#laundromate

[kingdom-of-shamballa]

I am

Waiting to fill the washing machine

Just before the lunch

I did it in the laundromate

First reading & then netflix

I am happy & satisfied

I am that i am

[rise2-n-rines3]

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[biffmitchell]

Saturday morning, two men and a woman form a triangle in a sentient laundromat that gets into their minds and tells their stories. When the laundry is done, their lives are suddenly clean and each is ready for a new start.

[bluesuns3t]

Oh well as you know I've already post about this before. Buuuuttttt... I don't know. Maybe I just sooo obsessed with man who ask for consent

Recently, I'm just so captivated with Japanese BL because how Japanese people's portrait about being gentleman is just *chef's kiss*

I mean look at this student asking about opening a door like it meant to be something intimate about they relationship. Like opening a door means you accepted me to your life

- from minato's laundromate

Or this gentleman. Gosh it's really bothering me knowing the truth he's able to do something (like kabedon him or something) but he choose to wait and make sure his partner ready

-from Mr unlucky has no choice but to kiss

I mean GOSH. They really put my expectations HIGH. Ahhh I'm so tired

But but... as a woman I also like when a man assert their dominance

I mean- AAAAAAAAARRGGHH

-from old fashioned cupcake

I don't know how many times I've watched old fashioned cupcake especially ep 4 where Togawa confess his feelings to Nozue cause that scene is really AAARGGHH I can't-

- from my beautiful man : eternal

And this scene from my beautiful man : eternal, rent free in my mind right now. Cause have you seen Hira's face. This man is obsessed with Kiyoi. He is willing to do anything for Kiyoi. Ahhh.. I like this movie so much.

From the past week I thought I was depressed but turned out I just not watching BL enough to boost my mood. I'm okay now btw eheheh..

Okay, I want to watch more BL now. Bye

[spiritsword-with-a-hat]

Maybe the blackout is only local. Try to find the fuse box and restore power.

You instinctively reach to your left. Feeling a lightly rusty iron desk underneath your fingers, you trail along it until you touch a handle and force the fuse box open. The main switch is in the right down corner, you recall. By touch alone you recognize that it is off.

You switch it. Click. The basement remains dark, but somewhere above you you hear the faint clinking of fluorescent lamps turning on and the asthmatic whirring of the office AC reluctantly waking up.

Now that you have power back on, you hit the lightswitch next to the door. Let there be light: Click.

The basement is probably even more boring when you can see just how empty it is. It is, in fact, a collection of broken washing machines. When you first acquired the property, it was a closed laundromant. You had refurnished it to law offices, but several of the decommissioned machines had been left behind by the original proprietor, and he never answered your calls when you wanted to ask him if he'd pick them up.

You had been able to sell several of them for parts, but truth is that the models are so old and so damaged, that at this point the most expensive part is the paint. You still haven't found the time nor the loading capacity to move the remaining broken washing machines to a scarp yard.

It's a little wonder that the door to the basement were unlocked, the entire office had adopted the habit to lock it the first time your son has ventured down here and decided to "play laundry" which meant he crawled inside of the drum and spun in it as fast as it'd allow him to. Gave everyone rather the scare, especially you. Did nothing to slow you graying either.

Well, now that you can see, you suppose you can get back to the office. You turn the basement lights off again on your way out.

Upstairs, once the lights are on, you are greeted with a disaster: Most of the filling cabinets are flung open. Papers are scattered everywhere, although you've already known that. A lot of chairs is knocked over, even those you know you haven't touched. Several light-casings have detached themselves from the ceiling and fallen on the ground, along with specks of plaster here and there.

[General disarray] added to Thoughts. That's rather the euphemism for what has happened here...

The blinds are down on all the windows. The analog clock made it from the wall down and crushed the potted plant underneath it, but it keeps on ticking steadily, informing you that it is 15:13. The time seems significant, but you can't recall why.

Besides the door to the cellar, there are three more door: One leads to the lounge with the adjacent crash-room, one to the kitchenette which had a washroom attached, and finally the last one leads out.

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[sepp-gw]

If you’re at a Target and you see someone wearing a Target shirt and because of that you determine that they work there guess what? That’s Laundromancy and that’s witchcraft. The church has been notified and you will be hanged.

[whereareroo]

ASTORGA

WF UPDATE (6/30/23): DAY 3

When we started out today, at 7:30 a.m., it was cold outside. It was only 45 degrees. We wore our warm shirts. When we finished, at about 1:15 p.m., it was a beautiful 75 degrees.

We covered 10.4 miles. We don’t rush. We take numerous breaks for snacks, photos, and other diversions. GC1 likes to stop at every playground that we see. He also likes to take pictures of cats. We see a ton of cats.

We hit our first rolling hills today. Nothing too big. The flat areas are farms. The crops are corn or wheat. We also walked right through the middle of a dairy farm.

We were close enough to touch the barn. We could touch the cows that were feeding in a pen right next to the barn. Weird.

At the top of the biggest hill, we came across three little huts that were built in the yard of a farmhouse. The proprietor of the huts was a hippie in his 40s. He had a serious “zen” vibe. The huts housed table after table of drinks and snacks for passing Pilgrims. Everything was free. The hippie says that he improves his life by giving gifts. It would take pages for me to list all of the offerings. One table was full of every fruit imaginable. Another was filled with all sorts of homemade baked goods, including cookies, muffins, and numerous breads. The beverage table had coffee, tea, and at least ten different fruit juices. There was a table full of nuts and cheeses. There was a table full of chocolates.

We enjoyed some great snacks. GC1 made his own orange juice with a fancy fruit press. I grabbed a few hard boiled eggs for the road. The guy was serious about not wanting anything in return. When I pressed him to take a donation, he pushed back and said that he’d be insulted. When I continued to press, he begrudgingly said that if I was afraid of bad karma I could leave a donation in the small can under the fruit table. It wasn’t easy to find the can. I left an appropriate donation.

At that stop we met a travel writer, in her late 60s, from California. She was swapping stories with an old guy from Florida who enjoys adventure vacations. We also met a guy from New Zealand.

As we were approaching Astorga, our home for the next two nights, we walked for about a mile with a girl from Argentina who is in her early twenties. We’ve seen her before. She is walking with her parents, who were way ahead of her. She works remotely, in Argentina, for a shipping company that is located in Dallas, Texas. She says that the economy in Argentina is a horror show, and that the currency is almost valueless. Almost all of her friends have moved to other countries. She stays in Argentina because that’s where her family is. She says that this trip is an outrageous extravagance for her family, but they’re doing it anyway. She urged her parents to walk El Camino while they were still physically able to handle a long hike.

Astorga is an ancient city with an interesting history. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, on our day “off.” One quick “fun fact” about Astorga is that it’s home to the Maragato People. The Moragatos are an ancient tribe, originally Celtic in origin, that date back to the BC era. They’re sort of like Gypsies. They stay away from other people, and they only marry within the tribe. They have many unusual social and spiritual practices. Today, there are approximately 4,000 Maragatos living in the hills near Astorga. They’re famous for a meal called “Cocido Maragato.” It’s a heaping platter of cabbage, potatoes, chickpeas, and seven different meats. That’s what we had for dinner. Yummy.

We’re staying in a fancy hotel. Once upon a time, it was a “palace” for some minor royal dignitary. It’s been owned by the current owner’s family for 238 years. The room is giant. The location is very good. GC1 enjoyed a “swim” in the supersized bathtub. We’ll be here for two days.

There’s a laundromat down the street. I wash our stuff by hand every night, but I’m no match for a commercial washing machine. I had a successful visit to the laundromat. We have clean clothes. Life is good.

I’ll have more time to talk tomorrow. Adios.

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

The Lucky Shirt

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: You were sure you had the right bag. But turns out, when you walked head first into a wall of perfection, you swapped laundry bags with him by mistake. Now, you’re stuck with only his clothes to wear and not much time to find him again before the presentation that could change your life.

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 1600

Warning: stress from work, but mostly fluff

Squares: Laundromat meet cute for @anyfandomfluffbingo​​​​

A/n: This is the first thing I’ve written in a while, so it’s not perfect, but I’m trying to fight that writer block and my heartbreak with some fluff. I’m still working on the requests I have, I just had to write something else to try and clear my mind

It was your first apartment and it was a good deal. The rent was cheap, but you had everything you needed, a bathroom, a bedroom and a kitchen. Three rooms, small, fourth floor, a balcony opening on the road below. Nothing special, but it was your home.

The only thing missing was a washing room. Not that you had a washing machine anyway, it was already complicated to leave home to go and live alone. And there was a laundromat down the road, so there was no need at the moment.

A week after moving in, a pile of dirty clothes was slowly turning into a mountain of laundry in the corner of your room. You finally had a day off, so you took advantage of it, put the clothes in a trash bag and headed to the laundromat.

It had to be said, you always had that problem of focusing on the task at hand. While the clothes were being washed, you were on your phone, texting your boss about your next work and playing candy crush at the same time. Once the washing and drying was done, you put back everything in your bag and walked to the exit, your eyes still glued to your phone.

That’s when you hit it. The wall. Well, you thought it was a wall, with how hard and solid it was. With a little shriek, you dropped everything you were holding. Your bag was luckily tied and rolled away while your phone crashed and a broken sound echoed in your ears.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, immediately going for your phone, sighing in relief when you saw the device had no damage, as the phone case took all of it.

“Son of a bitch, I’m so sorry,” someone said and legs entered your sight. Your eyes roamed up, noticing bowlegs hidden under the distressed jeans. Up and up and you saw flannel, black shirt, and finally, perfection.

That man was beyond beautiful. Getting up quickly, you stared at him for a few seconds, getting lost in his magnificent green eyes. “It’s uh… My fault, I should be looking where I go,” you managed to mutter as you understood you didn’t walk into a wall, but into him.

“It’s fine, really, you got all the fall damage,” he grinned at you, and god, that smile was devastating. “Your phone’s okay?”

“Yeah,” you awkwardly smiled, waving your phone to show him. “It’s okay.” You stayed like that a couple of seconds more before noticing it was plain creepy to stare at him. Gosh you were so awkward. “I should be going, so… It was nice uh meeting you,” you babbled, walking quickly to the trash bag on the floor to pick it up.

“Hey, wait,” the man said and you turned your head towards him. “What’s your name?”

You pondered if you should tell him, after all, it wasn’t everyday that you met the perfect man in a laundromat. Perfect man that even asked for your name. You had to take that opportunity, go out, see him again, do something else than work…

But you were too stubborn and invested in your work for that.

“I’m late, sorry!” You said instead of answering. 

It was only back home that you realized you should have told him your name and asked for his.

At first, nothing was wrong. You threw the bag in your room, planning on putting away the laundry in your drawers later. There were things you needed to do before work tomorrow if you wanted to have that holiday off next week and perhaps, that promotion you wanted so much. 

Around midnight, your eyes were burning, so you decided to call it a day and go to bed. In the darkness of your room, your foot met something round and soft, and you remembered your laundry. You had to put it away before it wrinkled in the bag.

Once the light was on, you opened the bag and fetched one item inside.

“Huh?” You wondered as a green, long sleeve shirt emerged from the bag. You didn’t remember buying that shirt, let alone wash it, but maybe you were just too tired to remember. You shrugged it off and plunged your hand inside for another item. This time, a white button up shirt appeared. Your brain started to spin as you got the next clothing quickly. Ties. T-shirts. An endless amount of flannels. Men’s underwear. Black socks. “Fuck.”

As men’s clothes formed a mountain of problems around you, you realized you had the wrong bag.

-

Finding one particular person in this big ass town you were not familiar with turned out to be more than difficult. It was impossible. 

Not only were you stuck with the green eyed man’s clothes, but you had nothing else to put on except the clothes you had on today and joggers. And tomorrow you had an important day at work, you had to leave a good impression on your boss! You couldn’t go to work with… those!

It was too late to go shopping since it was midnight. And tomorrow, your shift was way too early for you to buy clothes before it started. You had no other choice but to wear his stuff.

The next morning, it was with anxiety at the top that you put on his green shirt, noticing it was very comfortable, in the end, and picked a random pair of jogger pants. That would have to do, you were already late.

Turned out, your outfit didn’t seem to please your boss. Even if your presentation was more than perfect, flawless, even, that you worked your ass off for it, the moment you stepped in with that shirt (that was very comfortable, so much more comfortable than the tight skirt and blouse you usually wear), you knew you lost your chance, your holiday and the promotion.

But it wasn't a bad thing. Because somehow… It opened your eyes. 

You put so much effort in that work, so much time, lost so many opportunities to simply live, pushed away your dreams… And for what? To get denied when you arrive in a shirt? It made you realize you didn’t even like that job. It was stressful, and it made you miserable. It wasn’t what you wanted to do. You wanted to go back to school, study and get your dream job. And it wasn’t it.

With all the overtime you did at that place, you were okay financially to quit that job and get a less stressful one while you would go back to school. So that was what you did, you quitted your job and fuck, did it feel good to be free.

You were on your way back home, feeling lighter than ever, when a familiar voice sounded behind you.

“Hey! That’s my shirt!”

Turning back, you met those beautiful green eyes again. But this time, the man wasn’t alone, there was a taller man next to him. You noticed the green eyed one had baggy clothes on, probably his.

“It’s you!” You smiled at seeing him again. What were the odds? “So, I think we mixed bags,” you laughed at his expression following the more than obvious statement you just made.

“Yeah, I think so too,” he grinned, relief washing over his face. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Sorry, I was at work, losing my job,” you shrugged, but before he could add something, you were quicker. “This is the best day of my life. And this,” you touched the shirt, “is now my lucky shirt.”

“You lost your job and it’s the best day of your life?” The other man wondered. You nodded. 

“It’s my shirt, by the way,” the green eyed one muttered under his breath, his comment making you smile more.

“It made me realize what I was losing with this job,” you shrugged simply. “I wasn’t happy there. But you weren't looking for me to know about my life, right? Come on, I’ll go fetch your clothes at my place.”

Once the laundry was with their right owner, it was time to say goodbye. Only one day went by, and yet, it felt like an adventure that lasted a week. Just because you met that stranger at a laundromat and switched bags by mistake. 

Who in their right mind put their clean laundry in a trash bag anyway? Like, really? You thought you were the only one.

Before the two men left, you stopped the green eyed one. The other said he would wait outside, leaving you alone with him.

“I’m still wearing your shirt,” you said, shyness filling your face with heat. 

“You can keep it,” he replied. “Seems like it brings you luck. And it fits you nicely,” he winked, starting to walk away, but you stopped him again.

“Wait… Uhm… What’s your name?” 

The man turned, and you met his beautiful eyes once again. “Dean. I’m Dean.”

“I’m Y/n, nice to meet you,” you smiled. “Do you think I could get your number? You know, just in case there’s still some clothes we mixed,” you swayed from one foot to the other, not believing you had the guts to finally ask him. If someone told you just yesterday you would ask someone their numbers, you wouldn’t have believed them.

“Of course,” Dean said as he looked for his phone in his pockets so you could write your number in it. “Only if you give me yours first.”

Yeah. That day was good. And it was official, that shirt was your lucky shirt.

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[heavensickness]

we don't have laundromats here (and if there are, only a few maybe?) so i am really curious about them. from the pictures, they have a strange liminal place vibe

[britnxyspears]

So I know stranger danger is like a Reaganite thing for the most part but this little girl was at the laundromate in the shadiest part of town where all the weirdos are that harass even ME just bc I LOOK young and like, her grandparents have no idea shes here all day talking to just anybody. I painted her nails since I do my nails at the laundromat anyways but like god damn 😭 me and this other lady are like christ child this place is so fucking shady. There fr needs to be more like. normal places for kids to hang out in public. And while most kids ARE snatched up by somebody they know little brown girls especially should still be taught some type of stranger danger bc good god it's not like nobody's ever snatched up by a stranger adult who sees you riding your little razor scooter around all alone at 7 at night 🤦🏼‍♀️😭 I'm fr so worried about her. Please teach little kids at least to be careful god damn 😥

[rise2-n-rines3]

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[biffmitchell]

Saturday morning, two men and a woman form a triangle in a sentient laundromat that gets into their minds and tells their stories. When the laundry is done, their lives are suddenly clean and each is ready for a new start.

https://books.apple.com/us/book/heavy-load/id453097227

[koishua]

— WIP TAG GAME!

rules post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how ridiculous or non descriptive they are. send an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

tagged by @intokook thank you vv much ivy!!

tagging all of my writer moots who'd like to participate!!

WHEN FLOWERS WILT ON MARCH 21ST — p. jay || c. yeonjun

ILYSB — p. jisung

GONE WITH THE WIND — l. taeyong

STUCK UP IN YOUR HEART — c. beomgyu

LAUNDROMATE — c. yeonjun

WAY BACK HOME — h. renjun

LOVE POEM — tba

THE VARIOUS WAYS OF NA JAEMIN — n. jaemin

INTO THE DAWN — nct dream ot7

DEAR CUPID — l. taeyong

A SONG OF FIRE AND ICE — p. sunghoon || p. jay

HEIST — l. heeseung

ITERUM — s. jake

MAKE ME LOVE YOU — k. sunwoo

TEARS OF GOLD — l. minho

OF CAMPFIRES AND SAPPHIRE SKIES — tba

FOND AND FONDER OF — h. jisung

[newsanchor1-blog]

Days spent at the laundromat can frequently be extraordinarily exhausting, particularly for kids looking out for their folks. Be that…

[m-kyunie]

a forgotten polaroid on a spring day

[christianstepmoms]

LAUNDROMIZED