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I love timezones

In England it’s 12PM, in Germany it’s 1PM and in the U.S it’s 1953.

Fuck you, SCOTUS.

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POSTING THIS AGAIN!!!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE CAREFUL OUT THERE!!!

#Flooding my blog with pro choice #pro choice #Get your hands off of my rights #roe v wade #I stand with roe v wade

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Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

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help

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so @edwards-hands and I had a very good discussion today about an immensely important subject, spurred by my tags on this post about interspecies relationships in fiction that went off the rails.

#wtf did i just read #kermit the frog #miss piggy #yoda

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all my wips are boring me i wanna start a new steve one but don't know what to write in it <\3

#literally me #like help pls

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Here it is!!

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/shelbywhiterose/648029232261382144?source=share

help me find a fic!

it was a shelby!sister, and the only thing i remember is that she dies and the rest of the family carries a button in her honor

#i scrolled for ten minutes to find this

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📭 Reblog if you want curious anons in your inbox! 📭

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could be fun...

I wanna know...

Who do you ship me with?

Anyone. Any Fandom.

Just knowing me as you do, who do you ship me with?

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Cate's Brother

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Okay so this is loosely based on Cate's Brother by Maisie Peters (I'll link the song for anyone that wants to have a listen) Warnings: Drinking, tooth rotting fluff, implied sex, my poor writing. Word count: 1.2 k Cate's Brother

October 31st, 1985

This was going to be the best Halloween party ever. The past few days had been a whirlwind of telephone calls, shopping trips, and begging and pleading with your mother to let you please host a party at your house. The trips around Target and Walmart buying plastic bunting,  candy corn, and cherry cola were excruciating and cost most of your last month's earnings, but was going to be totally worth it when your party was the best in the neighbourhood.

It started to get dark around seven, the windows of the houses in your street lighting up like candles as the light faded from the sky. You checked your outfit once more, smoothing down your red dress. Last year, before you were really noticed by anyone, you had dressed up as Princess Leia.

This year, you were a she-devil.

Your tight red dress hugged your curves, and your tiny devil horns poked out from the perm you had done a few days before.

The cheer squad arrived soon after seven, dressed in variations of Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, witches, and cats, squealing as they saw the fake webs and plastic spiders. You smiled and hugged each of the girls on your team, feeling mechanical in your greetings. As cynical as it sounded, being popular was tedious sometimes. You poured them all a punch, handing them the bright red plastic cups and complimenting their outfits.

Slowly more and more people arrived, and soon you were floating between all the groups you'd never so much as looked at a few years before. Soon, you saw Cate, your cheer co-captain, and her boyfriend Tommy. Cate had been off 'sick' earlier that week during training and you hadn't been able to catch her since.

"Heyyy!" you smiled, passing her a cup of the fruit punch and giving her a tight, one armed hug. "How are you, sweet? How was your weekend?"

Cate held you at arm's length surveying your outfit. "I love your outfit babes! I'm so sorry I missed the training session, I had to drive to Hawkins to pick up my shitbag of a brother. His mum went a bit," she smiled sadly and twirled one finger next to her head. Loco. You nodded, confused about this cousin. Cate had never mentioned a brother before.

"Half brother, my dad married his mom."

Cate clocked your confusion, gesturing behind her to someone you didn't recognise, but couldn't honestly say you'd noticed without her. Cate's brother stood, staring at the plant pot, almost afraid to touch anything for fear of breaking it. He looked like a dark stain on your prom queen life, like a speck of mould on a renaissance painting, but it felt right.

"Eddie! Come over here, there's someone I want you to meet," cate called to her brother. She looked back at you, a wicked smirk dancing on her lips. Shit. She knew.

Eddie.

He had a flippant air about him, almost as if he was saying 'I don't even want to be here', but his walk was like a coiled spring. He knew he was out of place.

"Hey," he smirked. Your breath caught in your throat. "Eddie."

"(Y/N)" you smiled, breaking out of your trance. You turned and picked up a red cup of punch from the table. "Drink?"

"What's in it?" eddie raised an eyebrow

"Not enough," you chuckled, your heart fluttering. Your heart was in your throat. Eddie took the cup from you, his fingers brushing against yours.  He's the one.

You smiled at the contact, feeling joy rise in your stomach like tiny butterflies. But the niggling in the back of your mind had already started.

What if he has a girlfriend? He's hot and he knows it - he's from out of town so there will be girls throwing themselves at him. Anyway, if we do get together, is it gonna work? Is it going to hurt as much as the last time? Will I recover?

Cate stood, watching your dazed expression with a smug smile.

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted, come on Tommy," she smiled, kissing your cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

You were left with Eddie.

Eddie.

It could have been the rum in the drink and the violets of your perfume but his name overwhelmed your senses.

"Where to now, princess?" he smiled, breaking your trance. You scanned down his body drinking in the way his t-shirt hung from his frame.

"I know someplace."

November 25th 1985

"Eddie," you hummed, resting your head on his chest. He had one arm slung around your shoulders, the other dipping into a carton of popcorn that sat between his legs.

"Shh- It's getting good," he mumbled, his huge chocolate eyes glued to the screen. Rocky IV. You rolled your eyes and reached across, pinching a few pieces of popcorn out of the carton.

You'd never been a fan of the Rocky films, but you didn't have the heart to stop him once he'd seen the posters. He wasn't able to do this sort of stuff in Hawkins. The mall had burned down late the summer before, but even then he rarely had the money to watch films in the cinema.

The film came to an end and you looked up at your date.

"What do you want to do now?"

"I know someplace," he smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the cinema, heading to his van. He unlocked it and started the engine, the AC/DC tape beginning to sing again.  You settled into the passenger seat, Eddie's hand gripping your thigh as he pulled out of the parking lot.

He pulled up to your house, that same smirk twinkling in his eyes.

The front door slammed as he rushed into your house, kicking his shoes off and pulling your jacket off, letting it drop to the floor. His lips detached from yours, floating down to your neck, his feather light breath making you shudder.

"Eddie," you muttered, your attempt stopped by his fingers on your lips.

"Shh."

He lifted you up, lips still attached to your neck and headed to your bedroom. Once there, he dropped you on your bed. You watched from your sheets as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, his hair wild and loose.

Thank god your parents weren't home.

***

You lay on his right, fingers tracing shapes on his bare chest.

"Eddie,"

"You know i'm not like the others, right? I'm not gonna disappear," he interrupted you, turning his face towards you, chocolate brown eyes melting your fears.

"How can I be sure though, you're gonna have to go back to Hawkins at some point..." you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest.

"Then come with me."

"What?"

"Come with me, stay with me over christmas break and i'll be back for Spring Break. And then after, we can figure it out. I'm not going anywhere." He propped himself up on his elbow, studying your face.

"I promise," he cupped your face in his free hand. You pressed a kiss to his palm.

"Pinkie promise."

#maisie peters #songfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things netflix #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

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that was fuckin whiplash omg 😂

In the town where I grew up, there was a large statue in one of the parks, of a famous historical white colonizer. I'm not going to say who specifically, suffice it to say that it was someone who wasn't worth memorializing for their deeds. And as you can imagine, this statue was a frequent target of vandalism, with paint or toilet paper or eggs on multiple occasions. Now, the local council was generally pretty lax when it came to repairing potholes or other public damage in the town, but every time, 24 hours after this particular statue was hit, the same person would always appear in a Hi-Vis vest, hat, mask and sunglasses, carrying a bucket of water, and wash it clean. They would do it as quickly as possible, but always made sure the face and the name carved at the bottom were generously scrubbed. This only encouraged people to do it again, and so it became a vicious cycle.

Within a year, the statue had sustained so much damage that it was unrecognizable and the lettering unreadable, so eventually the council came and took it down. Also apparently, the person in the Hi-Vis vest didn't even work for the council. They were supposedly just some 'good samaritan' who cleaned it, often before the council even discovered it needed cleaning, so they just let them do it and ignored the problem. They didn't bother putting the statue up again.

Much later, we found out that the anonymous 'samaritan' had been deliberately washing the statue with a bucket of saltwater, which had dramatically corroded it, causing irreversible accumulative damage far worse than spray paint ever would have done. It's even theorized that they were also often the one spray-painting it, just so that they had an excuse to come back after a day to wash it.

#Chaotic good #doing god's work

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Two modes: crime lord and dad vibes

Tommy - Finn, go to Arthur’s, give him some of that Tokyo you boys take when you get blue, get him to show up at this reopening, it’s his name above the door.

Also Tommy - *sees Finn with a glass of whisky* *embarrassing dad mode activated* “Finn! Give me that! Keep him off the whisky John!’”

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #tommy in dad mode #finn shelby #tommy shelby in dad mode #Tommy shelby the crime lord #Peaky blinders season 2

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literally nothing except how the fuck do you write again?

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reblogging this while i sit my ACTUAL A LEVELS

LEGALLY BLONDE (2001), dir. Robert Luketic

#crying #legally blonde

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Dating Steve Harrington would include...

cheering him on during his basketball games

and very reluctantly going back to watch games even after you've left

knowing about his secret farrah fawcett spray and fabrige organics routine

being jealous of how good his hair is

stealing his hair products

trying the ice cream at Scoops Ahoy while he 'works'

babysitting the gang with him because god knows he can't keep a secret

or a job for that matter

joining in with Robin to tease him

holding him tight late at night when he has nightmares about everything he's bene through

watching the newest movies from his job at

being dissapointed but not surprised when he shows up with black eyes and a broken nose

picking you up with roses

night time dives

watching the stars from his car

making out in the back lanes

sharing his t shirts

having half your wardrobe at his house

pizza and KFC takeaways

him being up to try new positions things

going swimming in the pool at his house at night

initially being worried that you were going to become just another notch on his belt

him taking the relationship as slowly as you wanted because he actually cares about you

cuddles after sex

he's all about making you feel good for sure

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things netflix #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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I wish I could be like one of those Tumblr people who make well-written and informed analyses on their interests and hyperfixations but no I got stuck with the GGAGRRHHD AARRAARFGHFGG. HHGGGGRGGGGRGRRRGGHH MMBBRBBRBJGJGJ KKAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHH AAA !!?,,!??,!

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tag yourself, i'm #3

Peaky ep3

 Ep1

Ep 2

EP 4

EP 5

@the-makingsofgreatness @flysafepapi @retromafia @peakybaby @peakyv @champagneholland @bonniesgoldengirl @weeo @lizzieshelby @peakyblinded @peakyblinders1919 @murderousginger @mrs-gray @johnshxlby @sighonahurricane @aranoburns @bestbitchsstuff @twvstedsouls @huntingingoodwill @the-u1tracheese @theshelbyclan @thewinterhunter​ @deepdonutkid​ 

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February 12th

Each of the Shelby Sibling’s grieve different, a year after, you, their sisters death. 

Warnings:death, swearing, grief.

All Gifs belong to their rightful owners

One shot 2300 words. 

It had been 365 days around the sun without you and that dreaded February 12th came with the cold breeze of spring, a time when it was difficult to celebrate new life when you would never walk the earth again.

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