okay this is kind of funny

Daggers (Sweet Pea X Reader)

Requested: “Do you think you could do a sweetpea imagine where he gets jealous? Only if you have the time.”

Originally posted by mona-stay

You sat at the bar watching your boyfriend, Sweet Pea, play a game of pool with another, much younger Serpent. Sweet Pea is obviously dominating the game but he is helping out the younger Serpent by telling him tips and such and the best way to use his turn. 

You smile at your boyfriend who is being a dad right now. You quickly pull your phone out and snap a picture of him showing the best way to hit a ball and send it to him. You see him pull his phone out and roll his eyes at you while he puts his phone away and continues with his game. 

A Shirley Temple is set beside you by the bartender, Maverick, who is also one of your favorite people to talk to at the White Wyrm. You sip on the drink that was given to you, as you watch Maverick make more drinks. “Continuing on our conversation from last time, I think the Sims 3 is better than the Sims 4 because so many of the good aspects of 3 was taken away from 4, I believe if 3 had the quality and aspects of 4, the game would be so much better.” He says to you. You always had these random conversations when you talked to the bartender but this was normal for the two of you.

While you talked, a pair of eyes watched with curiosity. You suddenly felt a hand at your hip and then your boyfriend pulling you into a sensuous kiss. “For luck.” He says as he stares daggers at Maverick and then walked back to the pool table where he had to get the 8 ball, which he did with subtle perfection. You smiled and snapped your fingers for your boyfriend’s triumph.

Once Sweet Pea saw that your attention was on him, a smile grew on his face and he began to talking to the younger Serpent again. You turned back to Maverick who was cleaning a glass. “Be careful, he’s jealous of me.” He says and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “No, come on Maverick. Yeah, he gets jealous, but not of you. He knows you.” Maverick chuckled and looked at Sweet Pea then back at you. “Listen, as a guy I know jealousy when I see it. Also he’s walking over here, so expect his tongue down your throat.”

Sweet Pea came back again and planted another kiss on you just as Maverick predicted. Once he pulled away, you gave a look to Maverick, who nodded and walked away. Sweet Pea made sure that he walked away and then turned to you with the face of child who got candy. “Did you see how I got the 8 ball in?” He asks and you laugh, “Of course I did, I’m very proud.” You give him a kiss on the cheek. 

He was about to walk away to start another game but you held onto him. He gave a curious look. “Are you jealous of Maverick?” You ask him which is answered with a fake laugh from Sweet Pea. “Him? Are you kidding? Oh wow you’re funny Y/N.” Your expression stayed dull as you saw right through his lies. He sighed in defeat and sat in the bar stool next to you. “Okay, yeah I am a little.” 

It was your turn to laugh, “A little? You were practically trying to strangle him with your eyes!” He laughed with you as he realized his anger was more noticeable than he thought. “Okay, Okay I get it. I just see how you two have these conversations about anything…I just kind of want that.” He says while staring into your eyes which always calms him down. “Well then hon, tell me that okay?” You plant another kiss on his cheek and slap the other cheek with your hand. “Now, get out there sissy boy and win more games.” He rolled his eyes at you and went for another round of pool. 

happy thanksgiving! 🍁🍂❤️

i know not everyone celebrates this holiday, but i want to express my gratitude for everyone that i have met since starting my blog. you are all so wonderful and amazing, you make my life so much better and happier. there are some people that i would especially like to thank and show my gratitude for.

@screamholland - liz my very very best friend, my wife, one of the most important people in my life—thank you. you are so incredibly sweet and lovely to everyone and i cannot express how lucky i am to have you as my friend. you’re always there for me no matter what time of day, and i know i can count on you for anything. i love you so much! 💜

@curiouspeterparker - hannah, the love of my damn life, i love you so much. you are so funny, sweet, and beautiful in ever single way. i am so grateful to have someone like you in my life. thank you for always being there to send tom holland memes to, i love you! 💖

@tbholland - meg, you are so amazing, words can’t describe how incredible you are. you are so unique and sweet, and you do so much for all of us in the fandom, we are all so grateful for you, but i’m especially grateful to be able to call you my friend. you are so important to me, and i hope you know that. i love you! ❤️

@purelyparker - cass, mi cariña, i love you so damn much, you’re so wonderful and sweet, and you’re always there when i need you. you make me smile so much and i love you, thank you for everything you’ve done for me—for all of us in the fandom. 💙

@tomrannosaurusholland - kirby, the aussie love of my life, i know you don’t celebrate thanksgiving, but i needed to express my gratitude to you. you are so fucking wonderful, you’re always there for me when i need to complain or just talk about stupid stuff. you’re so important to me and i cannot tell you how thankful i am for your friendship. i love you!! 💜

@lovelyimagines - tori, mi girasol, you are one of the greatest people on this website. hands down you’re the most kind and wonderful human on this planet. you make me smile every day and you make my day brighter, i can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. please never change, you’re so beautiful and sweet and lovely, you’re the personification of a field of sunflowers. i love you so much, i can’t wait to have a sleepover! ❤️

@loverholland - becca! the love of my life, an angel, you are SO wonderful in every single way. you are so supportive of everyone and are so quick to help when you think someone needs it. i can’t even begin to tell you how much your friendship means to me, my angel. i love you so much! 💖

@midtownsparker - izzy, my babe, i love you so much! you are so funny and sweet in every sense. i look forward to seeing your tags on your reblogs and seeing you pop up on my dash, you make me smile daily. i am so thankful for your friendship and i love you more than words can express! 💙

@spideyman-tom - kat, my angel! you are so wholesome and sweet and i am so happy that you’re my friend. i smile every time i see you on my dash or in my messages, you’re the kindest, sweetest person ever. i love you so much!! 💜

@spideyparkerfilms - bee, mi abeja, words cannot describe how much i love you and how much i value your friendship. you are so sweet and kind to everyone. you have so much love in your heart to give and i’m so thankful to be able to call you my friend. i love you so so much! ❤️

@dej-okay - dej, my girlfriend, i love you so much wow. you are so sweet, kind, lovely, funny, and beautiful in ever way, shape, and form. i am so grateful to be able to call you my friend. i admire your strength and your ability to support all of your friends to the fullest, i love you so so so much, dej. 💖

@parkerscupcake - ambahr, my love, my angel, you are so fucking fantastic. i admire your strength and your kind spirit. you are one of the nicest people i’ve ever come to know on any platform and i am so grateful for your friendship. i love you so much, please never change for anyone. 💙

i could go on for hours about how wonderful people are on this website, but people would find it irritating, so here are some more shoutouts for people who i find wonderful and amazing. i am so thankful for all of you and everything you do for me and this fandom as a whole. @hufflepuffholland @ballyhoobarnes @bittersweetholland @honestholland @honeynutholland @dreamyholland @hollandazing @rileywrites-parker @underoos-tom @spiderparkerboy @spidereyhes @spider-boi @agirlwithpointlessideas @parkerroos @yoinkmyheart @webslingerholland @buckylicious @spidergirlwanab @curly-haired-holland @jbarneswrites @zendmylife @protectsamholland @httpsamholland @panicholland

i’m probably forgetting so many people, but i want you to know that even if you aren’t included in this, i appreciate and love you with all of my heart. you are all so wonderful, thank you for being apart of my life!

i’d also like to take the time to express my gratitude for tom, harrison, sam, and harry. you four if you’re reading this bc of a secret tumblr are the reason we’re here. you are the reason that i have made the greatest friends i’ve ever had. you are the reason i have met the most important people in my life. i love you guys to the moon and back, thank you for everyrhing you’ve done for all of us.

anonymous asked:

Okay, but I think it's so funny that Dean just kind of left Cas high and dry with the Val Kilmer thing. Like, normally when Dean introduces himself in a cover, he usually introduces whoever's with him too with a "and this is my associate..." But last episode Dean just kind of left Cas hanging. I just thought it was hilarious, and Cas' expression showed it too. Like, as dorky as Cas is, that whole thing was kind of on Dean 😂

YES, I NOTICED THAT!

When he and Sam introduce themselves, the one to do the introductions usually gives BOTH names, “I’m Agent Plant, and this is my partner Agent Page…” or “Agents Collins and Gabriel, we’d like to ask you a few questions…”

But it’s like he was letting Cas get in on the “playing Tombstone” action, after their little talk in the car. Cas even quoted the movie! I think Dean was waiting for him to pull out the huckleberry accent again. Poor Cas, though… Dean was expecting him to just say, “Marshal Kilmer”  and instead Cas wasn’t expecting to have to actively participate yet.

Honestly, I think Dean really did just want to hear that accent out of Cas again. :P

anonymous asked:

istg they all think ur some kind of robot with no feelings

it’s funny too bc they’re all like “it’s rude to not give them credit” wELL IT’S RUDE FOR THEM TO THREATEN TO REPORT ME WHY IS IT OKAY IF THEY DO IT

10

Okay, here it goes. Ames, I love you. I love how smart you are, I love how beautiful you are. I love your face, and I love your butt. I should’ve written this down first. No no no, it’s okay. Go on. I love how much you pretend to like Die Hard. I like the second one. You don’t have to… Okay. Yeah. You’re kind, and you’re funny, and you’re the best person I know, and the best detective. Also for reals I love your butt. I love yours too. Gross.

things I’ve learned this year:
  1. Being kind is always worth it. Compliment a stranger’s sweater, bring your neighbor their mail, pick flowers for your mom.
  2. If you want to do something, don’t be afraid to do it alone. You can make new friends along the way.
  3. Never underestimate the importance of late night talks with new friends. They’re good for the soul.
  4. Speaking of, don’t be afraid to be vulnerable. Tell people what’s going on in your life. Your friends want to hear it.
  5. It’s okay to let people help you.
  6. Always do a little bit more than expected. 
  7. It’s okay to say no.
  8. But if something interests you even a little, say yes.
  9. You can have a conversation with anyone if you ask about their pets or their favorite show on Netflix.
  10. Text old friends when you think of that one really funny thing that happened. Even if you haven’t talked in years, it will make them smile.
  11. Making people happy makes you happy. Be kind. Be thoughtful. It will all come back around in the end.
the signs as i’ve known them irl

Aries: you’re feisty and confident and loud but also ridiculously naive and quite childish. your smile is blinding and you’re fiercely protective of your friends and would go to the ends of the world for their sake. i like you. although i wish you’d learn to read situations and be more tactful, i admire your sincerity and honesty. you’re refreshingly genuine.

Taurus: you’re so hard on yourself, it’s as if you’ve put a boulder on your chest and refuse to take it off. you don’t need to handle all this pressure, but you put in on yourself anyway, and are incredibly stubborn about it. it’s okay to relax and enjoy yourself. being alive is not a punishment. you’re so much happier when unrestricted by worries; know that you don’t need to handle everything alone.

Gemini: you’re intelligent and very talkative with those whose company you enjoy. you want someone who’ll click and can engage you in conversation, whether intellectual or random. you’re so used to changing yourself to suit other people’s tastes that you aren’t sure how to be yourself anymore; to you, all of those personalities somehow seemed like genuine sides of yourself.

Cancer: you’re always so friendly and welcoming and kind with everyone, but at the same time, you always felt very distant to me. part of me feels like i wrongfully infringed on your personal space by trying to get closer, even though that’s not the case. from time to time i feel like i can see glimpses of your true feelings, but it always disappears back into a facade just as i notice.

Leo: you’re kind and helpful– and cheerful, to some extent. you really like attention. some of you are lowkey about it and some of you have zero subtlety about it, but regardless, you want to be recognized for your hard work and efforts. you feel overshadowed by people who are better than you and want to improve yourself, but may feel lost sometimes as to how to get there.

Virgo: you’re so stubborn, hardworking, and determined; i’m not sure if it’s frightening or annoying. it’s also a huge pain in the neck to argue with you because you firmly believe that your views are The Right Ones and completely disregard any arguments against it. you’re organized and neat and intelligent. i understand your feelings to some level, but i wish you were more open-minded.

Libra: you’re not a bad person, but you’re not exactly morally upstanding, either. and that comes from your ability to see situations from all sides. it’s a bit infuriating trying to ask your opinion on things because of this; you see and understand all views and end up confused and unable to decide. you’re good with people but tend to hold most of them at a distance to avoid getting hurt.

Scorpio: you have a wild sense of humor and are rather sarcastic, but it’s mostly there to cover up your insecurities and feelings. you’re passionate but try to keep it subdued (and it works quite well, if i’m honest). it’s alright to have feelings. i don’t know exactly who hurt you in the past, but you don’t need to hide your emotions behind a quirky persona. it’s okay to let it out and just be

Sagittarius: you’re very sarcastic and funny and sometimes just plain mean on the outside, but you’re so sweet and gentle and kind on the inside; the contrast always makes me melt a little. you’re quite intelligent and try to see the bright side even if it’s hard. you don’t like sharing personal information or revealing how you feel easily. you genuinely care for your friends and want to help them.

Capricorn: i worry about you. you’re hardworking and diligent but somehow lazy at the same time. you’re also hard on yourself and have deep insecurities and strong feelings about things that you hide rather than open up about. you’re bitingly sarcastic and i love your sense of humor. you’re also incredibly kind to others, which can hurt you when others don’t show you the same kindness.

Aquarius: flighty. you’re kind and compassionate on the outside but hold a deeply-rooted bitterness within you. i dislike how you always blame everyone but yourself for your own problems, especially when they could be easily resolved if you simply lightened up a bit. part of me wonders if you care more about global and societal issues because you don’t know how to deal with the personal ones. 

Pisces: you’re passionate and emotionally fragile, though experience has taught you to hide it behind walls. when you love, it’s with full force and zero inhibitions; that’s why you get hurt so easily. you’re not easy to understand and people have ostracized you because they misinterpret your words or actions. i feel sorry for you, but at the same time i know that misguided pity is the last thing you want. 

somewhere, in a better gotham, the joker was born a woman, with eyes like candy apples, smooth skin. babysoft. 

in the gotham we know, the joker fell into a pit of toxic waste and turned green with envy. in this gotham, the better one, the joker is a tall, thin lady walking down the street. “smile, pretty” follows in her footsteps. when she stands at open mic laughter nights, she’s heckled from the crowd. they won’t smile for her but they resent her frown. 

her mother says that her best feature is her body. the joker spends hours staring in mirrors. picturing a trophy-wife kind of life. smile, pretty. smile pretty. smile. pretty. she’s sixteen the first time she tapes her lips up, just to see if she can teach her skin to learn the shape better. your teeth are your best feature. in the wild, smiling is a sign of fear.

she’s twenty and lives alone with her dog and tries to be okay with that. another night where she’s losing money on transportation, but she goes to the open mic anyway. the guy before her talks about airline food. she gets on the stage and immediately booed. and it’s years like this, in a pattern, in the weave of her passion, so that every night is thrown beer bottles and shouting and comments that make her sick to her stomach and being told she’s nothing special and being told women aren’t funny and being told her voice is shrill and ugly and being told when she’s too animated that she’s crazy and being told when she’s too stiff that she’s boring and being asked out by every single sleeze in the zip code and being shouted at when she says no and the neverending tumble of it because maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe tomorrow

he comes up on stage with her and soaks her shirt in beer. now that’s a show! the man calls. he gets cheers. she doesn’t cry, just walks out the back door before doing something stupid. the manager pats her on the head while she leaves. it’s okay, darling. he looks her over. i don’t get it. a body like yours? you should be an exotic dancer. comedy isn’t for everybody. you’re not funny, sweetie.

she’s not funny. not funny. not funny. the words turn alarm bells. the one thing she’s supposed to be talented at. the one thing she loves is just to make people laugh. and she’s not even funny.

hey you know what’s kind of funny? the way it feels at the bottom. how flat everything turns. how unreal. she skims like a rock. your body is your best feature. she tries again on monday. “you know what’s funny? i thought about murder the other day”. don’t we all, sweetie. on the bus, come home with me. on the street, why aren’t you smiling.

maybe some people are born close to the camel’s back, maybe some people have just always been looking for the straw. it’s too much in either direction. she goes home and smears makeup on her skin. tears her hair off. dyes it green, a shock, to match her eyes and spite and envy at men who can tell the same jokes and get laughter for it where she gets nothing and nothing and nothing, where she is pushed off of stages, where she is mocked.

well, isn’t it her turn to do the mocking.

in this story, in this better gotham where vigilante is sometimes good, sometimes a few letters from villain: who will stop her? in this life, when harley walks in, the two are different, best friends, sugar-on-pie because isn’t it true the world has it out for women. in this life, when harley shows up with hyenas, the joker thinks about the wild and the laws of it and says, “oh, of course, let them in”. in this life the violence has a name. 

and nobody says it without laughing.

Relatable Ryders

The Ryder twins are two of the most relatable protagonists I’ve ever seen in a video game:

- Awkward af, sarcasm and one liners are their speciality

- Can’t flirt to save their lives

- Certified Human Disasters ™

- Make weird faces when the talk

-Walk kind of funny

- Have no idea what’s going on

- Trying to do their best in a scary world

an actual look at the inevitable moment in season 8 when jaime sees tormund hitting on brienne with his own two eyes and melts down as a person

what does he want with brienne, anyway?

she dresses funny, she listens to the starks, she’s not even cute … in a conventional way

i mean, she’s just like this … nerd who hangs around the girls she swore to protect all the time, and she’s too tall. i couldn’t take her anywhere.

what am i stressed about? this is, like, BRIENNE.

okay, okay, so she’s kind of a betty. but what would she want with tormund? he couldn’t make her happy. brienne needs someone who respects her; someone to listen to her naive but weirdly uplifting speeches about doing the right thing; someone to laugh at her jokes … in case she ever makes any.

then suddenly …

2

Okay, here it goes. Ames, I love you. I love how smart you are, I love how beautiful you are. I love your face, and I love your butt. I should’ve written this down first. No no no, it’s okay. Go on. I love how much you pretend to like Die Hard. I like the second one. You don’t have to…okay. Yeah. You’re kind, and you’re funny, and you’re the best person I know, and the best detective. Also for reals I love your butt. I love yours too. Gross. 

Amy Santiago, will you marry me? Jake Peralta, I will marry you.

i feel like a lot of u forget that jungkook’s said before that he’s insecure and introverted ? he worries abt how he’s perceived ? like, he tries his best at everything, he loves his members with his whole heart as well as their fans, he gave up a big portion of his teenage years to do all of this but yall think it’s funny to hate him? like, not even saying that any of you actually hate him, but it’s the “funny thing” to make him into a joke. his begin choreo is a good example lmao… ever since his first solo stage majority of yall clowned him ? yall made fun of it without a second thought bc it looked funny to u…. okay . he practiced his ass off and said he felt like his legs were gonna explode but all that’s just disregarded.. anyways can we maybe stop with this bullying jungkook concept it’s all kinds of awful

No Kissing In Front Of Me *Steve Harrington x Reader*

Originally posted by wlntrfell

Requested by Anon: Steve Harrington x Reader where you’re Dustin’s older sister and Dustin has Steve over to babysit him bc Reader is supposed to be out on a date but she comes home like halfway through with like super ready eyes and tells them she found out he’s cheating on her because he stood her up to go with the other girl or something
Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Billy Hargrove x Reader (Mentioned briefly) & Steve Harrington x Reader
Word Count: 
A/N: I couldn’t be bothered to make up a name for the reader to possibly be on a date with. Billy is someone that comes across as a cheating, maybe not taking the relationship with reader seriously, type. - Rosalie



“Why are you even going out with that jackass?” Dustin asked, watching you through the vanity mirror reflection as you got ready for your date. You muttered a soft ‘language’ to your little brother who just scoffed. “You can date anyone, literally, ANYBODY! But you go out, willingly, with Billy Hargrove?”

You sighed gently as you finished with your make up. You had been going out on a few dates with the new guy, well he wasn’t new anymore, he and his sister had been here for a few months. You didn’t really get why Dustin and his party hated him, he was kind of an asshole but so was everyone else in this town. Dustin always said, ‘There are just things that I know that you don’t, I don’t trust him’. You liked he was looking out for you but you’re the older sibling, it should be the other way round.

“Why do you hate him so much? Enough with the bullshit, what happened to make you hate him?” Dustin shrugged, shoulders slumped and eyes cast to his hands as he toyed with your comforter on your bed. “I’m going on that date, Dustin. Whatever you think of him isn’t true, he’s been nothin’ but nice to me. He doesn’t pressure me for anythin’ and he’s really sweet too. Tell me what happened and I won’t go on that date, if you tell me what happened with Billy I’ll call him off.”

Before Dustin can even open his mouth the doorbell chimes, you raise your eyebrows but Dustin sighs. You both stand up, you’re dressed in a pale pink dress with a denim jacket thrown on. Dustin opens the door, revealing Steve Harrington, his babysitter for the night, plus a new founded best friend. It was cute, how both he and Steve had a brotherly bond. They looked out for one another, it made you smile to see Dustin finally have someone to look up to, admire and Steve was someone that you trusted to lead your brother in a good direction.

You smiled as Steve looked at you. “Wow, Y/N, you look… wow.” He compliments, at loss for words and it brings a slight blush upon your cheeks as you roll your eyes at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you both in a few hours. Don’t miss me too much,” You grin waving bye at both of them and walking out of the door.

*Steve’s P.O.V kinda*

Steve stared at the door as it closed softly, watching you leave to go on a date with Billy Hargrove always rubbed him the wrong way. Knowing that someone as kind, sweet and genuinely good was hanging around with the asshole Billy, made Steve feel sick to his stomach. His blood boiled at the thought of it, it left a funny after taste in Steve’s mouth whenever you talked about your dates with Billy.

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice pulled Steve from his mind and he looked at the shithead and shrugged his shoulders in response. “Jealousy back again?”

Steve rolled his eyes and sat down, Dustin had got into his pea-sized brain that Steve was jealous. Jealous that Billy got to date you and not him, which was ridiculous. Steve Harrington doesn’t get jealous, he doesn’t even know why he’d be jealous. It’s just you. Dustin’s older sister. Who was sweet, kind and beautiful, who had this thing where if she laughs too hard she hiccups?

“I’m not jealous of Billy Hargrove,” Steve states, turning the TV on and looking at the VHS movies that Dustin had picked to watch tonight. “What do I have to be jealous about?”

Dustin rolled his eyes, sitting down also. “Are you pretending to be dumb or are you actually this stupid all of the time?” That receives a stern glare from Harrington, “I know she’s my sister but I am told constantly that she’s beautiful, plus she has to be somewhat good looking because ” Dustin gestures to his smiling face and Steve tries not to chuckle at that. “It’s okay if you like-like her, better you than Billy.”

Steve puts in the movie and that leaves him to think over what Dustin has said. He glances at Dustin who is consumed by the movie, mouth slightly agape as he fully zoned in on the SyFy movie. Steve had grown accustomed to life with the kids, looking after the little shits was now just second nature to him. You were sort of a package deal, you didn’t know about any of the events with the upside down world but you managed to still be part of their lives. You were sort of an innocence that everyone loved, you knew something has happened but you preferred to not know.

It’s for the better that way. Steve liked that you weren’t carrying any of the weight, that you managed to still be a supportive person but in a way that was different for everyone. It was hard to keep that life away from you, it’s partly why he hates you are dating Billy. If you knew what had happened, you wouldn’t be dating him but he had made a promise. To the boys, to Eleven, to Hopper and Joyce to not tell.

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I dated Y/N?” Steve asked, eyes trained on the TV. “I know she’s dating Billy but if that didn’t work out-”

“Steve, you have my permission to date my sister. No kissing in front of me, that’s all I ask.” Steve smiles slightly and both go back to watching the movie, halfway in when the front door crashes open. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Dustin yells, turning his head to see his sister standing in the doorway, he holds his hand over his heart.

It takes both boys a few seconds to realise you’re crying. Eyes red, small sobs escaping your lips and you throw your purse to the floor and pull off your shoes, running past them towards your room ignoring their yells of your name. Steve looks at Dustin who is just as shocked as he is by your outburst.

“You don’t think Billy…” Dustin trails off, instantly Steve is to his feet and Dustin follows him down the short hall to your door where Steve knocks on the door. “Y/N, we’re coming in!” Dustin yells, knowing you never lock your door anyway.

Steve opens the door silently and both peak in. Your laying on your bed, hair a mess of curls and crying into a pillow. Dustin walks passed Steve, sitting down beside your head and petting your hair softly, trying to comfort you silently. Steve awkwardly sits down, placing a hand on the small of your back and rubbing comforting circles. They wait till your sobs had quieted down, listening to cry was one of the worst things Steve has endured. Yeah, he’s had to fight demogorgons but this was another level.

“Y/N, what happened?” Steve asked and you lifted your head, hair sticking your tear stained cheeks that are red and blotchy. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, anger swept through them but also sadness. “Did Billy… do something… like-”

“No.” You shake your head, fresh tears welling in your eyes. “He turned up with another girl, with Stacy. He’s been seeing her behind my back, cause I wasn’t putting out.” Dustin’s face flashed with anger. “I’m such a stupid shit head!” You groaned, accepting the hug from your little brother and Steve scoffed, causing both Henderson siblings to look at him.

Steve shakes his head. “Billy is the shithead. You deserve better than him, got it? A guy like that isn’t worth your tears, you’re too good for him. If he can’t keep it in his pants that’s his fault, not yours.” You raised your eyebrows at Steve, who crossed his arms and glared at the wall opposite him. “I should punch him in the face again for doing that to you.”

“Again?” You asked slightly amused that he had even punched Billy for the first time. Dustin looks wide-eyed at Steve who does the same, you sighed. “Need to know, right?” They nod and smiled slightly. “Thank you, both of you for being here. I think I’m going to call it a night.” They nod, Dustin gets up and leaves the room first but Steve hesitates, making you look at him slightly confused.

He shuffles slightly nervously. “Y/N… have a good sleep.” Steve sighs before leaving your room, kicking himself for not saying anything to you about his true feelings.

*

It had been almost a week since that godawful date with Billy. You tried to keep yourself occupied, extra schoolwork and hanging out with Nancy. The humiliation of that day was what hurt you the most, Billy had let you believe the date was still on, he didn’t cancel or say anything about what was happening with Stacy. He let you walk in, alone and see him with another girl like he planned it or something.

Walking down the street towards your house you hear arguing. Well, more of bickering between two people. You glance up to see Steve and Dustin in the driveway of your home, Dustin was meant to be at Mike’s studying and Steve, well he was meant to be off being Steve somewhere else- having a day off from being the kid’s mom. You frown as you walk closer, Steve is holding roses and Dustin has his radio headset on, seemingly talking over it whilst simultaneously walking to Steve.

“What’s going on?” You asked walking closer, Dustin jumps slightly and turns to you with a nervous smile. “I thought you were going to Mike’s tonight?” You asked with a slight frown at his reaction.

It’s a solid minute before anyone speaks up. “I’m helping Steve… he’s got a date.” You nod slowly and glance at Steve, who is nervously stood holding the roses and smiling awkwardly. A pang of something shoots through your chest, whoever he was taking on a date was a lucky girl.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, “Well, have fun and don’t take all of my brother’s advice.” You try to chuckle and smile but it sounds forced, you go to walk around them and inside the house, to cry to your mother but you’re stopped by someone tugging on your wrist.

You frown up at Steve. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” You nod and turn back towards Steve, waiting for whatever he needs to say, he stares at you for a moment. “Fuck it!”

Before you can process what is happening his lips are on yours, his hands holding your shoulders and the roses fall to the floor beside your feet. You instantly respond, melting into the kiss that’s unlike anything you’ve ever had. You feel Steve smile against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours rest against his neck.

“GROSS!” You pull apart and look at Dustin, who is horrified. “I said no kissing in front of me, that was the only rule. You asshole.” he picks up his bike, muttering curse words and names at Steve, “one fucking rule, can even follow that. I do everything to help this guy, this is how he repays me.”

Steve purses his lips and holds back the chuckle. “Thank you, shithead,” Steve calls, Dustin turns and flips him off before riding off down the street to Mikes. “It was worth breaking that one rule.” Steve shrugged at you, you chuckled lightly nudging him, he bends down and picks up the roses again. “Prepare to go on the best date of your life.” He challenges, pulling you by your hand towards his car.

“Is this the first time you’ve hung out with someone your own age in a while?” You smirk as Steve blinks at you, mock offence. “How will they survive without you?”

Steve rolled his eyes, opening your door before walking around to his side and starting the engine to the car. It’s silent as he begins to drive off towards your date destination, “I do need to stop in to make sure they all get home okay.” He mutters causing you to chuckle at him, he sighs and chuckles along with you.

(Decided to end it funny. Hopefully, whoever requested this likes it. I had fun writing it, I like the whole Dustin’s sister thing, I like writing the reader as one of the kids sibling. - Rosalie)

  • Taehyung: Would you rather kiss Jimin or-
  • Jungkook: Kiss Jimin
  • Taehyung: I didn't even fini-
  • Jungkook: Kiss Jimin
  • Taehyung:
  • Jimin:
  • Jungkook: Jimin.
  • Yoongi: Tae why did you even try
Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.

A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.

I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.

Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.

My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.

I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.

“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.

He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

I sighed.

“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”

I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.

“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.

I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.

He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.

I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”

“And people stare?” He pressed.

“Yep,” I said shortly.

“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”

I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.

“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.

“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.

"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.

I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?

“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”

He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably. 

I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.

“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.

“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”

As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.

At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”

Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.

“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.

“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.

“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.

“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.

"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.

“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.

He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.

“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.

“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.

“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.

“I just want to say that you’re great.

I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.

“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.

After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism. 

the thing I love most about the Justice League in Young Justice is that in the first episode of yj the ENTIRE FUCKING LEAGUE came to chew out the kids.

like all 16 members, superhero powerhouses of the likes of Superman and Wonder Woman, aliens and gods, flew/hitched a ride all the way to some random building downtown to see Batman chew out 4 kids, which were supposed to be 3 kids because Superboy was a surprise disobedient child

like these are literal guardians of the earth and they were all like ‘okay we’re done with the crisis of the day, let’s go see the Bats rip some kids apart for not following his orders’ even the none flying superheroes were like ‘yo lantern give us a ride we can’t miss this’

sometimes, people have coping mechanisms for their own mental health issues where they make their depression/anxiety into a joke. This is something I do, this is something my friends do, and this is something I see Dan do. It is okay to make fun of yourself to feel better. It’s okay to laugh about it and be relatable and connect with others who have the same struggles through humor. That’s okay. It allows you to talk about it, it allows you to feel better about yourself, it even allows you to make friends. 

However, it’s also okay to not laugh about it. Just because certain people find joking about these things humorous doesn’t mean you have to. Sometimes its okay to not find anything funny about laying in bed for 14 hours per day or forgetting to eat breakfast. It’s fine if you don’t feel like hitting the like button and laughing about that relatable depression post.

Both things are reasonable responses to that kind of content. However, just because one person doesn’t agree with your mindset doesn’t mean the other person is wrong. Respect each other and accept that there are different coping mechanisms to mental illness, and while one person makes jokes about it, someone else doesn’t want to laugh about it.

9

We never worked to find chemistry, it was just sort of organically grown from meeting. We met for the first time and it felt we should have met before or we had met before but without actually meeting. When we met it was like, “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life!” It got to the point where at the moment I see tears in her eyes I kind of start tearing up, even if it was inappropriate for the scene.