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This made me cry in front of my parents oof 😭😭😭💓

stan and richie go to pride

- richie whines about how he wants to go to pride but stan doesn’t think it’s something worthy and he always refuses to go - he thinks richie wants this only because of the food and fun and music and he thinks pride is just extra - but one night richie tells him that he wants to go because he is actually proud of who he is and because he wants stan to be proud of himself and of their relationship -so stan just buys tickets to the earliest plane the next morning because he is so touched - and they go to pride in ca because there always are the biggest ones and stan just wants his boy to be the happiest person ever - richie already is the happiest person ever - they arrive in san francisco and go to the parade and there are so many flags and colours and happy tears and there is so much pride - stan is amazed by how many people are out there having the time of their lives - he finds a gay flag for himself and a bi flag for richie and richie just wraps himself in it and runs forward screaming happily - stan rolls his eyes because richie just hugs random people but stan’s heart flutters every time he sees them hugging back - because this is what makes richie happy - being around people who are not ashamed of themselves - who are not judging him - who accept him not even knowing his name - well they all probably know his name considering how he yelled ‘RICHIE HAS A BIG DICK’ into the crowd because. it’s richie. - pride is coming to an end and there are fireworks and confetti - and happy people everywhere - and stan and richie just stand there watching bright colours appear and mix and disappear and appear again and they look each other in the eyes - “i love you”, - richie says and stan freezes - of course richie has said this before - a lot - too much maybe - but this time stan sees the look in his eyes - just pure happiness and love - oh my god so much love - he feels his heart bumping in his throat - ”i love you too”, - he whispers because boy does he love richie tozier - he loves every single thing about him and even his stupid pranks and fucked up humour and the mess he brings to his life - he loves the incredible kindness of his soul - his genuineness - and he also is pretty hot - so stan tells him all of this watching richie’s face light up and a smile touching his perfectly kissable lips - stan kisses richie - in public - stan has never kissed richie in public - but he’s so overwhelmed with love - and people around are happy and they won’t judge them -  he can be himself here with all of these people who maybe feel the same way - and he doesn’t feel scared or ashamed anymore - because it’s their time now - and they’re celebrating their love.

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DO NOT DO THIS.

This makes me so angry.

If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.

My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.

When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.

If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.

Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.

Please signal boost this so people know.

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do u ever have a thought that’s so fuckin inappropriate that u feel like dumping a bucket of water on urself like. calm down, self. tone it down. think about jesus

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Everything is shit and the world might be on the verge of nuclear war.

Bruno Mars: *releases another 80s/90s sounding bop* 

Everyone:

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This made my whole fucking day better :))

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Everyone wearing black at the Golden Globes tonight is recognizing the death of old Hollywood sexism and ushering in the new era of Hollywood and intersectional equality.

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*Police sirens in the distance*

Ben, who’s never done anything wrong in his life: They’ve found me

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richie, probably: uhh my boyfriend, who bled out in the sewers and was thought to be dead, just sent me this..

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Edwin whispering “Yo, it’s prettymuch” in the beginning of Open Arms. Reblog if you agree.

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ok but when will my man austin get the solos he deserves. i will not let simon make a niall 2.0 of him. 

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┏┓

┃┃╱╲ in this

┃╱╱╲╲ house

╱╱╭╮╲╲ we

▔▏┗┛▕▔ respect

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Anyone Dacre chooses to date

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this photo of ezra miller is richie tozier college au after a frat party don’t you even try to fight me about it

also stan took the picture

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My Murderer : Any last words?

Me: Hey Alexa, play africa by Toto.

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My Kind of Woman || Mike Wheeler

Characters: Mike Wheeler x Reader, Dustin, Lucas, Will

Summary: Based on the fact that Finn can sing & play guitar- so an au where Mike can play and sing, reader is 2 years older, Mike is upset about Will so the reader helps him find something to help him deal with the situation

A/N: ayyyye bringing you another babysitter imagine, also this is based in the stranger things times so i know the song wasn’t even made but for this purpose let’s pretend it was Xx

“You know where everything is,” Mrs Wheeler said, picking up her coat from the arm of the couch. You nodded. “Mike needs to be in bed by 10, make sure he does his homework and just keep a close eye, he’s been upset recently.” she waved you goodbye before her and Mr Wheeler left the house. You closed the door and called for Mike from the bottom of the stairs. No reply. You walked up and knocked on his door, when there was nothing but a small whimper you opened the door slowly.

“Opening this slowly so I know you’re not doing boy stuff,” you said, trying to make him laugh. He chuckled slightly but not enough to make him smile. You walked in fully and saw him scrunched up on his bed. Back to the wall and head to his knees. “Hey, no, dude, are you okay?” you asked Mike as he sat in his room crying.

He looked up to you, slightly embarrassed and quickly wiped his eyes causing them to turn a sore red. He coughed in attempts to make sure his voice wouldn’t crack. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

 You raised your eyebrows at him and nodded. “Yeah course you are, and I have a dick,” you said. “What’s actually the matter?”

 “It’s nothing,” he muttered as he stood up. “You wouldn’t understand,” he turned his back on you and looked out the window. You went and jumped on his bed, crossed your legs and bounced slightly eagerly. He swivelled round sharply and stared at you.

“Try me,” you said. He sat next to you on the bed. He then began to explain to you all about what happened with Will and how they got him back, but that it was still difficult because everyone knew it wasn’t the same.

“I believe you,” you said, looking down and picking at the skin of your thumb. “I know you and you’re not a kid that lies. Even though I can’t compare anything that I’ve been through to what you and your friends have, I know something that could help you. I used to get heavily bullied, worst time of my life,” Mike looked at you intently, hanging onto every word. You coughed and exhaled away your emotions. “But I’ll tell you what, the thing that helped me contain my anger and upset, and what helped me to express all of the shit, was music.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, now leaning down, elbows resting on his knees.

“Playing music, I got a bunch of friends together to just jam out sometimes. I also just sit in the comfort of my room and play, and sing, it’s pretty therapeutic.”

“I don’t have a guitar or anything, though.” He sighed and you waved him off.

“Come by the music room tomorrow at lunch and you can use one there.”

“You sure?” he asked and you nodded.

 You spent the rest of the night watching movie marathons of Mike’s favourites, as well as sitting and listening to Mike try to explain Dungeons & Dragons to you, hoping one day you’d want to play it with him and the others. You tried your best that night to make Mike feel as positive about things as possible; you hated to see him cry, it literally broke your heart to see it. 

                                                          ***

“Hey, Mike, where are you going?” Dustin called out to him after noticing that Mike was walking in the opposite direction.

“I-uh- I’ve just got something to do, I’ll be out in a bit,” he called as he rushed off to find you in the music room.

You were sat alone, looking through the instruments to pick when mike came storming in. You turned to him and smiled.

“What’s up, Wheeler,” he smiled shyly at the nickname and walked to stand next to you. “Pick out a guitar.” He picked one out and joined you where you were sat. “First song I ever learnt was My Kind of Woman, by Mac Demarco.”

He played as you taught him, focusing intently on each step, and funnily enough he was really good. The two of you laughed and joked about but what you hadn’t realised was that mike’s friends were stood, and had been stood, outside the room listening in.

“Hey,” you said before he left. “My band’s playing here tonight,” she passed him a poster with the venue and the gig. “And I’d really like it if you could come, bring your friends along,” you nodded towards the door as you could see the others in plain sight looking through the door window. When they saw Mike turn round and saw you looking at them, they widened their eyes and quickly ducked down. Dustin stayed up and was quickly yanked down by Will. Before they’d all ducked down, though, Mike raised his eyebrows at them almost to say ‘are you serious?’. “But just try and come,” you finished, causing Mike to turn back to face you, you laughing slightly.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he smiled. He walked out and as he did the guys jumped him.

“You didn’t tell us you were getting taught by (Y/N) (Y/S/N),” Lucas lowered his voice to a whisper when he said your name.

“It was no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Dustin squeaked. “She invited you to her gig.” Mike just shrugged.

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Mike had been practising day and night with the guitar you’d lent him, both to help him deal with his emotions but to also try and impress you if he’d gotten the chance to play for you again. He caught on pretty quickly and nobody had realised that he could sing or even play an instrument.

The guys and Mike turned up outside the venue. It was quite small and everyone there turned and looked at the group as they walked in. Mutters filled the room, as well as the original noise of obnoxious laughter and loud talking, almost as if people were competing to be heard. Mike felt uneasy and uncomfortable until you called out to him from across the room.

“Mike,” you walked up to them all. “I’m glad you guys could all make it.” All the boys just stared at you, unable to believe that you were actually acknowledging them. “I wanted you to show off some of your skills in one of the sets, have you been practising? If you don’t want to, don’t worry-“

“No I’d love that,” he said. “I’ve practised a lot, the whole thing has actually helped me with everything.”

You smiled at him, ruffling his hair. You went up on stage and performed, the boys all getting excited that they were watching you play. After a few songs, you announced about Mike, praising him for his talent and for being ‘such an easy kid to babysit’. You waved over to him, the crowd suddenly staring at Mike. “Come up here, Wheeler,” Mike walked up nervously after Will eagerly shoved him forward. “This kid, this kid you guys are gonna love.” You patted his back and left him to perform with your band.

You stood with Mike’s friends watching him. They were all surprised at how good he was. You smiled as he looked over at you a couple of times. You were dancing to the music to give encouragement which only made Mike look at you more, he was getting slightly more nervous. 

He hated the fact that he was attracted, at least that’s what he thought it was, to you when you were older than him- not by much but it still got him down a bit.

He came down from the stage and towards you all. The guys hugged him and blurted out how amazing he was, all the while his eyes kept diverting to you as he laughed. The guys have him space as you walked closer. Your arms were crossed and you nodded at him, impressed.

“You were really good, Wheeler,” You nudged his shoulder lightly and he blushed, smiling to the floor. “I’m glad you’ve found something to take your mind of this shit going on, and you’re talented, kid,” he groaned internally at you calling him a kid. He nodded.

“All thanks to you,” he smiled. You have him a wink to insinuate a “no problem”. You walked back up to the rest of your band.

“Mike, you were so good,” Will said excitedly and Mike put an arm around Will. “What’s going on with her then?” Mike shrugged, staring in awe at you in the stage performing.

“I have absolutely no idea, Will,” he laughed, still watching you perform.

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2018 is gonna be lit

Prettymuch better be dropping their first album and 5SOS better impress me since they’re supposedly coming back in 2018.