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This is the “free speech bus.” Run by a gaggle of homophobic religious groups, it kicked off a trip on the East Coast this week to try to convince the world that transgender people aren’t real. 

Guess how long it took before it got vandalized: one day. Whoops.

It’s almost as if when you embark on a road trip specifically to harm and dehumanize other people, those people and their friends will push back! Some great observations from Twitter:

Nope. No sympathy for transphobes on wheels. 

Secrets the signs want you to know

Aries: They act like they’re happy with letting people go when in reality, they regret being cold and want those people back. They regret being cold-hearted all the time to the people they care about. 

Taurus: Though depicted as care-free, they fear that people don’t like them in their presence. They fear that they will be easily forgotten and is always worrying if they actually mean anything to anybody.

Gemini: They try really hard to fit in with the rest and be likable by everybody because they can’t bear the idea of being alone. They’d rather change themselves then be alone.

Cancer: Fears that if they don’t please everyone, they will let people down. They feel the need to be a people pleaser to everyone at all times.

Leo: They feel as if they are completely and utterly unlovable and inconsequential. They act tough and careless but are extremely sensitive inside.

Virgo: Tries to appear put together, but can have trouble handling life. They may seem like they have everything under control, but they struggle every hour of the day. It’s hard for them to ask for help.

Libra: Cannot be without someone else because they need to invest on someone else so they don’t have to think about themselves. They don’t know how to deal with their own problems so they just hide them.

Scorpio: They have a great difficulty letting people into their personal life. When people try to show them affection, they only know how to push them away and they fear that one day the people they deeply care about will never come back because they think they hate them.

Sagittarius: They just want to love someone and be loved back. They can’t bear being alone, they feel hopeless and as if they aren’t good enough for anyone.

Capricorn: They as so invested in themselves and trying to reach the top, they fear that once they reach the top they will be alone.

Aquarius: They fear that the way they express emotions is wrong. They get into relationships and don’t feel anything, and they think that something is wrong with them.

Pisces: Are completely lost and don’t know where they are going. They act like everything is under control why have not the slightest idea of how to get it under control.

8
I miss you
But I shouldn’t
Because we’re told,
Not to miss people that have hurt us
We’re told to move on
But that must mean there’s something wrong with me
Because I miss you so much it hurts
I can’t eat or sleep
You consume my thoughts
We’re not supposed to want those people back
But it’s my little secret,
That I wish every night that you’d come back to me
—  Chapters from my life

If there’s not a moment in Infinity Wars where the avengers are like “The chitauri and those alien people are coming back! We have to fight this huge great threat Thanos guy we’re so unprepared!” I really want a moment where Tony goes “WooOooOOooAh they’re coming back?? There’s a bigger threat out there??? And they’re coming to atTACK EARTH????? WHO would have FUCKING THOUGHT????? WOW COLOR ME SURPRISED.

Dear @markiplier,

I don’t know if you know about what happened on Friday. I woke up early to get the bus to get there “On time” like many others might’ve. Since the line up for your signing wasn’t supposed to be until a hour and a half before as a bunch of people said and in the past the cap was at 200 people. I got there around 9:32 AM just about. We rushed down to the Queue Room as fast as we could go. 

When we got there we discovered that they gave out tickets at 8 am and they were gone by 8:30 am because the Center opened a hour early for some reason. We tried to bargain, we tried to sneak (like a few I know had done who ended up seeing you), we tried so many things to no avail. It felt so unfair that me along with so many others were kicked out because the line up time wasn’t correct for meeting you. 

I was heartbroken, devastated even knowing I could never meet you. I promised so many good friends I’d ask things since they couldn’t go. I had letters, art even one from @simpleagle that I printed out to give you. But I failed my promises. I failed my friends. I failed to be a messenger. I began to sob as I sorted through the pile of things I had printed for you my stuff I drew, wrote and other things my friends made. My face was so red from crying I felt like a idiot in front of all those people waiting for you.

After I came back from getting food my mom was there following the line saying a Enforcer let her in but another came to get out or we’d be flagged to even going near you he sounded almost cheerful saying it. They made us give them our gifts to them because “he wouldn’t care/he won’t even look at it” that hit me with a sinking feeling of dread. 

I don’t know if you will see this @markiplier but hopefully you will. Hopefully others will share this so you can see the mess that happened.

What even is the LGBT+ community?

No, seriously, take a second and answer this for me.

What exactly is the LGBT+ community? Is it a physical thing? A metaphorical thing? Is it a place to go? Is it a discussion board? Is it something with a membership card? Is it something you have a badge for? Is it a center to hang out?

What are people trying to “protect”? Trying to keep “ pure”? What “resources” are being “used up” by those “dirty cishet aces/aros” that make you so angry that you gotta make side blogs and long posts and hateful messages?

And why are suddenly sga and trans people so similar in the ace discourse? Why is it “their problems”? What are “their” problems as a collective? What does a cis sga person know about transphobia? Does being in the LGBT+ community give them a stage in that discussion? No? Then the LGBT+ community isn’t fighting transphobia - the transgender community is. So why aren’t cishet aces/aros allowed if they don’t experience homophobia or transphobia? Because you want to disregard one of their identities because you don’t like the others? Do we disregard homophobic transgender people and transphobic sga people too? Why are y’all so obsessed with dividing the grey community? Why can’t you just see asexuals and aromantics? Why do they have to be the “right” kind for you to even have problems? Why do you spend so much time telling asexuals and aromantics that they’ re problems mean nothing? Why do you do the exact thing that society does to us, then turn around and say that we mean shit to you?

Is it systematic oppression? Basing an entire community on the level of oppression one can have enacted on them? And what about if they’re closeted? Passing? Do you exclude those people or have it in the back of your minds - their minds - that one day, one day they’ll be open and oppressed? Is that the kind of mentality you based the LGBT+ community on? That, yes, we’ re oppressed, but at least we’re oppressed together?

I thought the LGBT+ community was for finding a place to have pride in an orientation and identity that is not normalized in society. I thought it was a safe community to talk about problems that cisheteronormativity pushed on us.

What is it then, if not that?

“I mean, look, we’re trying to take healthcare away from tens of millions of people, ensure that women are second-class citizens, remove the regulations that keep Americans safe, and put those uppity Black people back into their proper place,” Paul Ryan added, “and when I have to pretend to be a leader who cares about anything other than those things, it takes up precious seconds of my time that I could be spending writing even more Ayn Rand fanfiction disguised as laws.”

Ryan then looked at the reporters and added, “I mean, it’s not like anything I say right now matters, anyway. I’m in such a safe district, I can do whatever I want and stay in power. Watch.” 

Mr. Ryan then kicked a puppy and continued. “But, let me say again: I will not stand by and say nothing when a rich, white celebrity is criticized by the president who I support in every single way that actually matters. You know it, I know it, and let’s continue to pretend that a single word I am uttering right now matters at all.”

The Speaker took no questions.

2

Those people who were mean to be back in Middle School write me these really sweet emails now about how they wish me luck. You’ve got a little part of you that wants to be like ‘Remember what you did?’ but you’ve gotta thank them for making you who you are today and for making you strong.

Tomorrow’s Friday. If the president were to rise at dawn and say, “It’s Saturday,” what would be the meaning of that statement? Would his people – those who back him no matter what – check their calendars and convince themselves the calendar they’ve been using is wrong and the leader they adore is right? … This whole thing about President Obama wiretapping Trump is nothing but trumped up nonsense …  The man in the White House is demonstrably capable of making up claims that have no reality. He’s no better than the weirdo in the basement who calls in the fire alarm just to hear the sirens go past.
—  Chris Matthews, yesterday. (Which was Thursday).
Just once, just one time, I want Mandy and Mickey to get a break. Mandy was raped by her own father. That same father that had someone rape Mickey. Both have said I love you to people, even though it’s pretty clear those words weren’t spoken enough in their home, just for those people not to say it back. One is escorting and the other is about to be on the run. The direction of their characters breaks my heart. For once, just let them be okay. The Gallagher’s aren’t the only ones worthy of some semblance of happiness.
Adrenaline Rush {S.M}

requested// imagine where you and Shawn are good friends and you’re giving him a pep talk and in the heat of the moment he kisses you

author’s note// yanno what’s a good show? law and order svu. yanno what’s a horrible movie? to the bone, highly offensive, absolutely horrible

masterlist 

“Man, it’s a pretty huge crowd out there.” Shawn was basically shaking. You had never ever seen him this nervous for a show. It was almost unheard of for him to be this nervous. He was so at home on stage, he seemed more nervous just walking down the street to get lunch than getting on stage in front of all of those people. 

“It isn’t that bad, Shawn.” You smirked at him, pulling your self up to sit on the counter were he was supposed to get ready, but he wasn’t using it. He was sitting on the grey sofa near the left of the dressing room he was provided tuning the first guitar he used on stage. 

“I never said it was bad.” He looked up at you for a second, a grin teasing the corners of his lips. “It’s just a big crowd.” He was messing around with the A string, seemingly not being able to quite get it right. It was probably his fumbling fingers. But if you had to hear a flat A one more time you were going to rip your ears off. 

“Do you want some help?” You winced as he plucked the string one more time, sounding flatter than it did the last time. He shook his head rather vigorously, which she expected. He was rather particular about how his acoustic was tuned whenever he would go on stage. He wanted to make sure everything was absolutely perfect every time he stepped foot onto that stage. You knew it was probably rather stupid to ask. He’d never let you touch that guitar before a show. 

“I’ll be fine.” He was probably nervous because this was his final concert, in his hometown nonetheless, all of his friends were out in that audience. People from his high school, family members, so many people he knew were out in that crowd, and even though it was just as big as all of the other concerts he had played throughout the tour, maybe even smaller than some. 

“You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.” You scoffed, pulling your legs underneath you. He just smiled and shook his head a little bit, focusing way too much on that guitar. You thanked your lucky stars he wasn’t as insane about his electric guitar. 

“Why are you in here with me and not out there.” He nodded his head towards the door, referencing the audience. You shuddered just thinking about sitting out there with a shitton of kids you went to high school with and hated. They all did sports and were rather popular back in the day, and not that they were mean to you, but Shawn’s old group of friends from high school were not your favorite people. You had always been close friends with him since freshman year when you were both placed in an intro to art class and you were sat with one another because they both couldn’t draw to save their lives. He was close with all of those other people back before he was famous, but he started to notice a lot of them only made an effort to stay close with his busy schedule only due to his intense rising fame. He didn’t mind all that much, but he didn’t make quite as much an effort. As for you and Shawn, you had stayed close from the moment you had met up until now. It was almost funny when the others out there would post photos calling Shawn their best friend, when in reality you were. She was just that random girl who played violin in advanced orchestra who they had no idea why Shawn hung out with her. 

Still hung out with her. And let her come with him on his summer north american tour and even come with him on some of his European dates. 

It still warmed your heart that those girls in that group that he had hung out with, those girls on the dance team and volleyball team, the girls he had over the years kissed and fooled around with, those girls who were everything that you thought that you weren’t were second to you. 

“Those are your friends, not mine.” You shot back, expecting to get the usual, ‘I know you aren’t their biggest fans, but you only have to be nice. They aren’t that bad.’ That was the spiel you usually got whenever you complained about having to associate with his friends. But this time, he just shrugged, probably too preoccupied before this show that he, for some reason, was totally freaked out about. 

“You are not wrong.” He strummed the last chord that you couldn’t remember the name of and he looked almost satisfied. But he was never completely satisfied with his guitar, but you had gotten used to it. He looked up at you, actually looking at you for the first time other than some upward glances as he was tuning. A small smile slowly stretching across his lips, and you started to feel almost self conscious. You were only wearing jean shorts and the long sleeve concert t-shirt since you had to help out with the VIP stuff since you were there that early. You had kicked off your black high top converse earlier, so you were only in some ankle socks, and you felt so incredibly exposed, which was dumb, Shawn was your best friend, you shouldn’t feel this way. 

Even if you had been harboring some incredibly low-key feelings for him since the eleventh grade. But you never acted on them since he never hinted. So everything stayed just about the same. 

“I’m lucky to have you.” He smiled, only taking a few more moments to take all of you in before you were interrupted by a knock, most likely his manager, which he knew was code for ‘time to get the hell out here stop tuning that damned guitar.’ You were glad you didn’t have to say anything sappy back, you were incredibly horrible at those kind of things, but Shawn knew you loved and appreciated him. “It appears it is time to go.” He grabbed his guitar and held his hand out for you to take. You looked at him puzzled but he only smiled. 

“Tonight I’m gonna need you out there cheering me on from offstage. I’m about to puke.” He chuckled, and you wearily took his hand, hating going out there with all of the adults and Geoff. You really didn’t like Geoff all that much either. He honestly just really irritated you. Then again, everyone did. Shawn led you over to the door of his dressing room and the minute he opened it, you pulled your hand away, your arm dropping to your side. You both quickly made your way to the front by the stage where he got the spiel, got the speech on how he was gonna do amazing, and how there were tons of girls out there to see him. They did the chant, and he was just about ready to get out on that stage. “Hey!” Shawn called out, waving you over close to him. You had been out here a couple of times before he went on stage, but he had never done this. You furrowed your eyebrows, incredibly confused to say the least. 

“What do you need?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t you have a crowd to preform for?” You teased, nudging him just a bit with your right elbow. He gave you a small smile, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. They did that sometimes. 

“Okay, remember when I would preform at school talent shows and small concerts and stuff and I would get super nervous?” He started, starting to fiddle with the strap of his guitar. You nodded quickly, hoping he’d get on with it, knowing it’d be you that was being yelled at for holding him up. “Well, I’m gonna need one of those pep talks you used to give me.” He spit out, almost nervous that you would say no. But without even a yes, you got into the stance, straightening your spine, placing your hands on his shoulders, locking your knees into place. You hadn’t done this in what felt like forever. 

“Okay Mendes, listen up, you are amazing you are talented, you are going to kill it. There are a shitton of people out there who payed a crapload of money to see you, and you are going to put on one damn good show. Who cares about those kids from school who may or may not judge you, you are the pop star, they aren’t. You are attractive you are talented, and you are going to kill it. Okay?” You shook him a little at the end and he quickly nodded. 

“Okay.” He agreed. But what he did next was what shocked you, what caused your heart to literally drop nineteen stories down into your stomach. He pressed his lips onto yours, but only for a couple of seconds. It sure did feel like half of a century, maybe even a full one. All the loud and all the screams from the audience weren’t even audible. His lips on yours and everything didn’t matter. Until he pulled away and he was starting to get dragged back onstage. “We can talk um… After?” He stuttered as he was walking onstage. All you could do was nod. 

You were physically in shock, your whole body tingling as you simply stood offstage, not really in anyone’s way. Everyone was bustling around, but all you could think about was how your best friend just kissed you, and it sure as hell meant something. 

“What the hell was that?” Geoff asked, and you looked to see him crinkling his nose almost in disgust. He wasn’t exactly your biggest fan. 

“No idea.” The concert literally flew by, you heard Geoff say a couple of more things to you, but your head didn’t quite register them. You heard the setlist played out, you even saw Shawn run backstage to get to the smaller stage. You were just, shocked. The only word you could think of was shocked. 

But, like clock work every night, Shawn walked offstage after treat you better and wrapped you in a hug, pulling you close to his body, you could feel all of his sweat and heat radiating off of his body. 

“Okay, I can’t talk right now, I have to go see my friends, and so do you so you also can’t talk right now.” You grumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, not caring at all he was a gross sweaty mess. “But, I will tell you, I have some hardcore feelings for you. Which we will discuss later.” He shrugged at the last part, and you pulled away for a moment, his arms still supporting your waist. 

“Well, that works out well, because I have some hardcore feelings for you too.” A warm smile spread across his lips, and he pressed yet another kiss to yours. And it was even better the second time. 

author’s note// I LOVE this it’s poor writing but the plot is so sweet and tbh relatable anyways hi school started this week i hope i die soon

Copy pasta

Please read this. It is SO important.

From an actual resident of Charlottesville:

“There seems to be a perception from people outside of Charlottesville that what is going on here is two opposing groups coming to town and fighting some ideological battle that has gotten messy. That is not what is happening here. What is happening here is that several hate groups from the extreme right have come together under the "unite the right” banner here in our town and basically started acting as terrorists. This may seem like an exaggeration but it’s not.

A church service was held over because they had surrounded the building and police had to disperse them. People had to be escorted to their cars. My friend was there with her daughter. Everywhere they meet, businesses close. We had drive by shootings yesterday from a van marked kkk.

A car plowed into a huge group of people. I’m sure you saw that on the newsfeeds. What you probably didn’t see is that some of those people were on their way back from helping to repel a white supremacist march to predominately black housing development a few blocks away where they were attempting home invasions. I guess they were unfamiliar with the neighborhood. The residents repelled that one before antifa got there but there is some video of the alt-right folks getting run off on the daily progress twitter feed, if you’re interested.

So, basically, what I’d like you to understand is, this IS NOT two side egging eachother on to unavoidable violence for more attention. This is one side of terrorists declaring that they can and will hold a town hostage (they’ve been saying it for over a month now, actually) and the town responding to that threat. The car that killed and injured people yesterday? Ohio tags. The medic tents (which treated both sides… turns out the alt right erst didn’t bring any medics. Guess they planned on doing all the injuring), water bottles, snacks, shade tents (all volunteer, donations, none shut down by police… all manned by that radical left you keep hearing about) yeah, we all live here. I saw a lot of people I knew yesterday, none of them were speaking for unite the right. None of them were escalating violence, most of them were offering some kind of aid and defending.“

Super Strange Things

Pairing: Eventual Johnathan Byers x Reader

Summary: Y/N Winchester, middle child of John and Mary Winchester, arrives in Hawking’s with her family to investigate a series of disappearances and hearsay of a strange, faceless monster, along with a girl who can supposedly move things with her mind.

Warning: Warped time line.

“Y/N!” your elder brother called from the kitchen of the small rent home that your father had paid for in cash, his voice booming off the walls. “Would you hurry the hell up?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you huff out in annoyance, your fingers swiftly braiding your H/L, H/C hair into a loose French braid. You had already applied mascara onto your lashes from the single tube of the liquid substance that you owned, which had been snagged from a gas station one night while your father wasn’t looking. You quickly shimmied into your black denim jeans and shrugged on a loose black shirt and stepped into your ankle high black boots. You complete the dark look with a single pop of color, a green plaid shirt, which you promptly tied around your waist instead of slipping it onto your arms.

You snatched your army green bag from the floor of the makeshift room you were sharing with your little brother, Sam, since it was only a two roomed rent house, and tossed it over your shoulder, running out of the room.

“Here, you’re going to have to eat in the car,” Dean grunted as he handed you a plate of scrambled eggs and a few slices of bacon.

“Thanks,” you said as you took the plate from him, carful to not let the plastic fork drop to the ground.

“Sammy’s already in the car,” Dean said.

“Since when are you so eager to be on time?” You asked as you shove a fork full of eggs into your mouth.

“Dads orders,” Dean said.

You snorted, “Again, since when?”

Dean rolled his eyes at you, but put his arm around your shoulders as to usher you out of the house faster.

“I don’t know, but he wants us to behave this go around,” Dean explained.

“And by ‘us’ I assume he means just you and me?” You ask.

Dean smirks as he opens the door to the impala, “You know it.”

You chuckle slightly as you round the car to take your place in the passenger side seat. Sammy had always been the picture of innocence, he always took the classes he was put in seriously, liked to do his homework, and generally enjoyed the normal life.

You and Dean however, well, that was another story.

While you were slightly more behaved than Dean, you were nothing compared to Sam. Your grades were good enough to pass you, which is more than you could say for Dean most of the time, but they were not honor, nor banner, roll material for that matter. You preferred to spend the time you should be paying attention to your teacher drawing in your sketchbook or skipping out on classes to go sketch out the scenery elsewhere. Dean, however, enjoyed spending his time making out with random girls in the janitors closets or vacant classrooms.

“Alright, is everyone clear on their job?” Dean asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam muttered from the back seat. He had his elbow on the arm rest, and his face laying on his closed fist, brown puppy eyes staring blankly out the window.

“What’s wrong little one?” you asked, shifting around in your seat as Dean cranked the car, the engine sprang to life with a comforting purr.

“It’s nothing,” Sam muttered.

“Obviously not,” you countered, “You look like you just lost your best friend.”

“I don’t have a best friend to lose,” Sam sighed, “I hate bouncing from school to school. I don’t even know how to make friends! How am I supposed to get those kids to like me when they’re just going to think I’m trying to replace their dead friend?”

“We don’t know that the kid is dead, Sammy,” Dean muttered from the driver’s seat as he sped down the road ways to the school. You had no idea how Dean always knew the location of everything, but he always seemed to know where he was going. You had a suspicion that it was some kind of super power.

“Yea, we don’t know what happened to any of those missing people,” you said, quickly backing your older brother. “He’s only been gone a few days. He could even just be lost in the woods.”

“Yea, whatever you guys say,” Sam said as he turned his attention back to the scenery rolling by outside of the car window. You sighed at your little brother and fixed yourself in your seat, making brief eye contact with your older brother, a look you knew the meaning to all too well, as it had been drilled into your head since before you can remember.

Look out for Sammy.


All eyes followed your brother’s sleek impala as it pulled into the school parking lot, everyone’s normal morning activates came to a halt as they traded them in to watch you two of you get out the car, which had previously been blaring ACDC. Dean, as always, was the first to get out. He slammed the door shut, and suddenly, every pair of female eyes had turned to him, small smirks growing on some of their faces.

Dean sent a flirtatious wink to a group of four girls giving him the once over, who all busted out into girly giggles at the action. You rolled your eyes lightly but still chuckled at your brother’s behavior none the less.

You got out the car next, Sammy had already been brought to the middle school side where you three had spotted the Wheeler boy and his two friends, Sinclair and Henderson, getting off of their parked bikes. Sam had sighed dramatically at both his siblings encouragement to “go get them tiger” before you had let him out of the back seat, all three of his targets eyes swept over the impala and watched you leaning over to let your younger brother out. When you had seen them, you threw a wink at the young curly haired boy who turned red in response. When you and Dean pulled off, you could see the same kid approach Sam.

Now, you were the one slipping from the car. You rested your arms on the top of the impala, watching through your dark octagon sunglasses (also stolen from a gas station) as heads turned your way. The girls were quick to size you up and you saw more than a few of the boy’s checking you out. You resisted the urge to crinkle your nose at them. Unlike Dean, you were not flirtatious.

Not that you weren’t sexually attracted to people, you just didn’t see the point in forming a romantic attachment with someone when you knew you wouldn’t be staying around long. And you got attached a lot faster to people than you’d care to admit aloud, which is why you didn’t typically bother making friends either.

Your E/C gaze swept over the campus, mentally mapping it out and taking special precautions to note every exit you could see. Slowly, you rounded the car after shutting the door to meet Dean. The bell ran in the distance, and the two of you began to make your way to the building, where you would have to find the principal’s office to get your schedule and be ushered to your respective classes.

You let out a lengthy sigh, “How mad do you think dad would be if I skipped out of the first day?”

“I’m going to go with very.” Dean answered. “So don’t even think about it. We have orders to behave.”

You snorted, always the perfect soldier, that one.

“Whatever you say, big brother.”

The trip to the principal’s office was uneventful. You and Dean had each been given a copy of your schedule and were taken to separate classrooms, as Dean was a year older than you. You were lead to a class room with an older woman at the head, who made you say your full name and where you were from and asked if you had any specific hobbies, which you had answered, the latter of the questions being drawing and the violin.

You were then seated by a boy with long brown hair, who was staring intently at his text book, a faraway look on his face. From the photos that your father had shown you, you knew him to be Johnathan Byers, your mission. By the time the lunch bell rang, you had already planned your first move.


Your E/C eye quickly scanned the school yard, looking for the boy you had seen earlier in home room, Johnathan Byers, elder brother to Will Byers, the missing kid. From the few times you gazed had skimmed over him today, you had quickly discovered that he was a loner. He never interacted with one, never spoke out in class, or did anything to make himself stand out.

Your gaze soon washed over him, finding the boy sitting at a picnic table, characteristically by himself. He appeared to be flipping through something, you couldn’t make out what from this distance, but you soon planned on finding out. Every other table in the yard was full, friends had already clicked off and were going about their lunch, nibbling on the food their mothers had packed and catching up on the latest gossip the day had brought.

Heaving your school bag higher on your shoulder, you began making your way over to the table. Johnathan paid you no mind as you approached, most likely thinking that you were just a passerby. However, you stopped before him, the shade your shadow provided causing him to look up curiously.

“Mind if I sit? Everywhere else is full and loud.”

The boy blinked up at you a few times in shock before he slowly nodded, motioning for you to sit down. “Yea, go ahead.”

“Awesome, thanks.” You grinned.

You placed your bag down on the bench with a thunk and soon seated yourself. You began to dig through your bag, looking for the lunch Dean always packed, a ham sandwich in a plastic bag, a small bag of chips and a banana, all stuffed inside a brown paper bag.

“How come you’re not sitting with the others?” you asked casually as you slip the sandwich from your bag.

“Not much of a people person,” Johnathan responded.

You took a bite out of your sandwich, “I can respect that.”

The boy looked up at you from under his long bangs, “What about you?”

“Never stay in one place long enough to bother making friends,” you say nonchalantly, fishing around in your bag for the bottle of water Dean had also probably placed there. He was such a mother hen.

You soon found it and let out a satisfied, “Aha!” causing the boy to look up at you. You grinned sheepishly, “Sorry. I knew my brother put it in here. I just have a mess in this bag, kinda makes it hard to find things.”

Johnathan nodded, returning his attention to the thing he was flipping through before. Now that you were up close, you could see that he was flipping through a set of photos. It was then that you noticed the camera sitting beside his bag. So he’s in to photography…

“You have photography classes here?” you ask, your interest was peeked.

“Yea,” Johnathan replied, “Nothing to fancy, just the basics. And we have a dark room on campus.”

You bobbed your head up and down in recognition of his words, “I’d always wanted to learn how to develop pictures, but we don’t sit still long enough for me to learn. My dad’s a traveling detective,” you explained, hoping to peek the boy’s interest.

“A traveling deceive?”

“I don’t think that’s the actual term for it, but that’s what he does. He’s a member of the FBI that specializes in strange cases.”

Johnathan’s eyes flickered over you for a moment before he glued them back to the table. “What weird case is he working on here?”

Got him.

“There’s been a string of missing persons throughout the area. In this town Will Byers, but here’s been a bunch more in the surrounding towns. People just vanishing into thin air. No bodies, no signs of where they went.”

You took another bite of your sandwich.

“Dads says there’s gotta be a reason bodies aren’t turning up, whatever’s going on, whoever is behind this, he’s keeping them alive for a reason. At least that’s his figuring,” you explained further, opening your bag of chips.

You popped a Cheeto in your mouth and watched Johnathan’s brain reel from across the table as he soaked in the bits of information you had fed him. His fingers had long since stopped flipping through his collections of photos to simply rested upon them, unmoving.

“What do you think happened to them?” Johnathan ask quietly, his eyes glued to the grainy wood of the outdoor table.

“I think that my dad is the best at what he does, and I think he’s going to bring these people home to their families.” You met Johnathan’s gaze as he lifted his head and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Will is my little brother,” the boy admitted quietly.

“Well,” you paused, remembering he hadn’t actually introduced himself to you yet, “I’m sorry I’ve been chatting with you but I forgot to ask your name?”

“Johnathan Byers,” he introduced.

You smiled once more, “Well, Johnathan, my dad’s going to bring your little brother home.”

happy thoughts:

sana reconnecting back with people due to misunderstandings between them. (jamilla and isak).

sana helping people reconnect with one another again due to misunderstandings between them (even and the balloon squad).

and in turn, those people help her reconnect back with her best friends due to misunderstandings between them (the girl squad).

BTS Reaction | people starring at you in public

request: “BTS reaction to their S/O getting stared at by a lot of people when they go places (like in a good way because they think they’re pretty) 💕”


Kim Seokjin

He would be used to people starring at him and be very happy about the fact that everyone finds you quite attractive and looking at you as well. He would just be concerned about you feeling uncomfortable in some situations and try to shield you off those stares then. “We should leave and go somewhere else.”


Min Yoongi

Yoongi couldn’t care less about the people around looking at you. He would just get a little bit angry when men are starring or whistle at you and simply pull you closer to him and give those people the evil eye. “She’s mine, back off.” 


Kim Namjoon

Namjoon wouldn’t mind at all as he fully trust you. He would be kinda proud of how others find you attractive and wrap his arm around your waist in public to show them that he’s the lucky guy who gets to date you. “All eyes are fixed on you as always.”


Jung Hoseok

“My baby is so beautiful, they are all looking at you!” He would be happy that everyone is admiring you and wouldn’t see it as a bad thing. But when men are starring at you, he would get a little bit uncomfortable and mark his territory.


Park Jimin

Jimin wouldn’t mind females staring at you but get quite easily jealous if men are starring too long at you. He would pull you closer to him and give you his jacket if you were wearing something revealing to cover you in such situations. “Take my jacket please, I don’t like how those jerks are looking at you.” 


Jeon Jungkook

“You know, they are all looking at you.” He would be proud and see it as some kind of approval if fans were looking at you or asking for photos. He would just get angry if people don’t respect your privacy and would turn very protective of you then. “Maybe we should leave this place and go somewhere more privat.”


Kim Taehyung

“You’re so beautiful that everyone’s looking at you.” Taehyung would see it as a compliment and as long as you weren’t uncomfortable with the stares, it wouldn’t bother him at all. “You’re okay with it? Or do you want to go somewhere else?” He would ask if he thinks that you feel uncomfortable.