori Amos, William Shakespeare, Helen Keller and Isabel Briggs Myers (creator of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator), according to

INFPs are often found helping people who are sick, disabled, or in need, writes Dr. Drenth. INFPs love rescuing the helpless — for example, they might adopt abandoned pets from an animal shelter, or they may take up special causes that have affected them personally, such as raising money for research for a rare disease.

On the other hand, if INFPs don’t feel a sense of conviction, they tend to shut themselves off from the world. For INFPs, “when it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. But when it matters…it matters big,” says Joel Mark Witt, co-owner with Dodge of Personality Hacker.

8. INFPs don’t want just any job.

INFPs are not particularly driven by money or status on the job. What they really care about is doing work that aligns with their personal values and allows them to help others and contribute to the greater good. Because they’re highly individualistic, they may struggle to work for a company or organization they don’t personally believe in. INFPs are motivated by vision and inspiration, so they may become restless and unhappy if they have to do routine work often. Their ideal job allows them to express their individuality and takes advantage of their ability to see unique solutions. They enjoy working independently and having a measure of control over how and when they complete projects. As they experiment in life, try new things, and find themselves, INFPs will narrow their interests and be better equipped to find work that resonates with them on a personal level.

9. Their friends and partners must have congruent values.

In relationships, INFPs are loyal, nurturing and empathic. They choose romantic partners and friends carefully, looking for a strong emotional bond and similar values. Self-aware and often spiritual, INFPs tend to be open-minded and accepting of another’s preferences and behavior, as long as their own core principles are not violated. They strongly support their friends’ and partners’ individuality, and they encourage them to explore their own ideas and interests.

10. They shy away from conflict.

Naturally sensitive and highly relational, INFPs have a strong need for close, harmonious relationships. They’re always looking for ways to compromise and accommodate other people, according to, and they’re generally quite skilled at finding creative solutions to interpersonal problems. Confronting someone else can be difficult for them, so they may ignore problems or keep negative reactions to themselves.

11. INFPs can lead through inspiration.

As introverts, they prefer to stay out of the spotlight. But INFPs can become leaders in another way — by profoundly inspiring others. They can use their passion, authenticity, and natural abilities of creative expression and communication to get others excited about causes they believe in.

12. They way an INFP can grow is by having new experiences and experimenting.

Their second function, extroverted intuition, is a learning process that “sees behind the curtain,” so to speak. It perceives patterns in the INFP’s experiences and makes connections that aren’t necessarily obvious or inherent by definition. It asks “what if?” and sees possibilities. The way INFPs can grow and develop themselves on a personal level is by using this process to explore, make connections, and learn new things. For INFPs, this may mean traveling to new places, taking classes to learn new skills, joining groups or clubs to meet new people, or feeding their appetite for new information by reading or exploring the arts. The more INFPs have new experiences, the more they will add to their deep understanding of the human condition and emotions.

Steggy drabble: Coffee Talk

Thompson didn’t know what the hell was going on with Marge, but he’d about had it with it.  Broads had no place in the office.  Not that Carter was a bad agent.  She was actually pretty good.  But it was just unnecessary, a distraction when they couldn’t afford distractions.

Carter always tended to come and go as she pleased with little regard for the actual rules.  Drove him nuts.  Lately though, her schedule had been more erratic than usual.  When he looked up at the clock to see that it was nearly ten and she still wasn’t in the office, he lost it.

“C’mon, Sousa,” he snapped.  “We’re goin’ on a field trip?”

Sousa frowned, but grabbed his coat and followed Jack to the door.  “Where?”

“Ta get Carter.  She’s late again.”

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