Latest Posts by chronicbrainfarts - Page 5
this goes for emo guys too
whenever you feel like the ugliest girl on earth just wash your hair
“0 notes” is such a fucked up & evil thing to implement on this site. it feels so mean. so clinical. none of my mutuals will ever have to bear the burden of seeing it though. Not while i’m alive
REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches
PEOPLE THROW PEANUTS AT CLOWNS??
i wanna be in love so bad but im so awkward and i dont flirt well. its like being at a circus but im the only one without peanuts to throw at the clowns
what are you wearing rn and is it representative of your style
Sometimes the autism wins and you have too lay in the foster position watching steven unviverse for 5 hours straight.
THAT IS SO HOT IM HAVING A CRISIS
Girls with. Girls with deep voices
I meet a girl my age that towers over me and i am yet agian questioning everything
I love being bi and having horrific taste wish I could put it on my resume
my first introduction off social media was musicaly and for a while tik tok was my only form off social media. And honestly tumblr is such a breath off fresh air. I love it here.
reblog to put billy directly in harm's way
Sometimes i wish i had more silly little dude adhd and not my brain feeling like its gonna explode when i try to focus adhd
why only one off them
marble when they horent
Yes. What about it?
the concept of a chapter fighting you is so wild to me. like did it get up out of google docs and box you??
marble hornets is my fave romantic tragedy
why are we like this
She Marble on my Hornets till I operator.
then the motherfucker feel in love with him anyway
can you imagine watching this guy you barely know leak your medical files from when you were a child publicly on youtube
TIM SWEEP.
TIM SWEEP TIM SWEEP
TIM SWEEP
SLENDERVERSE SEXYPOLL FINAL ROUND
(Reposted due to wrong poll length.)
OH MY GODRJHBFJNRBFNJ
I need this as a fic
I had to do my taxes today so i wrote this little thing to make myself feel better. If you read I hope you enjoy.
Eddie rolled his neck from side to side. Ever since the upside down his neck and shoulders had been a ball of sore, tight muscles. His hospital appointed physical therapist had given him exercises to do, but if he was being honest remembering to do them was not something he excelled at.
So here he was, Thursday movie night with Steve and his neck and shoulders were killing him, so much so that it was blossoming into a headache. He rolled his neck again, his head brushing against the couch cushions.
“You alright?” Steve asked and Eddie rolled his neck so he was looking at Steve.
“Am I bothering you?”
“No, just making sure you’re not getting possessed. Looks like you’re about to do a 180,” Steve supplied. Eddie chuckled at that.
“No, not possessed, Stevie,” Eddie said, rolling his neck back to look at the TV.
“Does your neck hurt?”
Eddie looked back over at him, normally this time, and flinched at the tightness of his muscles.
“A little… I’m alright though.”
“You sure? I could…” Steve trailed off.
“Could what?”
“Well… I could try to give you a massage. Only ever tried it on a couple girls to mixed results but,” Steve shrugged, “Maybe it’ll help?”
“You trying to seduce me, Stevie?” Eddie asked with a pointy little smirk.
“Shut up, man. Never mind,” Steve said, rolling his eyes, crossing his arms and looking back at the TV. Eddie full on laughed at that.
“I’m kidding! Come on, Steve. I know you’re a lean, mean, heterosexual alpha male. I’m just fucking with you.”
“Do not call me that. You make me sound like Arnold Schwarzenegger or something.”
“Mmm, nah, more of a Harrison Ford in my opinion.”
“If you want to try this massage thing you’re not helping your case.” Steve grumbled.
“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry,” Eddie said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll shut up.” He said with a little chuckle. “Where do you want me.”
If the room was a little brighter Eddie would have seen the blush that was already forming on Steve’s cheeks get just a little darker.
“Uh…” Steve cleared his throat, “Just uh, turn. Face that way.” Steve said, pointing away from him to the other side of the couch. Eddie followed his directions, folding his legs, one knee digging into the back of the couch and the other hanging over the side. He could feel Steve readjusting behind him.
“Okay…” Steve started hesitantly. “So um, I really don’t know what I’m doing so if it hurts or something, tell me. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright…” Eddie could feel Steve move some of his hair off his shoulders. “We need to get you better conditioner, dude.”
“Hey, there is nothing wrong with my mane, Harrington.”
“No not really, but it could be better,” Steve came back. Eddie just huffed and then Steve’s hands were gently moving over his shoulders. Eddie froze.
He didn’t have a crush on Steve, per-say, but he also wasn’t blind. Steve was objectively handsome. He was kind, good with the kids, giving. Not to mention the other day, when Eddie saw Steve hefting around bags of dirt to help Wayne fill in a low spot in the back yard, he picked them up like they didn’t weigh anything. Eddie would bet good money Steve could pick him up and… okay so maybe he had a little, tiny, crush.
Eddie’s line of thought cut off when Steve gave his shoulders a testing squeeze. “So where exactly does it hurt?” Steve asked.
Eddie cleared his throat, “Uh, by my neck, like here,” He said, pointing to the junction between his neck and his shoulder.
“Here?” Steve asked, moving his hands higher on Eddie’s shoulders and giving a testing little squeeze.
“Yeah, yup.”
Steve started pressing his thumbs into the muscles there, sliding his thumbs up along the skin.
“I know this is kinda weird, but you’ve gotta try and relax,” Steve said quietly. “I mean unless you usually sit like you’re about to get chewed out by that drill sergeant from Full Metal Jacket.”
Eddie let out a laugh at that, relaxing his back a little. Steve’s thumbs worked into his flesh, fingers dragging over the tops of his shoulders. God, it felt good, really good. Eddie let his head fall forward a little.
“Good?”
“Mmm,” Eddie hummed in response, not caring how gone on it he sounded. Steve’s thumbs pressed in closer to Eddie’s spine, finding a particularly stubborn knot.
“Jeez, no wonder you’re neck hurts.” Steve said absently as he worked at it. Meanwhile Eddie was thinking up nicknames for Steve.
“I’m about to start calling you Steve ‘Magic Fingers’ Harrington.” Eddie mumbled.
“Call me that in public and your ass is grass.” Steve replied, working his fingers up the back of Eddie’s neck. His headache was pretty much gone now.
“Healing Hands Harrington.”
“I swear to God, I will stop.” Steve threatened, but Eddie could hear the smile in his voice. His hands were working down Eddie’s back now.
“Does this massage come with a happy…” Eddie started but before he could get the last word out Seve dug his fingers into Eddie ribs “Ah! Shit!” Eddie tense up so hard he almost shot off the couch.
“You deserve it!” Steve laughed, swinging a couch pillow a Eddie’s face when he turned around.
“Asshole!” Eddie countered, catching the pillow with a laugh. Steve settled back into the couch, shaking his head with a smile. Eddie threw the pillow at him.
“Better?” Steve asked as Eddie settled back in. He rolled his neck a little.
“Yeah, actually.” Eddie said looking over at Steve with a smile, dimples out and eyes crinkling. “Thanks, Stevie.”
“Any time, dumbass.” Steve said, trying to cover the flutter in his stomach. Eddie knocked his knee into Steve’s with another stupid little grin. Steve rolled his eyes at him.
…
Eddie thought about that massage for days after it happened, wondering how he could ask Steve to do it again without sounding like a weirdo. Turned out though, he didn’t have to think of a way.
They were in the Wheeler’s basement, Eddie sitting at the head of the D&D table, in rare form as he threw trap after monster after trick at the kids. He was having a good time, but between sitting for so long, leaning over the table, and looking down at his sheets, his neck was starting to tighten up again. He rolled it out once or twice, but it wasn’t enough, and it was starting to get tight down his back.
“Alright, go take a break, be back in 10 or I’m adding more tolls.” Eddie said as the party scrambled up the stairs, leaving Steve and Eddie in the basement. Eddie sat back in his chair, idly rubbing at his shoulder when Steve got off the couch, tossing aside the magazine he had been reading.
“Sit up.” Steve said, as he stood behind Eddie, hands already coming up to Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie did as he was told and sat up a little more, letting his head fall forward. Steve’s thumbs found the tight knot in his neck almost instantly and Eddie just barely bit back an appreciative whimper.
Or at least he thought he did, but Steve worked harder at the spot, asking “That bad, huh?” his voice low as his thumbs slowly pressed circles into Eddie’s muscles. Eddie just let out a belabored groan.
“Lower,” Eddie murmured, not even caring how needy he sounded when he said it. Fuck, Steve was unbelievable good at this. Steve’s hands started working down Eddie’s back and he leaned forward, head resting on his arms on the table, giving Steve a better angle to work at. “Holy shit," He breathed out.
Looking down at Eddie’s back Steve was suddenly hit with the image of Eddie lying face down on a bed, Steve straddling his hips as he worked at Eddie’s back muscles. His hands faltered as he tried to regain his composure, taking in a deep breath.
“You okay?” Eddie asked, trying to turn to look at Steve. Steve shook his head.
“Yeah,” His voice came out tight, he cleared his throat. Eddie looked up at him. “Yeah, uh…”
Thundering footsteps were heard on the steps and Steve took a couple steps back.
“Lucas and I figured out your puzzle!” Dustin declared as he came into view. Eddie tore his gaze from Steve to look at Dustin. By the time he looked back at Steve he was back on the couch, nose buried in his magazine.
Eddie’s focus was scrambled for the rest of the night.
…
Eddie took a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke up into the crisp fall night. He and Steve had been talking by the pool, laying back in the pool loungers and looking up at the stars. He looked over when he heard Steve let out a sigh. Steve was sitting at the end of the pool lounger, head in his hands.
“You okay?” Eddie asked, sitting up with concern.
“Yeah, yeah, just my head,” Steve replied, scrubbing his hands through his hair a couple of times, “headache.”
Eddie watched him for a minute before scooting back in the lounger, one leg on either side. “Here,” Eddie said, patting the space between his legs. “Come sit.”
“What?” Steve asked, with a tiny chuckle.
“No, I’m serious!” Eddie shot back. “Let me repay you for all the…” Eddie motioned to his shoulders, “Ya know?”
“You’re gonna give me a massage?” Steve asked, sounding skeptical but standing up anyways.
“Well, maybe not a massage, per-say,” Eddie said with a bob of his head, “Just come sit,” he said, patting his chair.
“Okay,” Steve said with a shrug and he sat down between Eddie’s legs.
“Come on, lean back, what are you, waiting for the drill sergeant from Full Metal Jacket?” Eddie said, mimicking Steve.
“Alright, alright, Munson.” Steve chuckled as he leaned back into Eddie.
“Come on, sweetheart, I don’t bite.” Eddie smirked behind Steve and pulled him back by the shoulders, settling him in against his chest.
“Don’t know if I trust that statement.” Steve threw back.
“Smart.” Eddie replied, but then his hands were letting go of Steve’s shoulders and coming up to Steve’s hair, fingers gently carding through it. “If this isn’t, ya know, working or whatever, tell me to stop, okay?” He asked quietly, but Steve was already relaxing further into Eddie’s chest.
“Okay,” Steve murmured in reply as Eddie’s fingers combed through his hair. He let out a sigh as Eddie’s nails gently scrapped against his scalp.
Slowly Eddie felt Steve relax further and further into him as he lightly pulled Steve’s hair at the root. He had a boyfriend for a bout two weeks who had done that with his hair and it always felt nice, and so far it was working on Steve. The guy was so relaxed against Eddie he thought he might start purring.
“Good?” Eddie asked softly. All he got in reply was a quiet hum. He kept going, stroking his fingers through Steve’s hair and watching his breathing even out. Slowly he came to a stop, Steve turning his head a little, cheek pressed against Eddie’s neck. “Stevie?” He asked quietly, but Steve didn’t respond.
Better at this than I thought, Eddie thought to himself. He closed his eyes and let Steve’s steady breathing lull him to sleep.
….
After that night, Eddie noticed that things… changed, and not in a bad way.
No matter where they were, within reason, if he so much a touched his neck, Steve would reach out and massage it for him. They were sitting in the diner with Robin and Nancy and Eddie rolled his neck. The next minute Steve had an arm on the back of the booth, hand rubbing at the base of Eddie’s neck. It took everything in Eddie to not let his eyes roll into the back of his head with how nice it felt.
Because of that, Eddie let himself reach out to Steve. One night when they were out at the movies, Eddie noticed Steve pinching the bridge of his nose, so Eddie reached over and gently carded his fingers through Steve’s hair. By the time the movie was over Steve was asleep on Eddie’s shoulder.
It kept going, Steve rubbing Eddie’s shoulders and Eddie carding his fingers through Steve’s hair, and if they were being honest with themselves it was driving both of them crazy. Twice Eddie had to physically keep himself from turning around and pouncing on Steve when he worked his hands over his shoulders. And more than once Steve had to keep himself from kissing at Eddie’s neck as he practically melted into his chest. That was until one Thursday night, when Steve was making popcorn at the stove. Out of instinct Eddie came up behind Steve, running his hands through Steve’s hair.
Steve froze up and Eddie pulled his hands away.
“Sorry, Stevie, too much? I can stop.” The nagging feeling that Steve didn’t actually want Eddie touching him that much rose up in Eddie’s chest.
“It’s not that.” Steve gritted out.
“You don’t have to spare my feelings, Stevie, really…” But before he could get any more out Steve was turning around, crowding Eddie up against the kitchen island.
“It’s not that.” Steve said, staring Eddie down, eyes flicking to his lips. Eddie’s smile pulled up at the corner and his eyes dropped to Steve’s lips as he relaxed against the counter.
“Wanna find out if I bite?”
“God, I hope you do.” Steve said, before pressing his lips to Eddie’s.
Heres my rat! being spooked by my camra!
i’m sad can you guys reblog this with cute photos of your pets
OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS CONCEPT
i’ve seen so many fics and threads and posts about virgin eddie who comes way too fast the first time he and steve do anything even slightly heavier than some light making out, which i LOVE — don’t get me wrong
but, consider:
virgin eddie who comes way too fast the first time he and steve do anything even slightly heavier than some light making out, who was so focused on trying (and failing) not to come too soon, who is so embarrassed in the aftermath of doing just that, that he doesn’t even realize that steve ended up beating him to the punch.
they’re on the couch in eddie’s trailer. wayne’s out so they have the whole place to themselves.
steve’s sitting with his spine pressed against the back of the couch, and he’s got a lapful of eddie. eddie’s knees are on either side of steve’s thighs, digging in high by the crease of his hip, and he’s poised above steve, holding himself up.
his arms are around steve’s neck, and steve’s are around his waist — low on his waist, as in, almost groping his ass low.
steve’s chin is tilted up and eddie’s is tilted down so their lips can meet in the middle in a heated kiss. a messy kiss. wet and hot and a little bitey at times and a lot overwhelming. steve’s mouth is something else. warm and velvety, sweet and sure. he knows how to use his tongue, and he’s not holding back with it.
eddie’s trying his hardest not to blow his load right then and there.
this is the furthest they’ve gone yet, this high intensity, borderline bump and grind makeout session — because that’s what it is. a borderline bump and grind.
in this position, eddie’s dick is caught between them, still tucked away in his pants, but trapped between his own body and steve’s abdomen. every time steve shifts, his stomach brushes against the bulge in eddie’s pants, and eddie nearly whines from how good that ghost of a touch feels. he can’t help himself when he rocks forward, just a little, just enough, desperately seeking out that delicious friction. he can feel steve below him, too. the tent in his pants just grazing eddie’s ass every time he moves.
it’s driving him insane, and eddie is seconds away from exploding.
and then — oh, oh shit. fuckingfuckfuckfuck.
eddie explodes.
far too soon. christ, steve didn’t even get a goddamned hand on him. his pants didn’t even come off — hell, the fly didn’t even get undone!
eddie breaks the kiss and buries his face into steve’s neck, breathing heavily against the soft skin there. hiding his embarrassment where steve can’t see it.
steve, for what it’s worth, doesn’t seem to notice. not at first, anyways. one of his hands slides up eddie’s back, his touch soothing, while the other stays against eddie’s hip. “shit, eddie,” steve breathes into his hair.
when eddie doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move from steve’s neck — that’s when steve notices something’s up.
“eddie?” he asks. “hey, what’s wrong?”
eddie groans. shakes his head. doesn’t move.
“eddie,” steve repeats, drawing his hand back down eddie’s back. “talk to me, come on. what is it? did i do something?”
and jesus, no. steve didn’t do anything but be his perfect, sexy, stupid self.
well. time to face the music.
with another muffled groan, eddie pulls his face from steve’s neck. it’s burning, flaming, so red that he probably matches the blanket spread over the arm of the sofa.
“i fucking— i didn’t fucking last, okay? i shot off like a god damn fucking firecracker in, like, ten seconds flat, jesus christ.”
he shoves his hands over his face then, not wanting steve to see how embarrassed he is. how fucking humiliated.
only, steve doesn’t laugh. doesn’t tease eddie. he doesn’t even try to console him, either. instead, he curls his fingers around eddie’s wrist and tugs at his hands until he can pull them away from his face. he drags one down to his own crotch. presses eddie’s palm against the front of his shorts and— oh. they’re wet. like he — like steve came in his pants too.
just as quickly as eddie.
oh.
“you know, if you made it ten seconds flat, i must’ve only made it five,” steve tells him, and the thing is — the thing is. he means it. he’s serious about it.
holy fuck.
“you—”
steve nods, before eddie can finish that thought. “yeah,” he says. “i fucking did. because of you. because you’re so fucking hot, eddie. and you were just— just moving that like, right in my lap, and that was just, fuck, way too much — in a good way. in the best way. i just— couldn’t handle it.”
steve’s cheeks are rosy, like maybe he’s a little embarrassed about it too. but that sparkle in his eye, that smile stretching that pretty mouth of his — he looks pleased. delighted, even. like coming in his pants — eddie making him come in his pants — in less than thirty fucking seconds is the highlight of his god damn day.
what really gets eddie, is that it probably is.
“you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about,” steve promises, reading eddie without him having to even say a thing. “i like it when you ‘shoot off like a god damn firecracker’,” he echoes eddie’s words back to him. “it’s hot. it makes me feel fucking good, eddie.”
“oh,” eddie breathes. he hadn’t considered that.
“besides,” steve says, letting go of eddie’s wrist so he can snake his arm back around his waist — so he can dip his hand back down to his ass. “we’ve got plenty of time to work on your stamina.”
“yours too, apparently,” eddie shoots back, finding some of that confidence he usually carries in spades, letting a grin unfurl across his mouth.
steve barks out a laugh. “mine too,” he agrees. his hand slips into the back pocket of eddie’s jeans and cups his ass through the fabric. he gives it a squeeze and quirks an eyebrow. “race ya?”
eddie’s laugh is swallowed by steve’s mouth as he recaptures it into another searing kiss.
oh yeah, eddie thinks, nipping on steve’s bottom lip, giving his hips an experimental roll that pulls a groan out of steve, lets have some fun with this.
We won bitches
I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.
Draw Tim chubby cowards. We left Twinkifation in 2015
NOOOOOOO MY BOYFREINDSS
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wilbur sweeeeppp tho
MCYT SEXYMEN POLL: FUNNY EDITION
Let's keep it a clean fight and not start rolling around on the floor and biting each other, okay? I mean, who does that?
TIM HAS TO WIN HE IS THE TRUE SV SEXYMAN
alex losing the sexyman poll (as of rn) is so bittersweet to me. like yeah he killed habit and evan which. i was secretly rooting for ngl but he has to die for tim to carry the torch and kill more blorbos….. at what cost…
i need it to be over now thanks More like october - feburary but whatever
shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode
TIMMMSWEEEEP sorry alex youre just not sexyman
SLENDERVERSE SEXYMAN POLLS: ROUND 3
