#spring cleaning ig

[girlrct]

boo

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie walks into his house after a three-day work trip in NYC to find…..a lot of boxes.

Most of them cardboard, most of them labeled DONATE or TRASH or GARAGE in Steve’s familiar handwriting.

“Oh, jeez,” Eddie mutters, because he knows what this is. Sure enough, he follows a trail of boxes upstairs to find the rest of his family in his youngest daughter Hazel’s room.

“Spring cleaning?” Eddie asks.

“Spring cleaning,” Moe says with an affirmative nod.

“Just Hazel’s room?” he asks, because Moe and Robbie are looking awfully comfortable sitting on Hazel’s bed while Hazel herself is rummaging through a back corner of her jam-packed closet, Steve watching over her shoulder with his hands on his hips.

“Uh, well, Moe ‘doesn’t do clutter’,” Steve says as he looks over at Eddie, “and therefore is exempt, apparently, and Robbie’s room gives me a migraine.”

“Plus,” Moe cuts in, “Robbie’s room is all clutter. If we get rid of it all, she'd have no personality left.”

“Hey,” Robbie says, jabbing her elbow into Moe's side, “Don’t be rude.”

Steve gives Eddie a do you see what I’m dealing with kind of look as Hazel finally emerges from her closet. 

“Dad, do you want this?” Hazel asks, holding out a very small, dog-shaped notebook with a comically large spiral binding that she probably acquired when she was in elementary school, “For writing or whatever?”

“Uh…”

“Just say yes so I can move some shit out of here,” Steve mutters, so Eddie takes the notebook from Hazel, and as soon as she was turning back to her closet, Steve took it from him and tossed it into the ‘Donate’ box in the hallway.

A moment later, Hazel emerged again, turning around to show everyone two plastic lawn flamingos (mismatched, Eddie notes).

“Thoughts?” she asked.

“Hon, those don’t even match,” Steve says (and he sounds all beleaguered and everything as if all this wasn’t his crusade to begin with), “They’re two totally different shades of pink.”

“Well, did you know that they’re actually white when they’re born? And then they eat mostly shrimp and that’s how they turn pink.”

Steve just stares at her for a moment, “Okay, Haze, those are plastic.”

“You should keep those,” Moe said, “Genuinely they’re, like, decor. You can put them somewhere.”

They spend a few minutes watching Hazel precariously balance the flamingos’ spindly legs on top of her bookshelf, but it doesn't take long for something else to catch Steve's eye.

“What’s that?” Steve asks, jutting his chin in the direction of something on an open shelf of Hazel’s dresser.

Hazel fetches a plastic Starbucks cup with a dozen or so dusty rocks inside.

“They’re rocks,” Hazel points out, “From when we went to the Grand Canyon.”

“Okay…” Steve says slowly, “Do they have to be in your sock drawer?”

“Why don’t you put them on your windowsill?” Robbie suggests, “You can charge the rocks, like, spiritually.”

“Oh yeah, there’s an idea,” Steve comments, but Hazel is already halfway to the window. Still, she pauses, and then turns back to face them.

“Do you think they miss their home?” she asks.

“What?” Steve looks at her.

“In the Grand Canyon?”

“Oh, Hazel,” Steve sighs.

“We could try to ship them back,” Moe suggests.

“None of you are helping.”

[chaemingly]

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[davepetasprites]

GOD i should clean up the house soon bc ive been slacking and letting shit pile up im genuinely looking at myself like

[daughterofsarenrae]

I underestimated how long it would take to print 100 copies of a double sided page and i 10000% shouldve used the office printer and not the library printer. But im in for the long haul now. Fingers crossed that the collections people dont come in here and get upset with me for using all of their paper/ink

[asktulsa]

In your opinion who's the worst soc?

I don’t know… (def not Cherry, that’s for sure) I moved here like a month ago, so idrk anyone. I’ve heard bad stuff about Bob and Paul though, Pony, Curly, and Mark rant about him all the time, (Ik he jumped Johnny, but he never talks about it), and I’ve caught Darry crying over this “Paul” guy multiple times. Oh and in Darry’s senior yearbook, Paul’s photo is circled with hearts all around it, there are tear drop stains there now.

(Darry) Who told you that-

Dar, you’ve got some explaining to do

(Two-bit) Yeah Darry, spill.

(Darry) Pony, go do your homework. Two-bit go do… anything not illegal I guess

(Two-bit) Aw man :(

(Dally) Their all the worst. Except the red-head.

Ew.

I agree with Dally, they’re all bad. Cherry’s the only nice one

What Mark n’ Dally said, they’re all no-good trust-fund babies. They say us greasers should get like, jobs or something, but like, I do have a job…

Drug dealing doesn’t count as a job, Curls.

Shush

Well, there are some good socs, Randy’s pretty nice, same with Marcia… yea they’re really the only two I can think of…

See? All of them are bad except for like, three. Even Randy’s not great!

What’d Randy do?

He almost drowned you a few months ago

Nah that was Bob, Randy was merely a bystander

Sure…

Btw I answered this in more depth on my main account: post here

[meanderingwistera]

If you see my blog going through a bit of an identity crisis don’t worry about it! I’m working on expanding my masterlist and cleaning up my intro post!

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Learned about this sci-fi/action found footage movie about a scientist making zombie robot things during WW2 and I’m just going to skip explaining everything else to say— when you want to invoke a person as reason for crimes against humanity projects like this why is it always a descendant? Like you can just say they liked their work or got obsessed with it, they’re insane already so a delusion can work too yknow?

You don't gotta be related to Frankenstein, you can just be a werido

[httpiastri]

idk if this is like weird or not but i’m curious as to what the drivers smell like as in like what cologne they use im just wildly curious

not that weird actually 🤭 ive been thinking about this tons too... just like imagining what they smell like....... i had ollie's cologne written up somewhere but i think i lost the note 😶

[fr0gg13b413]

inconsolable weeping christ is now a part of my permanent vocabulary. just a heads up.

[ashironie]

Spring cleaning

Mk: ok so we have three piles, Keep, Donate, and trash—

Red Son: *picks Mk up and puts him in one of the piles*

Mk: awww Red Son that’s not how this— *looks at the name of the pile* Red Son this is the trash pile… RED SON THIS IS THE TRASH PILE

[rotgutroadkill]

feeling the explicit urge to rework my entire profile

[rubyroboticalt]

potential new wave of pornbots incoming just blocked a few of em

[cinamun]

I guess this was the spark I needed to clean up all the broken CAS cc in my game. Thanks random, unlocateable afro hair!!!

Currently trying to get this mf out of my game

[angelyuji]

open up

sorry this took half a year my queen, i finished this a while ago but i was worried this sucked but now im like.... whatever ig so..... here you go! @realifezompire

yandere miguel o'hara x reader

cw // stalking, breaking and entering, yandere/toxic behavior, implied kidnapping, murder (again pls lmk if i missed anything)

you weren’t concerned at first. honestly, you were flattered. the gifts were sweet: bouquets and expensive chocolates. you were overflowing with happiness at the thought of someone sending you gifts. you weren’t sure how they found out where you worked or lived, but it hadn’t occurred to you to be worried. you weren’t special or interesting enough to be in danger. you were no superhero or anyone famous. so you continued to live your life – working, walking in the park, eating at as many new restaurants – as obliviously as possible. your admirer kept sending you things, moving onto jewelry and accessories. you started to feel uncomfortable, but what could you do without knowing who cherished you in this way.

“a young woman was found dead this morning.”

“another body was found near the park, drained of its blood.”

“the police say that the women were robbed of their valuables and clothes after death.”

“we warn everyone to say indoors at night. lock the doors and don’t let anyone in.”

“everything on the news is so depressing lately.” you shudder.

your friend nods her head, sipping her latte, “yeah, with all the girls going missing, we should be careful.”

you hum in agreement, eating the food you bought, “so, what do you think about the new café? should we add it to the list?”

she shrugs, “it’s meh at best. i think the place you went last week looked nicer too.”

“ugh, yeah, but one of the bodies was found there so now the cops won’t let anyone near.”

“excuse me, miss?” you look up, startled by the voice. the man towers over you. his dark hair falling into his eyes as he bends slightly. “i think you dropped this.” he holds out your wallet. he looked familiar, but you didn’t know why.

“oh! thank you! i didn’t even notice.” he lets you take it, smiling.

“of course, i knew a sweet girl like you wouldn’t realize.” you blink, taken aback by the comment. he walks away before you could respond.

your friend lets out a incredulous laugh, “what the fuck?”

you sigh, annoyed, “asshole… let’s just go back to work.”

the day went by fast with all your thoughts wrapped up about the asshole you meant at the café. you try to rack your brain, trying to understand your familiarity with the man. “hey, are you coming out tonight? gabby wants to go to that restaurant.” you stir from your thoughts.

“no,” you sigh, “i have to do some spring cleaning in the apartment. i have a shit ton of clothes to donate.” your friend looks over, biting back a smile.

“you sure you’re not just waiting for your secret admirer?” she teases you, gently pinching your arm.

“n-no!” you swat her away, “no, i-i have spring cleaning.” you huff. your hands fidget, twisting the necklace you were given last week.

“right, right. i’m sure.” she laughs as you near your place. you say your goodbyes and your friend teases you once more, leaving you fuming and stomping back in. you slam your door closed, throwing your purse onto the table.

“another drained body found near-”

you turn down the volume as you get ready to make dinner, when you hear a knock. you tense, you know what’s going on in town. your body tells you to be careful, but… what if it’s him? you look through the peephole, but nothing.

“hello? is someone there?” your voice shakes and you curse your fear. silence greets it. “shit… alright.” you slowly open the door and your eyes land on a bracelet, carefully placed on the ground. you bend over, fingers tracing the charms attached. it’s cold and beautiful, but something’s off. perhaps the news was getting to you, maybe your friend struck a nerve, or it could be that you were getting tired of your admirer. something was stopping you from taking it. you feel a shadow over you as you contemplate.

“not your taste?” his voice was dark and your ears perked in recognition. you look up to see him. before you could scramble back, his hand was around your throat. he dragged you up, pulling you inside, and slammed you against the wall. “i tried to grab the more expensive people, but at some point the hunger took over.”

“p-please, le-let me go.” you choke out as his hand tightens.

“i can’t,” his finger traces your jaw, “i’ve been looking everywhere for you, (y/n).” his hand trails down to grip your waist. his hand loosens around your throat, but before you could think to push him off, he pulls you in. he takes a deep breathe, “the smell of you lights my nerves on fire.” he growls as he presses his lips to your neck. you whimper and he chuckles.

“p-please…” you let out an anguished whisper, “i don’t even know you.” you could feel a sob threatening to escape your lips.

“but i know you.” he lets go of you, “you wore every gift i’ve given you, eaten every sweet, and decorated your home with my flowers.” you feel your blood grow cold and you crumple to the floor. he crouches down, grabbing your face in one hand. you wince, feeling his nails dig into your skin.

“no…” your head spins in realization.

“yes,” he smiles, fangs peeking out, “i’ve waited long enough to have you,” he tilts your head to the side, baring your neck to him. “i’ve drank enough dirty blood to tide my urges to make sure you knew of my love for you, but i can’t-” he pulls you into his arms once more, pressing your chest against his. you feel his breathe on your neck and teeth close to breaking skin. “-drink anymore of that filth. not when you’re here for me.”

reality sets in and you fight, struggling in his strong arms, “wait- please-” the dam breaks and the tears flow; you shove the man as hard as you could, but he doesn’t waver.

“you won’t feel any pain, angel.” his voice rumbles against your skin, “you’ll see, when you wake up tomorrow…” his teeth pierce your neck and you let out a choked scream, “you were made for me.”

you try to struggle, but the more you struggled, the more it felt like your blood was turning to ice. “st-stop, ple-please… i-i don’t want to die.” you sob.

miguel chuckles, you could feel his teeth leave your neck, but he presses his mouth back to your skin, sucking down the blood dripping from the wound. “oh sweetheart, you’re not going to die. in fact, you’re going to live a very very long life with me.”

[chrxsprettygirl]

𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔…

AN: a lil thank you for 600 followers :)

It’s been about a month since me and Chris made up, things has been okay to say the least we’ve gone back to talking the way we used to, we’ve been going out a lot. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t talking to other people but nothing serious. It’s been nice. Im currently out with Stella, we both just finished spring cleaning and decided to go shopping as a reward. We walk around the mall going into a few stores, eating stuff from the food court.

“Let’s go to Victoria’s Secret” Stella says handing me the drink we both are sharing, I nod as she drags me into the store. We pick out a few things trying them on for each other switching up a few things. As we’re checking out I get a call, it’s Chris. I answer the call “Heyy” I greet him “Hey are you busy today?” I raise my eyebrow looking at Stella “Um im out with Stella right now but I think I’ll be home all night why?” I reply pulling my wallet out to pay “Okay can i pick you up tonight? Just to go get ice cream or something anything you want” I grin as I pay for my stuff and the cashier hands me the bag, I give her smile “Uh sure what time?” “Is 9 good for you?” “Yeah I’ll see you then bye” I hang up turning to Stella telling her everything “I bet he’s gonna ask you to be his girlfriend” she says playfully, I smack her arm softly “shut up”. We continue to go around buying things here and there.

Later that evening…

We arrive home going into our rooms to pack up all of our new stuff, im playing music on my tv as I organize my stuff. When I’m done I decide to do a bit of laundry when there’s a knock at the door I look at the time, it’s not 9 yet I go over to Stella’s room “Are you expecting someone?” I ask her “yeah this girl I met a few weeks ago but she’s coming in like an hour” I nod honing to open the door, maybe she’s here early, I open the door and there’s a guy with a bouquet of flowers and a basket, it looks like some your boyfriend would make for you on Valentine’s Day “Hello is this where Y/N L/N lives” he ask “yeah” I reply and he hands the stuff to me asking me to sign a paper, I do thanking him bring the things inside setting them down in the kitchen counter “Ou is this from Chris?” I hear Stella coming into the room, I shrug “I don’t know I’m lookign for a note” I find a little card on side of the basket, it’s from the guy I was talking to when Chris and I weren’t talking “Oh it’s from the guy I was telling you abt, the one with the dreads” I tell her, she fake gasp “scandalous” I scoff at her antics going to my room grabbing my phone to thank him, I look through the rest of the things seeing another card in the basket ‘be my girlfriend’ I read it and internally cringe, not because of the card but because I haven’t talked to this dude in almost 2 months.

I send him another message turning him down, as I send that message he angerly replies, he’s calling me all sort of names and threatening me, I send him one last text telling him to fuck himself before blocking him. I lock the front door bring the stuff to my room contemplating if I should keep them or send them back to him. “I mean fuck it im keeping it cuz like the fuck is h goign to do with them” I say to myself also packing them in my room and bathroom. When I’m done I decide maybe I should start getting ready for my date (can you even call it that) with Chris. I go to my bathroom taking a shower, once I’m out I do my regular routine. My skincare, drown my body in lotion and get dressed, i can’t decide if I should get dressed up or just wear sweats. I eventually decide to just wear some jeans and a top Ig laced at the time it’s almost 9, I sit at my vanity doing my edges and putting on some lip gloss. I get a message from him saying he’s in the parking lot and asking for my room number I hesitate a bit before sending him the number I hear the knock at the door followed by voices.

I walk out the room to see Stella, Chris and who I assume is Stella’s guest in the kitchen. My eyes fall on Chris he has a small bouquet of flowers in his hand , damn looks like the universe loves me today, I smile walking over to him “Hii” I greet him “hey these are for you” he hands me the bouquet I smile going to my room and putting the flowers in my desk, I walk up to the front door putting on my shoes and he follows behind me i grab my keys telling Stella bye and we both leave “Did you really come up to my room to give me flowers” i question him when he calls for the elevator, he looks down at me “yep do you like them?” The doors open amd walk into the elevator “yes they’re very pretty, thank you” he grins “no problem sweetheart” he puts his arm around my shoulder. We get the elevator going into the parking lot getting the car.

On the way we’re both yapping to each other catching up on what’s been going on. We arrive at a little ice cream parlor, we go inside standing in line I turn to look at all the flavors they had my eyes going wide and my mouth watering slightly “What are getting?” He ask as he places his hand on my lower back I shrug “i don’t know they all look so good…. What are you getting?” I ask him “Mint chip” he answer I make a face “that’s shits ass” he scoffs “No its not” “Yes it is” he shakes his head “Whatever you say princess but im still getting it” I hum “I think I’ll get the strawberry cheesecake or maybe the macadamia” I say “Just get both” he says nonchalantly I look back at him surprised “Can I?” He nods his head as he walks up to the counter ordering it for the both of us. We get our ice cream paying before leaving at going to sit on one of the benches outside. We stay out there for a got minute talking about any and everything, we’re laughing and playing around people are walking by us giving us looks but we don’t notice too caught up in each other’s company to care.

“Ah think is time we start getting you home” he says looking at him phone, I glance at my watch to check the time, 11:36 pm, guess I’m gonna be late for class tomorrow. I nod we get up from our seat throwing away our garbage going into the car, as I’m buckling in I notice a little bag in the backseat, it looks like those bags they give you at some fancy jewelry store, I wanna ask him about but I don’t “Wanna be on aux?” He ask me offering the cord “You know damn well the answer to that” I say yanking the cord out of his hands as he chuckles, I plug my phone in putting on I playlist I made for when I’m in the car with him, the entire ride home is just us singing along to the songs and chatting a little bit more, we’re just having so much fun im sad when I recognize the familiar road leading up to the dorms, when we park I let out a sigh grabbing my things turning to him “Thank you, I had a lot of fun” I tell him he smiles “Wait I got something for you” he says reaching into the backseat grabbing the little bag I saw earlier handing it to me.

“What is it” I ask him accepting it “Open it” is all he says, I look at him suspiciously reaching into the bag and I pull out a Van Cleef jewelry box I gasp looking at him “You got me something from Van Cleef are you insane?” I ask excitedly he nudges his head at it “Open it” I shakily open the box to see a beautiful white jewelry set, my jaw drops when I see it I look up at him when he reaches in his pocket and hands me a card, I take it from him opening it up ‘will you be my girlfriend’ damn im on a roll catching these boys like damn Pokémons , I look back at him going over the cars middle console to give him a hug “YES OFC THE FUCK? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS” I tell him, I feel like I’m on cloud nine, on a high I hope to never come down from, he wraps his arms around me letting out a sigh “Thank God” he whispers under his breath. We finally pull away when he offers to help me put on the jewelry, I let him looking in the little mirror I turn grabbing his face smashing my lips on his, he returns the kiss with the same amount of passion holding my head in place it felt like the world stopped, all I could think about is him, his hands, his hair, his lips, his scent, all him. We pull away our breath heavy “Thank you so much” I tell him he smiles at me, oh God how I love his smile “My pleasure sweetheart, no go inside you need your beauty rest, I’ll talk to you in the morning?” I nod, he peck my lips one more time before I leave going inside my door, when I get inside the place is empty and quiet, Stella’s probably asleep I go into my room deciding I’ll tell her everything tomorrow. I look into my mirror looking at the stuff Chris got me, My boyfriend got me I smile to myself, I get undress flopping into my bed going to sleep not knowing how much my life’s about to change……and I mean really change.

An: hehe hellooooooo thank you from the bottom of my pussy for 600!! Hope you enjoyed this one, shits abt to get crazyyyyyyy

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