#mitten stoner

[ghoullnextdoor]

🔮✨️ Self-Care at its highest form ✨️🔮

[cosmal]

hozier — send me an au + character and i’ll write you a blurb. i.e rockstar!remus, rugby!james, stoner!peter

you can’t just mention rugby!james and not expect my mind to melt. i immediately just thought of this old tiktok and it just feels like him in the mornings when he has to go to some super early practice or something, like before the sun is even up, and i am just so soft for it🥺

5am training sessions

summary james wants you to get up early for rugby training.

content james potter x fem!reader

note this is very short but so james potter omgggg thank u !!

James throws his bag over his shoulders and finds that he can't get himself to look away from where you're half asleep in his bed. Since he's gotten up to get ready, you've stretched your arm out where he'd been next to you, your hand searching.

He watches the bedding slowly shift as you breathe, where your face is smooshed softly into the edge of his pillow.

He hates 5am training sessions.

He's feeling selfish this morning. You look so fucking peaceful but James has never been one to have an ounce of resolve. Not when it comes to you.

He lets himself lean down into the mattress, not really careful where he puts his knees, and curves an arm over your middle and into the quilt. He's so close your shirt rides up and he tries not to feel as lovesick as he does.

He leans down and nudges you with his nose. You hum a noise that sounds like a protest but you're smiling despite it. "Do you wanna come to training, baby?"

"Mm-mm," you mumble, scratching your head against your pillow until your hair messes.

"Please?" His pout is easy to be heard.

"It's 5 in th'mornin', Jamie," you mumble. James takes it as a treasure to hear you speak so early. You sound sweeter than he could have ever imagined.

"We can go to Top Pot," he says, and because he can't help it, he speaks into your cheeks, warm lips pressed to your soft skin.

"It's too cold," you yawn and push your face closer to his pillow to find more warmth. He almost feels bad.

"You don't want a danish?"

"James..." you croak.

"Matcha latte?" It's starting to feel like coercion if he's honest. If he's really, really honest, he doesn't care. He imagines you wrapped up in a coat and scarf, maybe a pair of mittens, latching onto your coffee, on the sideline at training. He's a hopeful man.

"S'too early." Your words stick together with fatigue he doesn't see disappearing.

He kisses your cheek once more, twice. Your warm smile grows much to his delight. "M'gonna miss you." He kisses you again.

He thinks you're not really listening. He decides to let you be. If you did actually agree to get up with him, he'd eventually end up feeling horrible. It is too early.

He stands and looks at you. The bump of your hip, the crease in the fat of your shoulder where you've got it pushed up beside your head. He decides to lean in and kiss you again.

Your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck then your cheek. He can hear your breathing shallowing out. It catches when he kisses the skin below your ear. If he was feeling mean, he'd do it again.

"Do you want me to bring back brekky?" he asks, heading to the door despite his better judgement.

"Yes, please, Jamie."

You're lovely even when you're half asleep.

[moonlightsolo]

Steve Harrington x female reader where she’s the seasoned stoner and Steve wants to get baked so they listen to some tunes and light up and he confesses his feelings accidentally or something? 👀🥺🙏🏼

wc: 3.6k

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: v detailed drug use, sprinkle of angst, cute fluffy in love steve, heavy kissing, some suggestive stuff, clingy!steve

a/n: i slipped in a lil mention of a beloved character let me know if you find it <3

“oh steeeeeeve.” you call out your best friends name in a sing-song voice. you’re laying on your bed, resting on your stomach with your feet kicking in the air. the bedside phone in your hand, and bottom lip between your teeth.

steve sings your name back. the sound of his voice hums into your ear from the other side of the receiver.

“what’d you call me for, huh?”

“i can’t just call because i wanna hear your pretty voice?” he challenges playfully. you can’t help but brush him off with a laugh.

“i did wanna ask you somethin’ though…” he trails off with a timid voice.

“and…?” you urge softly.

“i was thinking… um- i know you do this a lot, but can we get high together?”

the biggest grin formed on you face, instantly kicking your feet off your bed to stand up.

“uh- hello?” he calls out for a response.

“you, steve harrington… want to get high with me?”

“yeah? didn’t i just say that?” he chuckles anxiously.

“i mean yeah of course we can smoke together, steve. holy shit, i don’t think you realize how excited that makes me. oh my god. when?!” you ramble, hands flying as you hold the receiver between your shoulder and ear.

“i mean… i’m free tonight?” he chokes out, clearing his throat.

“seriously?” you shout as your smile grows larger, “i’ll pick you up! i don’t want your pretty car to smell like weed.”

“huh? oh, i don’t care about that, psshhh.” he blows it off like it’s nothing, “i’ll pick you up in ten?” he asks with a higher voice than normal.

“uh yeah, ten minutes sounds good. see ya!” you chirp before hanging up the phone. your eyes dart around your room to look for your goodies.

then you remember that it’s hidden in your underwear drawer. you fly over to dresser, yanking the top drawer open. your hands instantly start digging through your undergarments to find the specific box.

with a thunk, your fingertips hit the metal lunchbox. you grip the handle to tug it out with a noble smile. you kiss the surface of it to show your gratitude, “ah, my baby.”

right now, you’re wearing an oversized pajama shirt with no pants on underneath- so you opt to change into something a little more appropriate. you pull on black biker shorts and an oversized dark green hawkins high school crewneck. the sleeves fit over your hands like mittens, and it covers your body comfortably. actually, this might be steve’s.

you spray some perfume onto your fresh clothes, and fix your hair in your mirror. your fingers gently poke and style the unruly pieces. you glance out your window, seeing harrington’s car is already parked in front of your driveway. his headlights lighting up the street.

your heart flutters at the sight of him, making you wish you could just teleport to him. you leave your room, rattling lunchbox in hand as you trot down the steps.

“hey! where are you going?” your parents are sat in front of the tv watching a movie.

“with steve! i’ll be back soon.”

“be back by twelve, okay?”

“yeah, yeah.” you grumble as you slip your sneakers on over your slouchy socks. in the back of your mind, you already know you’re going to be home past your curfew. your parents never do anything about it because they’re fast asleep by the time you get home.

you swing open the front door of your house, and you instantly spot steve. he’s outside of his car waiting for you, leaning against the driver side door.

when the door behind you clicks shut, his head perks up from looking at his feet. an instant smile curls up on his lips when he sees you, making you jog up to him with open arms.

“harrington! long time no see!” you guys literally were hanging out earlier today after he got off of work.

you fling your arms around his neck in a hug, one of his own wraps around your waist. he soothingly rubs your lower back with his thumb, “yeah, yeah. it’s me.” he chuckles bashfully.

“ready?” your eyebrows raise suggestively, raising the lunchbox to his eyes and shaking it. the contents inside rustle around in the aluminum box.

“ready as i’ll ever be.”

steve walks around to your side to open the car door for you like a true gentleman, before getting into his side. he quickly pulls off, driving out of your neighborhood.

“where to?” he eyes you from his peripheral vision as he drives.

“the school parking lot?” you suggest as your fingers flick open the latch to the lunchbox.

the stench of the herb immediately fills the interior of the car. making your eyes blow wide with an eager smile curling up onto your lips.

“woah.” steve coughs dramatically, his hand pushes the air away from his face. he laughs at the same time, shaking his head in displeasure.

“you smell that?” you sniff the air as if you’re a cartoon following a scent trail. your hand wafts the air in front of your nose, “a delicacy.”

“whatever you say.” steve huffs, obvious sarcasm in his voice.

“it’s northern lights, baby! it’s an indica strain. which means it’ll make you suuuuper duper chill-aaaxed.” you bob your head with a grin.

steve just rolls his eyes at you, but it seems like his smile is unable to falter from his face.

he pulls into the empty parking lot of hawkins high, swinging around the back to a secluded area. “lights off.” you lean forward, twirling the joystick beside the steering wheel so his car goes dark. “yeah this isn’t creepy at all.” he teases.

you quickly get to work, carefully picking a nub out of the plastic bag. you place it in between the two pieces of your grinder. twisting both in your hands so the flower disintegrates into powder between it.

steve watches in wonder, releasing his seat belt from across his chest to turn towards you.

“so, what are you doing now?”

“just grinding the flower so i can pack it into a joint.” you look over his face. he’s completely immersed in what you’re doing, even though it comes second nature to you.

you’re thankful that the person you get your drugs from is nice enough to pre-roll a few cones for you. now all you have to do is fill them up with the freshly ground herb. “so… who do you even get this stuff from?”

“i don’t know, just some kid. he lives near max.” you shrug nonchalantly, “oh, it’s a guy?” steve prods slightly.

your eyebrows furrow with concern from his question, “yeah… and?” steve refuses to respond, only giving you an eye roll.

your hands unscrew one side of your grinder to be able to access the heavenly powder. you slip a filter in there before funneling it inside of the cone. your fingers twist off the end to seal it so it doesn’t spill out.

“alright, harrington. you ready to have some fun?” you eyebrows provocatively raise up and down, an excited grin on your face.

steve looks at the joint in your hand, “let’s do it.” he leans back in his seat, arm reaching across to rest on your headrest.

you pick out your lighter, thumbing striking down to create friction for the flame to ignite. you bring the filtered end of the spliff to your lips, slightly curling them in.

the flame burns the other end, shriveling up the paper as you inhale. the airflow causes the drug to catch fire, instantly making smoke travel into your lungs.

the lighter falls from your hands back into your lunchbox. taking a few more puffs to get it started. the slightly yellow tinted smoke makes a dense cloud as it floats out of your mouth.

it sweetly burns your lungs, making you cough and tears spring to your eyes. “here… just…” you say between your coughs as you hand the joint to him.

he quickly takes it from you, positioning it between his pointer finger and thumb. he brings the end to his lips, following the same steps that you did.

as soon as he inhales, he lets out the most horrendous cough. he squeezes his eyes shut, holding the stick of death towards you to take back. “jesus christ!” he hisses out, continuing to cough out the smoke.

you can’t help but laugh at him, grabbing the joint to bring it back to your lips to take another drag. “is this your first time? wait, wait! am i taking your weed virginity?” you giggle as you hold the smoke in your lungs for a moment before releasing.

steve gasps at your question, “no! this is not my first time actually- thank you very much! i’m not lame.”

you just snicker at his comment, shaking your head as you pass it back to him. he really took that comment to heart.

“what?” one of his eyebrows raise as he takes it back coolly. he presses it between his lips and inhales.

you stare at him, waiting for him to cough. the cloud releases from his mouth and you can see the instant pain in his eyes.

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” his voice strains as he attempts to not breathe.

“just cough, harrington. no shame.” you reach up to pat his bicep that’s resting near your head.

he lets out another terrible cough, his cheeks expanding with air like a pufferfish. he shakes his head as tears blink out of his eyes, streaming down his face, “oh no!” you laugh, leaning forward to cup his cheeks. your thumbs gently wipe away his tears as he coughs directly at you.

his round eyes are red, mirroring your own. he looks into your eyes as he sniffles, laughing in embarrassment. for some reason, your heart tugs when he makes eye contact with you. he looks especially cute right now.

“you’re adorable.“ you blurt out unwillingly, the drugs taking over your system. if you weren’t high right now- you bet your ass that your heart would be jumping out of your chest.

steve’s eyes falter away from yours, making your hands drop back to your lap in defeat. “sorry.” you rush to apologize, looking out the window to hide your awkwardness.

“don’t be sorry.” his voice is hushed. steve hasn’t felt this way about anyone in a while. he’s expecting his heart to be pounding, but he feels relatively calm. after nancy broke his heart, he took a break from girls… well a break from relationships, not from meaningless sex.

sooner than later, he realized the one thing he truly desires has been in front of him all along. his best friend- the one who has been by his side through everything. his feelings have been locked inside of him for way too long- and it definitely doesn’t help that ‘can’t fight this feeling’ by REO speedwagon is playing in the background. steve’s stomach flips as the realization of what he’s about to do hits him.

“you’re adorable too. shit, more than adorable. beautiful- so beautiful… and you’re so fucking cool. you’re not like anyone i’ve ever met which makes me like you even more. you’re awesome and actually hilarious. plus, you’re badass!” he exclaims, eyes wide as he professes everything that’s been on his mind.

you stare at him in awe with big doe-like eyes and a happy upside down smile settling on your lips. “when we fought the demogorgon in the byers house? you actually scared the shit outta me! you’re so cool.” his hands fly around as he rambles, “i haven’t felt comfortable with anyone like this before. i can be myself around you… god, i should’ve known since high school. i was such a douchebag. i..” his mouth fails to keep up with his overworking brain as he stutters, his head turns away from you.

“steve.” you breathe out, bringing a hand back to his cheek to direct him towards you. his slow eyes drift to yours, giving you a tender gaze. “yeah?” his voice is low.

“i feel the same way about you… jesus, ever since nancy fucking wheeler stole you. i thought i was never your type so i just pushed my feelings away. especially after stupid ass tommy h. and carol made it clear they hated my guts.” you confess as you stare into his eyes. you can’t help but notice his face gradually growing closer to yours.

“i never realized what i had in front of me this whole goddamn time.” he whispers to you from his close proximity, noses almost brushing against each other. his eyes flicker to your lips and back up to your eyes. you admire his freckles and moles that are speckled across his skin- he is truly a beautiful work of art.

“cause i can’t fight this feeling anymore.” the chorus of the song blares through his speakers, making the tension become too much to handle.

“god, just kiss me.” you beg, desperately looking up into his dreamy chocolate eyes.

steve lunges forward, hand finding it’s way to your waist to grip your side. his fingertips press into the doughy skin of your hips, holding onto you desperately.

his pillowy lips slot wonderfully against yours, completely domineering over your own. he tastes of weed and mint, the perfect combination in your mind. his cologne overtakes your senses, sending you into an upward spiral farther into the clouds.

your arms fly around his neck to pull him even closer to you. his tongue wiggles its way into your mouth, pressing against yours feverishly.

the feeling of his warmth causes a moan to bubble past your lips and against his. in return, steve’s body presses even farther into you over the center console- because god, that was the hottest thing that has fallen upon his ears. steve’s fingers dig into your side, his chest heaving with hunger. his lips stray away from yours, mouthing at the skin on your jaw to make his way to your neck.

you whine in protest, hands finding their way into his thick yet soft hair to tug him back to you. he presses long pecks to your mouth with a grin, “i’m gonna… kiss you… over here… for a little bit.” he breathes out in between them, just wanting to leave little marks on the exposed skin there.

“but… i don’t… want you… to stop… kissing me” you mumble into his multiple kisses. he chuckles in response, smiling against you.

he pulls away to hide his face in your neck, slightly giggling to himself. you take advantage of this pause to fully breathe and take in the moment. your fingers comb through his locks, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and twirling it between your fingers. the smile on your face is set in stone, either being high on steve and just because of the drugs. maybe both.

“i can’t believe this. i’m making out with you in my car right now. i’ve actually dreamt of this, you know that?” he pulls back from your should to look at you while he talks, “is this a dream? can you pinch me? you gotta pinch me.”

your hand reaches up to pinch at his arm, making him jerk slightly. “yeah, this is real.” his eyes are hooded as he leans in to savor the feeling of your lips against his again. the slight stubble on his top lip tickles you.

“do you wanna sleep over?” you mutter into the kiss, making his head pop back up to look at you. his eyes dart between each of yours, eyebrows raising suggestively. a smirk crawls onto his lips as his mind races.

you slap his arm, “not like that, you dweeb. get your head out of the gutter. i just want to cuddle… and sleep. plus i have snacks.” you offer.

the mention of food makes both of your stomachs grumble, “yeah, i definitely need some food.” steve pecks your lips once more before situating himself back into the drivers seat. he quickly pulls out of the deserted parking lot of the high school and drives back towards your house.

on the way back, you and steve decide to have a little karaoke session when one of his favorite songs comes on.

“just take those old records off the shelf!” he belts out, hands tapping the steering wheel to the beat, “i sit and listen to ‘em by myself!” you sing along loudly with him.

“todays music ain’t got the same soul!” you both lean into each other, your shoulders now touching, “i like that old time rock ‘n roll!” your hand brings an invisible microphone to your mouths.

steve steers his car halfway in the grass of your front yard, slamming the gear into park. he dances his way out of the car, waiting for you to come around to him. he continues humming the song as he walks up to your front door, hands tapping on his hips.

the porch light is on, casting a perfect shadow on his handsome features. all you can do is smile at him as you unlock the door and slip inside. “shh.” you hush his singing, his hands reach out to settle on the familiar dip of your waist.

he kneads at your skin, “wow, you’re really soft.” he mumbles out, pulling you into him so you back is against his chest. he sneaks a few pecks against your cheek and your neck, “lock the door, dummy.” you try not to giggle at how his hair is tickling your skin.

“oh! oh yeah.” he leans back, clumsily turning the locks behind him before attaching himself back to you. “just be quiet and follow me.” you mutter.

“i’d follow you to the ends of the earth, my love!” he whisper yells at you, making you roll your eyes jokingly. you opt to hold his hand to tug him up the steps, his large feet stomp loudly behind you.

“steve!” you scold with a little cackle, stifling your laughs into your fist. you both stumble into your room with a fit of giggles following. his hands don’t dare to leave your body, until you shoo him away so you can quietly shut the door. steve shuffles over to your bed to plop down on it, leaning forward to reach for his feet.

he instantly begins to take off his sneakers. thankful, that he decided to wear sweatpants instead of jeans or he would be sleeping in his underwear. which of course, if it came down to it, you wouldn’t protest.

you stroll over to your nightstand, pulling out your infinite food stash; multiple bags of chips, a bag of famous amos chocolate chip cookies, a box of pop tarts, fruit snacks, and candy bars. he sits up on your bed, legs hanging off the side as he watches with big eyes.

“a stoners dream!” steve exclaims much too loudly, making you jump on him in panic. your hand cups over his mouth and all you can do is laugh at him in shock, “shut up!” you sputter out, head falling to rest on his knee as your shoulders tremble with laughter.

your hand falls from his mouth to rest on his thigh as he busies himself opening a bag of doritos, “so good.” he raises his eyebrows at you as he chews.

you snatch the cookies before pulling yourself up on the bed to sit next to him, “this is the best thing i’ve ever put in my mouth.” you mumble with your mouth full of cookies, “i can think of something even better.” steve’s full mouth turns up into a cheeky grin. all you can do is scoff, but you can’t help but smile.

his eyes flutter shut blissfully as he chews. you never thought you’d be high, eating food in the dark on your bed with steve harrington.

after rummaging through your snacks some more, your eyelids begin to feel too heavy. all you want to do is sleep. you choose to shove all the food off the side of your bed to your floor, instead of putting it back. just so you can crawl under the covers more quickly.

steve follows your movements with his eyes, but doesn’t move to join you. “come on, harrington. i’m cold.” your bottom lip juts out to pout, your hand pats the bed.

steve beams at you from your invitation before slipping underneath the covers. his arms snake around your waist, fitting his head in the crook of your neck as he curls against you. his lips absentmindedly press soft pecks against your warm skin.

your hand cards through his hair, pushing it away from his face. “i really like you, steve. a lot more than i would’ve ever imagined.” you admit into the cool air, slightly shuttering from your confession.

steve’s arms tighten around you, dragging himself up higher so his mouth is next to your ear, “i really, really like you too.”

his raspy voice sends a shiver through your body, goosebumps rising on your skin. he flips onto his back, pulling your body with him so you’re on top of his chest. you can’t help but bury your face into his shirt.

“please don’t let this ruin our friendship.” your voice is muffled.

“what? hey- that’ll never happen. i haven’t felt more closer to you than i have tonight.“ his fingers gently trace the bumps of your spine from under your sweatshirt.

“seriously though, you’re amazing. i could never have anything ruin my friendship with you.”

you lift your head up, resting your chin on his chest. the moonlight streams in from your window, illuminating his face just enough to be able to see his loving expression.

“steve harrington. you’re going to be the death of me.” you chuckle as you crane your neck up to kiss him again, savoring the feeling of his lips against yours.

who would’ve know that tonight would have ended up like this? you, in steve harringtons arms in your bed, high out of your minds.

just wait until the kids find out about you two. they’re gonna lose their shit.

[dreimalfuermich]

Sonntag, 24.4.2022

HEAVEN'S GATE

Geweckt vom lauten Summen einer Biene, die hier zwischen Fenster und Jalousie irrte. Ein dünner Bratpfannensound. Ich deute diesen Auftritt, diese erste Biene der Saison, als Hinweis auf einen noch jungen Sommer, den jungen Sommer der Konzeption. Jetzt sitzt sie schweigend unten auf dem Fensterrahmen, nur ihr Hinterleib pumpt etwas. Aus fleckigem Himmel kommen Kirchenglocken statt blaue Strahlen, aber ein bisschen Sonne findet durch einen Riss, den ich nicht sehen kann. Ist ein bisschen Psychowetter, dieses volatile Sonne-Schatten-kühler Wind-Ding.

Gestern Nachmittag anderthalbstündiger Schlaf, völlig k.o. von Irgendwas, danach den ganzen Tag etwas neblig und high vom Schlafen und Träumen mitten am hellichten Tag, bin aber noch in den Gereonswall, zum Künstlergespräch, das Olaf führte. Olaf war etwas tanned und hatte so eine Andeutung von einem Schnurrbart im Gesicht, ich fand, er sah wie ein Stummfilm-Star aus, Michael Casagrande, so in der Art, der Name kam einfach.

Lesen in Butcher's Crossing und anschauen Heaven's Gate. Heaven's Gate beginnt mit der Harvard-Graduierung 1870, und in Butcher's Crossing verlässt ein junger Mann Boston, meaning Harvard, in Richtung Westen, um "das Land kennenzulernen", ebenfalls um das Jahr 1870. Völliger Zufall, mal wieder, aber wirklich: ich glaube dran, an diese sog. zufälligen Konstellationen. Außerdem: wenn ein Buch oder ein Film anfängt mit sowas wie "Wyoming, 1890", wie neulich bei Stoner, dann bin ich schon drin, dann bin ich sold. Jetzt klart der Himmel auf, öffnet sich, die Wolken sind weitergezogen.

[moodydarkandheavy]

50 things i am going to miss about college:

my hall's infamy

how MC will always catch me off guard by saying the most outrageous things

how H smells when he comes back inside after a cigarette break

the pop tabs that people leave on my door because they know i collect them

the decorations in the common room

the gross green couch that multiple people have had sex on

our RA who loves us but is also kinda scared of us

calling my mom

cherry blossoms in the spring

snow in the winter

red leafs in the fall

blueberries in the summer

the flowers in front of W’s door after they died

when we got nominated virgins of the week by the virgin club

my roommate who is much neater than me

my advisor who believes in me even though i'm failing

when S talks to me about hockey even though he doesn't watch it

franky the cat and his friend jameson

N when he smokes so much weed he cant stop smiling

getting excited when i finish a lab

actually understanding the materials

when i finish something i worked hard on

skateboarding late at night because i'm really bad at it and i don't want anyone to see me

when the stoners think i'm smart

when someone tells me i'm pretty

the rugby trophy in my room that has my name engraved on it

finally being good at something

my rugby captain who cares enough to help me

my coach who shows up even though the school can't pay her

the puzzles i buy even though i don't like puzzles because the people in my hall sit at them for hours

binge watching shameless and it's always sunny and new girl in the common room

watching EH wear mittens because she wants to eat ice cream straight out of the pint

going to rugby socials and somehow getting drunk off of just beers

parties that the over half the school goes to but the school is so small that we all fit in one yard

seeing people i hate and just really allowing myself to hate them

running into S in the middle of the night because neither of us actually sleep

ES telling me he loves me

L planning for the future and including me in that future

learning to crochet even though my roommate thinks i'm horrible at it

my roommate

hall-mates who help make my paranoia and mania somehow bearable

MU calling me even though its super late in croatia

EW picking up the phone no matter what

playing 8-ball in the cellar

running into people i know on campus

when the heater broke and we all had to wear parkas inside

snowball fights

water-balloon fights

cooking in the smallest kitchen known to man

everyone i met, good or bad

[theworldweloveandhate]

[a-kitten-called-death]

🐼 🍃✨

[mittentroll]

my natural sleep cycle is soo fucked 👌 leading to some odd middle-of-the-night chores and projects, hope y’all are good 🌛✨

[feisty-fat-bitch]

Started from the bottom...

Look at those fucking toe beans. Look at that little daisy boy. Absolute train wreck to fucking adorable jfc I love him I can’t stop.

[picklemittens]

If I can’t post porn I’ll post about smoking instead lmfao

[ghoullnextdoor]

New stash box ✨️🖤

[rubsta]

Herbs

January 2019

[smokebubbles-blog1]

🎃 pumpkin bong season 🎃

[michiganstoner96-blog]

I fuckin love dabs.

[angelaweberslipbite]

Rating some of Bella Swan’s gayest outfits:

(for legal reasons the khaki skirt will NOT be included)

opening scene fit: 8/10, counting all the baby cacti as part of the outfit because they add like 4 points

discovering what a simp is fit: 6/10, THE MITTENS

you can’t really run w vampires fit: 6.5/10, look at her, all gayed up to hang out w her stoner bestie jake

vampy milf sweater: 4/10, not the gayest but an honorable mention bc of this silly little gay sweater

you know i’ve got neighbors flannel combo: 10000/10, no explanation needed

the garden burger sweater: 5/10, it has a hood!!!! gayness mostly accentuated by her convo with Charlie about not liking any of the boys in town

the bowling alley shirt: 8/10, a classic, the long sleeved shirt underneath really sells it for me

the motorcycle flannel: 7.5/10, LOOK AT HER!!! THATS A LESBIAN!!!!!!

[elaineiswithyou-blog]

MHA Headcanons

A/N: Some of these are X reader or just about the character in general

Shoji: Gives the best hugs but is super insecure to hug you because of his arms

Todoroki: Really good at ice skating, Holds your hands in winter to warm them up, if you have periods, he is like a personal heating pack, is super careful when he does use his power around you because he never wants to hurt you, Likes getting you gifts, especially jewelry Tokoyami: Loves to go to hot topic, watches Tokyo Ghoul, practices asking you out with dark shadow before he does, huge candle collection Tsuyu: Loves to cuddle, especially during cold winters, likes getting you flowers and if you don’t like flowers she will make you little trinkets Izuku: Knows how to draw really well, super sweet and romantic, always wants to take you on dates, your parents/guardian will love him Bakugou: He never initiates hand holding because he is nervous he might blow your hand up but doesn’t reject holding your hand if you take his first, he starts calling things manly ironically to tease Kirishima and then it becomes unironically, he is deaf(Once he grows louder) and learns sign language as well as having hearing aids, a line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery is Bakugou’s love song. Uraraka: Has a huge collection of barbies and barbie movies from her youth that she refuses to throw away, loves to play barbies with Eri though Iida: The king of forehead kisses and is sponsored by Nike Momo:Knows how to play the violin, women’s rights are a big issue for her, bath and body works is her favorite store, pays for all of 1A’s prom dresses Denki: Pansexual, gets a ton of tattoos one night when he is really drunk, loves dogs(Specially golden retrievers), does not know of to cook, when confessing to you he tries to be flirtatious and funny so you won’t see how nervous and insecure he is because his flirting never works and he doesn’t see himself as conventionally attractive, tosses and turns in his bed while he sleeps Jiro: Hangs out with Tokoyami a lot, wide music taste and has an industrial piercing Mina: Loves to play pranks, loves to dye her own and other people’s hair Aoyama: Loves to wear makeup, loves to wear traditionally feminine clothing(Dresses, skirts, etc), extensive and expensive hair and skin routines, speaks French fluently Sero: Stoner, Latino, his favorite color is dark green, knows how to play the trumpet Ojiro: Loves it when you play with his tail, knows martial arts, really friendly but quiet Koda: Has a pet bunny named Snowball and a hamster named Hoshi Kirishima: Loves your thighs, doesn’t care about your looks, tried putting on makeup once with Denki and never again. Testutestu: He and Kirishima are long lost twins Monoma: Very insecure but only shows it to you in private, constantly questioning why you are even with him Shinsou(TW: Abuse for the last one): Sleep insomnia, loves cuddling, sunday lazy morning cuddles with you are his favorite, star gazes with you at night, (TW)He lives in a very abusive and neglectful household Tamaki: Likes small outdoor dates(Picnics, butterfly gardens, botanical gardens, star gazing, etc) Mirio: He will ALWAYS support you, if you play a sport, you bet he is at every single game. If you play an instrument, he’ll try his best to be helpful. If you do theater, he has front row tickets to every performance. Even if you don’t do anything extra, he always supports you academically by helping you study. Physical touch is a must with him. He loves cuddling, touching you, hand holding, even a simple high five of a pat on the back from you will make his day. His favorite color is yellow Hawks: Only lets you know his real name after a year of dating, touch starved, bird like tendencies(Running into windows, repeating certain words or phrases, not recognizing his own reflection, etc), DO NOT LET THIS MAN HAVE COFFEE, Mirko and him are best friends, sponsored by KFC, talks to his feathers when he thinks he is alone Mirko: Her nose twitches in her sleep, loves cuddling by the fireplace All Might: Tries his best to keep his hero life separate from his love/personal life, He is always embarrassed about his small form and never starts physical affection, even after years of dating, unless you ask or do it yourself, just tell him what you want, don’t be subtle, this man is a himbo and doesn’t understand anything about picking up small and subtle clues. Aizawa: Basically copy and paste Shinsou’s headcanons, Shinsou and Eri are his children, his quirk dries out his eyes so he carries eye droppers with him, he has reading glasses, has a tiny black cat named Mittens because her paws are white Hizashi: Has a pet cockatiel named Hade which means flashy in Japanese, has a talk show, has fashion shows with Eri Toga: Shoplifts, loves to go thrift store shopping with you,really clingy and protective of you Kurogiri: Wears/Collects pocket watches, Old fashioned and romantic. Shigaraki: Wears artist gloves to protect you, always has elastic ponytail holders for himself and Toga, Touch starved number 2, loves it when you let him lay his head on your lap while he games, constantly wants you playing with his hair while he games too Dabi: constantly has to change his staples, learns how to braid hair and do all kinds of hairstyles for Toga and you(If you have long hair), Night owl, stalks you whenever you leave the house, even if you think he isn’t there he is Compress: Old fashioned and romantic, loves citrus smells(Lemon, lime, orange, etc) Collects tons of different themed card decks. Like TONS  Twice: Has a giant beanie baby collection Spinner: Vegetarian, is the only one in the LOV who knows how to drive, sheds once a month