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The little pause before saying friends, my bby wanted to say something else:(((

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They're so funny for always looking like a rich couple actually

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Searching for a soldier boy x autistic reader fanfiction

Well .....it seems I have to write one if I don't find one.

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Why, Miss Elphaba, look at you. You're beautiful!

Love their dynamic, can't stop drawing them!

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Thinking about how Glinda never really hated that hat. She actually really loved it. It was dear to her. Her granny made it for her and probably played pretend with her, making Glinda’s dreams of becoming a sorceress come true. Glinda was just embarrassed when Pfannee and Shen Shen found it, so she pretended to hate it.

Maybe when she said she didn’t hate anyone that much to give it away, she really meant she didn’t love anyone that much— she didn’t trust anyone to understand how she could love a hat so hideous.

Maybe she knew Elphaba would understand. Maybe she knew Elphaba would take care of it.

And maybe Elphaba proved her right. And now, Glinda gets to admire as the most fearless person she has ever met cherishes her hat as dearly as she did.

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I'm starting a collection (X, X, X, X)

BONUS:

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I'm too far gone ✧˖°⊹ ࣪ ˖

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I've started on this path and now I can't stop ⋆˙⟡₊˚⊹♡. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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jealousy enemies to lovers smut with fiyero where he's lowkey kinda cocky about it🤪

“You love this cock don’t you? You tell everyone you hate me, but you just love this cock in your little pussy so much,���

MANNN JEHSIAJSJSJ

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Ok ok hold on hold on-

You’re telling me Glinda and Elphaba see this little girl (Dorothy), who makes friends with their Husband (Fiyero) and their other friends (Boq/The Tin Woodsman and The Lion Elphie SAVED) and their first instinct is NOT to adopt her and teach her Witchcraft?

Like the shoe situation could have been handled so so differently and then Glinda and Elphaba could have hid Dorothy from the Wizard and taught her to be a new Witch to help them topple his empire for GOOD.

GIVE ME THAT GRITTY RETELLING OF THE WIZARD OF OZ!

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A Gelphie dance 💚💗

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would gay sex fix them?

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Okay, but I just LOVE the idea of Glinda hardcore flirting with Elphaba as a joke, but then realizing she is legit into her, and then she reels it back because she doesn’t know what to do with that discovery.

So Elphaba is CONFUSED AS FUCK because Glinda is always touching her (!!!) and saying questionably flirty things (!!!). She’s suspicious because she can’t fathom WHY someone would instigate physical affection—let alone be attracted to her!

But, although she may not admit it, Elphaba loves, loves, loves all the physical affection and she loves, loves, loves Glinda’s unusually kind, if not flirty, words towards her. HER. The wicked, repulsive creature who has been ostracized and tormented her entire life!!!

And so when Glinda stops touching her and stops babbling questionably flirty things, Elphaba is devastated because Glinda’s the ONE FUCKING PERSON who has EVER made her feel NOT SO WICKED, NOT SO REPULSIVE. Maybe even made her feel…BEAUTIFUL??!??!!!

And Glinda and Elphaba are forced to go their separate ways, so Elphaba never knows how beautiful she really is. How beautiful and lovable she is to Glinda.

SHE. NEVER. FUCKING. KNOWS.

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I could make a serious Wicked review and talk about the vocals and the choreography and the costumes and the sets, which are all great, but this is tumblr, and I know that all of these aspects will not matter nearly as much as me reviewing the movie by how much gay subtext they put into it, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Elphaba and Glinda are either holding hands or have their arms linked for about 70% of this movie. Literally, after they officially become friends these girls are attached at the hip.

'What Is This Feeling?' remains about as gay as it usually is, but I will highlight that they lie awake at night thinking about each other which. I know what you are etc etc

The scene where they dance together is. I have no words. That was beautiful. Both actresses put so much emotion into the sequence. And there's a moment where Glinda puts her hand on Elphaba's face, almost like she's brushing away the tears there, and that shit made me cry as well.

'Popular' is insanely homosexual. There's a scene where they're laying down on the bed looking into each other's eyes, and Glinda shifts to basically be on top of Elphaba. My jaw was on the floor. Just lots of touching and Looks all throughout.

When they go to see the Wizard all that casual touching I mentioned previously is multiplied by tenfold, and there are several moments where Elphaba looks at Glinda for reassurance, which was very sweet.

'Defying Gravity' made me just as emotional as I knew it would. I do wish they had hugged but honestly with all the handholding and the staring into each other's eyes, and Glinda wrapping the cloak around Elphaba, they gave us plenty. Once again the acting caught me by surprise (specially from Ariana), both of them communicate so much with just looks.

Anyway my overall thoughts are, these bitches gay, good for them. They did not tone down the subtext at all (like I know some people were worried would happen), and while they didn't make anything explicit either (which I never expected them to*), I'm confident that both Cynthia and Ariana understood the assignment in regards to the kind of relationship Glinda and Elphaba have in canon, and that was enough for me.

*I will admit that a secret corner of my little lesbian heart hoped beyond hope that they would include the scene from the book where Elphaba canonically kisses Glinda (iirc it's supposed to be during Defying Gravity), but like, I always knew they wouldn't.

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And here is the character guide for Open Arms:

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Basket Case - (Steve Harrington x reader)

Ch. One - King Steve

summary: November of 1983 in the sleepy town of Hawkins started like any other until Steve Harrington is paired with resident basket case Y/n Henderson, kids go missing, and monsters are real

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this may be v long, afab!reader, language, minimal use of y/n, bullying, (put this one in second person because I felt it fit better)

author's note: hey lol

Friday, November 4th, 1983

You weren't used to this. Being put on the spot in front of an entire class of twenty other kids was something that just doesn't happen to you. You thought at this point in your high school career the teachers would know you would either self-destruct or stutter like a moron.

"Ms. Henderson? We're all waiting?" Mr. Mundy sniffed, his runny nose making you want to gag.

"U-uh...uh..." You squeaked before scrunching up your face and dropping your head on the desk. Mr. Mundy sighed while the other kids laughed at the poor basket case kid.

"Anyway, kids, factorizing the polynomials..." the old man's voice slipped to the back of your mind while you mustered up the courage to move your head to see the board through your hair. You accidentally made eye contact with Claire Sims and immediately shifted your eyes to the tile floor.

The dismissal bell rang with you being the first person out of the room. You stalked down the hallway with your head down and weaved your way through other students to get to your locker. You hissed under your breath at Eddie Munson doing whatever stupid shit he and his stupid bandmates think is funny in the middle of the hallway next to your locker.

"Hey y/n," Eddie smiled, leaning on the locker next to you. You smacked your hand on yours and popped it open, making Eddie flinch.

"You have any trouble today?" Eddie asked, twisting some rings on his fingers. You sighed and shook your head, yanking your biology book out along with your lunch bag. "Figures. Tommy and Carol skipped this morning. Gross..." Eddie wrinkled his nose. You slammed your locker shut and stomped down the hallway, leaving Eddie and his Hellfire friends where they stood.

You slipped into your next class and threw your bag down on the floor next to yours and Jonathan Byers' table. "Hi y/n," Jonathan mumbled, sending you a small smile.

You glanced at him, sliding your bologna sandwich across the table to take his PB&J like you did every day. "Bologna again?" Jonathan teased, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. You sighed and nodded, "She knows I hate it. She does it just to slowly kill me from the inside out," you growled. Jonathan chuckled, putting the evil sandwich in his bag.

Mr. Kaminski waddled into the classroom and mumbled his way through the lesson, avoiding any and all eye contact with you and Jonathan like the plague until the bell dismissed you all to the cafeteria. Or in yours and Jonathan's case, to the yearbook red room so he could develop pictures, and you didn't have to sit alone. You munched on your sandwich and chips folding your algebra homework into a fortune teller.

"Oh, hey...Will wanted me to thank you for the colored pencils. He loves them..." Jonathan spoke up, smiling at the picture he was poking with tongs. You nodded, tossing your trash and waved at Jonathan as you walked out. Jonathan waved back and watched you walk off to wherever you went after lunch.

You shuffled through the empty halls, enjoying the quiet as you followed cracks in the tiles with your eyes. "Oh, God, look at her," Carol Perkins scoffed to her boyfriend and their friends stood in the main hallway. "Jesus, it's like she does it on purpose," Tommy snickered.

Steve Harrington stood up from the drinking fountain they were all crowded around. He looked up and down the empty hall, missing you completely as you slid around the corner.

"Who?" Steve asked. Carol snorted, "That screwball loser, y/n," she sneered. Steve pursed his lips and nodded, "What's she doing?" he asked the couple.

"She's just fuckin' weird! Like, why does she have to freak everyone out twenty-four-seven?" Tommy laughed. Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. He had no idea what happened to you. You used to be cool as far as he knew.

"Hey, you think Munson put a curse on her or something?" Tommy whispered to Steve. "Like, maybe she wouldn't screw him, and he cursed her for the rest of time?" Carol laughed.

Steve snorted, pulling his bag over his shoulder, "Well, we'll probably never know. I gotta go to history. I'll see you guys," he said, waving to them. Carol smiled and waved before she pulled Tommy in the direction of their next class. Steve sighed, tossing his bag on the floor and greeting his basketball buddies while Mrs. Click rummaged around in her desk for some papers.

"Okay everyone! Today we're going to start on a project," Mrs. Click said to the dismay of the entire class. You straightened a bit in your seat. History was your favorite.

"Please be quiet so I can finish..." Mrs. Click sighed, "You'll be working in pairs with one group of three. I'll be partnering you up this time. You can thank Mr. Carver for that..." she said, sending a pointed look to Jason Carver who simply shrugged with a smug smile. Mrs. Click sighed, sitting at her desk again to put on her glasses and call out names.

"Okay...Jimmy and Robin..." she started. You laid your head down on the desk and started scribbling out a drawing of Robin Buckley sat behind Steve Harrington. "...and Steve and y/n! Okay! Go ahead and get comfortable with your partners because this is where you're sitting for the rest of the semester," Mrs. Click said.

Steve couldn't fucking believe it. No way Mrs. Click just partnered him up with a spaz like you. Like, seriously? What did he ever do to her to deserve this?

"Um, hey, Steve? Can Jimmy take your spot? Everywhere else is full," Robin Buckley asked, tapping his shoulder. Steve blinked and nodded, mumbling a "yeah, sorry" before he grabbed his things and crossed the room to the empty seat beside you. You were still in your own world, scribbling away and taking glances at Robin every few seconds. You licked your finger and smudged the lead around Robin's feet for shadows.

"Uh...hey..." Steve said awkwardly, sitting in his new seat. You paused, turning to look at him slowly through your hair before looking back down at your drawing. Steve sighed, pulling out his notebook. "Shit," he huffed, mad he couldn't find his pencil.

Smack!

Steve jumped and turned to the lump of black hair and clothing next to him that slammed a mechanical pencil on his desk. You slipped your hand into your pocket and pulled out another for yourself. You pumped out the lead and kept scribbling as Mrs. Click started handing out directions for the assignment. She tapped you on the shoulder and gave you two pieces of paper. You pushed your hair out of your face and read over the outline.

Steve tapped his fingers on the desk, awkwardly watching you read over the paper. "D-do I get one? Or..." he trailed off, trying to read it. You smirked, licking a full stripe up your palm to your fingertips and separated the papers, passing him the one you decided was his. Steve pursed his lips, grabbing it with as little contact as he could.

"Thanks," he mumbled. You giggled to yourself and started writing some ideas you were already well versed in and ones you knew you could do by yourself if Steve decided he was too good to even try and do the work.

"Alright, you'll have the rest of this class period to work and until next Friday to turn this in and we'll do any presentations the following Monday. Okay, have fun!" Mrs. Click said and the whole class started talking and scooting desks together except for the one pair that sat silently while one wrote down ideas and the other watched curiously.

"U-um...I think we should do the sewing machine, the telephone or the Model-T...I'll let you pick," you said, pushing your paper toward him so he could see your long list of project ideas including some other things from previous subjects you thought could get extra credit.

Steve let a smile pull at the corners of his lips before he snuck a look at you. You had gone back to your Robin picture and bringing out the curls in her hair when Steve spoke again. "You're really into this stuff, huh?" he asked. You just nodded, smudging your art.

"Shit! Did you draw that?" Steve asked, scooting closer which made you move a couple inches away.

"S-sorry...Did you though?" he asked again, raising his eyebrows. You hesitated but nodded, pushing it his way so he could see. "Wow...wait, that's the girl that sits behind me, right?" Steve asked, looking at the drawing up close. You nodded, picking at your fingers and biting your nails.

"I get bored when we talk about stuff I already...know about..." you mumbled, shading in Robin's shoes.

"That's really good. You should show her," Steve said. You shook your head. You would rather die than give anyone you've drawn their picture. Especially a complete stranger you only shared a class with. Steve shrugged, "I think you should, but it's your drawing," he said, looking back down at the list and circling two of the subjects you picked.

"How about these?" he asked, passing the paper back. You scratched your nail over the circles and shrugged, grabbing a highlighter and highlighting the two subjects plus an extra credit subject you thought would be good enough.

"I'll be in the library after school until four thirty. Don't be late, King Steve," you said before you grabbed your things and fled from your seat. Steve almost got a word in but you were already across the room standing in front of Robin. "Here. I drew you," you said, giving her the drawing and walking away. Robin's eyes widened, looking down at the drawing and back up at the spot where you were standing just two seconds ago.

Steve sighed, tearing a page from his book and writing a note for his newest obsession (Nancy Wheeler) "Meet up tonight? Pick you up at 7. -Steve :)" He slipped the note into her locker and struggled through his last classes of the day until the final bell sounded and Steve had to sit in the library for a full two hours with you. He was a little scared to see what would happen if he didn't show up.

Walking into the stuffy room, he could see you sitting at one of the round tables in the back, doodling away at another picture. "Hey," Steve said, setting his stuff down and grabbing his history books. You glanced at him, closing up your drawing and grabbing your own books.

The hours flew by faster than you both though they would. Steve thought your constant silence would drive him crazy, but the moments he did get you to talk were nice. You always seemed like you wanted to say more and talk about whatever was on your mind but you stopped yourself every time. You were only afraid of getting made fun of. You didn't like Steve very much and you knew exactly who he was. Acting all nice and pretending he actually cares about what you had to say wasn't enough for you to even begin to trust him. He was an asshole and that was all he would ever be to you. Nothing more.

"So, do you wanna...work on it some more on Monday? Or..." Steve asked, standing with you.

You shrugged, "That's fine. I don't think me going to your house would be a good idea anyway, so, yeah, that's cool," you said, checking your watch and making your way to the exit. Steve furrowed his eyebrows and scrambled to catch up to you. "Why would you think that?" he asked, glancing up and down the hallway.

You rolled your eyes, clutching your books to your chest. "The exact same reason you're looking around making sure nobody can see us talking," you said, pushing open the door to the parking lot.

Steve sighed and closed his eyes. He'd been caught. He didn't know why he cared so much if people saw. It's not like he would immediately be labeled a loser if someone saw him hanging out with you. He just didn't want his rep taking any hits...like an asshole...But it's not like he wanted to be friends with you anyway, so it didn't matter in the first place.

"Look, I gotta go get my brother. See you Monday, Harrington," you said, turning on your heel and walking into the parking lot. Steve sighed, spinning his keys on his finger and going to his own car. He sat in the driver's seat, watching you climb into your green Chevelle and toss your bag in the back seat.

Steve shook his head to snap himself out of whatever the hell was wrong with his brain and drove home. You sighed, thankful Dustin's bike was coming out of the shop the next day and you wouldn't have to drive him around anymore. You loved your brother, but he was a pain in the ass.

"Dustin! C'mon!" You called, rolling your window down. Dustin held up a "wait" finger to his friends and ran up to the car. "Hey, can we take the rest of the party home too?" he asked. You sighed, sending him a look. Dustin pouted, pulling the best puppy dog eyes he could. "Fine. Are they going to their homes or are you guys keeping me up all night?" you asked as Dustin hopped in the passenger seat and the other three members of the party shoved their bikes into the trunk and squeezed in the back.

"Thanks y/n!" Will said, buckling in. "Yeah, thank you!" Lucas and Mike said. You sighed and nodded, starting your tape and driving off.

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Hey, thoughts on Dean's denial on being bi? Like 8×13 he was hit on by a dude and he said "I don't swing that way."

Hi, Nonnie!I’m not sure if you’ve gotten a little confused or if I’m the one confused here.I know Dean has said “I don’t swing that way” (or similar phrases) before, buthe didn’t say it in 8x13.

He said it inCroatoan (2x09) to a man who wastrying to get him out of the car when the road was closed and there was aquarantine.

In Jus in Bello (3x12), he told agentHenriksen a similar version when the man said he got a lot to celebrate becausehe was seeing Dean and Sam in chains.

He used avariation of the phrase in Live Free orTwihard (6x05) when the vampire (who later bit him) called him “pretty”twice.

In allthree situations, Dean was under stress and in danger. When he felt threatened,his sassy self took charge and had come backs ready even in situations where hewasn’t being propositioned.

Everybody Hates Hitler (8x13) was totally different. Aaronwasn’t a threat to Dean. It wasn’t a dangerous or stressful situation. And theguy wasn’t mocking him because he didn’t call him “pretty”. On the contrary, heused the phrase “Is that supposed tomake you less interesting?�� Dean thought this guy was actually hitting on himbecause he found him attractive and interesting, because he thought they had amoment, “a little ‘eye magic’ moment (like the thousands Dean’s had with Cas?)And what was Dean’s response? None of the “I don’t swing that way” crap. Thiswas the exchange:

DEAN: Yeah.Uh, okay, but no – uh, no moment. This is a… federal investigation.

AARON: Isthat supposed to make you less interesting? No. I – I’m sorry, man. I hope – Ihope I didn’t freak you out or anything.

DEAN: No.No. I – I’m n-not freaked out. It’s just a, you know… a federal thing. It’s,uh… Okay… [his phone rings] citizen. As you were. [Dean walks away]

AARON: Youhave a good night.

DEAN: You –you… [he turns back to Aaron and bumps into a table, causing glasses to knockagainst each other] have a – okay. (x)

Dean neversaid he wasn’t interested. He never said he didn’t swing that way. His bigexcuse was the “federal thing” and he got very nervous and awkward about it.Dean had probably never been hit on by a man in a non-threatening, mockery-freesituation. Dean Winchester didn’t know how to react. If he really wasn’tinterested, he would have just said so. He was surprised someone actually likedhim, and his reaction gave the interpretation of “potential for love in all places”. And that’s not something I’msaying. That’s something that Philip Sgriccia (the director of the episode) andBen Edlund (the writer of the episode) said in the DVD commentaries:

Ben Edlund:[referring to Jensen] He did amazing in this.

PhilSgriccia: He was so funny in this.

Ben Edlund:Yeah.

PhilSgriccia: The whole, like, close-up where he pulls the wallet back, that wassomething he did that we caught with a camera.

Ben Edlund:Yeah.

PhilSgriccia: It was so much fun to shoot that because he played it so right downthe middle, you know, just more awkward about it.

Ben Edlund:Oh, yeah, yeah.

PhilSgriccia: Like, “Wow, somebody likes me.”

Ben Edlund:Well, that’s the weird thing is that it reads in this weird way where it does feel like Dean’s a little bitlike–It’s almost like a romantic comedy kind of fluster. Which is veryinteresting for the character Dean, because it just sort of suggests this weird [laughs] this potential.

PhilSgriccia: [laughs] This potential forlove in all places. (x)

So, dearNonnie, I think we can all agree that 8x13 was not a moment of denial for Dean.To me, it’s the best bi!Dean moment in the show so far. Dean will always rememberAaron because…