dolly parton photographed by ed caraeff for her album “heartbreaker” in 1978🌸🦜

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: Enjoy!

Warnings: Officer Callahan tbh.

Word Count: 2056

Masterlist

PART I || PART II

Thursday, November 10, 1983 - HAWKINS HIGH 

“Now, the three main reasons for The Civil War were one, disagreements over slavery, two, state vs. federal rights…” 

I stare outside the window watching the trees ripple in the wind, drowning out the history lesson. It’s been hard to concentrate and I can’t think about how heavy yesterday was. From finding Barb’s car, the thing with no face in Steve’s backyard, running to Lucas in the front yard after finding out about Will. The events following after Mom and Erica found Lucas and I on the front lawn feels like a fever dream. I remember being led to the front door, Erica calling out to Dad, Dad questioning Mom about what happened. I don’t know how or who took a shower first, but I know Mom was talking to me but I couldn’t hear anything. 

Domino Twins (Fives and Echo) X Pacific Rim

!!please do not tag this as ship art, thank you. I do not support clonec!est.

ive had this idea for a while, just never had the skills to execute it how I wanted

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: This scene makes me cry. Even more when I listened to Heroes by Peter Gabriel.

Warnings: Sadness.

Word Count: 1309

Masterlist

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V

SINCLAIR RESIDENCE 

Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I run down Maple. Nancy is close beside me and once my house comes into view, we slow down to a light jog and eventually to a stop. I bend over placing my hands on my knees gasping for air. My legs ache and my chest burns from overexertion. Nancy and I linger on my front lawn until we can catch our breaths to speak. 

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: A head injury on patrol causes you to lose your memories of the outbreak and the people you have grown to know and love over the last ten years.

Chapter Warnings: language, descriptions of blood and wounds, vomiting, angst, amnesia

WC: 7.6K

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Pain.

That was all you could recognize at first. The back of your head throbbed so badly, you couldn't even open your eyes. There were sounds, but they were unidentifiable through the searing, red hot pain radiating across the back of your skull. Tenderly, you reached your hand back to press against the source. You recoiled instantly, the pain too much to bear. A thick and sticky wetness coated your fingers.

Then you smelled it.

STRANGER THINGS REWRITE MASTER LIST

Housekeeping - FAQ's

SEASON ONE

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS

CHAPTER TWO: THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

CHAPTER THREE: HOLLY, JOLLY

CHAPTER FOUR: THE BODY

CHAPTER FIVE: THE FLEA AND THE ACROBAT

CHAPTER SIX: THE MONSTER

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE BATHTUB

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE UPSIDE DOWN

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

Gonna try it. Need me some good luck.

You look lonely.

《 VirginRockstar!Eddie munson x GroupieFem!Reader

《 Summary: Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.

《 Warnings: unprotected sex, Eddie is 25. Virgin!Eddie, multiple orgasms, over stimulation. Loss of virginity. Brief mention of birth control, subish eddie. A little spanking.

《 Word count: a little over 8k

A/n: Not proofread ignore any mistakes you come across. Please like, comment, and reblog to show support. Divider credit @cafekitsune

18+ minors dni

Year 1991

Eddie's life was at an all-time high. He had everything he only dreamt about back home in Hawkins, Indiana. He had money, fame, and adoring fans who loved him. Yet he still never had the opportunity to make a real connection with anyone. He still hasn't found the one.

Which was fine he didn't really need anyone right now. His life was too hectic for a partner. He was traveling all over the world meeting new people every night. He put all of his time and energy into music, and it paid off in the end.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

❦ Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

❦ Warnings: None

❦ Word Count: 1858

❦ Summary: In which your lover comes home late again, and you decide to cook for him for once, even if your skills are severely lacking compared to his.

❦ A/N: this is so self-indulgent bc my ass really cant cook that well soooo

❦ twitter - ao3 - discord 18+

8:23 P.M.

You sighed. He was late again.

You knew it wasn’t his fault though, more than often your boyfriend got winded into working overtime and stayed past the hours that he wanted to. Still, as much as he complained of it, you would’ve figured he would dismiss any and all thoughts of overtime if presented with the opportunity and make his way home to you at the time of his clock out. You couldn’t help but sigh wistfully at and for your lovable workaholic man; he only worked overtime because it was essentially wired into his blood and he would never leave unless he knew his job was done.

However, you were more slightly upset that he had called you at lunch time – you felt bad, you didn’t wake up early enough to give him a sweet kiss off for work – and told you he’d be home on time to make you both dinner. You didn’t want to eat without him at all, notably when you were partly worried he might have been hurt or something else (something worse, really), and with that anxiety you knew you couldn’t eat. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t cook, but you also never wanted to eat dinner without him. He was by far a better cook than you were, sure yours was… passable, but Kento’s was beyond expectations, and you looked forward to it every time he offered to make you food. Any and every time Kento made you a meal you fell deeper in love, especially when you found out he put more time and skill into it for you.

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

Reblogging because I really need some good luck

Even if this isn't lucky, potatoes are awesome

PEDRO PASCAL at 81st Annual Golden Globe Awards (January 07, 2023)

New Girl [04]

Summary:  Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on  your long term  boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t  you. Since  living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out  at the  advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to  reside  in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

[04]: BE NICE

It was late when you got home from your fourth date with Pietro. So far, Scott Lang was two for two because you really liked the quick witted man he gave your number to. Pietro was funny, made you feel seen, lighthearted, charismatic, and, by God, was he handsome. Enough so that you thought you might be ready to invite him to the loft. That was a good fifth date, right? A home cooked meal? Now, you just had to learn how to make a home cooked meal.

As you tiptoed further into the loft, Bucky suddenly sat up from where he was lying on the couch. You tilted your head curiously. He was in his pajamas and had bed head, but he was not in his bed. You pointed at him, “Aw, are you and Sam fighting again? Haven’t you heard? You’re not supposed to go to bed angry with each other.”

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New Girl [03]

Summary:  Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on  your long term  boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t  you. Since  living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out  at the  advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to  reside  in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

[03]: BACK UP PLAN

“So? Any fun weekend plans?”

You glanced up from the schedule you were working on to see Scott Lang leaning his hands on the table you were sitting at. He looked his usual level of mess and the small white bandage sitting under his right eye made you think of Clint funnily enough.

“I’m going to a wedding.” You replied. Scott was the reason you found out about the spare room at the loft in the first place. How he knew about it was questionable since he hadn’t met any of the guys before, but you learned to stop questioning him ages ago. Scott was a genius with a mastering degree in electrical engineering, but a run of bad luck had him sitting in prison for a little while. Now he picked up odd jobs where he could. Baskin Robbins, Chipotle, Starbucks. The set you were on had hired him as the guy to work the lights.

Scott shook his head, “I said fun weekend plans.”

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New Girl [00]

Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

[00]: WELCOME HOME

The loft was absolutely gorgeous. It had an industrial feel to it thanks to the brick walls and metal beams running across the ceiling. Despite that, the warm light streaming through the multitude of windows gave it a soft vibe. From where you sat on the recliner you could see a small, open kitchen that sat right across from a large dining area all of which was behind the large, ‘u-shaped’ couch. Honestly, the moment you stepped through the door your brain immediately decided that this is where you wanted to live.

However, there was one little flaw you didn’t foresee when you showed up for the interview/tour.

“So, you guys…are guys.” You said slowly. You laced your fingers together and rested them on your knee awkwardly. In front of you sat four men. Very manly men, actually. Enough so that you weren’t sure why your co-worker would think sending you here to live would be a good idea. Scott Lang had mentioned the open room and the great location, but he had left out this huge detail.

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New Girl [01]

Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on  your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t  you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out  at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to  reside in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

[01]: REBOUND SEX

“Wow, I regret this.” Bucky bobbed his head once and turned to look at Peter who stood in the kitchen with him, “What the fuck did you do to us?”

“How is this my fault??” Peter scoffed.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “Uh, I think your exact words were, ‘Come on, guys. Models will be crawling around the apartment. This will be an absolute dream.’” He pointed to the living room where you were slumped over on the couch watching the same movie you had put on a week and a half ago. “We have used tissues, a crying girl, and I now have the ability to quote Legally Blonde in my sleep.”

“There are less models than I thought there’d be.” Peter mumbled to himself.

Clint stepped out of his bedroom door, it sat by the kitchen, and clapped his hands, “Legally Blonde is a great movie. Excuse you.”

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isn't it sad that everyone always thinks the grinch is a hater and mean for no reason but in reality his story is really about bullying, trauma and a pinch of shallow materialism?

Primadonna Baby 🥂

synopsis: while stuck in a marriage where you aren’t appreciated, you catch the eye of multimillionaire Steve Rogers who instantly shows you, not only the riches and finer things, but the adoration and affection you deserve

pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

warnings: cuckold, sadness, smut, angst, one jerk of a husband, Steve is a softy.

word count: idk but she’s long! (a lot longer than a one shot should be)

a/n: this is a two parter one shot, so this is part one! Part two should be out on Tuesday. I really liked this one and it’s inspired by the song Primadonna by Marina and the Diamonds 💕 hope y’all enjoy this :) 

You’d expected so much, and unfortunately, it felt like you were getting let down every time. Nothing was going like you hoped.

Sure, the part where he’d drown you in bags of Yves Saint Laurent, Balmain, and Prada, was amazing.

Or the other part where he hired the best interior designers in the business to build a walk in closet from scratch, at your request… but then again, you didn’t really need or ask for that. All you said was that your closet was getting cluttered from all the clothes he was buying for you.

It was those parts where you couldn’t complain. You were left not worrying about a thing. But money and riches couldn’t buy love, and that’s what your millionaire husband, Noah McCartney, heir to the McCartney fashion fortune by his mother Stella, failed to understand.

Everything about the high life was to die for, especially because you didn’t have to lift a finger to pay for whatever your sights set on.

But it was the sense of physically wanting Noah in your space, where it felt like pulling teeth. And when you complained about it, he’d call you a drama queen and say it wasn’t that necessary.

You remembered trying the bare minimum of holding his hand as you both were out and about, he blatantly shrugged you off. Then it was the night where you felt cold and his body was right next to yours. You tried your luck with snuggling up to him, instead, he groaned and turned his back to you.

You thought about divorce, the only thing that was keeping you from going forward with it, was that you knew he’d leave you without anything.