#rinse and repeat

[ash-and-starlight]

modern au and esen’s honkers are haunting the instagram feed

#id in alt text #yea this was inspired by That watermelon smashing vid #if u don’t know what i’m talking about you’re living a more peaceful life than i am #at first I was like hm maybe this is a bit too ooc for ouyang #then I remembered the 'doEs GeNerAL Xu pLAY thE FLuTE???' and I was like nah ok it checks out #no filter & accidentally revealing how much of a gayass he is is how he rolls #also rip Ma she's just trying to hang out with her boygf and that hideous Pest that Wretched Thang that useless twink #just manifests wherever zhu is and ruins the mood #she deserves to hatecrime him as much as possible #also I don't think esen is 100% aware he's posting blatant thirst traps. his insta is mostly pics of his horses and his beautiful eagle #then one vid of him doing mounted archery that breaks the internet for 3 weeks #rinse and repeat #also yeah wang's special skill is starting shit in the comments section #he would absolutely thrive in the toxic waste that is social media fights #ty for reading this far. more unhinged takes at 5 #esen-temur #zhu yuanzhang #ma xiuying #general ouyang #the radiant emperor #she who became the sun #he who drowned the world #my art

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Stuck

~1.5k words || rating: teen || cws: dissociation; unlabeled neurodivergencies and mental illnesses

He’s never quite sure how it happens, seeming to always sneak up on him. One minute he’s up and moving around, usually cleaning, organizing, or just meandering around the house. The next, he’s lying on the floor in the middle of the living room. He tries to move but can’t. Not because he’s physically restrained, like when the rope from the Russians cut into his wrists or how the vines constricted his neck. 

No, Steve’s just lying here on the floor, trapped in his own mind. His eyes are raw, stinging with dryness. Painful tingles pop throughout his right arm from where his head rests heavy on his bicep. His hip and shoulder ache. He can’t move or talk or blink. Can barely think. He’s not in his body. 

He’s lost. Stuck.

Getting stuck means losing time, chunks of days lost to a void. It means missing meals and unanswered phone calls. Growing up, it felt like an escape. A safe way to pass the time between eating and sleeping. He’d come back to himself, sometimes hours later, sore and hungry, mustering up energy he didn’t have. Once, his parents discovered him frozen on the ground. Mom’s yelling and Dad’s foot shoving his side brought him jolting back into his body. Like waking from a nightmare, rising from the dead chased by panic. 

It happens less now, but still catches up to him when he’s exhausted. He thinks today it was the kids– they were particularly obnoxious. Yelling excitedly about Eddie’s new campaign ideas, trucking in snow from outside after building a demo-snowman. Cooking for them, cleaning after them, getting them home safe.

Yeah, he gets how he maybe overdid it a bit. 

But with Eddie here, it’s easier. His sweetheart always knows how to help, usually checking up on him after stressful days. Hopefully he comes to check on him soon.

Because Steve can’t move. Or talk. Or even blink.

The sun is starting to set.

~~~

The Party were extra chaotic today, pushing him to the fringes of patience. He’s thrilled they’re excited about his newest campaign ideas, but god, did they have to be so unbearably loud about it? Dustin’s screeches are still rattling between his ears. Not to mention the soreness he feels from helping the kids build a snowman demo-thing and the ensuing snowball fight. 

The idea of an occult campaign has been percolating in Eddie’s brain for weeks, and after the day he’s had, he’s lost to the research. Perched on a chair upstairs in their bedroom, books are scattered across the desk and onto their bed next to him. Typically, creative deep-dives restore his energy after a long day. But when he’s well and truly exhausted, he’ll lose hours at a time to the work. Getting stuck, according to Steve. And yeah, Eddie can see how that fits.

Growing up, Eddie would lose hours throwing himself into his latest and greatest project, whether it be drawing, playing guitar, writing campaigns, reading or even the time he tried juggling. Entranced by his newest obsession, his surroundings would fade into the background. He’d forget to do his homework, to eat or drink. Hell, sometimes he’d forget to pee. Wayne’d drop a gentle hand to his shoulder– pulling him back to reality– and he’d take off like a shot to the bathroom. Every sensation hitting all at once: bladder about to burst, stomach rumbling, dry mouth, headache, body stiff and achy. 

As he gets older, it’s still a frequent occurrence. So Robin had given him the idea of setting alarms, saying it helps her remember to take breaks while studying. And he’s thankful, because it works like a charm when he actually remembers. But when he forgets, his Stevie takes care of him. 

He’ll find Eddie crouched awkwardly by the desk, eyes manic, only seeing what’s in front of him. Eddie will eat or drink anything Steve gives him, barely tasting whatever it is, just as long as he can see it. And Steve lets him be for at least a few hours so he can burn energy into whatever project he's lost himself in. All Steve cares is that he’s fed and hydrated. Usually, Eddie comes to slowly, with Steve’s fingers gently carding through his hair, or soft strokes up and down his spine.

Now Eddie breaks his own musings, eyes strained, hungry, and needing to stretch. He can’t help but wonder why his sweetheart hasn’t checked on him. 

Moonlight is shining through the window.

~~~

It’s eerily quiet as Eddie makes his way down the stairs. He half expects to find Steve stress-baking, but the kitchen is dark. 

So he checks the garage– the car is still here. And the backyard– he never sits by the pool alone. Then the front porch– maybe he went out for a smoke.

Guilt eats at Eddie as he finds his beautiful boy on the living room floor, curled into himself.

Stuck. 

He hates finding Steve like this– stuck and lost like Eddie’s engrossed fantasies. Yet so, so different. 

The first time Eddie found him, unresponsive and immovable, he spiraled into a panic so strong Steve had broken free of his own melancholy, finding Eddie hyperventilating and sobbing in the midst of a flashback. Too much like Chrissy. Like Patrick and Nancy. 

They'd talked about it. And Eddie had appreciated afterwards how Steve struggled to describe what being stuck feels like, why it happens, what to do about it. It'd helped. 

So on grey days, long nights, the holidays, or when the kids are extra rowdy, Eddie looks for the signs. He's been good about getting Steve to slow down before it's too late. 

But on rare occasions, there will be a day like today. When it’s too much for both of them.

Eddie doesn't know how long his baby’s been lying here. Doesn't know when he ate or drank or even blinked. Because he’d holed himself up, desperate for time alone to just think. To be with himself after spending all day surrounded by people. But he forgot to set an alarm, assuming Steve would be there.

He focuses on his sweetheart, slowly kneeling down next to him so as not to startle him. Remembers all of the tips and tricks Steve needs. 

"Hey honey," Eddie whispers, close enough to be present but not overwhelming. "Don't worry baby we'll get you unstuck I promise. I'm going to reach out and grab your hand now ok?" 

He continues to whisper gentle praises and reassurances as he holds Steve's hand. It's limp for a time, and Eddie is hungry, but he doesn't stop. Time is lost to them both again, until he feels a slight squeeze on his fingers. Steve finally blinks, slow and hard. 

"Hey big boy, love to see those pretty, long eyelashes.” He smiles down at his baby, honeyed hazel eyes slowly refocusing. “Alright, once for no and two for yes: do you want me to help you onto the couch?" 

A full minute passes before Eddie feels two gentle squeezes to his fingers. 

"That's great sweetheart. I'm gonna tilt you to sit up and we'll get you settled. Then I'm going to ask if you want anything. Ready?" Two squeezes.

They finally get to the couch, and Eddie can already feel a strong sense of relief at just seeing his baby move off the floor. He hears Steve's back pop as they stand, decides he'll give him a massage later. 

It goes on. And on and on. Eddie follows the process of squeezes until Steve is unstuck and back in his body. 

"Water?" Two squeezes.

"Food?" One squeeze.

"Blanket?" Two squeezes. 

Eddie's patience always pays off. He's got Steve set up on the couch, hydrated and relaxed, with his favorite movie playing softly. He’s managed to grab a bowl of cereal for himself. They're cuddled and warm with Steve’s head in his lap. Eddie glides his fingers up and down the sore side of Steve’s body, gently squeezing as he goes.

~~~

Steve comes back to himself surrounded by love. 

His eyes sting and his mouth is dry. He doesn't know what time it is, but notices the sun has long set, moonlight shining through the curtains. The bones in his neck crack and his joints pop as he stretches.

But he's warm under the blankets, tucked into his boyfriend's chest as they watch the teddy bear Star Wars. Eddie's loosely twirling the hairs at the nape of his neck, lightly tugging and sending tingles down his spine. There's a glass of water and crackers on the table in front of him. 

Getting stuck inside his head terrifies him, something he dreads as much as the night terrors. 

But with Eddie, it's easier, happens less often. And when it does, he always wakes up to love.

~~

This was a pure self-indulgence fic. An exact recreation of my relationship with my partner. It fits my headcanon for the boys perfectly (though I'm obviously biased haha)

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #steve harrington whump #hurt/comfort #steve harrington does not feel his feelings it's practically canon #steve harrington is my favorite self insert and i will continue to do so until i get so sick of writing myself i go back to canon #rinse and repeat #eddie munson #eddie munson is the personification of adhd #have you seen that man's bedroom? it's definitely canon #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things ficlet #QueenieWritesStories

[theseuscloud]

It's kind of hard to pinpoint my favorite ship in TMA, because my thought process is kind of like:

Jmart? Good, but what about Gerry

JonGerryMartin? Great, actually, but we can't leave Tim and Sasha there

Polyarchives? Even better, but we're missing gerry again

Polyarchives + Gerry? Now we're talking, but he can't be here without his boyfriend can he

Polyarchives + Doorkeay? Yes please, but what about [...]

#rinse and repeat #at this point its easier to just say that i like everyone smooching each other #because like what about terminal velocity? #or Annabelle? #and agnes and Gertrude?? #even the old men #i want simon peter and elias in an endless cicle of divorce papers #and they love each other #tma #the magnus archives #polyarchives #theseus.txt

[breelynnxoxoxo]

MIND RINSING ME OFF? 💦💦💦

#bathing beauty #bathing beautiful #bathing together #bath towel #rinse and repeat #love the water #water nymph

[gazkamurocho]

Majima: "Listen kid, I know it doesn't make it any easier just because you're some kind of half-esper and shit... But I got yer back."

Terra: "Thank you, Majima. It seems we have no choice... We have to fight to protect our friends!"

That "draw your two biggest comfort characters as the steven meme" trend from Twitter xD

#they could be talking about Kefka #If this meme had a 3rd character I would add Monoe from Yume Nikki lol #Inspired? Draw Majima; Terra or Monoe #Bored? Draw Majima; Terra or Monoe #Rinse and repeat #yakuza #like a dragon #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #龍が如く #真島吾朗 #goro majima #majima goro #fanart #my art #gazkerber #illustration #games #videogames #terra branford #final fantasy #final fantasy vi #final fantasy 6 #ffvi #ff6 #ファイナルファンタジー #rpg #jrpg #nintendo #crossover

[tgsolefull]

Humping your hand is the height of your beta loser sex life So don't deny yourself

Indulge in the best you can get, Your own fist

#cash drain #financial ruin #findom drain #foot fi #foot findom #mutt #pay to meet #pet slave #rinse and repeat #ruined piggy

[hostilemuppet]

If you've ever wondered what a chronically online clout poisoned mega celebrity who constantly flipflops between delusions of grandeur and soul crushing insecurity would pick to torment his fake-real-it's complicated husband while hopefully not COMPLETELY ruining the mood, look no further

#doodle #twitter drama au #the goal was to mostly be #'a couple songs you could see being on it. sure. that makes sense i guess' #followed immediately by one that makes you go 'what the fuck' #rinse and repeat #and bookended by hey there delilah

[toxooz]

comic update will be done early September until then one (1) lil sneek peek 👁👃👁

#wip #this may be a just a tad lil jarring for this account but ONE EXCEPTION #its not like i probably wont draw ollie in worse situations in the future lets be real PFFFT #their whole pairing in my brain is 'ok im going to finally kill this guy *accidentally viciously fucks* oh god dammit not again' #rinse and repeat #jst found out i get a 3 day weekend too so yeehaw thatll definitely boost the comic finishing process #OK peace now initiating haul ass mode #konig #ghost #könig #call of duty

[gildedphoenixx]

us: goes through a very stressful event

brain: have a gay twink

us: uhh thanks i guess, but how does this help?

brain: have another one

#did #osdd #system #there are so many twinks in my brain #send help #rinse and repeat #A Golden Opportunity

[wherelibertydwells]

#rinse and repeat #agw #climate change #global warming

[eirenses]

I LOVE THE MARAUDERS ERA AO MUCH

#i'm genuinely going insane #wake up. search for works on ao3. read. open selected social media and look at marauders content. go to bed #rinse and repeat #that's been my spring break #instead of needed studying of course #but seriously #i want to inject them into my brain #i want to read marauders era fics all day. but reading takes a toll on me and i just can't #RAHHHHHH #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #wolfstar #jegulus #all the young dudes #atyd

[the-rook-cafe]

oh wilbur playing the song for tallulah at the end of his stream has me in shambles

just his stream fading out and then we hear soft acoustics, and in it the desperate asking of a father searching for his daughter

it feels like blowing dandelion seeds on the wind and hoping they reach someone hundreds of miles away

#the wilbur experience is angst gay angst #rinse and repeat #qsmp #qsmp wilbur #qsmp tallulah

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Left alone in the shuttle, FN-2187 yanks off his helmet with shaking hands. It is the eleventh time he’s done this.

Author: @triscribe

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom culture #internet culture #tumblr polls #fandom poll #rinse and repeat #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #finnpoe

[azurecanary]

I love how Clara's introductory episode was simply:

Shows up, is smarter than literally everyone, flirts with a married man, comes out as bi, mass mind wipes the Dalek race, suffers a heart breaking identity crisis, sacrifices herself, says a cryptic phrase, refuses to elaborate, dies

#and then she shows up again in Victorian England #rinse and repeat #clara oswald #oswin oswald #clara oswin oswald #doctor who #and it truly set the standard for her whole run

[divinebunni]

breeding me until we both fall asleep, wake up and start breeding again

#rinse and repeat #thoughts #bunni speaks

[tgsolefull]

Repeat until your brain breaks

Then crawl to me to piece back together however I please

#cash drain #financial ruin #findom drain #foot fi #foot findom #mutt #pay to meet #pet slave #rinse and repeat #ruined piggy