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#YAHOO#adding the PD kids colors on the bracelet made me giggle and kick my feet#never ever taking these off#I wanted to make more but all the other titles have E’s in them and I’m so so low on E beads#saving them for me and my friend to use later😞#also I didn’t have any other bug like beads#but I desperately wanted one on the BITB one so#you get a crystal butterfly you weird gross vivid horror campaign/pos#jrwi#jrwi pd#jrwi bitb#kandi bracelet#moomins yapping<3
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Yesterday, Palestinian and solidarity organizers disrupted a Biden campaign event 14 times during his speech on the protection of women's rights. These activists called out hypocrisy because Biden and his administration are actively causing a reproductive care catastrophe in Gaza.
50,000 pregnant women do not have access to healthcare in Gaza, and C-sections are being performed without anesthesia. Women and children in Gaza are being killed by U.S.-made and supplied bombs.
described by @winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts
[ID: Transcription of what the protesters are saying, while security personnel try to get them out:
Israel kills two mothers every hour in Gaza. Ceasefire now! End the genocide! Ceasefire!
Women in Gaza are being murdered. Killing people in Gaza is a war crime. You are a war criminal.
Stop funding genocide! Ceasefire now!
50,000 pregnant women don't have healthcare. Their blood is on your hands. Ceasefire!
Ceasefire now! Stop funding genocide! Gaza is a reproductive issue.
Free, free Palestine!
The end of the video shows article headlines with photos of the protesters or of Joe Biden, from various news organizations:
POLITICO: Biden's abortion rights rally repeatedly interrupted by protesters
ALJAZEERA: Biden speech interrupted by pro-Palestinian protesters
CNN politics: Biden's abortion rights rally in Virginia beset by repeated protests over his handling of Gaza
abcNEWS: Biden campaign speech on abortion rights disrupted 14 times by protesters
yahoo!news: Biden abortion rally in Virginia interrupted by multiple protesters: 'Genocide Joe'
NEW YORK POST: Biden claims Gaza heckler is 'MAGA Republican' as he's interrupted at least 10 times at rally
Forbes: Protesters Interrupt Biden's Abortion Rights Speech More Than A Dozen Times
NBC NEWS: Biden interrupted by protesters more than a dozen times at campaign rally
USA TODAY: President Biden's abortion rally disrupted by repeated protests over Gaza
Reuters: Biden's abortion rights rally in Virginia interrupted by Gaza protests
/End ID]
#palestine#فلسطين#gaza#free gaza#free palestine#israel#jerusalem#i stand with palestine#israel is a terrorist state
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SYDNEY (Reuters) -Two Australian Indigenous leaders opposed to a proposal to constitutionally recognise the Aboriginal and Torres Island people joined forces on Thursday in an effort to strengthen their campaign ahead of a referendum later this year.
A group led by Warren Mundine, a former Labor Party national president who is Indigenous, and a group backed by shadow Indigenous Minister Jacinta Nampijinpa Price, will pool their resources for a joint "No" campaign to be called "Australians for Unity".
#indigenous voice#aboriginal#leaders#opposed#Australians for Unity#referendum#issues#campaign#Australia#news#via Triple A#Yahoo News#world news
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Thinking about that reblog about privacy and websites. Idk if people just don’t realize but like…….. rejecting cookies on website does literally nothing? Especially as someone in the US, it’s so fucking pointless.
You use chrome? You have gps turned on on your phone? You have an email?? You use literally ANY website ever??? So much data is being collected from you at all times from every single angle. Websites track where you click their links from, where you go on their websites after, and can see where you go after (to a degree). They know what time of day you’re likely to check the news, what the weather is like where you are (and can even fucking target ads to you BASED on the weather in your location). They can see your shipping notifications in your emails and know what kind of shit you buy and how often. They know what medical diagnoses you’re likely to have (and in some cases can be fucking. 95% sure about that fact and use that information to target ads for certain pharma brands at you).
When people talk about how any free website you’re using, the actual product is you? Yeah. Yeah
#i do digital trafficking for work so this is the world I spent 40 hours in a week#(I am a person who schedules and manages digital ad campaigns)#literally yahoo is one of the biggest names in the digital platform services world and it’s literally just bc they have so much information#on people that they have harvested from their emails
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"Sex is biological fact, NHS declares."
Fuckin FINALLY.
The article's behind a paywall, so I had to grab a screenshot fast. It's not the clearest picture, and I may have cut some off.
Here's the article, if you can get around the paywall.
From BBC News via Yahoo News:
NHS England charter to stress biological sex when placing patients in wards
Transgender women should not be put on single-sex female NHS wards, the government is proposing.
The measure is part of a raft of changes to the NHS Constitution for England, the charter of rights for patients.
The proposals stress the importance of biological sex for the first time when it comes to same-sex accommodation and intimate care.
In both cases, the rights are available only where possible.
For example, same-sex accommodation rights, which have existed for years, can and are breached where there is a clinically urgent need to admit and treat a patient and do not extend to areas such as critical care or accident and emergency.
The guidance also means that trans men should not be housed on single-sex male wards.
Under the proposals:
transgender people, whose gender identity differs from their biological sex, may be provided single rooms, where appropriate
patients will have the right to request a person of the same biological sex delivers any intimate care
Health Secretary Victoria Atkins said it was about making it clear that "sex matters".
"We want to make it abundantly clear that if a patient wants same-sex care, they should have access to it wherever reasonably possible," she said.
"By putting this in the NHS Constitution, we're highlighting the importance of balancing the rights and needs of all patients, to make a healthcare system that is faster, simpler and fairer to all."
'Trampled over'
Maya Forstater, of the Sex Matters campaign group, said the changes were "excellent news".
"The confusion between 'sex' and 'gender' in official policies like the NHS Constitution is what has enabled women's rights to be trampled over in the name of transgender identities," she said.
But Cleo Madeleine, of Gendered Intelligence, said robust policies were already in place and the government had its priorities wrong.
"After 14 years of austerity, medical professionals are crying out for more funding, more resources, and better conditions for staff and patients," she said.
"The government seems hell-bent on pursuing its obsession with the transgender community instead of addressing these longstanding needs."
'Martha's rule'
The changes are part of a wider review of the NHS Constitution, which the government must complete every 10 years.
They also include a plan to embed patients and their loved ones' right to access a rapid review from outside the care team if the patient is deteriorating.
This is the right behind "Martha's rule", which is being introduced in the NHS, to ensure patients know they can ask for a second opinion, with the government providing funding to hospitals for posters and leaflets informing patients and their families.
Martha Mills died aged 13, after being admitted to King's College Hospital, south London, in 2021, having injured her pancreas slipping on to the handlebars of her bike while cycling.
She later developed sepsis - but with better care, could have survived, an inquest found.
All the changes will be consulted on over the next eight weeks, before the constitution is updated later this year.
Labour's shadow health secretary Wes Streeting said: "Rights on paper are worthless unless they are delivered in practice.
"The NHS constitution already pledges that no patient will have to share an overnight ward with patients of the opposite sex, but that is not the case for too many patients."
#sex is fact#sex not gender#Cass report#Cass review#WPATH#gender critical#NHS#the tide is turning#the telegraph#the daily telegraph#BBC news
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I want to make one thing very clear here:
There is absolutely no mistake that Hammer-Car Matt is transmisogynistic as fuck.
I do not want us to erase the fact that he is also racist, ableist (recall the "oh, the flashing ads are dangerous? pay for ad-free then lmao" incident), otherwise queerphobic, and generally just a self-righteous "I'm-not-a-bigot-BUUUUUUUT-" brand bruh moment in human form.
And I really do not want us to think of this FULLY as a Tumblr/Matt Problem, nor to pin it on lower-ranking staff members (a lot of them fucking hate him lmao). Remember, this started with a mass harassment/report-brigading campaign, which happen...a lot, sometimes to the most random innocuous posts imaginable (shoutout to that video of a Halloween skeleton on a ceiling fan that's now permanently blocked from public view as "sexually explicit" for SOME reason). All social media sees a lot of this problem, because the common aspects of the system for moderation are pretty damned exploitable and how to overhaul it to be less so is a bit of an open problem -
And most major and even semi-major social media sites are run by similar if not worse human embodiments of a wet fart who just don't care enough to do it - which I can only assume is part of why, at least by my observation over the years, he's gone from "out of touch but at least better than anyone who's run this place since before the Yahoo takeover" to all but changing his name to Barbra Streisand and moving to Malibu for how much deeper he insists on digging himself by doubling down on his bigotry.
In short: Fuck Matt, call him out for ALL of his bigotries, support your local transfems, your local POC bloggers, your local disabled bloggers, your other local "unpalatable" queers, and ESPECIALLY people who are all of the above, not only because it's a good thing to do but also because we're a lot stronger together,
And let's rebuild the small internet so we can stop being at the whims of rich bigoted petulant manchildren who are terrified of the Looney Toons.
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Time table of the bullshit
I have decided to make a timeline of events in the gimmickverse after I joined, as far as I know them.
-Before my existence. I will call this the dark ages because I have an ego.
-I exist!
-I, wanting friends, say I can officiate the wedding of Microsoft edge and google news. This is the beginning of an era
-I officiate more weddings, including the wedding of the blogs that will one day be my parents.
-The Sealand-Britain war is accidentally started by me
-Illinois becomes their own country
-Femboy epidemic, creating the majority of the femboy blogs, is started
-I get a femboy who is now my child
-I start shipping France and Italy, who absolutely hate each other. They say they will never get together.
-My assistant comes into existence
-I ask France and Georgia for islands, now I have my own country
-I start a zombie apocalypse
-I get arrested :(
-My Assistant grounds me for starting a zombie apocalypse
-I marry the US
-Somehow i adopt firehouse as my grandchild
-The pinkpocalypse is started and I instantly join because I like pink
-Apple gets amnesia. Is now less of an asshole
-The Color war begins
-I get adopted by gibberish and join the pink sparkle family.
-Yahoo and Target are acting…weird
-It turns out they were possessed and have possessed France
-France possesses Sealand who is sent to the void
-I get possessed by August and am now trapped in the void
-Sealand loses our UNO cards and it is a miracle they are still alive now
-Back in the real world, August, the dumbass that she is, has somehow managed to possess several people.
-August possesses Italy on the order of France. Italy nicknames the event “The Panic”
-The Panic is ended, some people are still possessed but have learned to live with their demons. Some apparently were fucking married to their demons. I adopted mine.
-Apparently everyone is in their villain era. I wonder how I can spin this my way as I’m already evil.
-I join up with the gimmick blog predator to Benedict Arnold my way to success. Everyone now hates me for trying to get them all killed.
-France and Italy wedding preparations are currently happening.
-I start a campaign to get Johnathan John Johnson elected as God.
-The Micronation Revolution is started. I join as I own a country.
-Micronation revolution has been disbanded until they stop trying to kill each other
-Sealand is rotting. They’ve died before so they’ll probably be fine
-Goose-waste management war is started
-Bean (my favorite child) comes into existence
-Bean Protection squad is started
-War against Australia has been started
-Bean gets kidnapped for the first time
-Bean Protection squad is changed to Bean aegis movement because BAM sounds cool
-We get bean back. They get kidnapped again
-Bean is kidnapped a third time
-My kid gives their soul to bean’s kidnapper
-I get arrested again :(
-Sealand fucking loses xir soul
-I decide nope I’m hiding
That’s it for now!
This will be updated as events happen
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A Gallavich tale, told 100 words at a time.
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A man jumped into the back seat of Ian’s car.
“You a driver?” Dark hair, one small piece of luggage.
“Yeah, only if you’re registered on the app.”
“Screw the app. Take me to Nashville.”
Ian choked on his Gatorade. “That’s eight hours from here.”
“So?”
“You gotta plan these things out. Get matched with the right driver.”
“It’s not like I knew that my fucking boyfriend was gonna run off to fucking Yee-Haw Land to elope with my sworn enemy.”
Ian checked the rearview and saw pain behind those angry blue eyes. He switched his app status to OCCUPIED.
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Ian took the entrance ramp onto I-90. They should arrive in Nashville around … oh, 3:37 AM.
“I have an emergency kit.” Ian nodded with his chin. “Under the seat. A few comforts in case you need ’em.”
The passenger shuffled through the insulated bag. “Boxed juice. Granola bars. Fucking gummy bears, man? This is childhood stuff. You got any Jack Daniels?”
Ian felt a spark of disobedience. “I’ve got a few joints in the glove box.” This was definitely off-book behavior, but it felt right. “They come with a price.”
“What’s that, Jeeves?”
“You’ve gotta tell me your whole story.”
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The dark-haired passenger scoffed. “You don’t look like you’ve got the stomach to get caught up on my bullshit.”
“Try me.”
“Whatever. Fuckin’ sadist.” He settled into his seat. “You ain’t wearing a wire, right?”
“Not today.”
“All right, so, you ever heard of Berry Buds?”
“Those stuffed animals in the shape of fruit? Don’t people use those to smuggle coke?”
The guy raised an eyebrow. “You too delicate to hear about crime, pumpkin? There’s murder, too. Betrayal. And a pair of pink flamingos.”
“Wait, back up. You forgot the most important part. What’s your name?”
The passenger only smiled.
---
Man, this passenger could talk. Ian heard an hour’s worth of Milkovich family crimes.
Milkovich.
Ian didn’t know the guy’s first name. Only how passionate he was, the excitement in his voice.
“So Iggy launched the box of M-80s into the river, right, and this long-legged yahoo waltzes up.” Milkovich paused. “Wait, did you just yawn? If it’s such a chore to listen, I can fuckin’ stop.”
Ian made eye contact in the rearview mirror. “I was promised murder. A boyfriend.”
Milkovich slunk in his seat. “Keith.” All his passion faded to pain. “Yeah … guess I can talk about him.”
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“Keith is …” Milkovich seeped with defeat and anger. “He’s the first person who saw me as more than a thug. We met at the liquor store. Been together seventeen months. I thought we were long-term, you know? Then he starts spending time at clubs. Digging into the scene. I don’t give a fuck if he does coke to let off steam. But he keeps getting it from the same guy. Real tall motherfucker. White-blond hair. Wears sweater vests.”
“Northside prick.”
“Oh, you know this guy?”
Ian had seen plenty of club action. He hardened in solidarity. “I know the type.”
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“Anyways, that’s how I realized my piece-of-shit boyfriend is marrying fancy-pants Logan Covington, the motherfucker who snipes our business and has led the biggest anti-Milkovich smear campaign this side of Michigan.” The passenger let out a sigh. He slowed for the first time in an hour. “Shoulda known by that haircut. He came home looking like a walking Ken doll.”
“So, wait.” Ian sorted through the complicated story threads. “Are you going to kill your boyfriend?”
“No, man, keep up. I want to get him back.” He leaned forward, laying his hand on Ian’s shoulder. “And you’re gonna help me.”
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Ian scoffed. “Don’t rope me into your drama.”
“Come on, man. We show up at the chapel, tell Keith I’m dating you now, let the jealousy unfold.”
Unbelievable. Ian shouldn’t even consider the offer. He had a ton to do this weekend. But Milkovich was obviously hurting.
Ian scratched his chin. “And I’d be on the clock the whole time?”
“What, you scared to do it? You a homophobe or something?”
“I’m gay.”
Milkovich stared, hard. He looked Ian up and down. “You never mentioned that.” He gave a coy smirk.
Ian felt a shot of electricity. “You never asked.”
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The Silver Diner in Lafayette, Indiana bustled with activity.
Milkovich talked over the sizzling grill. “Still don’t know why we stopped here.”
“Can’t think on an empty stomach.” Ian flagged the waitress.
Jolene smiled, leaned into the booth. “Order’s coming right up, sugarpot.” She touched Ian’s arm as she left.
Milkovich frowned. “That shit happen to you a lot?”
“What?”
“Chicks waving their boobs in your face.”
“I don’t really notice.” But Milkovich noticed. Interesting.
“It’s good, actually. We can use it in our plan. People find you attractive.”
“You think I’m pretty?”
He rolled his eyes. “Didn’t say me.”
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Milkovich rolled a coin across the diner table. “You see that? Table's tilted by a degree-and-a-half. Cheap off-balance pedestal leg. I’d have used a trestle instead.”
Huh. This guy’s shoulders relaxed when he talked about normal stuff.
“The key with builds like this…” The guy was smart. Layered. Funny. And his eyes twinkled when he geeked out about construction, apparently.
Ian was finding new ways to be awed each minute.
“…at least shim the motherfucker because…”
Ian interrupted. “I’m in.”
“Huh?”
“Your plan? I guess can pretend to like you.”
Ian’s stomach swooped. Pretend might not be the right word.
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“Seriously, you’ll do it?” Milkovich raised an eyebrow. “Okay, lay it on me. Tell me everything about you.”
Ian enjoyed sharing his details. “I’m one of six kids. Two sisters, three brothers. Wait, you’re not writing this down? You’re gonna memorize all this shit?”
The guy leaned forward, intense, piercing. He traced his finger around Ian’s wrist. “We’re chained now. I’ll remember everything about you.”
This was absurd, but the guy seemed dead serious.
Ian felt goosebumps. He took charge and matched the guy’s intensity. “Then tell me your first name.”
A quick tongue flick. The guy nodded. “It’s Mickey.”
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Turns out, scheming and joking with Mickey was easier than breathing. Ian drummed on the table. “Okay, how’d we meet? I gave you a ride somewhere?”
“And then I rode you.” Mickey laughed. “Simple enough. How about second date?”
Ian’s inner romantic spun into action. “A rooftop picnic. You brought snacks and whiskey.”
“Hm. Doesn’t sound like me.”
“I brought a tire iron and gun because I didn’t trust you.”
Mickey smirked, like these lies were becoming reality in his head. “Wise man.”
Ian swelled. His weekend suddenly had purpose. He’d be the best fake boyfriend in the goddamn world.
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They hit the john before they got back on the road. Pissed in outdated urinals, washed their hands.
Ian watched Mickey closely. Every turn, every strut, every smirk. That’s how he noticed that Mickey flinched when the hand dryer shot to life.
“Mickey Milkovich.” Ian laughed. “You can dump a mob boss in the Chicago River but you’re afraid of a little hot air?”
“It’s fucking startling.”
Mickey paused in the doorway. Tilted his head. Looked up at Ian. “Keith … he never noticed that about me.”
Ian elbowed him, defusing his sadness. “I’m going to learn all your secrets, boyfriend.”
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Around midnight, the rhythm of repeating street lights on Interstate 65 lulled Ian toward sleep.
“Can I ask you a question?” Mickey looked damn relaxed, too. Seat leaned back. Legs stretched out. Talking in a low voice. “Let’s say I blew this.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Say I end up alone. Do I deserve that?”
Ian could certainly judge. He’d heard about Mickey’s crimes, his family, his dating history.
He wanted to hold Mickey’s hand. He wanted to find the right words to remedy this hurt.
“Mickey, you are the most –”
A bang. A crash. Ian’s face smashed into the airbag.
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Ian took inventory. He was conscious. Neck pain. Bleeding nose.
He scrambled to unfasten his seatbelt. To wave away the airbag dust.
He pawed at Mickey’s leg, arm, chest. “Are you okay?”
“I’m scraped up.” Mickey coughed. “What happened?”
“Someone clipped our bumper. We spun out. Hit the guardrail. I was out of control.”
“Why are you pulling on my eye?”
Ian lowered his hand. “Checking for a concussion.” He tried to steady his breath, calm his panic. “I’m sorry. I let you down.”
Mickey set his injured hand on Ian’s, offering shaky reassurance. “Better than being worm food, man.”
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The cops had come and gone. Reality settled in. Ian’s car was undriveable. They were stranded.
Mickey’s anxiety spiked. “How the hell am I getting to the wedding now?” He paced along the shoulder, pointing at Ian. “Who drives for a fucking living and doesn’t have roadside assistance?”
Ian spoke via speakerphone to a random tow company they’d Googled. “It’s a silver Camry. Near exit 130.”
Mickey yelled into the phone. “Just look for the goddamn ring of fire lighting up I-65.”
Ian prayed for strength. “Ignore him. There’s no fire.” Unless you counted the flames rising from Mickey’s nostrils.
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Ian talked to Mickey in the crammed cab of the tow truck. “I told you I’d get you there. I’ll think of something.”
The mechanic pulled into a repair shop. “Car can stay here. Hank opens at 7:00 tomorrow.”
Mickey exploded. “It’s not open 24 hours?”
“This is Indianapolis, not L.A.”
“How are we supposed—"
Ian held up a hand to stop him. He could feel Mickey’s desperation, his impatience and heartbreak. “Is there a hotel nearby?”
The mechanic pointed across the street. To a run-down motel called King Richard’s Royal Inn.
Mickey glared. “Well, long live the fuckin’ king.”
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Josie at the front desk didn’t even look at her computer. “I’m sorry. It’s race week. We don’t have room for more guests.”
Mickey glared at Ian. “Come on, Gingerbread. You’re taking me to the Motel 6.”
Josie snorted. “You’ll be lucky to find a campground in this town with a vacancy.”
“Guess I’m sleeping in your fucking lobby, then.”
As if Ian didn’t feel bad enough about this situation.
A chime sounded on the computer.
“Hey, now.” Josie smiled. “We’ve just had a cancellation.” She looked between them. “It’s a single. One full-sized bed.”
Mickey didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take it.”
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“Door’s flimsy enough to kick open.” Ian unlocked the motel room.
Mickey groaned. “No TV. No closet. They better have hot water.”
“Jesus, the bed’s small.” Ian’s neck ached. This was officially hell.
“You gonna be all right, Red? We’ve got to get used to touching each other.”
Ian grabbed him and pulled him close, roughly. “Think we’ll be able to fool Keith?”
And, damn, Mickey’s face was right fucking there, looking tired. Cranky. Kissable. “We should do it bareback in the middle of the chapel just to piss him off.”
Oof.
Ian was not going to survive this night.
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Mickey cracked the bathroom door as he showered, fogging up the motel room.
Ian sat on the bed, still for the first time tonight. He felt warmth. Pain. Adrenaline let-down.
Mickey’s silhouette moved behind the curtain. A hint. A tease. An invitation.
What if … Ian pulled the curtain back?
He could feel those sturdy shoulders, that smooth skin. Trace his tongue along the water droplets. Grab that thick … hair.
What if Mickey dropped his guy and took Ian on? Then what?
Would Mickey get tired of him?
Desire. Curiosity. Potential. Ian’s thoughts swirled like water.
… then the shower clicked off.
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“Jesus!” Mickey pulled the curtain back. “Damn water turned to ice.” He jumped from the shower, lunging for a towel.
And of course Ian had been staring and saw everything. Mickey’s dripping body. The toned muscles in his legs. His stomach. A quick flash of his anatomy.
Ian turned away.
“Fucking freezing, man.” Mickey’s wet feet slapped on the floor. “This is on you, Gallagher.”
Ian peeked. The towel did nothing to hide the curve of Mickey’s ass.
God, Ian had to tamp down his infatuation. Maybe cockiness would work instead. “I hear skin-to-skin contact gets you warm the fastest.”
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Mickey huffed at Ian’s joke. “You tryin’ to see me naked?”
“It’s for science. Research.”
Mickey shrugged and reached for the knot of his towel. The world moved in slow motion now, a tattooed hand tugging white cotton.
The fabric fell away, sliding down his leg. Dark hairs matted against skin. Body with the right balance of definition and softness.
Ian’s heart beat fast. He felt it getting stronger and stronger and stronger.
He glanced up and fell into Mickey’s eyes.
One touch could overcome the silence. One touch could reveal Ian’s crush.
Mickey smiled, all confidence. “Your turn, Loverboy.”
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In this game of chicken, Mickey was winning.
Ian gulped. It was only fair, right? Mickey needed to see his body for their boyfriend charade to work.
Ian peeled off his jeans. His t-shirt, going slow and begging all his parts to stay chill.
Mickey never broke eye contact.
Ian slid his boxers down, breathless.
“Patriot tattoo. Boobs tattoo.” Mickey nodded. “Carpet matches the drapes. Uh-huh.”
How could Mickey stay so calm when he was tearing Ian’s nerves to pieces?
Mickey stepped within touching distance. “Only one more question, hot shot.”
“What’s that?”
“How good of an actor are you?”
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Ian held his ground. “I’m a great actor.”
“Could you kiss me right now?” Mickey’s gaze raked down Ian’s body. “Kiss me and not get hard?” Mickey spoke oh-so-slowly. “We’re together, right? So we supposedly kiss all the time. Can you control yourself?”
A song burst through the tension. A silly cartoon voice repeating, You are my cute-cumber. You are my cute-cumber.
Mickey’s eyes widened. “Fuck, my phone.”
He scrambled, but the sound went silent before he got there.
Ian laughed. “Seriously? That’s the cheesiest alert.”
“You don’t understand.” Mickey looked up with pain in his eyes. “That’s Keith’s ringtone.”
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Keith’s call shifted Mickey's vibe from flirty to flustered.
Ian slid on his boxers and jeans. Being naked suddenly seemed wrong.
“Why the fuck was he calling?” Mickey threw the towel over his lap. “He didn’t leave a voicemail. Is he having second thoughts about the wedding? Should I call back?”
Ian had no clue how to help. “Just take a minute. Breathe.”
“My brain’s turning to mush here, Gallagher. I’m exhausted. I’m confused. We haven’t eaten in hours. And now this? Tell me what the fuck to do.”
Ian didn’t think. He yanked Mickey’s head back and kissed him.
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The kiss was overwhelming. Tinged with panic. Wonderful. Scary. Exciting. Over too soon.
Mickey touched his own lips. “That’s good. I … needed that.”
“This trip’ll be stressful enough without you freaking out. When the anxiety ratchets up in that head of yours, I’ll take care of you, all right?”
Mickey nodded. Took a second. Smirked. “Knew you couldn’t do it.”
“What?”
“Knew you couldn’t kiss me without getting hard.”
“You’re an asshole.”
But the intensity on Mickey’s face told Ian not to push. The bright blue eyes. The absolute relief at being taken care of.
Ian let the moment simmer.
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Ian needed to be supportive. A bodyguard. A wingman, offering safety pins and pep talks.
He pulled two joints from his pocket. “You weren’t meant to face this weekend sober.”
“Fuck, man, you always know what I need.”
“Snagged ’em from my glove box after the crash.” Ian lit up and offered one to Mickey. “I know everything seems fuckin’ hopeless, like your life is wrecked. You ain’t wrong.”
“This supposed to make me feel better?”
“The point is, it’s okay to be who you are.”
“What’s that, big guy?”
Ian threaded their fingers together. “A loser, just like me.”
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The wee hours passed in a purple haze of weed and exhaustion.
They didn’t sleep. They lay beside each other in that tiny bed, clothes on, joking and mumbling.
They bumped elbows, knocked knees, held hands.
Ian ached for more touch. For a kiss that meant more than comfort.
Mickey’s icy blue eyes held him at bay. I can’t face that yet. Please let me hover outside of reality a little longer.
In the orange glow of sunrise, Ian gathered his nerve. He asked the question he’d been pondering all night. “You still want to go to this wedding, Milkovich?”
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Mickey sat too far away on the motel bed. “Why wouldn’t I go? Keith is my boyfriend. We live together.”
“How’s that gonna work out once the newlyweds get home?”
“I still want to go.”
This wasn’t right, goddammit. In the movies, a kiss leads to a romantic finale, not this stubborn insistence to stay on course.
Ian grasped at one last hope. “To win Keith back?”
Mickey inched closer. He held Ian’s chin. Broke into a smile. “To show him what a big mistake he made.”
This time, the kiss was only about the two of them. Fuckin’ finally.
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Hey. Is this thing on?
Gallagher’s been doing an okay job telling this story, but now it’s my turn. And none of that past-tense, passive bullshit. I’ll tell you everything the moment it happens, okay?
You’re gonna witness every mile, every pit stop, every tacky decision my ex makes for this wedding. His abysmal choice in groom. Some godawful silver balloon arch. Those lime-flavored vodka Jell-o squares he loves so much.
Damn, I can’t wait to see the scowl on Keith’s face when Ian and I start playing tonsil hockey on the dance floor.
We’re gonna fuck some shit up.
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It’s seven AM. I’m camped outside Hank’s Body Shop drinking coffee-colored swill.
Ian’s beside me, giving me bedroom eyes, running his fingers up my arm. He’s tempting as fuck.
Hank unlocks the door and lets us in. “Knew you’d be waitin’.”
I spot Ian’s car, nod toward it. “What’s the damage?”
“Her bones are good, but you’re looking at three grand in parts and labor. I have an opening on October first.”
“October? That’s six weeks from now.”
Hank shrugs. “You can tow her somewhere else. No skin off my teeth.”
Ian eyes darken, and not in a sexy way.
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Look, I’ve learned a lot about Gallagher in the past day. If he says he’s gonna do something, he will.
We’re definitely getting to Nashville.
He’s got about eighty tabs up on his phone. “Ubering is ridiculously expensive. A rental car’ll surcharge me because I’m not twenty-five.”
“You’re not?”
“Not until next May.” Ian doesn’t even look up. “Greyhound leaves at 11:30. What time’s the wedding?”
“Six.”
“Guess we’re taking the bus.”
I fucking hate this idea. Ian can tell. He grabs me by the waist. “We can cuddle the whole way there.”
Okay, maybe I fucking love this idea.
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We leave the car behind. Leave the body shop behind. Check out of the motel, leave it behind.
All I’ve been doing lately is letting things go. Releasing the goddamn trapeze wire and falling without a net.
My ex is the hardest fucking thing to let go.
Ian and I sit in the back seat of a cab, on our way to the bus station. He holds my hand, simply. “This is the first time I’ve seen your shoulders relax.”
He's a six-foot-high, freckly-armed godsend. It's easier to let go when a motherfucker like that is waiting to catch you.
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The bus trip passes in a blur. I’m lost in a tangle of Gallagher limbs. He touches my forehead, cups my cheek, kisses me every minute on the minute.
After all the shit we’ve gone through, the ride feels too easy. Roadblocks are easy to rally against. But when the path is clear, doubt creeps in.
We pull into Nashville Station at four o’clock. It’s sunny. The air smells like Keith.
He’s probably putting on his tux and double-checking the flowers right now.
I’ve been obsessed. I haven’t taken a moment to breathe.
Fuck.
Am I doing the right thing?
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I shove down my hesitation, because fuck Keith. If I want to crash his party, I’ll do it with a wrecking ball.
Ian and I step out of an Uber, bleary-eyed. The white chapel sits in a commercial strip, bathed in neon.
There’s two pink birds dressed in tuxedos mounted out front. I rip one from the grass. “Goddamn flamingos, man. That was supposed to be our thing.”
A man greets guests at the chapel steps. “Thank you for coming, thank you ah-very much.” Rhinestones. Bell bottoms. Sunglasses.
I can’t handle this shit. “He’s having fucking Elvis officiate his wedding?!”
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I’m ready to find out what kinda froufrou shindig my ex is throwing. I’m gonna bust in his skull the second he vows himself to that prick Logan Covington.
Only … I haven’t moved yet.
Ian sets his hand on my neck. He touches a muscle that calms my whole goddamn body. “Hey, there’s a pizza place around the block. You up for it?”
I blink. “Bustin’ this up isn’t going to help anything, is it?”
He shakes his head.
Fuck. That voice of reason finally takes hold. “Pizza it is, then.”
The moment we turn, I hear a voice. “Mickey?”
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Keith’s tux is perfect. His hair is perfect. “What’re you doing here? H-how are you?”
“Me? I don’t have a care in the goddamn world.”
He’s got candles in one hand and hideous flowers in the other. He pauses, like there’s no fucking sense hiding what’s going on. “I’m dying to know what you’re thinking.”
Well, fuck, I am, too. Because I didn’t plan this far. This whole trip’s been fueled by spitfire and rage. Now here we stand, face-to-face, and I’m torn between revenge and the strong freckled hands of my Uber driver.
I open my mouth to speak.
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I can’t find the right words. My mouth works on autopilot. I turn my head and lay the biggest goddamn kiss on Ian. His body tenses, then he melts into it like we’ve been doing this shit for years.
I forget that Keith’s there. Elvis fades away. The chords of the practicing organist fade away.
I pull back slowly, staring at Ian.
“Um, hello?” Keith waves.
“Ian and I are gonna grab some grub. Maybe check out that haunted Nashville tour. Have fun with whatever bullshit you’re doing today.”
I don’t care how petty I sound.
I’m finally fuckin’ free.
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Please comment on this article on Yahoo.
@renewasacrew
I often see these articles on yahoo and MSN, and I’m usually the only commenter! Not a good sign. Or I’ve even seen a couple of goofs slamming the “woke” show 🙄🙄🙄🙄 or Taika.
we need to show mass interest!
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The Old Web part 1: Neocities and Geocities
Today I discovered the Old Web movement.
As a 2003 kiddo I was not an internet user in the late 90s and early 2000s when the "old internet" was at its height. But I recently discovered that there lies a place beyond our Twitters and Instagrams of the present. Deeper into the internet there is a thriving community of personal, amateur-coded, not-for-profit websites, many of which are hosted on Neocities.
But before we can really get into neocities, we must talk about it's ancestor geocities. Geocities was created in 1994 by David Bohnett and John Reznor to be a website-hosting service and a way to discover people's personal websites. In 1999 it was bought out by yahoo! (the destroyer) at a time when it was the third most popular website on the whole internet. Yahoo! changed a bunch of shit, forgoing the "cities" aspect of grouping together websites of a certain theme so that people can discover websites related to their interests. Yahoo! instead wanted to focus on using the person's yahoo! usernames in the URLs. This is one of the first of MANY times that corporations will ruin things on the internet for the sake of profit.
Yahoo! eventually decided geocities wasn't profitable enough, even after the website had added advertisements, paid premium benefits (which screwed over people who didn't pay), and a geocities watermark on every website it hosted that you couldn't remove. Geocities was killed by yahoo! in 2009.
Shortly after the website was announced to be shutting down Internet Archive (bless them) and a few other groups made it their mission to archive the geocities websites that would otherwise be wiped from the internet forever. These campaigns were widely successful.
After geocities was gone, there was now a niche to fill. Neocities sprung up four years later, taking its place. In 2023 it boasts over 600,000 websites being hosted on its platforms. It has links to people's personal websites, a webcomic where a cat teaches you HTML, and many guides to making your own website.
The community of custom website owners is alive and well, equipped with HTML knowledge, friendship, a healthy dose of nostalgia, and their own manifesto. They believe in the idea that the internet was better before everything was dictated by profit, algorithms, and efficiency. I'll get more into the community aspect in part 2.
#neocities#geocities#old web#webcore#internet#internet history#internet culture#textpost#90s internet#00s internet#old internet
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happy birthday Okinawa Awamo(utau) and akita neru(fanloid) !!!!!!!!!!!! [nov 1]
awamo
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Okinawa Awamo is a japanese synth developed by SSS LLC.. she is voiced by Koga Aoi and illustrated by Edomura Ninico. 2 demo songs were released for awamo on 31 may 2017, and an article on vocaloidnews.net about her release was published on 2 jun 2017, which says she was released "last week". i feel like demo songs are usually released before the banks themselves so i am assuming she was released on 1 jun 2017 then ? however, 2 jun 2017 was a friday so it would not have been the next week, so im probably wrong. i unfortunately cant find a release date listed for awamo though. awamo is 13yo and her character birthday is on 1 nov. she enjoys fishing. awamo features in the "zunda horizon" anime.
akita neru is a fanloid introduced in 2007. she is illustrated by Smith Hioka. nerus voice is usually created through the use of miku or rin. according to the fanloid fandom wiki there is a bit of confusion around nerus exact origins, so they give information from the vocaloid fandom wiki, vocaloid otaku forums, and danbooru wiki. i recommend reading that all on there to get all the details but ill summarise the parts that seem most consistent. on 17/18 oct 2007 images of hatsune miku stopped showing up in searches on google and yahoo!japan. this brought about anger from 2chan users and started rumours of an "anti-Miku campaign" being the cause of this. many users however, tried to put the fire out and insulted vocaloid fans. these users were said to be working for the company den2, trying to "censor" miku, and were recognised as using cellphones to do so (this is where neru gets her phone from). neru was created as a personification of these posters. on 1 nov 2007 smith hioka released nerus design. on 1 apr 2008, cfm adopted neru as an official derivative of miku. neru is 17yo and 150cm tall. her name comes from phrases that the supposed puppets of den2 were using, those being "get bored"(akita) and "go to bed"(neru)
#bday#vocal synth#vocal synthesizers#vocal synths#vocalsynth#vocalsynths#utauloid#utau#utaus#utauloids#fanloid#fanloids#pitchloids#derivative character#derivative#pitchloid#akita neru#neru akita#okinawa awamo#awamo okinawa#sss llc#november#nov 1
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Getting Out in Front on Antisemitism
A few weeks ago, when the New York City Council was debating a resolution combating antisemitism, we had a bit of awkwardness when various lefty groups (and a few lefty councilmembers) expressed concern about aligning themselves with the undeniably right-wing actors who were the primary movers behind the underlying campaign. Six councilmembers ultimately declined to vote for the resolution, resulting in some absolutely expected negative headlines and bad press as the right seized the opportunity that fell into their laps.
In response to that own-goal, I wrote the following:
Look: Brooke Goldstein is an undeniably toxic actor. I totally get why a progressive wouldn't want to touch anything she's within ten feet of. But here's the thing: you don't *have* to wait for her to draft an anti-antisemitism resolution. You can draft your own!
NYC progressives have nobody to blame but themselves that they let Goldstein get out in front of them. If you don't want to vote for "her" res, write and submit your own first. Who knows, maybe [Republican city councilwoman Inna] Vernikov will pale at associating with you and you can turn the screws on her a bit!
But if you aren't writing these resolutions and you aren't frontloading the fight against antisemitism, you can't get too chippy that other people fill in the gap you've left. It's a problem entirely of your own making.
As the day of the Biden administration's big antisemitism action plan rollout comes to a close, doesn't it feel nice to be on the right side of that lesson?
The Biden administration didn't wait on antisemitism. It didn't hold back, it didn't stay quiet and do nothing until some Matt Gaetz style yahoo created a "plan to fight antisemitism" that they had to reject while awkwardly insisting that of course they oppose antisemitism but they just can't oppose it this way.
The Biden administration wrote their own plan, on their own initiative, in their own words. And what was the result?
An array of Jewish organizations from the left to the center-right echoed those sentiments in welcoming the plan with enthusiasm, marking a change from recent weeks in which they had been split over how the plan should define antisemitism. Still, a handful of right-wing groups blasted the strategy, saying that its chosen definition of antisemitism diluted the term.
The Jewish left seems happy. I've seen naught but praise from groups like the JDCA, J Street, JFREJ, and so on. The Jewish center seems happy. The ADL and AJC clearly are taking this as a win. The Conference is happy. Groups like JIMENA are thrilled that the document expressly acknowledges and represents Sephardic and Mizrahi Jews. A rapid consensus has already emerged across a broad swath of the American Jewish community that this document is an example of true allyship from the White House.
And the right? Well now it's their turn to feel uncomfortable. They're still trying to stomp their feet about Nexus getting 15 words of modest praise. They're awkwardly trying to figure out how handle MAGA darling Rep. Lauren Boebert (R-CO) calling the proposed campaign against antisemitism a means of "go[ing] after conservatives" and comparing it to Soviet repression. They're on their heels, reeling from the fact that the biggest national program to fight antisemitism is being conducted and they're struggling to even board the train.
Right now, the fight against antisemitism is a coalition of left and center, with the right bickering on the sidelines. It's not just a win for the Jews (though it is), it's a great political coup as well. And it's all because the Biden administration took the very simple step of getting out in front.
Learn that lesson, and learn it well.
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love equation | childe smau
meet the ass shakers! [ masterlist ]
all of them are part of teyvat high school’s student council (how the school hasn’t been burned down yet, i don’t know).
ajax tartaglia childe: he’s the public relations officer. his friends were like “put your big mouth to good use” so he ran for the position. while he is extremely helpful with the student council duties, he’s mostly there for the big amount of gossip he gets.
zhongli: the president of the council and everyone’s crush wtf. he doesn’t believe it himself too. while he is kind and thoughtful, if you ever confess to him, you would almost always end up being brushed off (still politely). he’s extremely out of everyone’s league, worlds away from you.
diluc: diluc is the council’s treasurer, being trustworthy and reliable he was naturally elected (he had a lot of money too). it’s already 2022 and he’s still using yahoo for his email stuff but was coerced to making a gmail one because kaeya bullied him enough.
kaeya: diluc’s brother who claims to be the better ragvindr. he’s one of the batch representative who charms lower grade levels just so he can cut the line at the cafeteria.
thoma: head of the student activities committee! takes his job seriously so don’t mess with him if you don’t want to turn into his dog’s rag doll. he’s oddly melancholic though, but that’s probably because he’s going to study in a literal different continent for college.
ayato: the head of the student elections committee. he’s in charge counting the votes and helping the candidates to campaign during the election period. thinks it’s the best position because after the elections, he doesn’t really have much to do the entire school year.
embarrassed by your five year (and counting) long crush on zhongli, you suddenly claim you have a boyfriend. there enters childe, your crush's best friend and the one who'll either save your ass or report you to the police for harassment. or in which caught up in a lie, you had no choice but to kiss the closest person next to you.
FEATURING: childe x reader, slight zhongli x reader
TAGLIST: yet to be added. (send an ask if interested!)
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Steddie (stranger things) omo shipping meme
This is a kink thing, folks, discussion ppl desperate to pee.
dldr
I love running through this series of questions when I’m all fired up on a “new” ship. I’m a multi shipper here as well, but I’ll start with these two yahoos, Steve and Eddie (some qs I approach as if Steddie are a couple in the future and living together, and some I stick more closely to canon for)
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Who gets desperate because they didn’t want to get up from a video game/work/other activity
This is definitely more likely to be an Eddie move– hyperfocus can be a bitch, man. I can see him reading or especially working on a campaign or music and just putting it off or even not noticing until someone else, maybe Steve, sitting across the room, like, notices the quality of the bounce has changed and totally clocks it as Eddie-has-to-pee instead of the normal Eddie-finding-the-right-stimulation-threshold. Maybe Steve would pop over with a drink, or maybe he made himself a sandwich and did one for Eddie as well, so he intentionally interrupt Eddie’s focus which, like, normally he wouldn’t… but in a case like this he’d do it intentionally, “Hey babe, I made some for me, you want some too?” and Eddie jolts out of it, comes back to the world, accepts whatever Steve was giving him, and then Oh-So-Casually scoots rapidly towards the bathroom.
Can also see, like, Eddie hyperfocusing on a day when he’s home and Steve’s at work, only for Steve to come home and interrupt and Eddie to realize he’s Absolutely Desperate.
In neither case do I see him actually really wetting himself, not unless they play these games.
Now Steve… I can definitely see Steve specifically having had close calls or incidents related to sports? Like, many an athlete has many a time pissed themselves, or peed right off the field etc because they are SO well hydrated and sometimes it just is like that.
But then again, that’s “can’t” stop the activity more than it is “don’t want to”
Who insists they can hold it even when they can’t
Either. I can see Eddie more often being the one, like, not in tune with what his body is up to and getting into a tight spot and then doubling-down bluffing about it… but i can see either one of them getting, like, competitive about it, not willing to be the one who admits he’s gotta pee first… or imbibing substances that mess with his control… i especially can see Drunk!Former-Frat-type Steve forgetting that he broke the seal and not remembering he’s not gonna be able to hold it, etc, but trying to bluff his way through anyway
By the same token, can see high!eddie having nooooooo idea how bad hes gotta pee, really.
Who pees in a bottle because they didn’t want to leave their warm bed at night
Oh absolutely either one.
Steve maybe doesn’t do it as much, was less in the habit when he lived in his parent’s pristine house, or when the likelihood of having a girl over was high, wouldn’t want to miss something like that and have a potential partner find it…
And def after they are together, if one catches the other at it, he’s gonna give him good-natured shit about it, but yeah. No big deal.
Who doesn’t pay attention to their fluid intake
Steve, maybe, if he’s drinking alcohol (otherwise, he’s more likely to just Always Be well hydrated, less “not paying attention” and more “always shooting for hydrated, even if that means peeing a lot more”)… but Eddie probs more normally, vacillating wildly between over and under hydrated.
Who has the larger bladder
I can see arguments for either, steve has to pee a lot, but that’s cuz he’s usually well hydrated. Can see that either resulting in him Not holding as much, cuz always peeing, or holding plenty, just, there’s always plenty to hold…
And I can see Eddie with a monster bladder cuz he’s always putting it off, and therefore always holding… or the opposite, especially if he’s bad about, like, drinking water, and it usually drinking, like, coffee or other things that are stimulants/diuretics/bladder irritants.
Who is more likely to have a shy bladder
I think it could be fun to write either one that way… but of the two, probs more likely Eddie. He’s a more baseline-anxious type to begin with… and I think athletics to the degree Steve has participated are very likely to cure anyone of that– when you gotta, then you gotta, and you gotta take every opportunity, even when you’re packed in with a bunch of other athletes and there’s maybe not much privacy
Who will only use an appropriate facility
I don’t think either would care, really. Steve has definitely pissed in some “convenient” places during/after games, or in folks’ backyards during parties, but also i bet Eddie has pissed in the woods in particular many a time.
If we gave either one a shy bladder, that could be a component, but i don’t think it much is if we’re trying to be canon compliant.
More likely to have a holding kink
I want to say eddie, who i think is more likely to be kinkier in general/aware of his kinks.
But steve, between the athletics, the drinking at parties, the general competitiveness, and the fact that he definitely definitely has had a great deal MORE sex than eddie– it’s entirely possible, that if he had one he would also have figured it out.
Who challenges the other to a holding contest
Either. They’re competitive. Actually, maybe it’s a comment/dare/etx from Robin or one of the kids.
How would each react to having and accident
Lol depends on how sober they are and or if there are extenuating Upside down shenanigans.
I can see eddie being embarrassed/humiliated maybe? If it was, like, sober in company or while he was trying to be cool or smth. Like maybe if it was Steve catching him coming out of a hyperfocus sesh and he doesn’t make it, maybe then he’d be embarrassed, especially if they were dating and hadn’t been that long.
But if he’s in an altered state and/or really after all the shit they’ve been through, idk that he would care that much.
Similar for steve, like, if it were to happen somehow like on a date or smth, some situ where he was trying to be Cool Steve, maybe he’d b embarrassed about it. Maybe if it happened during sex, where he prides himself on always giving a Good Time… maybe then he’d be bothered… but otherwise, nah. Again, intense athletics + altered states + the upside freaking down, who gives a shit.
How would each react to the other being desperate/having an accident
I mean, with horniness in anything I write. But otherwise…
So if Eddie’s in the pickle, genuine stressed about whether he’s gonna make it/or in the aftermath, Steve’s gonna be good about it (in the later seasons, might have been a real Ass earlier). He’s gonna do his best to get Eddie wherever he’s got to go, or find him a bottle, or encourage him to piss on a tree or whatever, the fuck does anyone care about it. Clothes wash.
He might tease some, definitely if this is pre-established kinky game stuff for them, but he’s gonna do his best to make Eddie not feel bad/keep other folks from knowing, etc.
In the reverse situ, Eddie would definitely come out of the gate making fun, but he’d shift Very quickly into being genuinely helpful/trying to make Steve laugh about it (even if laughing isn’t exactly ideal, lol)
Who is more likely to wet because of anxiety/fear
Probs eddie. If steve was prone to that, it would have come up almost certainly when Robin mentioned it in the bathroom at Starcourt.
Plus eddie just reads as a nervier dude in general. Dunno how likely, but he’d def be more likely
Who is more likely to wet deliberately
Either if part of some kinky game, steve if during a fight or smth when he knows there’s no point devoting any more brainspace to it (like sometimes in athletics), Steve maybe also more generally (probs again in context of drinking etc) more when they are living at home, partly because he’s not gonna worry so much about ruining his clothes/shoes? Like, not that eddie wears real fancy stuff, but sometimes maybe he does, and especially steve has an empty house with built-in washer dryer and eddie Shares a small space with his uncle and likely does laundry elsewhere.
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No hold on I want to actually talk about this.
So this is what it took?
Bruh. Buddy. Pal. Friendo. My dude. Your marginalized users - especially but not even close to limited to transfem and Black bloggers - have been telling you that this is a problem for the ENTIRE time you've been here. It's been a problem since the early days. One of the things we're most ashamed of about this site has been how the modern form of callout posting - that is to say, making personal beef public to spin mass harassment as "self-defense" - basically originated here.
...I joked, just a few days before you decided that the Law of Holes is for wusses, that it seemed like the only way to make you recognize that this kind of shit is a problem would have been to mass-report something like the staff blog or some other official account and let you or someone high on the food chain be personally inconvenienced by the inherent flaws of the system, and here you are just...saying out loud that yeah being personally affected by the issue is what it took. You love to say that you listen to users. We've been telling you for YEARS that your system enables more harassment than it prevents. We have been telling you FOR YEARS not only is it easy to overwhelm people with hate to the point of making the site unusable, but that the automated part of your reporting system is easy to abuse to get people taken down arbitrarily and your human moderators are at best undertrained when it comes to spotting bias and harassment campaigns and/or so overworked that they're making obvious mistakes and barely acting as more than an extension of the machine, and at worst actively and intentionally more sympathetic to bigoted harassment mobs than their victims. You're only realizing it now. It wasn't even on the roadmap before. Hell, your predecessors at Verizon were legally ordered to get this shit fixed; you took on that responsibility when you bought the site! And now you're just saying...you never even considered it?
Sir, your lawyers are probably getting liver damage for how heavily you're driving them to drink.
Sir. You are on the internet. With all due respect? People are dicks on the internet. Part of your JOB is mitigating that. Part of your JOB is setting a line in the sand, that is in the same place for everyone INCLUDING YOU, enforcing it fairly and equally to the best of your ability, and...yes, putting up with what gets through or falls on the "just a strongly-worded complaint" side of that line. If you can't fucking handle that then don't buy a fucking blogging-social media hybrid site.
Let's circle back to what you said about death threats. You know what? I don't doubt that you've gotten a few real ones. I don't doubt that you've gotten a good few messages along the lines of "I'll show you what a REAL death threat looks like, still afraid of silly little car-hammer imagine spots?" - because I've been on this site, actually engaging with the community, long enough to know how people act when there's a villain of the week. But can you tell the difference between those and...people just being rude about our anger and frustration that you're refusing to DO YOUR JOB THAT YOU PAID FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF? Because your track record, especially over the past few days, says otherwise my guy.
And you're seriously threatening to just delete the site over it? Congratulations on well and truly cementing your transformation from "a bit out of touch but the best leadership we've had since before the Yahoo takeover" to "early 2000s forum admin throwing a temper tantrum." Great job!
In conclusion: sir, please stop digging.
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Good news from Italy!
Bravissimo to the lawyers who represented the couple in their fight.
Toronto couple wins lawsuit against Italian government for 'offensive use of their image'
One of the happiest moments of Toronto couple Frankie Nelson and BJ Barone's life turned into a nightmare. Seven years later, they have found solace. By: Corné van Hoepen
One of the happiest moments of Toronto couple Frankie Nelson and BJ Barone's life turned into a nightmare when a far-right political party used a photo of them hugging their newborn son in an anti-surrogacy campaign in Italy.
"You can see in the moment of the photo that it was a culmination of all my dreams coming true," Nelson said in an interview with Yahoo Canada .
The photo shows an emotional moment captured shortly after Nelson and Barone welcomed their son Milo into the world in 2014 via surrogate. Caught up in the haze of new parenthood, the couple didn't think much of photographer Lindsay Foster's request asking if she could post the photo on social media.
The new parents agreed, and shortly after, Nelson received a call from a friend saying the photo had gone viral and garnered hundreds of thousands of views.
While the pair received an outpouring of love from around the world, in an unexpected twist, the photo was slapped onto an anti-surrogacy campaign without their consent by right-wing Italian political party Fratelli d’Italiain 2016, Nelson said.
Italy's now-ruling party — the FdI won the country's 2022 election, led by Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni — has been ordered to pay Barone and Nelson 10,000 euros each for “offensive use of their image,” seven years after the ordeal began.
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