I used to LOVE Charlie Puth, like I downloaded all of his songs and knew them all by heart after a couple days but now he gives me the biggest ick! I can't stand him! He seems like the biggest jerk! Someone needs to knock him down a peg.
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I used to LOVE Charlie Puth, like I downloaded all of his songs and knew them all by heart after a couple days but now he gives me the biggest ick! I can't stand him! He seems like the biggest jerk! Someone needs to knock him down a peg.
me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??
i knew ashley johnson as anna was going to ruin me but dear god. the grunts of pain that bring this ellie into the world are the same ones you hear as you make sure that ellie survives the games. the knife that ellie wields the way she does because of ashley’s own experience is one anna tells marlene to give to ellie. ashley johnson made ellie who she is and bella ramsey is keeping her alive and anna staring at a baby saying “you fuckin’ tell ‘em, ellie.” means the world to me actually
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.
I will always reblog things like this, it won’t ruin your blog or the look of it, and this could potentially save a life.
PLEASE reblog this.
I have reblogged this about three times now and I will never not reblog it
i actually heard of this happening in atlanta not that long ago. that shit is terrifying as hell.
idc if it may ruin my blog look or whatever, if it means word gets out about these bastards then imma reblog x1000
reposting on my friends account
holy shit, that’s absolutely horrifying… definitely gonna reblog this shit, this could fucking save people’s lives.
Maybe this will be useful to some of my followers!
Everyone should see this, it’s really important
I reblog every time
If you don’t reblog this you’re auto required to leave
I fucking told you, auto
hOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS HORRIFYING PLEASE REBLOG
oh god oh god oh god
PLEASE REBLOG
I’M NOT EVEN JOKING
WTF
Stay alert ladies!
be warned
REBLOG!!!!!!!!!
HOLY SHIT! GUYS REBLOG THE FUCK OUTTA THIS!!!
I’m used to not rebloging anything ………..BUT HECK YEAH I’M REBLOGING THIS!!!!!!!
This is horrifying! Everyone please be careful!
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PLEASE REBLOG
STOP SCROLLING
PLEASE REBLOG
HOLY CRAP!!! ALRIGHT ATTENTION TO THIS!! PLEASE REBLOG THIS!!! - THIS SHOULD ALSO BE A WARNING THEM GUYS!!! PLEASE!!!
This isn’t a big thing in England (that I’m aware of) but I’m still reblogging this because I have American mutuals and followers! Please please stay safe guys
DON’T SCROLL PAST THIS!!!
PLEASE, PLEASE REBLOG THIS, THIS IS HORRIBLE AND IT NEEDS MORE ATTENTION
Please stay safe everyone。:゚(;´∩`;)゚:。
stop scrolling bitch
reblog this dammit
DONT SCROLL, PLEASE REBLOG FOR OTHERS
I know it’s Valentines day, but I’m going to reblog this anyways. Idk if it’s not still relevant. I’m not running any risk.
I loved Teen Wolf: The Movie, don't get me wrong, but it just didn't feel like Teen Wolf without Stiles. I would have gladly waited until Dylan was available to shoot it.
I loved Teen Wolf: The Movie, don't get me wrong, but it just didn't feel like Teen Wolf without Stiles. I would have gladly waited until Dylan was available to shoot it.
I would love to play a female version of Stiles!
I love Wren. They did not give him the ending that he deserved!
Personally, I don't think Aria and Ezra should have ended up together. She should have ended up with Jason or Jake 🤷🏼♀️
I'm pretty sure I've posted about this before 😂
I had a dream that Ian Harding was in, and it has changed my whole day. Ugh I can't get it out of my head. I am desperate for the man!
Daryl with Judith makes my ovaries HURT
Daryl with Judith makes my ovaries HURT
I just want somebody to love and someone to love me, is that too much to ask???
I just want somebody to love and someone to love me, is that too much to ask???
i've got you - s.h.
summary: after dinner with steve's parents goes terribly, you let him know everything will be okay; based on a kiss prompt: an "everything will be okay" kiss wc: 2.5k warnings: shitty parents, sad steve, but fluff to fix it! a/n: lol so this was supposed to be a blurb, and it got out of control! i hope you like it!!
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Steve was silent as he unlocked the door, tossing his keys with a bit too much force onto the table just inside your entryway. He kicked his shoes off, the toes of them thudding into the wall, one of them leaving a small scuff mark on the paint that you’d have to remove later. You’d gone to dinner with his parents, and to no one’s surprise, it had not gone well. His dad had started in on him immediately, berating him for the millionth time about not going to college, for having a shitty job and a shitty apartment, for refusing to work with him at his company — the list went on and on. Steve’s hand on your knee was the only thing stopping you from blowing up at his dad; you knew it’d only make the situation worse, and didn’t want to do that to Steve.
You’d never liked his parents, his dad more specifically. They turned your sweet, affectionate, and bubbly Steve into a shell of himself — quiet and reserved, eyebrows pinched together, shoulders stiff. He’d tried to keep any semblance of emotion — namely, the pain — off of his face, but you knew him better than that now. And as much as he tried to shrug off his dad’s comments, you knew they got to him.
Following suit, you stepped into your small apartment with Steve and closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it. Your own shoes came off, much more carefully than his had, and you shrugged off your jacket, hanging it up before turning to Steve. You called his name softly, catching his forearm in your warm palm, tugging at the cuff of his jacket, “Let me hang this up for you, bub.” He let you help him out of his jacket, placing a soft kiss to your cheek as a thank you, though no thank you of any kind was necessary.
There had been tentative plans for a movie night for the two of you, but now you weren’t sure if Steve would be feeling up to it. The question was on your lips as he turned to you with a half-hearted smile, “Still want to watch a movie?”
“Sure,” you nodded quickly, wanting to do whatever would help him relax and get his mind off of the awful dinner, “I’ll start the popcorn if you wanna go change into something comfortable.” You’d met his parents at a fancy restaurant, calling for your nice, but uncomfortable, clothes. Steve nodded and placed a soft peck to your lips in parting, and then made his way to your bedroom.
The popcorn was barely halfway done when Steve padded into the kitchen to find you. He’d done a quick change, swapping his nice pants and shirt with a pair of sweatpants and his favorite hoodie. It was obvious he’d also taken a few seconds to brush out the gel that had been in his hair; it looked softer now, and a few pieces hung loosely in his face. Your favorite part, though, had to be that his glasses were now perched on his nose. Steve didn’t wear them often, even though he needed them, but you loved how he looked in them, and told him so every time. You couldn’t help but grin when you saw him, “Hey, handsome. You look comfy.”
“Definitely better than that stiff shirt and tie,” he grumbled, crossing the kitchen and stopping just behind you, a warm hand settling against your hip. “I’ll finish this, you go change, too, baby.”
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On the lips | Steve Harrington
summary :: you’re steve harrington’s fake girlfriend for no longer than two weeks before he realises nancy wheeler doesn’t care about him and he realises it wasn’t about her anyways.
warnings/tags :: fem!reader, quickly edited
wrote this quickly at work so enjoy <3
“Steve.” You whine, and you can’t really help it. Nor find it in you to mind at all. The party you’re at is loud and it’s getting late, and you’d rather be at home right now.
“Yeah, babe?” Babe. God, really knows how to lay it on thick, doesn’t he? You’re not sure how long you can put up with this.
When Steve Harrington, your best friend, the one guy you’ve been hopelessly in love with for well over a year, asked you to be his fake girlfriend, you didn’t stop yourself from saying no. Didn’t even think twice. Which is why you think it’s so pathetic. That, even being with him in a fake sense, was just enough of a good excuse to be near him longer than any friend should be.
You know he didn’t ask you to be cruel, he has no idea you’re into him. You could straight out tell him to his face that you like him, and you think he’d laugh out of pity or confusion. Because, yeah, he’s your best friend and you think the boy would do anything for you if you asked him to. But, he’s also a dunce and doesn’t know anything about anyone who isn’t Nancy Wheeler.