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When was I gonna see this 😭 when did this even happen wtf 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

#what is this #tumblr blaze #??????? tumblr #I can’t seem to figure out it works #it’s only been a few months #how long was I gone 💀

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Nancy : Why is Dustin crying?

Steve : I am having Max be mean to him.

Nancy: What?? Why??

Steve: He got a D in Spanish and then cheated.

Nancy : Well, you can't use Max for that, discipline your child yourself.

Robin : Nance, max got straight A's , she needs to be rewarded too.

Eddie : it's a win-win.

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DO YOU LOVE EDDIE AS WELL?

YES I SO DOOOOO<3333 he’s such a cutie!

(But robin>>>>>)

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I would ask how you don’t like tea but you eat coffee beans as a time pass so never mind

Thanks for the tag tho bby @koostarcandy

Idk if I lack common sense or not and I don’t own multiple hoodies because of the weather but it’s still true for the rest of my clothing— otherwise, pretty accurate I’d say💀<3

Tagging: @stanknotstark @justfangirlthingies @thespiritoflife @/everyone<3

What Is Your Academia?

was tagged by @babiekaykes

accurate, I love this vibe🥺❤️

i tag @afternoonteabiscuit @btsgotjams27 @casuallyimagining @chimknj @chryblossomjjk @dreamescapeswriting @dreamypjm @daechwitatamic @ffion451 @gimmethatagustd @hoebii @kookstempo @moccahobi @missgeniality @magicshopaholic @parkdatjimin @ressjeon @sunshinejunghoseokie @taegularities & everyone else who wants to!! <3

#tag game #my mutuals ❤️ #tagged #chaotic fam #chaotic academic aesthetic #academia aesthetic

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the most depressing song ever

fandom: stranger things

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader, vecna x reader (platonic)

summary: fluff, what will happen if your friends play your fav song which is depressing song? INSPIRED BY TIKTOK

warnings: depressing song, grammatical errors, my first time to write for stranger things.. so um, i hope u like it! let me know pls if yes!

What were you doing here? You didn't know.

You were in school. Nobody was here except...

Eddie put the music on and then turned to you with a smirk on his face. "Can we dance?"

You walked up to him. "Gladly."

A Queen song came on the radio and Eddie grabbed your waist.

You wanted to look into his eyes but Eddie was in his mood, eyes closed and enjoying the music.

You sighed. You opened your mouth and wanted to say: "I love..." when you stopped. Something wasn't right here. Why were you at the school gym? Alone and with Eddie? You should have been somewhere else. With his friends and... Eddie.

You turned pale. "Something is wrong," you whispered horrified, and as soon as you finished, Eddie's face changed to Vecna.

***

And it was fucked up. Y/N's eyes went up and she was no longer present here.

"Y/N. Wake up!" Eddie screamed but Dustin pushed him away.

"What's her fav song, dude?!" Dustin screamed, looking for headphones.

"I DO NOT KNOW. Y/N, wake up!!" Eddie was shaking you.

"Try to remember!!"

"Fuck. Fuck. I don't know...." Eddie put his head in his hands and tried to remember.

***

Y/N was lying on the bed with headphones in her ears. Eddie couldn't help it, he had to go to her.

"What song are you listening to, darling?"

Y/N didn't respond. And then Eddie realized he was an idiot. She couldn't hear him. He solved it in his way, took the girl's headphones, and put them into his ears. He always wondered what Y/N's taste in music was. Metallica? Pop?

"Eddie! Stop it!" Y/N frowned. She wanted to take her headphones back, but Eddie refused.

So he did not expect what came out of the headphones. He looked at Y/N in disbelief. "Really?"

***

Vecna ​​was all over you and you weren't running. You didn't even try. You didn't care. You're going to die anyway, aren't you? Your friends didn't know your fav song. Unfortunately. Neither did Eddie.

"Do what you have to do," you said. Vecna ​​shrugged and was about to do his job when suddenly the notes of your song were heard. You listened in shock. Did Eddie remember that??!

You started running when Vecna ​​stopped you. He looked shocked.

"This is ur fav song?!"

You nodded your head. "So?"

"Are you okay?" Vecna looked at you. You sighed. Yeah, your fav song was the most depressing ever.

"I could've been better," you answered honestly.

"Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I've got a lot of time."

You had tears in your eyes. You were moved. "That would be amazing. I'd appreciate it, man."

"I'm here if you want to talk really."

"I will. Really," you repeated and he's still looking at you in shock.

"... yeah..."

***

Suddenly you found yourself on the grass and in Eddie's arms. What?

"Y/N! Are you okay?? God I was so scared!" he hugged you

You sighed and hugged him back. "I am alright. I had a good talk with Vecna."

Dustin looked at you like you fell from Mars. "What?"

Eddie grabbed your hand. "Y/N, sweetie, you need to change ur fav song."

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Why are you unworthy to pick up Mjolnir?

Simple. I'm not

(I'm kidding probably because i can often be both arrogant insecure)

Tagging: @tokiore/@gojos-exe @koostarcandy @fancyonlyme25 @mishi42

MARVEL TAG GAME.

Why are you unworthy to pick up Mjolnir?

I'm unworthy because I'm too stubborn and refuse to drink coke after it's too watered down or unfizzy 😅😂

Tagging: @high-functioning-lokipath @justfangirlthingies @biancablack2474 @lucywrites02 @gaitwae

#tag game #marvel #tag yourself #why are you unworthy for mjolnir

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Deleting Tumblr and discord for a while :(

I'll be back after my exams next month ✌🏼

Sayonara darlings~

#my mutuals ❤️ #im sad to go #i cannot tell a lie #also #i cannot wait to be done with school

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you know i'll still love you. - jungkook x reader

you're not okay, how could you be okay? shakily pressing the button to lock your car, it takes literally everything to trudge up the steps of your apartment and press buttons so your elevator reaches quickly. you rest your head against the cool tiled wall, taking in the events of the day.

in summary? rejection, stress and general disappointment.

your application for this internship you really wanted got rejected, point blank. no thought given to the hard work you put in, all the coaxing you had to do so your application could go through just went down the drain.

with your finals nearing, you feel like you've forgotten everything you studied, though a certain someone would say otherwise. you have test after test, assignment after assignment and it seems like the world is closing in on you, making sure you get the taste of good old stress.

you even saw your old friends doing much better than you, like they said would. how could they be so okay, with you gone? did you not affect them the way they affect you? you can't even revisit old memories without tearing up and worse, having to listen to other people on how you were silly for losing them. you know you're stubborn, not going back what you said and keeping the distance you initially wanted.

but it hurts, so bad. it hurts that you're the only one stuck in the past unable to move on. you know you can't go undo your mistakes, untangle the mess you created. you admit its your fault, for being so petty, so selfish, being stubborn.

you feel your shoulders hunching, invisible weight on you weighing on you more than ever. you straighten yourself up either way, determined to not let anything show through, knowing the person on the other side of the door would've had an equally stressful day. you open the door to a quiet boiling in the kitchen, the smell of chicken soup wafting through the air. a peek of black hair and a soft "hello, you" signals that your boyfriend's done it yet again.

he says he just knows when you're having a bad day, that when you give him the run through of your day through text or a voicemail, how much ever you hide it, he's gonna have to know the name and location of the person who spoiled his baby's day.

your bag falls with a thud to the fall, your socked feet moving in a pace you didn't know you could walk in, wrapping your arms around a buff tattooed arm, the smell of soup and fabric conditioner already calming your senses. the gas is switched off immediately, the buff arm you were clutching onto escapes your tired grasp and finds it place around your waist, joining the other hand to make the comfiest form of love you know.

you tuck your face into jungkook's neck, hands wrapped around his shoulder. gentle kisses are littered all over your neck and soft whispers of "you did well today, as usual" and "thank you for breakfast this morning, it was wonderful" sounds like sweet music to your ears right now. soothing caresses and with gentle coaxing, jungkook plants two sweet kisses on the roses of your cheek, a fail-proof attempt to make you smile.

you muster a tiny one, a smile nonetheless. he ushers you to the bathroom, urging you to clean up and wash away the icky feelings of the day. you do just as he says, for a change, doing everything quickly so you could go back to your bear-hugger of a boyfriend.

jungkook feeds you spoon by spoon of his admittedly good chicken soup, paired with some crispy seaweed because, "what is it if we don't do weird food combinations?" you shake your head at jungkook's comment, snuggling further and further into his warmth, until you're on top of him, attention fully shifted to the tv, sending judgy faces to the host of 'is it cake?'

jungkook decides he likes it just like this, pulling the all-time favourite grey blanket over you, sliding down slowly so you're both flat. you've already drifted to dreamland, seemingly satisfied with the humble dinner and crappy tv show, the hunched shoulders he saw in the beginning seems like its free now, his hands gently massaging the blades of your shoulders.

he whispers the customary i love you, not minding the fact that you're way too deep in sleep to reply back. jungkook feels so lucky to love you just the way you are, flaws and all. he hopes you know that with every action of yours, he's totally endeared by anything you come up with it, grasping it tightly and locking it away in a place in his heart reserved just for you. god, he hopes you know the effortless way you light his whole world up, even on its darkest days.

he promises and knows he'll love you through it all, through all the petty fights and serious blow-ups, through the days where you feel up to your mark, through the times when you really need a hand guiding you. he knows you would do the same for him, unconditionally.

a/n: just a mini teensy tiny thing before i go back to my lil hole and bury myself in more work ^^

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Thank you for the tag bae<4

Last song: Mafia in the morning by Itzy

Last movie: L4yer

Currently reading: Mathematics (and a shit ton of BL manhwas)

Tagging: @justfangirlthingies @stanknotstark @mellifluousart @mishi42 @/anyone else who wants to do it

Thank you so much for the tag @queenies-of-the-universe <3

Last song: Baby hotline - Jack Stauber

Last movie: Turning Red

Currently reading: Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

Tagging: @rogerspinksparklyconverse @wiesel-mercury @finland-shoes @roger-s-maracas and anyone else who wants to do this! (No pressure)

#tag game #cute tag game #meth

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The (Tiny) Adventures of A Chick Named Gilfred (Loki x reader) Pt. 1

Sut = the sound of the word søt which means sweet in Norwegian 

Father = reader, mother = Loki for clarification, this will be remedied in the next part however. 

Also i would like to start by saying, it’s a magic chicken so don’t question why he knows what he knows like what a phone is and such, he’s smart but basically a curious child, idk i dont want to explain why he knows everything 😂

Lastly, enjoy the fic! I had a lot of fun writing from Gilfred’s POV and can’t wait to write more in the future. Happy Easter everybody!

Summary: Based off the fic, A Snitch in Slumber, Gilfred is the newest addition to Loki and reader’s life and love. Just a small chick that wants to explore the world and loves his parents very much enjoying his first Easter.

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The (Tiny) Adventures of A Chick Named Gilfred (Loki x reader) Pt. 1

Sut = the sound of the word søt which means sweet in Norwegian 

Father = reader, mother = Loki for clarification, this will be remedied in the next part however. 

Also i would like to start by saying, it’s a magic chicken so don’t question why he knows what he knows like what a phone is and such, he’s smart but basically a curious child, idk i dont want to explain why he knows everything 😂

Lastly, enjoy the fic! I had a lot of fun writing from Gilfred’s POV and can’t wait to write more in the future. Happy Easter everybody!

Summary: Based off the fic, A Snitch in Slumber, Gilfred is the newest addition to Loki and reader’s life and love. Just a small chick that wants to explore the world and loves his parents very much enjoying his first Easter.

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Please, I beg you, tell us how your dad discovered that your mother was the citrus poltergeist?

He didn't! At least not until later.

The citrus haunting flirtation strategy was a bust so mom had to change tactics.

She low-key stalked my dad for a bit (they were in the same French class, she was extremely quiet so he was only vaguely aware she existed and that she was the reason his grade got docked because she confronted the professor about his sexism for marking down girls for not typing up their papers while letting guys turn them in hand-written, but that's another story). She figured out his favorite haunts and the bar near campus where he and his friends hung out.

So she puts on her cute blouse one night and goes there and sits at the bar, looking aloof and bored until he approaches her. He mentions he's never seen her drink there before and she lies her ass off and says she's there all the time.

Uh huh. (He's starting to catch on.)

He asks if he can buy her a glass of wine.

My mother, trying to maintain the allure of worldly aloofness, gives him withering look and asks if he knows what good wine is.

And my rich-kid wine-snob dad smirks and says I have a pretty good idea.

One thing leads to another, he asks if she wants to get out of there and go back to his place, and she asks him what time he's okay with getting up. Because she has work at the library the next morning but her car is a shitbox whose battery is on its last legs and she'll need to get up early to call AAA to have them jumpstart her dead car battery so she can get to work on time, so if he's okay with getting up really early so she can get her car jumped then yes, but if he needs to sleep in, then no.

My dad blinks and informs her that is the weirdest answer he has ever gotten to that question.

....And presumably was okay with an early morning wakeup because that's how my parents got together.

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Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–

and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???

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So one of my best friends, “Ben” and I were at this wedding a few years back for some mutual friends, and we both got pretty hammered. Ben is a guy and I’m more or less girl-shaped (this is relevant). Because we were both way too drunk to get ourselves home and the wedding was at a hotel, we figured after the reception we’d go to the front desk and see if there were any rooms available and just go halfsies to save money, since we’ve been buddies since 9th grade and have definitely both drunkenly crashed in the same spaces on multiple occasions and it’s never been weird.

Well, the receptionist assumed we were a couple and looked at us in dismay as she informed us with trepidation that the only room she had left–

– had TWO beds.

And I laughed so hard I got the hiccups a) because NOOOOO we definitely wanted TWO beds, not a couple, that was the plan, and b) because it was THE OPPOSITE of the “there was only one bed” trope.

Anyway I woke up in the morning with no pillows on my bed, and all the pillows on Ben’s bed, because apparently he snored and I kept hucking pillows at him through the night until I ran out of ammo. 

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So I am in a wedding party where I am the best man and very close with both the bride and the groom. This means I was part of both the bachelor and bachelorette parties, on subsequent weekends.  To give you an idea of how those respective experiences were, here is a general summary of the conversations I had on the following Mondays when asked about my weekend: “So how was the Bachelor party?” “Good, I was a little hung over Sunday morning but nothing a cup of coffee couldn’t fix, and there was very little clean up!”

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“So how was the Bachelorette party?” “Well, we don’t think my knee needs surgery but I’m gonna be in a brace for a bit. Broke my oath about not drinking liquor out of a bowl ever again though, so that’s on me. Also luckily we aren’t being billed for the shattered glass door! No idea what I’m gonna do with all these one dollar bills though…”

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im obsessed with self improvement *continues to rot*