Yk What I Hate Though. Is When I Find A Meme And Im Like THIS IS SO [cool Intimidating Mutual I Never

characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

"The problem is capitalism"

Graphic by Meme Industrial Complex

Watson stop LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT you are in PUBLIC

I hope to finish this (aka there's a color version in the backlog)

I love imagining the s4 time skip a lot and with different scenarios. Anyway, they nearly died but have a touching moment on the Wheeler's house roof and they realize they love each other.

Nancy actually smiling and letting herself smile

Micky: Why are you looking at me through a fork? 

Davy: I’m pretending you’re in jail.

Micky: Why?!

Davy: It’s spiritually healing.

70s Holmes & Watson

People who drink coffee: why did you start?

I don't drink coffee and I've never wanted to, but that's obviously ~not normal~, so I'm curious why most people do start drinking it.

i have the same gender as a man who is a beautiful woman. hope this helps

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

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