#me in seventh grade: I am straight :)

[ladykailitha]

The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 1

I do have the next part of “Can Anybody Hear Me?” ready but I wanted to start putting this one out. So it’ll be every other day posting between the two fics. And my muse has latched on to the soulmate genre and I’m working on that one too. So when this one is finished, I’ll start posting that one too.

This will have four parts. And the format is a little different. Anything labelled “After” is after Steve and Eddie get together. And anything labeled “Before” happens before they get together.

Summary: Steve has a problem. One he really doesn’t understand. The people closest to him think he’s straight. Well, there are few exceptions. He just wasn’t expecting Eddie and Robin to be in Camp Straight Steve. In a series of vignettes about the people closest to Steve and Eddie finding out that maybe Steve is subtler than they thought.

*

The Morning After

Steve was in the kitchen making breakfast when Eddie stumbled in, all groggy and bleary eyed. He threw himself into a bar stool and groaned. Steve slid over a cup of coffee and the sugar.

Eddie dumped in half the sugar and stirred vigorously. He took a long grateful sip and then looked over at Steve who was trying not to smile over his cup of coffee.

“What the hell happened last night?” he asked Steve.

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “Oh. Um...I didn’t think you were that drunk. I should tell you, but I would prefer if you could remember. So why don’t you finish your coffee and get a shower and if you still don’t remember I promise I’ll‒”

Eddie hurried around the counter to cut him off by putting his finger to his lips. “That’s not what I meant, sweetheart. I worded it badly. Of course I remember. It just came out of left field for me, okay?” He moved to kiss Steve but Steve jumped on to the counter, dodging the kiss.

Eddie frowned. “Steve?”

“I don’t know why everyone says that me liking guys comes out from nowhere,” Steve muttered darkly. “Yeah, I’m not as overt with guys as I am with girls, but I can’t be, can I?”

Eddie gulped. Okay, Steve had a point. “How long have you known you like boys?”

Steve hung his head and sighed. “I’ve know I liked boys before I knew I liked girls.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “Come again?”

“I was like eight,” Steve explained. “There was this boy. Candy Andy they called him. Because he always had a big bag of hard candy every day. He used to save a strawberry candy. You know the ones with the jelly centers?” Eddie nodded. “I didn’t particularly like them, but I liked him so I ate it anyway.”

“Awww,” Eddie cooed. “Baby Steve was a sweetheart.”

Steve blushed. “One day after school, I asked him why. He said that he liked how the jelly made my lips pucker.”

“Smooth little fucker,” Eddie said with a grin.

“Yeah,” Steve said. “And then he kissed me.”

“So cute,” Eddie said. “Whatever happened to Candy Andy?”

Steve sighed. “He got outed half way through my seventh grade year and got bullied so bad, his parents were forced to move.”

Eddie frowned. “His last name wouldn’t have been Costello would it?”

Steve reared his head back. “Yeah, it was. Why?”

Eddie chuckled. “It appears that we had the same first boyfriend.”

Steve’s eyes went wide and he tilted his head forward. “Excuse me?”

“You know how Tommy would call me fag and queer all the time?” Eddie asked, biting his lips.

“Sure,” Steve said. “It was his favorite insult.”

“Well,” Eddie slowly, “with me it wasn’t just an insult. I was the one he caught making out with Andy under the bleachers.”

“Oh, shit,” Steve breathed. “How were you not bullied to hell?”

“Oh they tried,” Eddie said with a grin. “But I would flirt right back. It made them uncomfortable enough that they stopped.”

Steve giggled. “I think we got off the topic.”

Eddie’s smile faltered. “A bit. I’m sorry, sweetheart. That was a stupid thing for me to say. Because you’re right, you have to be subtle. Especially someone like you with your parents and sports and all that other bullshit I didn’t have to deal with.” He cupped Steve’s cheek. “It’s just...Christ, Steve. You were known as the ladies’ man. You could have any girl you wanted with the crook of your finger.”

Steve sighed. “I know but I’ve had loads of crushes on boys.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Like who?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Look, let’s just say with boys, I have a very particular type.”

Eddie leaned back and eyed him. “I’m listening.”

Steve threw his arms in the air. “This is so bad. Tommy H.”

Eddie chuckled. “Saw that one coming. Who else?”

“This one is so horrible,” Steve said with a small whine, “and if you tell Max, I swear to God, no one will find your body.”

Eddie’s eyebrows went up. “Billy Hargrove? Are you serious?”

“Not my proudest moment, to be sure,” Steve said, ducking his head. “He was a racist bastard. But fucking hell he was hot.” He went on to list a couple other guys and they all had one thing in common. They were considered ‘bad boys’.

“You including me in that list, darlin’?” Eddie asked with a wink.

Steve blushed deeply. “Drug dealer, metalhead, in a band...”

“Wanted for murder...”

Steve shoved at him playfully. “Innocent as a new born deer.”

Eddie chuckled. “You forgive me?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie leaned forward and kissed him. Steve opened his legs, allowing Eddie to slot himself in between them, bringing them closer together. Eddie put one hand on Steve’s waist and the other slid into his hair, deepening the kiss. 

Steve sighed happily.

*

Two Months Ago

Steve had assumed that he hadn’t needed to come out as bisexual. He flirted with guys as easily as he flirted with girls.

So it came as a bit of shock when he came out to Robin that maybe he was subtler than he thought. Either that or everyone else was more dense than he expected.

“Hey, Robs,” he said, one day at work. “Can we talk?”

She turned around and smiled at him. “Sure, dingus. What’s up?”

“I think I have a crush on Eddie...” he whispered.

She pushed him playfully. “Come on, man. Don’t joke about that stuff.”

Steve frowned. “Why would I joke about that?” He ticked off reasons on his fingers. “I think about him all the time. I want to spend every hour of every day in his company. I get butterflies when he walks into a room. I can’t stop smiling when we’re together. Maybe you’ve got a different explanation for all that, because it certainly feels like a crush to me.”

She blinked at him owlishly. “So why didn’t you say something when I told you I was gay? We were both hyped up on truth serum.”

Steve sighed. “I knew that if I started talking about it, I wouldn’t be able to stop. You are so vibrant and outgoing and free. Being gay for you is just adding another sparkle to who you are.”

“And you think being gay or bi or whatever isn’t a good look for you?” Robin asked, incredulous.

Steve hung his head. “You think I don’t know my reputation. You think I don’t know what would happen to me if people found out I like boys?”

She blinked for a moment. “Every girl you’ve ever dated would suddenly freak out on you for being ‘fake’.”

Steve nodded, fighting back tears. “I know I don’t show that side of me often but...”

Robin sighed heavily. “You were hoping I had a functioning gaydar?”

He ducked his head and turned away.

“Oh, Steve...” she murmured and gave him the biggest hug. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have at least noticed how differently you treat Eddie to everyone else. Because yeah, now that you’ve mentioned it, I can see it.”

“I love him so much,” he whispered into her shoulder. “But I don’t know how to show people this is a part of me.”

“Holy shit,” she said suddenly sitting up. “‘And more.’ That’s what you said.  You like both. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening to you. Because you listened to me. I feel like a bad best friend.”

He held her close. “Just tell me how to come out everyone else and I’ll forgive you.”

She laughed. “Not even I know how to do that. Like the only people besides you that knows I like girls are Nancy because she figured it out and Jonathan who has a strangely functioning gaydar.”

Steve had a pretty good idea why, but he didn’t know for sure.

A customer came in and the moment as gone.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #coming out #ladykailtiha writes

[thatone-aroace-friend]

Please stop shipping characters on the aroace spectrum

guys please stop doing this because it can be kinda harmful to people on the aroace spectrum because your essentially erasing their identity. Cuz as a community we get very little representation in the media which is just kind of sad and annoying because I spent a good portion of my elementary and middle school years wondering why I wasn't really getting crushes like everyone else and everyone was fascinated with the dating world which was bizarre to me. I didn't know what it meant to be aromantic or an asexual until the middle of my seventh grade year and for a lot of people they don't find out until they are much older. This is partially because we get so little representation and at this point we are willing to take whatever we can get. Okay like I can count all the characters in the media who are on the aroace spec on one hand. ONE HAND. It also doesn't help that we are often excluded from lgbtq+ spaces. This is because a lot of people think we aren't really repressed or discriminated against. or whatever the fuck which it's always funny for me to hear someone say that because when they say that they're only contradicting themselves. When I came out to one of my friends who was also gay gave me a look of disgust when I said it and just kind of rolled her eyes. Even though I am bi or pan or whatever the fuck I don't know to explain it but ugh Anyways point is the fact that straight and cis aroace spec people are constantly discriminated against by the lgbtq+ community because we're straight passing. However we are also constantly told that we'll find someone someday and that we're just being picky and it fucking passes me off. So yeah don't ship character in the media who are on the aroace spectrum because we get very little representation as it is

#Aroace #aromantic #asexual #ace spec #aro spec #aroace spectrum #aroacespec #aroace struggles #aroace character #aro characters #ace characters #I'm just so tired of this shit #Like could you be any more disrespectful #This is legit like bi erasure #wtf people #get your shit together

[stranger-fanfiction-n-things]

CHAPTER 1: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: Meet the Sinclair Family!

Word Count: 1602

Masterlist

PROLOGUE || PART I || PART II

Monday November 7, 1983 - SINCLAIR RESIDENCE

The shrill of my alarm clock wakes me out of my sleep. Reluctantly, I reach over my bed pressing the top of the clock to stop the alarm. I roll onto my back staring up at the ceiling. Last night I dreamed I was on Fame dancing before Debbie Allen. Her character, Lydia Grant told me I should audition for Juilliard. 

You've got big dreams? You want fame? Well, fame costs. And right here is where you start paying ... in sweat.

I count down from five in my head, mentally preparing myself for the day ahead. Flipping the warm covers off, I shiver at the chill running through my body. Although the days have been relatively warm, the past couple of days, it was winter in Hawkins. After making up my bed, I go straight to my closet rummaging through my clothes to find an outfit and settle on a pair of black denim jeans, a light pink button up shirt, a thick white cardigan and black penny loafers. I neatly place my clothes on my bed and shoes on the carpet before tiptoeing towards the door. I wince at the loud creak as I open my door, peeking my head through the small gap. My eyes dart towards the bathroom. It was empty. 

It was a battle every morning for the bathroom Lucas, Erica and I all shared. No one was allowed in Mom and Dads en suite bathroom. I grab my towel on the hanger behind my door and scurry to the bathroom before I got caught in the crossfire between Lucas and Erica. 

Closing the door behind me and hanging my towel on the rack beside the shower. I quickly turn the shower on to let Lucas and Erica know I was in the bathroom then lean over the basin inspecting my appearance in the large mirror. I sigh in disappointment. Yet another morning without a liberal amount of breasts. Mom says they’ll grow when I least expect it and she didn’t have breasts until eleventh grade. I saw her old high school year book. It was a bold lie. I am severely lacking. I know I’m small for my age and its annoying when strangers ask if Lucas and I were twins. I roll my eyes. I am four years older than Lucas. If I had bigger breasts, no one would question my age. 

I snort combing my fingers through my hair. What I lacked in breasts and height, I made up for in hair. I have a lot of hair. More than I knew what to do with. I got it from Dads side of the family. Thick, curly and long. My jet-black hair is the longest it’s ever been, falling down to my waist. I also inherited Dads body hair. I had a unibrow until seventh grade and begged mom to pluck my eyebrows the night before picture day and haven’t looked back since. My arms are hairy and Erica never failed to point it out. Erica noticed everything. From my sideburns to the faint hairs above my lips that I now wax off. Coming to terms with what I lack and made up for, I quickly pull off my clothes, chucking them into my slot of the hamper. 

The smell of pancakes and bacon fill my nose when I open the bathroom door. I can hear my parents shuffling about downstairs, bacon sizzling on the pan. Steam in the bathroom evaporates mixing hot and cool air. My skin prickles with goosebumps as I tuck my towel close to my body padding to my room. I am halfway down the hall when a body bumps into me hard. I shriek catching my towel before it fell and whip my head behind me. 

“Sorry!” Lucas calls out slamming the bathroom door. Erica runs out of her room bumping into me. Not enough for my towel to slip out my hand, but enough to make me stumble back. Was I a ghost? 

“I told you I was after Diana, nerd!” 

Lucas cackles. “What? I can’t hear you!”   

Erica snarls and stomps to the door. “Get. Out. Now.” She shouts, hitting the door with each word. 

I roll my eyes and continue to walk to my room, closing the door behind me before Mom came. The real battle will start and I don’t want to be anywhere near it. 

Before the summer holiday, Nancy, Barbara and I made a pact to elevate our looks going into sophomore year. I convinced Mom to let me get bangs like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance and Nancy, Barbara and I went shopping every other weekend. Barbara was the only one out of us three to get her license because she turned sixteen and her parents bought her a cute car for her to drive around town in. I tied half my hair up in a high ponytail with a pink scrunchie, combing my fingers through my curls. Taking a step back, I admired my outfit of the day in the mirror, smiling at my new clothes. 

I look at my eyebrows in my vanity mirror, checking to see if Mom missed any hairs. She plucked my eyebrows last night after my shower. Turning my head side to side, I inspect my face for any blemishes. My skin is flawless and smooth. Lucas, Erica and I all have perfect skin. Grandma Giselle says it’s because she made my mom bathe us in buttermilk when we were babies. I don’t know how true that is, but I am thankful for it. 

I touch my cheeks, wishing I could wear a little blush to look more mature. I’m not allowed to wear makeup to school. Dad is strict about that. Mom is usually my shortcut through to him, but even she agrees with Dad. No makeup to school until I turn sixteen. I’m already short and small with no breasts. And to top it all off, I have a baby face. I never lost my chubby cheeks and when I smile, my eyes disappear. I need makeup or at least mascara. I’m not even allowed to wear lipstick unless it’s for performances. I sigh, blowing my bangs up in the air. 

By the time I go downstairs the table is set with pancakes and bacon on each plate. A pitcher of orange juice and a carton of milk are on the table as well. Mom is finishing up with our lunches and Dad is over the stove scrambling eggs, humming a tune. 

“Morning!” I greet, putting my book bag and shoes by the stairs. 

“Morning sweetheart.” 

“Good Morning.” 

Mom and Dad say at the same time. I sit down in my usual spot when I hear Lucas and Erica bustling down the stairs. 

“You two better stop all that noise this morning.” Mom scolds. 

“Erica won’t leave me alone.” Lucas responds, pulling out the chair across from me. 

“That’s because you’re a freak.” Mom shoots Erica a look. 

“Well, he is,” she mutters under her breath, sitting in the chair in between Lucas and I. 

Dad turns around, hot skillet in hand and goes around the table spooning eggs on everyone’s plate except for mine. I hate eggs. I cringe at the smell picking up my fork. Lucas snatches the maple syrup from the centre of the table pouring a small amount on his pancakes. He then passes the bottle to me which I accept with a smile. Erica loves to drown her pancakes in syrup leaving us with almost nothing to use. Mom and Dad finally sat in their chairs, Dad beside me and Mom beside Lucas. Dad opens the newspaper and begins to read as he does every morning. 

“Just a reminder, Barbara and I will be studying for chemistry at Nancy’s after school today.” I say to Mom and Dad, slicing through a fluffy pancake. 

“Will you be home for dinner?” Mom asks, adding sugar to her coffee. 

 “I’m not sure yet, but I should be.” 

“When you get back, how about we drive around the block a couple of times.” Dad said, glancing over his newspaper. 

I wrinkle my nose in discomfort. In the summer I got my learner’s permit and Dad has been forcing me to drive ever since. Going to the grocery store? I have to drive. Accompanying an errand run? I have to drive. Going to school? I have to drive. Lately, mom will let me stop once we were at the end of Dearborn and Maple and swap places with me driving all the way to school. Whether it was because she feared for her life and my siblings life or she was saving me from doing something I clearly didn’t want to do, was up for debate. It all came down to one thing: I was a terrible driver. 

“Diana can’t drive, dad.” Lucas says with a grin. Erica snickers into her cup of milk. 

Mom shoots Lucas a look and he bites into his pancake avoiding her glare. My cheeks warm. I glance at Mom silently begging her to help me. 

“She needs to study, Charles.” Mom says. “Kaminsky’s tests are known for being really hard, isn’t that right Diana?” 

“Yes. Yes, they are.” I nod. “I need to study as much as possible.” 

Dad looks at Mom and then at me. I wait with baited breath for his answer. 

“Tomorrow then.” 

I try not to look too relieved and bite into a piece of bacon. From the corner of my eye, Erica is shaking, trying not to laugh. 

#black fem reader #stranger things #stranger things rewrite #stranger things fic #steve harrington x female reader #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x black!reader #Steve Harrington x black!reader #Eddie Munson x Sinclair!reader #Steve Harrington x Sinclair!reader #stranger things oneshot #DianaSinclair #sinclair!reader

[seeingivy]

I don’t know if you care for the hunger games at all BUTTT with the new movie out I’ve been thinking

Hange would have totally played Katniss early in her career and I think Sasha would have been a good Lucy Gray from the new movie :)) I’m also thinking gojo for young Coriolanus just cause of the blonde hair and blue eyes lol

OH AND yn would’ve defffff sang “can’t catch me now” by Olivia Rodrigo from the soundtrack of the new movie

omg ANON THE HUNGER GAMES WAS MY ROMAN EMPIRE. I had to put a read break cuz I rambled

two unsolicited ronnie stories to prove it:

when I was in seventh grade, I bought a mockingjay necklace from hot topic and wore it to school. but I went to private school and wasn't allowed to wear necklaces like that. and when my teacher asked me why I wore it, I looked at her straight in the face and said that "I was the mockingjay"

I used to be in orchestra when I was in middle school and there was one year where we got to vote on the song we played. so naturally, I stood up and I was like guys...there's this really underground song idk its called the hanging tree. and it litearlly won but then I took it ten steps farther and made us all do the whistle together and the little salute when we finished because naturally, I am dramatic. I am unfortunately never beating the weird kid allegations

that being said, THERE'S SO MANY GOOD HUNGER GAMES FANCASTS. this was the one I had in mind (but I love yours too!!) + it's the one fancast I chose to include in my ACTUAL fic (towards the end chapters, so we'll see this one come back)

original trilogy

yuuji as peeta mellark, duh. our beautiful boy with the bread

y/n as katniss

gale you are a lame, sack of bones. so obviously floch.

ceasar flickerman is CONNIE SPRINGER YUP

levi as haymitch

hange as effie, obviously

finnick is jean

mikasa is annie (they are soulmates everywhere I fear)

annie is johanna mason and I think that bertholdt would be a really good betee

erwin plutarch heavansbee that one wrote itself

gojo is seneca crane 😭, heavy on that one scene where hes like everyone loves an underdog 😃 and president snow is like no.

nobara is playing the extras that are part of effie's prep team or just someone in the capital you will not catch her being one of the tributes

YELENA SCARY BITCH IS PRESIDENT COIN

ballad of songbirds and snakes

utahime as lucy gray baird

young gojo as president snow (the entire press is utahime saying she vomitted after she kissed gojo as a joke and people think its real)

suguru as sejanus :((((((

shoko as tigris snow (says having to be nice to gojo during the scenes was her personal hell)

alternate (from the fic)

this is the one i'm including in the fic!

y/n and yuuji, true to the original, play katniss and peeta

(megumi and eren are the most supportive boyfriends to boyfriend)

gabi plays lucy gray baird

gabi gets to write eyes open for the original trilogy

y/n writes you can't catch me now for the ballad

they are mother and daughter your honor (can you tell im so excited to unleash my gabi yn dynamic in the next chapter)

#asks! #method acting #oh I love to fancast #connie as caesar flickerman #and gojo and suguru as coryo and sejanus #OH IT KILLS ME #AND GOJO AS SENECA CRANE MAKES ME CACKLE IDK #levihan as haymitch effie too like guys

[mijikai12]

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edit1: guys i made a Neobook account!! i dont know what shit to do there so it might be empty for a while.

edit2: im trying to make an ao3 account. i should be on by 1/30

edit3: i know ive already said this but my reblogs are slowly being deleted. so my art posts will go to Yoki while normal text/memes/etc posts will go here (≧∇≦)

edit4: i lied in that last edit. anyways, i am gonna make an insta soon (maybe tonight) and i might make a Pinterest account! 😆

edit5: I MADE AN INSTAAAA

edit6: i have a twitter if you didnt notice

edit7: AO3 DOESNT LIKE MEEE

edit8: i have a gf omggg i'll be posting a lot about it at @kayventa

edit9: yeah ao3 does NOT like me wow. anyways, so springbreaks coming up soon. i'll post about this on thursday or friday ✌🏽

edit10: ive had an c.ai account for months ive posted about it idk if yallve seen it yet 😒

edit11: i found out a few days ago that when ao3 said i'd be on by 1/30, they didnt mean 1/30/24, they meant 1/30/25. wtf

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[mattiehenderson]

Elf-Witch

Synopsis: my first Stranger Things fic, don't be hard on me please. I'm so happy to see an 80s metalhead represented in a positive light for ONCE! I couldn't help but fall in love with him just like everyone else with taste. So I prefer writing male x male romances, and can I just say we need way more bottom princess male reader and dom daddy Eddie fics. This is my attempt to try and help with that. So this story focuses on my OC, Matthew "Mattie" Henderson, he's Dustin's older brother who's a senior. Heavily bullied for being so effeminate and goth. He has always had a crush on Eddie Munson since freshman year, but unfortunately Eddie is straight...or is he?

Warnings : Sexual language and imaginations. Minors do not interact, 18+.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!OC

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Look at me, please turn around and just look at me.

I stared intensely at the boy who sat in front of me in English, wavy chestnut curtains of hair poured past shoulders too broad for a normal senior, and onto my desk.

I could smell his v05 shampoo, the aloe one, and the Irish spring that almost hid his signature Marlboro and kush cologne. Slowly, quietly, I inhaled the scent that was all things Eddie Munson, the eternal prisoner of Hawkins High School.

In my marble notebook that was graffiti'd with cutouts of my favorite bands and scented stickers, I sketched an imprisoned Eddie in a medieval, hooded cloak behind bars, and coming to rescue him was a soft looking male witch. It went along with the story I was secretly writing for my own pleasure, the poor dungeon master who has been trapped in the dungeons of Hawkeye Castle for 400 years, under an evil queen's spell. Perhaps I named her Queen Cristiana of Hawkeye, after a certain stupid cheerleader that I always see hanging around a certain metal head after hours.

I don't know why I do this to myself, in what universe do I have a chance? Maybe in my own universe in my own land of make believe, but nymphs and orcs and furies also exist there so there's that.

In the real world, Chrissy Cunningham is the most beautiful girl in Hawkins, she's the head cheerleader and smells like Anais Anaïs, she has perfect hair and she's a she.

I, Mattie Henderson, am a boy. Not only am I a boy, but I'm a boy who wears more makeup than any girl in school. I wear my bleached curls too long and listen to darkwave. Eddie Munson would never!

I gently huffed before I finished sketching the scene where Matthias the Enchanter, in his red violet cloak and gossamer garments, shared a kiss with Sir Edward the Banished. 

It was hilarious really. I have known him since I was a freshman, secretly pining, and knowing we have many interests in common, especially D&D, but I've always been too shy to approach him. Too shy to approach anyone, only having one friend my whole time living in Hawkins, Robin Buckley. I'm not as good with people as my little brother, growing up in the Midwest with being what I am and how I am, I figured it's smarter to keep away. Robin always understood me, since we met in seventh grade and I moved here from Connecticut.

After everything last summer with Starcourt, and finding out about what my brother and his friends have been apart of, I shockingly acquired new friends, the very unexpected Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and my art class acquaintances Jonathan Byers.

It's been a lot, it's been a fucking lot, and with it being my senior year the stress has been added. Mom keeps asking about my college options, telling me Indiana University has a pretty good art program. But I don't have the grades, I do enough to get by, school makes me miserable, I could care less about mundane things like classes and grades and teachers, and artificial societies. And sure I like art, but I love doing hair and makeup and nails too, something my mother definitely reaps the benefits of. And I don't exactly love Hawkins the Cursed Lands, but after everything and not sure about this place ever being safe again, I'd never leave my brother here without me. And as pathetic as it sounds, the thought of leaving the man who doesn't know I exist makes my stomach hurt.

I felt guilty for my thoughts, for my fantasies about him, for wishing the reason why I put my black velvet choker on this morning was to cover a bruise from his huge, ring wrapped fingers. Oh how I would cut off all twenty inches of my hair to just have his towering 5'11 frame over my 5'5 one, staring down into my black lined Hazel eyes, with his dark, teddy bear gaze.

The teacher must have sent paper down, because with the melodic swish of his chocolate butter ringlets, I was looking up at him and slamming my marble notebook shut faster than you can say Kissimmee. Dark, button eyes glanced at me before doing a double take. Now fixated on me feeling like a goldfish, with his plush, pillowy, bubblegum pink lips parted.

How the hell could anyone ostracize and hate such a gorgeous human being? Then the angel spoke and I felt like he was oozing the gospel.

Here we go again.

All because of one damn class I'm sitting in Johnson's English for the third fucking time.

I was the last one to plop my ass down, toward the back, the desk with the D&D scribbles and the classic "Ozzy rules" that violated government property. I got a snide remark from Johnson, and snickers and insults from Carver and his ball buddies.

This was exactly why I preferred to escape to my own world, where there are dragons and halflings, or when I close my eyes and finger my sweetheart. Just close my eyes and listen to The Number of the Beast, forgetting that reality is being the town's leper in a town where they decide Jason Carver is a good person because he knows his way around a ball.

Johnson was droning on about fucking writing prompts where he cares more about where a comma goes than if the story is good or not. 

And then, as I'm passing back the picture prompt for the first day of hell, I did a double take at a new face. A face prettier than even the likes of Chrissy Cunningham. Looking up shyly at me, drawing out a protective feeling I didn't know I possessed, are bedroom, dreamy lidded eyes painted a lavender gray,with thick broom-like sweeping lashes that flutter before bright Hazel eyes, that reminded me of summer turning into fall, green fading into browning leaves and golden maples. Kohl-rimmed, making them more pronounced and more awe-inspiring.

Her nose is cute and broad with a puggish finish that rests prettily between roundish cheeks painted a deep blush. My eyes traveled down to a pair of the ideal cock sucking lips, I'm so sorry but I don't really know what else to call them. They're so full and big, so cushiony and I'm a pretty imaginary guy, so what I'm thinking of doing to that mouth…fucking that gorgeous face, making those Hazel eyes water and her gothic makeup run down those pretty chipmunk cheeks, making a big mess of her blood red lipstick smudging it on my cock. 

I shifted in my seat feeling my dick stir, and this was not the time. Cascading around her face was voluminous white blonde curls, so wild and untamable like an elf-witch, very surreal and otherworldly and contrasts beautifully with her dark eyebrows.

And as if my she-elf couldn't have been more perfect, not only did she have herself collared by a black velvet choker, but a cut off Shout at the Devil Mötley Crüe  shirt encased her. My mouth watered and when she lifted a fishnet, arm fingerless glove adorned wrist to take the prompt from me, I inhaled the sweet smell of apricots and roses and sweet, expensive perfume. I couldn't get enough of it.

"Munson, are you drooling? Is that drool, freak?" Carver happily and loudly like a fucking foghorn called me out in front of everyone. Nothing new, usually I'm very unphased by embarrassment, I mean I'm a 20 year old senior. But, for once that jockstrap got to me, knowing this enchantress witnessed it witnessed him calling me out for something she caused. I snapped my head away fast and wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my jacket before inspecting the porosity. Damn, I was fuckin drooling.

Saved by the Johnson, the droning authority started a roll call. Imagine my surprise when Johnson called out Matthew Henderson and it happened to be my little elf-witch…or elf-warlock should I say.

#eddie munson x male reader #mattie henderson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things oc #stranger things

[likesplatterpaint]

1, seventh grade continues to be infuriating

2. A coworker straight up took an unnecessary and rude jab at my husband while we were sharing out in a stress management themed meeting (I was explaining how I sometimes have to step back and prioritize tasks when I am overwhelmed, and how mike helps me gently do that) and I deserve awards for my professional composure. And not just. Murder. Or telling him to go fuck himself in front of 40 other adults. Or in the parking lot when he “apologized.”

Not to mention the southern gal eastern shore wives who are clearly miserable and also wanted to chime in. Yknow. About the way my husband helps me take care of and not overload myself??

I may have immediately texted Ellis that I wanted to tear his throat out, and was nobody else happily married in this fucking school? Ugh.

The stress management meeting was useless. And stressful! Yay!!

3. I am fucking shook and wrecked by Skibidi Toilet episode 70 part 3. I may have scared Mike and the dogs with a genuine scream.

4. My sub from yesterday left no notes. Odd but not overly unusual. He left the emergency worksheets and step by steps right near my binder and referenced in my sub letter completely untouched. Whatever. Nobody died.

Until he emailed me a fucking weirdo play by play ALONG WITH PICTURES HE TOOK OF THE KIDS he felt were misbehaving. WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT OR KNOWLEDGE

Nooooo we report that shit right to the principal and building manager. This is not the first time on our campus. Why do subs think this is okay???

5. February continues to be a fucking Day

6. Shoutout to Dan, Lizz, neighbor friend and my dad for listening to all of the above (except maybe skibidi, only Lizz has to hear about that 🤣)

7. Shoutout to Mike for also wanting to tell (Coworker) to go fuck himself and watching Skibidi with me with equal though softer anguish and horror.

8. Shoutout to nunu for no accidents since yesterday morning…that we know of.

9. Shoutout to my PT tech yesterday who did not make me cry like PainBrian but rather ease back when it was clear things were too much and kept me talking nerd to nerd about media we enjoy.

10. Shoutout to my home, dogs, fish and husband for always being the place of peace I can come to recollect myself. Depression may be knocking but I ain’t fucking answering the door.

#hey if February could quit with the March energy that would be cool

[aphmaurewrite]

Aphmau Shalashaska [Rewrite Overview]

Ms. Extremely long last name that I have never and will never be able to fucking spell ever. Once again, no reference/redesign for her at the moment, and I’ll likely make separate posts that just links to these for those at this point because I genuinely just wanna post my ideas and stuff :)

By the way, feel free to ask whatever about the rewrite!! I LOVE answering questions and wanna interact and stuff!! My ask box (should) be open to any and all questions!! (If it’s not someone let me know I am still Very Stupid when it comes to Tumblr :”D)

Also also: if there any tags or content warnings you think I should put on any of these posts please let me know!! :>

-She/Her [Cis]

-24 [October 24th]

-Mexican

-Human

-Straight

Aphmau was born and raised in Phoenix Drop, with both of her parents being pretty young when they had her. Sylvana Shalashaska, her mother, married Zack Scarletta, her father, straight out of high school, however this marriage barely lasted two years, with Zack cheating on Sylvana with another woman when Aphmau was still a toddler. Zack gave up all parental rights, settling instead for child support and alimony payments. After Zack abandoned the family, Sylvana became extremely overprotective of Aphmau to the point where her behavior was incredibly overbearing and controlling. Sylvana raised Aphmau alone until she was in the seventh grade, when she would marry Eric Fire-Fist, giving Aphmau a stepfather and two stepsiblings: Katelyn and Kasey Fire-Fist. Aphmau never cared for Eric’s attempt to play a father figure in her life, keeping her distance as she didn’t want to deal with yet another man entering and then leaving her life. She did however bond with Katelyn and Kasey, Katelyn especially.

During her first two years in high school, Aphmau would do extremely well, having plenty of friends and doing well academically; however, as time went on, her mother’s controlling behavior got worse and worse, getting to the point where Aphmau was basically forbidden from leaving the house if Katelyn wasn’t with her, as her mother feared Aphmau “getting involved” with boys her age. This toxic, controlling mentality led to Aphmau’s social life falling apart and built up a lot of resentment between the two. 

During the summer between her graduating high school and entering her freshman year of college, Aphmau picked up a waitressing job at a local diner to help pay for incoming college expenses. She continued to live at home with her mom and step-dad as it was a lot cheaper than paying for an apartment or a dorm until she met Aaron through work. The two hit it off well, with Aphmau making sure Aaron was paid his fair in tips while Aaron would drive Aphmau home when Katelyn wasn’t able to. The two’s friendly relationship was going steady, and while Sylvana was still prickly about everything, things were fine. That was, until Sylvana found out about Aaron - she and Aphmau would get into a MAJOR fight, basically driving Aphmau out of the house during the summer between her junior and senior year. 

Aphmau moved in with Aaron following the fight, going low contact with her mother for a few months while she finished up her senior year of college. After graduating, Aphmau would get back into frequent contact with her mom, and the two seemed to being getting along decently well for the time being. That was, until, while living with Aaron, the two became an official couple, which Sylvana hated. There was an obvious tension about the situation, but Aphmau ignored it, and it wasn’t addressed until Aaron proposed, wherein yet again, a MASSIVE fight would happen between Aphmau and her mom. That, with the addition of Aaron’s sister getting back into contact with, postponed any wedding plans while the couple deals with the migraines that are their families.

#Aphmau #aphmau rewrite #aphmau mystreet #aphmau shalashaska #mystreet

[thekindermouse]

I just wanted to say that it's not too late to learn something you've always wanted to, or relearn something you really struggled with in school.

I have dyscalculia. It's a math learning disability that most people - including teachers and clinicians - don't really know about. I was a straight A student - except when it came to math, which I just couldn't understand no matter how hard I tried. I went through school thinking I was a failure, I was stupid, and I didn't receive the help I truly needed because neither myself nor my teachers knew I had this learning disability. I was diagnosed with dyscalculia after I graduated from school and everything just made sense. I was a little bitter I didn't find out when I most needed it though. I thought it was too late for the longest time and I'd just never understand math. It was a lost cause at that point.

I am almost 30 years old. This week I just purchased a seventh grade math workbook. It still doesn't make much sense to me but I'm slowly making my way through it.

It's not too late for me, and it's not too late for you either.

#dyscalculia #dyscalculic awareness #adhd #learning disabilities #it's not too late #my post #my posts #thekindermouse #text post #math #struggling with math #student #learning #education #dyscalculia awareness

[dizzythegreat]

In the stripped club. Straight up jorking ''it''. And by it, heh, well. Let's just say. Your tight virgin soul. has never taken any damage when you're finished getting nailed it snaps right back into place you love all of your buddies you don't need to get to know them you just figure if they knew you they would love you anyway god holy mother god woah oh god love me like a fawn what went so long god holy mother god love me like a fawn what went so wrong Yay!!! :3 you're the holy mother god and I aspire to your goodness but the only thing I have inside to offer is a pit I suffer just to moan I scratch my itches to the bone I keep confessing till I hit the spot from which the guilt emits I'm only as divine as dirt no more human then peace on earth before I was a woman I was crazy first give me your worst god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god you love me like a fawn what went so wrong ill be your sin eater laugh if its funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky flytrap honey do your worst ill bet your tight virgin mind is working just like its supposed to it holds onto good ideas and it lets the evil fade well my eyes look like dog eyes in a picture that was taken late at night with the flash on by a child in seventh grade and youre sitting there on photo booth youre angling the camera to prove to god and everyone that you can be a girl and I'm scarfing down a carcass entrails paint the bedroom walls and I am stuffing down the blood and I wont stop until I hurl I'm only as divine as dirt no more human then peace on earth before I was a woman I was crazy first Do your worst ill be your sin eater laugh if its funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky flytrap honey give me your worst ill be your sin eater ill let you see me takes a village of monsters to feed me Theres nobody like me so I Know that you need me give me your worst god god holy mother god blueprint and facade god love me like a fawn what went so wrong god holy mother god god love me like a fawn what went so wrong Lock In. FREAK MODE ACTIVATED soif your natural state is guilt you think youre living for relief say youre sorry say you love it say youre evil underneath when you rip open the stitches you'll discover only mammal flesh And Then you have to justify why you think youre a beast so spill all your toxic sin into my shallow doggy food bowl and ill stuff my face down into it and gobble every bite my sticky mind will fidget with the evil doggy kibble and my gummy soul will swell with any tragedy I find Im only as divine as dirt No more human then peace on earth Before I was a woman I was crazy first Give Me Your Worst god holy mother god blueprint and facade oh god you love me like a fawn What The Fuck Went Wrong ill be your sin eater laugh if its funny lose your mind and keep your money sweet and sticky flytrap honey give me your worst ill be your sin eater ill let you see me takes a village of monsters to feed me there's nobody like mes o I know that you needme giveme your worst Sin Eater ill let yousee me takes a village of monsters to feed me there's Nobody like me so I know that you need me give me your worst god holy mother god woahghh oh god love me like a fawn what went so wrong Yay!

#asks #ask #penelope scott #i love you #jadeharley fan

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Black Roses - Third Year - Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader

Title: Third Year

Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader

Additional Characters: Ron, Hermione, Draco, Draco's father (Mentioned), Voldemort (Mentioned), Oprea Lady, and Reader's adoptive parents (Mentioned)

| First-Year | Second-Year | Third-Year | Fourth-Year | Fifth-Year | Sixth-Year | Seventh-Year | Epilogue |

WC: 1,941

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of killing, small movie reference, family angst, Ron's rude, and fluff

You wished you never went home for the holidays. You wished more than anything to have stayed at Hogwarts. You didn't even care if your friends would be at Ron's home; you'd rather be alone in your room than at home. You had locked yourself in your room after your dear mother and father told you the truth. You weren't their true daughter. You knew. As said before, you had a sneaking suspicion. Them telling you wasn't even the real issue. It was who they said that you were the daughter of that really hit you hard.

You knew now why they had to forbid you from telling anyone your last name, and why they made sure the headmaster and professors didn't say it either. You were glad. Because if anyone had known, you probably wouldn't have the friends you had now.

Y/N... Y/N Riddle.

You were the daughter of the Dark Lord himself and your adoptive parents were the only people who knew of his real last name. He made them swear to never say anything, or they would suffer terribly. Your parents, ugh, you hated calling them that. They had said that dear father couldn't take care of you once you were born and had you sent away to some of his most wonderful followers. Estelle and Elmer had said it was such an honor to take care of you for all these years. Yeah, as if.

They had told you that you were to meet your father at the next meeting. When would that be? You didn't know. And you hoped it wasn't for a while.

You buried your face deeper into your pillow, groaning muffled as you clutched the pillow in your hands. You couldn't even owl Harry or anyone. You didn't want Estelle and Elmer to get suspicious. They didn't even know that you were friends with the Golden Trio in the first place. If they had found out... You didn't know what they would do after hearing about the perfect life that they planned out for you.

Study as if you were a normal, usual student. Get good grades. Pass on any information that could be of use. And once you were old enough, you would become a Death Eater and stand beside your father in the battle to take over the Wizarding World.

Yeah, right. You weren't into that whole... World domination thing.

~~~

Once everyone came back from the holidays, Draco went straight to you once he saw you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into a secluded hallway. His eyes were cold and held hints of betrayal.

"You're related to the Dark Lord?" He asked, but more like demanded your answer.

Good, Draco didn't know that you were his daughter. You nodded slowly, "Yes, I am." You answered him simply, "I'm sorry."

Draco's jaw hung open as he stared at you in disbelief. "How? Why?"

"I don't know all of the logistics of my personal life, Draco. All I know is that I am." You sighed sadly. "Speaking of Dark Lords, your father must be one of them." You spoke, clicking the puzzle pieces together.

Draco frowned and nodded, "Yeah, he is. He was the one who told me about you. He said that he wanted me to look after you or something. How special you are and all." He paused and looked at you, his eyes narrowing. "Does anyone else know? Did you tell Potter?"

You shook your head slowly, "No, I just... Well, It's not like I can tell anyone. You know my views on all this. If I told them I wouldn't take it past my dear dark relative of mine to kill me." You roll your eyes, hiding the slight fear you had about the subject.

"Kill you? He'd do that you think. To his flesh and blood?" Draco pondered and you shrugged.

"I've heard what he's done. I wouldn't be surprised. If it does go down that route, dying would be an awfully big adventure." You said simply as Draco's eyes widened and he laughed lightly.

"I'll never understand you, Y/N." He said, somewhat in awe.

"I don't think anyone will." You chuckled.

~~~

You were going to tell them. It was in their right to know. Especially since Harry was the main target. You worried on your bottom lip as you thought of the outcome. Harry would feel betrayed. They all would. But, poor Harry. He'd take it the hardest for sure. But, he deserved to know. Same with Ron and Hermione.

You knew that they had to be in their common room, so you quickly made it out of the dungeons and up the many stairs to the opera lady's picture. She turned from the wine glass in her hand and gave you a judgy one-over.

"You do know this is the Gryffindor Common Rooms, little lady?" She spoke and you sighed, nodding.

"Yep, and I'm here to see my friends. Caput Draconis." You whispered the password and the lady in the painting sighed before opening the door and letting you in.

You made it up the stairs and into the warm common room. You never went to the common room without either Harry or Hermione with you, but they gave you the password just in case you wanted to visit. That was how much they trusted you. The pit of your stomach turned at the thought. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat on the orange couch in front of the raging fire. You walked over, placing your hands on the back of the plush couch as Harry flipped through a textbook, Hermione flipped through hers, and Ron simply ate some chocolate frogs.

"Hey, Ron. Working hard, or hardly working?" You speak up, chuckling as he jumps in his seat, turning to you with wide eyes; chocolate surrounding his mouth.

Hermione and Harry turned to you, greeting you, "Y/N, good to see you. Didn't think you'd come over tonight." Hermione spoke and you pushed yourself back off the couch, shrugging.

"Yeah, well. I have something... Rather important to tell you guys," You began, fiddling with your fingers as you gave the three a sheepish smile. "I should've told you after I found out, but I was worried. Uh..." You sighed, looking down at your black leather boots.

"What is it, Y/N?" Hermione asked, eyes filled with worry as she spoke, "Are you in some sort of trouble?"

You laughed sadly, "Yeah, of some sort."

Harry frowned, standing from the couch and walking around to take your hand in his, Hermione quickly doing the same; taking your free hand.

"You can tell us." Harry spoke softly, and you let out a shaky breath, finally letting your pent-up tears fall.

"Can I? Really? Cause, once I tell you, you'll see me differently and hate me." You whimper-ranted, looking up at Harry.

Harry gently squeezed your hand offering you a small smile. "Unless you killed someone, I don't think I could hate you."

"I beg to differ." You said bitterly, more to yourself than to him.

"You don't have to tell us, Y/N." Hermione spoke up but you quickly shook your head.

"No. I have to. I hate to, but I have to." You let out a deep breath, looking up to Harry and Hermione, glancing at Ron every-so-often. "Just know that being your friend has been the best thing ever. Thank you guys for sticking with me when all I do is whine about my problems and-"

"Y/N! Just tell us," Ron exclaimed, and Hermione glared at him, shutting him up.

"Okay... I'll just spit it out." You said, your voice cracking, and your friends' heads snapped towards you. "I'm- I'm the daughter of Voldemort." You shut your eyes tightly.

Hermione audibly gasped, covering her mouth with her free hand as she stared at you. Ron just stared with wide eyes, mouth slightly open; the chocolate frog in his hand melting. Harry had a similar expression to the know-it-all young girl and stared at you. His hand was still tightly holding yours as you felt your eyes wet with tears once more.

The silence was nearly killing you as you waited for them to speak. When they did speak, it was in unison.

"What?"

You hesitantly opened your eyes, watching as Hermione looked at you with such sadness. "Are you serious?" She asked, hoping it was just some morbid joke, but then, why would you be so distraught about it?

You nod, "Yes, unfortunately. I am. I'm sorry." You apologized profusely, tears falling down your cheeks.

"You bloody better be!" Ron exclaimed, gaining your attention, "I told you we shouldn't have trusted her." He spoke harshly and Hermione turned abruptly to him.

"Ronald! Shut it, will you!? She can't help who she is the daughter of." She scolded him quietly and he crossed his arms, pouting.

Harry, however, frowned at you, "When did you find out?" He questioned you, and you sighed, looking down.

"Over the holiday. My adoptive parents are his followers. He supposedly didn't want to take care of me, and gave me to them to raise for him." You roll your eyes, "How sweet of them to take me in, right?" You laughed bitterly.

Harry said nothing else as he looked down at your hand in his, "I agree with 'Mione. You can't help who you are related to. Just like me... I can't help that my aunt's family is intolerable." He said, staring into your eyes as you stared back.

"That's true. I guess... You're right," You sighed, looking down again.

"We love you, Y/N. No matter who your father is, or what he did, we won't stop being your friends." Hermione spoke up, pulling you into a hug.

"Thank you, 'Mione." You smiled and leaned into the hug, Harry joining.

Hermione pulled out slightly, glaring at Ron and gesturing for him to join. Ron rolled his eyes and reluctantly joined the group hug.

"So, what's your last name then?" Ron asked grumpily, voice slightly muffled from the group hug.

"Riddle. But you can't tell anyone. If anyone found out and put two and two together then my dear o' father might just as well kill me." You spoke, and Hermione nodded, understanding.

"Okay. No last name. Only Y/N." Harry spoke, and you sighed, nodding.

"I'll make a deal with you guys." You spoke, sitting on the couch and sighing, "If I'm able to get you guys to help me figure out a way to escape from my "family", then I'll give you..." You trailed off, thinking, looking at each of them in turn. "Harry, I'll get you a new broom. 'Mione, I'll buy that book you've been looking at when we go to Hogsmeade. And, Ron. I'll buy you fifty chocolate frogs."

At the words 'chocolate frogs,' Ron snapped up to look at you. "Really? But how are you going to afford that?" He asked and Hermione nudged him in the side.

You smirked, looking at the small group, "Well, one good thing came out of this. My father is supposedly very wealthy. And, I have my own sum in some vault. Who knew, right?"

"Wow." Hermione voiced and Harry looked at you hooked before he shook his head, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"You don't have to get me anything, Y/N." He spoke, and you shook your head, smiling brightly.

"I know, but I want to. Be ready for the next holiday." You tease, and both Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes.

“What? I love spoiling you three.” You winked with a smile.

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@haaaareni

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[not-dumb-yet-but-soon]

I just wanted to show off something a friend of mine made:

THE REST OF MY LIFE

I remember Career Day back in kindergarten

The way we ran as we waited to see all the booths

Running to my parents saying “What do y’all do for work”

Career day was soon so y’all gotta be ready first

Fast forward to second grade

We made our own stalls

To sell little trinkets with our friends

And learn how money goes.

Each year we grew to learn new things

What was available in our futures

I remember being asked around the same time each year

“What do you want to be when you grow up”

Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth

We start to go more in-depth

Career clusters and College choice and how it's going about

But now we’re starting high school the questions finally change

No more what do you want to be when you grow up

Now we’re asked

What College are you going to?

What scholarship do you want?

Are you going straight to the workforce?

You should join the military

How do you plan to pay for that

You want to do what makes you happy

Go study for what makes the most money

Sometimes I want to go back to those silly childish days

Remembering when I was told to be careful

I mixed and mashed all the products in the bathroom

To see what I could create

Standing in that old house saying

How long till I can go home

They left me in that stupid place,

They said I was ahead

Now I stay eight hours

No question, no complaint

The gifted kid burnout has hit

But I still sit in that class

Learning things to prepare

For what my future may give

The rest of my life isn’t far away

The start is right here

And now I must find the things that make me tic

Self-awareness is the foundation of our time

If you want to learn about yourself

Break it down

Too many questions

So little time

I'm scared for the rest of my life

I am way too far behind

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #show off

[bi-as-in-bi-bitch]

hello! how did you know you were bi?

the way I reacted whenever asami sato came on screen was in no way normal enough for me to be straight

nah but seriously:

wow, i have not thought about that in years... its actually pretty hard to pinpoint exactly when, but ill try to go over the main points:

i realized i liked girls in seventh grade, in the middle of a private religious school, while i was thinking about how pretty jenna coleman was in doctor who.

i wa sitting next to my extremely conservative best friend. and i immediately panicked and said to myself "no, we're not doing this."

i repressed myself for a while, kept saying to myself that i liked guys, only guys. i had major crushes on danny phantom and my 6th grade math teacher and this bollywood actor (hrithik roshan in dhoom again)

so i said to myself that i couldnt possibly be gay, i liked guys!

but girls were so freaking pretty. why did my heart race when a cute girl smiled at me? why was i so scared around the girl i really really wanted to be friends with? why couldnt i stop staring at my geography teacher like that?

i honest to god thought i was lying for attention. idk whose attention, its not like i told anyone i was having these feelings.

i kept it so so repressed and convinced myself i was lying to myself.

then i went to high school and met people that were pan, bi, gay. i made an instagram, a tumblr, a wattpad account for my doctor who fics, and i started to learn this whole new vocabulary on how to describe sexuality and gender preferences and whatnot.

i finally came to the realization that i am not gay, i am not straight: i'm bisexual. guys are cute. girls are cute. liking one does not diminish how much i like the other.

i was so happy to have a way to describe myself. but at the same time, i went through a phase of hating myself for liking girls. i felt like i was a weirdo when i took notice of a cute girl. it took me a while to get over it and start accepting that what i am and how i feel is not wrong, im not hurting anyone by having these feelings.

i accepted that i was bisexual when i was 15 years old.

i started coming out to my friends around tenth grade. i remember i was so nervous and my hands were clammy. i said i was bi, and they laughed and patted me on the back. i went on a walk with my best friend and she noticed the pride bracelet i had on, and asked me about it. i remember being so scared when i muttered 'i'm bisexual,' and she immediately got the biggest grin on her face and punched me in the arm (shes not good at physical affection), and told me she was so proud of me and happy that i felt safe enough to come out to her.

coming out to people at my age isnt as big as a deal to me anymore - i go to an arts college, literally every other person is some flavour of queer - but when i was growing up i didn't know that it was something that existed.

im proud of my identity and i wish i could share it with the world. i wanna hang bi flags in my room and wear pins that say 'i'm bi' on them and wear cuffed jeans and flannel shirts and carry a big sword (HUGE part of being bi). but i live in a conservative family, and ik that the older generation (my parents and their siblings) are never gonna understand me, so i cant be fully out, but that doesnt mean i cant be proud. i have stealth bi pins. i made a painting with predominantly pink, blue, and purple colours, and hung it up in my room. i own two plastic swords.

i made this sideblog mainly to rb posts that i wanted to find later, but i wanted to have something with my name on it where i could be blatant about the fact that i find men and women so goddamn attractive. hence, 'bi as in bi bitch' was made.

i wonder if this was helpful at all? i kind of went on a ramble there. is there anything you want me to elaborate on?

#asks #thanks for asking! it was nice to kinda go over those memories again #was this a good answer? i feel like i went on too long

[dandelion-the-detestable]

Not to be gay or anything you know but I love my friends and partner. (That are on Tumblr)

@cassettecrisis saw my seventh grade self and decided to be friends with it and here I am trying my BESTEST to make him laugh six years later, different people who went in and out of knowing each other well ,,

@diegoshargrieves saw sixth grade me on an unnamed discord server and we have nicknames for each other (I wouldn't let anyone else call me lily) , my best friend and orange and quilt of connections

@raconabhorrent horror lover , met by chance two years ago and some and one I can't wait to visit museums with and make a straight yt man podcast with

#i love you all so dearly thank you for letting me be dramatic

[the-haunted-office]

Empress Theresa sentence starters

That’s right - sentences from the infamous Empress Theresa by Norman Boutin to use as starters for your roleplaying needs. Enjoy! x)

The idea to do this was from @neverendingparable. Thank you!

Chapter 1

“I’m very simple. I follow my conscience. I am what I do. If you think that’s easy, try it for one day!”

“You can teach millions something more important. When the world falls apart around us, we look within ourselves and find ourselves. Show us what’s within you.”

"I hope it’s not bragging to say I was cute as heck at age ten. Everybody in the family said so."

"We’re lost in this confusing world unless we follow the directions of its Maker. I did. It’s the only thing that got me through."

"Everybody has pressures. There are two kinds. One is threats to your life and health. I had more than my share of that with a thousand assassins wanting to get me. The other kind is bearing responsibility for other people’s lives and welfare."

"I’ll be telling my own story which is a good thing because nobody knows it as well as me."

" It’s a sure bet they discussed how to eliminate me if I got out of control, but I can’t know any of that. It can be frustrating not knowing these things. "

" You’ll see what a horrible, worldwide mess I had to deal with."

"Oops! Before going on I have to mention an odd incident that happened six months before I was born."

" A metal rake is a good weapon against a creature as small as a fox"

"What was that white thing? "

“They're looking for a fire.”

“The temperature jumped up in a few minutes. Somebody called the fire department.”

"I was young and inexperienced, but I wasn't a dumbbell."

“There’s some men parked down next to the turnaround. They’ve been there all night.”

"I saw the watchers following me everywhere."

“Call me when you’re alone.”

“About your little secret. We know it.”

“Something happened to you to make those fire trucks come to this neighborhood."

“I don’t have to tell you anything, do I?”

"We’re not going away. We will be spying on you from now on. We have to. Whatever happened is very important.”

"Something from outer space came to Earth seven years ago. We’ve been looking for it ever since."

“I ran into the house and waited. Then I ate breakfast. I thought I was going crazy.”

“How have you been eating lately?”

“Would you be willing to come in to talk to some smart people and figure out what this thing is?”

“You rented 2001:A Space Odyssey. What did it show you?”

“It showed me don't talk to this thing. It's like talking to the devil.”

“It's a good idea not to try to talk to it. Don't stir it up.”

" I have to emphasize how important it is to tell nobody about this. Don't give a hint to anybody. If you talk to somebody they will too and you will never be able to live the life you want. No college. No job. No marriage. No friends. You'll have to stay at home all the time. This is the last thing we want."

"Before you know it ten thousand reporters will be parked in front of your house for the rest of your life.”

"It’s like you’re in a party. A lot of people are dancing around you but they’re not making you dance.”

" So that’s what the orange dot was for. It was an aiming device."

"The trouble with these steak bottles was that the cap was so narrow. There was no leverage to twist it. I tried harder. No wonder little old ladies starved to death."

“Honey, you can tell me anything. Maybe I can help.”

“I have something from space. The government knows about it. They watch me all the time. They followed me. I saw them.”

“These men don’t know everything. Only I do."

"I was a perfectly normal good girl."

"I did so well in the fifth grade it was decided I’d skip the sixth and go straight into seventh. "

"Part of the decision to let me skip a year was my hair."

"It would be easier if I lived in an Iowa farmhouse. "

“I suggested we just give you ten million dollars if you promised to stay home. "

#rp sentence starters #sentence starters #rp starters #rp meme #roleplay sentence starters #i'm planning on making more of these and may put some chapters together depending on length! x) #feel free to reblog!