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Can't believe stancy is really what drove me back to this hellsite
Cant believe I literally made a new blog just for them on this hellsite, anyway give me blogs to follow
Anyway follow my stancy blog !!!
I would like the next post claiming that Steve and Nancy getting together will ruin their character arcs to write me a 2k word explanation with supporting data from the show, not their hc. utilizing media tropes, standards, etc.
i came out as bi 5 and a half years ago and it was very scary and people very close to me treated me differently/said rude things for a while. but i was so relieved anyway and just want anyone who needs to hear it know that you are so loved and so important
Can't believe stancy is really what drove me back to this hellsite
anyone who thinks steve would force nancy to stay at home and raise 6 kids instead of her pursuing her career while he becomes a malewife has no understanding of his character at all
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Stancy ft. Robin, two Sinclairs, and a Henderson. Fill-in fic for the missing day. Angsty. Somewhat graphic descriptions of injuries. Spoilers through Season 4 Volume 2.
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He opens his eyes to see filmy, gray light streaming in through his blinds, and he feels, in spite of everything, grateful to see the sunrise. His own bed is beneath him, that’s a blessing for the count. His apartment is still standing. He’s still breathing. Nancy’s still breathing. His cup runneth over.
He goes to sit up and lies immediately back down, struck by a wave of dizziness and jagged, angry pain. When it passes, and he can unclench his jaw, he thinks to himself it’s not so bad, actually. He’s had near-death experiences worse. Hell, he’s had hangovers worse. Say what you want about Steve Harrington, but you can’t deny the kid can take a punch.
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Kamala Harris is a cop, but I will literally die laughing if Joe Biden kicks off while in office and a black & Indian woman becomes president. The wailing and gnashing of teeth from the racists and misogynists of this country will be deafening. Sweet music.
Anyway. I don’t love either of them, but I hate Trump, and this is a reminder that sucking it up and voting for Biden this November is our last chance to avoid a conservative-majority Supreme Court for the next few DECADES. Our last chance to stem the damage of lower courts being packed full of completely unqualified conservative judges. Our last chance hem that mothertrucker McConnel in. It’s about more than Biden. Maybe if control of the Senate flips, we can get ranked voting and move down the road to someone like Bernie finally being able to make it.
Or, we could continue living in a tire fire. Who the hell knows at this point?
I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”
I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.
I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out. I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing.
“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back. “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
“Go wherever you want.”
I’d never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
I told him I did.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys.
“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”
I didn’t doubt him.
Twenty minutes had passed. I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
“You need help with something?”
“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”
“What do they look like? I’ll put it into the group chat.” He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. “Um, it’s just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
“Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck.”
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. “Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, girl!!!”
They circled around me. I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd.
“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh my god, yes.”
“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
The cheer went up.
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
THIS is boys will be boys
on a camp with teenage boys recently and as i was one of the camp leaders, it was part of my duties to help wake said boys in the morning (at 6am or a similar ungodly hour).
we (the camp leaders) found the most efficient way to do so was to blast music from a tinny little speaker one of us owned.
so before the sun itself has risen, we’re walking down a corridor with 8+ rooms filled with 6 or more boys in each, blasting the one and only Let It Go from Frozen, hoping to wake a few students, preparing for hateful commentary.
instead, what we got was the thumps and shouts of boys excitedly leaping from bunk beds, stuffing on shirts and bursting into the corridor to scream the lyrics to Let It Go.
every.single.boy.did this.
as soon as the song finished, they acted like it never happened and went back to their rooms to get dressed.
you will all be pleased to learn that provided with the zero-gravity environment of scuba diving, it is not uncommon to turn around to see 3 or 4 teenage boys t-posing mid water column
Young men and boys! Please reclaim ‘boys will be boys’ by doing chaotic good things, having good clean fun, and engaging in benevolent bro culture.
two giiirls chillin’ in a hot tub
Me from trying to keep the conversation from dying
Children while their parents try to work from home
Trying to be positive like
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hello do u ever think about how lup and magnus must have started so many revolutions together. sometimes even on purpose??? they’re best friends. they’re unholy terrors. they’re the reason davenport is going grey three months into every year
most of the time it isn’t even for the purpose of obtaining the light, they just can’t not act whenever they come to a new world and find a despot king or a hoard of vampires that won’t stop terrorizing that sleepy little town… they crave both adventure and justice. they feed each others’ best (and worst) impulses. they’re going to give taako a heart attack
don’t come crying to him when you get bitten by a vampo, lup!!! taako says. if you start craving blood that is not his problem. taako’s sweet red juice is off limits, a-thank you.
it’s okay, lup! magnus says. you can have some of mine!
lup says, see, taako? now that’s loyalty. that’s a true friend. magnus, if you get turned into a vampo while we’re storming the big scary dracula castle, i promise i will also let you have some of my blood.
taako throws his hands up in the air and leaves the room. when he comes back they’ve come up with a secret handshake and also sealed the deal with an actual blood pact
not to give everyone tonal whiplash but a century later julia will marvel at how strangely knowledgeable magnus is about running a rebellion. it’s like he’s done this a hundred times and now it’s old hat. magnus is also very surprised???
where did you learn to read smoke signals??? julia asks.
no idea! magnus says. i think maybe… a friend taught me?
(even later, magnus will think that julia and lup would have gotten on like a housefire)
(…probably literally)
(weird that that’s a comforting thought)
youre doing amazing sweetie
i want to see my lit-tle boy
here he comes
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
YOOOOOOO
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
GUYS.
HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER
20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.
I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.
OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG
i really hope my wish comes true
my last two wishes came true, one more couldn’t hurt
SO I WISHED FOR AN IMAC THE LAST TIME I DID THIS AND A WEEK LATER MY MOM SURPRISED ME WITH AN IMAC. HONESTLY SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WANTED ONE, I DIDNT TELL ANYONE, IT WAS AN EARLY XMAS PRESENT. Wow this works
whenever this is on my dash i always reblog it <3
i wish someone would love me
holy shit it worked i wished for 1k followers (lame lame ik) and the week after i got 1k followers.
please please please 🙏🙏🙏🙏
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
._____. don’t really expect anything to happen because it’s me. But it’s worth a try.
Doesn’t hurt to give it a try :))
I’m taking this as a sign
Please 🙏🏻
Please alow my desire to manifest
ya lit ⇥ female characters
with hearts of of steel and fists made of iron