#i can clean the dish i can wash the house

[woso-dreamzzz]

Helper

Lia Wälti x Child!Reader

Leah Williamson x Child!Reader

Summary: You're the best helper

When auntie Leah tears her acl, Mummy moves you and herself into Leah's house.

She says it's because Leah will need some support. You think it's because Mummy thinks Leah won't eat proper meals. Sometimes, Mummy says Leah eats like she's rationing which means she's got a bad palate and the taste buds of a kid a lot younger than you.

But Mummy is insistent that auntie Leah just needs a bit of support and some help.

Thankfully though, Mummy always calls you her best helper so you make sure to be Leah's best helper too.

"Morning, guppy," Mummy greets you one morning.

"Hi, Mummy," You say, giving her a big morning hug. You're still very little, not yet old enough to go to school but you're getting there. Mummy says next year, you were born just a few days too late to go to school this year.

That's fine though.

That gives you time to be a big help to auntie Leah.

"What's for breakfast?" You try to peak up at the counter but you're still too little and Mummy smiles.

"Pancakes."

You gasp. "Really?"

"Really, guppy. Now, before pancakes, what must we do?"

"Wash our hands."

"That's right. Your auntie Leah is still sleeping. Do you want to wake her up for me? So we can all have pancakes?"

You nod.

"Okay, off you go."

You hurry up the stairs to auntie Leah's room and slip inside.

Mummy is right. Leah's fast asleep, like a big lump in the middle of the bed. Her crutches are on the floor near the door and you move to lean them up closer to her, so she can grab them.

You also move all of the clothes out of the way of the path to her door.

A few days ago, Mummy caught you trying to clean Leah's room for her but she said Leah's an adult and she doesn't need help keeping her room tidy and just because yours is always neat doesn't mean that Leah's had to be the same.

That was a little confusing because Mummy's room is also clean and tidy so you'd just assumed it was an adult thing.

You shuffle the clothes out of the way though just so it's easier for her.

Leah doesn't like the big light in the morning because it always scares her awake so you half-open her curtains before finally properly approaching her.

"Auntie Leah," You whisper, shaking her shoulder," It's morning time."

Leah grunts a little, trying to roll over. "Five more minutes."

"Mummy's making pancakes," You tell her," And she told me to get you up. We need to wash our hands before eating."

Leah seems a bit more awake at that and you help her pull her covers down so she can get out of bed.

"Thanks, guppy," She says as you help her with her crutches.

"That's okay, auntie Leah! We still need to go to the bathroom to do our hands though. Mummy says it's very important to wash the germs off our hands before eating."

"Oh, wow," Leah says as she walks with you," Thanks for telling me."

"That's okay," You reply, holding the bathroom door open for her," Mummy also says two squirts of soap to make sure you're hands are very clean and the germs go away."

To demonstrate, you stand on your stool and squirt two loads of soap on your hand and wash your hands like Mummy's shown you since you were little.

You supervise Leah washing your hands before helping her down the stairs, picking up all the things that were strewn across them last night.

"Mummy," You say," Auntie Leah and I washed our hands."

Lia turns around just as Leah slides into her seat. "Well," She says," You're right on time because I just finished the pancakes." She helps you up onto your own seat, cutting up your pancakes for you before sliding the plate towards you.

"Mummy," You say as you eat," Do we need to do dishes?"

"I do, yes," Mummy says in amusement, knowing exactly what you want to ask.

"Can I help?"

"I don't know, guppy," She says," Are you sure? You can go and play with Leah."

You shake your head. "No thank you, Mummy. I can help you. Auntie Leah can relax."

Leah snickers at your side. "Jesus, Lia, are you sure you're raising a child? I've never met a kid so well behaved."

Lia rolls her eyes. "I'm raising her to be polite. It's not my fault she's naturally like that."

You beam proudly at that, puffing out your chest whenever anyone tells you that you're being polite.

"Are you sure, guppy?" Auntie Leah checks with you," We can sit down and play FIFA."

"No thank you, auntie Leah," You say," I'd like to help Mummy clean up first."

"Well," Leah says, sticking her hands up," I tried."

Lia laughs as she picks you up, dragging another one of your stools over so you can be high enough to reach the sink. "Thank you for wanting to help me, guppy."

"It's okay, Mummy," You reply," If we do it together then it'll take half the time!"

#woso x reader #lia walti x reader #lia walti #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

We won't be like them.

Ghost x Reader.

Mistakes were made in the past by your families, now, you and ghost are starting a family, and this situation takes both to reconsider if you will repeat the same paths that your families took or will you fix it.

Warning: grammatical and spelling errors, I think there's no mention of the reader's gender but if there's please forgive me.

The credits of the pics belong to @ave661

Simon wasn't at home but he would arrive soon, both have been trouble, arguing frequently for the most stupid things.

It's late at night, your newborn is sleeping, after hours of singing lullabies, walking around the house to help him to sleep, he's finally sleeping.

You were a mess, you didn't take a shower, dirty dishes are awaiting you in the kitchen, the laundry is still in the washer since you didn't have time to put it in the dryer, dirty diapers are making the house smell bad, and your poor baby cried for hours and hours, it wasn't a good day for you, you just need ten minutes to rest.

You're sitting close to the crib when the door opens and then a bark echoes around the house, you stand up and run out of the room quickly to ask Simon to take the dog out or keep it in silence but then your baby starts to cry.

«Shit» you whispered walking back to the room, taking your baby in arms and talking him softly to try to calm him down «it's okay baby, shhh, it's all alright, don't cry please, shhh, shh...» Ghost rapidly understands the reason the baby's crying, he takes the dog to the garage and goes directly to the baby's room to help. Unfortunately your face says more than necessary, you're not happy.

- I'll take care of him, go to rest.

- As if I could...

You rolled your eyes. He can't be mad at you, he knows he messed up.

- Sorry... the mission took me more than expected, please let me help you with him.

- It's fine, I have it under control, take a shower you stink.

He sighs and leaves the room, walking through the house he observes all the mess, toys scattered, the smell of poo and dirty dishes, the laundry. He really can't blame you, you stayed alone with a newborn for days, but he can't avoid feeling overwhelmed by all the mess and the situation, he never expected to have a family because of both pasts but here he is, husband and now father, it's all new for both of you, but moments like this makes him wonder if you and him took the right decision.

He took a quick shower and as soon as he finished he went directly to the laundry room and put all the wet clothes in the dryer and put another load of clothes, he thinks the least he can do right now is try to help with the workload, even if he feels tired he knows you must be more than exhausted.

Poor Simon, he forgot to separate the baby's clothes from the rest, then he washed the dishes but he forgot to sterilize the feeding bottles.

Finally your baby is sleeping peacefully again, you are tired but you have work to do, maybe Simon is hungry or needs something, the poor man didn't have intentions to wake up the baby, it wasn't very polite of you to reject him and then tell him he was stinky.

On your way to the kitchen you started to clean a little, taking the bags of dirty diapers out, picking up the toys when you hear the alarm from your dryer, Simon tried to help after all you said, you're taking out the clothes when you notice the washer is also working and unfortunately there's clothes from the baby mixed with yours and Simon's clothes.

You're walking to the kitchen to tell Simon he forgot to not mix the laundry when then, the feeding bottles are mixed with the dishes and casseroles too.

He's drying and ordering all the kitchen stuff with the same dishcloth.

- What are you doing!? Simon you mixed the baby's stuff! Oh god, do you have a clue of the new load of work your adding me! I will have to wash and sterilize all the baby's things again!

- Sorry... I was trying to help, I forgot about it.

- «Sorry, sorry» is all you know to say but the damage is done! Fuck!

- Calm down, I'll take care of it.

- You have done more than enough, why don't you go to another long mission and leave me alone again, huh?

He's shocked as much as you, you know you said something really horrible, there's no way you can step back.

- What did you say?

- I'm... Ahhh, Nothing, I'm just tired.

- Do you think I went to that bloody mission to leave you here alone with the baby? I didn't want to but it was work and I can't reject it.

- What about the paternity permission?

- I would have the authorization after this mission, I told you about it but it seems you weren't paying attention.

You scoffed, clearly offended and annoyed.

- Well sorry, I'm worried about our newborn, it's my first time with a baby and I'm trying to do it well, you could also pay more attention when I told you I don't want to mix our stuff with his.

- I forgot it, okay? I'm as tired as you! I said I will fix it and you started to argue!

- I wouldn't start if it wasn't for you and that god-damned dog barking as crazy! Your son hasn't slept the whole day and you arrived doing all that noise!

- and am I supposed to know that!?

- Don't yell! You will wake him up Simon!

- It's you who's yelling!

- Now it's me? You're blaming me for everything just like my dad did to my mom!

-And You're exploding against me just like my father!

Both stopped when the little boy started to cry again. Ghost just walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs, you stayed there cursing yourself and started to wash the bottles again, then you went to check the washer and separate the clothes.

Your son cried for a few more minutes but then stopped. You finished all the stuff you had pendant, you saw Simon's backpack In the doorframe, there was probably more laundry inside so you took it and just as you expected, more dirty clothes, you were separating it by colours as usual when you saw his uniform with fresh blood. You sighed annoyed but then the thought of Simon being injured kicked your mind, you put the clothes in a bucket with some hydrogen peroxide to quit the blood easily and went upstairs.

Simon was putting the baby in his baby crib when he looked at you and made a signal to be silent. Once both are out of the room you point to the bathroom, he doesn't say nothing and follows you.

- Are you hurt?

- What?

- I saw your uniform with blood, is it yours?

- Oh, it's nothing, the medic helped me, I'll be better in a few days.

- Let me see, do we need to clean the wound or something?

- It's fine Love, nothing serious.

Your eyes are full of tears, you feel guilty, he tried to help with all and his wound and you didn't do more than yell at him.

- I'm sorry Si, I didn't mean to explode with you, I was stressed you arrived at home expecting to have some peace and instead of it you found all the mess, I'm so sorry.

He just hugs you and whispers «it's okay my love, shhh, it's ok» once you stop your tears you check on his wound, it's not so bad but was bleeding a little bit more, you were cleaning it when he spoke.

- Look at me, love, I know you're exhausted it wasn't my intention to give you more work, I really was trying to help you.

- I know, I'm sorry... We... we have to solve these things now before that boy starts to grow up, I don't want to give him the same childhood we had, I want to give him a good family, good memories and we're not doing it well lately... We argue all the time and I think the baby feels our stress and then he stresses too... We're bad parents... We are not doing it right.

- I know, we have things to solve, and I want to tell you I have all the intention to fix it, we're new to this, it's also not fair for us to put us expectations of being perfect all the time. we can... Read about parenthood or look for professional help, we will do all in our possibilities to change and be better, it won't happen from night to morning it'll take time, we won't follow our families steps, I promise you I will be a better husband and a good father for our son.

You smiled at him and he returns the smile, you love when he does it, Simon never smiles except when he's with you, nobody else. His smile is only for you and now for your little boy, his words reassure you, he's right it'll be a long process but you will make it, this new family will work.

#x yn #cod x reader #long reads #call of duty x reader #x reader #fanfiction #reader insert #ghost x reader #fem reader #gn reader #reader imagine #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost x you #simon riley call of duty #simon riley #simon riley cod #simon riley x female reader #simon riley fanfic #ghost riley #cod ghost #ghost fandom #ghost x you #ghost fanfic #ghost x female reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Muddled Waters 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, blood, violence,, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your boss has a dangerous secret.

Character: Nick Fowler (mob au)

Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

Your shift goes as usual. You make drinks to order and bring them out to the tables, or to set in the windows set into the walls of the private rooms. Those are for the more exclusive patrons, the ones who remain mostly faceless. The Sapphire is as close to a speakasy as you’d find in this century.

As you bring out a single scotch and place it on the ledge of the order window, a voice intone from the other side.

“Pardon me,” the English lilt wafts through, “your boss wouldn’t happen to be in house?”

You pull back your hand and consider the question. The customers in the rooms never talk to you. No thank yous, no pleases, no special orders. Those all come through the screen in the back which lists their demands; no olives, extra salt, double vodka...

“No, sir, I’m sorry, he’s not in,” you reply.

“Pity,” he remarks and a hand reaches to take the glass. “You will let him know I was here. In Room Four.”

“I’ll mention it. Would there be a name I should give him?”

“He will know,” he returns and footsteps scuff away from the window. Right.

You’re somewhat used to the cryptic. As nice as Nick can be, he isn’t always straightforward. The establishment does give you reason to bat an eye but for the most part, your pay stubs keep your gaze in the other direction.

You return to the kitchen and work at cleaning the used glasses brought by the singular busboy. You don’t know his name and he doesn’t talk. He always has earbuds in and only puts bins of dishes in the wash tray.

To say the operation is minimal is an understatement. Yet there is never more demand than you can meet. It makes you wonder how Nick breaks even with such a limited audience. Especially with the grade of ingredients he gets in. You never worked at a bar that didn’t water down their liquor now and again.

The night comes to an end and the lights dim as the bar closes up. The busboy clears the rooms and locks the front door. You leave the glasses in sparkling rows on the shelves and a bin of dishcloths to have washed the next day. You place away a few stray bottles then wipe down the counters.

“You’re here late,” Nick’s voice startles you and you hiss, looking up at him from the edge of your vision.

“Cleaning up,” you say and toss the cloth with the rest. “Just finishing now.”

“Mm,” he nods and hooks his thumbs in his belt loops, “you wouldn’t happen to have time to make me something, would ya? I’ll keep it simple.”

You withhold a sigh. Or maybe a yawn. Your eyes tingle and you shrug, “sure, what do you want?”

“Rye and coke,” he answers as he approaches the island and crosses his arms over the top, leaning on the stainless steel.

You swiftly gather everything you need and put together the simple drink. You set it before him and return all you disturbed back to its rightful place. You face him as he raises the glass and considers the dark elixir.

“Oh, er, someone asked for you,” you untie your apron and fold it over the bin meant for tomorrow’s laundry.

“Someone did? Was she pretty?” He winks.

You shake your head, “no. It was a man. He was in Room Four. That’s what he told me to tell you.”

“Room Four,” he repeats and puts the brim to his lips, taking a slow draw. His cheeks dimple before he pulls it away. “Noted.”

You nod at his strange reaction. Almost none at all. You check the time and drag your hands over your head.

“Well, I’m going to head home,” you say, “if that’s okay?”

“Quitting time,” he says coolly, his eyes stuck on the cabinet, a squiggle in his forehead. “Go on, get some sleep, sweetheart.”

“You too,” you shoot back. “Look like you need it.”

You pass him and he stands, turning to watch you, “hey, what does that mean?”

“Nothing, just... look tired.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he scoffs.

You go through to the backroom and grab your jacket and purse. It’s not really a strange night. A few out-of-the-ordinary occurrences, but nothing worrying. The man in Room Four and Nick’s late-night appearance; it’s not really a pattern.

You glance back at the kitchen door before you leave. You head out the back and walk down the next street. You approach your car parked by the curb, the rush hour jam keeping you from finding a closer spot. You take out your keys and they jangle loudly as your footsteps echo.

As you shove your keys into the slot, you’re suddenly taken off your feet, a blunt force jarring your wrist as your fingers catch in the keyring. You hit the ground with wheeze and roll across the stray pebbles as you hug your chest. You can’t breathe.

“Look, honey,” the British voice hisses through the night, “I didn’t wanna bring you into this but I needa send a message.” A figure straddles you on their knees, holding you down by your neck. “Not much, you’ll live...” you hear a metallic shing, “bit of blood is all.���

You feel a piercing pain just below your neck, right at the small dip of your collar bone. You cry out as the metal slices down your chest and easily through your shirt. Your skin parts with the fabric as you vibrate in agony.

“Get... off,” you cough out as you regain your breath. “Please...”

“Shh, honey,” he takes the knife away and smears his hand over your chest, your warm blood spreading under his rough palm, “I just want him to see you painted up nice for him.” He drags his hand over your face, the metallic scent staining your nose and lips. “Mm, you are a pretty thing, too.”

The man wiggles his hips lasciviously before he pushes himself off of you. He stands and you cover your ragged skin with your hands and whine, sobs rising from the pain hewn into your flesh. There’s a noise, something distant, maybe a door, and the man’s silhouette strolls off, whistling into the night.

Another set of footfalls approach you as you writhe on the ground. You don’t understand what happened. Why did that man do this to you? You can’t move. You can’t think. You just can’t.

The street light flickers as someone steps around the front of your car.

“Shit,” Nick rushes over and falls to his knees beside you, “shit, sweetheart, I shouldn’t have let you come out here alone. I shoulda knew...”

“Why?” You babble as your blood seeps between your fingers, “why, Nick?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and bawl. He slides his arms under you and lifts you as you exclaim. He hushes you as he holds you against his chest.

“It hurts,” you whimper.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he rasps, “I got you.”

#nick fowler #dark nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #the 355 #muddled waters #drabble #au #sweet and spicy #series

[etherealspacejelly]

been in a bit of a funk lately, lots of stress and anxiety building up, so my room turned into a depression pit. decided i would just spend an hour cleaning and see where that got me. in the last hour i have:

opened my bedroom window and left it open while i did everything else

put my clean laundry away

removed all of the trash from my floor and desk

watered my plant

washed and recycled a bunch of empty shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel bottles that had been lying around for months

cleaned the kitchen counters (i have also been neglecting my house chores)

cleaned my desk

cleaned my bedroom sink

washed some of my dishes (i will do the rest later)

cleaned my mirror

made my bed

can someone pls tell me they're proud of me :,)

#life updates with jelly

[lbxbx]

I’m down so bad for j hope right now the only solution is a lobotomy

Hey! No one's getting a lobotomy on my watch LMAO

Work from home | JHS mini drabble

tags: smut, little to no plot. word count: 1200

 “I’ll call the creative team and have them prepare the slides for our meeting tomorrow with our client.”

It’s similar to all the meetings from home you had, dressed into a fancy button up with either a panty or sweatpants. It’s almost one hour left before you get to log off and end your day, your office slash dining table was a frightening mess, two coffee cups, the leftovers from our breakfast, an unbelievable amount of shredded papers and tissues, and your pair of socks that you had taken off  a couple hours ago when your legs felt hot. You were always like that when you were focused on your work, you wouldn’t pay enough attention to the surroundings of you whatsoever.

“Of course Y/n, and tell them to have the slides ready by tomorrow afternoon, and I’ll be sure to call the marketing team to stay in touch with them.” Your boss who’s also working from home answers you.

You hear the door to your house unlocking before you look at the time, Hoseok is back earlier than usual. He flashes you a smile and your eyes struggle to stay focused on the screen and you fight the urge to smile back at your man when you’re in the middle of a meeting.

“I’ll be back in a second sir, let me get the notes I wrote earlier.” You mute your video call and getup to hug Hoseok and grab his thermal cup from his hands. “Hi honey.” He wraps his arms tightly around you carrying up from the floor. “Hey, how’s your day? You’re back early.”

‘I’ve been thinking about you the entire day.” He presses his lips against yours. “I miss you too, but hey, I’m in the middle of a meeting, I’ll log off in like an hour you can probably shower until then and rest a little so we can have dinner.”

He looks at the dining table behind you before turning his gaze towards you. “Are you doing okay?

“Yeah, the chaos means I’m being productive” You kiss his lips again. “Go change, I have to get back to my meeting.”

He nods and takes his thermal cup to the kitchen, washing it and taking his time to clean it along with the other dishes, before heading towards the bedroom, taking off his suit and putting it in the laundry basket and taking a quick shower. It’s the bare minimum, but him doing the dishes and putting away laundry made you flip head over heels for him.

He gets dressed and walks back towards your make believe office and smiles subtly before picking up your used cups and tissues and taking them back to the kitchen, he takes a couple of trips back and forth to clean your surroundings and makes sure you’re all comfortable while you’re being productive.

It grabs his attention when you argue with your boss over a stupid thing, the stern tone in your voice along with your posture moved something inside him. It makes him think how this strong woman  holding up a meeting can grow weak and vulnerable in his own arms when you’re in bed with him.

Hoseok’s intrusive thoughts always got the best of him, and when it comes to you he’d grow week too. So he gets down on his knees and crawls under the table closer to you. Right when he spreads your legs to sit between them you nudge his shoulder to stop when you’re mid talking.

And he’s totally unbothered, he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls it further down to your ankles. And honestly it’s not his first time doing this, so you know your hopeless attempts of stopping him will end up failing, he simply just gets what he wants, and right now he wants you.

He presses one kiss onto your cunt and usually he would savor how you taste and verbalize how much he enjoys your taste on his tongue, but he got used to eating you out in the middle of your meetings so he stays quiet.

He hooks your arms onto your thighs and pulls you towards him a little to reveal more off your cunt to him.

And you are trying to hold on in front of your lap top camera and you barely can, one hand is under the table running through his hair and tugging onto it, and the other one is supporting your chin in a desperate try to cover your mouth, and it works.

Your eyes almost roll to the back of your head when he wraps his mouth around your cunt, enveloping it entirely in his mouth to slurp on it and eat you out like it’s his last meal alive. He would kill to see your face trying hard to hide the pleasure but too bad the dining table is in the way.

“Yes, I’ll have everything ready by tues—tuesday.” You almost choke on your words when he fucks your cunt with his tongue, his fingers circulating you bean to deliver more pleasure and it’s about to drive you crazy.

Your chest heaves faster and you tug harder on his hair when he bops his head to fuck you with his tongue and you feel your stomach tightening, he forcefully pushes your legs back open when you try and close them around his head, and to deliver even more pleasure he pushes in his index and middle finger and slowly beings to move them in and out of you, this time his mouth enveloping your clit and sucking onto it.

“Mmm.” Escapes your mouth and clear your throat to try and mask it, you could easily predict Hoseok and you know he’d be smirking and he’d be totally proud of himself to make that little moan escape of out you.

He doesn’t think again before pushing in his ring finger and fucking you repeatedly with all his three fingers while flicking and sucking onto your tiny throbbing bean, his tongue even collects your juices and his own eyes close at the sweet taste of you that he never gets sick of.

Your fingernails almost dig into his scalp when you feel yourself about to release, your legs are still trying to fight his strength and close but he’s way stronger than you are. He curls his fingers against your spot and doesn’t stop, and you can clearly hear the wet sound from your pussy and you wonder if the can hear it.

“Y/N, any thoughts on that?” Your boss asks and you immediately answer with a shaky voice. “N-no, all good, so good.”

You fight the urge to call out his name off of the top of your lungs when you finally cum, you feel the entire orgasm in you back and shoulders and your body heats up more than it already is, and he’s still fucking you through your orgasm, your cunt repeatedly clenching around his soaked fingers.

“That’s all for today, we’ll see you tomorrow morning” Your boss finally ends the meeting and the camera finally turns off.

“Fuck you, Jung Hoseok.”

“You’re welcome, next time maybe we can show them that this mouth can do other things too.”

#bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #jung hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok smut #jung hoseok fic #jhope #jhope x reader #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines

[bibleofficial]

my stomach hurts so bad i’m literally dying

#stream #maybe it’s bc i’ve had 2 tunnocks biscuits & 4 clementines then washing it down w 4 cups of coffee ALSLAKSALKSLSKSLASKLAKSA #like 😭😭😭😭 #i’m Suffering #i need to do this paper that’s due thursday 😭😭😭 #still haven’t started & im a bit fucked i think bc tomorrow is Therapy Day & that’s 😭😭😭😭😭 #very much Needed but then i’m going to a meeting w mr ohio to talk to a professor then i need to come back & actually do the paper / finish #the paper bc tonight i’m going to JUST do preliminary reading & maybe get quotes #i think that’ll be good enough for tonight then tomorrow we can get the quotes on a doc & then build up some arguments & then make a rough #framework & then i can expand wednesday before turning in after polishin on thursday #that’s my plan ok swag #but also i need to cook do laundry & do dishes & clean my bathroom today #but it’s only 7.30 now so i’ve got TIME i can DO IT #but i need to be in bed by 1/.5a bc i need to be out of the house by 8.10 #i’m grossly overestimating my ability to get shit done #like i’ll do dishes & laundry & cook & that’s probably it #i didn’t do dishes laundry nor cook & i also didn’t start the paper lol #ain’t clean the bathroom neither

[hobbitunderthemountain]

2023 is gonna be the year i start allowing myself to buy 'disability aids'

things that may not seem practical but will greatly improve the ease of which i'm able to tackle everyday tasks

things that i may not have looked into because 'those are for people more sensitive/disabled than I am'

things that make my routines easier to follow or easier to build habits that seemed like monumental tasks

this is the year im gonna actually be gentle with myself

#ok to rb if anyone wants to lol #things i've started doing for example: #buying wide mouth stay cold tumblers without straws = its easier to clean #than say a waterbottle with a straw and a tiny neck AND it means i'll drink more water if i have something on hand easy to wash #or buying more disposable things so i have less dishes #one thing that always piles up faster than anything else are my cats dishes #and i finally realized the other night I can buy disposable ones #i have a pack of biodegradable lil bowls being delivered to my house tomorrow #uhhhh what was the other thing #OH i invested in some ear plugs I heard about for people who are easily overstimulated #that allows you to still hear what's going on around you but filter out a lot of the background noise #like bro i went to a busy bookstore this weekend and walked around w them in and it was like a whole new experience #i feel like there's more i've been kinder and more forgiving of myself buying to help me manage the mess my brain has been

[camgoloud]

the unaffordability of one bedroom apartments in my area is something that can be so oppressive to me personally

#when i’m actively cooking something over a fire with earbuds in i’m not interested in having a five minute conversation with you. #when there’s visible food and grease all over the countertops that DOES in fact mean the kitchen should be cleaned soon yes even if we’ve #let it get worse than this before. if you want to send a text to the house group chat about pooling money to buy a new vacuum that’s great #and you can go ahead and do that without asking me while i’m busy exactly how you should phrase said text. if you use my knives you should #fucking PUT THEM BACK (three are now missing) and preferably without bits of food stuck on them though at this point i’m not even picky. #there are youtube videos about how to wash your dishes if you really can’t figure it out yourself it’s not the kind of thing you need to ask #your female housemate how to do. just. jesus CHRIST #my food is burned and i’m in a cranky mood and i can’t fucking take this anymore #my standards of cleanliness are clearly different from everyone else’s in this house which is just not a great situation to be in #god. anyway i’ve been feeling guilty because i’m finally starting to learn how to play the guitar so i’m going to be making a fair amount #of unpleasant noise in the house this year probably but tbh they can all just learn to live with it. #i am no longer feeling particularly interested in being considerate #caseyposting

[lovestryke]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already

#help i came home and they got so ballistic that i didnt say hi to them #after my 9 months of driving myself home and entering the house from work not once have they urged a greeting out of me #why the hell do they care now??? #like mom got so mad and i was like um ok * goes back to watching danny gonzalez * then i get shouted at to come to parents room #and im like siiiighhh let me put on my jacket i know this will be a while #and im just getting yelled at and standing there like. is the song and dance over yet. can i get back to my computer #and my dad is like your MOM and I DONT TREAT YOU GUYS LIKE THAT #and im just in my head like.....you give us greetings rather than treating us like human beings.....ok....i would prefer the respect rather #than the greetings.... #and my dads like whenever I come home I always greet everyone #and its like. yeah ? i can think of a few times where you havent but it doesnt matter when its you right #oh you can come home and greet everyone yeah but can you treat us with respect? are you capable of not having everyone groan when they hear #your car horn that indicates you're home? do you have the ability to not make everyone hide and vacate to their rooms when they hear your #key unlocking the door? no? then i dont care about the fact you can say hi to everyone #and mom is like lecturing me and my sister about not cleaning as well and its like hi what about your husband #hi maybe you should question why we cant clean our rooms #maybe its the fact you never taught us how to organize or how often to clean? did you know you've never taught us how to properly clean? #did you know i cant clean without a timer? are you aware that your eldest daughter that gives you attitude and promised to be mean when #she's taking care of you in your last years of life doesnt clean whatsoever? the 26 year old that acts just like your husband? the one whos #only chore is to wash dishes and doesnt even do that? she complains shes too tired because of work but even on her off days she doesnt do i #? do you remember that she only does the dishes when she's going out with a boy? do you remember the 3 months where i took it upon myself t #do everyones chores because i had the time? the way you dont acknowledge i helped out a lot during that time and helped keep peace through #the house by doing that? you dont because you love to focus on the negatives and as a result you make your own life miserable #and everyone else's?especially mine because im the one who actually feels guilt? but dont do it bc im tired of doing someone else's work?

[piplupod]

fatigue my beloathed 👎

#i have things i want to dooooooo #but i cannot move my body to do themmm #i put away the clean dishes i washed from a couple days ago and now i am back lying down #im so dbjfksls im only 21 !!! i shouldnt be like this !!! i am supposed to have a whole life ahead of me !!! #i wanted to get into manual labour like farm shit or smth one day :') #i am so fucking frustrated i could cry fhdjsl #i want to continue catching up on washing dishes and make a new bin to transfer isopods to and make art and reorganize craft supplies #and reorganize my space in general and fix the headboard on my bed bc its loose and disassemble this cardboard doll bed i made #and then move the dolls house that my grandfather made to the floor from the shelf its on so the kiddos can play w it #also we could decorate it with scrapbook paper for wallpaper or smth fhdksl idk make little miniatures #and also i need to figure out where to store spare pillows and maybe get back into crocheting #theres !! so many things i want to do !! #i try playing a video game so im not just aimlessly scrolling and staring at the wall while listening to podcasts but i feel guilty #for playing games when i ''should'' be doing cleaning tasks instead #but also its past noon and im still exhausted so idk if anything will get done today #which makes me incredibly upset fhdkdl bc i wanted to get shit done this weekend since I've given myself permission to not do schoolwork #argh. argh argh argh. i wish i could cry but i cant even do that im so tired fhfkdldl #pippen needs 2nd breakfast

[blow-me-a-kis]

I think I could do housemate situation again if I weren't so broke lmao. Then if my roommates aren't cleaning up after themselves, I can just hire a housekeeper. I feel like 86% of housemate issues are due to us all being so fucking broke/stingy, in the case of housemates with access to wealth.

Ive lived in houses where ppl were sooo resistant to bringing in a housekeeper cause they were worried about *exploiting labor*. But those same ppl didn't give a shit about exploiting their housemates' who have to pick up after them.

Like lets just pay the nice ppl a living wage to come and clean so I don't pack my bags and move away in the dead of night because our gross house is driving me to depression and insanity.

I get that cleaning can be so hard when you're checked out mentally/physically disabled, but the cleanest housemate I ever had was a queer elder who was a disabled immigrant recovering from a TBI.

Literally, I had to up my cleaning game because I was fucking up their routine with my little left over messes.

Living with them made me realize 1) Cleaning has little to do with neurodiversity/ability and far more to do with the culture of cleaning you brought up with and 2) cleaning isn't about making messes to deal with later, its something you do as apart of the process of whatever you were doing to make the mess.

You cannot leave a mess to be dealt with later when your later comes after your housemates need to share those spaces.

I'm not done doing my hair if I don't pack up the combs and oils and wipe down the sink. I'm not done cooking if every ingredient I used is still out and the leftovers haven't been sorted and the counter and stove are in chaos. And what I've learned is most of the time these things can easily be done as I go about doing what I'm doing.

I've gotten into the habit of putting things back while I wait for my pot to cook on the stove. I'm even washing every dish I used while cooking, as I cook. Before my plate is even made, the kitchen is ready for my housemates to use.

I don't even leave the bathroom until I put everything back after my little self care routines. I think my housemates can tolerate me hogging the joint for five extra minutes while I make it nice and neat for them.

Cleaning is a mindfulness practice.

A lot of ppl just don't know how to clean, period. Apparently washing dishes properly is a skill on par with knowing Javascript.

Like bruh. Why are dishes with grease and flour on them chilling in the drying rack like you're done?? You know you could use soap, right? And hot water?? There are hundreds of Youtube videos on how to wash dishes. You don't have to just wing it.

But yeah. I do have a lot of sympathy for us broke asses having to live together with our varying degrees of cleanliness and ability to even detect messes.

For me, its very obvious when a space is messy, and its very obvious to me what needs to be done to clean it. I know for some ppl that stuff just fades into the background and they cannot clean what they cannot notice.

So yeah. Gotta go work on this web dev portfolio so I can pay for housekeepers to notice.

#but fr I think I'm just gunna manifest a clean housemate #like please lordt send me another Jamaican housemate #Please lordt send me a Black person who grew up waking up to the cleaning playlist on Saturdays #I will never live with messy ass white queers who whine ableism when you tell them to wash their goddamn dishes #they be like I got adhd autsitm trauma etc etc etc #and its like okay but I also have those same exact things and I've been houseless so now whut #just do your goddamn dishes amor ask nicely for help #you can ask for help! #and say thank you when ur housemates pick up after you #a little appreciation goes a long way #and dont tell your housemate they dont have to clean up after you #because if youre not cleaning and I need that soave clean then yeah asshole I actually DO have to #thats the only option you leave me with #and I lowket enjoy cleaning #being a cleaner at a queer spa was the best job I ever had #oh my god I just remembered spas exist #and I can just leave my dirty ass queer house and go to a spa when I have a better paying job #oh my god let me go work on this portfolio #personal

[cyberspaceoddity]

The Normal Adult Response of turning fucking homicidal finding something that you cleaned and cleared has been messed right the fuck up again

#The washing bowl stays out of the sink and stays dry bc the last one actually started to grow mold on the bottom #IT IS CURRENTLY FULL OF FUCKING WATER AND PANS AND BOWLS AND THE SPONGE IS JUST IN IT #SITTING IN THE SINK DOING FUCK ALL #AFTER I WASHED STUFF AND CLEANED THE BOWL YESTERDAY #THERES OVEN DISHES FULL OF BAKED FUCKING BARBEQUE SAUCE LEFT ALL OVER THE COUNTER THAT I SPENT 2 AND A HALF HOURS CLEARING #BECAUSE WE SPOTTED FRUIT FLIES AROUND IT #IM GOING TO FUCKING SNAP I SWEAR TO GOD #i live in a house of 4 adults and only 2 of us seem interested in keeping it livable and i really dont know how much longer i can take it

[fantabulisticity]

Before:

After:

I retrieved my hoses from my old place a day ago or something (time is weird for me rn), and my landlords only want me to keep a select few items in the shed so I have to keep my hoses indoors. I let them drain in the bathtub, and then I wound them up small enough to fit in my little trash bags and put them up on a high shelf in my closet. The aftermath: dirt, leaves, and one little bug I couldn't identify and have no idea where it went.

#ALSO while I was sweeping the kitchen (so i could sweep the bathroom and then mop the kitchen then bathroom bc it HAS to be in that order). #i accidentally swept up a little house spider! i put her in my bedroom window as well. i can have 2 bedroom spiders. #idk where the first (teeny!) one went lmao #i've made a lot of progress on my new apartment! today i made fudge with my friends and i haven't washed dishes yet so the kitchen is a... #...bit of a mess rn but i cleaned the kitchen floor and the whole bathroom (just a quick wipedown with lysol wipes nothing intense) #that way i can shower tonight for my interview tomorrow!!!! #i am so excited and also nervous #i really really really want this job #personal

[kendallspussy]

not to be one of those *I have undiagnosed something because I saw the list of symptoms on tiktok* but you can tell there's something inherently wrong with me just by the way I do my chores and move around the house 😭

#im going to start 10 fucking different things ar the same time ill clean my house at 2 am just because my brain suddenly decides it's time #i can to go without washing dishes or cleaning for weeks then suddenly scrub every surface in my house #i leave my stuff all around the place #and i have a cacophony of sounds in ky head all the time #it's never quiet i never know what im doing #if i enter the room in order to idk vacuum the carpet ill end up watering plants #or taking the trash out

[lost-in-fictionn]

Fuck the patriarchy

#Looks like I won't be able to take place in a project where I do my internship #because I'm in country rn and we have an electricity problem going on #I can go to the city center but first I have to accept the fact that I will look after my 28 year old brother there #28. #And he can't fucking take care of himself #And he has no disabilities #He just doesn't want to #And as a girl it is my duty to prepare his meals or do his laundry or clean the house or wash his dishes #Fuck him #And fuck my life too

[andromedasummer]

finally mustered up the courage and energy to clean my grody flat only for the vacuum cleaner to die halfway through cleaning the livingroom

#had to return it to my roommate to charge so i guess i'll do the rest tomorrow. #it took 20 minutes for me to vacuum up half of the worst of the stuff in the livingroom. i still had the kitchen. hallway. both bathrooms #and my own room to go #then after that i was supposed to mop the kitchen and then the two bathrooms #and then scrub the kitchen sink/counter and floor #and that was going to be the HALFWAY POINT OF CLEANING THE HOUSE OVERALL #we have to clear out the cupboards and figure out whats ours and what old tennants left behind #and split them into keep/donate/throw piles #and then also clean them because the previous tennants. wouldnt wash their dishes. or their hands. or clean. anything #im not joking. my current room had to be professionally cleaned before i moved in #because the girl who moved out left rubbish/old food/used sanitary equipment/multiple pieces of rotted furniture #and a rice cooker in the corner with rice so old it was black #genuinely the most vile kind of people #anyway after doing that dishes stuff we then have to go in and scrub/sanitize the cupboards #which are old and stained #so this way we can replace what needs to be replaced and have room to put appliances away when we aren't using them #then after that i can have a go at scouring both the bathrooms showers/sinks/toilets #and then after that treat some of the stains in the carpet lf a bunch of rooms #and i also want to look at deep cleaning our furniture (couch #/dusting bookcases/maybe getting more decorations for storage) #and THEN #FINALLY #i can talk to the landlord about being allowed to plant some native nz bushes tree and wildflowers because theres so much unused dirt #that coule really REALLY make this flat look a lot nicer from the outside #and be beneficial to the native birds that live in the sanctuary below us/local bee populations! #tw: unsanitary #< cos this house is.... insanely bad #oh fuck i need to clean the windows too actually