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bruh-----respectfully · 3 years

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hello i want new friends most preferably Muslim brothers like me here is my 'profile'

k i'm funny like my sense of humour is immaculate

i love myself and will love you too

i'm Muslim (no way 😱)

i'm born in Mauritius but then moved to England to the UAE to Kuwait to England again but this time Walsall instead of London

i am the eldest of five in a dysfunctional but loving but dysfunctional family

i am 20 years old

i love music and listen to a wide variety and generally my favourites just aren't mainstream but thankfully some are getting some widespread recognition lately

speaking of music i sing to myself all the time and will sing awfully to you, habibi 😎

i am fond of chocolate and hoodies so gift me that shit (money's good too tho)

i am always down to hug/cuddle

i write poetry tell me stop if you want you might make a good argument for me to stop but i won't

i will scream how much i appreciate you

don't expect bought gifts from me at this very moment bc financially issa struggle but baby i'll try to do awesome things for you without spending money

i simply adore the homies and will let them know just how

i am cute in the way i exist i think

my behaviour is chaotic good for the most part i think

i know the difference between turtle and tortoise

why don't you? 🤨 jk

i want to play basketball with somebody like throughout my life i gravitated towards it but didn't play it enough to see just how good i currently am and don't know where i need to improve

i'll remind u that you are loved

i will inform you about important shit

we can rant about our parents' actions that we haven't discussed with anybody else

i didn't perpetuate the 'drama' around Driver's License or shame Joshua Bassett for his looks or antagonise Sabrina Carpenter cause i choose love and i actually knew wtf was going on and wasn't a sheep who rode stuff other folks of my generation were riding for the sake of it, nor do i have an obsession with slapping my hand over my mouth all 'astonished' at stuff online in front of my peers to feel better about myself

blue is my favourite colour

i once cut a butterfly's wing by accident like literally chopped half of it off and it has hurt my heart bad

i've also made many more mistakes than that which actually have contributed so positively, or rather, i have contributed positively to myself by looking at them and realising i am human and i deserve to be loved and so i learned to have love for everybody else.

i prefer Coca-Cola over Pepsi

i'm realising i don't have a formula or criteria for what makes up this profile. anyways,

i love Disney like they are my bitches but fuck the way they perpetuated orientalism with Aladdin that irks me so fucking much. anyways stream WandaVision and Candace Against the Universe on Disney+

oh and stream Infinity Train on HBO Max

oh and stream Superstore wherever

fuck Elite on Netflix it's uncalled for and unnecessary

i'm good with a camera so let's have a photoshoot baby

Monsters vs. Aliens is like my favourite DreamWorks movie after the Shrek franchise

fuck Aladdin once again

the stuff i've said may be a little all over the place but here i am. take or leave my presence :P

walk beside me bc emotional trauma is healed primarily through safe relationships and we likely share some trauma if we get along idk maybe who cares

follow my poetry page if u don't wanna be friends :P

also romantic relationships are a modern human invention which have caused tons of sadness and identity crises for no reason

yeah there's plenty more ideas where that⬆️ came from

#idk what fucking tags to use #friendship #new friends #Muslim friends #bro #bros #bruh #bored #traumatised #trauma #friend #friends #Muslim #Muslims #Islam #Ramadan

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mxtantrights · 3 years

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˚ · · . · ✵ ✷PART TWENTY-FIVE

warnings: guns, Steve Harrington has music taste in this

HAWKINS,INDIANA

NOVEMBER 5, 1984

While the kids were fighting, and Mickey was ignoring me, me and Steve heard something in the far distance. Even had the weird moment where we looked at each other as soon as we heard it. We both took small steps from where the sound came form.

"You think that's it?" I ask him

He nods his head. "Guys!"

The kids stop their bickering and come over to us. The boys specifically.

Max is on the offense. I let the boys go ahead and jog over to her.

"Come on, neither of us have flashlights. We're safer with the idiots." I hold out my hand for her to take.

She takes it and jogs with me and we catch up with the boys. They keep on walking and walking until we get to a hill. We can all see the foggy Hawkins area, but no Dart. Lucas uses his binoculars to get a better look.

"It's the lab." He tells all of us. "They were going back home."

But none of us were, it seemed like.

"Steve?" Both Nancy and Jonathan ask at the same time.

Steve looks at them both, "Nancy?"

Dustin and I both call out Jonathan.

Holy shit where has this guy been? Some crazy stuff has been going down and he hasn't been here? Even the stuff with his brother? Where was he this whole time?

They all start having a conversation but something in my mind is telling me to look around. Ir'a like one of those gut feelings. And so I do.

I look into the darkness and see that same lab Lucas was talking about.

What if I was born there? In that creepy lab where all these creepy monsters come from? And where El came from? I don't like lumping her together with those disgusting things but that is where she's from.

If that's where I'm from then-

That doesn't make any sense.

We lived in Odessa, Texas. We had a house and we knew people there. I can't be imaging that because my brothers know that too. It was real the life that I had back home was real. The scars I have on my knees from playing on the playground. My first kiss at the middle school dance.

I can remember it.

So why does this place make me ache?

"Jessie why are you staring?" I can feel Max shake my arm a bit to knock me out of it.

I shake my head and try to pry my eyes away from the lab. But it's too late and Mickey's in front of me- even though he was ignoring me. I can't lie to him anymore. I can't. He's part of the only family I trust and I'm not gonna push him away because I'm trying to protect him.

"All of this is crazy but- I'm connected to it somehow. I know it sounds crazy but you have to believe me." I say.

"The whole truth. Or everything you know. Now." My brother grabs my hand and squeezes it.

I feel a shiver go down my back as I look back at the lab. "There's this old photo of Dayton and our parents before I was born. They were here for some reason in Hawkins. And he said it was a year before I was born. I-I think I came from that lab."

"So you're like eleven?" Lucas asks, making me look at him. Looking at that place wasn't going to give me answers I so desperately needed. "So what were you doing in Texas?"

I shrug my shoulders, putting my hand in my jacket pocket. "I don't know why we went back home. But I know that every birthday I've ever had is wiped from my memory. Every single year."

"What that's crazy! Why?" Max now asks.

"Because my mother," I sneak a glance at my brother to see his face change. I knew it. I'm breaking his heart. I'm screwing up his world. My heart feels like it's gonna jump out of my chest. "She's a part of this. Every birthday I've had, that I've forgotten, has been spent with her. She's the one who's doing this to me."

"But-" Lucas starts but he gets interrupted.

Steve cuts through. "Hey let her take a breath, alright?"

"Guys the powers back on."

We managed to get back to the Byers house. Managed being the operative word.

I stare out of the window. It's all I can do. I can't look at my brother. I can't look at Will. I can't look at anybody.

I'm the problem here. It's me.

Me being born started all of this. I mean my mother is to blame here to but if she didn't have me who knows what would've happened? Maybe my family would've been normal. Dayton would be a normal college student. My brother would be a regular kid.

They probably wouldn't have moved to Hawkins.

They would have all be normal.

And I wouldn't have this hatred for my mother.

Beyond that!

Everything is so screwed up.

Will is fighting for life again. There's more monsters just running around. El is no where to be found. I've broken my brother's life into pieces.

"Hey don't beat yourself up."

I don't have to look to know that it's Steve.

But I do.

His eyes look a bit puffy, nose red. He had been crying. Wasn't going to bring that up though. We've already been through enough to know not to poke around. Yet here he was trying to help me?

I run my hands over my face. "Everything is just really fucked up."

"That's an understatement." His snark catches me off guard, I almost have to laugh. "But we got through it last year."

I turn around and look at the scene in front of me. Mike, Max, Dustin, Mickey and Lucas at the table. Will on the couch unconscious. His brother and Nancy standing over him. I think Ms.Byers and Hopper are someplace else.

"Did we though? It doesn't feel like it." I wrap my arms around my body. "You don't have to play the check up game anymore Harrington."

"I'm not Jessie."

When I look at him he's already looking at me. I don't keep eye contact with him for a long time, I'm start to think about the things I was saying about him in my mind. Before he saved me and the kids tonight I really thought he was an asshole.

An asshole with layers maybe.

But nonetheless an asshole.

And now I don't know what to think.

I swallow the lump in my throat that I didn't know was there. "Okay Steve."

"None of this is real it's a kid's game." Hopper groans.

"Last year it helped us." I comment and Dustin thanks me.

I've never seen him like this. The first time I met him he wasn't happy go lucky but at least he could fake it. I guess now that the shit has hit the fan there is no more game of charades.

But also why wasn't he saying anything about El? The time for hiding her is over. We need all the help we can get and she's the only one I know that can take down a super monster like the Mind Flayer.

Hopper skips through the part of Dustin's analogy and starts talking about how to defeat the thing. Of course it is a kids game after all and the solution doesn't help us much.

Until Mike comes up with an idea of his own. Make Will unable to recognize his surroundings so that they can ask what the weakness of the Mind Flayer is. It's a brilliant plan. Something out of a science fiction movie really.

And then we're headed to work.

Everyone is in groups of sorts woking on something to help. Me and Mickey are gathering all the paper we can find and passing it around for everyone. He hasn't said a word to me since I partially explained what was going on with me.

He wasn't ignoring me, but he also wasn't all up in my face.

Absent minded-ly I start humming a song. It's stupid. I do it sometimes when I'm trying not to focus too much on something. Or when I'm doing my hair.

I don't notice Steve walk into the room where we are.

"Are you singing Donna Summer right now?" He asks.

I stop. "You were able to identify it quickly."

"Ju- keep going."

Just as I start up again I can hear someone else humming along with me. I know it's not Mickey or Steve. One because Mickey isn't too much into Donna and Steve just walked out the door. I lift my head up to look at the living room.

It was Max.

We all looked at the notepad to see what Will spelled out.

"Close Gate."

The phone rings.

We all run over but Dustin is the one to pick up the receiver and hang it up. My hearts still beating out of my chest though and it throws me for a loop when the phone rings again. Nancy doesn't waste any time as she throws the whole box down and it clatters to the floor.

"Do you think he heard that?" Max's voice asks all of us.

"It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?" Steve answers but I don't think he's right.

I shake my head "Everyone knows the sound of their home phone."

Everything starts up again so fast. The kids all run to the window to see if any of the demo-dogs are coming our way. I take out my taser from my pocket and try to turn it on but it's out of juice. I put it down on the table and run over to the kids.

Just as I'm about to tell them to get away from the window, Hopper beats me to it.

They all back away and suddenly everyone is inside.

Hopper turns to Jonathan. "Do you know how to use this?"

"What?"

Jonathan definitely does not know how to use it.

"I got it." I reply quickly.

He tosses it to me and I turn the safety off, cock it too. I keep my eye on the door, making it my target with the shotgun. It wasn't my first time holding one of these. Dayton really did raise me.

There's screeching outside. And as quickly as it starts it ends because one of those demo-dogs is flying through the window. I move back making sure Mickey is behind me at all times.

Hopper nudges the thing to make sure it's dead.

Theres a sound from the door. I turn to it with my gun still raised. I see the lock literally un-lock itself. A couple of seconds later the chain is sliding itself too.

Miracles can happen right? If I were to wish it were El, the universe would grant me that wish right? Right?

"Wait." I alert them but I'm already putting my gun down.

The door creaks open slowly and I can see her. She's got a different look now. Still the same girl that saved us all that night. The blood running down her nose shows it.

#DAMSEL #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #AHHHHH #the shotguN!!!!!

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mikenewtonhateblog · 4 years

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My oc’s aka too long of a gd post

The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.

Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?

Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.

Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human

Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.

Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone

Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human

Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)

Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)

Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin.

Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.

That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.

#no i am not looking for critiques on them #i get my critiques elsewhere lmao #my ocs

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