he will never have a girlfriend

anonymous asked:

Yeah a lot of blogs are saying he might have a private long term girlfriend. But I never heard of any speculation before the blind item the other day so.

He does. Remember when interviewers ask Louis who sent him his last text and he always said, “My girlfriend.” The girlfriend who’s funny, gregarious, charming, life of the party, lights up the room, friends with everyone, makes him giddy inside, makes him freeze in front of cameras, makes him lose his train of thought and speechless.

Remember that Louis’ lad friends’ girlfriends do not hang out with El even when they’re together. Not a gregarious, approachable person.

And don’t think about Harry’s stylist and his best friend addressing him by a female pronoun.

Bebe, “Who’s Eleanor?”

Steve, follows Harry on IG, likes only the rainbow post.

Harry has a girlfriend like that too. Who makes him flustered, makes him stammer with inhuman noises when asked about their relationship, has an invisible force pushing his dimple in whenever they’re filmed together, who makes him sneak looks, secret touches and sign language when he thinks the camera isn’t on, makes him write a song about how he and his sweet creature are both STILL YOUNG, whose rope brings him home.

So anyway.

anonymous asked:

OK SO Norman is always talking about how Daryl has NO game what so ever and that he never dated before the apocalypse. In your mind and opinion, is that true?

I genuinely believe that before the apocalypse Daryl didn’t have a single steady girlfriend. For him I think even dating would mean having to let someone in, and if you look at angry season one Daryl, I don’t think there was any of that going on. 

Even now I still feel like the guy has zero game and wouldn’t know if a woman was flirting with him unless it was spelled out. 

That’s why with him I think actions speak louder than words, Carol just needs to jump his bones already. He may not know what he’s doing but he can damn sure be guided. I have no doubt he’s a fast learner. 


Thanks for the ask lovely xox

I hate it when older generations (especially people my grandpa’s age) shame younger generations for treating themselves with a lip palette or a nice phone once in a blue moon.

“You told me you could barely afford rent last month. What are you doing buying that crap? You should be saving every penny.”

Well, most people I know set aside rent money before buying anything else. They may barely afford rent, but they are still never late on it. On top of that, the baby boomers should understand this struggle better than anyone.

Are you honestly telling me that when Grandpa Byron was a kid and the economy was so bad his mother had to stretch meals for 3-4 days he never got a candy bar. He never got new clothes. He never went to a concert. Of course he did. You hear the stories all day long. You hear about how they spent their last few dollars buying their girlfriend a necklace, or a fancy bouquet of flowers.

Younger generations may have little money, and life may be a struggle for them, but they know they have a choice. Either pay rent then hoard your money like Scrooge in endless fear that it might vanish. Or pay your rent then actually go out and enjoy life.

Shoutout to one of my best mates called Ben.

Let’s tell the story of Ben.

Ben was the guy who had a major crush on me when I was 11. Ben was also the only kid who saw me for me and not for the pale, skinny, sick kid that I was at 11. And he asked me out. Several times. Sadly I was so distracted by being ill that I never took him up on the offer, and I kinda thought he deserved better.

But he’s got a real nice girlfriend now. We’re 15 but I guess love has no age these days. But he’s also the guy who’s been by my side throughout the whole ordeal with the fake friend I’ve been dealing with. And we’re still best mates.

Raise a glass to Ben please with whatever drink you have.

anonymous asked:

heyy so idk if you do headcanons, but sadie x zia? what do you think?

yeah I do headcannons 

-Sadie would know off the bat she was into girls but she didn’t think that she and her brother would like the same girl.

-Zia would be clueless and just be like “yeah i like the Kanes, they are fun to hang out with, especially Sadie, Sadie is lot’s of fun,” 

- when Sadie told Carter about her crush on Zia (because of course she had to tell Carter) it was tense between them.

-Once Zia FINALLY realized she liked Sadie romantically she wasted no time asking her out.     

-Carter was mildly Jealous in the beginning but he isn’t an asshole so he gets over it and he is Genuinely happy for his little sister.  

-Sadie is new to dating and Zia is new to having a girlfriend, neither of them fully know what they are doing but they figure it out together.

-power couple tbh 

-I had never thought about this ship before and i hope this was okay.

Discord sat on their bed, still pretty upset looking. When Keira had finally caught up to him, she was starting to get very concerned. This was not like Discord to act like this.

Keira: Discord! Please tell me what’s wrong. This is so unlike you…

After a moment of silence, Discord finally sighed before speaking.

Discord: It’s nothing you would understand… no pony would…

Keira: But I want to try to understand! Won’t you please tell me?

Discord hopped off their bed nervously and looked away from Keira. Another silence loomed in the air as he tried to find the right words to say.

Discord: Promise me you won’t laugh or judge me if I tell you?

Keira sat down, ready to listen to what Discord had to say.

Keira: You know I would never do anything of the sort. As your girlfriend, I want to help you through whatever problems you may have, no matter how silly or stupid you may think they are. I promise I won’t laugh at you or think of you any differently.

Discord turned around and looked down at Keira a little while longer, still trying the find the right words to say.

Envy

Pairing; Jeon Jungkook  x Reader

Words; 4.2k

Genre; Smut with a plot 

Summary;  ❝Envy is the art of counting another’s blessing instead of your own❞

Aka; Jungkook is envious of your new relationship after he rejected your feelings

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PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 1]

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

if you like my stuff and want to support me, don’t forget to treat me to a KO-FI!

MASTERLIST.

[ACT 2.]

music.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

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mileven headcanons

bc I am trash

-mike always sneaks over to the hidden cabin late at night while hoppers passed out and the two just talk and cuddle the whole time

-when they can’t see eachother they talk on the walkie talkies all night

-they can NEVER be separated (not even at school- they demanded to have every class together)

-mike teaches eleven new words and stuff and always helps her study!!!!

-mike plans the cutest dates for the two of them

-karen LOVES eleven and is super happy her son found someone so lovely

-when mike first asks her to be his girlfriend she’s like ???? And he as to explain the difference between that and a friend

-all the boys at school are like what’s the pretty girl doing with frog face and eleven kicks their asses

-eleven loves kissing mike bc she doesn’t know that PDA in schools is a no no (and mike doesn’t bother telling her)

-the party always have sleepovers mikes house and mike and eleven sleep in the tent

-though hopper is super protective of eleven he still views mike as a son

-mike and eleven are THAT annoying couple and always make Lucas/Dustin/max groan

-eleven says I love you first because she saw it on a soap opera and after hopper explained it to her she was like “yeah I feel that way about mike” and told him right away

-he said it right back

-my poor bb mike still suffers from nightmares and eleven is always there to comfort him

-eleven is super good at D&D like mike can’t even begin to let her win she’s already too good

-eleven always uses her mind powers to prank mike or to pull him in for a hug/kiss or when they’re already hugging and she’s not ready for him to let go

-but she’d never use her powers in a way that made him uncomfy

-mike and eleven always have dance parties and you know it

-ya know the trope where when there’s danger the guy grabs the girl gaurding her with his arms and is like “stay here” or “be careful I got this” ya that but reversed bc mike doesn’t know how to fight or use a weapon

Feel free to add more!!!

The 14 Worst Things About Hugh Hefner, as Revealed in Holly Madison's New Book

Note: these aren’t the worst things he’s ever done, but they do convey a useful insight into his character

1. Though they publicly denied it, all girlfriends were expected to participate in Hef’s bizarre bedtime group sex ritual. “I didn’t immediately realize that all girlfriends were required to sleep with Hef,” Madison writes.

2. Hef would take photos of his girlfriends and him every night before they went out, then have them delivered to each girlfriend’s door the next morning. The photos “only amplified the massive pressure to always look perfect and cause the girlfriends to spend hours critiquing their appearances,” Madison writes. (She also describes Hef as a “hoarder” with “endless desire for momentos.”)

3. Hef offered Madison a quaalude out of a crumpled tissue on her first night out clubbing with him. When Madison told him she doesn’t do drugs, she says Hef replied, “Usually I don’t approve of drugs, but you know, in the ‘70s they used to call these pills 'thigh openers.’”

4. Among his bizarre set of mansion rules, Madison writes, were that the girlfriends change into identical flannel pajamas before the bedtime routine.

5. He would watch porn, smoke pot, and jerk off while his girlfriends and whoever else happened to be joining them that night pretended to get it on around him.Madison says they would take turns pleasuring Hef, but he always finished by himself. Madison reveals that she made her first foray into Hef’s bedroom after a night out with “roughly a third of a bottle of vodka sloshing around in my stomach.” “There was zero intimacy involved,” she writes. “No kissing, nothing. It was so brief that I can’t even recall what it felt like beyond having a heavy body on top of mine.”

6. He made his sons Marston, 9 years old when Madison moved in, and Cooper, 10, share a bedroom with a girlfriend. This was Bedroom 3, which came with three beds and a private bath. “Though they never stayed over when I was there, there were still toys scattered across the bedroom floor,” Madison writes, “which made for an incredibly odd and, frankly, creepy juxtaposition.”

7. He would constantly create drama and infighting among his girlfriends by randomly changing his long-held positions or household policies to favor one over the rest of them. Shortly after Madison moved in, she recalls, one girlfriend moved out of Bedroom 5, a small room that was coveted because it was a single, affording whoever occupied it much-needed privacy that was otherwise hard to come by in the mansion. It was assumed that April, who became a girlfriend only several months before Madison, would move into Bedroom 5, but instead she asked Hef if she could have Bedroom 3 entirely to herself. This was seen as unfair by the rest of the girlfriends based on how bedroom hierarchy had previously worked. But Hef approved her request, forcing Madison to move out of the room. Hef was also known to hate red lipstick, Madison says in her book. When Madison came home from the salon after a makeover that included shorter hair and red lipstick, Hef reportedly told her, “I hate the whole look. I hate the makeup and I hate the red lipstick.” He added, “You look old, hard, and cheap.” When Kendra Wilkinson moved in later and appeared before Hef wearing red lipstick, Madison braced herself for his wrath, only for him to tell Wilkinson, “Why, that red lipstick looks absolutely wonderful on you, Kendra!”

8. Hef demanded his girlfriends be in by the 9 o'clock curfew each night. When Madison witnessed two of the girlfriends come in past 9 one night, Madison writes, Hef “kicked his feet, mustered up some questionable crocodile tears (was he really crying?I thought), and told them if they wanted to 'stay out late’ they could move out.”

9. There was no confusion as to what sort of fashion and beauty aesthetic Hef expected his girlfriends to adopt. “He made it abundantly clear that he preferred us in very over-the-top, sort of trashy outfits (think BeDazzled rhinestone bustiers and skirts so short there was barely a point in wearing them),” Madison writes. Compliments bestowed upon one girlfriend’s appearance were noted and that very look would be adopted by the rest of the girlfriends on the next night out. For attiring themselves, Hef provided each girlfriend with $1,000 weekly “clothing allowance” and unlimited beauty services courtesy of his account at the José Eber salon in Beverly Hills. Plastic surgery also came courtesy of Hef, Madison says, the most commonly requested procedures including boob jobs, nose jobs, and liposuction. (Madison writes about working up the courage to ask Hef for a nose job.)

10. The culture of isolation Hef created at the mansion even extended to his infamous parties where, Madison writes, “the protocol was that we stay at Hef’s table all night.” Dancing was permitted so long as it was right in front of Hef’s table. Girlfriends were allowed to leave only to go to the bathroom. When Hef left the party, usually at 1 a.m., the girlfriends “had to go upstairs with him.” But some of the girlfriends snuck back down to the parties to meet men and celebrities. Only, they’d have to avoid the mansion’s in-house video crew, who would place a highlight reel from the party at Hef’s door the next morning.

11. Hef would mansplain movies. “During movie nights” — which were scheduled to occur three nights out of the week at the mansion — “he would lean over to me to explain the plotlines and time periods in the most condescending of ways,” Madison writes. Describing all her dialogue with Hef as “superficial,” she said he refused to discuss books, politics, or current events with her.

12. Madison, Bridget Marquardt, and Wilkinson didn’t get paid for the first order of Girls Next Door, Madison claims in her book. She adds that Hef argued that the money the three got for posing for Playboy, which was filmed for the series, constituted their payment for the show as well. Whereas Madison reports amateur models got $25,000 for a pictorial, reality stars $40,000 to $50,000, and former girlfriends of Hef’s, the Bentley twins, got $100,000, the three Girls Next Door ladies only got $25,000 for their shoot.

13. He once told Wilkinson she looked like she was “putting on some weight,” and warned her to watch her diet.

14. He keeps a picture of every girl who’s ever been to the mansion. A mansion staffer would take photographs of women visiting for the first time, Madison says. The photos (mostly Polaroids) were saved for Hef to review the next day. “He would label them A, B, or C (based primarily on their looks but also on how scantily clad they were) before having them catalogued in his social secretary’s office,” Madison explains. Madison would eventually discover she received an “A.”

Do you ever shut up?

Desc: Richie Tozier is notorious for having the worlds biggest crush on Y/N, Bill’s older sister. The only problem was the fact that Y/N was in an exclusive relationship with Henry Bowers. Push comes to shove rapidly and soon Y/N is kidnapped by the one and only Pennywise, will they get to her in time?

Pairing: Reader/Richie Tozier

Warning: Harsh language, mentions of sex.


Do you ever shut up?

It was no secret that Richie liked Y/N, everyone knew and no one really cared. In all honestly they simply expected it to be puppy love, something he would outgrow once he saw another hot girl wandering around innocently. But, what they didn’t know was that it wasn’t just puppy love to him. It was more like infatuation, a craving, actual love. Unfortunately, Y/N was off limits, as Bill had said numerous times. That, and she didn’t really think Richie’s jokes were very funny either. She actually found them to be rather rude, ignorant even, but she let it slide. He wasn’t hurting anyone, she didn’t think.

She knew well that Henry Bowers, her exclusive boyfriend, wasn’t the best person in the world. He wasn’t a saint, but who was? Y/N knew that everyone deserved a chance to change, a chance to be happy. But, Henry never seemed to change his ways, he was still the school bully who had children cowering when he walked by, and Y/N was known throughout the school as ‘Henry Bowers Girlfriend.’ She was certain they never called her by name.

It was either that, or ‘Stuttering Bill’s sister’ or even perhaps, 'Georgie Denbrough’s sister, the kid who died.’ Really this had grown to make Y/N very uncomfortable. She was her own person, not just Bill and Georgie’s sister, not just Henry Bowers girlfriend.

*

At this current moment in time, Y/N was saying her goodbyes to the losers’, having to go home and help her mother with dinner and cleaning for a bit (she was certain it was Bill’s turn, but he argued against it.)

“I’ll buh-be home in a fuh-few hours.” Bill said, as Y/N waved them off and left to go home, fixing her hair as she walked.

”She really looks good from the back, and the front.“ Richie stated, adjusting his large glasses on his nose. This remark didn’t go unnoticed, a series of groans and eyerolls took over for the moment before Beverly stepped in to break the silence.

“Beep beep, Richie.” She said rather sternly, leaning back in her seat, she was rather annoyed at the inappropriate comment but definitely not as annoyed as Bill.

“T-that’s my sister, idiot. Duh-don’t talk about her l-like that.“ Bill stated blandly, clearly uncomfortable with the comment himself, and certain that Y/N would ultimately destroy Richie for a comment like that.

”It’s not my fault she’s hot…“ He paused for a moment, as if thinking it over before starting to speak again. ”And kind, and funny, and sweet, and—“ he was cut off by Stan talking over him.

”Dude, do you actually like her?“ Stan spoke, his voice slightly deeper than the other losers’, which they just expected it was because he was a little older than them.

Richie hadn’t noticed the opened-mouthed gazes that were trained to his face and the wide eyes searching for a hint of a lie. But Richie wasn’t lying. He really did think all those things about Y/N, but he knew the Henry would literally kill him for saying any of it.

“Do you ah-actually like my s-sister, Trashmouth?” Bill asked in utter astonishment, causing Richie to sink into his seat in embarrassment and shrug a little.

*

It had been three or four days since the losers’ realised that Richie wasn’t just chasing Y/N for her looks and since then it had been tense in the group everytime the two were together. Y/N didn’t really understand why everyone was so quiet whilst they were out, walking along the river bank in the mid afternoon sun. Beverly and Y/N had been talking, but it was low, almost like a whisper as they spoke as if the others would be mortified at their conversation.

It didn’t take long before they had ran into Henry and his group, minus Patrick who had been missing for several days. This utterly let to a panic within the losers’ but they seemed to remain calm, all of which were rather frightened besides Y/N.

“Hey Losers’, if you’re trying to get into her pants–” he stopped speaking to point a finger in Beverly’s direction, Y/N falling unnoticed, “All you have to do is ask nicely like I did.” He spoke with a wicked grin on his face, like something straight out of a thriller movie.

It was clear that the remark hit Beverly hard, but it hit Y/N equally as hard when she realised what he had said. In a fit of rage, Y/N picked up the biggest rock she could find and flung it as hard as she could. Her throw coming out rather well, hitting Henry on the forehead with enough force to draw blood.

“What the fuck!?” Henrys voice sounded from across the new-found battlefield as he chucked another rock back at her but failed to hit her or do any serious damage to anyone else.

”Rock War!“ sounded out from the losers’ side of the river as sudden airborne rocks were flying back and forth.

Even in this instance, Y/N felt like she was having the time of her life. She didn’t really care that after this her and Henry would be over for good, in fact she was incredibly happy about that. A smile spread over her face, even when a rock hit her painfully in the side. She had no idea how her and Bill would explain the deep purple bruises to their parents later, but she didn’t care anymore. This felt like a new beginning to her, she felt more welcome with the losers’ than she ever had with Henrys obnoxious clique.

She felt alive!

Once the final rocks were thrown, Henrys gang started to back up a bit, having suffered the most.

“Yeah! That’s right! Fuck off and go back to blowing your dad!“ Richie shouted from their spot a few meters away. There was a silence for a moment.

“And stay away from my girl!” He finished with, and Y/N didn’t care a single bit.

*

The bruises took several days to heal, turning from purple to a bluish shade, to a deep red and vanishing entirely. Y/N and Bill had been interrogated by their parents once they got home, but they simply smiled at each other and answered with blatant lies. Once their parents had bought it, the siblings it would be best to stay inside till the bruises healed once and for all.

Y/N sat by the window, the rain pattering against the glass in an almost rhythmic pattern. Her fingers followed the small drops as they raced down the glass, and she rested her head against the cool window. Looking out into the street she was almost certain she had seen a flash of yellow and red running by, and when she looked again she found herself staring at a small newspaper boat, with ’S.S Georgie’ scrawled messily along the side. Tied to it floated a red balloon which carried it with ease down the street as a little boy ran after it in a yellow slicker and red galoshes.

Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes, a sense of delight washing over her as she pulled on her fushia coloured rain coat and ran outside, slamming the door behind herself and chased the small boy down the street, calling out 'Georgie? Georgie!’ every time she got the chance. Deep down, a small part of her understood that Georgie wasn’t actually coming home, that he was almost definitely killed. But, she couldn’t help with hope and pray to God that this was Georgie by some convenience.

She ran after the child with every inch of energy in her body but he always seemed just out of reach, that was until she rounded the corner and came face to face with something she dreaded the most. A clown. A clown with a twisted grin on his makeup clad face. She suppressed a scream, her hand to her mouth and her teeth digging into the side of her pale skin. She noticed the one-armed boy standing behind the clown with his boat in his hands and recognised him as her brother. And then everything went black.

*

She awoke soon after, still face to face with the God-awful clown that she hated ever so much, yet this time there was no Georgie and this didn’t seem like the upper ground of Derry anymore. In fact, it seemed more like the sewers, and her suspicion didn’t go astray. She was shaking, her hands and knees trembling and her bottom lip quivering as if holding back tears, but she slapped on a confident expression.

“Why are you doing this?” She cried out at last, only to be met with a bizarre smile and a finger pressed to the clowns lips. She stopped speaking just long enough to hear the thudding of someone walking along the sewer pipes, then it came to sound like a group of people.

Y/N wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and tell them to go back and leave her here. To save themselves from their independent doom, but she couldn’t. She simply found herself in an utter trance, staring into the clowns eyes, that was until the losers’ burst into the sewer baring what seemed to be weapons of some sort or another.

“Fucking clowns..” Richie spoke through gritted teeth before they each took their fair share of clown beating till the monster clawed its way away from them, leaving Y/N dazed and confused before spotting the rather bloody, bruised, and ridiculous looking group of teenagers.

Y/N had never been so pleased, she ran forward and incased Bill in the worlds tightest hug, muttering apologies and thank you’s for what seemed like forever.

“Hey! I was the one who figured out where you were and what had happened.” Richie fummed unhappily, rather jealous that he didn’t receive the same attention as her brother did.

“Well then thank you too, Trashmouth.” Y/N laughed as she pulled him into an equally tight hug, an endless smile on her face.

“Really it was nothing, could have…would have done it anyday for you Y/N, It wasn’t that big a deal I mean anyone could have done it–” Richie proceeded to boast, gaining a playful eyeroll from Y/N.

“Beep beep Richie.” She stated simply, gaining a strange look from Richie before she pressed her lips to his, and for a moment Richie could have sworn his heart completely stopped.

Once she had pulled away, both were red faced and flustered, though Richie was so close to passing out it was almost unreal. He simply couldn’t say another word besides 'Awesome!’, and honestly Y/N was sure everyone else in the room groaned in annoyance at the sudden display of affection.

Y/N couldn’t have been happier.


{For the lovely Anon who sent me four different asks with so much detail, I absolutely loved writing this!

I hope this is good enough for you! Please keep in mind I haven’t proof read it so there may be some grammar or spelling mistakes throughout, I’m so very sorry. Also, I’m not sure how long it is, so I apologise if it’s too short!}

Dating Tom Hiddleston and being younger than him would include...

Originally posted by maryxglz

A/N: This has been so requested, and I was SO excited to write it!!!! Hope you all like it xx

  • Things going to fast at first, probably
  • Because he’s go hard or go home
  • Trying to slow down when the first comment about the age gap between you two comes out
  • Having a honest conversation with him about your relationship
  • Him telling you that people will always talk shit, but that as long as you feel the same that he does, everything will be fine
  • Tom literally kissing you so you won’t have any other argument to try to break up with him
  • “Shh… we’re good, we can make this work”
  • Him being SO protective over you
  • Not talking about you on interviews or anything like that
  • Whenever someone asks about his girlfriend, he says “we’re fine, thanks” and changes the subject
  • Introducing you to his mom once things get serious between you two
  • Teaching you a lot about Shakespeare
  • Not always taking you with him when he leaves the country
  • Facetiming him a lot
  • Teaching him how to use Facetime
  • Him waiting until you’re ready to meet your family, as he knows they may not approve the relationship
  • Taking things slowly now and never talking about marriage
  • Especially because it’s not certain that both of you wants to get married, at least not now
  • Tom definitely having a thing for when you call him “Sir” during sex
  • Him calling you baby girl
  • Or honey, whenever you’re in public
  • Watching plays with him
  • Whenever life gets too hard, he helps you by hugging you and listening to you
  • And then teases you by saying “oh, you’re growing up so fast”
  • Just to make you smile, actually
  • Tom totally respecting you and your autonomy
  • Just as he would do anyway, regardless of your age
Greed

Pairing; Park Jimin  x Reader

Words; 3.1k

Genre; Smut | Light angst

Summary;  ❝Love is blind, greed is insatiable❞

Aka; You’re Jimin’s side hoe and he’s too fucking greedy to choose between what he loves and his greed for money.

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Here is the Metallica “Nothing Else Matters” intro section to 13x01 Lost and Found (and the season’s opener) thanks to Wayward Winchester on YouTube.

These season openers often narrate the thematic arc and its threads to come, and this one does so beautifully.

Firstly, there is an extended sense of family here. So when Metallica croons “Nothing else matters,” that is, thanks to the image juxtapositions, clearly a reference to family, but that family includes Bobby, Jodie, Eileen, Cas, Jack (ambivalently of course)  and even (for Dean) Crowley, as well as Mary, Sam and Dean. 

Family don’t end in blood = a key season theme. And one that also nicely sets up Wayward Sisters, as we get both Jodie and Claire shots.

We see first of all what has been lost and found (the episode is, after all, called “Lost and Found”).

Firstly, Dean finding Mary thanks to Amara’s resurrection, at the start of the previous season:

Then Castiel, also from 12x01 Keep Calm and Carry On, crashing to earth through the mystery spot sign after an angelic banishing.

These are the key figures who have been previously found (both resurrected after death, Castiel several times, Mary once) and are now presumed dead again, but will, of course, eventually be found by Sam and Dean once more as S13 progresses. 

Losing and finding Cas and Mary = emotionally central to the season.

“So close, no matter how far” croons Metallica, as Dean and Mary embrace.

 Yes, we know about Dean’s special connection to his mother and all the changes that connection has been through following her return from the dead, as Dean has had to confront her as a living person, not an idealised memory, but how he loves her still no matter what, and now longs for her once again.

This theme about growing emotionally through revisiting family trauma as an adult, a key theme last season, will continue to be key this season.  

“Forever trusting who we are,” sings Metallica as we get first a Sam/ Eileen hug and then a Dean/ Cas hug immediately following. 

Subtext alert - this direct parallel positions the two relationships as equivalent and therefore equally coded as romantic. Although, hello heteronormativity, this relies on the previous textual signalling of a Sam/ Eileen romantic interest, which took all of 5 seconds for the general audience to get and it’s 9 seasons and counting for Dean/ Cas subtext. However, the parallel is edited in here deliberately. Carefully juxtaposed with the words, “Trusting who we are,” which have a special meaning for LGBTQ+ people, because… that’s always a journey.

This Metallica song is, by the way, a love song, written by James Hetfield whilst on the phone to his girlfriend (see the Wiki page). 

Dean/ Cas continues as a subtextual thread this season (no surprises there, and no promises it will do anything except remain subtextual, but hey, I’d rather have you, cursed or not).  

“And nothing else matters,” Metallica continue as we get Winchester family photos, Sam, Dean and Mary hugging at the bunker, and both Sam and Dean helping Cas to his feet after he almost died following the stabbing with the Michael lance. 

Family is what matters and Castiel is included in the Winchester family. 

Metallica continues, “I’ve never opened myself this way,” as we look straight into Dean’s face.

Uh huh. This both references Dean’s “profound bond” with Cas, and his bond with his mother. The textual covers the sub-textual, as the next shot we get is of Mary. 

Sam’s grief at losing Eileen, is once again paralleled with Dean’s grief at losing Cas, as the song continues, crooning, “Never cared for what they say,” as we see Dean yelling “Nooooooo” at losing Cas to Jack’s power and then Eileen dead with Sam leaning over her sorrowfully.

We also see Cas’ death at the hands of Lucifer and Dean yelling “Nooooooo” again…

Key takeaway - the subtext is strong with this season… (although isn’t it sad that the trope of grief for a dead “buddy” as a permissible way to show masculine love persists, whilst a simple, living, reciprocated declaration remains so hard). 

The final shot of Jack, immediately follows Dean kneeling by Cas’ body, making it clear that, as far as Dean is concerned he lost  the love of his life his best friend and all he got was a shitty Nephilim in exchange: 

This places Dean, of course, in John Winchester’s shoes, who lost the love of his life, Mary (however much their relationship was full of fault lines) and had to become a sole parent to two traumatized boys. Dean is filled with resentment towards Jack, just as John clearly was about his situation, which, as we know, led to some bad parenting. 

So, the Sam and Dean parenting dichotomy - another key theme of S13  - is clearly set up here too and carries on as the episode progresses, with Dean wanting to kill Jack and Sam wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. Because being parents themselves is bound to bring up A LOT OF OLD STUFF, such as Dean having had to be Sam’s parent and Sam feeling “tainted” with demon blood, hence his empathy for Jack as Lucifer’s son.

Overall, this is going to be an emotion focused season… 

Oh balls, here we go…..! 

btw I like how Stiles is like “I’m leaving beacon hills along with my girlfriend my best friend my father and I will probably and hopefully never come back, even if my gf gets shot or my friends are all in serious danger” then the second he hears about Derek he’s like “VIVA LA BEACON HILLS”

you had me at ‘i’

premise: (name) and steve try to figure out their feelings in strange ways, that inlcude dating people they don’t like. feat cheerleading!

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, (slight!)billy hargrove x reader 

a/n: i like cheerleaders ok??? kinda was feeling rly bad abt my writing since i felt that it was not that good so i tried rly hard on this one hope it shows xoxo i will continue to try and work even harder. sorry for being slow on requests
also, requested:  can I request an imagine where Steve doesn’t get along with you but in the inside he likes you, (anon) /  heeeey i love your writing so much!!!! can i request one with steve harrington where you’re a cheerleader and steve starts dating one of your teammates and get jealous? thank youu ily (anon)

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MASTERLIST.

Spring sun shines brightly overhead; soft wind gushes past delicate thighs and pinches at the hems of bright red skirts. The playing field is mostly empty of spectators, just a few younger girls, with awe in their eyes, and a couple of football and basketball players watching the cheerleading squad finish their perfect routine without a hitch. Voices of the girls in pigtails die down into harsh breaths as they wipe away drops of sweat from the arches of their brows and the flats of their foreheads. Some high-five as congratulations, some wave flirtatiously at the boys and they wave back.

“Good job, girls! See you tomorrow, same time, same place.”

With a sharp inhale you fix your white shoelaces and wordlessly accept an offer of water from one of your teammates, Suzy. As you stand up a whiff of your perfume mixed with a tint of sweat greets your nose and you can hardly wait to hit the showers. Your eyes wander around. You see the boys, ones that were so intently watching you and your girls, now approach. Among them is Billy Hargrove – of course he’d be checking you out – and surprise surprise…Steve Harrington.

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Submit To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,061

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS

Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long. 

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Life Partner - Harry Styles

Breakdown: Harry ditches the “womanizer” label when he falls for an ordinary girl, and reflects on their relationship as he drives home from a concert, but is bombarded by paparazzi. 

Harry was once a hopeless romantic and firm believer in true love. Unfortunately, his rise to stardom stripped him from these beliefs and he lost all hope in ever finding someone to spend the remainder of his life with. Throughout the past few years, Harry has constantly been labeled as a “womanizer” by the media. Harry definitely agreed that his romantic partners changed frequently, but this was not due to being a womanizer. He finally realized that being a celebrity and having a serious relationship was an extremely challenging task, and to do so would require the right girl for him. Therefore, Harry acknowledged that while being an international artist, he would have to be content with short-term flings with women whom he knew would never be his life partner.

But that now seems like an entire lifetime ago for Harry. As Harry stares down at the beautiful woman sleeping beside him, he can’t stop himself from entering into a deep reflection. They have only been together for fourteen months, but Harry couldn’t bear the thought of not having her in his life.

Their paths crossed one brisk fall morning as Harry strolled the streets of Greater London. While trying to shield his identity, Harry toppled directly onto her, which caused her to plunge onto the rough ground. As a crowd took notice of the pop sensation, Harry bolted to take cover from the growing crowd. However, he did not flee without dragging her along with him so he could deliver a proper apology and ensure that she was not injured. But as the two waited for the crowd to disappear, they fell into a deep conversation which left Harry completely amazed in a way that he had never been before. As he stared into her twinkling eyes, he knew that she was not a girl that he could just walk away from.

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