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I just revived my old iPod touch that I haven’t used since ~2013 after believing it to be dead dead for years and oh my god it’s like opening up an old time capsule. There are photos of me and my friends that I haven’t seen in years, taken in an old high school building that doesn’t exist anymore. I have games that are no longer downloadable on the app store. It’s running iOS 5 with the original skeuomorphism app icons. I still have the youtube app. My contacts app is full of maiden names and deadnames. The music app has songs I haven’t heard in almost a decade but still remember all the lyrics to. A daily alarm set for 5:30 AM (god I can’t believe I had to wake up that early in high school) and another set to 11:11 PM to remind me to make a wish. Reminders to finish homework assignments, or to write my application essay for the university I ended up attending, and one marking the release date for the final episode of Cabin Pressure. The last thing I googled was “how to draw people hugging”.
Possibly the strangest thing is that the tumblr app still opens, but it’s stuck in a permanent snapshot of 2013 where it won’t show me any new posts no matter how many times I refresh. My dash is full of old BBC Sherlock posts from long-lost mutuals who have either since deactivated or got unfollowed or changed urls so many times that I don’t even recognize them. Lady Gaga and Game of Thrones are the top trends. My profile shows my previous url and icon, with only 43 followers. I feel like a time traveler
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Damn. A day late! It’s always fun to come back and reread this every year. (2023)
HELLO ALL!
I’m late with the Halloween themed stuff, I know. Please forgive me and read this piece that I am proud of considering I completed it in about 48 hours. I hope you all had a good Halloween.
[SEXUAL THEMES]
You have been warned…
CHARLIE AND OSWALD:
They Did The Monster Mash
Music was thumping loudly through the speakers of the frat house. Normally Charlie would never go to one of these parties, let alone step inside a frat house, but Oswald dragged him for the free booze. Speaking of Oswald, Charlie has lost him the crowd, his small body blending in with the other dressed characters. Oswald loved Halloween. This year he dressed up as Smee and made Charlie go as Captain Hook. Charlie looks over towards the kitchen, seeking out his other half,
“Charlie!” a voice shouts from the kitchen
When he rounds the corner and walks into the room, Oswald meets him halfway, pressing his lips to Charlie’s. Oswald is slightly tipsy.
“Wanna get out of here?” Oswald whispers, moving to give him a hug and biting Charlie’s earlobe.
“Sure…Yea.” He nods, grabbing Oswald’s hand in his and moving them toward the door.
They walk hand in hand down the long road lined with frat houses. October had seen its days, but according to Charlie’s wrist watch it was already November 1St. They walked for a while in silence; only the wind whistling between their two bodies. Charlie is pulled out of his daze when he hears something chattering near him. He looks down and sees that Oswald has rapped himself around his arm, begging for warmth. And the noise, that would be his perfectly straight teeth clanking together, begging to keep his body warm. Charlie starred for a moment, just looking at the boy. The costumes that they had put together were not accommodating to the freezing Indiana weather. Oswald’s outfit especially, seeing as it only consisted of a red bandana, stripped shirt, and a pair of Oswald’s running shorts.
“You cold?” Charlie questions already taking off his captain hook coat, placing it around Oswald’s shoulders.
“Thanks” Oswald blushes.
…
When they get back to Charlie’s room, Oswald immediately pushes them up against the door,
“You look so good tonight!” he says as he continues to kiss and bite up the side of Charlie’s neck.
“I could defiantly say the same about you.” Charlie palms Oswald’s ass through the skin tight shorts
“Alright! That’s it!” Oswald laughs and grabs the first button on Charlie’s shirt opening it, going for the rest of them, lips following after each one. When there are no buttons left on the shirt, Oswald goes for the button on Charlie’s pants. Oswald’s green eyes flick up to make sure that Charlie is still alive above him, and what he sees makes him feel tingly and loved. Charlie is starring back at him, lip between his teeth in pure seduction. They have been going out for a year, they have had sex before, and Charlie has said that he loves Oswald, so why can’t Oswald say what he is feeling too? He knows he loves Charlie; he feels it every time that he is around him. So why is it every time he goes to say it, he feels like-
“Earth to Oswald” Charlie says
“Oh. Shit, sorry” Oswald shakes his head and realizes that he had been starring off into space. Which is awkward seeing as though he is on his knees in front of his boyfriend, and that usually means something else.
“Are you okay?” Charlie asks pulling Oswald onto his feat.
“yea,” Oswald moves over to sit on the bed, rubbing his hands together still numb from the earlier cold. He shakes his head “No.”
Charlie joins Oswald on the bed, so that they are bumping shoulders. He sighs and looks at Oswald for any signs of an explanation to what is really going on.
“Aren’t you upset that I haven’t said…You know, the ‘Love’ thing yet?” Oswald rolls his eyes and looks away from Charlie.
Charlie laughs. He laughs, and the feeling in Oswald’s stomach grows. Oswald wants to run, he doesn’t like people to see his emotions and right now, he feels raw.
“No, why would I be upset?” Charlie asks
“Because you have said it, and I haven’t” Oswald breathes
“No, I don’t care about that,” Charlie pauses “And its not like you haven’t said it. I-I mean, you haven’t said ‘I love you’, but you can say it in different ways.”
“Yea, like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know, like ‘hey, text me when you get there okay’ and ‘I was thinking about you today’ and ‘I got you this chocolate bar because I know its your favorite’. That kinda stuff” Charlie states.
“Charlie?” Oswald asks
“Yes?”
“Make love to me” Oswald states.
“Wha-What?”
“Make love to me Charlie!” Oswald says again, pulling him in by the neck, kissing him forcefully. Pulling his body on top of his.
…
The next morning Charlie’s alarm clock rings at half 8. Both boys are curled up on their sides still naked and warm from the night before. Charlie is the first to wake up, breathing in Oswald’s morning scent
“Wakey, Wakey, Oswald!” Charlie whispers in his ear, and he backs up more into Charlie’s touch
“Good morning” Oswald faces Charlie now, kisses him on the mouth and gives him and bumps their noses together.
“That’s another way!” Charlie says maybe a little too loudly
“Another way to what?”
“To say ‘I love you’” Charlie states back at him
“Well in that case…” Oswald then bumps his nose against Charlie’s again.
Just like on Halloween, some people wear masks everyday. It takes the right person to make the mask come off. Charlie is that person for Oswald, they just both don’t know it yet.
( If you want to imagine C and O having sex to Monster Mash, that is fine by me!)
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i'm not the praying sort, but i'll probably always have a soft spot for the astronaut's prayer
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girls will be like “this shade of green 😍” about every shade of green they see, and they’re right
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fewer posts about “why do straight women date men who hate them” and more posts about “why do so many men hate women that it’s genuinely difficult for straight women to find romantic & sexual intimacy with a man who doesn’t hate them”
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I hate you epitome of innocence being represented with blonde hair I hate you lightness representing goodness I hate you "angelic features" automatically being read as blonde hair and blue eyed with pale skin I hate you whiteness as the default for morality I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
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i noticed too while rereading that while bitty's bed is often in frame, his bed is usually made & pretty neat. but after he has the moment with jack in the kitchen and has his realization.... his pillows were mussed up, almost like he was screaming into one of them. or punching them? either way he's so relatable i love him
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I would literally be unstoppable if I didn’t have that persistent pit in my stomach that everyone in a room is just a little bit annoyed by my presence
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WHO tf keeping pads with no wings in production?? Put it in your draws and by the time you walk out the bathroom it’s down the street buying scratch offs at the corner store. Like girl
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