70s Holmes & Watson

I just saw an ad for an AI generated NSFW video of Dorah the fucking explorer. I just… I don’t think… I don’t know how to… why? Just why?

THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL

Monkees but like, its a Pixar film or something

(These are filters)

fuck you if you don’t like banjo!!!! real banjo enjoyers rise up 🪕🪕🪕!!!

Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.

Davy: Let me make myself clear, I don’t like you.

Peter: Okay, then get off my lap.

Davy: …No.

Hey now those (your big brown eyes) are some dangerous weapons you got there be careful where you aim those things

Davy: I’m going out to see my—

Mike: No.

Davy: Why?!

Mike: Chores before whores.

Davy: But—

Mike: Dishes before bitches.

Davy: Mike what the hell—

Mike: Cuttin’ grass before gettin’ ass.

Mike: *looking right at Peter* where’s Peter?

Davy: Did you know that your pupils gets bigger at things you like a lot? No kidding, pupil dilation regulates light intake, and your eyes taking in light is what makes you see, so you literally see things you like more than things you don’t because of pupil dialation! Isn’t that far out?

Peter, eyes blown out to saucers: Outta sight.

And then Steve “funny I don’t see your parents anywhere” Harrington looks at Eddie with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He’s half laying on the bed from where they sprang apart and he’s looking up at Eddie with these huge brown eyes that are crinkling at the corner.

Eddie is locked in those eyes, still panting. He’s sitting up against the wall, slouched over himself in a crescent, that look makes him a little nervous.

For a moment Steve looks positively evil and he alabaster crawls on his forearms toward the dark haired boy. Once he’s close enough he sits up and wraps his strong hands around Eddie’s small waist.

Eddie’s stomach flutters, he opens his mouth to say something, but Steve lets out a wicked grin and shakes his head, rolling his lips in to signal for Eddie to stay quiet. One long jean-clad leg slides back over Eddie’s lap and his nostrils flare, his eyes wild as he glances to the wall and back to Steve, trying desperately to remind the other guy that his uncle is *right there*. Steve isn’t listening.

Steve leans in close to Eddie’s cheek, his thumbs rubbing delicately at Eddie’s ribs. He stops mere centimeters from the pale skin, trying not to breathe too heavy. He’s waiting for permission.

With a small, short exhale, Eddie presses the side of his face into Steve, he’s going feral he can feel it.

Steve kisses his skin gently, reverently. This was somehow infinitely harder to stand than the hot and heavy kissing they were just participating in. He wants to cry, he wants to yell, he wants to let Steve know just how much this is making him feel. He’s drunk off it. But Wayne wants a in the next room.

Shudders erupt over Eddie’s body as Steve kisses over his nose, then his other cheek, then his jaw. Every stuttering little breath from Eddie driving him on. He cradles the older boy’s ribs, spreading his fingers wide, feeling the bones. He’s to Eddie’s neck when he rubs up against him a little.

Eddie, unable to control himself lets out a little cry. It’s almost pitiful the way it’s needy and restrained. Steve’s hand shoots up to cover Eddie’s mouth. He whispers in his ear “is this too much?” But Eddie just shakes his head repeatedly, thinking he might die if the touch stopped.

Steve uncovered Eddie’s mouth and began pushing his face into the other’s neck, nudging at him with his nose and chin. Eddie’s head fell back against the wall with a dull thud. Suddenly he was dragged down on the mattress, Steve’s hands iron grips around his middle. He was up on his knees straddling Eddie, who was tucked between his legs. Eddie’s hands were curled up at his chest as he looked, wide eyes, up at Steve.

“You have to stay quiet.” Steve hissed. “Can you do that for me?” It wasn’t mean, it was quick, full of adrenaline. He leaned in to Eddie’s face, taking hold of his hands. “Eds?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie touch-starved Munson was stammering. “I can I can.”

“Good.” Steve moved around Eddie like a costal wind, fast, constant but gentle. The tenderness made it harder somehow for Eddie to stay quiet and the occasional soft whimper or grunt escaped, but nothing loud enough to put them at risk.

This was driving him up the wall. Eddie was squirming on the mattress, unable to take it any more he sat up suddenly, flipping Steve onto his back so that Eddie lay heavily on top. Time for Steve to get a taste of his own medicine. His eyes glinted darkly as he bit down on Steve’s clavicle. Steve gasped but Eddie covered his mouth,leaning in to whisper in his ear “You have to be quiet. Can you do that?” There was almost a hint of mocking in his voice and Steve’s eyes went wide as he lay frozen under Eddie. What had he gotten himself into?

Steve and Eddie making out on Eddie's bed, Steve on top, hands in Eddie's hair and Eddie's hands on his waist. They're really getting into it; panting and moaning starting to touch up each other, but then Uncle Wayne comes home and they jump apart so fast that when Uncle Wayne feels the trailer shake, he's like "oh, it's THAT shake. He has a guy over" and just continues to make coffee