dude

90% of my vocabulary consists of "dude" and "what"

[niemiloscc]

[swarnpert]

me: *does something wrong*

my mind:

PATRICIA

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[satansonmyside]

I know I just called you dude but I’m trying to flirt with you

[elloette]

When your hair is wavy/curly sometimes there is a fine line between “messy romantic waves” and “evil witch who lives in the woods.”

[m0nsterbrains]

When your hair is fine and straight there’s a fine line between “sleek and elegant” and “weasel dipped in grease”

[animals-lovers]

[thebootydiaries]

shout out to my left eyebrow. u were always there for me. u always had my back and i respect u

[gotitforcheap-deactivated201611]

online millennial: did you see that clapback McDonald did on twitter today?

other online millennial: yes, it was cool

both online millennial, in unison: today we will eat at McDonald 

[dragonprincessmew]

In my defense, your honor, I really am the dumbest bitch alive

[just-shower-thoughts]

Stephen Hawking passed away on March 14th. 3.14. He is now infinite.

[dudee-what]

I really want Dan and Phil to play Cards Against Humanity in DanAndPhilGames

[dudee-what]

This post can rest now (:

[kinniquacks]

acoustic cover of me crying

[xswestallen]

When I’m scrolling through a blog and see they reblogged one of my posts

[devinchee]

Do you guys ever see your pet sleeping by you and just think holy shit holy shit this little animal feels safe enough and trusts me enough to be near me and fall asleep near me and just how fucking cool is that

[lovelysuggestions]

kink: someone sending me a photo and saying “this made me think of you”

[nailriddenbat]

Road Trip | Series - Don’t Masquerade (2)

Requested by: Anonymous ; Yo! How about Steve and reader going a a road trip together for spring break and being cute and coupley?

Summary: It’s the summer of 1987. Another year of college is over for Steve Harrington and he is ready to hit the road for his drive back to Hawkins, but things change when he receives unexpected company.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (SLOWBURN)

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2k

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Parts: 

More Like a Beauty Queen (1)

Don’t Masquerade (2)

Let’s Rock (3) (Coming Soon)

Hours had gone by and you had barely made a dent in the great road trip of 1987, as you had begun to call it. The sun had fallen as the moon rose up in the Arizona sky. You and Steve switched positions, leaving you behind the wheel of his car and him sleeping in the passenger seat. His face was pressed against the window and you snorted when you saw his breath fog up the glass. 

You tapped your fingers against the wheel as you drove along. The road was practically empty. A truck would pass by every so often and you would see other cars before they eventually turned off for exits. Some would consider it peaceful. You saw it as unsettling.

A ‘bing’ resonated through the car and you looked down. “Shit,” you cursed underneath your breath. The gas light was glowing and you scrambled to grab the map. You turned the car suddenly, dirt flying from the back tires and you exited the road suddenly.

Steve jolted back before slamming back into the window and he groaned loudly, “What the fuck, Y/N?”

“Sorry! Gotta get to a gas station!” you grinned over at him, waving your hand in his face. “Go back to sleep, Stevie boy.”

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