#my school is lame

[marry-me-malfoy]

man i wish people at my school threw parties like the 90’s

[periipheral]

<3

[occudo]

I have your art in my new sketchbook!!!!!

Whaaaa!! I'm so glad! My little boy is Somewhere Else (tm)

[redbusters]

jokes that appeal to me specifically >

[harmonictechnicality]

Right - so we all know and love, ‘can you teach me how to shotgun?’ Steve and Eddie makeout scenes.

But may I suggest, ‘there’s a heatwave in Hawkins so we should freeze-kiss each other’ Steve and Eddie makeout scenes.

Like it’s so damn hot in Hawkins, even the air conditioning unit in Steve Harrington’s rich, suburban home isn’t working.

Steve and Eddie planned to hang out all day. Swimming in the pool or watching reruns of whatever is on tv that afternoon…

But the scorching heat is making it impossible to do anything besides laying flat on the floor.

As the day goes on, Eddie gets badly burnt and Steve tries to cheer him up.

“The redness just makes your tattoos look way more badass.” He tells him, while grabbing extra ice packets out of the cooler.

“This is hopeless, Harrington.” Eddie takes the ice, setting it over the burn on his thigh.

“What’s hopeless?”

“Savoring the chill hangout we were supposed to have today. It’s fucking brutal out there.”

But Steve doesn’t want to stop hanging out with Eddie. His hair is sticking to the back of his neck and his clothes are a pound heavier from how drenched he is.

So yeah, he feels gross as hell. But he wants Eddie to stay so they can be cranky and miserable together.

Eddie downs another water bottle, let’s it crackle into his fist.

“I hate summer.” He grumbles tossing the empty bottle aimlessly.

“You hate all of summer, just because of one heatwave?” Steve teases.

Eddie rolls onto his stomach and scoffs. “Yeah - because practically every day has been hot and sticky and gross.”

“Yeah well…” Steve shrugs. “That’s how this season typically goes.”

“It just sucks because I had plans.”

“Plans?”

“Yeah.” Eddie gets up, inspects their drink supply. “And they were good too - you would’ve loved them.”

“How do you know that I - personally - would’ve loved these mysterious plans?”

Eddie hides a smile through tucked lips. “Cause they heavily involved you. And I know just how self-absorbed you can be.”

“I do love shit that involves me.” Steve can’t deny it even a little. Loves to be the center-sun of everyone else’s solar system.

Hates the actual sun right now though.

“Out with it, Munson.” He kicks at Eddie’s bare foot with his own. Because socks of any kind during this weather would’ve be outrageous.

Eddie walks back over, tossing his hair into a messy ponytail.

“I was finally gonna put my moves on you.”

“Put your moves on me? Who are you - John Travolta?”

“Would you be into that?” Eddie snaps back with a grin.

Steve attempts to swat away how flustered that just made him. Stampers his words a bit before recovering. “So what was your move gonna be?”

Eddie tilts his head to the side. “I was gonna ask if you wanted me to teach you how to shotgun smoke to each other.”

Oh shit. Steve already knows how to do that - he learned after homecoming freshman year.

But he totally would’ve played dumb so that he’d have an excuse to kiss Eddie.

“However, there’s no way in hell I’m smoking a joint right now - it’s way too hot for that shit.” Eddie determines, sorta saddened by that fact.

Steve glances at the ice pack on Eddie’s thigh (okay, he was looking at Eddie’s thigh and the ice pack just happened to be there - but whatever).

He gets an idea.

“I have a game to help us cool off maybe.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie looks mildly interested again. “Spill it, Harrington.”

Steve sits next to the cooler, motioning for Eddie to join him. “It’s called freeze-kiss.”

Eddie blinks hard. “What are the rules?”

Steve takes in a breath, letting it out as he explains:

“You set a timer. Put a piece of ice in your mouth and pass it back-and-forth to the other person’s mouth until melts. Then you check the timer to see how long it lasted.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, tries to cover the goofy smile on his face with his hand. “That sounds a lot like a make-out game.”

“Oh, and shotgunning isn’t a make-out game?”

“You got me there.” Eddie admits. He picks up a piece of ice from the cooler, placing it between his teeth. “Are we’re doing this or what?”

Steve sets the timer on his watch and leans in.

“We’re definitely doing this.”

Eddie closes his mouth around the ice and bends lower to meet Steve in the middle.

At first, Eddie let’s it be just that. A kiss.

No ice. No game. Just their lips that are damp from sweat and the lingering bits of water off the ice.

But after they explore what the just-kiss feels like, Eddie opens his mouth and dips Steve’s chin to pass the ice at a better angle.

The coolness of the ice is mixing with the warmth of Eddie’s tongue. Steve can’t compute which temperature feels better anymore. Just needs more of both sensations.

Steve takes the ice fully, closing his mouth around it and chasing Eddie’s lips back over his own. The kiss is extra wet now from how melty it’s all getting from this heat.

The summer heat, sure. But right now, it’s mostly their heat.

Eddie tugs at Steve’s shirt, impatient to get him closer - even if they’re both sweaty messes. Steve opens his mouth just slightly, yet Eddie’s tongue is already pushing it further. Greedy to take the ice back with no help.

And because Steve is a brat, he closes his mouth over the ice. Refusing to let Eddie take it.

“No fair.” Eddie whines, mouth hovering over Steve’s. Coaxing him to open back up with small little pecks at the corners of his mouth.

Steve holds Eddie by the neck, keeping him still to share the piece again. Eddie opens, taking it quickly, but keeping his tongue over Steve’s longer than the transfer really needed.

There’s not much left to the ice, it’s just a thin layer now being swapped around by tongues and lips and spit. The brief chill moving with it - each of them fighting to feel that polarizing mix of hot and cold back in their mouth.

The ice is long gone by now, but they’re still kissing the same way - as if it were still there. Open mouths and swirling tongues. Nothing has changed except for the point of the kiss in the first.

Now it’s just kissing to kiss.

Steve never even stopped the timer on his watch.

So even though their excuse to kiss has melted away, this moment together is very much frozen in time.

[iwakuraz]

anybody else out there lonely right now? anybody want to tell me all about something that makes them happy? like just give me an entire essay on something you really love? ;;

[luck-of-the-drawings]

DISTRACTIONS sometimes its the drive to help and save our friends that pushes us to learn and to succeed. unfortunately its normally ''unethical'' to replicate that in a classroom setting. I ONLY JUST FINISHED THE LAST PAGE HERE, THE FIRST TWO WERE LITERALLY FROM LAST YEAR, N A FEW MONTHS APART. LOOOOK AT MY EVOLUTION. im very proud of this and bled REALLY HARD FOR THE LAST PAGE. PLEASE ABSORB THIS.

[spacedlexi]

the way the ericson group were at the outbreak just a bunch of troubled kids who made various mistakes or committed crimes and were judged by a system that punished and abandoned them instead of giving them the support and love they needed, are then nearly a decade later put into a situation where now they must judge a troubled child for the mistakes and crimes hes committed against them. and 5 to 3 vote them out 😭

[notonlymice]

student!Belle x headmaster!Gold au moodboard (suggested by @taexxggu)

[shhroomer]

erm hi ehe uh have a dump of all of my doodles over these past few weeks of my sp oc ft some of the other characters (im drowning in assignments you guys someone lend a hand oh god I’m drowningbllsdhdsbja)

[bluntloyalist]

he ran so fast to catch sakura his shoe flew off im BEGGING nii satoru to calm it down with the gay people i cant HANDLE this

[manheimsunshine]

⁂ school spirits characters on twitter ⁂

[sanasanakun]

Big (drunk) brain idea: Gortash’s hair looks like ~that~ because he’s too paranoid to let anyone near him, especially with scissors, and is cutting his own hair. And he’s terrible at it. But like think about his situation. The Dark Urge randomly disappears and he doesn’t know why (scary). Now, Orin is sending assassins after him or shapeshifting into his own guards. Bhaal’s little cult is unstable af and Lord Gortie is a prime target for them. He doesn’t have his (sexy) slayer to hold back Orin’s madness anymore, so even mundane things like getting his hair professionally cut is way too risky. So even though he sucks at it, he’s cutting that shit himself.

[kinokoshoujoart]

happy glasses day! 1001

Rock seems to have had a talent for breaking things as a kid… so if he ever needed glasses, they likely ended up like this.

[camelspit]

tell me why the consequence for breaking the dress code is SUSPENSION???

[thegreatyin]

completely normal roommates bonding over completely normal things like *flips through notes* murdering each other and having complicated opinions on giant alien bats