i left the party

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I wanted to do one of these cool things so I goddamn did it

there are lots of Green Man carvings/stories around Cheshire and they used to scare the shit out of me as a kid so enjoy that

Lift my dress up at a party because you got dared to? I'll get you kicked off the lacrosse team.

Last year, I attended a tailgate party that so happened to be hosted by the men’s and women’s lacrosse team. I was wearing a tighter black dress with cute sneakers and a baseball cap to dress it down. Not that what I was wearing even mattered. Not even 10 minutes into this party, and my friend and I are on the lawn of this party talking to people when I feel hands around my waist and my dress completed lifted up to my waist. Mortified, I turned around and about a dozen of the lacrosse boys are sitting on a couch they brought outside cracking up.

I immediately go up to the boy who did this and gave him my 2 cents. Being a couple beers in, I had way more confidence than I would, so a few curse words were thrown in and then I began crying because I was humiliated. The boys, and even a couple girls who were chilling on this damn couch, said “You need to chill the fuck out, it was only a dare.” Crying, one of the girls stood up and said “She needs to leave. She’s causing too much drama.” I was livid. I walked away, still crying, when another girl came up to me to apologize for everything that just happened. She brought over the guy who lifted my skirt up and made him apologize. He said he was sorry, and as soon as he turned away and started heading back to his crew, they were all laughing again. I don’t know why but I was still talking to this girl for a couple minutes because she was really apologetic for what I had just gone through. That’s when the guy came back over along with another guy, where they told me it was a dare and to not take it seriously.

I couldn’t let this go. I left the party and didn’t even go to the game because I was so upset and humiliated. I talked to my dad and he told me to file a police report on them, where they can report it to the athletic director. Long process but the kid got kicked off his lacrosse team, along with the boy who dared him to do it. They also both lost their scholarships. And the guy who lifted my skirt up had to go to court and everything. It completely shocked me and took me by surprise how seriously they took this.

AKA, dare or not, do not sexually harass women. I think we all know from this year that there are heavy consequences to this and I’m glad more people are taking a stand on this.


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richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

  • ❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞
  • ❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞
  • ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞
  • ❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞
  • ❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞
  • ❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞
  • ❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞
  • ❝  history repeats itself.  ❞
  • ❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞
  • ❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞
  • ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞
  • ❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞
  • ❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞
  • ❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞
  • ❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞
  • ❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞
  • ❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞
  • ❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞
  • ❝  i take it back.  ❞
  • ❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞
  • ❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞
  • ❝  what more do you want?  ❞
  • ❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞
  • ❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞
  • ❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞
  • ❝  you had not expected this.  ❞
  • ❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞
  • ❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞
  • ❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞
  • ❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞
  • ❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞
  • ❝  do you love yourself?  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞
  • ❝  you wanted more.  ❞
  • ❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞
  • ❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞
  • ❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞
  • ❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞
  • ❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞
  • ❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞
  • ❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞
  • ❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞
  • ❝  please keep him safe.  ❞
  • ❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞
  • ❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞
  • ❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞
  • ❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞
  • ❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞
  • ❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞
  • ❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞
  • ❝  we are not dirty.  ❞
  • ❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞
  • ❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞
  • ❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞
  • ❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞
  • Lillie: Professor Kukui, Burnet...I'm gay.
  • Kukui: Yeah, we knew.
  • Lillie: What?! What do you mean?
  • Burnet: Sweetie, straight girls don't talk about how much they appreciate the other in a cave, walking out together while a rainbow appears in the sky.
  • Lillie: But-
  • Kukui: And you don't give a best friend your most prized possession before you leave.
  • Lillie: I-
  • Burnet: You guys left the party to head off to the ruins! Together!
  • Lillie: ...you're right, that is kind of obvious.
Are those whiskers?

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warnings: Drinking, mild smut, all the feels 


Remus was cold, again. Even under his bed covers and surrounded by books. It was as if the transition had sapped the warmth from his body, even days later. He drew the covers closer and tried to ignore the empty feeling in his bones. His eyes were beginning to droop closed, and he might even have fallen asleep if it weren’t for that thumping noise drawing closer and closer.

“YOU!” The dormitory door screeched in protest as it banged open. 

Books and papers slid across his duvet as the curtains of his four poster bed were whipped open.

“Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you all night!” The deep voice bordered on theatrical. Remus didn’t have to look to know who it was. 

Instead he dived to save the large tome that was about to fall on Sirius’s foot. 

“I think you have the answer to that one Pads, I’ve been here.”

“And what have you been doing here?!” Accused Sirius, unperturbed.

Remus looked about the room, affronted. 

“I thought I’d work on the map…Sirius, have you been drinking?” Questioned Remus, frowning slightly. 

“Of course I’ve been drinking Moons.” Sirius’s voice had become a little throaty, Remus thought. It sounded kind of good.

Sirius swung around the four poster bed, and Remus just about managed to sweep the rest of his books aside before he collapsed on top of the bed, sighing deeply.

Remus was suddenly aware that he was wearing little more than a pair of boxers under the sheets.

“The question is, why weren’t you drinking Moony? You're​ missing the party of the year. I only left because I couldn’t find you.”

Remus concentrated on piling the books onto his bedside table.

“Pads, what party are you talking about?” He said to his nightstand.

Sirius rolled onto his stomach, pushing Remus across the bed and propping up his head on his hands. Remus did his best to ignore the way he could feel Sirius’s warmth at his side, even through the sheets.

“Sirius, what party?” Remus pushed, if only to distract himself.

“What party?!” Sirius’s exclamation turned into a frown, as he fell deep in thought.

“Actually…it was sort of impromptu…” He admitted. “I’m not entirely sure how I got there if I’m honest.” Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together.

An exasperated smile was creeping across Remus’s face. “And…why do you have…I mean, are those cat whiskers?”

Sirius gasped and nodded somberly, drawing himself even closer, so that Remus could see the smudged face paint quite clearly.

“I saw those two Hufflepuffs we tricked into doing our potions essay last week….I needed a disguise.” Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Remus to be impressed.

Remus couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips. “Yeah, well… they don’t suit you. You’re a dog, remember?” 

Sirius slapped a hand across his face, as if he’d somehow managed to forget this fact about himself. 

“By all means” He smirked, “take them off.” 

Remus smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Maybe I will.” 

He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a towel and wetting it with his wand. “Stay still.” 

Sirius smirked, pushing back his hair and closing his eyes ceremoniously. 

For a moment the thought flickered across Remus’s mind that it would take just a few centimetres for him to close the gap between their lips. 

Instead he sighed and pressed the towel to Sirius’s face. His free hand drifted to Sirius’s jaw, holding him in place. It was hard not to spread his fingers out, not to slide his hand back and lose it in Sirius’s hair. To pull him forward and…

Remus shook his head and moved to the other cheek, working quickly now. 

When he moved his hand away Sirius followed. Did he imagine that, or did Sirius just lean his face into his cupped palm? Remus stayed frozen, mesmerized by the trust of Sirius’s closed eyes.  

He dropped the towel, and took the liberty of running his fingers across Sirius’s newly clean cheeks. When his eyes flickered open Remus dropped his hands guiltily. 

“All done.”

Sirius smiled. “Back to my beautiful self.” 

Remus’s snort was quickly replaced by a gasp as Sirius rolled over and wriggled under the covers.

Suddenly Sirius’s body was against his bare skin. Sirius was in his bed. Remus tried to control his erratic heartbeat, but he was only wearing boxers and Sirius was in. his. bed. Tingles burned across his skin as an oblivious boy flicked off his shoes and socks. 

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?!” He asked, throwing his head onto the pillow dangerously close to Remus’s face and staring at the ceiling.

“I…I thought our beds were the same.” Muttered Remus weakly.

He was suddenly intensely aware of how the back of his hand was brushing up against Sirius’s.

“Nope, yours is definitely better than mine.” Sirius said decidedly, letting out a contented sigh.

After a few minutes pause, in which Remus tried desperately to control his heartbeat, he broke the silence.

“So…you’re just going to sleep here are you?” He tried to keep his tone light as he stared determinedly at the ceiling.

“If you want me to move…” Sirius yawned, clearly crashing after his busy night, “…you’ll have to make me.” He turned his face towards Remus and closed his eyes, putting out the light with a lazy flick of his wrist.

Remus didn’t want Sirius to go anywhere, so he kept his mouth shut. If he stopped staring at the ceiling and turned his face sideways he would be practically nose to nose with Sirius, and he couldn’t decide if that was a brilliant idea, or a terrible one. Remus closed his own eyes and sighed. There was a comfortable fuzz of warmth and tiredness creeping over them.

The back of Sirius’s hand was still touching his, and one of his legs was now hooked over Remus’s. There was a steady wave of tingles rolling back and forth across Remus’s body, and he thanked Merlin Sirius hadn’t taken any clothes off, because he was pretty sure his body would have exploded.

“You’re drunk.” He murmured, as much for himself as Sirius.

“Not as drunk as you think I am.” Came the low reply.

Remus’s heart leapt, but his mouth couldn’t quite form any words.

Sirius lapsed into a sleepy silence, until, quite naturally, Remus turned his face to the side. Even though his eyes were firmly shut, he could feel Sirius’s hot breath on his lips. Sirius must have felt him too, but he didn’t move an inch. Was he asleep? Was he just drunk?

It was then Remus realized that their fingers had become intertwined. It was subtle, almost accidental, but it couldn’t be a mistake. Could it?

With his heart in his mouth, Remus made the tiniest of movements, dragging his pinky finger in the smallest of circles across Sirius’s skin.

Sirius’s wordless reply came quickly, as he mirrored his movements with his thumb, which had found its way to the top of Remus’s thigh. Nerves and pure excitement coiled in Remus’s chest. Was this really happening? He couldn’t be mistaking these signs.

Still, no words passed between the boys, and Remus stayed frozen to the pillow. But the tension in his chest kept building as the circles Sirius was teasing on his upper thigh grew bigger and bolder. With each circle he knew he couldn’t be mistaking it.

This was it. He had to do it. He wanted to do it, Merlin he wanted to do it so badly.

Hiding behind closed eyes, he inched his lips closer and closer, pulse hammering in his ears. It took almost a full minute until Remus was so close he couldn’t possibly go back. Still, he wasn’t quite sure who closed the gap, but it was happening

Sirius’s lips were soft, teasing. Remus felt the tension in his chest expand into something like euphoria. He was lost in Sirius’s musky smell, the soft feel of his hair, the press of his body, his lips, Merlin his lips. Why hadn’t he been doing this his whole life?

Remus all but moaned in protest when Sirius broke the kiss.

Finally. Merlin, I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you.” Sirius said, his voice deep and raspy.

Remus tried to form words, but Sirius’s hand was travelling along his waist, tugging their hips closer together. What left Remus’s mouth was more like a growl.

Sirius let out a chuckle that was quickly stifled by a kiss as Remus’s hand slid to his face. He leant into the touch, releasing a wave of something excitement that flooded every nerve in Remus’s body. He was greedy now, every inch of Sirius was a too-long forbidden place he could finally explore.

Their mouths came together harder and more desperately this time, and after a few moments Remus tugged at Sirius’s bottom lip, sucking and grazing his teeth over the soft skin. Before he knew it he’d let out another soft growl of satisfaction.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured.

Sirius’s grin was visible even in the half darkness. “Oh I might have an idea.” He replied, sliding on top of Remus and grinding gently onto his hips. 

He leant down to Remus’s ear, “There are a few things I’ve been waiting to do to you.”

When Sirius’s fingers reached down past the soft waistband of his boxers, Remus took in a sharp breath. His face must have betrayed him, because the corners of Sirius’ mouth fell. 

Sirius pressed his hand flat against Remus’s chest, and he was sure Sirius could feel his frantic heartbeat underneath it. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” Said Sirius, his voice edged and desperate.

He leant down, pushing Remus further into the soft bed, and pressing his lips to the skin of his neck. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop.” He breathed. 

Remus shook his head, fighting hard not to let himself go “You’re drunk.”

Sirius drew back, focusing a long hard stare into Remus’s eyes. 

“A little.” He rasped, sliding backward and pulling Remus into a sitting position.

Sirius slid his hands around Remus’s neck, pressing their foreheads together and concentrating very hard on slowing his breathing. 

“Yeah.” He breathed. “I’m a little, little bit tipsy. But I’ve been thinking about kissing you for seven years. And I’m not sure I can wait another seven seconds.”

Sirius pulled away just far enough that he could focus on Remus’s face in the dim light. 

“But if you ask me to I will.” 

Remus stared at the boy in front of him. He already knew his world had shifted.

He pressed a thumb into Sirius’s lip, trying to convince himself this was real.

“Promise me you’ll feel the same in the morning, Sirius.” 

Warm hands cupped Remus’s face, forcing his eyes back to the grey pools in front of him.

“I promise, Remus” The way Sirius said his name already had Remus leaning forward, grabbing a handful of his soft shirt, kissing whatever skin he could reach, but Sirius didn’t stop. 

“I promise.” He murmured into Remus’s neck. “I promise.” He breathed as his lips brushed against his ear. 

“I think I’ll feel this way for the rest of my life.”

    I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
   With people who don’t even care about my well-being
  I don’t dance, don’t ask, I don’t need a boyfriend
So you can go back, please enjoy your party.

                                                                    (x)

Halloween Candy (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: Steve comes to your door on Halloween night looking completely distressed, and you have no idea what to do.

Word Count: 1690

Warnings: None, maybe OOC Steve again because I’m not too sure how to write a sad Steve 

Note: A note for all my future imagines, if the gender isn’t specified in the title it’s neutral! Also, I guess this more of like minor Steve/reader. Anywho Enjoy my second Steve imagine :) 

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Originally posted by glowgurl

Halloween was probably one of your favorite times of the year, you loved the feeling, and seeing all the trick or treaters in their costumes. It was also the only night of the year you got to be home alone to just relax and hand out candy while your parents went out to an office party that usually lasted until about 2 am. You wondered how they had so much energy.

As the night went on, the trick or treaters were starting to thin out. But you knew very well that some kids stick around because some people handing out candy would get tired and just pour the rest of their candy into their candy bags.

You weren’t that kind of person. It wasn’t everyday you could get your hands on so much candy, and those children have enough anyway. So you kept it hidden behind the door as you gave the rest of the trick or treaters a candy or two so they wouldn’t see just how much your parents had left you with when they left for their party.

I mean, you had a party too,Tina had literally invited the entire school, but like the last year you didn’t attend it because you’d much rather stay home, even though your friend, Jonathan Byers, had told you that if you go, he will. You doubted he’d even go, so you didn’t even bother telling him you weren’t. You preferred to stay in then go to a party with pissed-drunk teenagers.

So, you laid on the couch, some horror film playing on the screen. It was late now, passed curfew late, so you decided to turn off the porch light, blow out the candles in the pumpkins, and call it a night for Halloween.

After you turned off all the lights, and took the bright orange bowl half full of candy, there was a sudden knock on the door. You paused in your step, thinking “did I just turn off the lights on a bunch of kids” You turned around, eying the small window on your door before there was another knock. You could see a shadow, a tall shadow, and you safely assumed it wasn’t a kid.

Taking precaution, you stayed still and silent, whoever it was would go away…you hoped. You watched the shadow try to look through the covered window, before knocking again, this time more than three knocks.

You hear someone curse, then knock again, this time harder. You jumped slightly, before frowning and setting down the bowl on the side table to answer the door and tell whoever it was to go away and that if it was a prank you were definitely going to call the oh so great cops of Hawkins.

“Look I don’t know what you want but trick or treating and pranks are-” you cut off your words as you realized who it was at your door this late at night. It was Steve Harrington. You knew Steve through mutual friends, which is basically you knew Jonathan, and Jonathan knew Nancy who was dating Steve.

You also knew that Steve was supposed to be at Tina’s Halloween Party.

“Oh-Steve…what are you doing here?” You asked, noticing that he looked a bit…well for a better word drunk and upset. You looked around him, seeing if you could find Nancy or Jonathan, but it was just his car parked in front of your house.

“I was just in the neighborhood,” was all he said before his eyes went straight over yours to take a look in your house, “…no I lied…I need someone to talk to, and you were the first person I thought of (y/n),”

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I’m not addicted to drugs. I’m addicted to glamour! 💉

I attempted a look from the movie Party Monster. It didn’t come out how I wanted cause the blood I made thickened up too fast and I couldn’t make the drip marks around the brain. I also didn’t have anything other than clay to make the brain portion but it actually looks decent in photos. I’m not strong at sculpting so I was like yeah I guess that’s a brain right? 😜

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About HRC's Dolly Parton party "The President was so taken by her vivacity that he followed her around all evening, stroked her blonde curls, and told people gleefully that although she came from Chicago she was at heart a real Arkansas girl." Omg I can totally see him drooling over her in the pictures. I think they had a creative night after the party

Omg I love that, I bet they totally did 😏

I have this random headcanon about the Captain Swan wedding, ok.

So Emma and Killian make up yadda yadda, the engagement is back on, and he has a long lovely talk with Charming to make amends and all is right in the Charming-Jones world. 

They get married and everyone (read: me) cries and it’s beautiful and wonderful and True Love Forever.

But then it’s the wedding reception. And while Killian and Emma and her family are all fine, whispers still persist following the drama that happened around the engagement and Killian’s disappearance. Gossip quietly tinges the party with the “well I heard he left her” and “no no no she kicked him out” and “well he killed her grandfather, I can’t believe David and Snow allowed this to happen” etc etc etc. 

And it’s probably someone like fucking Grumpy running his dumb mouth after too many beers when all of the sudden

**THWACK**

A fork jabs down, perfectly in between his fingers that rest on top of the table. 

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