having someone that is there for you no matter what

Creating a Day Worth Living.
1. Get up early.
2. Express gratitude for what you have.
3. Do something productive.
4. Do something fun.
5. Do something for someone else.
6. Get some sunlight.
7. Exercise – it doesn’t matter what – just do some exercise.
8. Put a smile on someone’s face.
9. Express gratitude or compliment someone.
10 Learn or do something new.
—  Jos.

anonymous asked:

so as you probably know charles manson died. but i've had a lot a people get mad at me and others for being happy about his death? do you think it's okay to be happy about his death? i feel like he deserves to die.

Do I think it’s okay to be happy that someone died? No, to me it’s just weird, in the end he was just a person like you and me.  Despite of what he may have done he still has family (I suppose) and friends who are mourning him, would you like to be on the internet and see people celebrating the death of a family member of yours or a friend? Of course you wouldn’t. I know some people are happy and all that but let’s keep it lowkey, there’s no need to throw a party over the death of another human being, no matter who he was.

When you lose someone to suicide it hurts so much more for the simple fact that you really just have to accept that no matter what you could’ve said, no matter how much help they were getting it wasn’t enough. Nothing in this life is easy so people who get up everyday and tackle this shit head on are fucking warriors. It’s just so important to let the people in your life know how much you love and appreciate them because they may not be feeling it at all. They may see themselves as burdens or worthless, never leave a situation with regrets because the last words, last memory, last moment you spent with that person sticks with you and if it was on a bad note it dead haunts you.

We all have our own lives especially as we get older and enter relationships, build families, move away but just always remember to reach out at some point, because I’d give anything to go back to a good 7 months ago and literally hear one last obnoxious laugh, hear one more joke, get one last lecture, argue one last time about how disgusting a can of spam is.

These memories don’t live like people do, memories fade so treasure their presence while you can.

anonymous asked:

Okay so I go to a high school where the Smart Kids reign and are the most popular. Lucky for me, Ive always been one of the smart kids, even before we were considered cool. So I’m considered on of the “popular” people and I’m friends with all the other smart kids, but I’ve noticed that these kids who used to be “losers” are now making fun of and bullying the jocks and cheerleaders who would be popular in a typical school setting. And honestly, it makes me sick. What do I do??

Uh bullying is wrong. It doesn’t matter if they’re cheerleaders or nerds. Tell them to stop? If they’re your friends they probably will. If they don’t stop maybe try to tell someone like an adult. Snitching is not my style but if someone is getting bullied you really have no choice.

anonymous asked:

I’ve been in love with my best friend for so long, he never really showed any signs of being gay until I dove into his life and a lot of my closer friends are seeing him change and develop the same feelings towards me. He gives me so much shit for not being around, he holds me to a higher standard and no matter how much I try to stop feeling he brings me back. Any thoughts on how i should approach the situation?

Well, there are many different ways to handle this, tbh. But since I wouldn’t be ballsy enough to do any of those things, I’ll tell you what I probably would do:

I’d have a mutual friend do a little digging — someone you trust, someone that wouldn’t make it obvious that they’re trying to get the scoop for you. Aside from that, just be attentive. There’s a lot of language communicated by the body that we don’t always pick up on. If he looks at you a lot, especially when you aren’t looking, that’s typically a good sign. If he really seems to be engaged whenever you’re talking, that’s typically a good sign. If he smiles at you a lot, that’s typically a good sign. Go with your gut. Often times, it’s correct.

Best of luck to you! I hope he returns the feelings, lovely. If not, though, don’t let it get to you. You’re enough and you’ll be okay. ♥️

Bertie: You know, Kitten, I made a decision a long time ago.

Patrick “Kitten” Braden: What decision was that?

Bertie: That I wasn’t destined for sentimental side of things. But if I ever did let myself fall for someone, I think it would be a girl like you.

Patrick “Kitten” Braden: Bertie, please, I have to stop you. There’s something you should know.

Bertie: Or maybe what I should say is, it would be a girl not a million miles away from where I’m standing. What’s the matter, Princess?

Patrick “Kitten” Braden: Well, you see, the thing is, Bertie, I’m not a girl.

Bertie: Oh, I knew that, Princess.

Patrick “Kitten” Braden: You did?

Bertie: Of course. What I said was, it would be a girl like you.

Breakfast on Pluto, Neil Jordan (2005)

When you find an anime/manga really great at the start, but, the romance they added later on completely ruins it.
why you keep getting hurt, based on your moon sign

ARIES: you may find yourself doing the hurting in your relationship. love for you is supposed to be exciting, and when you’re not excited about the relationship, it’s easy for you to let go. but hurting people doesn’t feel good. not many people realize this, but aries don’t intend to hurt people. they just naturally put themselves first. it hurts them when people close to them hurt. you may have a lot of trouble finding someone who understands you and your carefree attitude about relationships. maybe love isn’t for you, you begin to think. 

TAURUS: you have an intense loyalty to the people you love. so much so, in fact, that you stay in situations that you may be better off walking away from. to you, a partnership is a long term commitment and any problems that may arise can be worked out, if people are willing to work at it. the problem is, you’re always willing to work on it and the other person may not be so willing. people take advantage of you. you don’t like to fail. when relationships end for you, it causes you a lot of pain because you feel like you failed. you start to think about all the things you could have done to make things work, but you can’t change someone else no matter how hard you try. 

GEMINI: you’re very hard on yourself. you have this weird war going inside you. a part of you thinks “im in a v srs relationship, this is srs business,” while the other side is wanting to have fun and gets bored staying in one spot. you can be hard on others too. you have these ideas about what a good partner should be like and what a serious relationship is supposed to look like, so you tend to dwell on flaws that may not even be deal breaker worthy. finding a balance and learning to let go of preconceived ideas about relationships is a challenge for you. if you don’t find a balance, you’ll feel lost and like no one is out there for you. 

CANCER: you care SO much about people. you always do incredibly thoughtful gestures for the people you love. maybe your partner made an offhand comment once about liking this super niche movie that’s hard to find, and you go out there and buy it. it’s hard for people to match your insane effort. the thing is, you want someone to treat you how you treat others. you want someone to remember that story you told about your favorite vacation as a kid and then they surprise you with plane tickets for your birthday. people show love in all sorts of ways, but it’s hard for you to accept love in a way that’s different from the way you love. if it’s not these insane, sentimental gifts, it’s not enough for you. you feel unfulfilled. 

LEO: you put people on a pedestal. you have high standards, or you at least like to think you have high standards. when you’re into someone, you’re like “oh my god! finally someone who is everything I’ve been looking for!” you begin to see them as this vision you had in your head of the person you pictured yourself with. but fantasy is not reality. when this person doesn’t live up to that fantasy, you get hurt. you’re a hopeless romantic and very grandiose in the way you express your love. everything about love to you is a fairytale. you’re setting impossibly high standards for not only potential partners, but even yourself. 

VIRGO: we live in a society where reminding someone to put their seatbelt on is nagging. to you, this is an act of love. you’re a perfectionist with yourself and your love life. you love through constructive criticism and communication. never mind the fact that people just can’t take criticism these days, people instinctually become defensive. you don’t mean it to come across as critical and naggy, you genuinely want you, the other person, and your relationship to be the best it can be. you feel misunderstood and you probably have begun to give in to thinking there’s something inherently wrong with you.  

LIBRA: love for you is more than just emotions, it’s a conscious decision you make everyday. this will cause you to stay in situations that aren’t right for you. once you’ve decided to be with someone, you’ve decided and now you have to deal with this commitment. pair that with a need to keep the peace and you can drive yourself crazy, dealing with other people’s bullshit that you shouldn’t have to deal with. you bend so much to the needs of the other person, because you’re adaptable so you can be the one to compromise to keep the relationship harmonious. but by doing this, you neglect your own needs and you become blind to how you truly feel and what you truly want. 

SCORPIO: not many people realize it, but you have very high standards. this comes from your overall pessimistic view on people, which probably stems from going through a lot of disappointment in your past. you are insanely loyal to those you’re with and you love HARD. you may often feel that no one will love you the way you love them. you don’t even always express just how deeply you love someone. you don’t like to admit it, but you get deeply attached to people. when someone inevitably doesn’t live up to your standards, this causes you a lot of pain. 

SAGITTARIUS: people fucking suck. everyone has skeletons in their closets and baggage. people take themselves and relationships too seriously. you just want to have fun with the person you’re with. you have a hard time dealing with the human side of people. why does everyone else have to be so negative, you think. love is an amazing thing! and we should have fun while we have time on this earth together. much like aries, you may have begun to think love isn’t for you because everyone else is out here taking the fun out of love. 

CAPRICORN: there’s an inherent loneliness than comes with being a cap moon. you come across as cold to others because the way you express love is so different than everyone else. emotions take a back seat, you love through providing for your partner and becoming the best at what you do to ensure a comfortable life for yourself and those you love. people see that as putting your work before your loved ones, but that’s not your intention. failures in your love life have caused you to completely stop seeking out potential partners, even if you would really love to be in a relationship right now. 

AQUARIUS: the person you’re with is not only your partner, but your best friend. but isn’t that a good thing? it can be, but you have the tendency to detach from the emotional and romantic side of the relationship. you’re afraid of your emotions sometimes, and you’ve developed this ability to completely detach. people you are with may feel like you don’t love them, they’ll begin to feel more like your friend than your lover. but that’s not how you mean for it to come across! you just have a hard time expressing love in a way that others can understand. 

PISCES: you give people too many chances. you see people how you want to see them, rather than for who they truly are and you usually default to seeing the best in everyone. you gravitate towards relationships where one of you needs saving. if you’re the one who needs saving, you put too much of that responsibility into the other person. if you’re the savior in the relationship, you have a hard time realizing that you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. 

let’s all have a group hug <3 astrology is a wonderful tool to not only understand yourself, but to understand others. treat each other kindly and embrace differences in people. 

this is based off of my very first series on twitter. you can follow me @classtrology_ for more frequent astrological posts! I am not accepting full birthchart readings at this time, but simple questions and brief sun/moon/rising combo readings can be done through my ask on here. 

What to do when you fell out with your practice

Because I sure as hell needed this post when I did.

1. Realize that it‘s okay. Accept that it happened. Forgive yourself for it.

Maybe life got in the way and you just didn‘t have the time or energy or possibility. Maybe something happened on your path that got you scared, frightened, panicked, or even disgusted so that you had to take a step back and retreat. Maybe your focus simply shifted. Maybe you got bored. Maybe everything just got overwhelming and you weren‘t able to juggle magick and the mundane at the same time. Maybe mental illness got in the way.
No matter what the reason for your fall out was, accept that it happened, forgive yourself for it. Because it‘s okay, life happens in phases, and no matter the reason, how big or how small, it‘s part of your journey and totally fine. These things happen to the best of us, so don‘t blame yourself for it. It really is okay. Pinky promise.

2. Reconnect with your god(s) and/or non-physical friends, if needed.

If you‘re a spirit companion/have spirit friends like me or are devoted to a god or certain deity/ies, your time with them/devotion to them probably fell under the brick as well. If it did, reconnect. I promise chances are they‘ll understand. As I said, life happens, and they know that too. They probably saw what you were going through. Explain what happened to them, apologize, and move on, if they allow it. Just spend more time with them again, greet them good morning and wish them good night again, invite them to join you throughout your day again. I promise, any good relationship will hold, just show that you really are sorry and put in effort to show that you care again. I’m sure they missed you as well so it’s time to make up for the time you lost!

3. Don’t overwhelm and overestimate yourself.

Chances are the longer your fall-out was, the more your “psychic muscles” lost in strength. Your intuition may be a bit more out-of-tune, you may have more trouble hearing/seeing/feeling/sensing spirits and energies. Maybe you have more trouble programing things or adding energy to objects than before. That’s okay! It’s totally fine and normal, just don’t be surprised if it happens and know that with practice you’ll be back to old strength in no time! Until then, start small and work with what you have.

4. Start small, don’t rush it, one step at a time.

Start drawing a daily or weekly card again. Start carrying crystals with you again. Start laying them out under the moon to charge again. Do small rituals like maybe doing some bath magic before you rush head-first into a huge complicated thing again! Again, you don’t want to overwhelm yourself. Also, you want to build a routine again to not risk falling out again.
Some ideas on what to do when building your practice up again:

  • lay crystals, items, water, anything out under the moon/sun to charge 
  • talk to plants
  • draw a daily/weekly card
  • pick a crystal to carry with you throughout the day in the morning
  • say mantras in the morning
  • infuse your tea/coffee with intent
  • send out your energetic sensers when comfortable and at home. slowly but surely
  • meditate. 5 minutes in the evening, 5 minutes in the morning. at least.
  • go for a daily walk at a certain time 
  • look through your grimoire/bos if you have one. write in it again
  • doodle little sigils in your free time
  • and many, many more

5. If needed, make a schedule.

As I said, you may want to build a routine. If those work for you, make a daily or weekly plan. Look up transits and check when you have time, then create your own magical schedule. If need be, set some reminders on your phone. Just try to be disciplined about it for a while so that you get back into your practice smoothly!

6. Reinvent your craft.

You probably changed since you last practiced, or maybe there was a reason IN your practice that caused the fall-out. If so, identify what it was. Reflect on yourself, your practice, your life. How can you make everything run together more smoothly? Maybe you want to focus more on the mundane than the spiritual, and if so that’s totally fine. Adapt your practice in a way that fits and feels good, it’s all yours so feel free to do whatever you want! Maybe you want to shift the focus IN your practice, or maybe you want to stop doing something, maybe start doing something else (instead). 

(Optional) 7. Talk to others. 

Sometimes it is so, so hard to not feel incredibly bad and like you fucked yourself or your life or your relationships up when this happens (and not just in relation to magic but other things as well). Please know that you’re not alone on this and if your own up-lifting thoughts and words are not enough, seek validation outside. I promise that’s not a selfish or vain thing to do, it’s natural and human and you deserve to be told that you’re doing just fine. Go to a trusted friend, family member, maybe blogger, anyone. If you want, you can always come to me. Talk to someone about how things are going now, talk to them about the things you just did to make yourself feel good about doing this. 

💗 No matter what, it’s all good. I promise. These things just happen and there is no reason to blame yourself - please take good care of yourself and know that you come first - magic and everything else second. 
I hope this was useful to some, I know it helped me as I’m just getting out of a fall-out, too. I hope you all have a magical day~! 💗

Stupid Things We Don’t Talk About Enough

- Tom hasn’t ever had an onscreen kiss. 

- it’s super rare to have a friendship like Tom and Harrison’s. (And even more so with the life they have to live)

- the nerdist podcast

- Harrison’s hair. (It curls and looks soft even when he loads it with hair gel. It’s magical)

- Tom plays multiple instruments (guitar, Uke, piano) 

- Jacob plays multiple instruments well 

- Tom and Harrison are 21 and don’t seem to have any serious mental health issues. (Do you know how frikin rare that is?)

- that video where Tom wakes Harrison up when he hit 1M. (Harrison was happy for him even though he just got jumped on. I woulda hit someone for that no matter what the reason)

- Harry went to BRITschool too? (I think? I actually can’t find anything that confirms that. There is a short film the BRITschool channel uploaded that he has the smallest cameo in though- like he doesn’t show his face)

- Harry keeps wearing ball caps like Ron Howard and it’s real squish

- Paddy’s name is Patrick.

- Monty is cuter than Tessa

- Harrison hasn’t had peanut butter

- Tom’s (possible) Spotify

- The fact that Tom’s voice raises a pitch when he smiles as he talks.  

- Tom’s love of Ed Sheeran (just cause that makes me happy) 

- The fact that Harrison has tumblr (and all the boys share stuff between each other when its funny or amusing to them.)


FEARLESS - Taylor Swift (November 11, 2008)

To me, “Fearless” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. Fearless is walking into your freshman year of high school at fifteen. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again…even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s fearless to have faith that someday things will change. Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s fearless to stop believing them. It’s fearless to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is fearless. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then, moving on and being alright…That’s fearless, too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily every after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is fearless.

Don’t buy Battlefront 2

Over the weekend, there was a bit of a controversy involving the upcoming release Star Wars Battlefront 2. 

EA, the game’s publisher, set character unlocks using the game’s in-game currency exorbitantly high. The price was set at 40,000, which some outlets suggested could take up to 40 hours of playtime. I assume this is worst-case scenario stuff, so I’m going to be generous to EA and say it was probably something like 20 hours of playtime per hero. This was seen as an attempt to not so subtly prod the player into purchasing in-game currency in order to expedite the process.

Monday, EA backpedaled and decided to heavily discount the unlocks. They declared in a tweet that they were listening to fans! And some took this as some sort of victory. This is no victory. This is what EA wanted to happen. Here’s my theory.

Before the big character unlock kerfuffle, there was a bit of a fuss over in-game lootboxes and micro transactions. People were frustrated that apparently the game has pay-to-win features. You can pay real money to have a real advantage over folks in multiplayer. In a $60 AAA release, this is absurd. In a free-to-play mobile game this is expected. This sort of thing is also EA’s main way of making money post release, so having people outright furious about them out of the gate seems bad for business.

So in order to distract from the outrage over this, I think EA set character unlock fees absurdly high in order to manufacture a separate outrage. Yes, they take a short term hit - including having a reddit comment become the most downvoted in the website’s history - but they also stand to earn some long term good will. 

For starters, if you cruise the tweet where EA says that they are slashing the cost of these standalone characters, you will see person after person defend the company whenever somebody says they still aren’t purchasing the game. “EA listened! Why are you still mad! I just wanna play a fun Star Wars game!” By backing down from their crazy demands, they seem like they care about customers. So now some people are willing to give them the benefit of the doubt regarding lootboxes. You see the casual “if you don’t like it, don’t play it!” or “you don’t have to buy them!” which are certainly not helpful. 

You also have what inevitably comes when a large group of people swarm on one target: death threats. No matter what side of the political spectrum someone is on or what the target is, if enough people get mad about an issue there will always be a couple of angry folks who take things too far. So, when the most downvoted comment in reddit history bring the Internet’s focus onto EA’s monetary scheme, a few crazy people will come with it.

Straight up, death threats are awful, should be taken seriously and are made by some of society’s worst people. Do not make threats at developers. Do not send hateful messages laden with personal insults at developers. Having said that, a company can use these inevitable occurrences to gain sympathy. Waypoint had an article right away on the death threats sent to game developers over this issue. Then the article’s writer, Patrick Klepek, immediately referenced the threats again when EA announced prices were reduced. You would then see people in the comments for the article saying that this sends a message to those sending threats that they work.

The .0001% of humanity that would send these kind of threats aren’t learning anything. If EA doubled down, they’d still make threats. They just do it because it’s in their nature. But because threats were made and EA made sure people knew about them - which is their right because I sure would let people know if a threat was made on my life - there will be people out there who are like “Well shit, if this game doesn’t take off those assholes win! I better buy a lootbox!” It can get in some folks minds that all EA detractors are vile people who hate developers. 

A tactic similar to this was used when Mass Effect 3 was receiving hatred over the ending DLC. EA was under fire, so a lot of the shit getting flung at them from a crazy group of people was being brought to the light. It takes the heat off of the company and instead places it elsewhere

It’s all part of advertising. Paint the cynics in a negative light, make it seem like you care about customers or some virtue, and rake in money. EA wants you to remember the shitbags. They want you to remember that they listened to “the most downvoted comment in reddit history”. They want you to forget about the lootbox thing. 

Don’t forget. Don’t buy the game if you disagree with this current AAA trend of monetization. They can always find another way. Don’t feel compelled to line some CEO’s wallet. Sadly the game is going to make like 80 billion dollars because it’s STAR WARS, but you don’t have to contribute to that sum. 

UPDATE: https://twitter.com/EAStarWars/status/931332890717143040
They turned off micro-transactions. I personally think this is because of Belgium looking into Battlefront 2 and lootboxes as a form of gambling. BIG BRAND Star Wars + gambling = controversy the Disney overlords probably don’t want.

Bruises On Another (part seven)

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Oh! And just to be clear, this derives from canon plot. While Nancy still broke up with Steve and the whole Halloween party still happened, the events with the demodog and everything doesn’t- mainly because it wouldn’t fit with how i’d like to take my story. So I hope you all don’t mind.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!

Steve stared at the disappearing figure of your father’s car, sighing heavily in thought. He hesitated in chasing after you, debating whether that really was the right decision. It almost seemed as if you didn’t want him to help you, but then Steve remembered the fear in your eyes when you’d screamed out in terror. He had you in his arms, you were safe and then suddenly you were just gone. 

Steve had you- and in that one short moment he’d actually seen you smile. And then it just vanished.

You were afraid, Steve knew, and that’s why you pushed him away. The unknown- you didn’t know what would happen to you or him if Steve fought your father or had said something, so you’d pushed him away just like he’d seen you push everyone else away these past few days. Steve may have only known you for a short amount of time but that afternoon he felt as if he learned so much about you. The vulnerability in your eyes had broke his heart, your severe lack of confidence had rendered him speechless.

Steve didn’t know if the abuse had been happening your whole life or more recently, but none of it mattered. What your father has done to you has turned you into nothing, something to be used and abused. And Steve knew that you were more than that- everyone was more than that. You needed help, needed someone to guide you into the light and show you what love and care looked like.

And Steve wasn’t willing to let you suffer. Damn what would happen to him- damn if you hated him forever. Your father had seemed angry, angrier than Steve’d ever seen anyone else, and he wasn’t willing to let that pathetic excuse for a man lay one more hand on you.

Making his decision, he begun running towards his car. Steve wasted no time in opening his door, practically falling into the drivers seat and turning on the engine. He sped out of his parking spot, rushing to reach your house. You’d gotten a head start but he was determined to reach you before anything bad happen. 

It wasn’t a long drive but to Steve it felt like forever, until finally he turned down the street of your house. You’d probably been home for a good ten to twenty minutes already and Steve felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest in fear of what your father had already managed to do to you. Once parked on the side of the road, Steve practically swung open his door and stepped out. He took quick steps and practically ran up the stairs to your porch, reaching your front door in seconds.

Steve could hear, even from his car, yelling from your father and soft cries that he could only assume came from you. He felt anger spike at his heart and his chest tighten in disgust at the man who pretended to be your father. Luckily for Steve, your father had left open the door and practically slamming it open, Steve stepped into the house.

It didn’t take him long to find you, and as he did your father swung his fist down directly smacking you in the face. You cried out in pain and Steve felt is eyes widen in surprise, before a sudden shock of pain ran through him. He gripped the same place your father had hit you, only on his own face in pain and let out a groan. Steve wondered why that one time it’d hurt, when none of the bruises that your father had inflicted on you had never hurt him.

But none of that mattered because the moment Steve recovered, he found both yours and your father’s eyes on him. He met yours, hating the pain behind them as you cried desperately. Though it almost seemed as if you were relieved at the sight of Steve, and Steve felt his soft eyes spike in anger as they met your fathers.


You groaned out in pain as your father practically kicked you into the house, falling to the ground with a loud thud. You spun around quickly, knowing your father was just behind you and watched with desperate eyes as he closed the door. The lights weren’t on in the house and you watched with despair as the door was shut and whatever light you had disappeared before your very own eyes. The dark had always scared you, but your fear of it had only grown when the abuse had started. “Father, please-” 

“You whore!” Your father belted out, leaning over your body. You cried out in fear, crawling back as fast as you could. “Get up!” Knowing better than to delay, you rushed up so you were on your feet and held your head high as your father gripped you with a bruising force. “What were you doing with that boy?” Your father asked and you shook your head, about to explain. But before you could answer, he spoke; “I thought I told you to stay away from him.”

“I tried-”

He tightened his grip and you let out a groan as your jaw ached in pain. “Forty minutes late- forty minutes spent with that boy. Steve was it? Do you take me for a fool?”

“No,” you sobbed, shaking your head as best at you could. “No, please, father I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t care!” Your father interrupted, roughly shoving your head away. You struggled to stay balanced, feeling your knees grow weak beneath you and your whole body shake. You felt like you might pass out, your ears ringing from the volume your father was speaking at. You should’ve stayed with Steve- you should’ve…

What did you do to deserve this?

“Dad please!” You haven’t called your father ‘dad’ in so long, the last time you had he’d beat you for not showing him enough respect. But you were so desperate to have your dad back, to have the father you once had- you’d try anything. “I’m sorry.” You cried out, feeling every bit of defiance leave you and all hope disappear. You just wanted your dad back.

“I’m not your dad.” Your father spat, his voice this time much more quiet. Your eyes widened upon his words and meeting his eyes, you tried to see through the blur of your tears. What did he mean?

Your father took a step forward and you flinched when his hand reached out towards you. “And you’re certainly not my daughter.” His hand moved towards your neck, grabbing ahold of the necklace you so dearly cared for. It felt like your heart stopped as he gripped it and time slowed down as you cried out, begging him not to touch it. “And you certainly aren’t hers.” Then before you knew it, the necklace was ripped from your neck, falling to the ground pathetically.

Time slowed as you watched it hit the ground. Falling to your knees, you grabbed the ruined necklace with shaky hands, not quite believing what had just happened. 

“You killed her.”

You missed the door open and Steve step through as your father roughly grabbed the necklace and chucked it across the room. Then before you knew it there was a sharp pain radiating through your cheek and you were falling back, crying out in pain. It wasn’t until you heard a manlier cry, one that wasn’t your fathers, did you noticed Steve. And glancing up at him, you met his eyes with tears in your own.

He’d come…

Steve had come to help you-

Then his eyes left yours.

“You son of a bitch!” Steve bellowed out and took a step before you.

“You’re the boy who’s been-” Your father never got to finish his sentence before Steve punched him across the face so hard he stumbled back in surprise. It just so happened that as he stumbled back, he tripped over his own two feet in dizziness and fell to the ground. You watched with wide eyes, the tears seizing as he fell and his eyes closed in shock.

Then there was a hand gripping your arm, pulling you up. “Come on.” Steve’s soft voice filled your ears. “Come on, Y/N. I’ve got you- i’m not gonna let him hurt you anymore.” He pulled you up to your feet and begun leading you out the door. You didn’t fight him, your eyes staying glued to your fathers before you were suddenly outside and entering Steve’s car.

He set you in the passenger’s seat gently, buckling you up himself before making his way around to his own seat. The moment Steve sat in his car, he turned to you as your eyes stayed glued before you. Steve watched you, waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did, and eventually you turned to meet his eyes.


“He was going to kill me.” You whispered, meeting Steve’s eye and Steve shook his head. What you said was true, he just didn’t know how to respond. “My father- my dad wanted to kill me.”

“It’ll be okay.” Steve reassured and you shook your head.


“I’m taking you to the police.” Steve answered. “I’m taking you to the chief.”

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Women & Congress

Original author unknown, but they want this to be passed around.

Women: Can I have birth control?

Congress: No.

Women: I couldn’t get birth control so I got pregnant. Can I have an abortion?

Congress: No.

Women: You prevented me from having an abortion so I’m carrying the fetus, but my employer won’t provide reasonable accommodations and is threatening to fire me. Would you please pass the Pregnant Workers Fairness Act?

Congress: No

Women: I had the baby, but I’m out of work. Can I have WIC and food stamps until I get back on my feet?

Congress: No.

Women: I found a job, but it doesn’t offer me insurance. Can I have government guaranteed insurance?

Congress: No.

Women: My kid got sick and I got fired because I missed time caring for him. Can I get unemployment?

Congress: No.

Women: I’m having a hard time getting my kid from school consistently. Can we fund after-school programs?

Congress: No.

Women: I’m prepared to work to support my family. Can you make sure that a full-time job’s minimum wage is enough to do that?

Them: No. But what’s the matter with you and your family, that working two jobs can’t lift you out of poverty? And what kind of a mother are you, letting someone else watch your child while you work? If your child doesn’t do well in school or gets in trouble, it’s entirely your fault. You shouldn’t have had a child if you weren’t prepared to take care of her.

Once Upon A Flannel

Title: Once Upon A Flannel

Summary: Dean doesn’t know how or why he fell in love with her. But he does know one thing. It all started with a flannel

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

Word count: 3977 (totally worth it, I promise)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a loved one, mentions of blood and references to grief. 

Author’s Notes: This is my very late submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘ AU & Things Challenge. Michelle, I can’t even thank you enough for being so patient with me about this. I fell so in love with the story and wanted to do it justice. 

Special thank you to twin @ravengirl94 for reading parts of it over for me and listening to me whine, I don’t know what I’d do without her.

My prompt for this was flannel (obviously, lol) and you’ll see what I did with it in the text *winks* Also, this fic was loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s How Would You Feel (You need to listen to that, btw, his new album is amazeballs)

Thank you for all of your love and support. Enjoy <3

The first time Dean sees her in one of his flannels, it’s after a wendigo hunt.

Autumn’s slowly creeping its way into his life again, its tawny leaves and withered hedges painting the scene in golden colors and, even though he rarely takes the time to appreciate things like these anymore, he stops for a second and breathes it all in, the crispiness and the rustles and the shadows of change.

And then, she swims into view.

She’s sitting on the hood of a Bronco in Bobby’s scrap yard, fallen leaves dancing at her feet, as she stares straight ahead, at the sky that’s turning to orange, and smiles.

And he doesn’t notice at first, but there’s something familiar there, in the red and white fabric that wraps around her, in the way the garment dwarfs her, in the rolled-up sleeves and the hem that reaches her mid-thigh and he realizes that it’s his clothes she’s wearing.

She looks beautiful.

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Something I’ve talked about with friends before, is that Peridot’s character arc has been about learning empathy and compassion, right? She knew nothing of those things before landing on earth, and has had quite the crash course (heh) in giving a shit about other people. 

Or as Rebecca Sugar put it once, “She’s excited by the infinite potential of everything, and fascinated by her own capacity to care, because those things had been a total blind spot for her.“ 

And like…thinking about her friendship with Lapis, I feel like she accidentally swung too far the other way. She went from “I don’t care about any of you, I just want off this rock before it explodes,” to “Upsetting Amethyst, even by accident, makes me feel so awful that I’m going to record an apology.” She had an episode of her trying to empathize with Garnet. She saw Steven’s empathy save the planet from the Cluster. She had an episode where she had to see things from the perspective of a corrupted gem (in order to poof it, but still). She tried to make Amethyst feel better about the Jasper situation by taking her to the Beta Kindergarten (which backfired, but her heart was in the right place). 

And she sometimes has the zeal of a recent convert–look at her little speeches to both Jasper and Navy. 

Then there’s Lapis. Peridot fumbles the beginning of that one, but she’s trying, yeah? And she just keeps trying. And trying. And trying. And she just doesn’t know when to stop. Lapis’s reactions, on screen, range from polite-but-distant interest to outright hostility. She doesn’t try to kick Peridot out of the barn again, and she half-asses some morps and watches TV with her and uses her water powers to water their field and takes a lot of naps. 

Meanwhile Peridot constantly tries to engage her and check in with her and is always monitoring Lapis’s emotions if she’s around. Because Peridot doesn’t know that there’s a happy medium between “I don’t care about you” and “your needs are more important than mine.” 

Eventually Peridot got into the habit of changing her words and actions to appease Lapis’s moods. It’s worth remembering that Lapis can be genuinely terrifying when angry, and she’s incredibly powerful. I’ve been around people with mercurial moods who are frightening when they’re angry, and you end up hypervigilant and walking on eggshells all the time. It sucks!! And Peridot has no idea that that’s not what caring for someone means–that a good friendship has give and take; that you shouldn’t have to censor yourself around them out of fear; than you don’t have to (literally!) bend over backwards to please or placate them. 

Peridot’s only other experience of caring about someone else, prior to landing on earth, was caring about Yellow Diamond. “I don’t matter! What’s important is that I’m of use to Yellow Diamond!” Poor baby’s only experience of caring about someone else was slavish devotion without question. No wonder she doesn’t think about herself or her own needs.

So I’m hoping the pendulum will swing the other way a little. I want Peridot to find that she can care for someone and they can care for her just as much–that there’s something really amazing in caring about someone who cares equally about you. That kindness and compassion can go both ways.

Bruises On Another (part six)

Originally posted by powerpuffqirls

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Oh! And just to be clear, this derives from canon plot. While Nancy still broke up with Steve and the whole Halloween party still happened, the events with the demodog and everything doesn’t- mainly because it wouldn’t fit with how i’d like to take my story. So I hope you all don’t mind.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!

Had you been that obvious? Had everything you’d work so hard to hide been plain as sight to Steve? Not only Steve, but maybe even everyone..?

It felt like the world was closing in on you- ever since this had begun, ever since the abuse had begun and your life was turned upside down you’d made it your goal to never tell anyone. Never let anyone find out. It seemed silly, and you weren’t stupid enough to think this was something you were meant to keep a secret- a father should never hurt his daughter. But your father scared you, everything about him radiated a fear through you that constantly paralyzed you and made you submit.

Whatever he said you followed, no matter what. So when he said never tell anyone, you never did. You’d isolated yourself because of this and you let yourself live in constant turmoil because you were so afraid of your father. And now you found yourself caught in-between lying as you always have or telling the Steve true. Because despite the fear you felt towards your father, there had always been a strong urge to tell someone.

You just wanted someone to trust- someone to help you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But of course your father’s eyes were burned in your memory and the power he held behind them would never disappear. You didn’t know what Steve would do if he found out, you didn’t know what would happen if he or anyone else did and that scared you. You bit back the tears that threatened to fall and the words that threatened to spill. Instead you internalized everything you’ve always felt and stared straight into Steve’s eyes, your gaze not wavering. “Seriously, Steve, I have no idea.”

Steve paused and you watched his face fall for a moment. It was almost as if he knew, and Steve just needed you to say the things for it to be confirmed. You’re sure he knew- considering that he held the same bruises that marked your same body and those marks didn’t come from clumsiness. But then suddenly his gaze met yours again and he shook his head; “you didn’t say it.”


“You didn’t say your father doesn’t abuse you.” Steve clarified and you felt your heart fall- he wouldn’t give up. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You felt shock run through you and the surprise paralyze any rational thinking. Steve had worked his self around a loophole and you had no idea how to help yourself, because everything he said had been true. You hadn’t answered the question, mainly because you couldn’t. You could lie and work yourself through any tough situation much like this, but you couldn’t utter the words that you weren’t abuse. You’ve never even been able to say it to yourself.

Because you were and you are sure you can’t lie to yourself. Can’t go as far as saying that the things your father did wasn’t abuse.

Your mouth opened and closed, desperate for a answer. You felt your eyes look every-which-way in utter desperation but you found no answer or solution and Steve knew that. “I’m sor- i’m sorry but I can’t-” You moved to turn away, out the door, but Steve caught you before you could. In a midst of panic you fought his grip, desperate to get away- you couldn’t do this. Steve had you so close to the edge, so close to uttering the words you were so afraid of saying and you didn’t know if you’d be able to hold back.

“Let me go!” You screamed out desperately, ignoring the fact that you were still in school. You were blessed at the fact that it was way past the end of the day and anyone who would’ve passed by and seen you in this compromising position would’ve left already. “Steve, please! I can’t- I won’t…”

“What are you so afraid of?” Steve asked aloud and stunning you for a moment, he managed to turn you back around. He wasn’t rough, Steve was nothing like Billy or your father, but he was exactly gentle either as he pressed you against the wall behind you and held you there. You smacked your head against the wall, your eyes crinkling in distress and you felt your heart beat quick. “Y/N, Y/N listen-”

“Please,” you cried, unable to comprehend what he was saying. Your heart was rapidly beating against your chest, and for a moment you forgot it was Steve holding you and rather your father. You couldn’t think straight- “don’t hurt me.” 

That seem to sting Steve and you felt his grip loosen until it eventually disappeared overall. Once his hands were no longer gripping your arms, you seemed to snap back into reality and you uncurled from yourself in odd silence. You glanced up at Steve, realizing what you had said in the moment of everything and upon the look on his face, you didn’t know what to think. He seemed just as shocked as you, it was almost as if Steve didn’t know what to think of what you said.

Slumping against the wall, your raised hands fell and you looked to your side with shame. “I’m sorry.”

“I would never…” Steve mumbled, glancing at you. “I would never hurt you- or anyone else.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried out.

“You don’t always have to be sorry.” Steve whispered and his hands reached out grasp your chin, pulling you out of your mind. Meeting his eyes, you found only gentleness. “You don’t need to say sorry for everything.”

You didn’t respond, not right away at least. Instead you stared before you, a distant look in your eyes and you found yourself stuck in your own thoughts. “Yes.” You finally whispered, shaking your head and narrowing your eyes as they watered. You glanced at Steve just as he gazed at you questioningly, and you felt your body un-tense at the look in his eyes. There was so much hurt, as if you’d hurt Steve by implying you were afraid of him. But there was also so much warmth, more warmth you’d ever seen in any man’s eyes. “My father hits me.” It was almost like Steve was compelling you to tell him, but at the same time he wasn’t and you, for the first time, didn’t feel afraid.

The fear of telling someone somehow seemed to disappear.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from Steve’s and upon your words, his face fell. “Y/N…” He whispered, and Steve took the moment to take a daring step towards you. You didn’t flinch away this time and instead let him reach you, you found yourself caught in the moment. You’d never felt this way about anyone. 

Steve reached you and your eyes never left each others. Instead, you felt your hand reaching out towards his jaw, where you touched the fresh bruise your father had inflicted upon you this morning. “And he gave me this.” You whispered, the tears suddenly dissipating and you felt almost serene. “And every other bruise that you have on you…” You met his eye, “he gave me those too.”

You let your hand fall but Steve caught it before it reached your side and gripping it, he brought it up to your faces. 

“Why?” You questioned softly, “why are they on you?”

Steve didn’t know why- not yet. But still, he answered; “when I saw you that day last week, I felt something i’ve never felt before about anyone else.” Steve mumbled, his other hand reaching out to let his thumb graze your cheek. “I was sure that Nancy was the one, but there was something about you that told me otherwise. I think I have these bruises for a reason.” Silence echoed and you felt Steve’s face grow nearer to your own. “A reason we can’t ignore.”

It was as if you could feel his lips even though they hadn’t touched your own yet. You felt your eyelids shutting softly in the moment, and Steve’s breath fan over your face. Just as you were about to meet his lips, a voice called out; “Mr. Harrington!” Both you and Steve jumped away from shock and Steve almost immediately left your side, falling beside you as both your eyes fell on Mr. Jones before you.

He looked none too pleased and remembering the compromising position you and Steve had been in- you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

And Ms. Y/L/N.” 

Steve coughed and rubbed the back of his neck; “M-Mr. Jones.”

You were too humiliated to say anything, and you watched Mr. Jones shake his head. “School’s over. Please do your personal business elsewhere.” You didn’t think your cheeks could grow any warmer, but sure enough they did and you watched him leave with a sigh, and walk down the hallway. There was a moment of silence before you heard Steve chuckle and your eyes fell on him. You paused, before your own lips turned into a smile, a genuine smile, and you felt yourself laugh softly.

Steve’s face brightened at the sight of you- looking happy. “A smile looks good on you.” He complimented gently.

You smiled brighter, flattered and you turned your head away flustered. But as you did, your eyes found the clock hanging on the school wall and you felt your heart plummet. It was ten minutes before five, and somewhere along the way you’d forgotten all about what would happen if you came home late. Your face paled and you turned to Steve with panic-stricken eyes.

“Y/N?” He questioned, immediately noticing your distress. “What’s wro-”

“I have to go.”


You shook your head, turning to the doors and rapidly pushing them open. Though you paused in surprise when you found your father’s car in the parking lot and him standing next to it. The door slammed shut behind you and Steve and upon the noise, your father glanced up and found you. Those eyes pierced you and you found yourself stuck. Your father threw down the cigarette in his mouth, squishing it much like that night on the porch and begun making his way over to you.

You glanced behind you, finding Steve and he almost looked angry. You knew what he was going to do, so panicked, you turned to him. “Don’t do anything,” you whispered in rush. Steve seemed shocked and almost looked as if he was going to argue you with you. “No- If you say anything…” You paused, feeling the fear climb up your own throat. “He’ll kill me.”

Just as Steve opened his mouth to say something your father grabbed ahold of your arm, and you spun to meet him. You could feel your heart pound against your chest and you didn’t meet his eye, looking away. “You’re late.” He growled out. “Come on.” Your father began dragging you and you struggled to keep up with him, nearly tripping over your own feet.


You turned to Steve, eyes wide as your father paused. Steve took daring steps towards you and you felt like you were going to throw up; “Steve. No.” Steve’s angry eyes left your fathers and met yours. You eyes watered at the concern that traced them and shaking your head, you whispered out; “just leave.”

You didn’t get to say anything else before your father started yanking you forward again. Your eyes stayed on Steve’s for as long as they could before your father shoved you into the passengers seat of his car. Falling into the seat ungracefully, you kept your head down, the tense air making you feel frozen. It was then that your father slammed the car door shut behind him and you heard the sound of the engine start, before you started pulling out.

You glanced at Steve one final time.

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So the ‘third’ hero fest is coming up and features 12 unique 5 star characters! The following being Ike, Celica, Ayra, Deirdre, Hector, Spring camilla, Bridal Caeda, Spring Xander, Fjorm (new character), Genny, Bridal Cordelia and Brave Lyn. 

So besides a new character and 4 old limited edition units, this banner has a 8% pull rate along with no normal 5 star pull rate meaning, there are only 12 summonable 5 stars meaning you have a very good chance of getting who you want, with each colour having 3 units.

So who to aim for first? Best to worst? Is it possible with F2P orbs?

Well to answer this first off I’m going to give you the summon rates for this banner (I did a lot  of maths for this so please spare my soul)

Summon rates

That document shows the rate to pull any singular hero on this banner. The only units not accounted for are Lute, Mia and Dorcas, as its impossible to say whether or not they will be demoted for sure, or even for this banner. No matter who does it’ll make very little difference.

Well I’ll quickly go over the important stuff here. On the spreadsheet, those in the big table shows the rate to pull any 1 hero from any one singular orb. The second, first small table shows the amount of star rated characters in a  bracket, the second shows the percentage rates (I assumed Hero fest rates for the 4/3 stars). The next table shows the rate of pulling and star ranked unit in a full summon, For example if you did a full summoning session, reds provide the most 4 stars, while green produce the least. Meanwhile the vice versa is true for 3 star units.So normally there’s a 5 star pull but since it’s skipped and just a focus, it means surprise its 8% to summon one of these focus units. 2% for each colour and 0.6~% for each unit.

However the last table shows solo picking, a method where you pick one colour orb and quit afterwards once you’ve pulled all that colour. The rates for 5 stars are as follows

Red = 9.677419355 %
Blue = 10.34482759 %
Green = 14.28571429 %
Colourless = 11.11111111%

This means if you just want 5 stars you should pull green orbs first, then colourless, followed by blue and finally Red. (Btw this applies to all 3 units in a colour, for a specific one just divide by 3)

So for those who just wanted the best colour to pull as a f2p player, the answer is green. However if you want to know if its worth the heroes or not continue reading…..


The red pool features Celica, Ike and Ayra as their 5 star pulls, and is arguably the best pool in terms of unit versatility, as all these units can play offence or defence. Celica is a incredibly deadly mage with the ability to hit incredible offensive power or tank mages depending on her A slot, however it also means she can’t do both at the same time. She also has a amazing tome in ragnarok. She’s a highly suggest pool for anyone wanting a red mage. Ike is essentially bulky Ryoma, Able to hit hard and defend well, however he lacks the speed he wishes he has and is stuck being mainly enemy phase. He’s a very good sword user though. Finally there is Ayra and she is the best sword unit in the game, she makes the red pools low chance worth it. 

Should you pull?

If you need a good sword user or mage the answer is yes, or even just for Ayra, if you miss her the other two are still s tier and above. at 3.2% on just red pulls its worth the summon for the one you want.


I’m sad to say Blue is the weakest colour on the pull. Even if Fjorm turns out to be amazing, you get a free 5 star of her in the game after beating chapter 1 of book 2. Meaning unless you want ivs there is little reason. However it does boast 2 limited units being Bridal Caeda and Spring Xander. Bridal Caeda is a fast blue mage but like her normal counterpart she lacks attack to be a truly terrifying unit, shes still amazing if you get her as a blue mage but not the best. Spring Xander however is mostly outclassed by every other lance user, while he does have some niches, they are normally done by someone else still a limited unit as well.

Should you pull?

Unless you want the limited units, blue is the least of you’re concerns if looking for the best 5 stars. However Fjorm might be amazing though even then compared to the other groups…


Okay so listen up Green has a HUGE PULL RATE nearly as high as that wyvern banner we had a few months ago (where all 4 units where green) Greens low pool means the 5 stars appear more often. Hector of course, is Hector and truly Amazing. Deirdre is a amazing magic wall, however if you have Julia, she’ll be able to fulfill the same role soon due to the upgrade system. Basically its if you like more bulk over attack between the two but both are solid regardless, while the final unit is Spring Camilla. A green mage flier, who if you missed out on summer Corrin and can’t be asked with Nowi, she is a great unit to have. Especially as gronnraven lets her tank bows.

Should you pull?

Yes, Green is almost always worth it, unless you have these heroes or don’t care for them Green is always gonna reward you when you hit the jackpot.


So this is my pick for the best pulls, and yes its not colourless hell for once, more colourless heaven. Basically you have the two best archers, if not the best two units in the game, in Brave Lyn and Bridal Cordelia. They are essentially the same unit bar Lyn has a horse, and less attack while Cordelia has more Attack but is infantry. The final option is Genny who is one of the best healers in the game, but also comes with wrathful staff meaning anyone who wants to make another healer good can get this skill. Basically its worth it no matter what. Providing a 7.4% chance to get a archer and also has the second highest 4* chance, it means you’ll only go wrong if you pull a 3 star.

Should you pull?


That wraps it up though, if you want my advice I’d pull Colourless > Green > Red > Blue, green and red can be swapped but green has the higher rate,. While pulling every orb is solid, I’d suggest picking a colour to at least get someone you want first and then pull the rest if you pull a 5 star in a batch.

Anyway I hoped this help, and please spread this around I spent a lot of time on this

anonymous asked:

Fluffy Steve h. Where the reader and him have a cute movie night please. Steve is my precious child

dafkdasl i have the unnerving feeling that he’d disagree with every movie you want to watch so here is some cute banter @ a video store adflksd

Originally posted by lightgamble

Title: Just Pick.
Pairing: (Implied) Steve Harrington x Reader.
Words: 1,108
Rating: T. (Fluffy, some language.)

“The Godfather?”

“How about…” A small gasp sounded into the air conditioned air of the local Video rental store, catching the attention of only you. It was fake excitement and you were acutely aware of it. “No.”


“I don’t do musicals, (Name). You know that.”

“There’s not even that much singing, plus, it has John Trav—” You stopped mid-sentence, noting the rather unamused expression of the brunette who was shadowing you around the video store. “Okay, fine.” You muttered under your breath, resting the ‘Grease’ VHS back onto the shelf with a small pout. Steve must have caught that facial expression for he let out a small huff, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket and tapping his foot, as if telling you that he was tired of playing around and just wanted to pick a movie for tonight. You ignored that slightly playful impatience and continued on your rather fun trek, “Willy Wonka?” You rested your hand on the shelf and pointed at the colorful VHS case.

Steve gave it a glance-over, raising his eyebrows and laughing rather mockingly. “No.”

Groaning lightly, you pressed your hand to your forehead, “Oompa, loompa, you’re a big dick.” You tilted your head, singing slightly in tune to the song from that movie that you recalled seeing in theaters when you were younger, “Just help me out here, Harrington. You’re really…”

“Sorry, not my fault all your movie selections are.. Oh, what do the kids say these days…” There was heavy sarcasm leaking in his voice before he gave off a rather teasing, cynical smile while looking around before catching glances with you, “oh, right. They would say they’re shit.”

“Oh, if they’re so shitty, why don’t you show me what you’d pick, Harrington. I’m dying,” You swooned, pressing the back of your hand against your forehead and leaning against him, “to know what the expert would pick.”

He rolled his eyes, shoving you off of him with one hand on your shoulder enough to move slightly down the aisle the two of your found yourselves seemingly stranded in, desperate to find a movie for the evening. You trailed after him, a bit of pep in your step now that it seems you stirred Steve to be semi-competitive. He was on a mission now. Simply to prove you wrong and to spite your silly behavior. After all, he had good taste in movies! Or at least, Steve thought he did and that’s all that mattered as his brown eyes scanned the shelf in front of him for a specific movie. He hoped to whatever god there was that they had it in stock and that someone else didn’t rent it otherwise he’d have to scour his mind for another, what he’d consider to be, timeless classic. Dragging a hand through his thick brown hair, he rested the other hand back in his jacket pocket and cocked his hip to the side. “Here.” He jotted forward, grasping a blue VHS case. The grin that spread onto his face was almost childlike and you found yourself rather fixated on it for a few seconds before being dragged to reality by the sound of his voice, “This is like… The best movie ever. Hands down, (Name).”

Your eyebrows rose in amusement as you scooted a bit closer to see the title. Nearly snorting out in laughter, you covered your mouth and reserved yourself enough to mumble a small, “Jaws? Are you shitting me?”

Steve looked at you, a tad perplexed by your outburst, but he was fast to defend the movie, “Hell yeah, Jaws! C’mon, it’s got all you need in a movie! A shark who is bloodthirsty, some chicks in bikinis and action!”

“Oh my god, Steve.” You finally let out a loud laugh, tossing your head back at his defense. “C’mon! It’s an animatronic shark! It’s so cheesy!” You wheezed, covering your face and holding up a hand, telling him to give you a second, “How does the theme music go again?” Inquiring, you lifted your hands to mimic claws and hummed to the tune of the ‘Jaws’ theme, “Dundun…Dundun… DundundundunDUNDUN.” You grasped at Steve’s side, garnering a rather funny response from him. He jolted, a strange noise falling from his lips. Almost a mix between a laugh and snort.

“Hey, hey!” He gasped, pushing you back with a slight chuckle, “that was a terrible rendition. Never. Never, ever for the sake of everyone with ears… Sing like that again.” You pouted playfully, lightly slapping his arm as he spoke up again, “It’s this movie or no movie night tonight, babe. You gotta make your choice. Deal with the shark, or say goodbye to King Steve.” He gestured at himself with a rather profound smirk as if he knew what your choice was going to be in the end.

“Bye. See you at school tomorrow.” You smiled at him, bidding him farewell with a small wave as you began walking towards the exit.

“Wait, (Name). Are you—are you  serious?” He stepped forward a bit, ready to chase after you but having to remind himself that it wasn’t not cool to chase after people like that. He needed to act nonchalant and cool. “Pffftttt. Fine, you’re missing out if you walk out of the store. It’s a god-given movie!” You had stopped at the door, one hand on the handle, ready to open and actually leave.

Turning on your spot, you glanced back at Steve and gave him the cutest, most convincing smile you could muster, “The only way I’m watching that movie is if you watch Grease with me.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, glancing down at the VHS in his hand before looking back at you. That was… Was that a compromise that he was willing to make? He did want to spend the night snuggled up with you on the couch in his living room yet… Singing… dancing… parading around like life was great was not his sort of movie. “I’d rather choke on a skittle.”

“I can arrange that. Bye, Harrington.”

“Wait— I-I was just…” He laughed hastily, “Kidding. You know, joking? Ahaha. I’ll totally watch that… Chick flick musical with you. But— we’re watching Jaws first.” He lifted the VHS and tapped it with his fingers. He waited a few moments, watching contemplation drive over your face before uttering a small ‘fine’ in response. “C’mon, it’s you. Me. A movie about a murderous shark. How sexier could it get?” He teased, wrapping an arm around you as you made your way back to his side.

“Oh, I can think of a few things sexier than that.”

A/N: Thank you all for reading! Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Stay tuned for some more Steve love :)