Rb To Have A Very Gay 2022

Do you ever just... take the time to appreciate the little imperfections of your body?

Those imperfections you were taught to hate, that you had to teach yourself to love.

The lightning bolt stretchmarks, the cellulite.

The way you smile, and the way it makes you look when you do.

The freckles that no one ever wished to have.

The imperfect teeth fixed by years of braces, and yet, they'll never be completely perfect.

The pouch of your stomach.

Skin showing in places you were taught was sexual- your stomach in crop tops or small shirts, your thighs in shorts or bathing suits, your chest in anything that doesn't COMPLETELY cover it.

The hair on your arms, your legs, your armpits. The hair you were taught you can't have, that was gross to have.

Learn to love your body, learn to love the person within it.

You are the only one who REALLY notices the smallest of imperfections on yourself because you are your worst critic. So, become the person who worships those parts of you because only YOU know how much it means to have those specific imperfections loved.

Love yourself because the love you have for yourself is the most important love you can have.

(This may or may not be a little offering to Aphrodite. But it's also something i know people need to hear.)

(Had to write this even though it's nearly 3:30 am. My brain wouldn't shut up 🤷‍♀️)

Limits of the Human Body

Body Heat = 107.6 F

Cold Water = 40 F

Hot Air = 300 F

High Altitude = 15,000 ft

Starvation = 45 days

Diving Depth = 282 ft

Lack of Oxygen = 11 minutes

Blood Loss = 40%

Dehydration = 7 days

me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off

Fictober Day 5

"I'm in love with you."

"Say that again."

Prompt from this list! @f4ult-line

Stranger things, Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington.

Mentions of smut, no details. Otherwise fluff.

(Yall eddie is secretly a huge teddie bear, you cant prove me wrong)

Eddie's sweaty forehead leaned against Steve's shoulder as he pants, fingers shakily adjusting how they lay, legs tangled together.

It had started out as a meaningless screw, a way to loosen up. Theres not many options a queer guy has, afterall. Not in the small town of Hawkins. But for Eddie, it turned into something more. He started staring longer, smiling more, and tried to get as much time with Steve as he could.

“Stevie?” He mumbles, still coming down. Steve hums, eyes flickering open to look down at him.

“Whats up, Eds? Y'need somethin’?” He asks, propping himself up on his elbow to fully look at him, brushing aside one of Eddie's loose curls from his forehead.

“I-Steve, I'm… I'm in love with you.” He blurts out, heart pounding as he takes a nervous breath.

Steve's eyes widen and he sits up fully, cupping Eddie's cheek in his hand. But what he says next is shocking.

“Again.” He demands. “Say that again.”

Eddie's nervous expressions turned into shock, a hint of hope flashing across his face. “I'm in love with you. And I know this was supposed to be meaningless, no strings attached. But Steve, I've fallen for you. You-You're wonderful and kind and thoughtful and-”

Steve cuts him off with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah? I love you too, baby.”

Eddie's head snaps up, forehead smacking into Steve's nose. Eddie gasps out, apologies pouring from him as he tries to see how hard he had hit him.

“Baby, baby, I'm fine!” Steve exclaims, hands cupping Eddie's cheeks. “I'm okay.”

Eddie's eyes meet his, a dorky grin appearing on his lips. “You called me baby. I like that. Call me that again.”

Steve snorts, kissing his forehead. “As long as I can call you my boyfriend. How's that sound, babe?”

Eddie nods excitedly, clambering to sit up in Steve's lap, pressing happy kisses all over his face. “Yes, yes, yes! I'll be your boyfriend. I'll be the best damn boyfriend you'll ever have, I swear.”

Steve laughs softly, pulling Eddie closer to his chest, catching Eddie's lips with his own, kissing him gently, slowly.

“Good, ‘cause I don't want anyone other than you, Eds.” He whispers, their foreheads pressed together as they smile at each other contentedly.

sometimes you just have to draw Dean's lips as slutty as possible

this blog hates donald trump

Did anyone else’s heart shatter when the collecter started crying and he doesn’t know how to stop crying and his voice broke💔💔

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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 — squirting

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: shy!reader (not "innocent" or inexperienced, just a little more reserved). penetrative sex.

Chrissy didn't know what she was doing.

It was an innocent question — as innocent as the questions being raised could be, that night. The conversation had quickly descended into more risqué subjects after Steve had gotten a little too tipsy and started complaining about his lack of luck on his latest escapades.

Nothing out of the ordinary, really. You were all used to talking about sex in one way or another. Eddie was famously loud about it, always having a story to tell, his or otherwise. Stories that made you imagine yourself on the receiving end of, guiltily wanting your friend to do those same things he was describing to you.

You kept those fantasies to yourself, though. Not wanting to be teased by the girls, maybe even worse, have them try to set you up with him. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if Eddie ever rejected you, or dated you out of pity. There was no scenario where this would work in your mind, no "you and Eddie", just you and your thoughts of him, where he would never hurt you, where all he did was make you feel good, imagining it his hands on your body, roaming until they found that place between your legs, instead of your own.

That night, it was no different. After Steve started the conversation, there was no stopping it. You often listened more than talked — not due to lack of experience, you were just a little too shy to share too much, even among close friends — but when the talk switched to Robin commenting about making her girlfriend squirt, you slipped.

"Good for her."

Your reply may have sounded a little more bitter than you'd anticipated, because, one by one, all of your friends looked at you. Maybe it was the scoff that has left your mouth, maybe it was the alcohol that had loosened your tongue. 

"What was that?" Nancy asked, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you.

"Yeah. What was that?" This time, it was Eddie who repeated her question. He sat on the opposite couch with his legs spread, tight black jeans stretching on his lean legs, making you wish you sat between them. You avoided his eyes.

"Nothing. I mean…", you signed, already regretting having said anything, "it's good! Good for her. Robin is good to her, that's a good thing."

You cringed even before you could finish all those convoluted sentences.

"Honey, have you ever… you know," Chrissy asked from her place on the floor, sitting as delicate as a fairy. "squirted?"

"No." You said, simply. Scared to run your mouth even more. "It's not a big deal. Doesn't happen to everybody."

"Have you tried?" Steve asked from behind his beer. He got a myriad of answers ranging from "that's not how It works, dingus!" from Robin, "it's not a matter of trying" from Nancy and "don't ask that, dude" from Eddie.

"I don't even know where to start, Steve. And before anyone asks, yes, I have cum from sex. Just not… like that."

You wanted to crawl into the nearest hole. It was even worse when you could feel Eddie's eyes on you, like he could see right through you. He tilted his head, and you weren't able to handle the kindness in his brown eyes. You looked away.

Your friends' opinions diverged again, making questions and trying to get you to speak, but you couldn't deal with their scrutiny anymore.

"C'mon, guys. It's fine! Can we change the subject, please?" You tried to swerve them. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. Maybe I'm just broken like that."

They shrugged. You shrugged. They moved on — but Eddie's eyes stayed on you for the rest of the night.

You're on Eddie's passenger seat, right in front of your apartment building, later that night when he brings the subject up again.

"I don't think you're broken."

The two of you had spent the entire ride silent, which was odd since Eddie was the chatterbox between the two of you, always filling the gaps with anything that would cross his mind. Neither that, nor his music filled the silence between you.

"What?" You looked at him, still not believing what you'd heard.

"You said that maybe you were broken like that. That's not true, you're… you're perfect."

That feeling of wanting to hide came back tenfold, making your eyes fill with tears. "Eddie, forget about it, please."

"Hey," he brought your gaze back to him with a finger to your chin, delicately turning your head. "I meant what I said. You're perfect, it's just that no one's taken the time to treat you right. It takes patience, from both sides."

"Yeah, and?"

"I was thinking that maybe I could change that. If you'd let me."

One thing you'd always admired about Eddie was his strength of conviction. He never said anything he didn't believe in, and backed it all up. His voice never faltered, he doesn't shy away from speaking his mind — and you hated that you were forcing yourself to disbelieve him.

"Eddie…"

"Look at me." He pleaded, and in spite of your concerns, you did as he told. His eyes bore into your with a sincerity that was so painfully him. "You can say no. I'll go home and we'll forget about everything I just said. But, sweetheart… I'm dying to prove you wrong."

Eventually, he did.

After you'd gotten up the stairs to your floor kissing and tugging at each other's clothes, letting Eddie's tongue taste yours over and over, stopping to let yourself be cornered against the wall by him. Getting lost in the feeling of his solid body against yours, the smell of him — a strong, masculine perfume, cigarettes and beer — making you dizzy, his lips on your neck making you even dizzier.

After he took your clothes off halfway down your living room, reverencing your body with his rough hands, kneeling between your feet in the middle of your halfway. He made you cum for the first time that night with his mouth, kissing your pussy the way he kissed your mouth, sucking on your clit the same way he sucked on your tongue. You came as you pulled his hair, his strong arms around your hips preventing you from falling.

After he guided you to your bed, still craving a taste of you. Hands not knowing where to sit still while he pulled another orgasm from you, his fingers deep within you, curling and stroking your walls, his mouth still not leaving your clit. Your ears buzzed with the force of your climax, not being able to hear Eddie's praise. "That's my girl," he said, head resting on the plush of your thigh, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, "doing such a good job, but I'm not done with you yet."

After he made your eyes blur with pleasure when you finally entered you, rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, three times before putting it in, slowly bottoming out. Leaving kisses all over your face, shining with sweat. You didn't think you could take it, curling your toes and hugging his narrow hips with your spread legs, feeling each thrust with a tenderness you never did before.

After he filled and stretched you to the brim, pulling out only to push it all in again. Uttering against your skin, broken whimpers, your name on his lips like a prayer. You were beyond the point of forming words, kissing him to stop yourself from screaming. You could feel yourself dripping down your pussy, and into the sheets, soaking Eddie's cock.

After he pulled your thigh higher up his waist, and stood on his knees, pounding into you with measured speed. He hit your spot over, and over, and over — you grabbed the sheets with both hands, repeating his name like a broken record, music to his ears.

"Yeah? That feels good, baby? Am I making you feel good?" Eddie looked like a god above you. Wild hair down to his shoulders, pale skin slick with sweat, eyes drilled on you. You made the mistake of looking down to where your bodies met, watching his thick cock drenched with your juices, going in and out of you. His pubic hair, also matted with your wetness, creating a delicious friction against your clit. "Tell me. Who's making you feel this good?"

"You, Eddie." You whimpered. "You, you, you. Always you."

"That's right, baby. That's" a hard thrust, "fucking," a a squeeze of your thigh, "right."

You felt your orgasm approach with a  deep pressure on your navel, building and building until you couldn't keep It down anymore. You let yourself go, the ringing in your ears louder and cleared, cumming with Eddie's name on your lips.

That's when you felt it. You were limp in your bed, with Eddie above you. You'd felt him cum too, dropping his weight above you, but still keeping himself steady by his elbows. but everything was distant, like it was happening in a dream. Slowly, you came back to yourself — to Eddie, gently coaxing you with sweet words, and to the warm wetness coating your thighs, your ass, and Eddie's lower half.

"Did I…?"

"Fuck yeah, you did." His boyish smile, so different from the confident smirk you saw not moments ago, made you smile too, weakly and still a little embarrassed, but too satisfied to care.

"Happy now?"

"Only when you do it again." 

The Owl House was cancelled

That is something you guys need to remember. This show was cancelled. There was so much content that we were supposed to get but didn't because a few Disney execs decided that their best show since Gravity Falls wasn’t good enough to keep on their platform.

You have to understand, Dana didn't want this. We were supposed to have more. We were supposed to see how Hooty and Eda met, Caleb when he was alive, Darius's mentor, the Hagside kids, Manny, more Gus centered episodes, the Bat Queen's holder, more of Raine and Eda's relationship, etc.

But because only a few Disney execs decided that this show was too gay… oh, sorry “wasn't their brand'' they cancelled it.

You absolutely have the right to be mad. But do not direct that hatred to Dana or The Owl House. Disney is your enemy.