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“What’s the matter?” Mike demands, the worry clear on his face.
“Jonathan and I broke up.”
“Oh,” Mike says, his face pinched with worry.
“And then. And then I asked Steve out. And- And he said no.” Nancy is basically sobbing now and she’s so embarrassed it physically hurts. She’s the big sister and she’s crying in front of Mike and one of his friends. Now they know how stupid she was. "
Nancy Wheeler falls apart before she leaves for college. She discovers some important things about herself while picking up the pieces.
I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.
the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.
Reading the Wikipedia pages for 1910s films is like
"Made on a budget of $75, the film was an unexpected smash hit, selling out theaters across the country. Thought lost after a vault fire in Paris in 1954, a full print was discovered in a Brazilian nursing home in 2013, where it was being used as a doorstop."
Kinda think Steve doesn’t love smoking anymore after being drugged by the Russians. But when he realizes that having a joint is an excuse to get close to Eddie he starts using it
I love the idea of Steve being traumatized by drugs but I also love the idea of Steve getting dependent on drugs bc he can't sleep and he's in pain and Eddie notices it
Both at once! He panicks when he starts feeling the effects but they’re also the only way he can get to sleep so he just ends up. Falling asleep panicked every night
for real tho it feels exhausting that ive seen this whole "woman should be allowed to abstain from X beauty standard" -> "i perform X beauty standard, am i evil? do you think im evil? please forgive me i came up with a dozen excuses 🥺" since like 2015 (and i know its been going on longer than that) like girl thats not the poiiiiint
look me in the eyes. repeat after me. "i face societal pressure to perform this beauty standard. i should not face that pressure. i conform to this standard. i am rewarded for performing to this standard. i need to respect women who do not perform this standard. this is not about whether or not i am a sinner for wearing makeup."
Reading up on why various YouTubers stopped performing can be kind of a rollercoaster because it's like "said a slur", "said a slur", "said a slur", "lost contact while searching for a cave near Area 51 whose entrance allegedly emitted 'mysterious vibrations'; present whereabouts unknown", "said a slur".
rated e | 606 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, anal sex, first time bottoming, bottom steve, top eddie
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Eddie's never been much for topping before. Call him lazy, call him a pillow princess, call him a size queen. He doesn't really care.
He knows what he likes and he likes getting railed within an inch of his life. He likes when someone he barely knows pushes his face into the pillow and doesn't even touch his dick. He really likes when someone takes more than he's ready to give, leaving him with an ache that doesn't go away for days.
Steve wants to get fucked, though. He's desperate for it in a way Eddie can relate to, but Eddie's had plenty of dicks in his ass. Steve's never been able to experiment before they got together. Never even had toys. Never even a finger.
His hole flutters around nothing, trying to clench around three fingers that aren't inside him anymore. Eddie gulps as he watches.
"Everything okay?" Steve asks, turning his head to the side so he can try to see if Eddie's run away or what he's doing. "I feel pretty stretched. I think I'm ready."
He takes it so good. Eddie's actually a little jealous. It's like he was made to be fucked.
"Eddie?"
"Sorry," Eddie swallows and blinks, trying to focus back on his task. He knows what he's doing. He's fucked men before, of course. It's just that this is Steve and it's his first time with anything inside him, and he's kind of in love with the guy. He doesn't want to disappoint him. "Can you pass me the condom?"
Steve awkwardly passes it back before he crosses his arms under his head and shifts his ass up more. He looks fucking good like this. Eddie did not expect to be quite this into fucking Steve.
"You sure you're good?" Eddie asks as he spreads more lube over his hole. There's really no such thing as too much for someone's first time, but it's making a mess, dripping onto the sheets under them. The clean up is gonna be a lot.
"I'm good." Steve sighs and Eddie can see the hint of a smile curling up the corner of his mouth. "I want you."
Eddie melts. "I want you, too."
He's slow as he pushes inside, probably slower than he really needs to be. Steve doesn't even tense up. He doesn't make a sound.
When he's all the way inside him, Eddie rubs his back, slow circles. Like how Steve does it for him every time they're like this, when he's about to fuck him until he can't feel his legs, and when he's going to take his time. A touch of softness and comfort always, no matter what they're going to do after it passes.
"You feel so big," Steve finally says around a moan.
"I can't tell if that's a compliment or an insult." Eddie's laugh ends in a moan when Steve clenches around him. "I'm pretty average. You've just never had anything inside you before. Anything feels big."
"Maybe," Steve pushes back against him, silently asking for him to start moving. It's something Eddie does, too. "Feels perfect."
Eddie prefers bottoming, but he loves the way Steve's body finds a rhythm with his as he fucks into him faster and harder. Eddie prefers bottoming, but he comes at the sight of Steve biting his own arm when he spills against the sheets without touching his dick at all.
Eddie preferred bottoming, but he won't mind this sometimes. Eddie preferred bottoming, but looking down at how Steve takes him, how Steve tightens around him, is beautiful in its own way.
Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).
When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".
When the boat is still being built, your say "it".
When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".
When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".
When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.
If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").
If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")
If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").
If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.
If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.
I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.
Fuck hostile architecture, I want unhostile architecture. I want benches to be designed to be as easy as possible to sleep on. I want little places for pigeons to nest to be purposefully put on buildings. I want people designing public spaces to think about what they'd be like to skateboard on. I want "Please loiter" signs. I want people to be kind. I want...
