My brother's girlfriend had HPV, so he went to get himself the HPV vaccine. There is a fee to pay (nothing much, something like €87) but it's completely free if you're in one of the "at risk" groups.

"What does that mean," he asks. "It's free if you're gay," he's told. "Ah. Would I have to like, prove it, or...?" "Just put in a check mark here."

My brother is in no way, shape or form attracted to men, but also he's stingy as it gets. So now he's officially gay. Congrats bro.

the boy in the sweatshirt | 9.6k | eddie munson character study/steddie | angst (with a happy ending)

It starts with the sweater.

Technically, it starts with a broken beer bottle and forty-eight sleepless hours on the run bending the glass into ruby red lace against a pale freckled neck. But that's a technicality, and those only really work well for campaigns and court cases.

For Eddie, for the fucked up little story that is his life, it starts with the sweater.

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Eddie figuring out Steve (and himself) through the romance of certain old clothes.

Happy One Year to my first ever completed and published fic! Here’s an old moodboard I made a loooong time ago to celebrate. Thank you everyone who read, commented, or kudosed—I am so grateful!

you! fandom blogger who likes mtf genderbends! for $1 name something about the canon women in your favorite media!

reblog if you prioritize women to the point you mock people for liking m/f or m/m ships. im insane

*flip* *flip*

i love when fics really make Eddie his truly obnoxious self. he’s making weird noises and wild gestures and ranting? perfect. he’s climbing on the table and can’t sit still? good. he tackled dustin out of the way so he could sit next to steve on the couch? great. he jumped on steve’s back as a way of flirting? yes he did. he’s being annoying on purpose? that’s my boy. big ugly laugh? i would die for him. he had a full paragraph cursing fit and stomped his feet? standing ovation.

Ouch, hit me right in my ADHD.

I’ve been on tumblr for almost 13 years and I refuse to know what homestuck is about

part of the fun of the original alien is the horror of the nostromo itself imo. it’s a cell of corporate greed ferrying narrowly-trained workers across barren space. it’s huge and yet claustrophobic, cockpits crammed with machinery giving way to yawning berths dripping chains and water. the supercomputer is named mother in a stroke of human anthropomorphization, but instead of providing comfort or protection, it’s only a courier between its creator and its wailing brood. ripley yells “mother! mother!” at a matronly-voiced computer that speaks calmly over her helplessness. the ship is full of endless details and patterns and unlabeled buttons and dials the audience can’t entirely make sense of; to do anything on the ship is a rigorous, technical process, and we must depend on the characters to know it. the internal mechanics of the ship are so alien that a literal alien can hide among the bits and bobs and not be noticed. it’s great.

(gently hands u a silly little guy) the tall grass is perilous. take this

His shitty attitude and grabbable waist have bewitched me

the crushing weight of doing anything at all

Eddie would show Steve real music this, Eddie shows Steve the wonders of Lord of the Rings that----I get it. But have you considered....... Steve gets Eddie into those ridiculous, smutty romance novels? The ones that even if they're bad, they're good. Have you considered Steve getting Eddie into the Indy 500? NASCAR? What about cooking shows? Cheesy soap operas where Steve literally knows every insane storyline by memory? WHAT ABOUT EDDIE GETTING INTO STEVE'S INTERESTS???

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIPLEY!!! see you in 69 years 👩‍🚀