this is not a dish towel

a random assortment of life tips

by me, 20 year old who is so clearly great at adulting. (not really, but i’ve been living on my own for a couple years so i sorta know how this thing works.)

  1. coconut oil is the solution to everything - dry skin, frizzy/dull hair, cooking, removing makeup…everything.
  2. be nice to people working service jobs.
  3. change your pillowcases every week if you have bad acne. hell, you should change your pillowcases every week even if you don’t have bad acne.
  4. don’t put regular dish soap in the dishwasher.
  5. carry your school ID with you when shopping and always ask stores if they give student discounts.
  6. sleep naked. trust me on this.
  7. put a damp paper towel over your pizza before you reheat it in a microwave so that the crust will still be soft, not chewy.
  8. you don’t need to color sort your laundry if you put the washing machine setting on “cold”.
  9. drink a glass of cold water after a long cry - it’ll make you feel better.
  10. despite what others might say, you can be friends with your exes.
  11. make sure “find my iphone” is set up and turned on.
  12. save your loose change and deposit it into your savings account at the end of every month. over time, a little change makes a big difference.
  13. it’s okay to call your parents and ask for help. they probably know how to get that stain out or remedy a sore throat better than you do.
  14. air drying (as opposed to tumble drying) your sweaters helps the fleece inside stay soft and fuzzy longer.
  15. always double knot your running shoes.
  16. emergency sewing kit. get one.
  17. flavored condoms are for oral sex, not penetrative sex. 
  18. carry a small notebook and pen with you wherever you go. write when you feel inspired, even if no one will ever read it.
  19. never underestimate the healing power of cute animal videos on youtube.
  20. learn how to say “no”.
  21. be the kind of person you need in your life: support yourself. accept yourself. comfort yourself. love yourself.
  22. be open minded, question everything, challenge yourself, and learn to look at things from different angles.
  23. you are the most important person in your life - act like it. put yourself first.
  24. growing up isn’t about getting your shit together - it’s about learning to accept the fact that your life will never be as perfect and put together as you’d like it to be.
  25. screw the idea of “unconditional love” - it should always be conditional. your love is valuable as fuck; don’t give it to people that don’t deserve it.
  26. remember that you are under no obligation to remain the person you were yesterday. allow yourself to grow.
  27. challenge your limits, say yes to things that scare you, be open to new experiences, and live fully.
Things I learned you’ll actually need for your dorm after one year of college that you probably won’t see on pinterest

So, I recently finished my first year at college (which was definitely an adventure, and probably one of the best years of my life so far) and I’ve made a few mistakes, but none that couldn’t be fixed. For example, I really didn’t do adequate research as to what I’ll actually need for my dorm room because I was too busy fantasizing how I was gonna diy decorate my dorm room into a pinterest masterpiece. Anyway, I quickly learned my lesson.

Basically, your dorm room isn’t just for display. You live there. It’s gonna get messy, it’s gonna have to store a lot of stuff, and you’re not always going to have time to keep it in pristine condition because life gets crazy. But you can deal with it, I promise, and for all the new freshman prepping for their first dorm experience, I want to give some advice on how you can be prepared for what college life actually hits you with.

Alright, so I actually ended up being in a triple (so I had two roommates) which meant I had even less space than the average broom-closet sized dorm room and I had two people I had to get along with. Thankfully, we all ended up being really close and very considerate of each other, and I am incredibly grateful for it. We learned our lessons together, and this is the list of stuff we came up with:

1. Vacuum: Get a real vacuum, maybe a cheap one (not like a crazy dyson), but a real one. Not just a handheld one (like we had) because it won’t be enough. Girls shed hair. A lot. (especially three long haired girls like us) People might accidentally spill a bag of powdered sugar on your rug, or you might rip open a bag of cereal a little too vigorously, or, more seriously, you might break something like glass and you don’t want anyone cutting open their foot on a shard. 

2. Swiffer: If your floor was linoleum like ours (that’s why we needed a rug, which I’ll mention later), then it will get dusty and dirty. Having a swiffer is just nice to have because once you vacuum your rug clean, you don’t want the dirt on the linoleum getting on the rug. Plus, it’s gonna a rain and there’s gonna be mud. It’s gross.

3. Brita filter: So my dorm was actually the absolute best freshman dorm not just because the people were amazing, but because we had sinks. IN OUR ROOMS. It is just so CONVENIENT. Anyway, I am fully aware that not everyone is as lucky as us and the only sinks will be in the bathroom. A Brita filter pitcher is nice to keep in your fridge because you can have fresh clean in your room at any given moment.

4. Trash can: We had three in our room for each person but they kinda ended up being shared based on location in the room, but yeah. You need somewhere to throw away stuff.

5. Plastic bags or just garbage bags: And not only do you need a place to throw away stuff, you need plastic bags or garbage bags for clean disposal. And trash piles up real fast in your tiny room, so you’ll need to replenish these bags very often. I learned from my mom that you always have a place to store your plastic bags, and so we had a designated plastic bag drawer where we kept all the bags from our local campus convenience store, or the drug store, or wherever. Trust me, it’s saved lives. (as in, barf bags)

6. Command hooks: So we had to bunk two beds and loft another to have enough room and it’s kind of a pain in the ass to constantly climb down to throw something out so we had a trash bag hanging from a command hook on my roommate’s lofted bed and yeah. That bag has saved lives. (same situation as above) Plus, you can hang hats, bags, towels, little caddies for your toothbrush off of these hooks and it’s just so nice because you don’t lose things.

7. Clorox wipes: Again, stuff gets gross, and you’ll unfortunately need to clean things (ie your mom doesn’t clean everything for you anymore). Have two packs stored because you never know.

8. Dish soap: Real dishes need to be washed well, or else you’ll get sick.

9. Sponges: For the dish soap. And the dishes.

10. Windex: For our mirror, which we wrote on with washable marker, and I killed ants with it too. 

11. Storage for food: Something airtight so bugs can’t get to it, like a trunk. We also had mice sometimes go into our vents. And then into people’s rooms. They’re looking for a warm place to hide, and food. Don’t leave food out is the lesson. But also have food in your room! Our room was well known to always have food and its really nice when you’re staying up late and everything is closed.

12. Tissues: Freshman plague is so real. You will most certainly get it, and probably several times too. 

13. Vitamins and medicine: Your immune system is gonna get a work out in college. Help it out with some vitamin C tablets. Have some tylenol or advil for headaches and aches and pains. And side note, if you’re really sick, just go to the health center, you don’t have to suffer through it.

14. Slippers: Get a comfy, cheap pair (because sometimes dorm hallways are gross, especially on the weekends) that you can wear all around your building and still be comfy.

15. Power strip: So much stuff needs to be plugged in and you definitely won’t have enough outlets between you and your roommate(s).

16. Printer: Okay, this seems a little unreasonable, but we were lucky because my one roommate had a spare one at home (how though??) and I have frequently said it is my favorite thing in our room. It has come in clutch so many times. But if you have a campus printer near you, or if its too expensive, it’s fine not to have one. But if you do get one, I would recommend getting one that is NOT wireless. University wifi doesn’t like you using other wifi (ie it won’t work). Get a printer that has a cable.

17. Plastic plates and forks: We have real dishes and silverware too, but plastic stuff is just easier clean up.

18. Rug: I almost forgot about this one.The floor gets cold and a rug also makes a room feel homier. You and your friends are gonna sit there and bond all that fun stuff, and someone might even sleepover on it (if they have a sleeping bag).

19. Chairs: So we actually didn’t have any other chairs other than the ones that university gave us for our desks and those are okay and everything, but some of our friends had these amazing, foldable, springy chairs that were so comfortable and also a lot of fun, and I am definitely getting one for my room next year. 

Other things you might need but might forget (maybe?):

Razors

Umbrella

Rain boots

Rain coat

Extra towels

Contact solution

Favorite mug

Tea

Stapler

Make up wipes

Facials

Lamp

Of course, this is not an exhaustive list, you’ll definitely need other things (like a fridge, microwave, sheets, pillows, decorations, etc), or see that you really don’t need some of the things I’ve mentioned. Honestly, do what you feel is best and good luck! I loved my first year at college! Like basically everyone, I had some trouble adjusting at first. I felt pretty lonely in the beginning too, but once you start going, things start to fall into place. I met some great people, had some great classes, and honestly, I’m going to miss my first year–even with all the excitement of being an upperclassman next semester.

I hope this helped and that you have just as great of an experience in your first year as I did–actually, even better!

Transference (M) – Chapter 05

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Summary: Hoseok struggles to process his feelings as he is haunted by his past.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 10,216

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: Here is the long awaited Hoseok POV chapter. If you haven’t read Chapters 1-4 already, I highly recommend doing so by using the links below.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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Being Roommates with Overwatch Characters:

Genji: Very quiet and respectful, never eats your food. But he never sleeps, so that can get awkward. Sometimes he does his ninja training in the living room at like 3am. When you go down to yell at him he has mysteriously vanished…

McCree: Super friendly, super messy. He will always invite you into his room to watch this cool video he found on YouTube that you’ve certainly already seen, but he just found it. He thinks the fridge is more of a communal zone. You can take his food, and he can take your’s. He prefers to cook meals to share though, not that he’s any good at cooking. Is often hungover in the mornings.

Pharah: Isn’t home a lot. She’s very focused on her career. Her interactions with you are very formal at first, kinda stiff and awkward. It will either stay that way forever, or one night of drinking and video games will break the ice and give you a million inside jokes.

Reaper: Just the worst roommate ever. The second he’s done with something, he drops it on the ground. Beer bottles? Check. Towel? Yep. Laundry? You once found a pair of his boxers in the refrigerator for fucks sake Reyes, why is this here? NEXT TO MY MILK! He always claims he was the last one who did dishes. He never does dishes.

Soldier 76: The weird roommate you met through Craigslist who seems quiet and reserved at first, but once he gets going on his conspiracy theories and how THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN he will never shut up. Constantly plays CoD on the couch. Never seems to go to work, but always pays rent on time. Does the chores with military precision.

Tracer: Lives outside of time, quite literally. So be prepared to remind her of appointments, when rent is due, that it is not in fact the weekend so could she stop playing Just Dance so loud past eleven? It’s frustrating, but she’s so much fun to be around you forgive her.  She is on first name basis with all the bartenders in the neighborhood, and drinking with her is always an epic adventure.

Bastion: You bought this old thing on eBay. They said it was non-functional, but it immediately sprang to life in your apartment. It spends all its time out on the balcony, where a flock of birds have made it their home. Every once in a while you wake up in the middle of the night to find it crouched in the corner of your room in turret mode. Then you realize someone was being loud outside and it got scared.

Hanzo: There are two Hanzos. Calm, collected, brooding Hanzo, and I’LL TELL YOU WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH SAKEsshdhshjkfk Hanzo. Hanzo is normally very organized, his room his spartan and he made a chore schedule that he treats like it is law. But about two times a week he gets shit faced on expensive sake, cries about his brother, tries to fight a house plant (claiming it knows nothing of honor when he falls on his ass), and ends the evening on the balcony, pegging passersby with perfect precision with YOUR HOTDOGS THAT HE STOLE FROM THE FRIDGE, HANZO COME INSIDE.

Junkrat: Just, an absolute disaster. Your apartment has become a junkyard. Scraps of machines all of the place. And it smells terrible because he’s constantly mixing weird chemicals in the bathtub. You’ve started showering at the gym, and are terrified when you have to pee. You’ve had three minor fires in the place since he moved in, and you’re pretty sure he’s a criminal. You’d call the cops, but his… boyfriend? You’re not sure. His giant man partner keeps coming around and staring at you silently and you’re just trying to stay alive, okay?

Mei: Is terribly sweet and friendly, but messy and forgetful. You can’t get mad at her, because she always apologizes profusely when she forgets to do the dishes or take out the trash or that this is her week to buy toilet paper. She’s often wrapped up in her work, and loves to go on exuberant explanations of the science involved that you don’t even half understand. But you smile and nod along. She’s just so excited, you can’t interrupt her. Her bedroom is cluttered with items she collected from her travels and adventures, mixed with scientific equipment and climbing gear. She always wants you to come on nature hikes. They are beautiful but exhausting. That girl has boundless energy. The only time she gets mad is if you try to throw away a recyclable.

Torbjörn: He is constantly making noise, hammering, laughing like a maniac, riveting??? WTF is he doing in his room???? He’s very cranky and opinionated (do not bring up Omnics, trust me), but after a few beers he has some of the most amazing stores you’ve ever heard. He keeps his mess to his room and only forgets to do his chores every once in a while. But food in the fridge is going to disappear and he’ll get very defensive when you ask him about it. Also, long golden beard hairs! EVERYWHERE! in the bathroom! Clean out the drain when you’re done!

Widowmaker: The most intimidating person you’ve ever lived with. Hell, ever met. She will walk around in nothing but a towel, but it’s actually kind of terrifying? Like she’s daring you to say something to her??? You’re pretty sure she’s killed at least two people in the neighborhood. No one can prove it. You feel like she’s constantly watching you in your room… you’ve looked for cameras and found nothing. She leaves for days at a time, and then suddenly appears silently in the middle of the apartment. You didn’t hear the front door open????? WTF IS HAPPENING???? She leaves all the chores to you, will pretend she only speaks French if she’s not in the mood to talk to you. You’re pretty sure you’re going to be found dead in the bathtub and there will be no records of your roommate…

D.Va: Almost never does chores, acts like she did you a favor when she finally washes a single dish. Is constantly live streaming from the couch. You haven’t been able to watch TV since she moved in. She invites you to play games just to utterly destroy your ass at them. She got sponsored by Doritos and Mountain Dew so now the apartment is full of that crap. She acts like that’s her contribution to groceries because she saw you eat a chip. You thought she hated you until someone on her stream called you a loser and she tore them a new asshole. Is this what having a sister is like???

Reinhardt: Snores like a freight train is rumbling through the apartment. You can hear it through the walls. Through your earplugs. Nothing helps. He is incredibly helpful and friendly though. Always does his chores, does a few of your’s if you don’t stop him. Loves to cook dinner, but will always make the weirdest German fusion food. Any nice thing you do for him gets the most enthusiastic thanks that it makes you want to do nice things for him all the time.

Roadhog: You’ve seen some shit, man. Shit you can never tell anyone. Mostly because it would damage Roadhog’s bad ass reputation, and you will not make him angry. His room is full of plushies. He sleeps on them in a big pile. He spends all day playing Animal Crossing and he helps paint your nails. His weirdo boyfriend? You don’t know, small manic man partner comes over sometimes, but you managed to get them to not set off any explosions in the house(by claiming to protect the plushies). When Roadhog first showed up, you were terrified. But he’s turned out to be a really sweet guy. When you’re not on his shit list. You will do anything not to get on the shit list… A UPS driver damaged his limited edition Rainbow Sparkle Bear, and you heard the screams……..

Winston: Spends all his time in his room on his computer. He’s nice enough when he comes out, but that’s usually only for more peanut butter. He’s kind of shy and awkward around you at first, but one day you ask about the glory days of Overwatch, and you get a story hour of epic proportions. After that he is your buddy. Tracer comes by sometimes, always bringing a fresh batch of bananas. Winston tries to act insulted, but you always catch him eating them later. He forgets to do his chores, a lot. He always promises he’ll get around to them. After this experiment is finished… It never gets done.

Zarya: Your living room is now a gym. She moved in a professional looking weight set and bench. “This is just for casual,” she tells you. She constantly makes “helpful” remarks about your physique. She thinks if you just did some deadlifts, your legs would be much stronger. Much more solid. You are like noodle. She tries to train you on the weight set in the living room. She proves that she can benchpress you, and then gives you some fifty pound weights “For a warm up”. May god have mercy on your soul.

Lúcio: Just the nicest roommate ever. He will sit on the couch with you until 3 am talking through your problems. He baked you a cake on your birthday. Is it your day to do chores? He saw you weren’t feeling well, so he just did them this morning. Don’t worry about it, fam, I got you. He only asks you for things on behalf of others. Will you help him organize a fundraiser for the local kid’s soccer organization? Come to a protest to improve the working conditions in factories? Could you maybe drop off this extra portion of dinner to the old lady next door on your way out? Say hi to her cats for him. The only thing that can be annoying is he can get lost in his music and forget that it’s super late. But when that wakes you up, you usually just go and sit down in his room and watch him work on his latest tracks.

Mercy: You really won’t see her that often. She is an incredibly overworked doctor. She is a very kind and patient person, but you can tell she is constantly bone tired. You don’t even ask her to do chores, you just do them all yourself. She barely ever uses dishes or makes a mess anyway. She leaves you little cakes she bought at the bodega as a thank you every now and then. Most of your communication is through post it notes, as you are often on completely different schedules. She seems nice, but you don’t really know her.

Symmetra: Everything has to be just so. She doesn’t even let you do chores, she doesn’t trust that you did them right. She will say the bathroom is filthy when it looks sparkling to you. She is constantly creating little robots to do work for her, so you don’t feel too bad letting her clean? She is incredibly sheltered, and can get hostile when you challenge her world view. But at the same time, you can tell she’s lonely and hurting. With small gestures here and there, maybe you can become friends.

Zenyatta: Just, the chillest bro you have ever met. He floats around the apartment and doesn’t eat anything so he doesn’t cause messes. He still helps with the chores, because it is more balanced that way. When you go through a break up he will listen and give you advice that honestly makes you feel better. He invites you to mediate, and makes it sound like a really great activity. His pupil, Genji, is always coming around. Zenyatta is so happy to see him. Neither of them eat, but Genji makes you ramen sometimes and its SO GOOD. They are both cinnamon rolls, and your life is better for knowing them. Occasionally Zenyatta knocks something over as he floats by, but that’s about the only drawback.

anonymous asked:

John realises how selflessly Sherlock takes care of Rosie, and it helps him realise that Sherlock is actually a person truly and completely capable of loving. Much more than any other person he has ever known.

John and Rosie have been living back at Baker Street for two months when Rosie starts crying in the middle of the day.  John is up to his elbows in soapy water at the sink, trying to clean all the dishes from the mess that was lunch, and Sherlock has been sitting at his microscope for the past hour, hardly moving, working on some experiment or another.  John knows better than to attempt to ask him to help with the dishes when he’s so engrossed.  

Rosie just sits in the middle of the sitting room, screaming.

John curses and, in his haste, he accidentally drops one of the sippy cups, successfully spilling water all over the floor.  He sighs and leans down to pick it up, chucking it back in the sink and throwing a towel down over the spill.  He’ll have to clean it up later, after he calms Rosie down.  It isn’t until he’s almost got his hands completely dry, however, that he realizes Rosie has stopped yelling.

He looks over and almost drops the towel.  Sherlock is standing by the window, Rosie curled up in his arms.  He’s got his lips pressed against her head, and he’s murmuring quiet words that John can’t hear.  Rosie hiccups and takes deep, shuddering breaths, her fists curled into Sherlock’s robe.  After a few minutes, she lays her head down on his shoulder.

John doesn’t know how long he stands there staring at them, and he can’t quite pinpoint why the image of them together like that is making his chest hurt.  He’s seen them play together in the past couple of months; he’s seen Sherlock play Rosie the violin; he’s seen Sherlock read to her.  John’s eyes slide back to the microscope at the table where Sherlock’s abandoned slides and samples sit. 

It wasn’t that he thought Sherlock was selfish enough to ignore a screaming baby in favour of his experiments.  But…Sherlock had been known to tune out almost everything when he was working.  He’d even tuned out the fire alarm once when Mrs. Hudson had accidentally set her stove on fire.  John had had to drag him out of the flat.

But somehow, at the first sign of Rosie’s distress, Sherlock had been pulled from his work.  And now, as John watches, he thinks about all of the other times Sherlock has done something like that in the past few months, smaller things that John hadn’t quite taken note of at the time.  Ignoring texts from Lestrade; coming home with new nappies when John hadn’t even realized they were almost out; emerging from his mind palace when Rosie climbed up onto the sofa with him.  Little things that seemed so small and yet weren’t.

John swallows hard, setting the rag aside, and that’s when Sherlock looks up at him, just the ghost of a smile gracing his features.  John smiles back, and his throat feels tight because Sherlock is happy like this.  He’s content with John’s child in his arms, rocking her until she’s calm, abandoning his own wants for hers.

Rosie falls asleep in Sherlock’s arms, and he takes her upstairs to put her into her crib.  When he comes back down John has made up his mind, and he’s never seen Sherlock look so shocked as when John kisses him right then and there.

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Life’s Little Pleasures:

Posepack and Dishwashing Accessories

For all the *clenches fist* smol beans in your life. All of these poses have a built-in height difference–just a general, random assortment of teeny girlfriend stuff!


Included:

  • 8 Sets of Random Height-Difference Poses (for a total of 16)
  • Plate & Sponge Accessory (*Edited EA Mesh* Low Poly-166)
  • Dish Towel Accessory (*New Mesh* High Poly- 4300)

All cc has custom thumbnails and all LODs. Plate & Sponge Accessory and Dish Towel Accessory found under the Bracelet category. Not compatible with hats.


Download | Simfileshare (no adfly)


CC Needed for Pose:

@inabadromance​‘s Old Book Accessory (Pose #4) which you can find here.

@soloriya​‘s Umbrella Accessory (Pose #5) which you can find here.

And, of course, Andrew/Scumbumbo’s Teleport Any Sim & Pose Player mods.

I also use the Executive Desk Chair (Pose #4) from the Basegame in this posepack.


Enjoy, feel free to tag me if you use them, and happy simming! (link to music inspo)

Unfortunate Events Pasta Puttanesca


Yields 2-4 servings

The things you’ll need

Ingredients

Sauce
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 clove garlic, peeled and well smashed
  • 2/3 cup strained tomatoes (or tomato paste)
  • ¼ cup pitted black olives
  • 2 tablespoons capers
  • 1/3 cup cherry tomatoes
  • 2 tablespoons chopped anchovies
  • Pinch of salt
  • 1 tablespoon Italian parsley, finely chopped
  • 2-4 sprigs of fresh basil to garnish
Pasta
  • 2 cups all purpose flour
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 3 eggs
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • ¼ cup water
Equipment
  • Large pot
  • Large sauté pan
  • Tongs
  • Rubber spatula
  • Pasta maker and cutter
  • Food processor
  • Liquid measuring cup
  • Bench flour
  • Cutting board & knife
  • Baking sheet lined with parchment
  • Clean towel for resting pasta

Let’s get started!

Sauce
  1. Heat olive oil in a large sautè pan over medium heat and sautè the garlic.
  2. Add tomatoes and lower heat slightly.
  3. Add olives, capers, cherry tomatoes, anchovies (optional), and a pinch of salt. Reduce heat slightly and simmer for 3 to 4 minutes.
Pasta
  1. Pulse flour and salt in a food processor until well combined.
  2. Make three small holes in the flour mixture and crack an egg into each well.
  3. Pulse the mixture until it starts to form pebbles and then drizzle in olive oil.
  4. Add water while pulsing until dough starts to come together.
  5. Remove dough from machine and knead a few times until smooth.
  6. Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and let it rest for 30 minutes.
  7. Cut the dough into fours, and roll each quarter through the pasta maker starting with the largest roller. Roll it through each number 2 to 3 times before making the number smaller.
  8. Roll the sheet through the pasta cutter attachment to create fettuccini.
  9. Toss the noodles in flour and let dry under a towel for about an hour.
  10. Bring a large pot of water to a boil with a pinch of salt and cook pasta for 1 to 2 minutes. Remove from water immediately and serve with sauce.
  11. Top with chopped parsley and basil.
  12. TaDa! Here’s a savory dish that the Baudelaire children would be proud to serve up!
Idiot Jar- Avengers x Reader

Request: Thank you Anon! Hope this is what you were thinking of!

“Hi! Would you consider doing #50 with a mix of all the avengers? Maybe especially Bucky?”

Prompt: 50. “I’m starting and idiot jar. Anytime you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it -more depending on how stupid the thing you said or did was.”

Notes/Warnings: None. (If I am forgetting anything please feel free to let me know and I’ll add it)

Originally posted by corneillee

Originally posted by temptatiolicious

  “I’m just saying, If I were able to time travel, that’s the first place I’d go.” Tony finished as he and Steve walked into the kitchen. You grabbed a towel and dried your hands from washing dishes.

 You looked at them with a curious raised eye brow. “I’m intrigued, Tony.” You started. “Where is it you would go?”

 Tony blushed and shook his head. “Nowhere. It’s nothing.”

 “No,” You pressed and crossed your arms. “I wanna hear this.”

 Steve grinned and ducked his head, trying to hide just how hilarious this was to him. “Go on, Tony, tell her where you’d go.”

 You looked at him expectantly and waited stubbornly for an answer. Tony shifted his weight and rubbed the back of his neck.

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i love you - boyfriend!tom

Summary: You and Tom say “I love you” for the first time.

Tom had known he loved you for a little while. It had really solidified for him several weeks earlier, a week after he’d met your parents. He’d had a rough work week in LA, and had planned to visit you for the weekend, but wasn’t sure he was up to it come Friday morning.

So with a bit of reluctance, Tom flew out as planned and found himself knocking on your apartment door, excited to see you, but tired and grumpy all the same.

When you opened the door, you gave him a sympathetic smile and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said, pressing a kiss just below his ear.

He dropped his bag in the living room and returned with you to the kitchen, where several pots and pans were resting on the stovetop. Spoons, measuring cups, and spices were scattered across the counter next to a printed recipe.

“What are you making?” he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stirred.

“That thing your mom always makes, that you made me when I was sick last month? I thought it’d be nice to come back to.”

He quirked a smile at that, genuinely taken aback by your thoughtfulness, and lifted his head to press a kiss to your temple. “I’m gonna go change,” he said, grabbing his bag and taking it to your bedroom.

He came back a minute later shirtless and in gray sweatpants, stretching out on your couch. “Mmm, I forgot how comfy your couch is,” he called over his shoulder to where you were in the kitchen.

You quickly wiped your hands on a dish towel before strolling into the living room and plopping down next to him. You snuggled into his side as he lazily scrolled through his Instagram feed with squinty tired eyes. After a few minutes you spoke. “So…you had a really long week?”

He sighed, dropping his phone on the coffee table and wrapping his arm around you. “Yeah. Lots of paps. Everywhere, all the time. And then my manager’s been calling me nonstop about a new deal we’re negotiating. I didn’t really get any sleep.  I just feel drained.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Hopefully you’ll catch up on some sleep this weekend.”

He nodded his head, running his fingers up and down your back. “How has your week been?”

“Eh, y’know-”, you were about to respond when a loud alarm sounded from the kitchen. You sat up startled.

“Wha-”

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed, racing into your smoky kitchen to pull your burning lemon sage chicken out from the oven.

Tom came running in behind you, assessing the situation, before grabbing your discarded dish towel to fan the smoke away from the alarm. You threw the burnt chicken on top of the counter, shutting the oven with a huff before grabbing another dish towel from the drawer to help Tom fan the smoke alarm.

Tom looked over to your frazzled state and frustrated expression. Your hair was sticking up in all different directions, you shirt was covered in splattered lemon sage sauce, and your cheeks were flushed red both from the heat and embarrassment. Tom couldn’t help but smile, and it dawned on him that he was crazy for even questioning whether he wanted to spend his weekend next to you.

“What’s so funny?” you questioned when you noticed Tom staring at you, giggling, and cracking his first real smile that night.

“Nothing, I just.. I -”

I love you, he thought to himself.


He’d kept it to himself that night. He hadn’t wanted to scare you off, or ruin what you guys had. But as time went on, he found himself thinking it more and more often, and getting closer to letting it slip out.

A few weeks passed and another weekend scheduled for you to visit Tom on his press tour rolled around. It was late and the two of you were fooling around in his hotel room.

You were straddling Tom on his bed, and he was extra eager, as it’d been a couple weeks since you’d been together. He roughly pulled your shirt over your head before reattaching his lips to yours. He reached around your back to unclip your bra, but got thrown off by your new clasp-less lacy bralette. Frustrated, he tugged too hard and ripped it down the back.

“Tom!” you laughed, pulling away from him in surprise.

His jaw dropped a little. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that. I’ll get you a new one, I promise. I am so sorry.” He chuckled at the stunned look on your face, making you laugh harder.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. “I still love you.” You paused for a second, realizing what you’d just said, and quickly pressed your lips back to his in a panic thinking, Dear god I hope he somehow didn’t just hear that.

He gripped your waist but pulled his mouth away from yours, certain he’d heard the words he’d craved for weeks. “What’d you just say?”

“Nothing,” you said, moving his hands up to your breasts in an effort to distract him and leaning in to kiss him again.

After briefly allowing your lips to press to his, he pulled away again, flipping you over and pinning your hands down on either side of your head.

“Tell me again,” he said with a smile.

“Hmm?” You scrunched your forehead still trying to deny what you’d confessed.

“Tell me again,” he teased, kissing your jaw, “that you love me.”

“Did I say that?” you teased back, wiggling your body in attempt to break free from his grasp.

“Mhmm,” he smiled into your neck before pulling back to look at you and releasing your wrists.

You sighed in defeat, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I guess I did….because I do. I love you.”

He grazed his upturned lips against yours. “Good. Because I love you too.”

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highly highly highly requested. we’re squealing.

xoxo, L & A

my favorite thing about fanfiction is that there’s an audience for everything, like I’ll be all shocked posting something like ‘what the hell, I just saw a fic where Dean and Cas were both dish towels??’ and sure enough at least one person will unironically reply to it with “OMG this is my jam do you have a link??” and I think that’s wonderful, bless you all

things they don’t teach you in school

- looking for a full time job IS a full time job all on its own. and it’s one of the hardest jobs you will ever have.

- take advantage of free career counselling. they’ll help you with your resume and cover letter and help you navigate job boards/markets.

- do you have friends with nice jobs? ask them about their interviews, and see if they’ll scan your resume for you. if it worked for them it might work for you.

- do your taxes every year. don’t get behind. trust me. it’s worth it.

- make your bed every morning, even if you have to be up at ass oclock.

- driving isn’t nearly as scary as it seems. bug your parents to pay for your driver training while you still live at home. tell them it’s the only way you’ll stop bugging them to drive you everywhere.

- TAKE DRIVER TRAINING. seriously, i went from panic attacks at the thought of driving to cruising in a year. maybe you won’t, but it’s invaluable information.

- if you’re going to do drugs, buy a bulk pack of test strips from amazon so you know what you’re getting. fentanyl is everywhere now and you can’t be too careful. hand them out like party favours to your friends if you must.

- get a savings account. even if it’s empty 99% of the time, just having it will make you want to save money.

- buy things like towels, bedding, and dishes from second hand stores. big ones will have pretty nice stuff and it’s cheap as hell. bonus: most of them have 50% off days where you can load up on essentials for way less.

- do whatever you can to make your minimum payments on your credit cards. it will save you SO MUCH PAIN. if you can’t make them, answer when they call and tell them how much you can pay and by when. even if it’s just $10, it’s something. never go a month without putting anything on there.

- put white christmas lights in your bedroom. it’ll make you feel better.

- if you put two-three drops of lavender essential oil in the toilet after you poop and flush, it won’t smell.

- make a digital signature. it’ll save you having to print off forms just to scan them back onto your computer.

Double Duty | M

Yoongi & Jungkook | BTS | 10.2k Words

w: for @tendershepherd and plotted with her (and she came up with the title. bless lmao) to create this mess of sub!jk & sub!yoongi, dom!reader, ass play, pussy worship, slight mxm, humiliation… and a lot more. this is so filthy. i’m sorry. lmfao

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Come Back to Me (Part Five)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Kinda fluff?? More neutral
Warnings: Mentions of small injuries and claustrophobia 
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by vintagejosh

“Hey,” you heard a soft voice say from behind you, and you felt a light touch on your back along with it. You turned your head to see Peter moving to lean against the wall of lockers. His hand slipped from your back, and you instantly missed the touch.

“Hey,” you smiled at him, turning back to your locker to stuff your books inside. “What’s up?”

“How are you doing?” He asked quietly, leaning his head closer to you as he leaned to his side and crossed his arms.

“I’m okay, Pete,” you laughed, shutting your locker and turning to lean against it as well. “They’re still yellow, but they don’t hurt as badly as they did before.”

Since the incident at the convenience store two weeks ago, Peter had been on your back at nearly all hours of the day. When he came over at night, he would be the one taking care of you. He would order you to lay flat on your stomach before always asking if he could lift up your shirt, and when you always responded with a ‘yes’, he would inspect the bruises and cuts. 

You would laughed, trying to hide your pain, as he prodded your back lightly, carefully, asking where it hurt the worst. He would then run to your kitchen, grabbing dish towels and running the sink over them. He’d come back and tell you to stay still as you felt the cold compresses being being pressed to your back. When he would take the compresses off after about an hour of him watching you to make sure you weren’t in any pain, he would take the towels off and then put Neosporin over the small cuts that littered your back.

With Peter as a distraction, you tried not to dwell on what happened that night. If it popped into your mind, you would simply feel a shiver run up your spine at the memory of being trapped under the shelves. But you were fine. You had gotten over it. You were fine.

“But what about the cuts?” Peter frowned at your response, still not liking to hear you were in pain.

“They’re healed, Peter. You looked at them last night and saw exactly that. Now come on,” you pushed off from the lockers and grabbed his arm, dragging him to follow you as you walked down the hallway to the next class you both shared.

“I know, but-”

“No buts! I’m fine. Stop worrying,” you said, interrupting him, still holding onto his arm as he walked next to you. 

“I told you. I always worry about you,” he muttered, looking down at his feet. Your breath hitched as you remember him saying the exact same words to you a few weeks back. A smile graced your face the same it did when he first said it, and you looked over at him to see him biting his lip, still staring at the ground.

God, you loved him, you thought. You stopped walking, dropping his arm from your grip. You took in a heavy breath of air, staring blankly in front of you with wide eyes. 

Oh my god. You loved him. You loved your best friend. 

Not only that. You were in love with him.

You weren’t sure how you didn’t realize it sooner. You knew you liked him, of course, you had known for years. But love. That wasn’t something that had even crossed your mind. And now that it had, it all became clear. You couldn’t have felt the way you did about him for so long to have it not become love.

How were you expected to hide this from him now?

“(Y/N)? Hey, (Y/N)? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Peter hurried to stand in front of you, holding both your shoulders with his hands. “(Y/N)?”

“I, uh,” you stuttered, staring at his worried expression.

The only thing you could think was, You loved him. It bombarded your thoughts, and you couldn’t manage to think of anything else. You loved him, you loved him, you loved him. 

“(Y/N), talk to me. What’s wrong?” Peter brought his hands up to rest lightly on your cheeks. The feeling of his skin against yours broke you out of your thoughts, and you regained focus on his face. You noticed his furrowed eyebrows and worried eyes, but the only think you could completely concentrate on now was the fact that his hands were holding your face, softly and gently as though he was afraid you would shatter into a million pieces under his fingertips.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you managed, still staring into his worried eyes. “Just- a headache, that’s all. I’m okay,” you gave him a smile that you weren’t sure how you forced onto your face. 

“Are you sure?” He whispered, hands dropping from your cheeks and shoving them into his pockets. He stood with an awkward stance, now, his eyes darting from your multiple times in only a few seconds.

“I’m sure,” you said, avoiding his eyes as much as he was avoiding yours. “Come on before we’re late,” you offered a small smile, and he gave you a nervous one in reply. 

“Okay,” he said, moving to your side again. 

You didn’t grab his arm this time. The two of you walked to class in silence, not looking into each other’s eyes, but you still snuck a few glances at him. You thought you noticed him sneak a few glances at you as well, but you ignored it.

You breathed in and out heavily, trying to keep your loud thoughts from creeping back in. It didn’t work.

You loved him. You loved him. You loved him.

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I’m not exactly sure if I’m feeling this one, but I’ve got a few more ideas if you guys would want more parts. Please let me know what you think of this part, feedback is always greatly appreciated, and feel free to tell me if you guys want another part! Requests are open :)

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While The Boys Are Away | Bobby [M]

Originally posted by sugutie

Anonymous said: Could I request a smut bobby? Where it’s your first time sleeping together? Thank you!

Anonymous said: can I request Bobby smut where you guys have been dating for a while and have the first time at his dorm when no ones over but nearly get caught at the end💜

Warning: Fluffy smut. Oral, cunnilingus, and very vanilla sex.

Word Count: 3,266


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omgcp - study buddies

Nursey walks into the kitchen. “How’s it going?”

Bitty startles, pushing himself away from the sink. “Not too bad, brownies will be out in ten.”

Nursey opens the fridge and takes out a bottle of seltzer. “How was Providence?”

“Good.” Bitty picks up the sponge, squeezes some dish soap onto it. “I babysat Thirdy’s kids while he and his wife went on their first date in, like, a year. It was really fun.”

“Sounds chill.”

“There was a lot of screaming,” Bitty admits. “And coloring. And I taught them to bake chocolate chip cookies.”

“Aww!”

“Yeah.” Bitty sets the sponge down, wipes his hand on his pants, and angles his phone towards Nursey. “Look. Aren’t they adorable?”

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BTS Reacts: their gf walking around in only their shirt

Hyung line / Maknae Line [coming soon]

Requested by infiresmannnnnnn 

A/N: im sorry if it’s not quite what you had in mind 😅😅 i just got a bit carried away since it’s my first request lol. i really wanted to show off my writing style more than anything. hope you dont mind the length (i honestly dont know how some of them got to be so long tbh *cough hoseok cough*)!!! Also I wrote so much that I hit post limit part way through Jimin’s one so I had to split it into Hyung and Maknae lines. Hope that’s okay!

(Gif’s not mine)

(WARNING: got some good ol’ PG13 makeout sessions up in here - not explicit sex obviously, but given the request you can gather its not going to be completely innocent, just wanna give you all a heads up so no one comes complaining to me lol)

Jin/Kim Seokjin:

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jin had been in your kitchen, cooking both of you dinner before he had to go back to his dorms. He had a relatively early schedule tomorrow with his members, yet he insisted on making you proper food.

“You know how much I like cooking, though, Jagiya.” He insisted. “Go have a shower. I’ll be done by the time you’re out.” He said, chuckling at you as you huffed out a “fine”.

Twenty minutes later, you were done. Upon realising you had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with you to the bathroom, you sighed, pulling on your recently discarded shirt, that barely covered your ass. Scuttling around your apartment, looking for the sweatpants you ‘swear were right there, on the couch’, Jin called you for dinner.

You walked into the kitchen-dining area with a confused frown on your face.

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Kiwi: Part One

A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo



The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.

Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.

The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.

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anonymous asked:

does anyone else get turned on when they think about watching harry do domestic shit????? like, watching him do dishes or cook dinner or fix his hair or shave and getting caught rubbing your thighs together bc it secretly turns you on a lil n he just looks at you with that damn cocky smirk half covered in shaving cream with a 'what're yeh starin' at over there, bunny?' COULD YOU EXPAND ON THIS A LIL PLS IM DYIN

I’VE WRITTEN A BLURB ABT HIM SHAVING HERE BUT OMGGGG THE DISHES ONE IS GETTING TO ME!!!!!!!

He’s clad in grey sweatpants and a loose white tank top, his hands foamy with soap as he scrubs the plates in the sink. You’d made dinner that night, so he’d deemed it fair that he clean up. You place the juice back in the fridge before turning to him, watching his back move as he hums a soft tune to himself.

“Thank you,” you say softly, and he peers over his shoulder before flashing you a smile. Your eyes trail from his face down to his neck, the taut skin pale and inviting. He’s so sweet, and his biceps bulge slightly when he reaches across the counter for more dish-soap, and you suddenly want–need–his cock in your mouth.

And, well…you’ve never really been good at controlling yourself when it comes to Harry.

“Bein’ awfully affectionate tonight,” Harry muses when he feels your lips peck against the side of his neck in quick succession. 

You hum in agreement, your arms snaking beneath his own and your fingers rucking up the material of his shirt. You splay your palms out against where you know two large ferns are inked into the skin of his hips. Harry tenses when you let your hands dip a bit further, toying with the elastic waistband of his bottoms. 

“What’s gotten into yeh?” he asks, and you want to groan, because how could he be so oblivious?

“Want you in my mouth,” you whimper, pressing your front firmly against his back. Your voice has taken on a breathy, desperate edge, just how it always does when you’re needy for him. You kiss the skin beneath his jaw before catching his earlobe between your teeth and biting down gently.

Fuck,” Harry’s knees almost buckle. He bows his head, chin nearly touching his chest as his eyes squeeze shut, “’S that kind of night? What brought this on, hmm?”

“Y’just…,” you sigh, one of your hands slipping even further down to palm at his crotch. Harry’s hips buck up reflexively, and he almost reaches out to grasp your wrist before realizing that his own hands are still covered in suds.

“You look so hot,” you mumble against his neck, fingers curling around where he’s already starting to harden beneath his pants. 

“’M just–Christ–washin’ the dishes, love.”

“I know,” you whine, because you don’t really understand it either. There’s nothing special about his actions–they’re mundane and common and normal. For some reason, though, this seems to be riling you up more than it should.

“Can I?” you ask, your breath wafting along the shell of his ear, “Can I suck you?”

“Y’wanna?” he inquires, already beginning to rinse off his hands, “Y’want me t’spread those pretty lips with my cock?”

You whimper in affirmation. Harry smirks, reaching for the dishcloth that’s hanging over the edge of the counter. He towels any excess water from his palms before turning around. The movement startles you a bit, causing you to take a step back. But then you look up at him with wide, excited eyes, and you drop to your knees with no preamble. 

“Eager little thing,” Harry murmurs to himself. He leans down slightly, running his thumb along the curve of your bottom lip. “Go on then, pet. Show me exactly how much yeh want it.”