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jaidens · 1 month

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ermm

guys i really am so sorry ive been unactive for like … actually months! i just have been so busy, and tumblr is like the last thing on my mind. i will try to finish some requests at some point!

#♬ — jaidens rambling #✿ — jaidensmooties

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jaidens · 2 months

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i dont know how to start this story oml

#♬ — jaidens rambling #im strugglinggggg

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jaidens · 3 months

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ooo lalalaa

Playing with the boys

Inspired by this post and @calkale's reblog! A whole hecking stillset of Slider in the volleyball scene! Also.. click (and maybe open the image in a new tab or download) to get the full experience!! (It's in glorious uhd/4k)

More gifsets and stills on my blog/mostly focusing on TG and M:I. Any gif or still suggestions? Ask Box is open

#☆ — dal!!#— jaidens rbs

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jaidens · 3 months

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˚ ༘⋆.˚— THE GOSPEL TRUTH.

rahhh!! okay!!! so i don’t really have a specific reason for doing this event, i kinda just felt like it. so naturally it’s gonna be themed after my current hyperfixation greek mythology!!!

please limit to one req per ask!!

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˚ 🏛️⋆.˚—.1.31 - 2.10

꒰ DIONYSUS ꒱ . . . (moots only!!) tell me what greek god/ess you think my parent would be and i’ll tell you yours!

꒰ ACHILLES ꒱ . . . standard tumblr games (cym, kmk, sop, etc.)

꒰ APHRODITE ꒱ . . . (moots only!!) give me five things that i love and i’ll give you five you that you love 💗

꒰ HERMES ꒱ . . . talk to me! tell me about your day, your current hyperfixation or whatever’s on your mind :) please don’t vent!!

꒰ HADES ꒱ . . . give me one of your unpopular opinions, and i’ll give you my take on it!

꒰ ZUES ꒱ . . . rankings, top fives, what are your opinions on __

꒰ APOLLO ꒱ . . . give me headcannons/thoughts about a certain character (can be about me, or can be platonic/ romantic!)

꒰ POSEIDON ꒱ . . . (moots only!!) give me a song i remind you of and i’ll give you one!

꒰ HERA ꒱ . . . ask me anything! (within reason! no creeps allowed or i will not answer/block.)

꒰ PERSEPHONE ꒱ . . . give me a character and i’ll give you my opinions/thoughts of them.

꒰ NIKE ꒱ . . . tell me a fun/ not so fun fact about history and i’ll give you one back!

꒰ MORPHEUS ꒱ . . . tell me about your dreams/aspirations or your actual dreams you have in either wake or sleep!!

tagging mooties: @spaceagebachelormann @mictodii @faerieroyal @stvrlighttgabss @dizzyntrr @doyouknowwhoyouare13 @juneberrie @bellybumm @jaidens @dljcem @isitovrnow(i’m sorry i don’t remember all of you!! ): )

#☆ — dal!!

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jaidens · 3 months

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Can you do a pete mitchell fic based on you are in love by Taylor Swift

you are in love - pete mitchell.

Pete Mitchell was known for his absolute confidence in the sky. His smart mouth and snarky remarks that made his higher ups groan when they heard another report of Maverick causing conflict. This left him in an unstable position. With his understanding of himself, his friends, his coworkers, and his entire life. Whenever he did something wrong, he was stationed in another place in hopes he would change.

He met you when he was in his lower high. Pete wasn’t in his uniform. In a baggy white tee and a pair of jeans. Simple, but it was permanently engraved in your mind. He stood in the corner, talking to one of his old friends and gave you a smile from across the room. One meant just for you. It was at that point whenever the sparks were lit, and the love had exploded.

Here you are now, sitting on his couch after a burnt toast fiasco, drinking his coffee in his white tee. You felt undeniably safe, as if your fears had disappeared as he stared at you. Pete was someone that wasn't simple to understand; you enjoyed the idea of learning all about someone however. Pete paused drinking, set his coffee down, and pressed a kiss to the corner of your forehead and whispered. “Don’t tell Goose, but you’re my best friend.”

At that point you knew, he was in love.

You understand why people were so unable to explain their love. The idea of loving someone so much that it feels impossible seemed crazy to you. On the other hand, the idea of not loving Pete as much as you did seemed crazier. It was love, true love.

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #pete mitchell x you #pete mitchell x y/n #top gun 1986 #top gun

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jaidens · 3 months

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RAHHH ME TOO HRU???

IM GOOD!! WBU?

#♬ — jaidens rambling #✿ — jaidensmooties #☆ — dal!!

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jaidens · 3 months

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JAIDENNNNN!!! HI MY LOCE!!!

HI DAL MY LOVE !!! IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH 🥰

#♬ — jaidens rambling #✿ — jaidensmooties #☆ — dal!!

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jaidens · 3 months

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Can you do a Steve randle fic where the reader's dad won't let her keep dating him so they have to keep it a secret but they get found out anyway and the fic is really angsty but it ends fluffy between Steve and y/n

i would marry you in secret

pairing [s] : steve randle x fem!reader

warnings [s] mentions of : controlling parents, hatred against greasers, violence with the plot of “The Outsiders”

a/n [s] : hey… hi everyone

In Tulsa, there was an obvious separation between the Greasers and the Socs. It was hard enough living in an environment with such prejudice, but when you fell head over heels for one of the Greasers; it was even worse. Your father was a wealthy businessman man, who had already set up your life. You would inherit the money which would go to your husband, who was already decided to be one of his partners son; who was the head of the football team.

You couldn’t have cared less about his son’s ignorance, or the way he creepily sneaked up on you in the hallways. His disgusting aftershave that made you sick, and the switchblade that he kept in the back of his expensive pant pockets. Your secret life hadn’t been known by many. How you hung around the east side more than your own. Steve Randle had been the reason why you became such a ‘rebel’ by your parents. He had treated you better than anybody, even if it began on a stigma between the two of you. You were walking through the eastside, your purse pulled to the front of your body.

It wasn’t that you were scared of walking through, it was the cold weather that made you regret wearing the dress without a pair of warmer stockings. The wispy October air sent a shiver down your spine, and the trees blew leaves onto the ground. You ran your hands over your arms, hugging into yourself.

When you were relaxed, a voice had suddenly appeared behind you.

“Hey there, pretty lady,” The voice spoke, a small twang intertwined. “What’cha doing on this part of town?” You were finally given a look at the man. A thick denim jacket, smears of grease and oil splattered on his blue uniform. His hair was perfectly swooped, and a warm smile grazed his lips.

“I don’t want any trouble. I’m just walking home.” Embarrassingly, a chitter hit your voice when you were talking. The man waved his hands in the air. “No trouble here. Do you want my jacket, you seem cold.” You weren’t able to even disagree, when his jacket was wrapped around your shoulders.

“I’m Steve. Steve Randle.” Steve smiled at you, and put his hand out to be shaken. You shook it with a matching smile on his face. He happened to walk you home, and only show you the kindness of a southern gentleman. Steve explained about his job, his family, his brothers, and told you many facts about his favorite type of car.

You undeniably began to swoon over the man. You chose to walk the wrong route home, just in case Steve showed up to walk you home. One of the days, it had happened. He was waiting for you, and small flower that had been plucked from one of the local florist stands. You took it, and Steve put it in the pocket of your handbag.

You had traded your number for the flower, and now you had been anxiously awaiting his call in the depths of your room. You shivered underneath your blankets whenever the phone rattled on your wall, and you jumped up to answer it. “Hello!” You had blurted quite loudly.

“Were you waiting for my call, doll? Can I come over? It has been awhile since you visited me.” Steve said, clicking his tongue as he finished to signify his sarcasm laced words. “Sure.. but be quiet. My parents are on a date, but I still have neighbors." You giggle once the phone is hung up against the wall.

You looked in your vanity mirror, giving yourself a quick smile and lying down back in bed. Ten minutes later, you can hear the sound of knocks against your bedroom window. You open your curtains and find Steve with a big smile crowding his face. You smile once the window is open and he attaches a small peck to the apple of your cheek. “Well hello to you too!”

Steve crawls through the window and falls against your bed. His usual work uniform was replaced with a pair of dark blue jeans, and a relaxed white tee. You couldn’t lie to his face, but he was the most handsome man you had seen in a while. He gives you a dumb smile, his pearly whites shining at you. Steve made you giddy, and made you want to draw hearts all over his face.

“I missed you.” You admit quietly. Steve’s hand goes to the heart of your face and he caresses the skin gently. His eyes capture yours, and he nods. There's bruises that litter his face, and on his nose is a dark purple and green bruise. “What happened here, love?" The name makes Steve perk up, but then sink down.

“Some Socs on our side of town were messing with me when I was doing stuff.” Steve explains, a sense of anger that pulls through his words. You give him a small frown, and put a small kiss against the tip of his nose. “It was that guy your Dad wants you to marry.” Steve’s added words makes your heart race with added anger. David had been one of the worst men you had met, and he would walk the wrong way home just to mess with the Greasers.

“I hate him.” You groaned, slapping the back of your hand across your forehead and falling against your pillows. Steve followed, putting his head against your secondary pillow. He pulled you close, his hands wrapping around your back. You giggled as he kissed you, your hand falling against his chest. In the quietly moment, you had fallen asleep against his warmth. The sound of his heart beating, and the idea that he was a portable heater caused you to doze off into the corner of his shoulder and neck.

In what seemed to be a perfect moment, a sudden rush of yelling at the sound of your father screaming at Steve. His face was more angry than anything you had seen. He had picked Steve up by the shoulder and was yelling at him to leave. “Dad! What are you doing!?” You frantically screamed, but your mother’s crabby hands had pulled you away from attacking your father’s face.

Steve caught your eye as he solemnly left, embarrassed more than anything. You, on the other hand, had your blood boiling as you huffed and yelled at your dad. However, your father would have always been right.

“Dad, I love him and he loves me! What’s so hard about that?” Your father put his hand on the table, his finger in your face, and broke the thin glass. “It is because he is a dirty Greaser! He’s trouble!” In a fit of rage, you grabbed your sweater and left the house with a slam of the door. You wipe away the tears that drip, with only two things in your mind: Steve Randle and the east side.

Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to leave with the freezing air breaking through your sweater. You walk quicker once you hear some distant yelling and the recognizable neighborhood that lived The Curtis’ home. It was where Steve would go during hard times, and it also held where his best friend was. You hadn’t ever been in the house, you had only seen him walking there or saying bye to his friends that disappeared in the small home.

You walk closer to the home, whose porch light was on and you could hear distant shouts of unhappy couples. You run up to the door, knocking against it and attempting to not freeze in the time it takes to open the door. A taller, older man opens the door. A dirty white t-shirt and baggy jeans. “Who is it!?” A shout from further away, knocks you back into reality. “Is Steve here?” The man nods, and yells for Steve to come out to the front door.

Steve walks in, hands in his pockets. You give him a small smile, and he frowns at you. “You shouldn’t be here.” He whispers once he comes into contact with your hand. “I know. But, I couldn’t leave you.” Steve pulls you forward before he kisses you while holding onto you tightly.

“Your daddy is gonna kill me.” Steve says once he pulls you back in for another round of shared kisses.

Maybe he would, but you’d rather die than be separated from Steve.

#steve randle x y/n #steve randle the outsiders #steve randle x reader #steve randle x female reader #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfic #the outsiders steve

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jaidens · 3 months

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ITS NO USE JO, WEVE GOTTA HAVE IT OUT. I HAVE LOVED YOU EVER SINCE IVE KNOWN YOU JO.

#♬ — jaidens rambling #my favorite movie ever

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