#ive never been to a laundromat

[vertejay]

Washer broke yesterday, so now I have to pack a basket for the laundromat, this is tragic my washer was so spacious I’m crying. I could be getting ready to go out but I have to sort this out first. 💔

[possum-tooth]

up at fucking 4a worrying ab shit i CANT CONTROL RN

[lapdogchase]

how the fuck do u wash a weighted blanket

[ladysophiebeckett]

i had to visit the laundromat today to wash the thick blankets that don't fit in the washer and while i was waiting for the loads to finish, a kid walked in with two little birds on his shoulder, like a disney princess.

[rassicas]

hello!! lately i've been thinking about houses/interiors in splatoon as i've been pondering some up for my ocs, & i was wondering if there's any info on them in canon? so far the best that comes to mind is the splat 1 loading screen & that new art of acht, but I was curious on if there's anything about apartments & interiors specifically... tysm! :-]

Unfortunately we don't have much, and considering how much living spaces vary in real life even within the same culture, it's hard to say x thing applies to all splatoon households. the game developers are japanese, the game takes place in japan, and takes inspiration from japanese culture and daily life. taking that into consideration, where canon fails, i use modern japanese living spaces as a reference for imagining what an interior may look like in inkadia. headcanon aside. time to dig up what canon info i've found regarding homes and living spaces

In the Octotune album booklet we get one of the few examples of an inkling home interior, the Houzuki mansion. though pearl, as well all know, is Insanely Fucking Rich and our average inkling is NOT going to be living this luxuriously. one useful tidbit we can get from the text is this:

Q5: Wow! Is this the garage? Pearl: That's just the shoe storage, man.

the word she's using for shoe storage is ゲタばこ which is a cubby you're meant to put your shoes in before entering a house, located in an entryway. in other words, implying a cultural norm of taking your shoes off before entering (something adhered to more strictly in japan vs america). not like this is really followed in official art showing inkfish at home (except for this s1 era piece of an inkling watching tv) probs because shoes are cooler lol

let's see what else ummm bedding.

s1 and s3 dialogue for flounder heights mention futons. traditional japanese bedding typically laid out on the floor when in use, and folded up and put away in a big cubby during the day. its a common sight to see them hung out in the sun on the balcony to not get moldy. some of those things draped over the railings in flounder heights are futons.

not everyone in japan does this though- youll still see western style beds or even futons on bed frames since taking it out and putting it away is a pain in the ass. also not every apartment has a built in proper futon storage space. (...mine does, but i repurposed it into another closet and just use western style bedding lol)

same is true for inkadians too -the bed in the s1 splashscreen doesnt look like a futon to me. point is there's options for what do with the bed situation.

speaking of the apartment splashscreen for s1, there is a blurb in the artbook about it and how inklings are typically pretty tidy with their living spaces.

im sure there's plenty of messy inklings too. anyway there's just a few tidbits about living spaces in relation to canon info. unfortunately there's Nothing about the bathroom or how they bathe, though previously i shared my headcanons about how i think that could work. for the kitchen i think all we can do is assume. Acht has a fridge how surprising /s at the start i mentioned that i take inspo from japanese life where canon fails. ive spent a few years in japan so this works conveniently for me LOL but i assume most people following me do not have that experience. so for those who wanna take that japan inspo too, here's a few small things that are different in japanese living spaces that ive thought may be true for inkopolis? -living spaces are so much smaller on average (of course) -washing machines do not use heated water and like Nobody has a drier in their house. laundry is hung on the balcony, or by the window if there is none, to dry. you want a drying machine? go to the laundromat. -big ovens? like for baking? casseroles? this is Rare in japanese homes. more likely youll see like a little toaster oven. microwaves with an oven setting. i have a gas stove with a fish grill drawer like this. ive never seen this in america but i KNOW in my heart inklings would have this -tiniest fucking kitchens sometimes. a pattern ive often seen for little one room apartments is a pathetic kitchen space in the hall between the entrance and bedtoom where its like. one sink. and space for an electric burner. you want counter space go fuck yourself. if youre a broke inkling who doesnt cook much this may be the option for you. -i think every house ive been in has had a genkan in some form.

[serejae]

WE CANT BE FRIENDS | 23. BUT I FEEL SO SEEN IN THE NIGHT

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"so are you guys like friends now?" woonhak asked as he recorded the 3 of you guys walking to the park together for a shoot.

"yep, we're best friends!" jaehyun said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "don't push it myung" you glared at jaehyun making him turn to you and sulk, "you said we were friends though" he mumbled.

when you guys finally got to the park woonhak ran away hiding somewhere trying to find a good place to record you both without being caught. as he found a space, he zoomed into you and jaehyun walking. it was quiet for a bit before jaehyun spoke up "I'm sorry...i don't know why I'm so awkward alone with you..." he laughed slightly. you turned over to him and grinned at his loserness, "you're fine, we just worked things out like...yesterday. i wouldn't expect you to be all buddy-buddy with me you know?" he nodded and it went back to silence.

...

"how was your date with jaehyun?"

"i didnt go on a date with you...do you mean the fish one?"

"nono, JEONG jaehyun"

making an 'o' shape with your mouth you nodding understanding him now

"it was okay...i mean you should know, you were there." you smiled "i mean, it seemed like he was more on a date with me than you, he just ignored you and talked to me the whole time." "wow, way to rub it in myung..."

"no! i didn't mean it like that, i just wanted to know if you liked him or anything...just curious..." he peeked at you to see your head turned to him as you guys kept walking "well i didn't get to know him that much to like him you know? maybe if me and him actually TALKED, i could've but he wanted to go to a shooting range..."

jaehyun busted out laughing to which you playfully hit his arm "i took you on a better first date right?" he turned to look at you. and maybe it was the first time he fully looked at you since you two had met again but it seemed to him that you had gotten more beautiful than before, which he didn't even know was possible but it felt like he fell in love again for the first time. "you took me to a trampoline park on our first date..." "which was fun right?" "yeah, it was fun...really fun actually, then you took me to the laundromat because i told you my washing machine broke and you needed to do laundry" "hey we had hours to talk, a vending machine to which i paid for anything you wanted, as well as fresh laundry to come home to" "i never told you how much i enjoyed that, or when we went to the lame comedy club and wrote down our rankings on a piece of paper" you both stared laughing as you remembered the moment "i remember silly soosan, all we could write on her ranking was 'boo tomato tomato'" laughing you slightly lean towards him. "remembering these moments reminds me that our relationship wasn't so bad" you said looking at your feet, jaehyun nudged you a bit "ouch, but fair enough...

do you ever wonder how our relationship could've been if i didn't mess it up? like what would we be doing right now?"

"probably at another laundromat, ive been too lazy to do laundry."

"oh i get it, you would want me to do your laundry for you"

"and you would do it"

"i would..." he said under his breath

"what'd you say?"

"nothing."

"you would do my laundry?" you repeated

"oh i hate people like you, you guys pretend not to hear something then say exactly what i just said

but im serious." he stopped walking and held your hand making you stop to look at him

"what would we be doing if we stayed together"

"do we fix our issues?" you asked

"i mean we would have to sooner or later" jaehyun tilted his head slightly grinning

"do you choose music over me?"

"well, since we fixed our issue, no. no i wouldn't choose music over you"

"then we'd be-" you were cut off by your name being called.

"YN! YN!"

turning your head you see jeong jaehyun running towards you. when he caught up to you and jaehyun, jeong jaehyun caught his breath "hey..." he looked at you before turning to myung jaehyun. "whats uo Brodie" jeong said as he dabbed up myung.

"yn..." jeong jaehyun started "i wanna make it up to you and take you on a date to fix the first one"

jaehyun 1 felt like jaehyun 2 shouldve just slapped him at that point.

suddenly woonhak and leehan jumped ontop of jeong jaehyun

"WHAT THE FUCK- YN ILL PICK YOU UP AT 7 TOMORROW"

"KEEP WALKING

KEEP WALKING"

"NO-"

"JUST KEEP TALKING ILL TAKE CARE OF THIS"

"YN-"

the mix of leehan and woonhak fighting jeong jaehyun made you and the original jaehyun run.

[exitwound]

have you ever thought about shelled sea animals and like how they feel to get washed up on shore like. imagine being in your shell about it. imagine the many eyes of a scallop tuned to recognising motion and ocntrast seeing things move unusually. imagine all your ways of motion working poorely. is this clear do you understand. its like a different world that you sometimes have to go to where everytthing is different and there might be things that can kill you

ive been sitting on this ask for a month falling in love with it yes i understand its so clear i understand. and maybe its terrifying but what if it’s not what if it happens every day. what if it’s like children who roll down a grassy hill over and over just to feel a the world spin, laughing at the way all the careful attunements of their senses are left unmoored…sight, flickering like a sped-up film mostly between green and sky-blue, and sound, muffled by grass tickling their ears, and balance, whooshing laundromats whir pooling still ponds of endolymph, green leaf volatiles overwhelming their noses as the earth whispers out against being crushed, waves of dew and itchiness, their skin stained green, limbs criss-crossed with indentations, the momentary transformation of an animal into an afterimage, what the act of play, sometimes, has always been about, a glimpse into a world where nothing is the same… but i think you’re right also, and i understand, it must be like the terrifying whoosh of my heartbeat in my ears, deafening everything else, that blows through me when i sit up too fast and my vision goes black, but everywhere, your whole body pulsing, flipping over in the water, not drowning, just inside a labyrinth of pure hedge, with nothing passable; the water in which you live no longer swimmable, the barnacles made into fish, lost, the fish, pinned under rocks, helplessly waving their mouthless tails, filtering nothing, processing everything as critical information and getting no clear picture, not so much in a strange place as having entered into something so disorienting it doesn’t where you are and only what remains of you—there is never any moment where you can say that you crossed border between your world or the next. you simply were, and then you were tumbled, tossed, eroded, washed clean, caught, deposited, buried, fossilized, swallowed hole, spit out, and freed….. then prodded by sunburned children that might hurt you, intentionally or unintentionally, and will certainly take you away forever, beg to keep you, love you, and then forget about you, sunburned, wide-eyed, happy children still smelling of cut grass

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

sorry but i think i lost your plot has to be peak literature because it's one of the only thing ive ever read from start to last update in under an hour

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 14

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,163

You get caught up in some hobbying.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, crafting, bead making

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Your relationship with the older vikings, men and women alike, as their sometimes delivery girl, sometimes shepard -though that was much less of a harrowing job now that the dragons were cool, and you were afforded the privilege of spend a lot less time hiding and running- sometimes portable laundromat and shiphand, afforded you certain knowledge that other people sometimes weren’t privy to, though Berk was an open floor for gossip.

Like how the twins were always looking down because their helmets were too shallow to balance themselves on their heads, which had the consequence of making it seem as if they were always up to something. Which, coincidentally, they were- Their mother complained about them a lot in between mentions of her husband and fawning over Stoick.

You learned how to cook some from Mrs. Ingerman, and you’d taught her a few words from your time period, which was nice. 

You’d had to do Snotlout's laundry and clean his room on more than one occasion, even had to pull it out of his basement room more than once, which you were thoroughly disgusted by. You’d learned a lot more about the guy from that experience than you’d ever wanted and had refused to take any of the Jorgensons’ laundry from then onward.

You’d even done things for Hiccup and for the Chief, mostly things he was unaccustomed to doing as he was too busy acting as the leader of the village and things Hiccup missed because he was too busy doing whatever he did out with the riders. You were sure Hiccup’d had no idea just the same as Snotlout. 

There were a few things you were certain to never bring up, including but not limited to a hastily drawn but very detailed sketch of your face shoved in a notebook tossed under his bed, not particularly helpful in terms of putting to rest the whole crush thing, or the small pail of screws he was sure to have brought back from the forge without his father’s blessing.

You were in denial a little bit, yeah. 

You should probably tell him. About the whole being in his room thing. But you wouldn’t. Definitely not.

It seemed, though, that despite this extra eye into the working world of Berk, you’d still ended up missing a few things.

Berk was… A community. You weren’t sure how you never realized that.

The Great Hall was filled with warm laughter, people patting each other on the back, men and women sharing stories about their kids and, often enough for you to take notice, Hiccup. It looked like raising him was a group effort.

Off in the corner were others at a table by shallow baskets which were shaped like oblong gold pans filled with fine powder and shells, men and women sitting along the side sorting dragon scales and grinding them down with flat stones and clearly chiseled pestels.

Dragons squealed and bobbed around your periphery, tossing and picking up what must’ve been colorful, neutral stones.

Large men and women and children hunched over the tables all over the hall, rearranged so that they were all closer to each other, parallel as they whittled away at things you couldn’t completely see, tables lined with leaves and the occasional plate.

It was well lit.

People filled the halls between tables with joyful conversation, playfully batted at each other and sat back. The whole space was bustling and also relaxing, somehow.

In the background was Ack arguing with some blonde woman, but even that was nice. You could tell he didn’t mean it and neither did she, shooting back just barely inaudible jabs with each other.

You were mindful of the basket in your arms full up with his laundry, just recently cleaned and aired out. 

You had stopped in your tracks at the sight, standing just before a short table placed perpendicular to the rest as if the lady sitting there was the guard to some booth or other. 

You looked down finally, noticing how she looked at you nearly eye level with a raised brow. She had plenty of wrinkles on her forehead, which told a lot about a life made by concern and stoicism. She also wore a large, very off white apron over a grayish vaguely beige long sleeve short and a long brown skirt, which you only just barely caught sight of as she lifted it up to wipe down something in her hand.

She had a shallow basket in front of her filled with what looked like beads and various strings, needles and small carving knives with wood shavings laid on the cloth-covered table around her.

“Hi,” You said, breaking the wall between the two of you. 

“...Hello, dear,” She responded, after a while, settling down her skirt and placing a colorful bead back into her basket. He picked up a needle instead, which you saw was already attached to a long string with beads all down the length. 

You wondered where they’d gotten the dye for it. Could dye even be used on glass? Was it glass?

Instead of asking those questions, you shuffled your feet.

You glanced at a white sleeve flopped over the side of the basket, which you held by a bar on the other side and pressed into your hip, “What’s going on?”

“Crafting is going on,” She said, plainly.

You nodded, “I like it.”

It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Vikings wandering around Berk, trying their hand at leatherworking and carving and other things. Now that they had the time, being assaulted a lot less by Dragons, the Berkians indulged their more artistic inclinations, exercising muscles for skills they’d never been able to before.

“I mean, this is great. What started it?” You asked.

You wanted to join in. It might be nice.

“Oh, you haven’t seen? The pride of Berk, walking around with his little bead like a bird,” She chortled fondly, “Did you see it? I wonder who gave it to him? Lucky girl. He has, dare I say it, started a trend.”

A bird? You quirked your lips up at what was most certainly an exaggeration. You hadn’t seen anything like that. You failed to mention that you’re the one who made it.

You wondered if Hiccup knew about any of this at all. You didn’t. 

“How do you know it was a girl?”

You turned. The spoken voice belonged to one of the women you’d see before in the Hall. She came over, done fussing with Ack in the background.

She was also blonde, a brighter, more yellow shade with a few less gray hairs. And she was large, also, with broad shoulders and a strong presence. Her arms were the largest between them. 

She wore tight trousers and a large though not long tunic. Her boots were plain leather and looked to be of the pirate variety. 

You pondered the idea that they might be related, or at least good friends.

“Look at him!” The first lady put down her needle, resting it in her shallow basket again, a glass bead falling down the string as she did, gesturing with her hand, though there was no Hiccup in sight, “He’s so happy! So proud! The small thing. He’s got too much energy for his little bones to handle.”

You thought he might be offended if he heard her say that.

“Oh, don’t be delusional,” The one with big arms huffed, “And don’t let him hear you say that.”

“But I’m right!”

“You’re wrong! He’s no myth, sweetheart. You can’t go around treating him like one of your little stories,” She shook her head, crossing her arms. 

“The Ragnar is real!” She insisted, staring down the Ack lady, meeting her eyes until the other woman rolled her own. You could tell it was a disagreement as old as time itself, but like with the other woman’s squabble with Ack, there was no malice in it, “Beowulf, too.”

They were just putting on a show.

You felt your lips stretch wider. It felt good to be a part of, even as a witness.

“Well, anyways, I’ve been thinking of making it a regular thing. You know, putting it on a schedule. Craft nights…”

You nodded excitedly, “It’s very modern.”

“Do you think so?” She asked, pleased.

“You don’t think we’ll have better things to be doing?”

“Our ancestors used to do it, can’t see why we can’t.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Oh, yes. Read a passage about it once, saw a note or something like in one of the dragon books. Glass beadmaking,” She looked up wistfully, pausing briefly in her rhythmic sewing, “I always wanted to try it… But we had no forge, no beads, no time, then, either. I was just a little girl. But now…!”

She picked something small but shiny out of the basket in her lap, ooh-ing to herself.

You were on the outside, kind of, though not on purpose. Everyone was welcoming enough, though they were much too busy fighting with the dragons to notice much or throw a party or anything. You were never excluded but you always had better things to do, too, so, well.

But this was here, and it seemed convenient. 

“Dear, come sit down,” She squealed slyly, voice both quick and dragging, face gleeful, which seemed out of place on her wide, bult frame and stern face.

“Okay,” You said, beaming.

You stuck mostly to the woodworking bead types. 

The image of glass beads shattering midair was frightening, though you were sure that none of the dragons around here could reach those speeds. Flying that fast might be dangerous for people too.

Most of your beads were probably going back to Hiccup anyways.

Of course, you had your own handful of small colorful semi-porcelain.

You tried a bunch of colors of all different types, and ended up with a handful of each. It was cool, to the super-so degree, and it was free. It seemed good will did a lot, and community bonding exercises were meant to be just that and nothing else. There was a line of Vikings, adults and children alike, ready to do their own part and bring things in anyhow. 

Many Vikings used ground up dragonhide to dye and waterproof beads and to mix in with melted glass in order to give it a pretty stain.

It was interesting, especially now that many Vikings were using Dragons in place of a kiln, and how they’d set up small buildings with bricks and some coal and used those too.

It was disastrous, at some moments. There were many burns, mostly small, that people went up to Gothi for, saying their goodbyes in bummed tones. 

Gothi must have had enough of it because she came down eventually to manage the glassmakers and smack the unfortunate.

It was… nice. 

The afternoon light was surprisingly nice on your face. It felt a lot nicer and your chest felt lighter, the world awash with things bright and endearing.

You looked forward with a winning smile at Hiccup.

“You liked the one I gave you, right?” You held out a handful of blue glass and wood beads to Hiccup, “They’re doing craft days in the Hall. I made some.”

You had a bunch of others in pouches around your belt.

You didn’t have anywhere to put them besides. You had no dragon to ride, so in time you might favor the glass ones. You had trouble with a few of them. The dragonhide did a great deal to make the glass more sticky when it heated up.

“You’re going to see a lot more people around with beads on.”

There were not enough leaves and pouches for all your sorted beads so they were sort of mixed, but you got a hold of a good few before it was time to clean up and you fled before anyone could notice. The hall would still be active for a while.

“You started a trend, I think,” You said, matter-of-factly.

It was impressive. Trends usually fell to the Chief, who recently had been trying to approach you though he always got carried away by tasks before he could. 

Hiccup had a sort of goofy smile on his face which consisted of a slightly upturned lip and the framing of his two largest front teeth which dropped as, as it looked like, he snapped back into himself, “What?”

“Yeah,” You said after you finished unloading the rest of his pouches into his arms and turned to walk away.

You looked around as you fled, making sure no one was watching.

He looked down like he wasn’t sure what to do with all of them, and also a little bit put off.

You wondered if you overdid it.

A small weight shifted by your ankle as you walked, the coins you’d slipped into a side pocket in your boot. You were going to ask around for some seeds.

[bfwonho]

AITA but i dont wanna use reddit

ok you know what here is the situation. my (only recently) 20 yr old friend (i met them four years ago when we both worked at mcd) lived with their strict, emotionally abusive, overprotective parents until recently. their parents would confiscate tech for yrs at a time, wouldn't let them get vaccinated (i had to help them do that), guilt and shame them, etc. also obviously homophobic and my friend is transfem nb and queer. theyre also the eldest sibling of quite a few and had to handle the pressure of that responsibility and their parents never wanted them to do normal things like getting a car and moving out. i was always there encouraging them even when we stopped working together bc i was like fuck this naive gullible homeschooled kid has no one and they remind me of my younger sibling and im gonna be there for them as much as i can. the only reason they even got a car eventually is cus i kept telling them to so they cld move out

cut back to barely a year ago, they're still so naive and gullible they've lent like 1k+ to ppl who won't pay them back, but they still have like 10-20k in savings and now their own car. they also get into digital art with my help and get into furry porn or whatever. im like ok i guess ur an adult now do what u want. and then theyre like "ive got an online partner from CANADA!!! (we r australian) don't freak out i know it's bad but he's 30." i'm like oh god. they've been together 3 months ish and my friend RLY wants to visit their fuckass boyfriend and i'm like please be careful, please wait at least a year, i know u wont wanna listen to how i rly feel about this but at least just take these precautions. i'm also like when you do meet irl he should come here ur barely 19 and he's 30 like it only makes sense. and theyre like "thank u i promise i will do that"

and then maybe 10 or 11 months into their relationship i find out my friend is in canada with their bf, and has been for like a month, and i only know this bc they're asking if i can pick them up from sydney airport. im like errr that's pretty far away but take the train and i'll pick you up from the station and they're like ok sure! and i ask a bit more about it and find out they believe their parents have been hacking into their laptop because why else would they be suspicious that this canadian guy is their boyfriend, i'm like actually no offense but it's really fucking obvious i don't think they did that... and they're like "yeah anyway my parents are no longer picking me up which is why i need a lift, i admitted i have a boyfriend and they're calling him a pedo (and i almost agree but i just smile and nod) and so i'm not going back and taking their bs anymore, i'm gonna sleep in my car if i have to" so i offer for them to stay at my place for a few weeks.

they go get their stuff from their place, i buy them a pizza cus they havent had dinner, i help them get their stuff inside, set up a temporary bed. they tell me they plan to be out within a few days, i tell them they can stay longer if they need to, but currently their only job is doordash and they should focus on getting a real job so they can find a place and i'm more than happy to help them find somewhere. theyre the type of person to say sorry for everything and not let themselves ever feel comfortable, so i make sure they know they can use the kitchen and bathroom and everything while they're here and to not feel like a huge burden, im gonna be charging them a tiny bit of rent anyway so yeah.

now tell me why it's been over a month, they've applied to only a few places, i specifically put in a good word with them at my job and told them to call back and ask about the application and they just haven't, they've just been doordashing and filling my entire fridge and cupboard with their food, i tell them to use the laundromat cus we don't have enough space for their washing too and they end up asking if they can use our washing machine anyway (i reluctantly say yes), they destroy all my kitchen sponges on washing this one shitty pan i have cus they have to cook an entire grand meal from scratch for breakfast lunch and dinner, they wash up but i'm the only person who cleans the floors and the bathroom so now i'm feeling cramped and stressed out...

i ask my mum about what to do, she says give them 2 weeks to move out, my mum is a guarantor on my lease so in the group chat i explain the situation and say they have 2 weeks, they NEVER RESPOND and start not coming home until late at night... i'm considering moving into another place with a friend atp so i'm like yo maybe you can get on this lease and THEN they respond and start showing up again... and today i called and updated mum on the situation and her partner got on the phone, me and my sibling only got this place cus he apparently called in a favour cus we were rly struggling to find any fucking housing, and so he says "tell him i mean THEMMM if theyre not out tomorrow i will forcibly remove them" and so my sibling makes sure to tell them this face to face so they cant avoid actually responding. i also find out today that this whole time they've been flat broke (to the point they had to borrow my money just to get petrol despite doordashing like 40 hours a week) because they HAVE BEEN HELPING. PAY. THEIR GROWN ASS. SHITTY FUCKING USELESS. PARTNERS. RENT. THIS GROWN ASS MAN NOT ONLY HAD THEM PAY TO GO SEE HIM AND SUCK HIM OFF AND COOK FOR HIM. NOT ONLY WAS LETTING THEM GO BACK TO AUSTRALIA AND JUST BE HOMELESS. BUT HE IS ACTIVELY TAKING THEIR FUCKING MONEY. despite all of this i am deep down INCREDIBLY GLAD that my mum's partner put his foot down to get them out of my house and i feel guilty about it despite risking eviction cus im breaking my lease agreement by having them here loooll

tldr my 20 yr old friend has been living in my house illegally for over a month bc they refuse to go back to their shitty parents, they are however broke and don't have a stable job and their 30 yr old boyfriend is leeching off of them, and now i'm essentially kicking them out of my place within 2 days because my own housing security is at risk

[marsixm]

screentime check in for my first full day off since getting new phone:

7 hours feels like a lot but:

*im not counting the 40 minutes i had my map open to drive somewhere

*about an hour and a half of this was watching youtube at the laundromat while doing a sudoku book which imo shouldnt count against me as hard as anything either

*like 10 minutes was playing yahtzee on my phone while taking a 30 minute walk listening to taz

*no social media site including tiktok (which tbf i dont have an addiction to, but the fact that its video feels like it should mean im on there longer) was above 40 minutes (and i apparently never opened instagram at all)

all in all not ideal, but i have done a lot today! ive been cleaning and getting tasks done and doing things i enjoy. unfortunately i did open today with some sadness and feelings of inadequacy, hence staying on my phone for a long time this morning typing. other than that i do feel like any amount i was on my phone today was very incidental

[catspinach]

updates on my life:

someome just stole a rug and 2 laundry baskets from me at the laundromat so uh love that.

i applied for my own place and they told me they would get the paperwork in and contact me the next day, and we discussed my move in date and it really seemed like i had the place! i called every day for 2 weeks and they never got back to me. so i would have been moved out by now but everything wrong happens to me so ofc it didnt work out again

i have some friends who are looking to move out with a 3rd roommate, but they live a town over and id maybe have to transfer jobs and id rather not if thats possible lol. but im not opposed. theyre willing to move up but not in green bay, and we're looking for places as far down as oshkosh if that means anything to anyone. i was initially scared to move too far away from my mom because she needs me, but maybe that's just me being scared to leave home. i gotta eventually, though, and i might as well now while i have a good stable job and my car loans almost paid off

in other news, ive been listening to a lot of lil peep recently because i ran into an old highschool friend who is not doing great.. he was barefoot outside a walgreens with fucked hair and obviously high out of his mind and i felt bad. i just really really hope he does better for himself idk. he was a good guy but he was just spitting nonsense to me about seeing lil peep in the afterlife and how adam and eve were monkeys? and i really hate being put in situations, but i smoked a cig w him and let him ramble, and he was surprised i recognised him and remembered his name.

hmm what else is new?

my dog has recovered from his vestibular episode and my cat has recovered from his PU surgery!

i think thats all the rowan life updates

[eggs-can-draw]

komaeda anon: fun fact ive never been in a laundromat but i have experience in being in places at night and the vibe of the dark is just oughghghg

yeeeee ye eyeyeyeeye Also forgor to mention but it has the same vibe as taking a shower at like 4am before heading to the airport I cant explain why it just has that same kinda liminal in a non liminal space feeling to it

[royaltrios]

spin cycle fic notes

brought to you by the laundromat near my house. keeping with the trend of feeling high off of how easy it is to write fic set in modern day

as with the last few fics, i wrote half of this at my desk at work. the absolute hubris i have from none of my coworkers being able to read whts on my screen is going to lead to a icarus esque moral one day

i usually outline fics (or at least thats what ive been doing becuase i realized while writing this that the past few fics ive posted have all been over 10k? weird) so i went to do that for this but only ended up writing like 3 sentences mostly concerning scene transitions. i didnt know how to begin it at first until i looked over and saw the first thing id written for my notes was “satomi’s doing laundry.” so the first sentence is as such. but it was really fun to write something short and horny without a plan tbh i want to do it more this year

second time writing from satomi’s pov. established relationship is funny because i can constantly put in how fed up he is with kyoujis... everything. bro is reconsidering life choices as he gets fingered, the best type of character to be in the head of. similarly i feel like i pushed kyouji being creepy towards satomi here quite a bit but in my defense its fun and people like it. and also crucially i like it. me waving and gesturing wildly at the established relationship tag as explanation for him feeling comfortable enough to do that and satomi being in too deep with him to reject it. when was the last time i wrote smut from the pov of the guy getting fucked. i literally do not remember.

satomi gave me trouble here though towards the end. i did not know what i wanted him to be thinking about seeing as i believe he tries not to think about stuff while hes getting fucked... i went for a sprinkling of self hate (hes 19 and definitely still figuring out his sexuality) with a dash of, like, 'i unfortunately trust this guy very much' in the end, which i think worked alright.

ive been reading sooo much kyst doujinshi so i think that really influenced me, esp kimura + hankoro’s stuff. pleeease check them out. kimura san is like The kyst artist. but both their stuff is i think my perfect kyst:

i love the way kimura san does kyouji and i love the way hankoro san does satomi... so good.

i have been wanting to name a fic spin cycle for seriously like at least 4 years, since p5r came out and i had the idea to write akeshu accidentally fucking in that laundry room. sorry boys someone else got there first

did in fact write this to put off writing my call me by your name kyosato au. i meant it as something to work on while i chipped away at that, but got into it this weekend and kinda just banged it out. my b future me

i have never eaten anything from chateraise. sorry.

[doom-player]

I feel such intense excitement about loving this comic so wholly because it is something i can never take away from who i am because it shaped me as a person and i might explode in this laundromat RIGHT NOW

Like. I wouldnt be who i am at all from middlesxhool to now i have been part of fandom and ive learned so such and explored my identity and now it is something that brings me so much joy and comfort i just. Aiuuuu

[cam-see-yuh-nna]

Back like I never left

OMg OMG OMG GOMG OMG

the cost of living is at an all time high. Yall when i was younger it was like 20 bucks maybe 40 to wash my entire families clothes at the laundromat. Bro I left my house with 10 bucks thinking its jsut my stuff I prob won’t need anymore. Like i thought i was gonna come here and just chill. Bro 16 bucks already spent on just washing. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG AHHHH. I really need to get better at my budgeting an dhow I spend my money. I want to show up as a person I am proud of. It something that really makes me mad. Cause i have only been able to save due to my circumstance of living at home. I also think when I move out god willing next February that I will have another spurce of income that will help me pay 100% of my rent or at lest 50%. Like if i can even get an extra 1 k a monthat that would be amazing. But yeah anyways I kinda like who i am right now. I’ve been going gym (uk girl accent). Ive been thinking of making music more tbh i haven’t put to much action into pracice yet. But i think ive gotten to the point where i really am over waiting for XYZ to get better or anything like that. I think I’m moving to a good place honestly. Like I really really think so. I’m also not like omg i gotta get ready for next year and not putting in action now. I know as the year comes to an end it feels like OMG what am i gonna do what am i gonna do. But I hope that of ocurse i improve on different parts of my life. But Most importantly I hope that I continue to have slef belief and a positive outlook on who I am and what I can do. I hope to continue to do it bad till its the most amazing thing to me.

[countyouriuckystars]

ohhh my god i never knew about the csom mods thats disgusting i hope the victims are okay . the game is mediocre and full of disgusting people but i did really love the map and building designs i always wished i could do a real roleplay there (i even made up an oc for it ! he was a mildly corrupt lawyer who shouldve been at the club. also he was a closeted gay man) (i miss you jersey i rlly need to use you for something else..) it literally sucks that theres NO good roleplaying games on roblox especially if youre a stupid furry who loves animals because the mods are always corrupt or i hate the models or everyone else who plays is annoying. Omg sorry this is so cringe i love roblox though ive been playing it for 8 years now i love it so bad i miss old robloxxxxx (it also sucked but im nostalgic)

real and TRUE!!! jersey sounds amazing. i hope he gets to the club soon...i made a little oc his name was michael hes like 10 and he immigrated from russia to whatever town csom is set in? i remember somebody calling it eluka. i think jersey and michael would be friends maybe... the buildings are cool as hell i think my favorite one is the little shopping center with the laundromat and the grocery store...or maybe the tiny office area thats above the hair n nails place. also thats so real how theres no good roleplay games round these parts sob sob...i used to play that one warrior cats game cuz i liked the kitty pet house but it can barely run on my puter and i dont know anybody there so its scary. Also do not apologize for roblox posting! This is your house!!!!!! oooh old roblox...i kinda miss old meepcity. the fnaf parties were fun and i liked dressing up as frisk undertale. i wish alexnewtron wasnt a freakazoid and actually cared about the game because i miss the updates. i remember the kitchen update and i think that was like...it. frown.