you're gonna be amazing

Erin, 27, she/her, queer ao3 icon by chris-hargreeves

[drarry]

Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation

[drarry]

This is the Pride Month that It will happen. I feel it in my gay bones

[broken-horn-of-equius]

[macden]

I never had a best friend. So I just relied more and more on the Little Debbies, and it was as much for me as it was for them. And then I met you. And I didn’t need them so much anymore. Well, makes sense. I’m your number one fan.

[meggiscat]

eddie who is going to be GAY🙏

[kosmogrl]

june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be

[elexecution]

there are too many things happening this summer that i'm thinking we are going to need an extra 6-12 months of june and possibly another 3-4 months of july. probably no extra august as the problem should hopefully sort itself out by then. we are also looking into extending the day night cycle to 55 hours and extending the human lifespan to 10000 years.

[aropride]

if your animal is lying on the floor, furniture etc, it’s important to take a picture of them. then, if they move or shift in any way, it’s important to take another picture. with this technique, you can take many pictures of your animal

[girlplease]

insane new photo of jean and hannah just dropped!!!!!! (source)

[dailycatsblog]

[starbuck]

is this ship popular because it’s legitimately compelling or is it popular because it’s the easiest to decontextualize and write college roommate AUs about?

[starbuck]

this post broke containment and is getting ‘let people have fun and enjoy things’ comments, so i want to clarify that i hate fun and want to personally bludgeon everyone who has ever written a college roommate AU with a hammer

[pansy2025]

goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me

[uberfluss]

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

[roguespeedster]

see her loud

now see her silent

[dionysiaproductions]

[forest-woman]

[laurierrose]

we need to start legally protecting these like make this kind of bathroom part of the national park system

[dresdoodles]

Been battling some serious imposter syndrome this week. I tried to draw out how it feels to me.

[roguespeedster]

bleed me dry

just under the wire with this one for @steddieholidaydrabbles !

Prompt: hot/cold | wc: 718 | Rating: M | Tags: Vampire Steve Harrington, blood drinking

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Eddie feels like he’s on fire.

Which is ironic, considering the rest of his body feels like he’s been dunked in ice water.

He keeps wiggling his fingers and toes just to remind himself that they’re there. He assures himself this is normal. This is how you’re supposed to feel when losing a pint of your blood. As if anything about this situation was normal.

It was his own fucking fault, really. His suggestion. But the guy had been starving. What was Eddie supposed to have done, turned the other cheek? He was just being nice. Doing what any good roommate would do. He never expected being nice would lead him to this, sprawled across the Harringtons’ uncomfortable leather art deco ass sofa, with Steve Harrington’s mouth on his neck.

The sounds coming out of Steve’s mouth are positively lewd, moaning and sucking at Eddie’s neck like his blood is fucking ambrosia of the gods, and yep, there’s one part of Eddie’s body that’s neither cold nor numb. He prays that Steve’s super vampire hearing doesn’t pick up on the sudden uptick in his heartbeat, nor the blood rushing to his dick. 

Eddie closes his eyes and tries to think entirely neutral, not Steve Harrington related thoughts. Lace doilies. The color beige. Meatloaf.

Steve sighs again in contentment, the sound practically pornographic, sending vibrations through Eddie’s neck and down the rest of his body. Fuck.

He quickly abandons any pretense at civility and lets his mind wander to everywhere else on his body he’d like Steve’s mouth, fangs and all. With his superhuman strength, Steve could pin Eddie to this couch and have his way with him. There were certainly worse ways to die than being fucked and sucked to death by a vampiric Steve Harrington.

Eddie’s stomach suddenly lurches violently, and he opens his eyes to black spots dotting his vision. He feels like he’s about to puke or come or pass out. Possibly all three.

“Steve,” he chokes out.

Steve pulls away, and Eddie hisses at the sudden coldness on his throat, his breath catching when he sees Steve’s face. His pupils are blown, all black. His teeth are stained red, like something out of a horror movie.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit,” he says, taking in Eddie’s current state. Eddie hopes he doesn’t notice the tenting in his pants, nor the wet spot at his crotch. “Shit, shit, shit,” Steve continues. He rushes out of the room and returns moments later with a glass of juice in hand. “Here,” he says, as he helps Eddie to a seated position. Eddie gratefully takes the glass and chugs it down until the room stops spinning around him.

“Better?” Steve asks.

Eddie nods. “Mmm, better.”

“Good.”

As they face each other, Steve suddenly reaches forward and brushes a finger over the holes in the side of Eddie’s neck. It comes away bloody. Steve stares at it a moment before running his tongue over it, lapping up every last speck of blood. Eddie never thought he’d be jealous of a fucking finger, but here they were.

Steve catches Eddie watching him and quickly removes his finger from his mouth, wiping it clean on his shirt. “Sorry,” he says, almost bashful, and Eddie swears he’s blushing. Huh, that was new. That was because of him, he realizes. His blood now flowing through Steve’s veins. Fuck, definitely don’t think about being inside Steve right now, he chides himself.

Eddie clears his throat. “Waste not, want not, right?”

“Right.” Steve looks down at his hands, then back up at Eddie. “Hey, thank you. For – for this.”

“Yeah, of – of course,” Eddie stammers out, barely above a whisper. “Any time.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Really? You mean that? Even after …” He gestures at Eddie.

Eddie forces a smile. “Sure thing, Big Boy. I’ve had worse Friday nights.”

Steve smiles at him, a genuine smile, fangs front and center, the tips still stained with Eddie’s blood. Eddie could look at that smile forever, and the fact it’s directed at him makes it even sweeter. His body still feels like it’s been put through the spin cycle. He’s still half hard. He doesn’t mind. He’d let Steve do whatever he wanted with that smile. Bleed him dry, who cares.

Yep, he was in trouble.

[uwillneverknowwho]

Literally always take headphones with you. If you decide that you probably won't need them today, that's the devil talking. You will. You will