#but here's a fuckload of gifs

[sophiexrph]

KIERNAN SHIPKA GIF PACK

PUBLIC COMMISSION !! by clicking THE SOURCE LINK you will be redirected to a page with 1739 gifs of KIERNAN SHIPKA as SABRINA SPELLMAN in CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA s2 (2019) made from scratch by me, sophie ! kiernan was born in 1999 ! please don’t edit these or add them to gif hunts and like or reblog if you use them ! :) thank you so much to my commissioner, and click this link if you’d like to know more about my commissions !

[vcrnons]

big big big thank you to @irlvernon @baekhyunnybyun @seokmingming @jeonwon-wonwoo and @woozification for all tagging me in this cute cc game! you guys r so sweet<3

rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year (totally fine to skip months) and tag some CCs you love to do it, too! (i only started making gifs for svt in april, so we'll start there!)

APRIL :

Most popular : 'seventeen "super" teaser 2' Personal favourite(s) : 'vernon 1, my mental state 0' | 'barbie jun for allure'

MAY :

Most popular : attacca op2 jacket shoot // vocal unit Personal favourite(s) : 'my husband on our wedding morning (real)' | 'mingyu for men nonblesse' | 'vernon // fishbowl & sea.'

JUNE :

Most popular : 'i just want you, i need you' Personal favourite : 'vernon && woozi for vogue korea'

JULY :

Most popular : 's.coups | allure behind' Personal favourite(s) : '20201022 "home;run" jeonghan' | 'dino & seungkwan | ready to love'

AUGUST :

Most popular : 'svts it was never a phase sub-unit' Personal favourite(s) : vernon & dino | bioderma ads shoot sketch | 'the many faces of hansol vernon chwe, part 2' | 'jeonghan | even if the world ends tomorrow official teaser'

SEPTEMBER :

Most popular : ' -- choi hansol, 2023. going seventeen ep.93 [... ] (rock scissors paper #1)' Personal favourite : 'i'm completely normal about him'

OCTOBER :

Most popular : 'p.s.a to check in on your vernon biased friends today.' Personal favourite(s) : 'jeonghan, seventeenth heaven jacket behind the scenes' | ' 「24h」 | seventeen 97z '

NOVEMBER :

Most popular : 's.coups, marie claire shoot sketch' Personal favourite(s) : 'dino, "wait" official mv' | 'seungkwan, [special video] seventeen "power of love" [korean ver.]' | 'joshua "_world" band live session'

DECEMBER :

Most popular : '-- stop wasting your sunshine on me' Personal favourite(s) : YUTA, NCT U ‘Alley Oop’ @ 2023 NCT CONCERT - NCT NATION To The World | 'ryujin, "run away" mv' | 'yeji itzy "born to be" mv'

tagging, with zero pressure (i have no idea who has and hasn't done one of these so i'm just going off the top of my head but please forgive me if you already did!!) : @blonde-riwoo @jeonsupershy @booskwan @hoshingi @facethesuns @raplinenthusiasts (and any other cc friends who haven't done this but want to -- formally, @/you.<3)

[idlesuperstar]

Иван Грозный (Ivan the Terrible) : Part 1 [d: Sergei Eisenstein,1944] 

[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable | the GBEP

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Waves crash.

Tsunamis are made from crashes.

When something bursts at the bottom of the ocean, it creates massive waves that stumble over themselves and keep moving. The momentum of breaking once their roots hit the ground as it becomes steep to reach the shore allow the water to wash over land it had never touched before.

Or hadn't in a few hundred years.

If witnessed from afar, the waves of water move slowly. The viewpoint has too much to look at, after all, doesn't put into perspective just how quickly it happens, how fast cars are turned into blaring sirens floating aimlessly through streets and alleys, how houses come apart under the strongest nature has to offer.

It's similar to watching Zhìjiàn when he crashes into Kiheon's arms.

He is only moved away from them because Kiheon is moving.

From afar, he's but a man with unorthodox long hair, a character straight out of a wuxia perhaps? Moving swiftly, as if in a hurry, through a sea of people, causing small ripples and stumbles, but never enough to be worrisome for the crowd isn't thick enough to make him dangerous.

Because dangerous he would be, if the crowd had tried to stop him.

It's in his eyes.

There's no time, no space to stop.

There are images flashing in them, he's hyper-focused on the sight before him, and miles away at the same time, he sees their silhouette, he sees them move along beaten paths without cement, he sees them smile privately in a way so unique to them, he associates them to soft breezes and calm reassurances and the distinct settling of a feeling resounding like 'it'll be all right' mumbled into his hair.

Just a man power-walking through a crowd.

But up close, Zhìjiàn is frantic, frantic when he's pulled in, taut like a wire threatening to snap as he tries to drag himself into Kiheon's arms as much as Kiheon into his own. He grabs, on for dear life, releases again for dear life. He's a mess of limbs, trembling slightly under the quaking inside his chest.

Tears fill his eyes as they helplessly roam Kiheon's features and it can't be real, can it? Distinctly, perhaps, his ears are ringing. Distinctly, he's so relieved it's starting to ache again, distinctly he sobs a sound of relief he can't describe at the sound of Kiheon's voice and presses his fingers into their cheeks, shushing them, trying to stop the stumbling of their words, trying to mark their skin with the sight of his hands on their face, is this real, is this true, is this fact, is he allowed?

He rips his hands away again.

He doesn't know what to do with them.

He hasn't figured out how to speak again. He's whispered Kiheon's name again into a moment of silence because that's all his brain can compute.

At the offered hand, he barely notices his own falling into it as if had waited for this moment only, for centuries past.

Then he closes his eyes.

It's all going way too fast.

Is this okay? Is this real? Is he allowed?

"Hold on, five seconds, hold on," a whispered plea, and wasn't there a crowd? Was there really? Does it matter? Does anything beyond Kiheon matter?

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

ello! i have a promt idea for doll reader? wat happen's if she become's way to obessed with vox as well as when he's away sense i kinda think that doll reader would gain seprepration anxieity?

Good point! I like the way you think

Gone (Doll!reader x Vox)

CW: I went a bit overboard. Uh. Separation anxiety sort of turned into a depressive episode/spiral in this case. Sorry. AU typical events.

“I’ve got a fuckload of shit to deal with,” Vox muttered to his assistant, preparing to leave. He paused, then turned back to me. I’d been trailing behind him like a lost puppy. “Hey doll, be good for me while I’m gone, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, with a small smile. “When will you-”

“Great! I’ll be off now,” Vox said, cutting me off. He grinned, then zapped himself away.

“But…” I stood there for a moment, a pang of hurt hitting me hard. I pushed it aside and left his assistant to do his work, heading back to my own room.

I wandered aimlessly through the empty halls, my steps faltering as I struggled to shake off the sense of emptiness that seemed to cling to me like a second skin. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of him, small traces of his presence that served only to intensify the ache in my heart.

I gently closed and locked the door behind me, a sense of emptiness filling me up. How long would he be gone for?

Alone in the silence that followed, I felt the weight of his absence settle over me like a heavy shroud. The familiar hum of activity that filled the room seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a deafening silence that echoed with the echoes of his voice.

At night, as I lay alone in the darkness, the loneliness seemed to suffocate me, the silence oppressive and stifling. I longed for the warmth of his embrace, the sound of his voice, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against mine. But he was gone, and I was left to face the empty expanse of the night alone.

I hated this feeling. I hated how fucking familiar it was, how I always fell right back into the same old habits.

Hours stretched into days, and still, Vox remained absent, his absence a gaping hole in my chest that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. I tried to distract myself with work, throwing myself into my duties with a fervor that bordered on desperation, but nothing could fill the void that his absence had left behind.

I stopped eating, not even caring to take care of myself. I needed something, anything to distract me from this feeling. It grew with every day he was away in his business trip. I couldn’t- I couldn’t do this.

One night, I collapsed in our room, not even making it to the bed. I’d worked myself ragged, and I was burnt out and tired- and so, so hungry. I just wished Vox was here, I wished he could tell me what to do, I wished I could hear the hum of his TV head or even just see those wonderful black and red spirals in his left eye.

I shook my head and wiped away my tears as I sat up. I’d been crying? Didn’t matter. I dragged myself to the shower, where I ended up just sitting on the tiled floor. I let the hot water burn my skin. It was a miracle I’d even let myself take a shower.

Hours later, I called Vox’s assistants saying that I wouldn’t be there to help out for a while. He didn’t ask any questions. I wandered aimlessly around the room, barely touching anything, still not eating. This continued until my legs gave out, and I fell to the floor. I didn’t bother getting up this time. This gnawing loneliness without Vox… I didn’t care enough to continue doing anything. Anywhere I went, there’d only be more reminders of him.

I lay on the floor, half propped up against the bed, my eyes glazed over in thought.

Days continued to pass, and still, Vox remained absent, his absence a constant ache that lingered in the depths of my soul. And though I knew that he would return, that his absence was only temporary, the emptiness that he left behind seemed to stretch on for eternity, a gaping void that threatened to swallow me whole.

If anyone were to come in and see me, they might think me dead. Or a very impressive statue. I hadn’t moved from my spot on the floor. I didn’t know if I’d even gotten some sleep. I just knew I hadn’t moved, and I’d been laying there limp, staring at the same spot for days, unable to think of anything but Vox. I needed him. Without him, I was just some useless doll. Without him, I was nothing.

[straightouttheslendermansionn]

𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙪 𝙂𝙪𝙮𝙨 <3

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Tighnari, Cyno, Alhaitham, Kaveh

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Playing Genius Invokation TCG with the bois, but with a silly little twist. Best part is, the stakes are raised. Not only do you have to remove a piece of clothing every time you lose, but you offer yourself up as an extra bet! Who are you rooting for?

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: A little suggestive, obvi mentions of alcohol consumption.

ᴀ/ɴ: This was almost entirely inspired from a playlist and artwork I found on YouTube! I loved the idea and so I used it, and I hope you all enjoy it! Link to the playlist is right here!

I also have fuckloads of drafts so I hope you enjoy this one until some other works can be fully written and come out :'D

𝙏𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞

Pretty alright at Genius Invokation, so facing off against probably some of the few people he usually plays with shouldn't be difficult, no? Sure there are more people but who cares?

He found the strip aspect a bit questionable, yet agreed to it because it was intriguing and added an extra challenge.

He and Cyno are targeting each other (and Kaveh) the ENTIRE time. Boyfriend shit.

Tighnari keeps a good amount of clothes on but doesn't have the best poker face. Either his ears say it all or his expressions do.

Now if you were to make silly little teasing noises whenever he has to remove an item, he wouldn't be able to hold back a slightly embarrassed chuckle. His ears flatten and red can't help itself from creeping onto his face.

If it were indeed the case that you were teasing him, this man would target both you AND Cyno and then mock you with his usual snarky attitude when he finds you having to remove piece after piece of clothing.

He's easily able to ignore any and everyone and the suggestiveness of it all, Tighnari is here to have fun, but not necessarily that kind.

Unless you tease him enough. It starts off playful and then starts getting more attractive to him as things continue and a tension forms between you.

If you become too intoxicated, he'll insist on bringing you back home or to wherever he is staying with the intent on taking care of you and that will not waver, he'll just tell you to pipe down and rest if you try to come onto him in this state.

Tighnari drank nothing but herbal tea. He keeps it with him. Almost entirely off-topic headcanon.

He's such a slow-burn romance trope. I swear.

As for those special stakes of yours, he could honestly care less about them and is more focused on taking care of you. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't hate the idea and the connotations within it, but it isn't exactly his highest priority when it comes to you either.

𝘾𝙮𝙣𝙤

Pretty damn good and Genius Invokation, and seeing as he's a huge fanboy, he pulls up with his own commissioned cardbacks.

While looking stone-faced at Kaveh's proposal, he easily agreed to this considerably "high-stakes" round-after-round disaster.

Would keep the straightest face ever throughout the entire thing, with the occasional smirk.

ONLY THING HE LOSES IS HEADDRESS, CYNO DOES NOT FUCK AROUND Y'ALL.

Targets everyone strategically, but can't resist going for you, Tighnari, or Kaveh. Your reactions are priceless.

Of course, nothing with Cyno would be complete if he weren't making his signature jokes every so often. Except it's only partially to make people laugh. He uses it to throw people off and distract them with his humor so they can make stupid moves.

"You know (y/n), you're talking a lot for someone with low HP on your last card-" Cyno, about to use his Cyno card's ult on your last surviving active card.

Even though his face seems so stone cold and focused, his eyes do still wander. He's literally just "nice" and then snaps back into seriousness.

It'd be arguably more appealing to him if you beat him, but it's clear that he's trashing the WHOLE table right now.

"Sorry, can't hear you over my full row of omnidice."

Cyno ALSO doesn't drink during any of this. At all. He is fully cognizant and aware that he is kicking everyone's ass.

He thoroughly enjoys seeing Alhaitham's frustrated expression, hearing Kaveh's whining, and hearing Tighnari sigh in defeat.

He also thoroughly enjoys seeing more skin from you. He tries not to be too cruel toward you, but he must admit that this is very fun for him.

"I know about your little scheme, (y/n). Come with me." - Cyno, about to cuddle the crap outta you. Bro is tired from beating you all.

𝘼𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢

Pretty gud at Genius Invokation even though he barely plays it.

Alhaitham didn't care about the whole strip part because he knew he wouldn't fully have to. Not only that, but he disregarded the idea because its been a while since they all got together like this anyway, so why not?

Only really loses his earphones, I think he probably took off his coat when he sat down just to get comfortable.

He and Cyno are the CEOs of having a poker face.

Knew about your plan before you even had a full-fledged plan, and didn't plan on trying to win to begin with.

Absolutely targets mainly Kaveh. His whining may be annoying but it's funny seeing him act all defeated and dramatic. I cannot stress this enough. He is absolutely WRECKING Kaveh. I mean, everyone is, but especially Alhaitham. It's entirely obvious.

"Oh well, Kaveh. Seems like you lost again. Another piece of your dignity stripped from you." - The voice of a man who just hatecrimed his roommate. Again.

Alhaitham been drinking, watch his attitude amplify. Prepare yourself.

"Come, your move, (y/n)" - Alhaitham, who just downed one of your characters that had full HP with just one move.

Finds the fact that you're self-assured yet keep getting attacked amusing. It's almost like you wanted all of them to see your more intimate form. Almost as if you're not really trying.

Pays no mind to any skin you're showing for the entirety of the game and stays silent most of the time unless he's either drunk or mocking someone knowing he is going to/already has destroyed them.

Uses randomly selected cards and still manages to wreak havoc.

𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙝

Getting hatecrimed by everyone . He doesn't suck at TCG, but GOD is he getting screwed.

He's the one who initially brought up the strip idea just for fun, but then he was even more motivated when he found that you'd be there.

The drunker Kaveh gets, the more stupid his moves (and his flirting) get.

By the bye, this man is totally WASTED for half the game. His alcohol tolerance is pretty low for someone who regularly enjoys it.

"You're just hatecriming me because I'm a bisexual disaster." "Let's not forget broke." "See? This just proves it."

"Oh (y/n)~, gotta lose a piece of clothing nowww~" he teases after being the one to beat you.

Also happens to be the one getting especially wrecked by everyone at the table and is almost missing half of his clothing. Poor guy.

"Oh no, is Alhaitham finally falling off of his high horse? A shame." "Congratulations, you managed to down ONE of my active characters."

It should be obvious, but lots of roommate-rival banter going on at this table, especially because both of them are drinking.

Kaveh do be glancing at you tho

Tries to insist that Cyno and Alhaitham are cheating, He's wrong, of course, but it's amusing.

If it wasn't obvious by now, Kaveh if the definition of "Talk Shit, Get Hit."

[tartt9]

@depreciate asked // ❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜ [ from here ! ]

He's lingering in the doorway - was this a stupid idea? It was probably a stupid idea. Half of his ideas are stupid ideas. He's got a bag in hand, filled with evidence of his stupid idea, and he sort of just wants to turn around and get rid of all of that evidence, but he's here, and he's been acknowledged, so he's got to try, right...? "Erm. Well. I just wanted t'come and... apologise, I know I haven't exactly been the easiest person around here t'work with." Good start, Tartt. Keep going... "So... I brought you this." He sets the bag on the desk, rocking on his heels slightly as he looks down at it. "You're Korean, which I know 'cause I Googled your name, and we don't exactly have a fuckload of Korean places around here, so... I got you... some... stuff." He gestures to the bag. "Just in case y'missed home." Inside, there's a bottle of soju, a few bags of crisps that he couldn't read the label for but he liked the little cartoon drawings on the front, some rice cakes, and some gochujang. "I- if you're allergic t'any of it, I can just take it down t'the lads, I'm sure they'll eat it- no harm."

[pollstuck]

It is the perfect crime.

Looks like Pooplord came through. He wires you his measly BOONBUCK. It's not much, but it is immediately funneled into the pipelines of your various investment scams, and quickly begins paying dividends.

The figures are tight. You have this shit on fiduciary lockdown. The economy belongs to you.

-- gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --

GC: H3Y 1NSUFF3R4BL3 TG: hey TG: have i made enough money yet GC: OF COURS3 YOU H4V3 GC: MOR3 TH4N W3 COULD 3V3R POSS1BLY F1GUR3 OUT WH4T TO DO W1TH TG: so are we done making money yet or what GC: OH 1 DONT KNOW GC: T3CHN1C4LLY W3 W3R3 4 LONG T1M3 4GO TG: yeah i kinda figured GC: BUT 1TS 4 FUN W4Y TO STR3TCH OUT TH3 T1M3 YOUV3 GOT L3FT, 1SNT 1T? GC: >:] TG: im not complaining TG: but you said there was something specific we were working toward here GC: Y3S, NOW 1S TH3 T1M3 GC: YOU MUST W1R3 YOUR BOONDOLL4RS TO MY 4CCOUNT TG: ok so this was your game TG: to get rich off me GC: Y3SSSSSSSSSSSS >8] GC: BUT S3R1OUSLY 1TS 1MPORT4NT! GC: 1T 1S CR1T1C4L TO 4LL OUR PL4NS TG: alright well its not like i even have a problem parting with this useless bullshit money TG: how much do you need GC: 413 BOONBONDS TG: thats all TG: i can afford to give you a fuckload more than that TG: how bout i give you an even boonbank GC: NO!!! GC: 1T MUST B3 3X4CTLY TH4T 4MOUNT TG: ok just to be clear TG: thats 413 TG: not "aie" GC: Y34H GC: J3RK >:P TG: whats up with that number TG: ive seen it around GC: TH3Y 4R3 TH3 NUM3R4LS OF TH3 BL1ND PROPH3TS TG: whats that mean GC: 1 DONT KNOW >:? TG: ok awesome GC: 4LSO GC: 4T TH3 3X4CT 3ND OF TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON GC: YOU MUST W1R3 TH3 MON3Y TO MY 4CCOUNT 3X4CTLY 6 HOURS 4ND 12 M1NUT3S 1NTO TH3 P4ST GC: MY P4ST! R3L4T1V3 TO MY PR3S3NT MOM3NT 4S OF TYP1NG TH1S TG: you mean i can do that TG: then TG: why werent we just wiring money into the past for these investment escapades instead of doing all this time traveling GC: B3C4US3! GC: TH4T W4SNT TH3 PL4N GC: W3 H4D TO PL4Y 4LONG W1TH TH3 ST4BL3 T1M3 LOOPS W3 W3R3 PR3S3NT3D W1TH GC: YOU KNOW, M4K3 SUR3 4LL THOS3 1NSUFF3R4BL3S RUNN1NG 4ROUND 3X1ST3D 1N TH3 F1RST PL4C3 TG: oh yeah TG: i knew that its just frustrating sometimes its like paradox space makes you do everything the hard way GC: Y34H T3LL M3 4BOUT 1T GC: BUT H3Y 1TS B33N FUN PL4Y1NG 4LONG, H4SNT 1T? TG: sure GC: W3V3 GOT TO K33P B31NG D3L1C4T3 W1TH T1M3 GC: 1F YOU ST4RT B3ND1NG TH3 RUL3S 4ND T4K1NG SHORTCUTS GC: TH4TS WH3N D34D 1NSUFF3R4BL3S ST4RT P1L1NG UP GC: D34D 1NSUFF3R4BL3S 4R3 TH3 3N3MY! GC: 4S D3L1GHTFUL 4S 1T 1S TO SM3LL TH31R SW33T C4NDY BLOOD 3V3RYWH3R3 TG: yeah TG: hey boonbonds incoming now TG: brace yourself six hours ago

You are suddenly the troll girl.

In a different game session.

In the past.

Hey. Someone just wired you some money. That's odd.

Huh. 413 boonbucks. The numerals of the blind prophets. A sign, perhaps? A secret message? But from who? This makes no sense.

Wait… those are not boonbucks. Some of the digits are obscured. You need to take a closer look. Which is to say, a closer lick.

413 boonbonds???

This is an absolutely preposterous amount of money.

[ashes-writing]

the power of love pt five | stranger things ; s.harrington

A/N ; This chapter is brought to you by my undying need to insert even more sexual tension into a situation, a fuckload of cherry coke and just me, wanting to write some friendly flirting because I haven't really played with it a whole lot intentionally before. So if you pick up on those vibes when you're reading this, yay! I've done what I set out to do. For the next chapter, I am going to get Dustin in there with these two, I swear it. I just.. I need him to have time with Steve and his sister.

also, v.v bad idea to put 8675309 on your 80's / ST designated playlist because it's a brain worm and whew, does it ever invade...

Anyway, to everyone who takes the time to read this, leaves feedback in any form and esp the comments and tags I've gotten lately. You guys are seriously making my little heart so so so happy and you don't know how much it means / how much it all motivates me to keep at these. Thank you, thank you, thank you and I love you all.

-Ashes

Pairing ; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; Set in season 2 minus the upside down and it's unholy terrors and all the deaths / other assorted fuckery. If you like stories with heavy sexual tension and friends to lovers dynamic, that is this. This is more of a slice of life fic than the show it's based on bc no otherworldly stuffs. Anyway.. No deaths here. No russians / demothings / upside down.

Tag List ; @aries-arcade @allelitesmut @krys-orion @musichealsscars @hcloangcls @scoobiessnacks @heyaitsklaudia are the only people on my Stranger Things tag list. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; mentions of the devils lettuce, heaaavy sexual tension, lotsa touching, friendly flirting, a little mutual pining and one real awkward "sex bad don't do it" lecture in the gym before a big high school dance as per the time period.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || my rules - fandoms and some characters I write for || requests are open -> send me things. Pls. I beg. I'm doing headcanons and fluff or filth alphabet letters. No wrestling though.

I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

“There is not enough coffee in the world to make me stay awake through this.” your muffled statement has Steve glancing up at the back of your head. Since there was a big formal dance coming up, the school board apparently saw fit to cram all of the juniors and seniors together in the gymnasium  for a little impromptu sex ed course. Based solely on why they should abstain, of course.

Steve snickers to himself when your next grumbled remark is along the lines of, “How am I supposed to take any of this shit seriously when you can’t even say vagina or clit without flinching, though? Jesus.. We didn’t need this. This is just plain awkward. Literally no one asked for this."

You rub your temples for a third time and Steve leans forward to whisper against the shell of your ear in concern. “You okay?”

“I slept for shit last night, Harrington. Not to mention, I haven’t seen my reading glasses in weeks now because last time me n’ Val had a midnight smoke sesh, I put ‘em somewhere and now I can’t remember where.” you turn to face him, giving a sheepish little shrug.

Steve bit back a laugh while shaking his head. "You kind of need your glasses, woman, damn it... “Wait. You smoke too?” he asks as it sinks in what you've said about how you lost them in the first place.

You laugh quietly. “Yeah, on occasion. To relax.”

He can see the pain in your eyes when you start to rub your temples again. “Jesus. I wish I’d slowed down enough this morning to take something for this.”

He remembers the little massage you gave him. How they always seem to help him feel better.

And maybe he just wants to make you feel better. Deep down, he knows it’s a lot more than just wanting to make you feel better, but making you feel better is the more important reason he chooses to do what he does next.

“Okay, that’s not just a little migraine. Lay your head in my lap…” Steve coaxes, patting his thigh as he looks at you.

“Steve, no.” you're blushing a little, you can feel it when your cheeks burn hot. "I'll be fine. Just need to nap at some point or something."

“C’mon, the coach isn’t even looking back here, it’ll be fine. Look, “ he flashes you the megawatt grin that you used to swear had absolutely zero effect on you and that you now know that train of thought to be a lie and you sigh. Steve continues, “At least let me try, alright? You look like you’re really in pain.”

“Okay, fiiiine. We better not get in trouble, Harrington.” you mumble as you stretch yourself out on the wooden bleacher, your head resting against Steve Harrington’s thick jean clad thigh. His fingers are rough and clumsy and you wince when he puts entirely too much pressure on the most painful area, he apologizes immediately and you bite your lip, reassuring him you’re okay in a whisper.

He gazes down at you in concern but you coax him to keep going. “Seriously, my migraines are so bad that what I do for you when you get one while we’re studying doesn’t help.. But if you wanna try, by all means..” you settle back down against his leg.

Steve flexes his hands and cracks his knuckles. And just so the teacher and the coach giving this stupid pointless class don’t get suspicious and call attention to what’s going on, Steve does his best to look like he’s paying attention and really listening. You start to relax when Steve’s fingers start to rub gentle circles against your temples. More carefully, this time. As he does it, you can feel yourself starting to get sleepy a little bit and this probably has everything to do with the way Steve starts to alternate massaging your forehead with dragging thick fingers slowly through your hair and over your scalp.

“Mr. Harrington. Ms. Henderson. If what I’m seeing is anything to go by, maybe you two should pay attention.” the elderly English teacher looks absolutely scandalized when she glances in the back row to find your head on Steve’s thigh with Steve mindlessly rubbing your temples and playing with your hair.

And down in the middle section of the bleachers, Nancy happens to glance up and back to see what the teacher was talking about. And when she catches the way Steve is looking down at you while you have your eyes closed, she smiles to herself a little.

Maybe this time is different. Maybe he really will be okay. Maybe her original statement earlier in the week after hearing the rumor that you and Steve were hanging out a lot more lately, maybe it was wrong.. Maybe just because she didn’t see it working, maybe that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work.

Barb nudges her and laughs softly. “See? I told you there wasn’t any sense to stay together when you both wanted different things.” and Nancy nods. “I know, just… it was so hard to do it and I know I hurt him.”

“It’ll be okay.” Barb insists. “Just trust me.”

She faces the front again, both you and Steve completely unaware.

The teacher clears her throat impatiently. Your quiet snores have Steve snickering to himself. “Okay, alright. We’re listenin.”

When the teacher is satisfied that she’s scolded him -and he’s charmed her with that megawatt grin he’s known for to make her move on to other students, Steve leans down and mutters quietly, “You kinda fell asleep on me.”

You sit up and stretch, yawning.

Steve snickers quietly. “Have a good nap?”

“Bite me, Harrington. It’s that stupid essay the ball breaker wants us to have a rough draft of just two days after she assigned it.” you grumble, leaning against him just a little before you can stop yourself. The pain has eased up just a little and you giggle about that. “Huh.. the massage thing never works on my migraines.”

The bell to end the whole awkward attempt at a lecture on sexual safety finally rang and you stood up, yawning. 

“That was the single most awkward and unnecessary thing they’ve ever done.” you muse as the two of you are walking out of the gymnasium. Steve chuckles and nods in agreement. “Kinda worth it to watch the coach literally cringe every time he had to use the clinical name for basic human anatomy though.” he admits, laughing. You nod. “And that old hag, ugh… Just because you were giving me a temple massage, what the hell? I mean, yeah, my head was on your thigh but it’s not like…” you go quiet and you laugh at yourself, cheeks burning hot. Steve can tell you’re flustered and somehow, knowing what you were about to say doesn’t really help the situation he’s managed to create for himself by offering the massage in the first place. He’s just glad you didn’t feel it somehow.

“Yeah.” he laughs. “Exactly that.”

When you blurt out what you do next, you honestly want to crawl in a hole and die. And you instantly get the feeling that if he thought he was getting laid, he’ll be done now. Totally distant. Because he’ll move on to someone with any sort of actual experience.

“I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t know what to do with it if it smacked me right in the face. Kind of still a virgin.” you shrug it off. “Not like it’s a big deal or anything.” you insist as soon as you realize what you’ve just said and you regain the common sense enough to be properly flustered by it. Steve nearly chokes on air and takes a deep breath. Chuckling quietly. “You are, huh?”

“Mhm.” you’ve stopped at your locker and you’re switching out your books. Steve leans on the locker beside yours and all he can do is replay what you’ve just said over in his head a thousand times. And stare at you while you’re coating your lips with chapstick or something that smells like bananas.

You lock eyes in the reflection of your mirror and just to ease any tension your stupid little confession just a second ago might have created, you stick out your tongue at him and he does it back. “It’s not a bad thing, ya know…If you were like.. Ashamed when you admitted it.” Steve doesn’t want you to feel bad about it, he wants to reassure you that it’s okay. You turn around to face him just as he’s stepped closer and this puts you body to body. At which point, you place your hand against his chest and give a cheeky grin. “Oh, I’m well aware of that. And I’m not ashamed. I just.. Ya know… Never really slow down enough to consider… Doing that?” you twist hair around your finger as you gaze up at him thoughtfully. “Too busy nearly getting myself in over my head, let’s be honest.”

“I mean, you have almost died on me three times in a month.” Steve sticks out his tongue at you as he says it.

“I have not! I have not almost died!” you pout a little, laughing. 

“Woman, having you in any kind of crowd or out in traffic or a parking lot makes my anxiety level shoot through the roof.” Steve’s teasing, he’s laughing at you, but it’s done in care.

 When you realize you’ve stepped so close to him that there is no space left between you both, you gulp. And your brain goes into immediate shutdown mode, all over again because the contrast of muscle against your softness is enough to send you into overload.

And you want to kick yourself for it.

But you manage to somehow outdo yourself for the overwhelming urge to touch the guy even though you know you shouldn’t and before you know it, you have a hand on his bicep as you lick your lips and look up at him. “Yeah, this lipgloss shit is tasty. I remember why I stopped wearing it now.” you mumble, mostly to break up the tension. Steve clears his throat and tries to make his brain focus. “It is, huh?”

“Mhm. Tastes like bananas.” you mutter, trying not to watch as he licks his lips but failing miserably. And you hear your own words to Valerie way back at the beginning of the month coming back to you. 

Breathe. He’s literally just a normal guy.

“We’re still on for later, right?” Steve asks. You nod. “Yeah. You better have food in your house this time, Harrington. How the hell you sustain life on Spaghettio is totally astounding. Better yet, be ready when I come over, alright?”

Steve chuckles. “Bossy today, huh?”

“Please?” you give him this cute little pleading look and he nods. Clears his throat because apparently this little pleading look you’ve just pulled out of your hat to use on him is yet another thing about you that’s going to make his brain go brr.

And he’s telling himself not to, but he can’t help falling a little more.

“Where are we going, hm?” he asks quietly.

“I’m taking you to an actual grocery store, alright? With real food.”

He chuckles. “Oh you are, huh?” “Yes. Yes, I am. Because all that processed shit can’t be good for you, sir.” you do it again, reach up to fluff his hair before walking away down the hall to your class.

Steve leans heavily against the locker and lets his head fall back against it. “Fuck.” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

“Flustered you again, huh?” Tommy’s laughing beside him. Wordlessly, he reaches out and gives Tommy Hagan the slightest friendly shove. “Shut up.”

“It’s true, though.. Right?”

“Maybe a little. If she had one tenth of a clue, man.”

“But maybe her not havin a clue is a good thing. If she was aware, man.. She’s an antagonist. She’d probably use it to drive you crazy, buddy.” Tommy shrugs.

“Ha fuck you ha.” Steve scowls at Tommy.

“I’m not rushing into anything. Besides… I still think you and Hargrove are fucking stupid and totally wrong. She’s not into me.”

“Why? Just because she’s not throwing her panties in your face like other girls always did?”

“Well, that’s one reason. Look, this is all throwing me for a loop. And there’s the shit with Nance, still getting my head together.”

“Yeah, yeah.. In other words, you’re being a little bitch.”

“Am not.”

“You are, man. You really are.” Tommy shrugs, ducking the lazy punch Steve sends to his bicep.

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❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜ (Bucky to Jacqueline; Mxrvelouscreations)

@mxrvelouscreations

Jackie sighs heavily. Sometimes she wishes they were five again and still calling one another Bucky and Bucky-boo. Five is a simple age, easy in someways.

Instead they are adults. Instead Jacqueline is breaking ranks and taking wild (successful) shots that leave her far too open. Being called on it makes her insides turn to ice. Is there any fire left in her.

"I'm right here, Jimmy, breathe. It will take a fuckload more for someone to take me out than what happened today."

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i think rewatching leverage would fix me

69 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#4

me through gritted teeth: ice adolescence is coming. yoi will return. ice adolescence is coming. yoi will return. ice adolescence is c

159 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#3

like yeah. this IS funny. its funny the whole blue website is making fun of the other blue website crashing and burning. but theyre not your friend. theyre not joking with you because they have a personality.

it is a company. with financial interests. and tumblrs board of whatever has learned with shit like blaze and failed campaigns before that if they make it weird and ironic and different enough that ppl will buy. bc theyre marketing their brand. this is their brand now--irony and hellsite (affectionate) and being the last weird and genuine semi popular social media.

and thats whats dangerous. bc yall dont seem to realize that. tumblr is not any different from other social media at its core. this website sucks, in a fuckload of ways. and i know its been funny the last 6 months hyping up "god it sucks but at least its not facebook or twitter" but it feels like some ppl here took that seriously and now feel obligated to defend their Favorite Corporate Social Media With A Badly Paid Twitter Intern as if they lost their sense and become one of those ao3 defenders constantly talking abt "keeping the lights on!!!"

yall just look embarassing with this shit and then rbing posts abt leftism and bullying advertisers off

275 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#2

i hope all of u transmisandry truthers realize that ur literally parroting terf ideaology by trying to subscribe to the idea that transmascs are Oppressed Because Of Their Sex. like. there is no such thing as afab oppression. trans men face transphobia and misogyny, which includes mistreatment AND lack of access to resources. that is not unique to trans men. women experience misogyny in society, and society doesnt believe trans men exist/are men, therefore = trans men get treated as if they are women, which includes mistreatment and difficulties obtaining resources. this is not hard to understand. there is no special form of oppression that trans men face that is unique among transphobia or in queer community. its just the combined result of misogyny and transphobia. it is not sex oppression (which doesn't exist). it is not ppl "hating men" and applying that to trans men. it's not transmisandry. get over urselves.

366 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

some of yall r getting dangerously close to not being able to recognize fascism in prettied up words just bc it sounds as radical as socialism

573 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

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[tartt9]

“why do you want to help me?”

"Because we're Richmond, ain't we?" Jamie asks, dribbling a ball between his feet. "Your success reflects well on us, and our success reflects well on you, and the better the club's doin', well... the more stuff we can provide for, like, our Academy kids, and you lot'll get paid better, I fucking hope, and we can upgrade the stadium a little more, and-" Jamie pauses, his brow furrowing. "D'you actually care, or d'you just want me t'tell you cause I can, and then make you run a fuckload of fucking laps?"

@mcmorare // from here !

[tartt9]

@eulogier [ keeley ] asked // ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . [ from here ! ]

Flashing lights, sound he can feel, a drink in his hand, Jamie is having the time of his life. [ Well, he's always having the time of his life when he's around Keeley Jones, but that's beside the point. ] He feels warm, he's buzzing to be here. It's like suddenly, for these next few hours, everything in his life is going right. He's scoring a fuckload of goals – sure, in Richmond blue, but still... Premier League goals. He's got the woman of his dreams beside him. He can pretend like Kent doesn't hate him, like his gaffer isn't shit, like he's not both hopeful and terrified every time his phone buzzes. He's here for a good fucking time, with the best woman in the world.

When she invites him to dance, he's more than keen. Finishing the drink in his hand, he sets the empty bottle aside. "Yeah, c'mon then," he agrees, pushing himself to his feet from the VIP booth they've been sitting in. He reaches for her hand to pull her to the dance floor, eager to get a little bit sweaty, to feel the music running through his veins.

[tartt9]

@pnkb1tch asked //

❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜

Jamie had to laugh at that. Looking between the two of them, all that Jamie could see were differences. Arlo had grown up with everything that Jamie never had [ namely, money ]. Jamie could still remember the taunts from the other boys at his posh private school that City had sent him to for an education. It was common knowledge that Jamie had grown up on a council estate, something that was supposed to be shameful for Jamie during his youth. Something that he didn't fully understand until he had classmates who were richer than Jamie would ever comprehend (until he got his first Premier League cheque at age 17, that is). He'd been a happy kid, never wanting for anything he didn't have [ except a Kent Chelsea shirt, but that's beside the point ], but those boys had poked at every minor thing about him, wanting to make him feel bad about his lack of wealth, of a trust fund, of much financial stability at all. He just had to outplay everyone, to make himself prove his worth, to know that he'd be the one on the massive stage that was the Premier League, and those boys would all be watching him like he was a god in his City blues.

Arlo had been the opposite. Rich, always rich. Jamie didn't know if Arlo went to school the way normal people did - maybe he'd been homeschooled, or some other, fancier, posh term for the same thing - and, if he had, what his opinion of kids like Jamie at his school were [ if there were kids like Jamie at his school - football academy kids, kids who could be the future of the Prem, of England and those Three Lions on their chests ]. And that had always been the difference, hadn't it? Those kids, the Arlos of his school, had money. Jamie did not. Jamie had skill, and talent. Definitely not smarts, but Jamie knew from a young age that he'd make it all the way through the academy, all the way to that massive stage. He knew that he was good enough, even if everyone else talked him down for where he came from.

"Maybe now, yeah," Jamie agrees - they're in similar positions, now. Shit families, a fuckload of fucking money, national (and, now that Jamie wore the 24 on his back, international) spotlights on them. "But that weren't always the case, were it."

[ from here ! ]

[tartt9]

@parker66 asked // what is that supposed to mean? [ from here ! ]

"Nowt - nothin', really, swear down, I'm just talkin'," Jamie says, looking over at her. Honestly, he can't remember half of the words that just came out of his own mouth. He has the tendency to do that sometimes, to ramble without really thinking about what he's saying. "I mean, like - obviously, there are people who're gonna be all time greats at this game that haven't made their first team debuts yet. Y'know how many people who're aces now got cut from their original academies before findin' new ones? I'm just - I'm just sayin', maybe, we ought t'have more people scouting for kids who ain't, like, nine. Like... givin' more trials to some of the older kids, U15, U17, even U23. I'm just sayin'... like, this game, it really fucks with our perception of age, right? Those kids're still young, they've still got a fuckload t'learn. We're still... so young..." He pauses, rubbing a hand over his jaw, looking from the ceiling over to her. "I'm just talkin', ain't I."