#not sure how i feel about this

[sxphr]

Because, in a room full of people, it would be her she searched for. A thousand people and, yet, she would always look for her. Her ray of sunshine in even the darkest of rooms; her light.

(Wednesday about Enid probably)

[primetime24-24]

[itagakimizuki]

Call each other by our first names.

AT 25:00 IN AKASAKA (2024) | 1.02

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

hes so pathetic he captivates me

[vampire-scones]

His perm is hanging on for dear life at this point. It's been about eight or nine months since his last appointment and the curls were really fighting for their lives. Billy sighed as he looked in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't have that kind of money right now so he could do one of two things. He could start spending hours in the bathroom each morning curling his own hair, or he could just let his hair get in that weird in between of wavy and straight which he hated.

As he looked in the mirror the shine of one of his record sleeves caught his eye. It was Motley Crue's 'Shout at the Devil'. All the band members were on the front, done up in their stage make up and their hair teased to high heaven. His gaze immediately went to Vince Neil. Billy would be lying if he said he didn't think the lead singer was at least a little hot. But his hair...he'd never straightened his hair but he knew damn well he could pull off looking like Vince if he tired.

Billy found himself in the bathroom for the next hour and a bit, Susan's flat iron doing its work in taking the life out of the last of his curls. In one of his copies of Metal Edge he had been able to find a good photo of Vince Neil. His hair teased to hell but still framing that pretty boy face.

After Billy was finished with the flat iron he grabbed a comb, starting to tease and back brush his hair. It took a few tries before he had how he wanted it. All that was left was the hairspray. His new can was half empty by the time he was done with it. He looked in the mirror and couldn't help but grin. He looked fucking good. He looked like a rockstar. Sure this wasn't a style he was gonna be pulling off all the time, but as a little change before his next perm? Absolutely. Now the only thing left was to see how a certain someone would feel about it.

Billy cleaned up the bathroom, hid his magazine away again, and grabbed his keys. He put on a pair of boots and walked out to his Camaro. When he got in he cranked the volume of his 'Too Fast for Love' tap and drove off. With his sunglasses on and music blaring he drove way too fast down the back streets of Hawkins until he reached his destination. Harrington's house.

He pulled into the driveway and saw the door already starting to open. He guessed Steve knew it was him from the music. He leaned against the doorframe and raised an eyebrow as Billy shut off the music.

"Not even a call before you come over? You got something important to tell me?" He asked from his spot in the doorway.

Billy got out of his car and gave his hair a bit of a shake, making sure his hair caught Steve's attention. He took off his sunglasses and hung them on his shirt while he walked up to him.

"What? Can't I just pop by because I feel like it? Or do I have to have a formal invitation from the king?"

Steve stood there, just looking Billy over. His hair was so...different. Steve reached out to touch his hair. "Holy shit...you were busy in your bathroom today."

Billy let out a bark of a laugh and just grinned at Steve. "Like it, pretty boy?"

Steve couldn't help but nod. "Yeah...it looks good. Different. You look like a rockstar.."

"And I'm guessing your into rockstars?"

"I didn't say that! I just said you looked like one."

Billy smirked. He watched as Steve stayed mesmerized by his new look. He would take that as the approval from the masses he was looking for.

"Well you can't get your hands out of my hair, maybe we should go inside so you can pull it."

Steve didn't say anything to this and just grabbed Billy by his collar and pulled him inside, letting the door slam closed behind them.

(Inspired by some tags @flayedintheusa left on another one of my posts!)

[oneawkwardwriter]

spencer reid - meddle about

thats all <3

Meddle About

pairing: Spencer Reid x Hotchner!fem!reader warnings/tags: canon divergent ages (just pretend spencer is old enough to be about a decade younger than hotch, alright? We aren't doing any age gaps here), explicit? like smut-ish, alluding to smth steamy (idfk I'm not good at shit like this, alright?), cursing, pov change after the special divider summary: Hotch's younger cousin comes to visit, only not just for him a/n: first of all, absolutely love that song. Second of all, I have to admit that my motivation was very lacking while writing this and it feels like a total flop, but here you go, hope you like it wc: 0.6k

You were seated in the lobby of the BAU, reading a book as you waited on Aaron to pick you up.

Despite the age gap of nearly a decade between the two of you, you had managed to maintain one of those rare bonds ever since you were young. Now that you had moved to DC for work, having this connection had come in useful.

The door opens, but when you look up from your book, Derek and Spencer walk out instead.

"Oh hi, guys," You say as you stand up and walk over to them, your gaze staying on Spencer for a little longer than needed.

"Hey Y/n, it's been a while since you were here," Derek remarks as he pulls you into a hug.

"Yeah, I know," You respond, stepping out of his embrace after a few moments. "How have you guys been, aside from all the catching bad guys?"

"Oh, you know, been doing just fine," Spencer answers, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "So, what brings you back in town?"

"Got a job not that far from here," You say, "And until I can find a place of my own, Aaron kindly offered to let me stay with him."

At that moment, Aaron walked through the door. "Ah, you're already here. Ready to go?"

As you nod, Derek quips, "You know, if you ever need to get away from your cousin, you know who can call."

"Yeah, Penelope," You quip back, flashing him a smirk before walking off with Aaron. You look back once more, shooting Spencer a glance just for him to understand, then turn back again.

As you look back once more, Spencer can read the message in your gaze.

Meet me at midnight.

You were rarely in DC, and when you were, you were his. Spencer rarely got possessive, but ever since one faithful night a few years ago, it was safe to say he had become besotted with you.

Every time you were in town, the two of you had met up late at night, spending your time with solely each other for as long as you could. There were times where either one of you had wanted to come forward and just tell the others, but you came to the same conclusion every time:

It would only make things more difficult.

Yet when midnight rolls around, Spencer sits in his car with the headlights off, softly smiling when he sees you sneak out of the house.

"Hey-" is all you manage to get out before your words get muffled by the feeling of his lips against yours. As if by instinct, your hands move up into his hair as they softly thread through the strands.

Breaking away for air, Spencer looks at you as if you're the only thing on his mind. "Don't you ever stay away that long again," He whispers breathlessly against your lips.

"I take it you missed me then?" You respond teasingly, unable to repress a light smirk from forming on your lips.

Spencer lightly groans, pulling you in for another kiss, this time a little deeper. "You've already got me down on my knees," He says, his breath still heavy, "No need to be such a fucking tease."

As if to give you a taste of your own medicine, he pulls away and starts driving. Although he keeps his eyes on the road and doesn't exchange a word, his fingers draw slow circles on your thigh.

When he can feel you looking at him, he simply smirks. "Save it for when we get back to my house."

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[cecoeur]

Daniel has written “Not without a fight” on his helmet | via

[exiislost]

Felt like drawing Marshwalker Stan. That's all. Better stuff coming this week

[missathlete31]

At least we get Glen at the parties if not the show

[clementinecourtepointe]

I truly believe that the will scene was the only time we’ll ever hear Eddie call Buck “Evan.” Even if Buddie goes canon — I think Evan is too closely associated with Tommy now!

[shaunashpmn]

“we didn’t make out, or do anything. i just remember, i was lonely.”

[crypticferalfox]

One of my best friends described this blog as my "puppy blog"

[deadplate-confessions]

ok hear me out: charmoree for like. serious fanart and fanfics n shit. rodent for the silly. charmoree sounds like a dark red and rodent sounds like a silly little blue both are good

Confession 167!

[waywardblackkitty]

Here we go again

[smute]

me: yeah moving around a lot while growing up had a lasting effect on me, but it was mostly positive

also me: why do i feel so detached from my peers

[cheerleaderman]

A star’s curtain call

(TW- implied Abuse-)

[How Yuya getting back their memories during their overblot ]

The Curtain has opened and the show has begun

When a child was young their mom promised to take them to the aquarium when she got back. That day never came…

All of sudden the child’s life was turned upside down and now they lived with their aunts family. “Where was mom?, she coming back right” they cried but no one comforted the child. The funeral was held many tears were shed and cries shared around.

“It’s been enough time they said” “It’s time to go over they said” The child didn’t comply immediately like they wanted. Everyone knows naughty children  get punished and punished they did.

The more the child cried the more punishment they would get. “Why are you hurting me” “ please stop hurting me” they beg as they hid but it didn’t stop. They tried going Other family member some called them a liar and others didn’t believe. The Family were good people why aren’t you grateful they took you in.the eldest cousin joined in the torment the other 2 looked away .Only thing that would make them stop was compliance . The child eventually broke.

Be the picture perfect family

Be the perfect child

get good grades, be involved in many activities, smile when they need you to smile, cry when they need you to cry, help others and expect nothing in return, if you want something you’re selfish, something bad happens move past it and get over,most importantly what happens in the house stays in the house.

You’re wishes don’t matter, you’re feelings don’t matter hide them anyway deep into your heart. Learn to endure That’s how you’re able to survive 

So the Child complied, trying to fit the role they were given. Play the flute as requested, help the neighbor with babysitting or cutting the grass. crochet animals for newborns how thoughtful of you. There’s no time for friendship their to busy or the family disapprove. Get compliments on your skills it makes them look good.

Be the shooting star that everyone looks up to and strive to be.

“ You’re such bigger person for forgiving” “You’re cooking is wonderful you must give me the recipe” “Such a helpful and thoughtful child” all felt like empty words but a smile was still showed as expected.

At 14 they wanted revenge.Though they had strength they couldn’t win in a fight against the golden child.So let’s cut up some charges, few items misplaced , snapped a CD or 2. It cause tension and fights in the family. It gave them so much glee they never got caught and made sure of it. They’ll leave this place behind at 18 everything will be ok then.What’s a little pay back

Things took an unexpected turn. A 15 the child’s family was having a gathering. Everything was going smoothly they just finished up the cooking extremely tired ready to relax. Going to their room the Eldest stopped them “ I know it was you” he shouted “ what do you mean” they questioned “ You destroyed all of my games and movies” this when back and forth getting louder. Hearing Other family came to check what was happening until thud and everything going black.

Coming back to their senses they were in a hospital room? What happened ? They fighting with their cousin then what..At the hospital doctors did test and Workers asked questions this time the child was truthful. They won’t have to deal with their Aunt and Uncle anymore but others is a different story.

Being released back to the Family they gathered. “Why didn’t you say anything?” “We would have helped you” “How could this happen happened?”

Lairs, LAIRS all of you.Now that everything is out they’re trying to save face. They think I’ll just forgive as always HA!

18 you’ll be able to leave…18 you can start your life

Despise the families attempts nothing work they were going to leave but wanted to say goodbye to their mother first.

“I won’t be able to visit you much anymore Mama, I’ll be going to college soon and won’t be coming back”As much as they wish they could make up for years of not visiting. They couldn’t stay here but leaving felt so bittersweet.

“Yuya” ignore him.

“Yuya” walk away.

“Are you now running away after ruining everyone lives?” Continue to walk away don’t feed into him.

“Answer Me!” He jerks me around,why is he always like this? Can’t he just leave me alone!

When I pulled away he got violent. I’m so close I can’t let him get me now.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye while fighting….A black carriage ?

Every stopped the star is taking a bow and the sound of a child crying fills the room.

That’s the end?,Those are my memories..how anticlimactic 

Now that the curtain made its final call what now.

All that remains is the crying child.

I been dead all this time.I can’t visit my mom again, All the effort into going home was for nothing. Nothing has changed for me.I when from one bad place to another, One role to fulfill to the next why me? I wasn’t even allowed a peaceful death.What did I do to deserve this. What can I do now? Is it even worth it to change…

Is my happiness My happiness, Is my sadness My sadness or was that all part of the act? It’s all just numbness

Should I try to change this current act or should I close the curtains forever…

Every show must have its star.