Honestly Steve Harrington's Character Growth From Homophobic Prom King Who's Friends Are Complete Assholes

"it's a show set in the 80s they're not gonna be gay" eat garbage eat garbage eat garbage eat garbage eat garbage eat garbage you bastard fuck man.

me with the secret history by donna tartt

annotated margins but it just says “gay???” repeatedly at various points throughout the book

furudate sketch; 15th of july, 2020.

I prefer Tall Girl over most of the Netflix romance/comedy/coming of age films because it DOESN’T have Noah Centineo as the male love interest.

the problem with visual platforms like instagram and tiktok (or ones that limit the amount of words you can use like twitter) is that they are inhospitable to complex discussions of themes and narrative. which is why booktok/booktwt are both so stupid. they incentivise u to aestheticise reading to the point where even your personal annotations are more for the benefit of an unseen audience than for yourself. fuck understanding or interrogating the book that youre reading. what u need is likes and retweets. don't buy a book that will make your bookshelf ugly. don't crack the spine, read it once, or read the ebook and keep the physical copy purely for display purposes. only read about hot people, young people, middle class english speaking westerners. only read about people who are exactly like you. you must never be pretentious you must never be overly serious you must never be ugly. etc. its all very miserable

how would dabi be like as a boyfriend?

character: dabi

genre: fluff, tiny bit of spiced up content

note: ok so no one really requested this, but this is what i sent in to apply as an admin here, so enjoy some dabi material! 

–– medusa.

in general

– honestly, it would be rare for him to even be fully interested in anyone given his affiliation to the league

– all his life, he’s known of temporary things and people

– until, that is, he meets you

– at first, he thinks you’re temporary, that you would eventually leave at one point

– at the beginning of your relationship, he’s quite distant???

– like, he’s there but not there at the same time

– if that makes sense

– he keeps his distance

– not only because he isn’t quite used to the idea of romance

– but also because he’s scared, which he denies even to himself

– how could someone like him be with someone like you?

– the fact that he has someone worth losing scares him to the bone

– it takes him awhile to fully grasp the fact that you love him genuinely

– by awhile i mean a few months

– but yes, once he gets over his initial doubts of himself with constant assurance, you can bet your ass he’s going to be on you

– he’ll gradually start opening up by his own pace

– you’ll finally feel his presence

– little by little, he starts showing affection through subtle touches

– like intertwining your fingers with his

– and soothingly rubbing the knuckles of your hand with his calloused touch

– leaving small and warm pecks on your cheeks

– even starts affirming his love for you behind closed doors

– but not too much on the daily because that isn’t his style

– he doesn’t care if you’re in public or not,

– he’ll have his arm around you

– you’re his and he’s finally accepted that

– you’ve brought him out of his shell and now he’s out to show you off

– will probably earn grimaces from how touchy he is

– but what can he do? he’s completely whipped

cuddles

– this burnt piece of bacon is weak for cuddles

– he’ll never admit to it, but the way you curl up against him drives him crazy

– or the way your fingers fill the gaps between his own is an instant dart to the heart 

– because?? he’s feared as a villain and you’re there clinging onto his side???

– is constantly tired

– will probably sling an arm around your waist lazily and just pull you to him on the couch

– likes it when you’re fully pressed against his chest

– he’s touchy and his hand slips accidentally

– grabs your ass sometimes

– loves sniffing your hair

– like running his fingers through your hair and just inhaling your scent because he adores you that much

– he will bury his nose into the crook of your neck only to take a huge whiff of your scent

– and will just have this unnoticeable but dumb smile on his face

– he’s soft for you but he doesn’t want you to know it

– doesn’t mind being the smaller spoon honestly

– if anything, it makes dabi feel wanted and needed

– physical touch is one of the few things he is absolutely weak for

– draw tiny patterns on his skin, run your fingers through his hair, trace out the structure of his face

– heck, caress his scars and staples

– he’ll melt

– so yes, expect lots of cuddles in private or in public

– this burnt man needs some love

kisses

– oh man

– it’s make-outs on the daily

– whether its lazy and sloppy or heated and passionate, it’s a daily occurrence

– the type to start out completely sugary until his tongue decides to add up to it

– was never the type to kiss anyone in public until you showed up in his life

– he thrives for showing you off

– which means, yes, making out even in public

– does he care? 

– no

– the type to grab your face and kiss you square on the lips

– the league is absolutely disgusted

– but also amused because who would have thought 

– again, his hands slip

– if you decide to tease him by refusing his tongue of access to yours, he won’t hesitate to squeeze your ass

– oh and he’s a sucker for jaw kisses

– pepper his jaw with kisses and you have him on his knees

– kiss his scars? 

– you got yourself a ring on that finger of yours

overall

– it takes time to earn his trust

– it’ll take months as mentioned, but it’s totally worth it

– his doubts never end though

– he’ll never admit to being scared of having someone worth losing

– but he will put effort

– love is one of the few things he was stripped off of

– but with someone who brings good to his once lonely life, expect this starved man to give his entirety to you

– he’s devoted like that

Hi hi! Can I get a tendou, oikawa, kageyama and atsumu after a fight where they make up? Fluffy ending please! ❤️

I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE- TURN IT UP

Aftermath of a Fight w/ Their S/O- (Tendou, Oikawa, Kageyama, Atsumu) 

Warning(s): slight angst in some of these, implied nsfw (by Atsumu ofc lmfao), but no direct nsfw themes 

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Tendou 

“...sunshine, open the door.” 

“Don’t sunshine me.” 

The snap of your voice had the redhead flinching, fist that had been risen to softly knock on the wooden door sinking along with the weight in his chest. Tendou taps his forehead against the door, hearing your soft whimpers on the other side. 

“Y/N, please-” He starts, wincing when the door is suddenly flung open, red eyes widening when you bump your shoulder with his in passing. Desperately, he reaches his hand out abruptly to snatch your wrist before you can stomp irritably to the front door. 

“Satori let go.” Heat brimmed your eyes as you refused to meet Tendou’s pleading ones, 

“Hell no. You’re going right back into that bedroom, tuck yourself into the sheets, and let me make you as many mugs of tea as you want.” 

His attempted joke had cracks in his voice, and you find yourself wavering before finally meeting his eyes, lip quivering. You wanted this to be over, and the way Tendou’s lips had stretched into a strained smile in a sad attempt to not let you see how much he really just needed you made you begin to raise the white flag. 

“I don’t want tea.” You mumble finally, Tendou’s head lifting all of a sudden as his eyes brighten. A yelp tumbles from your lips as Tendou’s long arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he hugged you tightly to his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck with his slender fingers entangled in your hair.

“I’m sorry for snappin’ at you, sunshine.” 

“All this because I knocked over your manga shelf?” A choked laugh escapes your lips as Tendou pulls back, mock-offense in his eyes while keeping both hands on the sides of your face. 

“They were alphabatized!” 

“Whatever.” You sniff, tears now dry on your cheeks as your thumbs wipe at the corner of Tendou’s eyes, looking up at him doe-eyed. 

“...Can we get into bed together?” 

Tendou’s grin was wide as he lifted your hand to his lips, scarlet eyes filled with now feigned sadness as he kisses your knuckle.

“But then who would bring us tea?” 

“I don’t want tea, Satori!” 

Oikawa

“They don’t mean anything to me, Y/N.”

“Hm? I didn’t say anything.” You bite back, jerking away from Oikawa’s motions to help you drape your jacket off your body as you do it yourself. The brunette sighs, slipping his frames off his face to wipe at them with the end of his shirt, not looking up.

“You don’t have to. I know when you get like this, and you didn’t have to make a scene.” 

“A scene?!” You blink in disbelief as Oikawa puts his frames back on, shaking his head slightly as if getting annoyed all over again. 

“What do you want me to do? Physically push them away?” 

“How about, I have a girlfriend so hands off?” 

“I guess there just isn’t any winning with you, is there, Y/N?” 

You chuckle humorlessly, turning on your heel to face him head-on with a lump in your throat. “Well then why keep up the flirting act right in front of me? Unless it’s not an act, then-” 

“How could you even say that?” 

Oikawa’s breath caught in his throat, watching your eyes well up with unshed tears of insecurity as you huff, throwing your jacket on the couch while turning around. 

“Because maybe they’ll be good enough for me to lose you.” Your voice came out in a whisper, but they didn’t fall on deaf ears as the tears now streamed freely down your cheeks. Gently, Oikawa’s arms pull you into his embrace as chocolate-orbs now riddled with guilt peer down at you, not flinching when you push lightly on his chest. 

His hold on you tightens, mumbling into your hair. 

“They’re not you, princess.” 

Oikawa couldn’t help smile slightly at the way you relaxed at the nickname, seeing he was no longer calling you by your given one, as he placed a gentle kiss atop your head, not minding the dampness on his shoulder. 

“No one’s like you, so don’t think for a goddamn minute that there’s someone better, because I can guarantee you-” 

You whimper a little when he lifts you by the chin, kissing one of your teary eyes now rid of any anger as his own stare sweetly at you through black frames.

“There isn’t.” 

Kageyama

“Um, is it “National Ignore Your Significant Other Day” or are you pissed at me about something?”

“Hm. Funny joke for someone who pretends like it’s that holiday every single day.”

You don’t miss a beat, not looking up from the manga you were reading as you lay on your back upon your bed. Kageyama huffs at the fact that you don’t even spare him a glance before he takes a cautious seat on the edge of your bed. 

“What are you talking about?” Kageyama just wanted cuddles. After a grueling practice yesterday and not seeing you wait up for him today, all he wanted was to fall asleep next to you. 

“Nothing.” You say easily, and Kageyama frowns when he sees the slight tremble in your hold as you flip through the pages. Your eyes stay on the inked paper as Kageyama concentrates really hard, slipping off his jacket before blue-eyed widen in realization as he stops taking his jacket off mid-way. 

“Shit....shit wait, yesterday wasn’t our ten months, was it?” 

“And they say romance is dead.” You quip, letting the manga fall to your side as your eyes lock onto your ceiling with a heat threatening to spill over. “It’s not like you stood me up or anything, so don’t worry.” 

“Oh, well that’s good-” 

“Tobio, baby that was sarcasm.” You can’t help the venemous edge to your voice before you huff, Kageyama blinking in bewilderment as you turn on your side, facing away from him. You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“I-I’m sorry...Y/N, I really forgot-” 

“Because it wasn’t important to you, right?” You laugh a little, no humor behind the sound as you trace patterns onto your bedsheets. “Not as important as volleyball?” 

“Don’t say that.” His words were harder now, and you gasp a little when Kageyama sits you up, forcing you to face him while glaring slightly at you, a blush on his cheeks. 

“You...I thought today was the date. That’s why I stayed extra hours yesterday...so I can give all of today to you, and I fucked up, but...” 

Kageyama clicks his tongue, shuffling around in his jacket pocket before emerging with a chain, a single charm holding two letters on it- kt. 

“I’m sorry I’m a dumbass sometimes. Just...can I put this on you? And then can we just sleep and then wake up so we can go to some ridulous fancy-ass dinner?” 

The moisture in your eyes was no longer of sadness as you lurched forward, kissing him sweetly on the lips as Kageyama sighs in relief at your touch, pressing the small of your back against him to close the distance even further- 

it was all he had wanted, after all. 

Atsumu

“You’re not mad at me right now, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, I’m not? Thank you for the sudden revelation!” You gasp in shock, Atsumu hot on your heels as you furiously walked down the halls of one of the Black Jackals tournaments. 

“Okay, you might be a little mad-” 

“I’m pissed, Atsumu! That was your image, and people already think I’m messing it up-” You spin on your heel, sighing when Atsumu has to physically stop himself from crashing into you. He visibly wilts, and you swear you can see puppy dog ears atop his head as his shoulders sink. 

“What happened to Tsum Tsum?” 

“That’s all you heard?!” 

“Why would I give a fuck about what the people think?” Atsumu blinks innocently. “All I care about is you...is that so wrong?” 

You bite your lip, knowing he was being cute on purpose before rolling your eyes, trying not to give in. 

“You don’t threaten the people in the audience, Atsumu!” 

“Uh, yes I do if they’re eyein up my girl, sweetheart.” Atsumu’s brow raises as if he can’t believe this is even a discussion. “That ass is mine.” 

“Atsumu!” You scold, cheeks flooding with heat as the passerbys look at the two of you strangely, prompting Atsumu to huff while crossing his arms.

“Don’t call me that!” 

You groan, knowing there was no winning with your man-child of a boyfriend before Atsumu’s lips begin to lift, knowing he had successfully dispelled of your annoyance. 

“Just...you make me so tired, you know that?” 

“Aw, darlin’“ You can’t help the smile on your lips when he kisses your forehead sweetly, trailing down to your nose while hitting you with that shit-eating smirk. 

“It’s what I do best.” 

“Is everything about the bedroom with you?” 

“Well, it is when you’re standing here in front of me looking like you want me to-” 

“Public, Tsum Tsum! We’re in public.” 

“Didn’t care then, don’t care now. Lighten up, sweetheart.” 

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why are you here

May we have some dead fish eyed zoldyck sauce from you?

Soulmate au: the first words you speak to your soulmate are visible on your arm.

Mindlessly zapping through the television channels, your eyelids fell heavy on your eyes, indicating your exhaustion. Seeing that nothing noteworthy was on, you turned it off. The lack of noise was welcome and excruciating at the same time. On the one hand, you couldn’t stand the artificial sounds coming from the less than optimal sound system anymore, but the relative silence was probably worse.

As now you had to focus purely on the beeping sounds of the machinery next to you.

You leaned back into the bed, looking up at the ceiling for a few moments before looking beside you to find a book. The balloons and get-well cards that used to occupy that space had dwindled, now only containing your own possessions. Opening the book, you started reading.

Keep reading

the more i look and watch hange zoe pictures and video compilations, the more i realise i might have a type, i-

I MEAN LOOK AT HANGE

HOW CAN YALL NOT LIKE THIS WHACK BEAUTIFUL HANDSOME GOOFBALL

OR THIS FIERCE “I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE ANYTIME BOI” SOLDIER

THIS EXCITABLE CUTIE

THIS DANGEROUS BADDIE

need I say more like.. nOT TO EVEN MENTION HER AMAZINGNESS BEING A COMMANDER AND ALL SKSJSJS

aight, thank you for coming to my ted hange talk

goodnight