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melosjournal · 10 months

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coming home after running errands and grocery shopping and the dry clean clothes are still hanging and the sink is still full of dirty dishes and the dishwasher is full

but he had to make the roomba vacuum the living room THRICE so he’s done for the day

#paris paloma was right #this house is never getting back into an ok condition again #then I was left to unpack the grocery bags #tidy everything up #ANS throw out old food #and empty the full trash can #and he doesn’t even stop to go #“actually let me help with that #how is a depressed person doing more labor in this house #I cannot WAIT for vacation

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amygdalae · 11 months

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I'm going to kill my coworker with a hammer

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omg-i-think-i-like-you · 1 year

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Steve loves a clean car. His BMW is always neat, in and out. He forces the kids to take all their garbage with them as they spill out of his car and looks for leftover crumbs after they ate, absolutely not caring when he begs them not to. He washes it thoroughly every Saturday morning, never skipping it. Everyone knows it's his busy morning, and don't bother him. Usually Robin comes over and makes herself at home, but she knows he won't even look at her until he's done.

"You don't think it's a bit much?" Eddie arrived a few minutes after Steve started cleaning one morning. It was a hot day and Steve was in his old short basketball pants, and wasn't wearing a shirt. He had music blasting from the car radio, and he ignored Eddie completely.

"Stevie," he tried again, walking closer to him, "come on..." He batted his eyelashes and smiled teasingly.

"Eddie, please," Steve said impatiently while scrubbing the back windshield. "I'm cleaning."

"I can see that, and that's why I'm asking, don't you think it's a bit much? you do it every week."

"No, I don't. It's important to me." He took a deep breath, not letting Eddie ruin this for him.

"I don't get it," Eddie shrugged, "it'll get dirty again the second all your munchkins get in tomorrow, so what's the point?" He leaned against the car with his hand, imprinting his palm on the window.

Steve was getting visibly angry now, trying to talk without raising his voice, "the point, Eddie, is that it's important to me, okay?" He threw the dirty rug into the soapy water bucket, crouching down to clean and reuse it, "please, make yourself busy, find something inside to eat, get in the pool, I don't care. just- please, let me finish."

Eddie shrugged again, "as you wish, Stevie boy, enjoy your pointless task." and he disappeared into the big house.

Steve pinched his nose bridge and took a deep breath, and then got back to his routine.

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Steve woke up spooning Eddie from the back. He took a short look at his watch to see it wasn't even 6am. It was a Tuesday, and both of them didn't have work until the afternoon, so technically he could just go back to sleep and enjoy a late morning, but a plot has started to write itself in his head.

He stayed there for a few more minutes, hearing Wayne coming in and going straight to his room after his shift, and then he slowly detached himself from Eddie, doing his very best not to wake him up. He successfully got out of bed and out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

He opened the cupboard under the kitchen sink, looking for cleaning supplies. He found a sponge, some rugs and a bucket, a window cleaning solution and dish soap. He sighed and took them all out, and then grabbed a few plastic bags and slowly got out of the trailer, trying not to drop anything.

When he placed everything on the gravel, the sun started to come out and birds were chirping. He took a deep breath in, he loved the morning air, before everyone woke up it felt cleaner, somehow.

He opened the hose and started filling up the bucket with water, and added the dish soap. He then threw in the sponges and rugs and let them soak.

He opened the front door of Eddie's van, prepared for a mess, but not that much of a mess. Actual food was all over the floor, which made Steve wonder how the pedals even work. The dashboard was sticky and empty snack packages were all over the place, but mostly stuck between the chairs. Steve couldn't blame it all on Eddie, because he knew the Corroded Coffin guys took the van sometimes too. He also couldn't remember when was the last time he actually was in the van. When they went out together they almost always took Steve's car, mostly because Eddie's driving made Steve fear for his life, but maybe also because he just didn't feel comfortable in Eddie's car? He couldn't tell.

He started picking up trash into a plastic bag. In the beginning he went slowly, trying to touch as little as he can, but when his hand dipped in a brown thing he hoped was melted chocolate, he gave into it and grabbed piles of dirt, filling bag after bag.

When he was done with that, he started hitting the seats, making crumbs and sand and probably living things jump into the air. He then took out the car's carpets and shook them from all the crumbs he just dropped on them, banging them on the ground and giving them a wipe with a soaped up rug. He cleaned the air-conditioning vents, the windows from the inside and made sure the stirring wheel didn't glue to his hands.

He finished the interior of the car after 6:30am. He shut the doors and opened the hose again. He sprayed water all over the big van, getting it all wet. Then he took the soap, and squeezed the bottle, covering the car with green stripes.

He took one of the sponges out of the bucket and started scrubbing. He scrubbed every single inch on the van, the windows, the door handles, the bumper, the licensing plates, the wheel rims and even the exhaust. He knew it didn't make sense, but he did it anyway.

He opened the water again, washing the car from all the foam, and watched the dirt dripping down, exposing a shiny van, that smelled like clean dishes. He took a dry rug and went over the entire van, wiping away the excess water and leaving it nice and ready to go.

He got rid of the now dirty water bucket, washed all the rugs and sponges and threw away the ones that weren't usable anymore. He took everything back inside, put it in its place and hopped in the shower.

When he joined Eddie in bed, the latter mumbled in his sleep, "where did you go..?"

Steve kissed him on the cheek, "just the bathroom," and he fell asleep again with Eddie in his arms.

The two boys woke up around 10am, stumbled out of bed and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. Steve was cooking eggs while Eddie made them both coffee when he gasped and ran out of the trailer. Steve looked through the window to see Eddie running and then standing in front of the van in shock, turned off the stove and ran out too.

He placed himself next to Eddie who slowly turned his head towards him, "what the fuck..." He whispered.

"What?" Steve asked, innocently.

"Did you do that..?" Eddie was still half whispering, and opened the driver's door, "Steve!" He sat in front of the wheel, "this entire car smells like you! you did this!"

Steve completely forgot he sprayed his aftershave in the car when he finished cleaning. He also couldn't tell from Eddie's tone whether or not he was happy about this whole thing, so he just said, "yeah..?"

Eddie jumped back out and hugged Steve tightly, and then gave him a wet kiss on the cheek, "thank you."

Steve, who was utterly confused, pushed Eddie away a bit, examining his face, "are you okay?"

Eddie beamed, "of course I'm okay! my van is clean and smells like you, and you did this all for me. I honestly don't deserve you, Stevie."

"What??" Steve threw his hands, "I thought it'd piss you off! I did that to piss you off! why aren't you pissed off??!"

Eddie was the one confused now, "why would I be pissed off? also, why would you even want to piss me off in the first place?" he crossed his arms and tapped his bare foot on the gravel, trying to erase the amused expression off his face.

"Because," Steve opened, "You always annoy me and tease me about how me cleaning my car every week is pointless, so I thought you just hate clean cars altogether, so I decided to clean yours. You're supposed to be pissed because you think clean cars are pointless." He finished and crossed his arms too, mirroring Eddie.

Eddie started laughing, loud and hard, and came to hug Steve again, "Gosh, Stevie, my sweetheart, I love your clean car. I love how you're so tidy, I love to see how the kids subconsciously copy you and clean after themselves, I love how you always put everything back in place, I love how there are never dirty dishes in your sink, and never piles of dirty clothes waiting to be washed. I love how you mindlessly pick up my stuff around my room and dust the record player, I love how you change my bedsheets. If anything, me picking on you for cleaning your car was out of pure jealousy. I wish I was a bit more like you. I know we never take my car because it's so messy, but I wish I could drive you some places without feeling bad about the way it smells," Steve made a face and Eddie giggled, "Okay, I don't have to drive, but thanks to you, we actually can take the van now. It's a lot more compatible for road trips and camping. We can do those things now." He smiled and Steve smiled too.

"I'm sorry I did it behind your back..." Steve said looking down and Eddie held his chin back up.

"No, it's for the best. I don't think I'd be able to handle the embarrassment, seeing the condition of this car," he made a disgusted face, "thank you for bringing it back to a normal state. I promise I'll try to keep it as clean as I can." He put a hand on his heart and Steve released a chuckle.

"Yeah, okay," He raised an eyebrow, "or you can just ask me to do that, I actually do enjoy it."

Eddie rolled his eyes and pushed Steve into the van, "I still don't believe that, Stevie boy."

He started the car and they drove off, with Steve holding onto his seat and begging Eddie to slow down.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things #ficlet #steddie fic #i somehow always end up making eddie a messy bitch and steve an annoyingly tidy mom #im eddie in this equation just to be clear #i used to have a friend who cleaned my room every time she came over #mopping the floor and everything #i almost felt bad but my room was clean so

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knittedbond · 2 years

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thinking about marie kondo and her kiccoro tshirt

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Being surrounded by things that spark joy makes you happy

Everyone has things that they love, things that they cannot imagine parting with, even though other people shake their heads in disbelief when they see them. I see the things that other people find precious every day, and you would be amazed at the strange and incomprehensible articles that capture people's hearts-- a set of ten finger puppets each with one eye only and every eye different, a broken alarm clock shaped like the Morinaga Noobow character, a driftwood collection that looks more like a heap of scrap wood. But the immediate response to my hesitant, "Does this... um, really spark joy?" is an emphatic "Yes!" There is no arguing with their confident gaze and shining eyes because I, too, have one such item: my Kiccoro T-shirt.

Kiccoro ("Forest Child") was one of two official mascots for Aichi Expo 2005, which promoted love for the earth and renewable, eco-friendly technology. The larger mascot, Morizo, is perhaps better known. Kiccoro is Morizo's sidekick, a little, lime green, roly-poly character, and my T-shirt shows only Kiccoro's face. I wear it around the bouse all the time. It is one thing that I just cannot bring myself to part with, even if people were to ridicule me, saying, "How can you keep this? Aren't you embarrassed? How can you wear that? You should throw it away."

Let me be clear. The clothes I wear at home are generally cute and pretty. I usually wear girly things, such as camisoles with layers of pink frills and flower-print cotton ensembles, around the house. The only exception is my Kiccoro T-shirt. It is quite a curious article, shocking green in color with just Kiccoro's eyes and half-open, full-lipped mouth, and the tag clearly indicates that it's a children's size. As the Expo was held in 2005, I've been wearing it for many years even though I have no sentimental memories from the event itself. Just reading what I've written here makes me feel embarrassed to be hanging on to such a thing, yet whenever I see it, I can't bring myself to throw it away. My heart starts beating faster as soon as I see Kiccoro's lovely round eyes.

The contents of my drawers are organized so that I can see at a glance what's there. This T-shirt sticks out like a sore thumb among all my graceful, feminine clothes, yet that just makes it more endearing. It's so old now, you would think that it would be stretched out of shape or stained, but it's not, so I can't find any excuse in that area for discarding it. The fact that the tag declares it was made in some other country even though it was it a Japanese expo could have ruined its appeal for me, yet I still can't throw it away.

These are the types of things you should boldly hang on to. If you can say without a doubt, "I really like this!" no matter what anyone else says, and if you like yourself for having it, then ignore what other people thing. To tell the truth, I would not want anyone else to see me wearing my Kiccoro T-shirt. But I keep it for the little joys it gives me, the giggle I get when I take it out and look at it all on my own, the contentment I feel when Kiccoro and I are sweating together as we clean and wondering what to tackle next.

I can think of no greater happiness in life than to be surrounded only by the things I love. How about you? All you need to do is to get rid of anything that doesn't touch your heart. There is no simpler way to contentment. What else could this be called but "the magic of tidying"?

and kiccoro himself :]

#words #the life changing magic of tidying up #marie kondo #konmari method #honestly like. ive been thinking abt this ever since i read it bc i have a shirt exactly like this #it's my counter/weight shirt and every time i wear it i feel so so happy its my favorite thing in the world #and i cant stop thinking abt just applying this to everything !!#ideal #semicolon

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minipliny · 7 months

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All my hands on hobbies comprise attempting to rescue my living space from The Horrors i don't understand people who use their upright time for fibercraft instead of alternately cursing and scrubbing out pantry cupboards with, inexplicably, oven and hob cleaner. 2/3 done but then there is the dread Overflow Box and the IKEA kitchen island which has once again become Cursed

#pliny mum sweetly catsat for 2 weeks and also left a note like #heres everything i cleaned up and or replaced #this is the suggested follow up #unfortunately.....she is right....#my maternal line is so full of very tidy thrifty scottish women and then this happened

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taylortruther · 1 month

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We need to know what our gender role truther thinks about 50/50 split in dating now since it is going around

we split meals 50-50 (as in, we take turns paying for meals in full.) when talking about m/f relationships, i do not think the split in the first few dates is a great predictor of anything. like, a man could pay 100% because he feels it's the least he could do. or maybe because he knows women judge men harshly and he wants a date. maybe he does it because he feels you'll owe him sex. maybe he just thinks it's the "rule" and has no thoughts beyond that. perhaps he makes $500k a year so he paid for your coffee but he's a cheapskate and that's why he decided coffee not a whole-ass meal and he'll force you to go 50-50 on rent when you move in together. WHO KNOWS?

and like, i do think you should date for the relationship you want. so if you enjoy a little traditional gender roles in your relationship, maybe this matters to you a lot. if you expect a man to be generous with his wallet, then yeah, don't date the guy who goes dutch lmao (just know the guy who thinks that's his job probably has other antiquated ideas.)

if you desire egalitarianism then it is more complicated and not one size fits all.

#like my bf's and my relationship is extremely balanced but i paid more attention to other things #like... how he reacts to my body hair (doesn't care) and how he has interacted with men who were being sexist #or how he cares about my pleasure more than his own during sex and tidies up after himself when he's at my house #he assumes i am capable and just as knowledgeable as he is about everything even things he is an expert in #i care more about that than the fact that he 'let' me pay for my own coffee on our first date

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bunnyinatree · 3 months

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Here's another M2EB doodle that's over a year old. The outfit for Chapter Six was already established at the time, but I was still playing around with ideas for Chapter Thirty-Six and beyond.

[image ID: two digital drawings of Near from Death Note, as they appear in the fanfic "Mikami 2: Electric Boogaloo." In the first image, they are standing in a darkened room wearing baggy blue pants, a rumpled white button-up, a blue face mask, and sunglasses. An orange jacket hangs loose off of their shoulders; their hands are hidden in their pants' pockets; their hair is long, loose, and in disarray; and a panda neck pillow sits atop their shoulders. The image is captioned: "reuniting with my husband after 5+ years". In the second image, Near is standing in a well-lit kitchen, smiling. They are wearing a blue vest over a white button-up, as well as a long patterned skirt and pair of socks. Their hair is still long but less unruly, with half of it pulled up into a bun on the top of their head. Their hands are buried in their skirt pockets, and the image is captioned: "accusing a former coworker of mass murder". End image ID.]

#death note #near #nate river #m2eb #my art #i call it a doodle because i never tidied up the lines on near #if you look closely it's actually more polished in the background than the foreground #but i don't mind my messier sketches; they're only messy by my own standards #and i'm trying to get better at posting “unfinished” works rather than pushing myself to try and “perfect” everything

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