#inspired by a tik tok

[afewproblems]

To Better Things Ahead (Than What We Left Behind)

Okay, there's a video of two ladies in a golf cart and one is trying to teach her friend how to shotgun a white claw and it has SUCH Steve and Robin energy that I had to:

"Okay, so you just put your mouth on the hole that you made," Steve says patiently as Robin lifts the can to her face.

She glares balefully as she does so, with one eyebrow raised and skepticism clear in her eyes.

"Listen carefully now Buckley, these are important life skills after all," Eddie says conspiratorially to Robin and Nancy as he leans down to grab a beer for himself from the cooler, he gestures to the can as he turns to Nancy who nods. Eddie leans down a second time to grab another can and Steve can't help but stare.

How can he not, Eddie’s ass is fully on display as he leans forward, and the borrowed red trunks hug him in all the right ways. He looks at Steve briefly and winks with a wide lascivious grin complete with dimples. 

Steve tries to tamp down the blush that threatens to emerge, rolling his eyes as he scoffs loudly. 

He could easily blame it on the heat but Steve is also fairly certain that Nancy has now caught on to how the blush only ever surfaces when Eddie teases him --or when he took off his shirt earlier and tossed it at Steve's head.

It's not Steve's fault, he’s only human after all.

He ignores the way Nancy's blue eyes follow him with a small knowing smile as she takes the beer Eddie offers.

It's a Saturday and one of the few days that Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie are completely free of obligations --school is out for the summer, the kids are all at the arcade, and none of them have been scheduled for work.

They settle beside the Harrington pool; no one has ventured into the water just yet but given the height of the sun and the rising temperature, swimming hasn't been completely written off for the rest of the afternoon. 

Nancy rubs a layer of sun block on her arms and readjusts the umbrella Steve set up for her and Robin --who had previously demanded it not five seconds before abandoning the shaded seat to squeeze herself in beside Steve on the sunbleached lounge chair closest to the pool's edge.

"Okay Birdy, now in a sec you’re gonna crack the top of the can and you’ll want to tip it slightly so gravity helps you --then just start suckin’,” Steve continues, trying his best to ignore their audience and the strange flash of deja vu that hits him. 

He looks up briefly at Nancy and wonders if she feels it too. 

It's been a slow process, getting used to sitting  beside his pool again without the constant reminder of everything that happened that night hanging over his head. 

He still hasn’t reinstalled the diving board, not yet.

Steve’s gaze wanders, catching Eddie staring, the barest hint of pink begins to bloom along his cheekbones as he gestures with his beer can, "you better watch your apprentice Stevie--” 

He says it just in time for Robin to crack the top of the can and a fountain of beer to explode out of it, directly into Steve’s face. 

The can continues to spray out of the top as Robin thrusts it away from herself, opening her mouth to say something only to let the one successful mouthful of beer run down her chin and onto her knees.

No one says a word for five whole seconds as Steve wipes the beer out of his eyes.

Nancy and Eddie are frozen on the lounger across from them. Nancy looks as though she’s not sure if she’s allowed to laugh and her hands are braced on the seat on either side of her to launch herself off the chair at a moment's notice.

Eddie lifts a ringed hand to cover his open mouth, slapping his palm to his face just in time to catch a bark of laughter but not fast enough to cover it completely. 

No one can hear it though over Steve trying to catch his breath between gasping hysterical cackles. 

“Robin!” he manages to wheeze as he wipes his face with his hands again to remove the last of the beer.

She’s not listening at this point having doubled over, her shoulders heaving in silent laughter as she screams, “I breathed out!”

“Why would you do that?!” Steve splutters as another laugh splits his face into a wide grin, he slides off the lounger and onto the concrete as Robin flops backwards on the seat, holding her stomach as tears stream down her cheeks. 

Steve leans over with his hand braced on the lounger and takes a deep breath to slow down the laughter, “Jesus Christ”.

“You’re both absolutely covered in beer,” Nancy says at the same time Eddie crows, “that was fucking awesome Bobs!”

"I can't take you anywhere," Steve breathes out finally as Robin sits up and meets his gaze, looking past him for just a moment before letting her eyes snap back to his face with a wide mischievous grin pulling at her lips.

Steve barely has a moment to really register the look before Robin's bare foot is lifting up to press into his chest with enough force that he's tipping backwards.

Steve manages to squawk, "Robin--" in a strangled voice before he hits the water with a huge splash. Steve kicks out his legs to try and bring himself upright and breaches the surface with a loud gasp.

Steve sputters and whips his hair out of his eyes, taking deep breaths, "what the fuck Robin," he spits out a horrible mouthful of pool water and wipes his face again to see three sets of eyes staring at him.

Eddie stands in between Nancy and Robin, who cackles gleefully at Steve.

"Come on," she giggles, "you were covered in beer, easy solution," she gestures at the pool and shoots him a wink at the offended huff Steve lets out.

"So what's your excuse?" Eddie asks slyly as he lifts his hand to the small of Robin's back and gives her a gentle shove, she opens her mouth in a gasp as she stumbles forward, losing her balance, and falls into the water beside Steve.

Eddie turns to Nancy who crosses her arms at him with a fierce glare.

Steve doesn't understand how he ever thought Nancy Wheeler was some delicate flower with that fire burning behind those blue eyes.

She lifts a single eyebrow which is enough for Eddie to step backwards with a muttered, 'oh shit,' before he's turning towards the pool himself. Steve can't help but laugh as Eddie launches himself into the water in a fairly decent approximation of a cannonball, making the water tip up onto the concrete patio. 

Robin swims up beside Steve as Eddie surfaces, whipping his hair around like a dog as Nancy scolds him with a laugh in her voice.

"Did you ever think we'd get here," Robin asks him quietly, her eyes on Nancy as she takes off her sandals and walks around to the ladder on the far side of the pool.

Steve hums, quiet for a beat, as he thinks of the last time he went swimming in this pool with Nancy Wheeler.

The warm summer air and sunlight rail against the cool wind and the blanket of stars in his memory, Tommy and Carol’s jeering is slowly replaced, piece by piece, with Robin’s full belly laughter and the utter joy on Eddie’s face as the beer can exploded.

Barb's face will always be there, lingering in the shadows of his yard, but as Nancy looks at Steve with a new bright smile before tipping her face towards Robin, Steve can't help but wonder if this is how they're supposed to feel at twenty.

"I hoped," he says quietly with a shrug as Robin nods and gently knocks her shoulder into his own.

Robin reaches out and squeezes his hand once under the water before she wades towards Nancy, bouncing up and down on the tips of her toes as she goes.

A hand touches Steve’s lower back and slides around to the scarred edge, it tickles lightly as  Eddie uses the contact to swing himself like a pendulum until he’s gliding through the water in front of Steve. 

The sun warmed water rises in the small wake Eddie creates and Steve can’t help but admire the way the light paints his skin.

“If this is what Harrington parties were like back in the day, I think it's safe to say I am pretty put out having skipped ‘em,” Eddie gives him a lopsided grin as he edges closer.

Steve snorts even as Eddie inches even closer, as his other hand comes up to trace the scars on his other side. 

“Nah,” Steve says with a soft smile, from this close he can see the faint freckles across Eddie’s nose, “you didn’t miss much”.

Eddie laughs as he leans in, “well, we got time to make up for it, hey sweetheart?”

Steve closes his eyes as Eddie runs the tip of his nose down his cheek. 

They have all the time in the world, and Steve can’t wait.

[daily--cats]

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I love men who love cats and that cat is adorable ♡

[acourtofquestions]

“If you were to ask me what Throne of Glass is about…

I’d say it’s about the epic journey of a teenage assassin in a corrupt kingdom.

But if you were to ask me on a deeper level, I’d say…

It’s about how small acts of kindness can change the outcome of the world.

Money to a barmaid, waiting an extra minute to shoot, a warning in a competition, a cloak in a cold dungeon, a message on a wall, sharing your lavender soap.”

[nappingmoon]

nanami finds your perfect engagement ring -of course- but he is torn on the decision of the accompanying bands. he revisits the jeweler over weeks, standing before the glass and comparing the rings in the display to pieces of your favorite jewelry from past photos. they would all look so gorgeous and each unique ring aspect reminds him of a different part of you and, rather than leave any option behind, he gets a bunch. some have little emeralds, because the pop of green just compliments your skin tone so well. another is simple, just a band for your quieter days, when things get overwhelming. one stack of rings joins together like a little sun, and even with all the diamonds set in it, it cannot even hope to match half of your sparkle.

he gives each one to you on a different date. one night, he takes you for a beach stroll. you've just finished dinner at the most beautiful restaurant on the coast and as you walk hand in hand, your sandals in his free hand, you're focused on the sensation of the sand between your toes, and how the water feels lapping up before receding. when you turn around, he's got his eyes fixed on you. his gaze is soft and full of nothing but adoration and you watch him sneak his hand into the pocket of his pants before pulling out a stunning little band, decorated with small pearls. "kento, you did not!" you squeal, giddily making your way back to him, leaving small divots in the wet sand. you throw your arms around his neck without thought, and he grips on to the ring hard while his arms come around your back, intent on not dropping it. he replaced the sapphire embellished ring with the new one, perfectly fitting around your sparkling engagement ring. the blues were cute by the water but the pearls brought in such an elegant aspect. after taking a moment to admire it, you rise back to your tippy toes and bring your husband in for a kiss.

he smiles against your lips, pleased. "i take it, you like the ring?" he asks, as if he had even a smidge of doubt.

"it's perfect, my love." your response is echoed by the waves, the soft rumble of the ocean glittering under the moonlight only strengthening the resolve in your voice.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

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[yes-im-a-simpp]

Dick : What you and a hospital have in common?

Wally : I don't know Dick, what do we have in common?

Dick : I should be inside both of you.

Wally laughing : That's really funny-wait a second.

Dick :

Wally :

Dick :

Wally : Why do you have to be in a hospital?

Dick taking his shirt off : Well, I kinda got shot three days ago and-

Wally : DICK WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE BLEEDING OUT

[tratshka]

Gota draw him serving CUNT

[ssahotchnerr]

ellie taking everythinggggg off her bed (everything besides the mattress 💀🤭 pillows, all her stuffed animals, blankets) and bringing it to your and aaron’s bed. the way she so proudly yet nonchalantly walks into your room 😭

the look you and aaron share 😭 — it’s gonna be one long night.

[snowflake-sage]

Everyone look at this right now

[pistachi0art]

been talking about a infection au- Gordo starting a chain reaction by biting Benrey (who doesn’t tell anyone about it)…to then shortly disappear afterwards- Tommy’s the leader now!

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

If you're failing it means you tried. If you're rejected it means you went for it. If you struggled it means you overcame. If you didn't get something you wanted it means there was something you really wanted, that is you opened up your heart enough to be vulnerable.

k.b. // @/nasimehehe - tiktok

[theloveinc]

Lmfaoooo just thought about internet dating shinso and he’s so suave and cool online … then you meet in person and he doesn’t say a damn word

[loonylupinblack3]

Wretched

Paring: Barty Crouch Jr x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: barty crouch jr is wretched

Word count: 0.6k

“Looking for this?”

I turned around reluctantly, none too thrilled to find Barty Crouch Jr staring at me with that wicked amusement in his eyes, a book in hand. Not just any book. My book. The one I needed to complete my Charms essay, and the one Barty knew I needed.

I held my hand out, not in the mood for his shenanigans. “Give it here.”

Barty raised his eyebrows at my tone, a wretched grin making its way onto his face. “You sound grumpy.”

I gritted my teeth. “I’m not grumpy.”

Barty hummed. “I think you are.”

I scowled, lunging forwards in the hopes to catch the Slytherin by surprise. Barty was too quick though, or maybe he was just suspecting the attack, because he moved smoothly out of my way, holding the book at a distance. My scowl deepened and I crossed my arms.

“What do you want then?”

Barty feigned confusion, going so far as to scratch the side of his head in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath, glancing around the quiet library. There were only a few students in there; the sound of turning pages and the scratching of quills on parchment the only noise in the place. Aside from Barty and I, in a little nook in the back of the library. It was a sunny day, unusual for November, which was why the library was so empty; most wanted to enjoy the sunshine while it lasted.

Noticing my surroundings was a tactic I used to calm down, one I’d found myself using a lot more once Barty Crouch noticed my existence. He went from not even knowing my name last year to constantly badgering me every chance he could. It was infuriating.

“Why don’t you go outside like everyone else and just give me my book?” I demanded.

Barty tilted his head, looking at me like I was something he couldn’t quite figure out. A puzzle he couldn’t solve. I glowered at the thought, surging forward to try once again to get my hands on the book.

The wretched boy was too fast again, this time grabbing both my wrists with one hand and pining them above my head against the bookshelf he pressed me against. Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I refused to look away as the Slytherin leaned in closer, his eyes boring into mine.

He tilted his head, moving forward until I could feel his breath against my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

“Why don’t you say please?” he rasped, voice so quiet I nearly didn’t hear it.

I swallowed thickly, finding myself at a loss for words as I stared at the wretched boy in front of me. He was that; wretched. He was the most wretched person I had ever met, with his wretched smirk and wretched hair and wretched confidence as he talked to me, like he didn’t care that I hated him. Like he knew I didn’t really hate him at all.

“Well?” he prodded.

I stared at him, my eyes straying to his lips. They were parted, small pants coming out of them like Barty was feeling just as flustered as I was. I looked back into his eyes, and I think we both knew I wasn’t asking for the book when I breathed, “please.”

Barty’s lips crashed against mine as he got a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back to give himself better access to my mouth. I melted into the kiss, feeling my knees go weak as I returned the pressure, moving my mouth against his like it was the only thing I knew how to do.

My tongue swiped across his upper lip and Barty let out an appraising groan, his hold on me tightening as he tugged me even closer. There were fireworks everywhere as the kiss continued, my mind hazy.

When we finally pulled back, we were both panting, staring at each other with undisguised hunger.

Barty flashed that smug smirk and handed me the book, our fingers brushing. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“You, Barty Crouch Jr, are wretched.”

Barty grinned. “I know.”

[milobyelo]

The real reason Iceman and Maverick’s chat log was empty during the movie Is 100% because Maverick asked something stupid and was so embarrassed afterwards he just deleted the chat so no one would know.

Maverick: Is Pink Panther a lion?

Iceman: Say that again but slower

Maverick: I don’t get it?

Iceman: He’s the pink PANTHER

Maverick: Okay but is he a lion?

Iceman: Mav, angel, light of my life, he’s a panther

Maverick: Is that a kind of lion??

Iceman: No it’s a fucking panther

Maverick: I just googled, they are not pink??

Iceman: AND LIONS ARE???

[penxil]

i think Silver would have grandma levels of detecting lies and scams online. as in he would believe everything and share it to 15 friends

[resident-gay-bitch]

going crazy about sirius black wearing glasses