#I can’t escape the hyperfixation

[ineedahugtm]

The end of GO2 has sparked a David Tennant Renaissance within me. I am now watching Doctor Who, Broad Church, Staged, Much Ado About Nothing, BlackPool, Fright Night, and so much others- this man has taken over my life what the hell

[birdsandbeetlesandmoths]

yo sonic fans

I had a dream last night that the sonic 3 trailer released

shadow had a guitar and was playing live and learn

this is a vision I tell you, a sign

It’ll happen soon, maybe, hopefully

[buriedinmyownfeelings]

I’ve fallen down a hole and I see no exit. Is this my own form of Wonderland? This endless High and Low loop of wonderful pain?

[atlaslovesedm]

put together some color palettes. go nuts with em. also almost all of them are references to things so that’s cool

[whumpy-wyrms]

never in my entire life thought charlie slimecicle would be a voice claim for Anton but that clip i just reblogged gave me no choice. that’s HIS VOICEEE RIGHT THERE

though, what he’s actually doing in the clip is more of a Silas thing. Anton’s not THAT unhinged

anyway i need everyone to go listen to that because it’s so so whumpy wow

[fredifazbar]

Too Sensitive for This (Steddie)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Lee!Steve, Ler!Eddie

A/N: Alrighty so this is my first tk fic that I’ve posted lol so plz enjoy and be kind :)

CW: Some swearing, slightly NSFW but not really tbh

Summary: Steve and Eddie finally get the time and privacy to spend some sexyyy time together, but someone’s sensitivities, per say, keep them from doing so

Eddie really liked kissing Steve. Like, a lot.

Kissing his lips was amazing, obviously. There was nothing he enjoyed more than making out with his gorgeous boyfriend. But Eddie wanted more. He wanted to kiss and worship every inch of his lovely body, pressing his lips to each and every one of the moles littered across his smooth, tan skin. He wanted to kiss every inch of him.

Eddie sat straddling atop of Steve’s hips as they passionately kissed, Steve’s hands tangled in the metalhead’s mess of curls. Their mouths moved together in a steady rhythm as one of Eddie’s more mellow rock vinyls played softly from his record player.

Tucking a stray hair behind Steve’s ear, Eddie lightly pressed his lips to the skin right below the lobe, making Steve seemingly shiver and eliciting a somewhat unrecognizable noise. It wasn’t quite like his usual whines and moans that he makes out of pleasure, it was something slightly different, almost like surprise.

Eddie decided to brush it off and continue to kiss down the side of Steve’s neck. He didn’t make the noise again, but Eddie was a bit puzzled by the lack of any noises at all. And apart from the slight jolt and subtle squirming that Eddie could feel from under him, Steve was being unusually still. Stiff, even.

Eddie pulled away, curiously eyeing the boy beneath him. His eyes were screwed shut and he bit his lip as if he was trying to keep himself quiet.

“You okay, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, softly brushing his thumb across Steve’s cheek as the latter opened his eyes.

“Oh! Um, yeah definitely, of course,” He nodded quickly, offering a small reassuring smile. “I’m great.”

“Okay...” Eddie hummed, but couldn’t miss the soft pink hue dusting across Steve’s cheeks. He smirked inconspicuously before lowering his face back to the other boy’s neck. But instead of continuing his soft, slow kisses, he switched to peppering light, fluttery pecks across the skin of Steve’s neck, ears, and underneath his chin.

He could practically feel Steve begin to crack from beneath him, his body squirming and twitching to the point that he could barely hide it anymore.

“Fuhuck,” he swore, a subtle giggle slipping into his voice. When Eddie nibbled ever so gently on the small dip of skin right beneath his ear and behind his jaw, Steve couldn’t help but jerk, slightly, away from Eddie’s teasing lips. His hand suddenly shot up to grip onto the fabric of Eddie’s t-shirt as if he needed the support to steady himself.

Eddie let the small slip side, but not without kicking his devious antics up a notch.

Switching to pressing kisses to the other side of his neck, Eddie sneakily and quietly crept a mischievous hand underneath the hem of Steve’s polo. He could feel goosebumps spring up on his skin as he dragged his fingertips across his skin with a feather-like touch.

He felt Steve’s breath hitch, his stomach jumping inwards as Eddie traced his dull fingernails up his side. Steve’s grip on Eddie’s t-shirt tightened.

Eddie, face still burrowed into the crook of his boyfriends neck, could easily hide his growing smirk. Despite how stubbornly he held it in, Eddie could tell that Steve was ready to crack any minute now. Just the slightest push will surely send him over the edge.

All it took was a single curl of Eddie’s fingers into Steve’s stomach to break the damn.

“Eddieheh,” Steve practically whined, soft giggles now pouring consistently from his lips as Eddie softly scribbled his fingers into Steve’s abdomen, the attack on his neck persisting on top of it.

He squirmed and cringed away from the teasing touches as much as his position under Eddie’s straddle would allow him—which, unsurprisingly, was not a lot. He scrunched his shoulders in a poor attempt to deter Eddie’s impish kisses, but of course it was all too easy for Eddie to simply move to the other side when one was blocked.

“What’s so funny, big boy?” Eddie asked, pulling away and blinking innocently as if clueless. “I’m trying to be sexy here and I really don’t appreciate you giggling like this.”

“Screhew off,” Steve was somehow still able to roll his eyes despite his mirth. “You knohow what you’re dohoing.”

Eddie gasped in mocking offense.

“No need to be rude about it,” he jeered, pitching at Steve’s other side as punishment. He jolted at the new touch, his giggles starting to form into a fully fledged laugh as he lamely attempted to grab at Eddie’s fiendish hands.

“Ohohoh my gohohod,” Steve tossed his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as he gave in.

Eddie couldn’t help but let a warm, adoring smile bloom onto his lips as he gazed down as his laughing lover, taking in the sight for a moment longer before deciding to choose mercy. But not before lowering his lips to Steve’s neck one last time to blow a raspberry onto the hypersensitive skin that got him into this whole mess in the first place.

Steve practically squealed, his hands shooting up to Eddie’s shoulders to weakly push him away.

Eddie let out a soft chuckle as he sat upright again, looking down with a shit-eating grin as Steve finally got to catch his breath.

“You could have just told me you were ticklish, Stevie. Maybe I would have been more careful if I’d known.” Eddie teased before letting out a brief scuff. “Maybe.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re one to talk,” he goaded, swiftly giving Eddie’s ribs a quick squeeze.

Eddie squeaked, immediately rolling over to the side, knowing perfectly well he wouldn’t be able to hold his own if Steve actually fought back. That bag of worms can be saved for another time.

“Guess I kinda ruined the moment, huh,” Eddie turned onto his side to meet Steve’s eyes.

“Maybe,” Steve shrugged before shyly averting his eyes, “or maybe I’m just too sensitive for this.”

Eddie couldn’t help the doting smile that formed on his face as he beamed at his adorable boyfriend. He breathed out a laugh before grabbing Steve’s face and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You’re too cute for this, is what you are.”

Thanks for reading, hope ya enjoyed :)

[phantomram-b00]

Crowley what are you doing here?!

[godblooded]

i just wanna sleep. i just wanna have interests again. i just wanna actually enjoy myself.

[sadiecoocoo]

All clones are like cats and/or dogs. They tilt their heads when they don’t understand things. If you pick them up by the shoulders and put them somewhere they stay there and sit criss-cross while they look up at you waiting for an explanation as you leave to do other things. They like head pats. They need praise, if that’s a human trait tho. They look at people waiting for an explanation with puppy dog eyes. They hate taking medicine and try to run away. They play fight a lot. They maybe bite people? And yes I do believe Rex has all of these traits and fights really hard not to act like a cute little puppy all the time

This is what happens when my childhood show is brought back to me when I’m a nerdy awkward teenager that actually understands how shows and character development work. I am not okay. I am so obsessed with these copy and pasted men that are all either really paternal or little demons. Both cause just as much chaos but it’s for different reasons

[springypaws]

It’s really disorienting listening to a Malevolent playlist and getting jump scared by Jonathan Sims speaking whatever language Void is

[cowboylikemaybelle]

everytime I think I’m free of my hyperfixation on that fast fucking hedgehog he runs in and drags me back to the trenches.

[canisonicscrewyou]

I somehow managed to live somewhere where the first thing I noticed upon the apartment tour (priorities were straight) was that we could see a utilities box outside painted like a fucking TARDIS. And now I just get to zone out staring out the window like “oh, TARDIS, we’re really in it now” yearningly.

[jackett-slut]

ok sorry if this sounds fucking insane. i need to write something out.

[theunholycabinetdragon]

every time i am in a media hyperfixation i will start seeing content of other semi-related media and tell myself “no im in this fandom with this media hyperfixation, no no no, i don’t care about this new content i’m seeing” but then slowly, ever so slowly, i fail and think “huh, wonder what that is” or “oh that art is cool, i wonder what the context is” and then suddenly, new media hyperfixation.

I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

[starlooove]

However Theresa and Atlanta? Primal rage masked by a thin veneer of “girl power 💕💕💕 besties” from them

[snailgoodra]

If you think about it, most of the events of FNAF were the kids’ parents’ fault. Who would let their kid go near those things? Yeah. Exactly.