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happy PRIDE i’m here i’m queer and i believe the land should be given back to the proper indigenous stewards.

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movie howl vs book howl (i like both of them)

And then Steve “funny I don’t see your parents anywhere” Harrington looks at Eddie with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He’s half laying on the bed from where they sprang apart and he’s looking up at Eddie with these huge brown eyes that are crinkling at the corner.

Eddie is locked in those eyes, still panting. He’s sitting up against the wall, slouched over himself in a crescent, that look makes him a little nervous.

For a moment Steve looks positively evil and he alabaster crawls on his forearms toward the dark haired boy. Once he’s close enough he sits up and wraps his strong hands around Eddie’s small waist.

Eddie’s stomach flutters, he opens his mouth to say something, but Steve lets out a wicked grin and shakes his head, rolling his lips in to signal for Eddie to stay quiet. One long jean-clad leg slides back over Eddie’s lap and his nostrils flare, his eyes wild as he glances to the wall and back to Steve, trying desperately to remind the other guy that his uncle is *right there*. Steve isn’t listening.

Steve leans in close to Eddie’s cheek, his thumbs rubbing delicately at Eddie’s ribs. He stops mere centimeters from the pale skin, trying not to breathe too heavy. He’s waiting for permission.

With a small, short exhale, Eddie presses the side of his face into Steve, he’s going feral he can feel it.

Steve kisses his skin gently, reverently. This was somehow infinitely harder to stand than the hot and heavy kissing they were just participating in. He wants to cry, he wants to yell, he wants to let Steve know just how much this is making him feel. He’s drunk off it. But Wayne wants a in the next room.

Shudders erupt over Eddie’s body as Steve kisses over his nose, then his other cheek, then his jaw. Every stuttering little breath from Eddie driving him on. He cradles the older boy’s ribs, spreading his fingers wide, feeling the bones. He’s to Eddie’s neck when he rubs up against him a little.

Eddie, unable to control himself lets out a little cry. It’s almost pitiful the way it’s needy and restrained. Steve’s hand shoots up to cover Eddie’s mouth. He whispers in his ear “is this too much?” But Eddie just shakes his head repeatedly, thinking he might die if the touch stopped.

Steve uncovered Eddie’s mouth and began pushing his face into the other’s neck, nudging at him with his nose and chin. Eddie’s head fell back against the wall with a dull thud. Suddenly he was dragged down on the mattress, Steve’s hands iron grips around his middle. He was up on his knees straddling Eddie, who was tucked between his legs. Eddie’s hands were curled up at his chest as he looked, wide eyes, up at Steve.

“You have to stay quiet.” Steve hissed. “Can you do that for me?” It wasn’t mean, it was quick, full of adrenaline. He leaned in to Eddie’s face, taking hold of his hands. “Eds?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie touch-starved Munson was stammering. “I can I can.”

“Good.” Steve moved around Eddie like a costal wind, fast, constant but gentle. The tenderness made it harder somehow for Eddie to stay quiet and the occasional soft whimper or grunt escaped, but nothing loud enough to put them at risk.

This was driving him up the wall. Eddie was squirming on the mattress, unable to take it any more he sat up suddenly, flipping Steve onto his back so that Eddie lay heavily on top. Time for Steve to get a taste of his own medicine. His eyes glinted darkly as he bit down on Steve’s clavicle. Steve gasped but Eddie covered his mouth,leaning in to whisper in his ear “You have to be quiet. Can you do that?” There was almost a hint of mocking in his voice and Steve’s eyes went wide as he lay frozen under Eddie. What had he gotten himself into?

Steve and Eddie making out on Eddie's bed, Steve on top, hands in Eddie's hair and Eddie's hands on his waist. They're really getting into it; panting and moaning starting to touch up each other, but then Uncle Wayne comes home and they jump apart so fast that when Uncle Wayne feels the trailer shake, he's like "oh, it's THAT shake. He has a guy over" and just continues to make coffee

that middle part unleashed something in davy. who was she

Steve’s seen it before.

The barely concealed expression of horror, made right as a lady hears one of his cornball, goofy jokes and speeds through the five stages of grief as they realize they still want to fuck him. 

Even if he says shit so ridiculous a middle schooler couldn’t get away with it. 

(And Steve would know, because he’s watched Dustin try.)  

It’s a core part of his personality really. He was smooth about it when he cared about appearances, locked the corny shit away until they were alone and he could reveal just enough of his real self to seal the deal.  

Then he was all about making teddy bears talk and all other kinds of stupid shit. 

Nowadays he doesn't bother with putting on the cool guy front. 

Steve is who he is, and likes who he likes, and that perhaps, is why this particular look of horrified acceptance is so amusing.

Because it’s not on a girl's face.

It’s on Eddie’s. 

Which he expected, because Steve’s not as stupid as the kids think.

Just as Eddie isn’t the best at hiding his crushes like he thinks he is. 

The over-the-top showmanship and teasing, the jokes and theatrics might fool most of the Party, and had even Robin second guessing for a while, but none of them have done their time in the trenches.

Romance is, and has always been, Steve’s game.

“What did you say?” Eddie asks, laughter ringing through his voice, and with a cocky grin, Steve steps into his space and happily repeats himself. 

“I said--if no one’s done it yet, then let me be the first to thank you for wearing those pants.” For the second time, Steve sends his eyes downward, only to slowly pull them back up. “What are they made out of? Boyfriend material?” 

“oh my God.” Eddie says but he’s grinning, a finger pulling some hair across his face and Steve knows then and there that he’s won.

You are loved.

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Once a Bad Bitch always a Bad Bitch

pose reference from @ Kaosdisabledsupport on tiktok

Actually, Scully, it is.

coping with being unable to go to any music festivals this year by drawing these men in cunty little festival outfits

Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.

When I forget to do something, I say “Fuck” in a specific tone of voice. Fuck is not a word I say by itself often (usually it’s in a phrase). Then, whenever I do say “fuck” again later that day or the next, I remember the other thing I forgot to do, which I can sometimes do right then, or sometimes I build up a list of things I forgot, but anyway the “Fuck” helps me remember them so I don’t go three months without having done whatever it is or forgot it existed.

John wrote a short story where he has sex with a 'woman' in paris. Except the woman is called Amie L'Nitrate and Amyl Nitrate is a reference to poppers. He talks about grabbing her 'pomme de frites.' Her potatoes? He uses the term 'tread lightly on some loafers' which is an old euphenism for being gay. Amie says they should have sex to God Only Knows. Then John says their relationship ended in a seething rage but he still thinks of 'her.' Yeah. Most solid mclennon evidence in my eyes.

i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

“We became frankly the best of friends the very best of friends”

Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

Doing more than one? Choose whichever you found the most helpful. ❤️

Petitions - UK Government and Parliament

Petition: Do not ban transgender people from receiving care in mainstream hospital wards

The Health Secretary has said that transgender hospital patients in England may be banned from being treated in female- and male-only wards.

more fucking petitions because this clown car country cannot stop with the bigotry for 30 seconds

uk people it takes 5 seconds and you checking your email to verify

everyone else: rebloge please

The Scene from the x files pilot, as seen on my 1999 crt tv :)

HeRe wE gO AgaIN

more pressing question what the hell is MICKY doing

“When you listen to the lyrics of You and I, you assume it’s a love song between a man and a women. But it’s about Davy and I. It’s a love song about two brothers and the magic they made when their stars aligned”~ Micky