when u consider that nancy has ended each season thus far with a different romantic partner, and that stranger things is HEAVILY influenced by, and references, comics from the eighties, which is when the dark phoenix saga happened, an x-men storyline that PROMINENTLY featured the return from the dead of a red-headed team member, which was WRITTEN by chris claremont, KNOWN for the queer subtext he wrote between women characters, i’m not saying barb made a copy of herself and the real her is recovering in a magic chrysalis, or that nancy/barb will become canon in s3 but when we look at all this evidence–

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Marching Band (JARED KLEINMAN X READER)

WORDS:  1.5K

TW: just fluff my dudes ALSO THIS RLLY SUCKS LOL i>

AUTHORS NOTE: im officially back to writing stuff for you all!!!!!! yay!!!!!!

           Y/N was the coolest person in the marching band. No, really, she was. Everyone knew her. And if you didn’t know her, you wanted to. Y/N played the trumpet. She was second in line, and hit all of the notes perfectly. After moving into town, a few of her peers had spread rumors about her. Most of them said that she practiced, her trumpet, every night for three hours. Others had said that she moved from a musically inclined high school. But, alas, none of the stories were true. There were so many stories made up about Y/N that it was difficult to know which ones were true. In fact, after being in band with her for the past few weeks; Evan only scraped out three facts about Y/N.

1.)   She was just naturally good at the trumpet.

2.)   She was incredibly nice.

3.)   Jared Kleinman was in love with her.

Yes, the third and final fact was true. Evan’s best friend, The Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman, had a whopping crush on Y/N. It was blatantly obvious. Connor teased Jared about developing “heart eyes” whenever Y/N walked into the room. Jared not only blushed at this, but became extremely defensive. Jared’s friends picked up on his behaviors the moment they began.

Evan sunk his teeth into his PB&J sandwich while watching Jared swoon over Y/N across the cafeteria. Jared had barely touched his celery. A few things had changed about Jared since the sprout of his affection for Y/N. Firstly, his glasses never had a single smudge. Last year, Evan would grimace every time Jared looked at him. There was enough dust collected on his spectacles for Evan to mold entire dust-bunny. Now, the hinges were polished, shiny even! Secondly, Jared washed his hair. His prior aroma had vanished. What used to be a wafting of Dorito dust was now replaced with the sweet smell of Old Spice cologne.

“So, when are you going to ask her out?” Zoe asked, smiling, stabbing her salad with a plastic fork.

“Never,” Jared snorted, looking back at Zoe.

“You’re never going to get anywhere with her, if all you do is stare.” Zoe retorted.

Jared wanted to argue, but he knew that Zoe had a point. He reverted his eyes away from Y/N, staring at Zoe’s hand. He began to feel bad for the lettuce.

Band practice was the worst of it all. Jared sat one row behind Y/N. All that he did during the hour was stare at the back of her head. Gazing at the silk-like strands that coiled from the top of her head. Evan sat to the left of Jared, and Connor sat in the very back. Often times, Connor would have to crash his cymbals to get Jared to pay attention.

Jared kept a page at the back of his notebook, dating every time Y/N noticed his existence.

September 21st

“did you drop this?”

 September 24th

“that’s an Ab. You’re supposed to play a C#”

 October 1st

“nice shoes!”

 October 3rd

“what’s the date today?”

“October third”

The biggest day marked in Jared’s log was October 6th. That was the day that Y/N invited Jared and all of his friends, over to her house to get ready for the big homecoming game. The homecoming game was the biggest event for the whole year. It’s the biggest crowd that the marching band plays to, all year! The evening is full of school spirit. Everyone dresses in their school’s colours and cheers on their teams. For the marching band, they get dressed in their gear and finally perform after hours of practicing. It’s kind of a big deal.

On October 6th, Y/N walked up to Jared after band practice.

“Hey!”

Almost immediately knocking his binder over, Jared greeted back, “Oh! Hi!”

“So I was thinking that maybe you, Zoe, Connor, and Evan could all come to my house tonight to get ready?” she flashed her classic smile, making Jared weak in the knees.

“Yes! I mean, uh, yeah, that’s totally fine or whatever-“

“So, I’ll see you then!” Y/N grabbed her bag, prancing off to find her friends by for lunch.

–

“WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?” Jared slammed Evan into his locker, holding him by the collar of his polo.

“What- I-“ Evan began to spur, his shoulders hunching and face turning white in fear.

“OH MY GOD. THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE SHE MOVED HERE. I’M GOING TO MESS IT UP. I AM GOING TO BE SOME WEIRD-“

Jared felt a large slap delivered to the back of his head. His hands left the grip on Evan’s cotton blend collar, and jumped to the sore on his cranium.

“Get your hands of Hansen. Beating the shit out of him is my job,” a very angry Connor Murphy hissed.

“Jesus, okay,” Jared laid off, taking a step back.

Connor grabbed Evan by the shoulders, making him stand up straight, giving him a pat on the back.

“Okay, what’s up, Kleinman?” Connor scoffed.

“Y/N invited us over to her house tonight. What the hell do I do? Do I dress up? Do I bring snacks? Like what the fuck-“

“Jared, breathe. What’s the worst that could happen?” Connor offered a small hint of a smile.

“Therapy changed you.”

“Listen here, you fucker-“

“GUYS PLEASE,” Evan softly shouted over the two boys.

-

7:00 rolled around and Jared found himself oddly calm. He had convinced himself that there was nothing to be worried about. He tried to calm himself down by reminding himself that all of his friends would be there with him. I mean, his crush wasn’t that big!

He was wrong. So terribly wrong. His crush on Y/N was huge. And it came swelling back into his throat the moment she opened up the door to her house. She was dressed in shorts and school tshirt. A stripe of the school colour went down her right cheek in acrylic paint. Her hair was curled and pulled to one side. She was gorgeous. And Jared almost shat himself because of it.

“Hey, Jared! Come on in! My mom is making her famous tacos,” she smiled at him warmly.

Jared followed her inside. All of his friends were crowded around the kitchen table, eating tacos. Even Connor was smiling. They all had dinner, painted their faces with paint and got their marching band uniforms on. Piling into Y/N’s car, they set off for the football game.

The entire marching band sat to the side of the stadium, watching the game. But Jared couldn’t concentrate on the quarter back. All he could look at was Y/N. He admired every feature, freckle, and curve on her face. She felt his stare and turned to look at him.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” she began to paw at the skin on her cheek, in attempt to remove an imaginary stain.

Jared giggled, “No.”

“Then what is it?” her smile burned into his mind. His eyes trained on her lips, before squeezing shut.

“Listen, Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you-“

But Jared’s proclamation was cut short by the announcement, that was the introduction for the marching band. He huffed, as she looked at him with sorry eyes. The group of teenagers gathered in a line, playing in harmony.

The clouds above the night sky began to form. They looked heavy and dark. As the marching band’s song came to an end, a single rain drop fell onto Jared’s cheek.

“The thing, I was going to tell you,” Jared whispered to Y/N as the stadium applauded for the band.

“I know.”

“You- what?”

Y/N turned to look at Jared. It was raining harder now. The paint on their faces began to melt away.

“I know,” she finally whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

The rain was pouring. The game got cancelled. But Jared didn’t care. The mashing of lips and acrylic paint were the only things on his mind. He dropped his clarinet to the ground, wrapping his arms around her waist.

if you’re a baby gay and this is your first pride, watch your drinks! men are trash across all sexualities

I know boys don’t get these talks so let me clarify:

This doesn’t just mean alcohol

Don’t accept any open drinks

After you get your unopened drink, you keep it in your site

You have to go to the bathroom so you leave your drink on a table? That drink is now dead to you.

You’ve been holding your drink way low out of your eyesight and people are crowding? That drink is now suspect.

Stay safe, babies

Also: Rohypnol (a date rape drug) tastes VERY SALTY. If your drink is suddenly salty, STOP DRINKING IMMEDIATELY. 

Buddy system, y'all. If your friend is acting *way* drunker than they should, take them to an Urgent Care or ER. Date rape drugs can kill you.

always rb

Let’s say you’ve seen someone slip something in someone else’s drink but you can neither alert the victim/confront the spiker for whatever reason. Tell the bartender/landlord/etc https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opPb2E3bkoo&ab_channel=Lyfeblood.com%2FDarcSunEntertainment

Man these posts remind me why I hate people. Share it, hopefully won’t be needed but maybe it is.

Reblogging on my rpgideas becausr this is important, doesn’t matter that it isn’t fire-related.

This goes on both my blogs. Stay safe out there

Be careful guys, who else is going to spook the mighty elk

I have lots of followers here and I feel like a lot of them are LGBT so Also going to send this to my girlfriend who is going to pride soon

even though the druidic will always have your back just watch out! stay safe guys!!

I can't drink. But for my followers who can.

I am in looooove

THIS FUCKIN BOI

Well I didn't know I needed this until now.

Advice for girls: buy skinny jeans in the boy’s section

They’re more comfortable, still form fitting, and best of all: THE POCKETS. THEY HAVE ACTUAL POCKETS.

don’t believe me? look:

these are boys pants, and they look just as good on me as any other skinny jeans I own

See that phone? I’m going to put it in the pocket. Must be so small right??

Ah yes, girl pants length. Probably can’t fit any further than that-

what? what’s this?

Good god. Oh good lord in heaven. This is blasphemous.

Look at how much room is still there. There’s chaos in the streets. Babies are crying. Fashion designers are screaming out of fear of the unknown.

Buy your pants in the boys section, girls. Live in the beautiful world you deserve where you can fit shit in your pocket.

Curvy ladies: Men’s dress pants have more room in the butt. I don’t know why, I only know that all my dress pants for work are off the rack in the men’s department in Target. Literally nobody has noticed, except a couple of my younger coworkers who’ve asked me–you guessed it–”oh my god, where did you find pants with pockets?”

Tall ladies: men’s pants are easier to find in longer lengths than women’s pants are.

Trans ladies: Wanna get on this gravy train, but afraid people will misgender you for wearing clothes off the men’s racks? Step one: tell me who these people are and I will punch them in the face. Step two: if it doesn’t make you dysphoric, please don’t feel obligated to wear pants off the women’s racks if pants off the men’s racks are more comfy/useful to you. I’m a cis woman who’s been wearing pants from the boys’ section and, later, the men’s section, ever since I hit puberty and in thirteen years maybe, maybe half a dozen people have noticed. And it’s always women asking the oh-my-god-pockets question. You’re all good. <3

Fat ladies: you will pay the same for a pair of 42x32 jeans as for a pair of 34x32 jeans, instead of having to pay some kind of Fat Penance Tax by way of being in the “plus size” section. Also, did I mention more room in the butt?

Ladies concerned about modesty: For obvious reasons, there is more crotch space in men’s pants. Embrace it and enjoy a life free from cameltoe worries and spontaneous labia-wedgies when you squat down.

All ladies: I swear to god the waists in women’s pants these days are made specifically to fit exactly nobody so that no matter what you do, your underwear will show. Men’s pants do not do this. The waists sit where they’re supposed to and will actually lay flat against the small of your back instead of flopping open to show your unmentionables to the world. If you want hiphugger jeans, buy one leg-length too small and one waist-size too large and let them hang, and they still won’t accidentally show your undies. Men’s pants will last longer. They cost less, in a lot of cases. Embrace the men’s jeans. Buy the men’s jeans. Stop buying shitty flimsy women’s jeans that wear out in six months.

AND FINALLY: to determine your size in men’s pants, take a tape measure around your waist at its smallest point. This is your waist size and will be the first number in a pair of men’s pants. Next, take the tape measure from about an inch below your no-no squares parts, and run it to your ankle. (You may need a friend or parent to help with this.) This is your inseam length, and will be the second number on a pair of men’s pants. Men’s and boys’ pants are tailored the same way, so if you have trouble finding your waist size in men’s, hop over to the boys’ section. Feel no shame. If they’d give us decent fucking pants we wouldn’t have to steal theirs, right?

Listen you guys, I am SO MAD ABOUT THIS. I’ve seen this first post before, and recently my mom said, “Hey, did you see that post on Tumblr about shopping for jeans in the men’s department?”

And I said yeah, I’d seen it, I’ve been through the Trying To Fit Clothes On My Stupid Body wars, and this post really only applied to skinny jeans because they’re so stretchy. It couldn’t possibly work for regular jeans! I have TRIED SO MANY TIMES. I’ve always shopped in the men’s department because women’s clothes are like 90% bullshit and 10% fake pockets.

But I hadn’t seen the second addition, which gave me more hope, and I decided to just try on a few pairs when I was at Old Navy the other day. They have some “classic” jeans with no give to them at all, which is what I was trying on years ago that convinced me it just wasn’t possible. (Jeans in my price range didn’t really come with any form of stretch back then, as I recall. Textile technology is bad-ass.) But these days they mostly have “flex” jeans that have some give to them. (Women’s jeans are usually labeled “stretch” but apparently men’s have to be “flex” like they need stretchy garments so their HUGE MUSCLES don’t just TEAR THEIR CLOTHES!)

This was totally an impulse decision so I couldn’t measure myself, but I grabbed a few sizes based on what I vaguely thought my measurements probably were and decided it couldn’t possibly be worse than the endless cycle of regret, dissatisfaction, and recrimination that is trying on women’s clothing.

The first pair I tried on fit like a DREAM. I’ve been gaining weight lately which is a whole separate nightmare (mainly centered around “but I don’t WANT to buy new bras, this is bullshit!”) and the reason I need to buy new jeans because nothing freaking fits me, and I was sure these wouldn’t either, but DAMN. They’re the best pair of jeans I own. Twice as thick, pockets twice as big, legs nice and loose (they don’t even sell women’s jeans with a cut remotely similar to this), and contrary to my super dumb opinion from before this experience, they’ve got my plenty of room for all my womanly curvey bits. AND because they’re actually a relaxed fit instead of trying to cling to every inch of me, they don’t show my weight nearly as much as my women’s jeans do, they’re easier to move in, they’re not constantly inching down my hips with every move I make, and overall they just make me feel GOOD about how I look which is a strange new sensation I could definitely get used to.

It’s like a miracle. I want to cry both out of joy and because of all the shitty jeans now filling my closet when I could have been buying comfortable, relaxed, pocket-having men’s jeans all these years. Many blessings to the posters above, may your crops grow and your cows give milk and your jeans hold all the gadgets you desire.

Also: men’s pants have constant sizes that are based off of actual measurements instead of the women’s whatever-the-company-wants-to-make-the-size sizes. They’re far more reliable and your size will translate to other brands.

@get-dunkd-on help me remember this for our next Goodwill run lmao

I HAVE to try some men’s jeans. Sick of these super skinny show everything always having to be hitched up no pocket crap jeans!

Honestly signal boost. Because imagine this actually starts some kind of ludicrous pants revolution that ends up causing women’s pants fashion company’s sales to tank, absolutely forcing them to realize men’s pants have always had the right idea and start doing that instead of this bullshit. Like just imagine. And don’t just signal boost this. Tell every woman you know. Tell every trans friend and every curvy friend out there. You see a lady down the street, stop her and tell her you’ve discovered a new gospel and it’s purchasing men’s pants. With the way women spread information when we’re excited, the mentioned scenario could actually be hella achievable

PRAISE THE UNIVERSE I FOUND THIS POST AGAIN

Guys. Gals. Non binary pals. As a trans ftm person who just recently started shopping in the men’s department and has gigantic hips full of dysphoria let me tell you a thing.

Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. I repeat. Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. You don’t need to go to the dress pants to fit your lovely curvy self in there. Go to the regular section or big and tall if you’re a bit taller and/or wider, and there’ll be a little section of athletic style jeans. They’ve still got the giant blessed pockets and the room in the crotch and if you’re really curvy with a large bone structure like I am you can get yourself some quality pants.

This has been an addition by your local nb trans dude. Thank you for your time.

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If you guys can take advantage of this. Do it. My mom wouldn't let me go to the guys section to get a graphic tee shirt, let alone pants. But this stuff makes sense so definitely try it.

Do you ever get that feeling?

I feel like this a lot about my friends.

The person you rebloged this from is someone who doesn’t bother you when you talk. Please I need to know.

reblog if you’re gay, believe in mothman, or just really fucking love knives

it’s so frustrating when your fic ideas are bigger than your writing abilities 

even worse when your laziness is bigger than both your ideas and writing abilities

Yep. This is all true.

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Find your name with the gif button and add the one that is the most relatable

No my name isn’t Olaf

This is actually the only one that shows up if I use the name that I go by.

LOL

100 reblogs and I will give Will Roland a bath bomb tomorrow…

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