some are in the laundry

What do you do in half an hour?

If I offered you $4 to come to my house and make me dinner and wash my dishes afterwards, would you do it? Probably not. But that’s what a minimum wage worker at McDonald’s can do in a half hour.

What about $8 to come over and play with my kid and teach her to read and change her if she needs it and do all other assorted activities for an hour? Again, probably not. But that’s what a day care worker might do in an hour.

If I paid you $4, would you come over and make my bed and vaccume my room and do some of my laundry and clean my bathroom and pick up trash and dust? Probably not but that’s what a hotel maid might do in half an hour.

When you break it down into smaller increments it’s obvious that people need to be paid more, that the minium wage is pathetic.

That funny, sly little smile Obi Wan gives to Vader in A New Hope before he lets Vader kill him might tell the whole story about the Obi Wan character.

“I didn’t give in to evil. Not now. Not ever. And you only win now because I let you win.”

*Then Vader ends up confusedly kicking some empty clothes around, like it’s laundry day, and wondering what the hell happened. He is so utterly perplexed and unsatisfied.*

Master vs. Student. But Obi Wan always owned Anakin’s ass at the end, didn’t he?

incomplete list of reasons sidney crosby might give for missing the all star game

-misses his dog and needs to fly home to see her
-is allergic to los angeles
-died in a freak gardening accident (police say it’s better left unsolved)
-has some laundry to do
-is taking a weekend trip to russia with geno
-missed his flight bc of that crazy pittsburgh traffic
-couldn’t find his pants (and, unlike geno, is not cool with playing without pants)
-prime minister justin trudeau invited him over and he can’t just turn that down
-he accidentally drunk-texted carey price something rlly weird last week and it’ll be awkward if he has to see him again
-got asked to babysit alex letang and physically could not say no
-still hasn’t seen any Star Wars movie and needs that weekend to watch them
-took another online class and his midterm is that weekend
-is tired
-doesn’t want to
-left his oven on at home

I love how every party I go it plays Gasolina, but now it have a whole new meaning to me

Beggin' For Thread (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! ❤

A/N: To the lovely anon that requested this brilliant idea!! I loved writing this because boxers in general are super comfy and look hell sexy, too. Especially on Bucky Barnes! :D Hope you guys like it!! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤

Beggin’ For Thread: Reader steals some of Bucky’s boxers during laundry day. But when he goes to her for comfort from a thunderstorm he gets a surprise.

Warnings: S M U T! Biting. Fluff. Comfort.

You usually did the laundry on Sunday’s.

But as Steve stood before you holding two laundry hampers filled with his and Bucky’s dirty clothes and a sheepish smile on his face, you couldn’t help but giggle at the man. You didn’t mind it though, not one bit. In fact, you were more than happy being given the chance to do anything but sit around and wait for your ankle to heal.

A couple days ago, you managed to fracture your ankle. Fury flat out refused to let you go on any missions, including the one you’ve been training for since last month. Sitting around while your friends got to go kick Hydra ass wasn’t in your nature. So you savored any small tasks that were given to you. Even if that meant doing the laundry every day this week.

On the bright side, it gave you a chance to see the team’s embarrassing underwear collection.

Wanda secretly had a Hello Kitty thong collection, which was either the cutest or funniest thing on this planet. You still couldn’t decide which, maybe it was the latter. She nearly imploded when you brought it up to her one training session. You wondered if she wore them for Vision.

Sam secretly had a couple pairs of hot dog boxers. You were practically on the floor with laughter whenever you found it the first time. You at least expected some Captain America undies in there, but hotdogs? That was completely unexpected.

Nat’s underwear collection consisted of mostly black lace, with the exception of a couple cotton boy shorts in the mix. You were actually kind of surprised that she didn’t own at least one Black Widow themed thong, but what she DID have raised some eyebrows. Besides her underwear and other clothes, there was an American flag themed lingerie set. And if it was in the dirty laundry that must’ve meant it had been recently used. Interesting.

Tony’s underwear was by far the most bizarre thing you’ve ever seen. He preferred briefs, but that wasn’t what shocked you. They had little Winter Soldier’s printed on them. You couldn’t NOT take a picture of that. After all the teasing, Tony was still a softie for the man.

But out of everyone’s underwear, you liked Bucky’s the best. They weren’t anything special. They all consisted of plain black boxer shorts. They didn’t look amazing, but they surely felt like it when you ran your hands along the material. Although it was wrong, you really did need some new sleeping shorts.

The stress of your injury and work caused you to gain a couple pounds onto your hips –nothing drastic, but it was enough to make all of your jeans and shorts feel like they were made of metal against your tummy when you wore them.

Staring down at the boxers in your hands, you placed them into your laundry hamper and hurriedly walked to your room. You’d only wear them tonight, that’s it! Then tomorrow, you’d just say they got mixed up in your laundry. Voila! Nothing to be worried about.

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Bucky stood outside your door, debating internally whether to knock or just let you rest.
He was heavily considering just going back to his room, but the thundering…he couldn’t sleep through that. You offered to help comfort him during the storms whenever he needed it.

The news showed that the storm would roll in around 3:30 am, which was fine by him since he was usually up by then from the nightmares, but after the latest mission he needed some rest. His body felt so heavy, but his mind was racing from the constant shaking of the building and the sound of thunder.
With a heavy sigh, he knocked gently onto the door.

“Y/N?” he asked, opening the door slightly. He peeked his head in, squinting his eyes in the darkness. If it weren’t for the sudden lightning strike, he would’ve have seen you. And boy was it a sight to see.

You were lying on your stomach, with the covers across your waist. You looked absolutely gorgeous like this and he couldn’t allow himself to ruin that by waking you for his own selfish gain. Bucky turned around and turned the knob as quietly.

“Bucky?” you called out, your voice still laced with sleepiness. “Where are you going?”

He turned around, staring at your upper body, which was only covered with a black bra. He was instantly reminded about his mom’s scolding as a child. “It’s awfully rude to see a woman without clothes that ain’t your wife, James!” she would say. Jesus, she would probably give him a smack upside the head if she were here right now. But this was an entirely new era with new rules, right?

Bucky avoided your eyes entirely, focusing on the random stack of books on your desk instead.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he mutters, a blush beginning to grow on his cheeks. “The storm woke me.”

Catching the hint, you leaned over the side of your bed and grabbed a random shirt lying around and slipped it back on. If Bucky was the man he was in the 40’s, he would’ve been staring shamelessly. But he’s not that man anymore. He respected you and your privacy.

You patted the empty space next to you, smiling tiredly. You could barely keep your eyes open yourself. Bucky made his way over to you and slid into the warmness that was your bed. Somehow, despite being littler in size and shape, Bucky felt safe with you. As inane as it seems, you made him feel like nothing could ever happen to him.

You nuzzled into the pillow and looked up at him. “I can’t believe this thunder,” you yawn, looking out the large window in your room. As if on cue, another large clap of thunder caused the entire building to shake. Bucky filched harshly and clinged onto your smaller frame. You could feel him trembling slightly, his heart racing wildly.

You shifted so that you were on your back and gently placed his arm around your middle. Taking the hint, he rested his head onto your chest.

“My mom used to say that the lightening was actually a giant camera in the sky that Mother Nature used to use,” you say softly into his ear, running your hand through his hair slowly. “And the thunder was just the sound it made each time she took a picture.”

Bucky smiled. The vibrations from your chest as you spoke filled him with ease.

“My parents used to say it was just rain.” He snorted, causing you to giggle. You were glad that he still had a sense of humor.

You felt his flesh hand against the skin of your stomach that wasn’t covered by the shirt. His calloused fingertips brushed against the flesh lightly, tracing unknown patterns into the skin.

You were nearly asleep again, when you felt the waist band of the boxers you wore being pulled away from your waist and then suddenly being snapped back onto the skin, creating a loud sound.

Your eyes shot open, brows drawn together in confusion. But only to be met with Bucky looking at your with a smirk. “So this is where my favorite boxers went.”
Uh oh.
“I swear I’m not some creepy underwear thie-“
Before you could explain yourself, Bucky’s mouth was on yours. You moaned into the kiss. His tongue found its way to yours with ease. You could never find it in you to deny him anything.
You both shifted so that you were straddling him. All while never breaking the kiss. Bucky’s lips were a little chapped and raw from the many times he bit them, but to you they were perfection.
Bucky grinded against your clothed core, his member rubbing against the material. You would’ve never thought of trying this, not in a million years. As odd as it was, the sensation was mind blowing. You rolled your hips back in time with his, enjoying the feeling of his member sliding along the thin material. The small crotch area began to dampen from a mixture of your wetness and his pre come, making it even better.

Bucky’s metal hand found its way to the back of your bra. You could hear the mechanical shifts as it worked the hooks expertly, unclasping it within seconds. His blue eyes dilated fully as they focused on your chest. His flesh hand let go of your hip and traveled along the curve of your breast. His fingertips gently pinched your nipple, causing you to shiver. It was like you were doing this for the first time all over again. It certainly felt like it, given how your body reacted to desperately to his touch. All of your self-control went right out the window and into the rain.

The thunder struck again, but this time, Bucky didn’t even acknowledge it. His eyes were glued to your chest. Watching it with hunger as you rocked your hips into his. You couldn’t wait any more, you needed him now.

You slid the material of the boxers down your legs, kicking them off the bed and onto the floor. Bucky’s hands gripped your hips gently and guided you onto his lap once again. The wetness from your core began to slide down your thighs, drenching his as they rubbed together.

Bucky let out a small groan, throwing his head back onto the headboard with a thud. Thinking back on it, none of the previous girls could compare to you. None of them ever got this wet for him, yearned for him like you did. You were a goddess and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

You aligned yourself with his member, the feeling of his tip teasing your folds sent a wave of excitement through your body. You were about to have sex with Bucky. It wasn’t the ideal way you’d imagined it would happen, but it was better than the backseat of a car or what he was used to. You could tell by the way his hands shook with excitement as he ran them along the flesh of your hips that he knew this, too.

Before you could do anything, Bucky gripped your chin with his thumb and index finger and forced you to look at him. It wasn’t rough by any means, but he was desperate.

“Do you love me?” he asks, staring into your eyes. You felt like he was looking into your soul. To say the question threw you off guard was an understatement. Did you love him? But most importantly, did he love you?

“I do,” You say truthfully, before sinking down onto his length. Bucky let out a curse, his head falling back onto the headboard. You let out a whimper as he filled you finally. It had been a while for you. Your last lover wasn’t anywhere near as big as Bucky. He wasn’t even on Bucky’s level when it came to anything, really. Bucky Barnes was one of a kind.

“Fucking Christ, doll,” he groaned, his hands dug into your sides. His eyes fluttered shut as you began gently bouncing. He let out little grunts each time your hips connected with his. The sounds of skin against skin filled the room, along with the dueling sounds of your cries of pleasure and the booming sound of thunder.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, using it to balance yourself as you bounced faster onto his cock. He filled you up in ways you’ve never thought you could be filled. And it felt so right.

Bucky’s mouth hung open as you began circling your hips, providing him with a deeper angle.
You could feel his cock throbbing against your g spot each time you rocked a certain way.

Sending your certain pace, Bucky began thrusting into you, his hands grabbing your ass forcefully.

"Oh my god, Bucky!” You screamed, your head falling back. The feeling of him hitting that special bundle of nerves repeatedly made your orgasm near.

“You like that, prințesă?” He asks, thrusting faster into your heat. You cry out at his words. “You feel so fucking good around my cock.”
“I’m gonna come!” You shout, digging your nails into his shoulders.

Bucky’s lips went to your throat and sucked harshly. With a scream of his name, you came. Your legs shook with pleasure. With a growl, Bucky followed suit, coating your walls with come.

You collapsed against each other, completely exhausted. The storm had finally stopped and you could see the pinkness of the rising sun in the sky. It illuminated your entire room with it.

“I love you,” Bucky confessed, resting his chin on your head. His flesh hand rubbed small circles into your back. You grinned into his shoulder.

“I think I figured that out when you came inside me.” You smirked.

He let out a tired laugh. “No, I’m in LOVE with you, Y/N. really.”

You placed a small kiss onto the scarred flesh of his shoulder, right above the metal part.

“I know, James,” you giggle. “I think the entire floor knows, too.”


-FIN ❤

P.S. Sam wears hot dog undies, pass it on!!

Hello! I think it’s important to take care of your study space as well as the place you live in, so I created this checklist of activities. Some of them are to be done daily, some weekly and some of them just once a month or so. It’s also a good idea to do these in your study breaks, you are giving your mind a break but staying productive at the same time! 

  • write a shopping list
  • go grocery shopping
  • cook the next meal / meal prep
  • vacuum
  • dust the furniture
  • water your plants
  • take the trash our
  • do the recycling
  • change the towels in your bathroom
  • change your toothbrush
  • clean your hairbrush of hair
  • do the laundry + ironing
  • open your windows and let some fresh air in
  • change your bed sheets
  • make your bed
  • wash the dishes
  • tidy that one chair / your bed / your floor of clothes
  • organise your bookshelf
  • clean the mirrors
  • clean your shoes
  • put toilet cleaner in your toilet
  • take care of your drains
  • feed your pet!!
  • disconnect any electronics if you are not using it
  • change light bulbs
  • check the fridge for expired food
  • clean your make up products and brushes
  • colour coordinate your wardrobe
  • bin that one broken thing you’ve been meaning to
  • call the electrician / plumber if there’s a problem
  • decorate according to the season
  • cut the grass
  • sweep the balcony / terrace
  • clean the shower and the sink

Feel free to add on if I’ve missed anything. Good luck!

“C’mon- shit!” Hanamaki grunts.

“Fuck!” Iwaizumi shouts.

Matsukawa freezes at the front door. He blinks at the bronze number, thinking about whatever scenarios could be happening on the other side of the door. From the loud grunts that the entire floor could hear, he can only come to one conclusion. Or two.

Carefully, he slowly opens the door and peeks around it, looking at the living room. They’re not on the couch. His eyes wander elsewhere. Maybe they’re in the kitchen?

Wait. Oh god, no.

“C’mon, you guys!” Matsukawa shouts, dashing towards the kitchen. “We eat in there!”

He pushes open the kitchen door and glances over to the kitchen island to find his boyfriends arm wrestling.

“Of course,” Matsukawa sighs, half-relieved, half-disappointed. He knew it would be the first scenario. He throws his keys on the counter.

Watching these two arm wrestle was always the greatest experience he ever had. But now they’ve been happening way too often, and as much at Matsukawa doesn’t mind watching the display, it was always gonna be over something silly.

“It was your turn to do it!” Iwaizumi growls, tightening the already iron grip he has on Hanamaki’s hand as he tries to push it down on the table. “I’m not losing again!”

Matsukawa’s face drops. Of course it was gonna be over something like chores.

“No way in hell!” Hanamaki shouts, jabbing his toes into Iwaizumi’s shins.

Iwaizumi howls and glares at him as he clenches his own hand in an attempt to crush Hanamaki’s. “I’ve been working all day!”

“The gym doesn’t count as work!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen in rage and he pushes even harder on Hanamaki’s hand. “I haven’t been there all day unlike some people!”

Matsukawa sighs and buries his face in his hands. “Can someone for the love of god please decide whose gonna cook dinner?”

Both Iwaizumi and Hanamaki pause and whip their heads around to stare at him with fire in their eyes. “Why don’t you do it?!”

Matsukawa rears back a little but he still glares at the two nonetheless. “Because I’ve been working all day and I’m starving.”

Iwaizumi clicks his tongue and turns back to face Hanamaki. “Well it’s gonna be decided when I finally kick this guy’s ass!”

“The hell you are!” Hanamaki shouts, leaning forward to try and put more strength into his hand. It doesn’t seem to work, and his hand starts to get lower and lower.

Matsukawa leans against another counter and watches the muscles in their arms strain, and he can clearly see how purple their fingers have gotten. Hanamaki’s lips look swollen from biting on them, and Iwaizumi’s forehead wrinkles make him look more like an old man than someone who’s concentrating. How long have they been doing this? Whose idea was—

His thoughts stop completely at Hanamaki’s shrill shrieking when Iwaizumi finally slams his poor hand into the table.

“Weak!” Iwaizumi shouts, raising his fists into the air victoriously and rising from his seat. The chair falls backwards against the counter with a loud ‘clunk’.

Hanamaki grunts a little, wiggling his hand to get rid of the pain. “Damn you to hell,” he grits out, cradling his hand.

Finally, damn,” Matsukawa sighs, leisurely pushing himself away from the counter. “Someone won.”

Hanamaki looks at him in disbelief. “Don’t you even care about me and my poor hand!? How am I gonna cook?”

Iwaizumi looks at him with a sympathetic pout. “Aww babe, it’ll be okay.” Matsukawa can clearly see the mischief on his face. He gently grabs Hanamaki’s hand and massages the palm and his fingers. “I’ll help you. I can be the taste tester.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Hanamaki shrieks. He doesn’t pull his hand away from Iwaizumi’s, however.

“I was rooting for Hajime to be honest,” Matsukawa says. “Sorry Hiro.”

“Ha!” Iwaizumi barks.

“Are you shitting me, Issei?!” Hanamaki wails.

“I kinda like your food better, anyway.”

“Oi!” Iwaizumi shouts, completely offended.

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This naughty babby snuck into the kitchen last night, stole a chicken drumstick, walked (probably strutted) across the house to the kids room with it, ATE IT, and then tried to hide the evidence under some socks from the laundry basket.

I just can’t with these kittehs u_u