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I still kinda want to one day write a story featuring a small town that has two barbers - one of them is black and the other is white. The white one is the one who's specialised in doing afro texture hair, and the black one does straight and wavy texture white people hair. They're both self-taught, lifelong friends, and learned to cut hair by practicing on each other.

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Nicooo

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Chris argent x stiles stilinski x Peter hale fanfic rec pt 2

It’s always been you by TrickyFennec_Fox, 4,552 words and oneshot

Blemishes by PotatoeYoghurt, 10,677 words and oneshot

The worlds speediest speed date by LuckyBishop, 1,999 words and oneshot

My responsibility has found a place by ClareGuilty, 106,937 words and 26 chapters

Cause I’m a fucking mess sometimes by petersnarker, 9,423 words and 2 chapters

The bet by IsolatedInsolence, 9,566 words and oneshot

Drunken confessions by machiavelique, 704 words and oneshot

Lips are for biting by LuckyBishop 2,436 words and oneshot

That’s not my name by PotatoYoghurt, 3,111 words and oneshot

Told you (so) by Twisted_Mind, 332 words and oneshot

Soulmates at the argent bakery by rororowyourboat, 3,645 words and oneshot

Crystal tears ( face your fears) by dakota_sammy, 4,380 words and 2 chapters

L*** is a bad word by midmorning_bomb, 2,115 words and oneshot

Nowe poczatki by skathasm, 35,088 and 15 chapters

No strings attached by LivviBee, 16,951 words and 4 chapters incomplete

Coveted by WillowTroy, 110,667 words and 29 chapters

Strike a match by Inell, 1,380 words and oneshot

Warning: contents are under pressure by shey, 68,690 words and 11 chapters

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When Peter shows up to Talia's big reelection gala with a boy less than half his age, she is furious. How can he be so selfish and vain to parade this obvious hookup around while she is running for mayor?

When Peter brings the same boy to brunch with all higher ups in Beacon Hills and it turns out said twink is the sheriff's son, she just knows he's doing this to torment her, personally. However, the angle of the kid being a prostitute suddenly seems off the table.

When Peter brings the boy to Derek's wedding, she yells at Peter about it, because this hoax was going too far, she did not want his fling in their family pictures. And Peter has the audacity to be all calm and reasonable, telling her that Stiles knows Jordan from the station and Jordan invited the sheriff and his son, so Stiles would have been there anyway. He dares accuse her of making a scene.

When Peter brings Stiles home for Christmas, because the sheriff has to work, she doesn't even say anything anymore. She just refills her mulled wine and glares daggers at the back of Peter's head.

When Talia gets reelected as mayor, Stiles brings the most delicious brownies to the party and even shares the recipe with her when she asks.

When Peter has this big case that takes him to New York for months, Talia catches Stiles pulling up to the Hale House repeatedly just to leave again, like he was remembering that Peter wasn't there. After the third time, she goes to his apartment with a tray of brownies.

When Peter gets back from New York and wants to spend quality time with Stiles and he has to compromise that he doesn't get Stiles every day of the week because Stiles and Talia have a spa-weekend planned and it's Peter who glares daggers into Talia's head? Well, maybe she feels a little vindicated.

When Peter drags her and their brother to an expensive jeweler in Los Angeles because he can't pick a ring on his own, Talia feels silly for ever having taken Stiles as something personally designed to offend her, because really, she had never seen Peter fret this much or stare at anyone with that much love.

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When Talia announced her reelection campaign and told Peter, in no uncertain terms, to not embarrass her and he ran into the very very pretty and very very young sheriff's son while meeting a client at the sheriff's station, he'd followed an impulse in asking him out. He'd told Stiles, in no uncertain terms, that this was not a date and had the sole purpose of pushing Talia. The shit-eating grin and agreement he earned had been a bit of a surprise. It was the most fun he'd had in a long time and that had only been partially due to his sister's ire, the rest had all been Stiles' company.

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When Stiles had been asked out to prank the mayor of Beacon Hills, he'd, well, honestly he hadn't thought much of it beyond figuring he'd get fancy food, gorgeous company and maybe a kick out of it. He hadn't meant to fall in love. Neither had Peter though, so at least he wasn't the only one.

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Happy King's Day Dutchies!

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okay so walk with me here

imagine eddie "picking the juice" and finding queer joy, and he hasn't got the chance to like, bring it up to buck yet, but now he's back in LA and everything is so great and he's about to go on his first shift back with the 118 and life is great. UNTILL

they go on a call. buck-and-eddie, partners together, rolling up on the scene. It's some college students, and they crashed into a fire hydrant, and now there is water spraying everywhere. and eddie gets everyone out of the car, passing them to hen to check them over (they thankfully aren't very hurt) and now there's not much to do. and suddenly eddie catches buck in his veiw and holy fuck buck is so hot what

Buck, in his turnout pants but just his LAFD shirt underneith (exposing his mouthwatering biceps), backrounded by a full spray of water, calling ravi over with some tool to close the hydrant. ravi hands it to him, and his prevouisly mentioned biceps flex as he twists the cap of the hydrant closed. he smiles wide ("Sucess!!") and then puts the tool on the hood of the wrecked car. his shirt is SOAKED and clings to his sides. he runs a hand through his curls, before shaking his head, water droplets fanning out from his hair. his skin glistenes.

cut to eddie, red as the firetruck. jesus christ when did his best frenid get so comptent and good looking???? eddie is going to die. evan buckley and JUICE will be the fucking death of him. in the backround, hen and chim and rolling their eyes. bobby is watching and planning their wedding.

"god, my shirt is soaked," Buck comments, seemingly not noticing eddie's crisis. He grins, bright as the fucking sun. "i'll have to borrow one of yours when we get back to the station." a mental image flashes through eddie's head: Buck, with the word 'Diaz' streched between his huge sholder blades. Just walking around as if nothing is out of the ordinary with eddie's last name on him. Eddie tries to rember how fucking embarssing it would be if he passed out on the job becuse of his giant and apparent crush on buck. Oh he'd never live it down, swooning like that. Hen takes one look at Eddie's face and then starts cracking up. Of course, chim joins in, and even bobby lets a chuckle slip.

"What?" Buck says, grinning wildly. "What are we laughing at?"

yeah. eddie's fucked.

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Hey, look at me. Look at me. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: you need to condition yourself to being okay with being inconvenienced by things. The first time I spoke about this I meant it in a mental health way- it is good to go out to the store and see people versus just ordering alone at home- but there is another more pressing societal issue you should be more concerned about as well.

Any service you rely on for convenience can be weaponized against you the moment you begin to rely on it. Streaming used to be a cheap and convenient way to see movies at home. It is now exorbitantly expensive, you need multiple accounts just to get what you want, and any of those movies can be taken from you at any time. And unless you have gotten used to going through the “inconvenience” of owning physical media, you can do nothing about it. Same goes for buying things on Amazon. Same goes for any service like DoorDash etc. These companies WANT you to be reliant on them for convenience so they can do whatever they want to you because, well, what else are you gonna do?

Same thing goes for the uptick in AI. If you train yourself to become reliant on AI for doing basic things, you will be taken advantage of. It is only a matter of a couple years before there are no free AI services. Not only that, but in the usage of AI’s case, it is robbing you of valuable skills that you need to curate that you will be helpless without the moment the AI companies drive in the knife the way they have done with streaming. Delivery. Cable. Internet. Etc. It will happen to AI too. And if you are not practicing skills such as. Writing. You are not only going to be at the mercy of AI companies in the digital world, but you are going to be extremely easy to take advantage of in real life too.

I am begging you to let go of learned helplessness. I am begging you to stop letting these companies TEACH you helplessness. Do something like learn to pirate. It is way more inconvenient at the beginning, but once you know how, it is one less way companies can take advantage of you. Garden. Go to the thrift store (older clothes hold up better anyway). These things take more time and effort, yes, but using time and effort are muscles you need to stretch to keep yourself from being flattened under the weight of our capitalist hellscape.

Inconvenience yourself. Please. Start with only the ways you are able. Do a little bit at a time. But do something.

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?????? rich people are losing it

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Sun Tzu is so fucking funny to me because for his time he was legitimately a brilliant tactician but a bunch of his insight is shit like "if you think you might lose, avoid doing that", "being outnumbered is bad generally", and "consider lying."

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Hi TG Fandom!

Time for some more sad Jake!

Hangman is the asshole archetype and while I love that for him, I want him to have a subset of people who see him as the opposite. 

So, I raise you — a Hangman who is raising his siblings. 

I’m talking about Fiona Gallagher from Shameless levels of raising — just with a little more success and in the swamps of the Texas-Louisiana border. 

I'm talking about a Jake who had a terrible childhood and knew how bad they were starting off in the world, so he planted his feet and shoved those kids in front of him to get them farther down the line of success than him.

A Jake who was raising two one-year-olds, a ten-year-old, an eight-year-old and a five-year-old alone at fifteen because the system failed them. 

He eventually joins the Navy to feed them because he's out of options. 

But he does the thing — he gets one into art school, one into nursing, one into professional ball and finishes up with two teenagers who never ever doubt if they have someone in their corner. Because the youngest two, the twins and only girls, had their Jake to teach them to shave and use menstrual products and put on makeup when they were ready and if they wanted.

He taught all of them how to love and be loved with none of the experience himself. 

I need a Jake who broke it off with Bradley because the kids came first and he was scared that Bradley would reject them and the prospect of an “instant family”. 

I just… I need it. 

I need a Jake who takes off to save Mav and Bradley even when he has everything to lose. 

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My wife and I have a little game we play called "Speaking From Ignorance."

To play Speaking From Ignorance, all you need is a phone with a voice recorder, and another person who knows considerably more or considerably less about a topic than you do. The topic can be anything: from "how to bake a quiche" to "what happens in the Peter Jackson Hobbit movies" to "who is Florence Pugh" to "how does the traveling salesman problem work." All that matters is that one of you has a firm grasp on the material, and one of you absolutely the fuck does not.

Then the person who knows about the topic turns on the recorder, and says to the person who knows barely anything: "Hey - tell me everything you think you know about [X]."

The speaker is then not allowed to ask any questions. Nor is the expert allowed to volunteer any information. The expert is allowed to pipe up with a faintly incredulous "Oh--really? Do you--do you think so?" from time to time, but for the most part, the expert's job is just to sit there and make encouraging sounds while the speaker digs their own grave.

This is never not funny.

The reason you record it is because, very often, the first thing the speaker wants to do after finishing the recording is find out how you actually make a quiche, or whatever. Then you both get to go back and listen to how wrong they were.

We have a small library now of Speaking From Ignorance recordings, and I'm going to be listening to them until I'm eighty.

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i will never be over the fact that during first contact a human offered their hand to a vulcan and the vulcan was just like “wow humans are fucking wild” and took it

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So today I realized:

Ace: ~6'1" ~180lb ~20 years old

Marco: ~6'8" ~218lb ~43 years old

I knew there was obviously an age gap which I greatly enjoy thinking about and all that but I don't think I fully realized how much bigger Marco is than Ace.

I need more size difference fics. Ace huffing when Marco hauls him up off the ground without any problem after a spar. Or how big his hands are when he gently tugs Ace over to look at something cool or catches him when he falls asleep. No one tells him that sometimes when he falls sleep, Marco just hauls him up bridal style without any effort and takes him to his room.

More experienced Marco and nervous, fumbling Ace fics. Marco smiling as they kiss because he can tell Ace is nervous, small flames licking up his neck and along his jaw next to a pretty blush. The excitement is so cute though.

Marco wrapping Ace up completely in feathered flames and hiding him away. Especially after a close call or long periods of time apart. Grey eyes reflect the burning blue so pretty when he smiles up at Marco.

Marco getting the biggest fucking headache because of course he's interested in a 20 year old. Oh god. He's too old for this.

The crew having the greatest time with it because Ace is pretty, young, and oblivious and Marco is so obviously smitten.

I'm dying. Send fics

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