i post randomly and mostly just pouring my thoughts out because i had no one to talk to lol
i love harry potter, bridgerton, skins uk gen 1, stranger things, gilmore girls, avengers, tawog&twwwog, the perks of being a wallflower, and many more!
i listen to stayc, sports, lana del rey, clairo, wallows, d.o, and sometimes i listen to other things too (depends on what i feel like)
my fav ships are lunarry, romione, book hinny, lumax, jancy, mileven, winterwidow, and stucky
Self explanatory. I feel super guilty but the think is, lying almost feels natural to me. When someone asked me anything and i have to give out an excuse, the lies will roll off my tongue effortlessly.
2. Bed rotting
Currently doing it 🥺✌🏼. I could go hoursss on my bed doing nothing but zoning out or scrolling on my phone.
3. Procrastinating
You will never catch me doing things before less than 24 hours of the deadline.
4. Forgetting things
Things slipped out off my mind easily. I have to remind myself of something important 10 times minimum.
5. Messy
I actually have zero clue on how to be organized. My room is not 'messy' messy, but it is definitely not the most organised either.
Somewhere in this world, there's a girl smarter, stronger and more talented than i will ever be, but doesn't get the same privilege as i do to show her capabilities to world.
content: pure fluff with a suggestive end in the third headcanon.
word count: 504
a/n: first post ever :) plz be nice
It's a well known fact—at least to you—that Steve can't hide what he's feeling if his life depended on it. Specially when you're kissing.
You can tell without him even saying a word, whether he's had a good day or a bad day, whether he's kissing you to wash away the weight of it all, or to bask in it.
He usually doesn't come home too late from work, but sometimes, Keith asks him to take the closing shift. Those days, he doesn't get home until well after the sun is down.
As soon as the door closed behind him, he'll make sure to find you and greet you with a kiss, like that's all he needs to melt away the stress of his long day. He'll leave lazy, short pecks on your lips, making sure to taste you throughly. His hands—which usually roam your waist and your ass with indecisiveness—will cup your jaw tenderly, holding you in place, gently tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
When he pulls away, he'll graze your cheek with his thumb and smile drowsily at you, whispering a soft "Hi", like he didn't just render you speechless in less than a minute.
Once in a while, Robin drag Steve into a dive bar, and then he'll come home a little tipsy—bordering on drunk—stumbling a little and laughing at nothing in particular.
Those days are secretly your favorite, because on those, he kisses you without burden, maybe even a little sloppily, but you find it endearing. He can't help but grin against your lips and chase after you when you part from him. His hands squeeze your hips playfully, almost like a little kid demanding attention.
And yeah, maybe the next morning he'll whine and complain that his head hurts, but it was worth it because it meant you got to baby him until he felt better.
Then there's the rare occasion where Steve comes home angry. Angry at a customer, angry at his parents, sometimes even angry at Dustin, God knows why. Those days are rough, not because he's snappy, but because he's fully closed off.
He'll shut the front door a bit too loudly and barely even acknowledge you before sighing and plopping down on the couch. And at first, you let him breathe, have a moment to calm down. Then you sit down next to him, letting him choose when to move closer. He chooses that same moment—like moth to a flame—and throws his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him.
He'll start with a kiss to the crown of your head, your cheek, then he'll shift and peck the corner of your mouth, before finally giving you a proper kiss. He'll lay you back, propping himself on his elbows and enveloping you with his broad frame, barely parting from you.
He'll give kisses like he's taking, taking your sweetness, taking your patience, your kindness. He'll take, and take from you, all night, until he can't even remember what he was mad about.
kiss divider by: @uzmacchiato
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I used to think that losing a home was the hardest thing that could happen.
But what I’ve learned is that the hardest part comes after — trying to rebuild your life while carrying the weight of everything you lost 💔
Every day, I try to focus on the future. On my education, on my family, on the hope that one day things will feel stable again. But hope becomes difficult to hold onto when every step forward feels uncertain.
This campaign is not just helping us financially. It’s helping us believe that our future is still worth fighting for.
If you’re reading this, thank you for taking a moment to see the person behind the fundraiser. Your support, your kindness, and even sharing our story can make a bigger difference than you might imagine 🤍🙏
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This is truly heartbreaking 💔. I will continue to pray for your wellbeing and share your story to reach as many people as possible,, sending love and prayers😢❤️
And somewhere in this world, there's a child wondering every night before going to, whether they'll be alive or dead for the next morning, and if they'll still get chance to keep on praying for the wellness and a good future of their people to god...
Somewhere in this world, there's a girl smarter, stronger and more talented than i will ever be, but doesn't get the same privilege as i do to show her capabilities to world.
things/topics i don't lie about (as a person who lies 78% of the time);
1. My beliefs
Religion, political beliefs, anything involving tradition and culture, etc. i just don't feel comfortable lying about what i believe in and taught growing up. for instance, making up stories about my religion as i believe it can affect my faith 😮💨
2. My intelligence/abilities
So what if i fail to understand certain things? To me, it's a chance to focus on parts that im lacking of in order to improve myself!
3. My family
It shocked me that some people lied about their family members because they're ashamed of them (?) while my family members are not the greatest, but i truly value and appreciate them for what they are! I love them with all my heart
4. My interests
Well cause im not a larp haha
5. My friends
I love love love my friends! Especially since i studied in boarding school, they became like a second family to me.
6. My feelings
If i don't like something, I don't. If like do like something, i do. (Of course, i express them with politeness). I think everyone should start being honest about their feelings especially to people! I think it's because i grew up in affectionate environment, so it's easier for me to express those kinds of emotions... BUT being clear about your feelings can benefit you in many ways (avoid future conflicts, miscommunication, etc) you just have to be polite about it
If you'd like to be added to Remi's taglist, please let me know!
It was late in the afternoon when Harry found Remi down in the Greenhouses. The sun was setting but it was still warm out, and much more inside the Greenhouse. Even from where he stood, he could see Remi's face was flushed as she worked behind a few plants. Her curls were tied down in a low ponytail that was failing miserably at keeping her face free.
"Remi, what are you doing here?" He asked her in a gentle voice yet still managed to alarm her enough to cut her finger.
"Wah—!" She popped her finger into her mouth and shot Harry a look for his imprudence. He smiled sheepishly at her. She rolled her eyes and eventually pulled her finger out and wiped the remnants of blood on her robe. "And they say I have no manners," she mumbled and picked up her knife. "What are you doing here, Harry? Oh, I get it," she said before Harry even opened his mouth, "You're sneaking out again, aren't you? The Greenhouse isn't a good place to hide unless you want to be surrounded by plants which, I suppose, isn't all that bad—"
"Rem," Harry cut in before she drove herself in circles with her rambles. He was more than used to Remi's ramble tangents, but he often worried she would talk herself out of breath if no one interrupted her.
Luckily, Remi never seemed to take offense. She just smiled and went back to cutting. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Just wandering," shrugged Harry and moved down the long table. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just…wandering…" she mimicked him and looked up from under her lashes with a big smile. An infectious smile.
"Careful, people might think you're up to no good," Harry remarked. He stopped beside her and looked down at what she was working on. He was never a top student in Herbology so he had no idea what plants she was working with. As Herbology partners, that's why she always led and he followed.
"Well, are you going to tell me what you're doing here or not?" Remi asked him after another moment. She had finished slicing up a few green vines and moved them to the corner.
"I'm just trying to get away," Harry ultimately confessed. She hummed and moved onto her next cutting.
"Is it about the D.A.?"
Harry nodded.
"If you want to get away from all that for a while, I'm probably not your gal. I can and no doubt will talk your ears off," Remi said, offering him an apologetic smile for future incidents.
"I don't mind," he said easily. He never minded; she always had so much to say and people rarely bothered to listen to her.
"I'm just saying, there's probably a lot more sophisticated people you might want to hang out with if you're feeling low."
"Is this your way of telling me to get lost?"
Remi chuckled lightly. "I'm just trying to help you, Harry. You know I suck with words. I mean, I say too much and only 20% is viable. It's one of my many flaws that make me a less than desirable pureblood in the eyes of my family."
"That's not true. You're way better than all the pureblood lot here," Harry said immediately, and she blushed.
"You're always so nice to me…" she mumbled, intentionally diverting her gaze to the black stems she was cutting. It was very easy to slip away from reality when Harry was next to her, especially with his bright blue eyes. She, who was all but coherent and, in her opinion, competent. She was no Hermione Granger with brains, no Luna Lovegood with creativity, no Ginny Weasley with vibrance.
"Everyone deserves kindness, Rem. I think you and I of all people would know that," Harry said, bringing her out of her thoughts. He was smiling at her with his usual charm.
His life outside of Hogwarts with the Dursleys spoke for itself. Her life with her grandparents, specifically her grandmother, was nowhere near the "prim and proper" life most purebloods boasted. Remi hated it and wished nothing more than to live away from that life. Harry felt privileged to know what Remi's biggest wish was — to live in a muggle neighborhood. He told her about his many grim stories living in Little Whinging and yet she always found a way to see the bright side of living in such a "cutesy" neighborhood. Harry didn't see anything about the damn block in that kind of light but he never burst her bubble. Remi just wanted to explore and most of all be free of the cruelty. He understood that so, so much.
"Least when you try to help, people don't turn to run," Remi bobbed her head. It happened on various occasions. Many people referred to her as 'Remi the menace' because of how much of a klutz she could be.
Harry laughed quietly beside her.
"Don't laugh, you jerk," she jammed her elbow in his side.
"Ow! Okay, okay, sorry!" Harry rubbed his side for a moment. "It's just kind of funny, you know."
"Oh, yeah, hilarious," Remi rolled her eyes. "People call you" — she abruptly pointed at him with her knife without noticing Harry dodging the sharp end — "the Chosen one and I get called 'Remi, the menace'! How's that fair? I mean, sure, I do cause a few accidents here and there…" She waved the knife on her side, her gaze still not where it should be. "And, yeah, I should probably work on my pace and all but…a menace? Really?"
"Erm, Remi…" Harry gingerly lowered the knife in her hand back on the table.
"Oh, God!" Remi let it drop completely and groaned. "Okay, fine, the name fits!"
"I think it's a…lovely…nickname…"
Remi deadpanned him. "Shut up, Harry."
"Okay." Harry smiled to himself. He was already forgetting the stress of the D.A. "You never told me what you were working on."
Remi crossed her arms and looked at the plants around them. "Just something for myself. I like to have a collection of plants even when I'm away from home. Like you, I'm trying to escape the daunting thoughts of what we're doing."
"You know…you know I would completely understand if you stopped coming to the classes," Harry said, meeting her eye. "I know how big of a trouble it would be if your grandmother found out."
"Sawyer and I know exactly what we got ourselves into, Harry," Remi said. She knew she spoke on behalf of her and her cousin when she said that they didn't regret it one bit. "It's just surreal knowing why we're doing it. But there is no one else we would rather trust than you."
Harry flushed at her words.
"I know being the teacher is probably overwhelming you so…just remember that you're doing great." Remi reached for the discarded knife and resumed cutting. She could feel Harry's eyes watching her movements and feared she would forget how to cut and end up slicing her fingers.
"You're doing amazing too, you know."
She almost got her pinky then. She stopped cutting to look at him and thanked him. "But I know I have a long way to go. I almost got Hermione's ear during one of those practice rounds. And let's not forget I still haven't quite gotten my Patronus Charm working yet."
"That's a really advanced charm, Rem. You're not the only one who hasn't gotten yet but I know you will. You always do."
"I sure wish I had your confidence," Remi admitted with a chuckle. "I know that I'm not all that great of a witch, no matter how disappointing it is to my grandmother. I'm okay with it, honest. You don't always have to be nice about it."
Harry disagreed with her. "You're a good witch. I think a lot of it just comes from your family and that is something I get, trust me. But you are amazing."
Remi felt something warm creep up her neck and didn't dare look Harry in the eyes. If she did, she was a goner and since she was currently holding a knife in her hands she could not afford something like that to happen.
"Listen, if you want, we could practice together…if that makes you a little less nervous about things?"
For her own safety, Remi put down the knife altogether. "Like…alone?"
Harry nodded. He was aware of how his proposition may sound but he didn't have the courage to make it more clear. He could pick fights with Voldemort himself but he still wasn't brave enough to tell one of his best friends that he liked her.
Remi considered the idea and how much she would internally panic about it later on. "Yes!" She blurted and instantly regretted it. She was definitely going to freak out about it later. Hopefully, Hermione would have some advice for her…along with a firewhiskey, although maybe that one might be more of Sawyer's and the Weasley twins' prerogative.
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