#and then I’m so fucking tired

[magpie-to-the-morning]

General ache time 🥲

[mysillycomics]

[watchyourbuck]

me when my pilot boyfriend broke up with me and left me alone in the apartment that could’ve been ours so I sprint to my other boyfriend’s house to drink and sob but he’s having a risky business themed party all by himself clean-shaven & in his underwear and seems to be having his queer awakening at my worst possible time bc I’m mourning (he didn’t ask what was wrong) ((we sat on the couch for ages)) (((he looked hot)))

[st4ngray]

Haven’t finished the game yet did this happen

[compaculaaa]

Promise

[l3viat8an]

I need to ride Levi until he’s shaking whimpering whining and cumming endlessly🤤

Nsfw!

you get me, nonnie <3 gods riding Levi turning him into an utter mess until he’s whimpering sounds amazing-

Watching Levi’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his pretty moans mixed with whines and broken pleas for more… he sounds so desperate as you bounce up and down on his cock, taking advantage of being on top to set whatever pace you want. Rolling your hips into his faster and faster just to slow down and drag it out~

He leaves scratches claw marks down your back and across your ass, it all feels too good for him to control himself… his face is bight red and he can’t even keep eye contact with you-

Yet he’s still begging, whining, hell he’s even drooling and he can’t stop cumming. As you pull orgasm after orgasm out of him (lucky demons recover quickly-)

Saying Levi is overstimulated is definitely an understatement…. But he’s past the point of wanting you to stop, instead he want- he needs you to keep going, it’s all he needs right now… you to keep riding him just like this. Like all he is, is a toy for you to use however you want.

All while you suck and nip hickeys into his neck and lower. He does the same to you, sooo many bite marks cover your own neck, shoulders, even across your chest marking every orgasm he’s had so far.

Levi thighs are coved in sweat mixing with yours and his cum… it’s sticky and a little gross but it feels so fucking good right now- and he’s going to cum again- he tries to warn you, whimpering that you need to slow down but you don’t. Instead speeding up to push him over the edge again, tug on his hair, clench your cunt around him-

Fuckkk the moans he lets out when he cums for the nth time sounds heavenly to your ears. His nails dig into your ass again while he rocks up into you, riding out his last orgasm… as a new set of teeth marks join the others already turning reddish-purple on your chest.

Levi has tears running down his cheeks as babbles and clings to you for comfort, he practically melts against you as you give it to him. Your soft voice whisper sweet praise right in his ear, telling him he’s your good boy, giving him so many sweet kisses all over his face…

It’s all he wants now, all he needs. You’re all he needs.

[chronicallycouchbound]

It IS ableist to laugh at politicians displaying symptoms of disorder.

It IS ableist to say that them becoming disabled is punishment for being shitty.

It IS ableist to say that a politician becoming disabled is a reason they shouldn’t be in office.

Those politicians are shitty. That’s it. You don’t have to being disability into it. Disability isn’t a punishment for being shitty. Disability isn’t the reason they shouldn’t be in office.

Also, that politician isn’t who sees you laughing at them for being visibly disabled— it’s your disabled community members who do.

Tbh, I hate most politicians. But them being disabled, fat, etc. isn’t why I hate them. I don’t need to talk about it at all actually. You can point out egregious human rights violations and abuses without ever mentioning them being disabled. When you actually hate someone for being shitty and harmful, but all you make jokes about it their disability, you’re not accomplishing anything helpful aside from furthering ableist stereotypes.

Stop and consider: Does this joke actually bring light to the ways they’re genuinely awful, or does it just make people hate them for being a part of a marginalized community?

It’s thinly veiled ableism and y’all will say we’re sympathizing when we’re literally just saying don’t pin their shitty behavior on them being disabled.

You can hate someone’s actions and leave their disabilities out of it.

[rotting-bitch]

I usually get addicted to literally anything that distracts me from the fact that I exist

[im-nothing-and-n0body]

I’m fucking miserable and I have no fucking idea how to fix it cause everything feels impossible

[acowardinmordor]

I’m waiting at the gate to board a plane, so have the next blip of thought for that high angst secret admirer thing

-

Lucas, the only of the kids with an ounce of emotional awareness knows that something is up with Steve. He also knows that Eddie has been in a manic grief. He doesn’t connect the two. Yet.

He sits with Steve and Robin at lunch at least a couple times a week, and screw Hellfire if they have a problem with it. Basketball team too. Steve is a full stop loser now, and Lucas was for years, he’s going to stand by him. Also, Steve saved his life, literally, repeatedly, high school popularity doesn’t exactly compare.

Ofc Steve tells him he doesn’t need to, but Lucas knows that the guy is sad about something, and extra sad that Dustin is still following Eddie like a duckling. Robin calls him out on it, but Steve has been talking about himself like he’ll never be more than a bullying popular kid. Lucas hates that most of all.

Then again, Eddie is obviously spun up about something. He’s twitchy and snappish, but he’s being nicer than normal to the jocks and popular kids. The thread he can pull on is seeing Eddie scribbling in a notebook - not his campaign notebook - but guarded just as carefully. Lucas follows him eventually and sees the poor, abused copy of the Hobbit in the library.

He reads the start of one, an apology for whatever he did that made his admirer stop writing. There’s a quote near the end from what must have been the other persons last note.

Lucas is smart. Lucas can see the pattern. He takes every single letter. Isn’t going to read them, but the one he read made it clear the both were gay, and there’s only one Eddie in school who would reference lord of the rings.

It’s for Eddie’s safety. It’s for Steve’s safety.

He doesn’t tell anyone. Not even Robin or Max, who have closed ranks around Steve.

Lucas feels like the worst person on the planet when Eddie is giddy the next day. Then his mood sinks back down as the days go by.

Since he isn’t actually the worst, Lucas doesn’t read the letters. Or tell Steve he knows. By the start of winter break, Eddie has stopped leaving letters. All of which are in a box under Lucas’ bed. He’s meaner after break. His rants are more pointed. Lucas gets called out for playing basketball and betraying nerds everywhere.

Steve is withdrawn and quiet, doesn’t even show up to lunch most days, and just keeps telling them that they don’t need to pretend they like him because of the Upside Down. That it’s okay. He knows who he really is. He laughs it off as a joke when someone argues.

But Lucas pays attention, understands why Steve thinks that, and honestly, it makes him hate the Hellfire guys a little. Makes him resent Mike and Dustin even more.

[kennahjune]

Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.

Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.

Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.

Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.

Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.

Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.

Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.

Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.

Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/

Neither of them connecting the dots.

Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.

And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.

And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.

And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—

And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/

And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—

And—

And holy shit.

Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.

[sincerelybubbles]

btw Spencer would always know when you’re feeling sad

He would practically smell it walking in the door — it’s his job to notice the signs

The indent on the couch, your favorite blanket discarded on the floor instead of tucked neatly away

The way your smile doesn’t tilt up on one side like it does when you smile in genuine happiness

The way laughs come out just as frequently as before, caught with a too small smile and just loud enough volume

The way you take deeper breaths then normal, regulating yourself quietly

The way you linger in your head a little more then usual, hesitating before doing little mannerisms you usually do without thought, habitually (tapping your toothbrush on the sink, filling your water bottle, tracing a finger along the spine on the back of his neck)

Little things, minuscule, that you don’t think about. It goes a step beyond his training and further into knowing you. He has the instinct built specifically for identifying everything about you, a draw from his center to catalogue every movement you make. Any variance in movement, any insincerity in your bones, any wariness clinging sharply in your heart, is noted and filed away in his head

He loves you, achingly so. Enough to know not to say anything. Enough to notice, to know so instinctually that pointing it out will only make it worse. Somehow, he knows how to make it better, too.

He can’t say what part of him tells him the right things to do, he just does. He makes your tea slightly sweeter without thought. Picks out a comfort show for you without having to be asked, no conversation about it. Places the blanket from the floor onto your lap when he settles down next to you. Traces fingers through your hair and lets his touch linger

Hands, tired and built for turning pages and work from the handle of his gun, settle on your back as you cook. In your hair as you brush your teeth. On your calf as you read on the cough with him. On your shoulder blades, gently, not prodding, as you fall asleep.

“I love you,” he murmurs in as many languages he knows to soothe you to sleep, lips catching on the skin between your earlobe and jawline. He wants to tell you that you matter more than it all. That he’s a first of what he would do for you. That he’s takes every breath in anticipation of using the air to talk to you. That he thinks of you, always, in a gentle hum turned on low in the back of his mind.

“Te quiero,” will have to do, though, in a butchered accent, one exaggerated enough to bring a genuine, sleep scented, giggle from your chest

[pipfrankenstein]

going through my trolls phase, have human brozone ^-^

[st-hedge]

MGS (+R) sketchdump *claps like an idiot*

[jewishbarbies]

ethnically jewish is jewish. idfc what religion you practice or if you don’t practice at all. you are jewish. that’s always going to be apart of you and anyone who tells you you’re not a “real jew” (even other jews) is a fucking idiot. non practicing jews will be rounded up with those of us who practice because a jew is a jew is a jew. fuck off my account with that exclusionary bullshit.

[phantom-tail]

Tumblr queer theorist about to say the most homophobic shit you’ve seen that week