#so I'm partially reblogging for that

[trans-axolotl]

content note: discussion of suicide.

this next monday will be the six year anniversary of losing one of my friends to suicide.

when he died, my high school barely mentioned his death, even though for other students who died by things like car crashes or illness, there were so many public expressions of grief. they believed that having any memorials for a student who died by suicide would encourage other people to die the same way. in their rush to erase the circumstances of his death, they erased the memory of his life.

there are so many things i am angry at that high school about in terms of how they treated mental health (mandatory reporting and collaborating with cops, their refusal to recognize the ways in which that system led to peer-to-peer crisis support, their refusal to recognize the ways that trying to keep each other alive through trial and error was scary and exhausting, carceral disciplinary policies, etc etc etc). but i think one of the things i am still angriest about is the way they enforced shame around his death. it felt like they were retroactively blaming him for the constellation of circumstances that made suicide an option in his life. it felt like they were blaming those of us who missed him and cared about him and wanted to grieve him. it made those of us still there who were actively suicidal feel even more scared about the reaction if we did reach out for help from one of those mythical safe adults.

as an adult now involved in psych abolition/mad liberation work, it makes me so fucking mad to see the ways in which he was discarded by people in authority positions. and the older i get, the more options i have found in my life for making sense of the world and finding healing and community and support which were never available to him because he died when he was 16 and the only things offered to him were a carceral psychiatric system that blamed him for his own fucking death. it feels so incredibly unfair.

i miss him and i think i always will; i can't remember his laugh or the sound of his voice or his favorite color any more and that aches. this grief is so heavy and it feels harder in a new way each year, when i become older than he will ever be. sometimes meeting new comrades or seeing new anticarceral suicide support models hurts because i wish so fucking bad that we had that back then. i remember how close we came to losing even more people that year and i know it is simple fucking luck that i'm still here when he's not.

i remember another letter (never sent) that i wrote to a friend while they were in an ICU bed after a suicide attempt when i didn't know if they would live or not. i have spent so much time in the past 10 years begging for anything to keep me and my friends alive, but even in that letter i knew that there is so much fucking violence that is hidden beneath psychiatric logics of cure and safety that promise a "solution" to suicide. I knew that institutionalization, coercion, and shame would not have helped build a life more liveable for him or **** or any of the people i've loved and lost since.

there needs to be more fucking options for care and support that aren't so incredibly cruel to suicidal people. i know so many people doing incredible work in alternatives, peer respite, a million different frameworks for healing and liberation. but it makes me so mad every day i have to live in a world where there are still people restrained, locked up in psych wards, having all autonomy and personhood taken away from them. knowing there are dozens of people every day getting blamed for their deaths the same way he was blamed for his.

i miss him. i cared so fucking much for him. and he died by suicide, and all of those things are true. he has been dead for 6 years and he lived before that and the people who loved him want to remember all of him; our celebrations of his life should not require hiding the way that he died.

Image description: [1000 origami cranes in all different colors and patterns that are tied together in strings of 25]

(these were the 1000 cranes we made to give to his parents, in memorial and recognition of how much he meant to us.)

[kazoo-goddess]

So, I've wanted to make a post like this for some time, but I only just got the motivation because of an ask I got recently. I want to give a piece of advice to everyone, in general, to keep in mind when using any social media platform--advice that I wish someone had given me way back when, that I feel is important to pass on:

Not every post you see is for you. Not every post is about you.

This is not meant to be a negative thing, or a put-down! It is not meant to dismiss anyone. It's really what it says on the tin: When you see a post cross your feed, and you disagree with the post or it upsets you because you disagree with the message it has, try and keep in mind that you may not be the target audience for the post. In particular, take this into account for advice and positivity posts--The OP doesn't have anything against you personally when they share words that are meant to be uplifting that you don't agree with. A post that says "Keep going! You can do it, even if you think you can't!" probably isn't meant to put down people who are in a position where they very literally cannot do it or think their way out of their situations. Like this post, it's more likely that the OP is sharing positivity or advice that they themselves would have liked to hear.

Even this post, the one I'm writing now, might not be for you or about you! If you disagree with my viewpoint, that's okay, and there's nothing wrong with that! But I, personally, am writing this post for people who might need to hear it--people like me, who are easily upset or hurt by things they see or hear in passing, whether on the internet or real life. I'm not writing it because I want to spark an argument, I promise.

Posts aren't always meant to spread outside the OP's original circle of followers and friends. But that's a hazard of posting to public social media websites--a joke originally meant to have an audience of 12 people close to you can suddenly explode, getting thousands and thousands of views and reposts and going completely out of the OP's control overnight! It's no one's fault; it's not done maliciously. Sometimes a post or joke just resonates with others. But maybe it doesn't resonate with you--that really is okay! Just try and remember, if it gets under your skin, that it isn't for you. And if it's not for you, it's okay to just ignore it and move on! It can definitely get annoying when it's something you keep seeing over and over from friends and acquaintances reposting it, and I'd never fault anyone for losing their temper over it--but sometimes, just taking a second to remind yourself that you weren't the audience for something can really help calm you down and help you feel better and move on with your day.

While this goes for advice/positivity posts, it also goes for opinion posts! And in this case, to be completely, perfectly clear: I mean harmless opinions. A ship they like that you don't; a tv show they enjoyed that you didn't; a character they really love that you absolutely cannot stand. The kind of opinion you disagree with so much that makes you feel absolutely steaming mad. (Again: This does NOT extend to these things when they go into a genuinely harmful category. No homophobia, no pedophilia, nothing like that. I am talking about harmless, mundane disagreements.)

Maybe you see a post talking positively about a manga that makes you feel ick. The OP more than likely didn't write that post with the hopes that it would reach you specifically just to make you upset! (And if they did, that's rude, and an entirely different can of worms that this post is not about! >_>;) But the post upsets you anyway, even if it wasn't MEANT to. It's understandable, it happens! But the thing is: You don't need to engage with that post if it makes you feel bad! If you have a post blocker, you can block the post or blacklist the tag; if you don't, you may just have to scroll past. It can be so, so, so tempting to try and get in a biting comment in the replies to snap at the OP and tell them, "No, you're wrong, your opinion makes me mad and I don't want to hear it!" Trust me. I know. I get it, because I've been there! But in the grand scheme of things, it's not worth it or healthy to burn yourself out over it. It wasn't for you, and it wasn't about you! And you're better off doing what you can to take care of yourself, and preserving your health and happiness where you can.

I feel like I'm writing this with sort of childish language, and it might feel like I'm talking down to others. But really, I think I'm just writing it in a way that a younger me would have understood and taken to heart if she'd seen it. I hope that, if you read this, you can see it that way too! There's a part of me that feels scared that this post in itself could explode with notes that will be very upset with me for my thoughts on this, whatever their reasons may be, but I wouldn't be making it if I weren't prepared for that possibility. If the message I intend to get out can reach even one person who it can help, then I think that's worth writing it for. Because, I want to reiterate it one more time, because it can be so easy to forget it and get yourself furious in a self-destructive way, sometimes you have to remember:

Not every post you see is for you! Not every post is about you!

[plateauofmemories]

Also thinking about the point when Kabru is like, "at first I thought we'd just been robbed which sucks and is also boring, but now it looks like the theft is actually something incidental to some developing drama involving some of the most fucked up people I'm aware of, so this is actually quite fun!" like. Bro.

[midnightfruitloops]

ignore those who tell you not to spam. literally do it. you will be so happy. idk if i'm acting like the devil or the angel on your shoulder, but listen to me either way. who cares about having a 'popular' or 'cool' blog. just post shit and be happy.

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally settling once and for all... with the evidence laid out plainly.. which of these brother boys is more stinkys ,,,

[softmangoes]

writing all of these dol fics has been so much fun but i'm going to take a break for a few days. if you have any prompts you'd like me to explore, drop them in my ask box and i'll see what i can do with them while i'm away 💛🥭

[phiixomath]

04. rest

masterlist.

Lance is giddy when he exits the changing room. He rounds the corner as fast as he can and heads toward the stairwell up to the pool. The bright, blinding white sky comes into view when he lands the uppermost step and he grins.

His feet might feel like they're on fire for the few seconds it takes to reach the water, but it's more than worth it when he flies over the scorching cobblestones and cannonballs into the water. Pidge sits at the edge with their feet in the water and barely has time to turn around and react before they're fully splashed. They sputter and hunch their shoulders, bracing themselves with their eyes shut tight, while Hunk raises himself in his pool bed to wipe off the freezing water when it douses his face.

Lance slowly rises to the surface, loosening his muscles so he leads with the small of his back, then bounces upright when he bobs against the water. He cups his hands around his mouth and loudly whoops, shaking out his hair, and carding his hands through to untangle the curls when he’s done. He sighs contentedly as he takes an appreciative look around and snickers when he catches sight of Hunk giving him an unimpressed look. Lance pulls on a placating smile. He dives under and swims over to Hunk and plants a kiss on his now-wet cheek.

"Hey!" Pidge kicks at the water. Lance purses his lips when they barely make a splash, and their eyes harden in a glare, but he ignores them and tosses his head back. He shuts his eyes and spreads his arms, letting the sun properly warm his skin.

They've been staying on this planet for several days now, but the weather is just as invigorating as the first. After several weeks of nonstop travel in the castleship, attending missions in solely enclosed spaces, barely having time to relax, the team started to lament the lack of exposure to sunlight—the kind that was safe enough to bare their skin to. Finally, on the way to a particularly dangerous mission needing plenty of reconnaissance, they were alerted to a sort of vacation-planet. Lance and Pidge argued it wouldn’t hurt to stop by, especially as it fell on their charted path and, much to everyone’s delight, Allura and Shiro seemed to consider it. They ultimately got on board, agreeing the team needed a moment’s rest, and contacted the local leadership to make arrangements for a short stay. 

While they expected an establishment built to comfort and rejuvenate, they didn’t expect to walk into what was, essentially, a lavish resort. 

It was situated quite a ways from any nearby city and thus was huge, with sprawling walkways, a garden with a variety of wildlife, and an abundance of attractions. None of them had travelled away for a holiday in a long time, and it truly felt like one here, especially as they had free reign to explore, and made sure to. They checked out everything the resort had to offer, but each person quickly found their favourite feature, one they were drawn to in the evenings after they’d sufficiently worked and could take comfort without having to worry about falling behind on research for the upcoming mission. 

These features included—and to no one’s surprise was Lance’s favourite—a pool. Several, actually, and it took an entire afternoon of Lance dragging whoever was free and willing to each and every type available. There was the standard kind, then the lazy river, a wave pool, one that was a mini waterfall somehow, and he and his companions—often Hunk, Keith, and Allura—spent plenty of time at each. 

As it was their last day, everyone was distracted and eager to get away from work. Allura and Shiro also needed time to travel into the city and negotiate the terms of their alliance, and so everyone was dismissed after holding a brief morning check-in. Fortunately for Lance, who thought it was a shame to leave without having visited the last pool, that meant an entire day of lounging and enjoying the breathtaking view that came with the remaining rooftop infinity pool. 

They arrive sometime before noon. The heat paired with the cool water is delicious, and Lance relishes in it, alternating between doing somersaults and testing how long he can hold his breath underwater without Blue. Pidge sits on the side, happy to drench him when he passes by, and Hunk relaxes on the large pool bed with a fizzy drink in his hand, making the others laugh by cracking jokes that become even funnier from the heat-induced euphoria. Pidge watches in amusement as Lance gleefully splashes around. He asks for stunts to perform and they oblige. Hunk crosses his hands under his head and smiles as Lance’s kicks and tricks ripple out and gently rock his pool bed. They play games, time his laps, cheer when he bests his previous record of staying underwater, and soak up the sun until it’s right on top of them and even Lance decides the heat’s too harsh. 

The three of them retire to the pool chairs. Lance teases Pidge when they’re too short to reach the lever and expand the pool umbrellas. They stick their tongue out at him then quickly sprawl out over the only other pool chair, smirking at Hunk. Hunk lifts his sunglasses and his smile falls when Lance grins conspiratorially and frantically towels off, removes his shoes, and curls up beside Hunk before he can protest. He winds an arm across his chest and pulls himself closer. He ignores Hunk when he groans out of habit but truthfully finds himself extremely comfortable. Lance requests Pidge take a picture and they do, plenty of times, guaranteeing they’ve taken the most unflattering angles. Hunk snorts once he sees them but soon his eyelids grow heavy and, after checking to confirm the shades are obscuring them from direct heat, he lets them close. He falls asleep, head resting atop Lance’s. 

“Hunk.” A shake of his shoulder. “Hunk, you gotta get up.” He wakes slowly, blinking off the last vestiges of sleep to a very bemused Keith. 

“Hey,” he murmurs. “What… time is it?” He sits up and takes stock of his surroundings: the much darker sky, Lance fully glued to his side with one leg thrown over him, which is perplexing since that might have been the best, most restful nap of his life. Pidge is passed out with their glasses still on and their limbs hanging off the pool chair. “Holy shit.” 

“It’s like, 4:00.” 

Hunk raises his eyebrows, clearing his sleep-dry throat. “Where were you man? We didn’t see you the entire day.” 

 “I went to my room after breakfast. I guess I missed Lance’s text when I was taking a shower, but went downstairs a bit later thinking you guys would join me for lunch. You didn’t, but then Allura and Shiro called so Coran and I thought we should go look.” He rests his hands on his hips. “I just spent the past couple hours checking everywhere—why are there so many pools?”

“I’m sorry, dude. There’s like, twelve.” Hunk frowns. “Wait, why did Allura and Shiro call?”

“It’s gonna be an early start tomorrow so they thought we should pack and get to bed. I just finished packing and helping Coran take my stuff to the castleship, thought I should let you know in case we decide to leave.”

“I should probably get my stuff together, too.” Hunk coaxes himself out of Lance’s grip then looks down at him, still asleep. 

“And Lance?” 

Hunk takes a deep breath in consideration. “Let him sleep some more, he really tired himself out earlier.” He adds with a fond laugh, “I’ll take care of his stuff and I’ll meet you upstairs.” Keith nods. Hunk quickly tugs on his shoes and stands up. He pulls a shirt over his swim gear as he goes over to wake Pidge. They stir, but refuse to open their eyes or budge until he offers a piggyback ride. 

Hunk gives them a look but caves right away. “Get on,” he says with a sigh and they instantly crack their eyes open and jump onto his back. They bury their head in his neck and close their eyes again and Hunk smiles. “See you, Keith.” 

“See you.” 

Keith lingers by Lance’s pool chair, unsure what to do. He eventually sits down on the pool chair beside him, observing the way the pleasant breeze ruffles his curls over his sun-kissed, newly-freckled skin. He knows it’s his heart speaking, but Lance looks positively ethereal under the oncoming twilight sky. 

He leans against the back of the pool chair but freezes when Lance, lacking the Hunk he was cuddling earlier, latches onto him. Keith adjusts so Lance is less awkwardly holding him and more wrapping himself around Keith’s waist. He seems peaceful, taking steady deep breaths, but it becomes evident he’s cold when he violently shivers. Keith feels a bit guilty for not having noticed so he swifty pulls off his jacket. It's cheesy, but he drapes it over Lance anyway. He covers Lance fully so he can sleep without any problems, then makes sure not to jostle him in the process of carefully pulling his legs onto the chair so he can lie down, too. 

Keith takes a deep breath and watches the sun as it begins to set. The resort lights slowly flicker on, shifting between shades of purple that accompany the darkening blue sky. The earlier, sweltering heat gives way to a gentle breeze and Keith leans away to see out from under the pool umbrella. When he does, he stills.

He knows they’re quite far from any cities, the reason why Allura and Shiro still aren’t back yet, but had forgotten what wonders that does for the evening sky; the distance from any significant light pollution means the planet’s moon and stars are easily visible, even several hours before dusk. Keith gets lost in tracing them, in the feeling of seeing dozens in sparkling clusters rather than being among and up close, traveling for days to find one as bright as the ones he can make out now. He leans away even more to see if he can find any more, when he feels Lance move. 

He waits for Lance to get his bearings then speaks. 

“Lance. Hi.” Keith cracks a small smile and Lance’s eyes widen. 

“Keith?” The poor boy seems so disoriented, Keith can’t help finding it adorable, but he winces in sympathy when Lance almost scrambles off the narrow chair trying to get up.

“Woah, are you okay?” 

“I—” Lance braces a hand on the back of the chair. “I’m fine. What’re you doing here? Where are Hunk and Pidge?”

“They went upstairs to pack. Allura and Shiro called to say we’re most likely leaving earlier than we thought.”

“Why? Did something happen?” Lance makes to remove Keith’s jacket then reddens when he realises what it is. “Oh my God,” he whispers under his breath.

“What?” 

“Nothing.” Lance breathes and Keith raises an eyebrow. Lance avoids his gaze and quickly stands and starts gathering his things. “But why didn’t you guys wake me up?” Keith shrugs.

“Hunk said you were really tired.”

“Obviously, but—okay, what did Allura and Shiro say?” 

“What do you mean? About why we’re leaving early?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know, they didn’t say.” Lance sighs. 

He looks away forlornly and Keith follows his sight toward the rippling pool, the skyline that meets its edge like it’s the horizon. 

“We can stay a bit longer,” he says without thinking. “It didn’t sound like an emergency, they probably just wanted to get ahead of the curve.” Lance chews on his lip, considering. “Do you wanna stay a bit longer?” Keith openly asks this time. His voice lowers without him realising and Lance looks back at him. 

A smile slowly spreads across his face and he nods. Keith grins back and Lance rushes toward the pool, doing an enthusiastic flip. Keith jumps in after him and the cold shock of water is exhilarating. Lance swims to him, coming up so close their noses brush, and makes him gasp just as he’s about to regain his breath. He doesn’t draw away and instead reaches out to push away the stray hair plastered to Keith’s cheeks, stopping and searching Keith’s face with a mystified expression. 

“Wanna race?” 

“Yeah.” Keith manages. Lance smiles and they take off toward the edge of the pool. 

They end up staying late enough to catch the sun set. The sky’s left so full of stars they forget about racing entirely, craning their necks up to watch them twinkle. It’s surreal; the pool isn’t lit, and so the starry sky reflects in Lance’s eyes as well as the surface of the water, like it’s one endless depth and Keith wishes he could hit pause and fall into it. 

“I don’t want to leave.” Lance says, eyes transfixed on the sky. “You’re gonna have to be the one to break it to Shiro and Allura. Tell them I live here now, even if that means I’m all by myself.” 

“You won’t be.” Lance looks back at him and, even if Keith said it without thinking, he finds that he agrees. Though he quickly adds, “They won’t trust you to be by yourself.”

"Excuse me?" 

"They'll probably force me to stay with you."

"And?" 

"I would." Keith smirks. "Just as long as we get separate rooms, you have no idea how much of a blanket hog you are."

"Jacket hog," Lance says, a smile pulling at his lips. 

"Right." Keith rolls his eyes fondly. 

"We have a deal, then." Lance extends his hand and Keith shakes it. Lance suddenly pulls him under and his laugh rings out when Keith resurfaces. He thinks he doesn't mind the water up his nose so long as he hears more of it.

[martyrbat]

oh tracy chapman we're really in it now....

[moogghost]

why does tumblr have to default to the last blog u posted on when reblogging shit. like i sort of get it but also that's annoying no i don't wanna reblog random shit onto my plural/system blog tumblr!! stop that!!

[neverendingford]

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[mahgyu]

Shiu smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact!

──── In Shiu's eyes, you were a goddess. And if your neglectful boyfriend, Toji, didn't treat you as such, Shiu would gladly fulfill that role.

Your moans echoed throughout the room as Shiu's tongue roamed your vulva. One of the man's hands firmly gripping your exposed breasts while your eyes rolled back feeling Shiu simulate a thrust with their tongue at your tight entrance.

Your fingers gripped the black strands of his nape as the male hands descended now to grasp your quivering thighs. Fingers sinking into your sensitive skin, Shiu's agile tongue snapped loudly as it explored every inch of your needy intimacy.

"Ugh... Shiu~" You called out in a plea, lifting your partially naked torso to look at him. The dark deeply hypnotic eyes granted you attention, that sensual gaze making you wet within seconds. "Toji will be back soon, y-you have to go..." You cautioned, practically struggling to resist Shiu's intoxicating touch.

In response, Shiu held you even tighter between his hands, inching his face away from your needy area. "Don't talk about your little boyfriend while I eat your pussy, doll." Kong's pink moist lips formed a smirk before he returned his attention to your intimacy.

Your relationship with Toji was not on the best way, often feeling like he used you as a toy only for his moments of boredom. Today, for instance, Toji had agreed to spend the whole day with you, but the disappointing reality came to light when you found out through Shiu that he had gone out to gamble again. But despite feeling neglected in your own relationship, you still felt terrible for cheating on Toji with his own friend, even though Shiu gave you the attention that Toji never even bothered to give you.

"We both know he doesn't deserve you, sweetie" Shiu said, dragging his wet lips along the inside of your thighs. "He shows you off like you're an accessory, but doesn't even care to truly take care of you" Shiu's face quickly turned dark and serious, his slightly wet hair covering his forehead. "Toji doesn't know how to appreciate the queen he has by his side, my love." As painful as it was to hear those words, it still felt so good to be appreciated like that by someone.

"But, we're acting wrong... Hmm, shit! " You said, trying to control yourself from fucking your needy pussy against Shiu's face who just laughed mockingly at your protest and moved closer to your pussy again.

"I wonder what his reaction would be if he saw us like this. Would he learn how to treat you properly?" Shiu said, dismissing other thoughts, leaving a chaste kiss on your sensitive and swollen clit. "I'd love to see the look on that jerk's face watching another man devour his girlfriend's needy pussy" He needled, staring at you.

Shiu sucked your clit hard, hungrier, more ravenous, delighting in your tearful moans that escaped straight from your throat. "Let me enjoy your sweet little pussy just a bit longer, doll, I promise it'll be worth it in the end." You felt Shiu's hot tongue slickening you up more as he promptly inserted two fingers into your needy and slippery hole. Your eyes rolled with the intrusion, Shiu's name repeatedly falling from your lips in the form of a moan, causing him to grunt. "Let me take care of you, my goddess."

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Shiu's version! I'm curious to know what you guys think. 🤭

Any other character suggestions? Tell me.

Your interaction is very important to me, reblogs and comments are always welcome. 🫶🏻💕

[maintitle]

My entire Tumblr blog has become me talking about one specific fandom religiously for somewhere between two days and two weeks, and then annoying the people that find me through that niche by moving onto a new subject. But I can't help it, that's just who I am, floating between hyper-obsessions and never finishing one before another pops up.

[jade-curtiss]

The thing about the writers strike is that ghosts are also involved, if not especially involved, it's not only some sort of desperate housewife shit show like our plants like to present it as...

[littlestpersimmon]

Hi guys. Am sick rn, but had wanted to post this before I go and sleep.

Some of you may already know that patreon sent out an update that charges anyone using ios to subscribe to artist's patreons 30% more.

I immediately feel this impact mere hours later, and now, days later. I'm hemorrhaging patrons & have less income. It would mean the while world to me if you guys could please reblog this.

If you use the desktop version or the android app? you will not have to pay 30% more. Needless to say this decision of apple has completely fucked me over months and months to come, unless I somehow make up for my loss by other means.

My patreon is only a dollar a month!

I have around 400 exclusive artwork on it :)

I am working on uploading more art there, and more comics once I am done with my current contract as a comic artist.

I am currently partially homeless- so being alive in general is hard ;y; I wanted to focus more of my work on patreon, until this update- I only have one tier.

I am working as hard as I can, every month ♡ I am also the caretaker of three disabled people- as my dad, who used to do all the housework, is now too sick with a swollen liver that could possibly be connected to his heart problems, and my mama who has limited movement- she "died" of sepsis many years ago after giving birth to my sister, and was revived with nerve damage. I don't know the medical terms, but she was brain dead for however long, and was successfully brought back in a different hospital. She was comatose for months; this event has lead to my family losing everything in hospital bills, our car, our house (literally we became homeless) ah. But long story short, I am the only person in my family who works- as my sister is a teenager, and she is autistic with a very, very low frustration threshold, as she is also a picky eater and still going to school! I'm sorry, many of my followers already know this story by now, I have already doxxed myself multiple times trying to avert crisis after crisis, ahaha. But yes. Patreon added to my cart of Sorrows, and would love to have more folks who aren't using apple, or are using android and the web to come on over and maybe enjoy some of my private art up there. I post around 3-6 art a month, if I am lucky 7. I want to keep making art, and my patreon was what was giving me a semblance of stability until that silly update. Sorry for the long post, and I appreciate everyone helping, reblogging, saying kind words to me, praying for me. G-d bless you all, and stay safe

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[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

╰┈➤ a/n: 2022 me would skin me alive if she ever found out im being vocal abt liking eddie munson

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@lokis-army-77

⭒ Cozy

Waking up the day after Eddie has fucked your brains out you have a little more fun.

⭒ Private Viewing

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple

⭒ Next Caller

Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.

⭒ You Look Lonely

Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.

@ceriseheaven

⭒ Cockwarming with older!Eddie (blurb)

@natti-ice

⭒ “Let me taste you” (blurb)

⭒ "B-baby please, I'm gonna-" (blurb)

@msgexymunson

⭒ Shotgun

You're on a camping trip with your two friends, and the scariest guy from school: Eddie Munson. A few beers and some weed change the way you look at him however. Maybe he's not so scary after all. Cocky, oh yes, but not scary. Especially the way your legs start to squeeze together at the sight of him. But, does he like you, or is this some cruel game to play on the innocent band geek? 

⭒ Benefits

Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?

⭒ Soft Touches

you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

⭒ The Ink Shop

Desperate for a job, you answer an advertisement not knowing it's a tattoo shop. It's not particularly difficult work, except for one thing: having to deal with Eddie Munson.  

@eddiethefreakkmunson

⭒ Not So Accidental Invitations

Tired of ignoring your ever growing attraction to your roommate Eddie you "accidentally" send him a partial nude, his reaction is everything you had hoped it would be and more...

@bimbobaggins69

⭒ Love in the Locker Room

you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.

@luveline

⭒ Topaz, Lime, Ruby Red

Eddie has a staring problem that you barely notice, though you share an aching, awful crush. One of you has to bend first, and it’s not who you’d expect.

⭒ Is It Getting Too Much?

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can).

⭒ If It Barks

You don’t mean to make an enemy of Eddie Munson — he’s handsome and talented, but he’s the biggest jerk you’ve ever met. Eddie thinks you’re infuriatingly pretty, emphasis on the infuriating.

part one | part two | part three | part four |

⭒ Was That So Hard?

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want?

⭒ Dark Matter

You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you.

⭒ Something Extra

You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you.

@usedtobecooler

⭒ Desperate!Eddie (blurb)

⭒ eddie "monstercock" munson

eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.

@munson-blurbs

⭒ Dark and Stormy

A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?

@eiightysixbaby

⭒ Take A Dip?

eddie wants to get you in the water with him while you're alone at the community pool. he ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

@galaxy-siren

⭒ Biggest Fan

@lonelysatellites

⭒ Safe Hands

Sex has never been a pleasant experience for you. Selfish partners, anxiety, and pain have all ruined something that you should enjoy. You’re convinced there’s something wrong with you, but Eddie is determined to prove otherwise.

@eddiernunson

⭒ I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

⭒ The Splash of Rain on the Roof

you're best friends with Eddie Munson after moving to Hawkins, the new girl who ditches the cheerleaders for the Freaks. A year later, you've fallen head over heels for him, and you're convinced there's no way he has any interest in you. It finally seems confirmed when you find out (more or less) that he's into a fucking cheerleader. Your heart breaks.

@bbyhellfire

⭒ missionary with eddie (drabble)

eddie didn't care for missionary until he meets you

@oneforthemunny

⭒ Soft!Eddie (blurb)

@kiwi-bitchez

⭒ The Girlfriend Experience

Eddie doesn’t think he’s cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, you’re determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion… for when the right girl comes around.

@/gaybybirth on ao3

⭒ Double Feature

When you're forced to go to a double feature showing of the Halloween movies with your brother and his friends, you find yourself, like usual, interacting with Eddie Munson. But it doesn't take long for the platonic line to be blurred and things to heat up.

⭒ Show Me

You ask Eddie to show you what you've been missing out on after he discovers your boyfriend never went down on you.

@eds6ngel

⭒ Romantic!Eddie blurb

@gxtitobxby

⭒ The Princess and the Freak | Part 2

“I can’t help but dream of his head between my thighs, how his hair would feel against my—”

@/mediocredreams on ao3

⭒ Extra Credit

Your professor offers you a very personal in-home tutoring session.

@/ghostproofbaby on ao3

⭒ Twenty Four Hours

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

(Y'ALL MUST READ IT ISTG ITS SO GOOD)

@/decembersfinest on ao3

⭒ Living After Midnight

Being a perpetual people-pleaser meant that you were constantly putting others before yourself--particularly your parents and the eccentric guests who stayed at their motel. But when a surly and mysterious musician checked in indefinitely, he flipped your whole world on its head.

@littlexdeaths

⭒ Band Practice

when band practice doesn’t go as planned…

@eddiexmunsonlover

⭒ One Step Away From You

You move back to Hawkins after 3 years away to finish out your senior year. Can you salvage the friendship you once had with your ex best friend, Eddie? Will you be able to push down your deeper feelings for him, or will it all come bubbling out in disaster?

@/nerdsarehot on ao3

⭒ A Kiss to Remember

⭒ Flustered

@/GreyPetticoats on ao3

⭒ Wing Man

Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wingman for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

@eddiesghxst

⭒ Riding Eddie drabble

[visenyatargaryn]

I realize that it's been nearly two years since I've last made a gif edit... and I don't even know if anyone would even bother to reblog them if ever I started making them again 🙃