secretly-kait

// 24 // she/they //

[fishandshesmygills]

it’s so hard for me to not doxx myself every single day btw. my oversharer’s spirit is being stifled by internet safety

[procrastinationstationxx]

outfit repeater, movie rewatcher, same post mutiple times reblogger

[mialoveseddie]

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson do not get along. They’ve been sniping at each other since saving the world from Vecna and everyone is tired of it They would fight at the bar. They fight in Family Video. They fight over music, over movies, over whether Eddie’s van is “a death trap”.

But what nobody knows is Steve started it. And Steve keeps starting it. Because the first time Eddie got really mad like red faced, voice cracking, gesturing with those rings and hair all wild from running his hands through it Steve’s brain just short circuited. God, he’s so hot when he’s pissed. He would think to him self.

So now Steve has a system. He says something dumb about his music choice and Eddie explodes. Steve wins. Not the argument. But just to see him.

Eddie doesn’t get it at first. He just thinks Steve’s an asshole who peaked in high school and never learned to shut up. Until one night Steve’s baiting him about “real music” and Eddie shoves him hard against the brick wall outside the Hideout, and Steve smiles.

Oh.

“You absolute freak,” Eddie says realization dawning and devastating. “You like this. You like when I—”

Steve cuts him off by kissing him, because since he’s been caught he might as well give in.

[clementinecloudz]

She be "Baltin' On My More"

Anyway he be strangling a riko fan plush

All silly doodles all silly

[waitwhatwhat]

andrew 'doesn't-mean-i-wouldn't-blow-you' minyard really came back from the baltimore fiasco with one (1) thought in mind: almost lost the fucking idiot, this mf could actually really just die anytime anywhere, can't afford to procrastinate any longer, must give blowjob asap, top priority, no further delay tolerated, regrets not optional

[viiiiiliiiii]

Neil has a habit of slowly slipping lower until his face disappears into the crook of Andrew’s neck or against his chest. he doesn’t even try to hide the deep breath he draws in, filling his lungs with Andrew’s scent as though searching for the one place where nothing else in the apartment can reach him, where there’s only Andrew. “You smell like yourself,” he murmurs, his lips never leaving Andrew’s skin. “Were you expecting someone else’s?” Andrew asks, absentmindedly combing his fingers through Neil’s curls. Neil only answers with a quiet grunt, shaking his head before burrowing even closer. again and again, he makes the same tiny adjustments, clumsily trying to melt into Andrew without disturbing him, until Andrew finally lets out a quiet sigh. “You’ve got ten minutes.” It’s all the permission Neil needs. the very next second, his legs are hopelessly tangled with Andrew’s, his arms wrapped securely around Andrew’s lower back as he presses every inch of himself as close as physically possible. soon, the only part of him still visible is the crown of red hair tucked beneath Andrew’s chin. “Junkie.” Andrew rolls his eyes, thoroughly trapped in a position that isn’t particularly comfortable, but at least Neil finally stops squirming. the top of Neil’s head rests directly beneath Andrew’s lips, making it almost inevitable that he scatters a few absentminded kisses there as they talk. eventually, Andrew shifts, sliding a hand beneath Neil’s back before rolling him fully underneath him, pinning him gently between the mattress and his own body as he settles his weight on top. the moment Andrew’s scent completely overwhelms every other smell in the room, Neil lets out a muffled, deeply content little “Yeah…” as his hands instinctively stroke Andrew’s back and sides. Andrew isn’t entirely sure whether that quiet “yeah” is Neil’s response to being called a junkie or something slipped out from his unconscious mind, but judging by the way Neil melts beneath him, he clearly prefers this position. resting his chin atop Neil’s head, Andrew presses another lingering kiss into his hair, breathing in the clean scent left behind by Neil’s evening shower. “I’ll make it twenty,” he murmurs quietly. “if it's too hard—wheeze." Neil’s arms only tighten more firmly around Andrew’s waist locking them together, making it perfectly clear that he couldn’t care less about the discomfort if it means holding onto this moment for just a little longer.

[milocelium]

you didn’t hear it from me but this is the polaroid neil keeps in his wallet and looks at every day

[phoebebyers]

[matchingbatbites]

Robin buys a vintage lamp off Marketplace, and the seller, Chrissy, says that she's sending her friend Eddie to deliver it. This instantly makes Robin too nervous to go pick it up herself, so naturally, she sends Steve to collect it.

Steve returns home after two hours looking like a hot mess, hair all fucked up and shirt totally wrinkled. Robin is freaking out, asking what took so long, why hasn't he been answering his phone, and Steve just shrugs and says "Sorry, the guy who dropped off the lamp was hot. We fooled around in the back of his van and we're going out this weekend."

He hands Robin the lamp as she stands there, completely baffled, and says "Could have been you if you and Chrissy weren't scaredy-cats," before heading off to his room.

[spectrum-spectre]

ngl I was fully expecting Steve to come back after fooling around with Eddie only to realize he forgot to grab the fucking LAMP

[matchingbatbites]

FUCK that would have been hilarious.

Robin: Where have you been?? Why do you look like that?? Where's the lamp???

Steve: ..........fuck

[spectrum-spectre]

@hyperrbolic-orange get peer reviewed

[horridwizardthing]

Hi project hail mary fandom, here's my contribution

[girlnumbers]

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

free-to-use “the only ship that is bad is censorship” badge

—> “proship & proud” badge

—> “no censorship allowed” badge

[axoliam]

bud you disabled comments

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I disabled my comments section because it was full of bots trying to scam people

how someone sets their boundaries has absolutely nothing to do with censorship.

censorship is when someone tries to control other people what they can or can’t create and consume.

censorship is not about a random person disabling their own comments section for whatever reason. censorship is not about people blocking other people on social media as their way of setting boundaries and curating their internet experience. censorship is not about disrespecting other people’s boundaries and censorship is not about tolerating it when other people disrespect you or your boundaries.

so your comment is entirely irrelevant to the point. I say censorship is bad. you say but the sky is not green.

[linskiiii]

Columbia bedroom 💕

[hailmarysuggest]

I want Grace sleeptalking, which is HILARIOUS when you consider Rocky trying to answer him and having a whole convo with him and later on Grace is all ‘sorry bud, I was still asleep during that’ and Rocky’s timbers are shivered, but???? Sleepwalking and sleeptalking at the same time????? Rocky would absolutely lose his shit like what do you mean the moving and verbalizing human is not conscious????

But then one day, later on early in their time on Erid, Rocky and Adrain are watching over him while he sleeps, only for Grace to go ‘hello?’ And it startles him awake, and then for the rest of the day they are trying to convince him that no, Grace, you said hello and woke yourself up! Rocky and Adrian did not wake you!!

Rocky’s getting sick of new sleep bullshit coming up, next thing you know he’ll claim that humans can wake and have hallucinations that paralyze you and are meant to torment you! Ugh, it’s always something with this guy.

[wynnyfryd]

you’re not hardcore unless you live hardcore

rated T | written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘three’ + 333 words | slice of life, injury, being goofballs as always

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Three. That’s how many front teeth Eddie knocks out of his head trying to pull off some boneheaded trick at the skate park. “Owwwww,” he whines pitifully from the back seat of Steve’s car where he’s got his head in Robin’s lap, the sound muffled behind a bag of frozen peas pressed to his mouth.

“Yeah, well,” Steve says, stepping harder on the gas. Eddie’s teeth are in his pocket. “That’s what you get for trying to impress a little girl.”

“Excuse you,” Max glares from the passenger seat. “I’m fifteen tomorrow.”

“You’re a baby.”

“I have tits!”

“Ew.” Steve doesn’t want to think about her tits, for god’s sake.

“Steve,” Robin chides, adjusting Eddie in her lap as they round the last corner into town. “Don’t body shame.”

Max ignores her. “Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “It wasn’t even impressive.”

“Hey!!” Eddie sits up; takes the bag off his mouth to protest; ends up spraying blood across the roof of Steve’s car as they go over a speed bump. Goddammit. Goddammit, he’s lucky Steve would do anything for him.

Steve scowls at him in the rearview and pulls up to the dentist’s office. “You’re cleaning that up.”

—

They get Eddie in to see the dentist surprisingly quickly.

Steve goes back with him, hangs out at the edge of the exam room and horrifies the assistant when he fishes three teeth roots-and-all out of the blood-stained front pocket of his jeans. Eddie’s all loopy on laughing gas so they can reimplant the two front teeth — “we’ll need to replace the lateral incisor” — and the whole ridiculous ordeal is kinda worth it when, at the end of the appointment, just the two of them alone in a tiny room, Eddie looks up at Steve like he hung the moon, gives him a big gap-toothed smile, and says “hey” like ‘I love you.’

He reaches out to hold Steve’s pinky. “Thanks.”

Steve squeezes back and says, “Any time.”

[marquisdesas]

Saw this post and immediately had a vision

[linskiiii]

in each other's gravity