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[crystallizsch]

it’s 1 minute before the 22nd ends happy bday to me

[thejudeduarte]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING PERSON EVER @viivdle !! <3

I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY I'M SO GLAD I'VE MET YOU

[catcze]

Hellooo !! Hope everyone is having a lovely day/afternoon/night !! Happy 2 report that I’m feeling much better now and I just got home from work ∩^ω^∩

Gonna freshen up a bit + make myself a little snack then I might finally post my selfship masterpost 🫣💕

[celestie0]

hello just passing by to say not a day goes by where I don't think abt kickoff, it's seriously soooo good 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank u for being an absolute romcom queen and sharing such wonderful writing with us ellie 🤍🤍 REMEMBER TO STAY HYDRATED AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BTW, hope you're doing wonderful!

AW PLS THIS IS SO SWEET thank u :”) im so happy kickoff takes up some of your mental real estate!! looool. it’s my pleasure to share my silly lil fics w you guys <33 yes tbh i need to stay hydrated ✋🏼🥲 thanks for reminder hahaha. you take care of yourself too my love!! 🧚‍♀️ ✨

[captaindamianos]

THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US SO WELL THIS WEEK QUEEN 🍽️ i feel spoiled 🥰

A very real picture of me waking up to this message this morning

I'm just!!!!!!! You have no idea how much I already love the tags you always leave for me 😭💕

I don't have anything but this but please accept my gratitude with an unfinished sketch hahaha

[aurorasgate]

cant go to sleep without watching my little astarion clips first

i’ll leave you with this one♥️

[cxlliefxn]

i'm visiting random extended family overseas that idek so srry if i'm like dead silent for a week or so 😭😭

MY BDAY IS DURING THE TRIP THO SO HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY 2 MEEEEEEE!! 🐱🎉

[donahdevotees]

I'm having so much fun reading all the tags on the fem f/o post! All your wives and gfs and friends and sisters and mom's love you guys so much !!!!!!!

[ashisgreedy]

ash!! i miss you!!! that is all!

HELLO!!! I am here! I miss you too ❤️❤️❤️

[luwukass]

happy we now have speak now tv

[liampaynememorial]

The tag we’ll be using is #RememberingLiamPayne (I’ll be following both versions: together and separated).

Honoring Liam Payne: A memorial across time and space

As we continue to process the heartbreaking news of Liam’s passing, I’ve created this tumblr as a space where we can come together and remember him.

Several of you, including some anons, suggested the idea of holding an online memorial, especially for those who can’t attend the services being held in various cities. I believe this is a beautiful way to honor him and support one another.

I’ll be posting more details on Monday, as it’s quite late now and I’ll be travelling tomorrow to attend one of the memorials. But I wanted to get this blog up and running to share a date and a way for us to contribute.

We’ll be holding the online memorial on October 29th. The time doesn’t matter — just join in whenever it’s October 29th where you are, so everyone can participate in their own time. What can you share?

You can contribute in any way that feels right for you —whether it’s edits, fan art, poems, a personal note or letter, song lyrics, gif sets, your favorite photos of him, special moments, stories… Just tag me and I’ll make sure to reblog it.

Please, take care and be gentle with yourselves during this time. I’m sending love and strength to all of you 💕

[celestie0]

i went to switzerland and just came back to my country rn.

let me tell u i told all of my friends in switzerland to read kickoff.

2/3 ppl read it, they’re waiting for chapter 11 already. One of my friends said, “this ellie girl probably a reincarnation of shakespeare bc i never liked gojo until now.”

ur welcome, i love u ellie, take ur time w the chapter and remember whatever u write it literally never disappoints

-bbl drizzy anon 🫶🏻

omg SWITZERLAND?? ✋🏼😫 i have always wanted to visit switzerland plsss (i’m too broke for that though 🤣 i’ve heard it’s very expensive there)

aahhhhhsjskdkdkd thank u sm for sharing kickoff w your friends omg i’m so glad they enjoyed it!! :”) i could sob rn AND PLS I AM NO SHAKESPEARE ITS JUST A SILLY LIL COLLEGE AU ✋🏼😭 always happy to convert ppl into gojo girlies tho 🥴

i love u too bbl drizzy anon you’re so cute 🥺💕 hope all your travels went well and you’re taking care of yourself!! and thank u sm it means a lot to me :””) <33 so much love

- ellie 🍑

[reblogged-by-casper]

AAA GIRLS NIGHT!!! 🎀

everything was falling apart during this 😭 my screen kept freezing, my iPad almost died, my Apple Pencil died and to top it all off, the room was so sunny so I couldn’t even see if the finished product was good 💀 anyways GIRLS NIGHTTT!!!

with and without filter :3 I did make sure the onesie colours corresponded to the houses the ocs were in, just a cool little detail :D

@lilac-ravenclaw / Raven in the light blue @savingsallow / Val sleeping up top @rypnami / Chiara in the light green next to Raven @amethystandemma (@glasswoodonthebrain) / Radiant in red @accio-bagel / Ellie in the green next to Radiant My Rayna being attacked by Ellie :') This was super duper fun to do :O I'd love to do more, thanks for hyping me up, love you :3 <3

(The original drawing here 'cause I have no idea who to give credits to lol)

[historical-fashion-polls]

hello my lovelies! 💕

first, I want to apologize for being a bit absent on the blog! ❤️‍🩹 I still do check the notifs every day to see what y'all are thinking of the outfits, even if I haven't been responding to asks ☺️

second, I wanted to announce that for the moment, I will be switching the blog from posting 5 polls a day to 3. I almost made this change a month ago, but then decided I would try to stick with the posting schedule for a little longer, but as it stands right now, I feel as though I keep falling behind in queuing things and it has become a point of stress in my life, which I would like it not to be

as you may or may not be aware, I did make a call for assistants to help me run the blog this summer, but unfortunately my intentions to do proper onboarding keep getting derailed by personal things that have left me with almost no energy for that kind of additional work. and now that I'm back in my phd program, I have very little time to devote to providing the scaffolding/support that I would like to be able to offer

therefore, I'm going to keep the blog at 3 polls a day possibly until may when I am done with my school term and could actually look at doing some dedicated onboarding, at which time I'm hoping we could go back up to five polls per day

I want to apologize for this, since I know many of you enjoy checking the polls throughout the day, but I hope 3 will still feel like enough to keep things fun while we're in this intermediate period ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I also want to say a huge thank you to everyone who has submitted images to the blog, and to let this be a humble request to please continue doing so if that's something you're interested in! 🥰🥰 submissions have truly been keeping the blog afloat whilst I've been working through some stuff that has taken a lot of my time and energy, and I am so so appreciative of that! 🥰🥰

again, I do apologize and I hope that this will be a satisfactory compromise as I try to navigate balancing everything I have going on at the moment ❤️‍🩹

asks are currently still off (sorry about that as well), but if you have pressing questions or concerns, you are welcome to post a comment here if you would like! 💕

thank you all so much for your patience and understanding! ☺️

with much gratitude,

the curator 🪶

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Frustrating | Steve Harrington

✦ pairing — Steve Harrington x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 2.8k

✦ request — What about slight enemies to lovers with Steve Harrington x reader where they are the designated mom and dad of the group but Steve can hardly stand her even though she’s super sweet. It’s during Christmas and they both are trying to set up a nice dinner for everyone and the kids. And then they kiss in the end 💕

✦ warnings — mentions of food, fluff.

✦ author’s note i — I queued this and thought it had been posted, but turns out I queued it for next year. Sorry for the delay!

✦ author’s note ii — winter themed fics are next and the first one should be out on Saturday.

════════════════════════ You found Steve obnoxious, there was no way around it. He was always too loud, too eager to command attention, and incapable of not making things about himself. For example, when he suggested his house for Christmas dinner because it was bigger,

It was sweet that he wanted to do this, that he took the kids seriously, that giving them a memorable Christmas was so important to him.

Even so, you weren't sure you would pull it off. 

The kitchen —his kitchen— was a mess of flour, bowls, spoons, and the thawing turkey you didn’t want to think about.

Okay, no, you needed to think about it. Forgetting to thaw the turkey was one thing, but being such a bad cook and not following instructions properly? That bordered on sinful.

And he found it oh so funny, cheeks flushed and white teeth bare for everyone, in this case just you, to see.

You had to stand close to him as you called your house, hoping your mom would give you good news regarding the still-frozen turkey. He lowered the volume of the Christmas music he insisted needed to be playing throughout the day, and leaned against the counter, looking at you.

For a moment you wondered if he’d finally follow your instructions, if perhaps he was looking at you expecting some kind of guidance. Such a notion left your mind as soon as it arrived when he reached over and sprinkled flour on top of your hair.

As you hung up the phone, you sighed deeply and glared at him. “Why don’t you finish with the decorations, hm?”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Are you kicking me out of my kitchen?”

“No, not at all, but the decorations are halfway done,” you said, trying not to grit your teeth, “and everyone will be here sooner than we need them to be.”

His eyes were barely slits as you finished your explanation, but then, miraculously, he shrugged. “Won’t take long!” he announced as he left the kitchen.

You let out a relieved breath and put yourself to work, cleaning up the mess so you would have a blank slate. In no time, you had made the big kitchen your own, setting the timer for 30 minutes so you could change the cold water on the turkey while measuring flour for the cookies.

Steve turned the music up as you mixed the cookie dough, but you didn’t have it in you to complain. It was his house.

Now, Steve couldn’t stand you himself. Eternally sweet and kind, seemingly so innocent, always the favorite of the kids even though he was the one who drove them around, the one who gave them advice. But no, you, with your cooking, and your smile, and your stupid sense of self-preservation, were the favorite.

He puffed air through his mouth, trying to get a strand of hair off his forehead as he gauged the order he would hang the stockings in. 

There was almost no sound apart from the music and the occasional sound of a bowl hitting the sink or the pouring of liquid as you changed the water to thaw the turkey. 

As he finished decorating, he stood in the middle of the living room, admiring his work. His house had never looked so inviting, so warm.

Silently, he approached the kitchen. 

You were washing a whisk and he watched as you meticulously dried it, wire by wire. Once seemingly happy, you grabbed a bowl against your body and started whisking something.

Every few seconds, you changed the direction in which you whisked, checking the mixture by lifting the whisk and inspecting it. Unlike his, your hair remained away from your face, letting him see every detail of your expression.

You set the bowl down, dropped the whisk onto the sink, and washed your hands. Once you turned around, wiping your palms on your red apron, you became aware of his presence.

Steve stood at the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Should I leave the tree for the kids?”

You considered the question. “Maybe just set up the lights and we’ll let them arrange the ornaments?”

He nodded at your suggestion but made no move to leave. You looked away. You heard him sigh, and he lingered, but he eventually went back to the living room.

When the turkey was finally in the oven, you stuck your head out of the kitchen, wondering what he was doing.

Steve was sitting on the living room floor, using the coffee table as a gift-wrapping station. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he folded the paper.

As to not startle him, you cleared your throat. “I told you I could do it.”

“You kicked me out of my kitchen,” he defended himself, as if you had it out for him, “I needed to do something!”

You picked up a gift, wrapped in blue paper with Santa Claus images. You didn’t find anything wrong as you turned the gift in your hold to inspect. “Wow.”

“Give me some credit, will you?”

Perhaps for the first time that evening, you truly looked at him. His cheeks were flushed, hair disheveled which was so unlike him you stared for a little too long. “You, uh, you did a good job with these.”

He blinked up at you. The bitterness from his voice was gone as he mumbled, “Thanks.”

You scurried off back to the kitchen, busying yourself with mashed potatoes. As you heated the milk and cream, you decided that Steve was frustrating on top of his obnoxiousness.

No matter how much you tried to be cordial with him, he always glared at you and made stupid comments about how he should be everyone's favorite. Something he already was. 

Opening cupboards, you searched for something to serve appetizers on. You found trinkets you'd never seen before, enough molds to fill up a small house, and three different incomplete collections of knives, but never a serving platter.

You hesitated for a moment. Then, in a few steps, you stood at the doorway and called out, “Steve?” 

He whirled around, a silver bow in hand.

“Where are the serving platters?” 

“Uhmm.” He scratched the back of his head with his bow-less hand. “I dunno.”

“Well,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “I'll find something.”

Steve only stared at you, and didn't even attempt to say something. 

You tried your best not to scowl at him and went back to searching 

You didn't understand what you did to him. He was the only person from the group who disliked you this much — he was also the one you spent most time with. Because of the kids.

And because of the kids, you put that aside as soon as they arrived. They immediately invaded the kitchen, demanding snacks and looking around at everything you had cooked.

You might have become the actual favorite the moment you pulled out cookies to decorate. However, the inevitable happened and they invited Steve to take part.

He was bad at it. Disastrously bad. And the kids loved it. They laughed at him and with him as he decorated cookies with 5-year-old-like skills.

Steve smiled triumphantly when you announced the icing needed to dry up and the kids groaned. Ever the savior, he suggested they should finish putting up the tree with him.

Dustin was the first to follow, as expected, but none of them showed any resistance. 

You wasted time decorating a few cookies and cleaning. Steve and you had agreed that homemade appetizers would be unnecessary, so now you were just waiting for the turkey to be done.

With a soft sigh, you started setting up the table. As you arranged the plates, you felt eyes on you, but nobody offered to help you. Not that you expected them to do so. They were having the time of their lives decorating the tree and yelling at each other not to ruin their hard work. 

As you glanced at the clock, you wondered if anybody else would show up. You had a feeling they wouldn’t. 

You waited almost an hour, and sure enough, your feeling was right. No one even called to apologize. Steve didn’t seem bothered by it.

Setting the carving board next to the turkey, you attempted to transfer it. You almost splashed yourself in turkey juices and fat from the butter. 

“Steve?” you called out.

“What is it?”

You groaned. Couldn’t he have the decency to enter the kitchen to acknowledge you? “Come.”

His groan was louder than yours, as if he was making a spectacle of his annoyance. 

His attitude changed as he approached you and realized what was going on. “Let me,” he said quietly.

You nodded and stepped to the side. “Do you want to carve it on the table, or…?”

“Yeah.” He transferred the turkey onto the board with ease. Maybe he had done this before. 

“I’ll get started with the gravy, then. Won’t take too long.”

He nodded. “I’ll make ‘em wash their hands.”

“Please.”

Steve instructed the kids to wash their hands. For once, they didn’t complain and made a line at the bathroom sink.

You served them their sides in the order they sat at the table, and Steve carved the turkey and drizzled the gravy on top.

Once everyone was sitting at the table, you started to consider Steve and you hadn’t done a bad job. From your seat, you had a perfect view of the decorations in the living room and the colorful tree next to the fireplace.

Moving to the living room, you sat near the window. Fog danced around the lights outside, pushed by the wind.

The kids suggested a few games and Steve and you shared a look but nonetheless agreed. First, you played a game that Dustin won, and Max demanded a rematch that she still lost. 

A beat passed, and then Dustin, who couldn’t help himself, blurted, “Can we open our gifts?”

“No,” Steve and you said at the same time.

Then, you added,” Your parents wouldn’t like it if we let you do that.”

Steve nodded in jerky movements. “And speaking about your parents… it’s getting late.”

“It’s not!” they stubbornly insisted.

“We still have to clean up,” Steve explained, “and I gotta drive her home later.”

You tried to hide your surprise. He would drive you home? Since when did he care enough to bother?

“Now pick up your gifts and jackets, and get in the car.”

You laughed upon hearing the kids complain. Steve had a point, it was, in fact, getting late for the kids to be out, and the night would only grow colder.

You packed their cookies in sandwich bags and handed them to them as they exited the house, wishing them a Merry Christmas.

It took them a lot of effort to point out it wasn’t Christmas yet and to mention they would see you the next day. You appreciated that they didn’t shatter the illusion.

While Steve drove them home, you transferred leftovers to containers and washed dishes. It felt strange now that you were all alone, in a home that wasn’t your own, cleaning the kitchen of someone who disliked you. 

At least you had managed to work together for the day. You would count it as progress if you didn’t know he only did it for the kids. But that was still something.

On Steve’s part, he was dreading putting the decorations away and pretending nothing had happened. All his hard work, and the kids’, would only be immortalized in the few photographs he got to take. He wasn’t even a good photographer.

Once he was back, he removed his jacket and dropped his keys with a sigh. The kitchen island was full of lukewarm food and you were at the sink, scrubbing a pot.

“Need help?” he offered.

“Nah. Almost done.”

He stood beside you, watching as you took care of the pot his mom barely used like it was your own. As he lifted his gaze to the backsplash, he realized you had cleaned it up too.

“Just have to scrub the stove. It won’t take long,” you assured him, rinsing the pot. 

Steve absentmindedly dried the pot while you disassembled the stovetop. He had never seen anyone do that. He logically knew stoves had to be disassembled and cleaned, yes, but he had never cared enough about it to go out of his way to watch someone do it.

He put the pot away in its place and focused on your face as you treated the stovetop with even more care than the pot. 

For a moment, he just watched you, until he saw the grates on the sink. Rolling up his sleeves, he grabbed a sponge and started scrubbing them.

“You’ll ruin your sweater.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Steve, it’s okay, I can do it.”

“I can do it too.”

You sighed. “If it gets too much, just—” “It’s just two grates.”

That shut you up. 

Both of you worked in silence until the kitchen was spotless. Turning the light off, he rested his hand on your upper back to guide you back into the living room.

You stood at the threshold in silence, admiring the decorations once more—the inviting lights, the fun colors, the sweet faces in the ceramic figurines—but you were sad that they would all soon be thrown into boxes.

“You did good today,” you admitted. “They loved it.”

“So did you.” His hand remained on your back as he angled his body to face you. “I thought we wouldn’t pull it off.” 

You looked up at him and nodded. “So did I.”

He huffed a laugh. It wasn’t much, but his eyes sparkled with something. He looked so approachable and you found yourself wishing he was always like this with you, that he would let you see the person the kids adored.

“Steve, I…”

He rested his free hand on the side of your face, thumb grazing your cheek. “It’s okay.”

“No.” You shook your head for emphasis, and in consequence, nuzzled against his hand. Purely by mistake. “I’m sorry for kicking you out of your kitchen.”

This time he laughed, warmly. He readjusted his hand to cup your cheek, thumb resting on your lips. “Shhh.”

Tracing your bottom lip, Steve said, “Sorry for being a dick.”

“It’s your house.” Your voice was barely audible. You didn’t remember ever feeling shy, much less nervous around Steve. Yet here you were.

He tapped your bottom lip. “I meant in general.”

What were you supposed to say? That he had his reasons? That you didn’t mind? That you were too distracted by his closeness, and perhaps too comfortable, to care?

The lights from the tree, only a couple of feet from you, cast a gentle glow, making the room seem and feel warmer than it was. You entertained the idea that you wouldn’t even be cold outside with Steve so close.

“So?” he pressed gently, “is my apology accepted?”

You nodded, eyes once again on his. The shininess of his hear caught the reflection of the colorful Christmas lights as he moved, shoulders shaking with a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny?” you found yourself asking in a teasing manner, lips grazing his thumb as you spoke.

“You’re really pretty.”

“The exhaustion of the day must be getting to you,” you said. And despite that, you felt your cheeks warming up.

Steve brought his other hand up and cradled your face, each hand cupping your cheeks. “I’m being serious.”

“Oh, so this is the part where you say you were being a dick because you like me?”

His answer took you both by surprise, “I don’t know.”

“Steve…”

“I know,” he assured you. “But… maybe…” He let out a sigh. His eyes landed on your lips as he gathered his words. “Can I? Just once?”

You nodded, but he didn’t move until you said, “Yes.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in. Steve lowered a hand to your shoulder, still cupping your cheek in his other palm. 

His lips were a little chapped and his kiss tentative. As the newness wore off, the kiss deepened yet remained sweet, gentle despite its firmness. There was no rush to escalate things, nor to part. 

As you both eventually needed air and slowly pulled away, Steve’s hands lingered on you and just then you realized you were grasping his waist.

He smiled, and so did you.

“How about ice cream tomorrow?” His eyes twinkled with hope, overshadowing the glittery ornaments on the tree. 

“Sounds good.”

He dared to peck your lips before adding, “We should probably put all the ornaments away. My mom would hate the colored Christmas lights.”

Despite how sad you found that fact, you nodded and kept it to yourself. “Did you keep the original boxes?”

The sheepish smile he gave you was the only answer you needed. Maybe he wasn’t that obnoxious, but he was definitely frustrating. And you liked that about him.

[vexfulfolly]

Happy @shazam-secret-santa my friend, @syenago ‼️

Sorry your gift is being posted slightly late! I messed up the time zone when I queued this😅

Hope you enjoy!! I loved your idea for Cap being seen as Billy’s dad, and with this audio being pretty viral… I thought it was perfect.

Hope you’ve had happy holidays🫶✨💕

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