#Tede

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Llegó el momento de hacer cambios porqué nos gusta hacer cambios nos gusta arriesgar … por 2 años era Nerea la presidenta ( una terremoto que se dejaba la vida por nosotros la que estaba defendiéndonos a capa y espada sin importar él que dirán ) esa es ella una guerrera GRACIAS POR TODO !

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It hurts right there

Tunblr.com not letting me post tiddes so here a censored version.

Happy sinday.

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OF/MD College Rowing AU

Hi guys, this has been in the works for MONTHS and I finally finished it. It’s my new AU based on my own experience from college 😁 special shout-out to @peach-plumb-pear2 , @softersteve and @sniffles-and-tickles for letting me brainstorm with them! I really hope you like it. I have the whole AU fully flushed out and have more coming hopefully.

Summary: Ed gets sick but comes to practice anyways. Stede tries to usher him home and get him the rest and meds he needs. ((Originally for Sicktember prompt - the only place we’re going is the pharmacy))

OH! And also Stede has the kink 😈

Word Count: 1.85k

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The annoying yet rhythmic quack of Apple’s “Duck” alarm tone pierced through the air, awaking 22 year old Stede Bonnet from his sleep. He didn’t need to look at the clock to know it was 5:15am - the same time his alarm went off every weekday.

He groaned, desperately wanting to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but the guilt of his teammates practicing without him won once again. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and rubbed at his head before walking over to his dresser. He pulled out some basketball shorts and a tattered old tee shirt to put on under his jacket.

He opened his door a crack and called out, “Lucius?”

“Yes yes, I’m up…” came a grumbled reply from his roommate, who emerged from the bathroom, also wearing workout clothes and a jacket.

“Oh good! Thought I’d have to wake you again.” He smiled, bending down to lace up his athletic shoes.

“Tell me again why you got me to sign up for this.” Lucius quipped sarcastically.

The younger man liked to complain about the early morning wake up calls and physical labor, but he was actually quite good at the sport, teammates not letting him leave.

“You know you like it Lucius. Let’s go.” Stede grabbed their apartment key off the table and the two boys headed out the front door.

Lucius shivered as the cool autumn air hit his bare legs. The turning of the seasons meant a crisp chill in the mornings and evenings. It was still dark out, stars speckling the sky.

It was roughly 5:40 now. Practice started at 6am and they had a ten minute walk to get there. The college was nice enough to let the rowing team use the abandoned basketball stadium for practices (since the basketball and volleyball teams got a newly renovated one on the other side of campus). When they weren’t out on the water in the reservoir, they were doing land practice here at this ungodly hour.

The two walked in content silence, both still waking up. When they got inside the court, Lucius almost immediately split off from Stede to go and sit with Pete, who was fixing his shoes in the corner. Most other teammates were either talking or stretching, waiting for the clock to hit 6 for morning warm-ups.

Stede scanned the room before a voice came out behind him.

“If you’re looking for Ed, he’s on the bleachers. Pretending not to be under the weather.”

It was the team’s coxswain, Izzy, a 25 year old grad student and Ed’s good friend and roommate.

“Oh! Good morning, Izzy!” Stede chirped, “Under the weather??”

Izzy rolled his eyes and walked away, Stede growing more concerned as he spotted his friend sitting on the bleachers.

Ed was normally full of energy, bouncing around the room and giving people shit. But today, he was in sweatpants and a hoodie, leaning his head in one hand and scrubbing at his nose with the sleeve of the other.

Stede looked at his watch. 5:55. They had a few minutes before the co-captains had to start practice. The blonde walked over and plopped himself down next to Ed. Up close, he noticed the older man’s eyes were red and wet, in a similar condition to his nose.

“Ed have you been crying?” Stede asked.

“No, but I have been snFF! sneezing…” as if on cue, he brought the sleeves of both his hands up over his face. “T’sssSHIEW! Hh- h’tschIYUE!”

Stede’s heart fluttered. He always sneezed a bit dramatically like this - higher pitched at the end in a way that was very fitting for Ed. But these seemed more desperate than usual.

He pulled a tissue out of his hoodie pocket and blew his nose into it. When he noticed Stede eyeballing him, he paused, mumbling over the tissue. “Grown’d men can carry tissues Stede.”

“I know!” Stede felt bad for staring, “Are you under the weather?”

“N’do. Who told you that? Izzy??” Ed spotted the man across the court and flipped him off. “I’m okay Stede.”

Stede wasn’t quite buying it but knew Ed could be stubborn when he wanted to be, so he chose to let it be for now.

“Alright gang, it’s 6! Let’s hit our 3 laps and then warm ups!”

They all looked on, waiting for Ed to say something as co-captain.

“You heard the man! Fucking move it!” Ed added before hopping down and joining them in the laps around the court.

When they’d finished running, they formed lines. One behind Ed and one behind Stede. They took turns going back and forth across the court, doing high knees, crossovers, lunges, and other stretches.

By 6:10 they’d heard announcements from the coaches and were onto the meat and bones of the workout. Ed’s group was starting with body weight workouts on one half of the court and Stede’s group started off on the ergs. At 7am they would switch.

This was something they did every day - it wasn’t new by any means, but today Ed just felt bone tired. By the time 7 rolled around, he just wanted to lie down.

He grabbed his water bottle and took a sip before coughing into his elbow and patting his chest. Stede walked over, having just hopped off the erg. “Okay there?”

Ed cleared his throat, “M’okay. Probably just tired - eht’schYUE!”

“Bless you.” Stede choked out as casually as possible.

“Thanks mate.” Ed clapped a hand on Stede’s back as he made his way to the ergs as they switched.

When the second round of workouts ended, the team gathered together to do their 1 minute of jump squats before practice officially ended. Ed looked pale and sweaty, slowly making his way over to collect his things.

“Think you’re right Stede. I feel sick.” Ed rubbed at his temples and closed his eyes. “Might skip my classes today.”

“You’re missing the fundraiser tonight?”

“Pfff! No! When did I say that?” Ed chuckled, remembering the annual fundraiser dinner that the team had scheduled today.

“Ed, if you’re too sick for class you shouldn’t be at the fundraiser.” Stede said gently.

“Then I think I’m feeling better actually. Save me a seat in Economics yeah?”

Stede nodded, feeling bad for mentioning the fundraiser. Now Ed thought he had to power through the day if that meant he could make an appearance at the event.

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Stede was thankful that he had time to go back to the apartment and shower before he had morning classes. He was also feeling thankful that Ed was able to do the same. Both of their first classes of the day was Economics 400.

As usual Stede was there early, having had time to pick up two teas at the campus cafe on his way there. He sat towards the back with his backpack in the seat next to him.

A chesty cough made Stede (and a few others) look up and towards the door. Ed walked in, showered and in a different hoodie and joggers. He waved to Stede as the younger man moved his backpack for Ed to sit.

Ed slumped into the seat, dropping his bag on the floor and resting his head in his arms. Stede frowned as he coughed again.

“How are you feeling, Ed?”

Ed groaned in response. “I feel… hih! N’xxTCH! T’schiew!” He turned his head slightly to muffle the sneezes into his hoodie. “Feel like shit mate.”

“Bless.” Stede held out the second paper cup to his buddy, “Brought you a tea with seven sugars. Might help your throat?”

Ed picked his head up slightly and smiled, “Thag’ks.”

As he was taking a sip, Stede noticed the haze to his eyes and slight flush spread across his cheeks. Before he even knew what he was doing, Stede had leaned over and pressed a gentle yet firm hand on Ed’s forehead.

“Ed. You have a fever! You should be at home resting.”

Ed shrugged, “No, I need to be here so I can go to the fundraiser tonight.”

“The only place you’re going is the pharmacy.” Stede stood up and swung his bag over his shoulder, “Come on. I’ll take you.”

The older man was skeptical at first, but eventually stood up, grabbing his own bag and his tea before following Stede out of the classroom.

They were lucky there was a small grocery store right across the street from campus, by the duplex Ed and Izzy were renting out. Stede grabbed a small basket as they strode through the pharmacy section.

Stede stopped in the cold and flu aisle, perusing the different options. Ed stood next to Stede, leaning his head on Stede’s shoulder.

The younger man glanced over, gently tapping his head against Ed’s. “I got you daytime and nighttime meds. Cough drops. You need anything else?”

“Eh’tszzsh!” Ed snapped forward with the first sneeze, instinctually curing into Stede with the second, “K’itssch!”

Stede jumped from the shock. “B- bless you.”

Ed’s sneezes we’re becoming more tired sounding and less dramatic in nature. A sure fire sign that he really wasn’t feeling well.

“I’m so sorry Stede.” Ed started apologizing for sneezing against Stede’s chest. What Stede couldn’t say in the moment was that he actually liked it. A lot.

“It’s okay Ed. Let’s maybe grab some tissues?” He suggested, “And then we can get you home.”

Ed nodded and swiped at the underside of his nose. As Stede checked out, he thanked god for Ed living so close. The older man was very quickly taking a turn for the worse.

“I’ll pay you back for that stuff.” Ed mumbled weakly on the walk back towards the duplex.

“Don’t worry about it, Ed. I just want you to get better.”

When they got to the apartment, Ed dropped his backpack on the floor by the dining room table. Izzy’s stuff was gone. He was probably in class still.

Stede set the bag on the counter and started taking all the different medications out. When he turned around, Ed was face down on the couch.

“Ed. I really think you should take this before you pass out.”

Stede had been to Ed’s enough times to know where he kept his water cups. He filled up a glass of water and brought it over along with the daytime medicine.

“Shits fucking disgusting…” Ed grumbled into the cushions before propping himself up on an elbow to knock back the medicine and take a sip of water.

“Good job, now you can get some rest. Don’t worry about the fundraiser okay? I’m telling Izzy you’re staying home.”

Ed groaned behind closed eyes, already letting sleep claim him for the day. Stede smiled and draped the thin throw blanket over his crush.

“Sweet dreams, Ed.”

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judy grahn, from another mother tongue: gay words, gay worlds, 1984

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"Gruba kreska, długa kreska, pamiętam jak mówiłeś, że pierwsza leci na testa."

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TedEd - An Educator | An Animator | A Learner.

Animation for TED-Ed

Following on from my work for NOVA Labs in 2014, I was invited to make my first film for TED-Ed, the educational offshoot of the well known TED conferences, with their commitment to “Ideas Worth Spreading”. 

Several more films followed on subjects ranging trying, diverse as supernovas, clouds, and life on Mars. Supplied with a script and a voiceover recording, my responsibilities as animator include everything from design and storyboarding through to the final edit and sound design. These films are always a joy to make, as they are invariably on fascinating subjects, and they reach a wide audience. 

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A Little Change of Plans

Wrote a little Valentines Day fic for @softersteve who requested some College Rowing AU Stede getting love and attention. Please enjoy this soft little ficlet. ~KB

February 14th. A day that had previously been just another day now carried meaning for Ed Teach. Now that the feelings between him and Stede were publicly known, the pair had been going on more dates.

Presently, they had plans today for a picnic and then cooking dinner and having a quiet night in. It happened to be ski week at university, which meant everyone was either back home for the week or on vacation with their friends. Ed and Stede had both opted to stay on campus as neither really had any family to go home to.

Ed had woken up and gotten dressed in some nice trousers with a light pink button down shirt. He was ruffling his hair in the bathroom mirror for the fifth time when a ringing filled the room. His phone lit up with a photo of Stede.

“Hey Valentine.”

The 23 year old winced away from the phone as he was met with raspy coughing on the other end of the line.

“Stede? You alright mate?”

Ed pressed the button switching to FaceTime. After a brief pause, Stede’s face pops on screen in real time, and he looks awful.

While Ed is fully dressed, Stede is still in bed, hair a mess and skin paler than usual.

“Hey Ed. You look so dapper!!” Stede beamed through tired eyes.

Ed set the phone on the counter so he could a fashionable twirl before picking it back up.

Stede had looked off to the side, half frozen before bringing an elbow up to his face. “H’mPTSCH! … ehTSCHiew!!”

“Bless you twice!” Ed’s face dropped as he took in how awful Stede really looked. “Alright?”

“I’m actually quite ill, I’m afraid.” The younger man reached for a tissue to dab at his nose. “I think I’m going to have to rain check our date.”

Ed nodded, “I understand.”

“I’m so sorry!” Stede offered, before coughing again, “I really wanted to see you.”

“It’s okay, really. Just rest up yeah? I love you.”

“Love you too.” Stede gave a weak smile and then the call ended.

Ed frowned, gutted about the plans, but feeling even worse that Stede was so sick and all by himself. He took off the trousers and button down and changed into some grey sweatpants and a pink tee shirt. He pocketed his wallet and headed out the door.

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Two hours later, he was knocking on the door of the place Stede shared with Lucius. Lucius was back home with his family, but Ed knew Stede was present.

No sound came, and Ed was about to knock a second time when the door opened revealing a disheveled Stede. His blonde hair stuck up in every direction and his eyes were glassy as he scanned Ed.

“Edward!? What are you-?”

“Didn’t want you to be on your own… I brought you some stuff.” He mumbled, suddenly a bit embarrassed by the grand gesture. “Sorry… you probably wanted to be alone.”

“No no no.” Stede hushed, opening the door more and guiding Ed in by the small of his back. “Please come in.”

Ed followed Stede towards his bedroom, were the younger of the two climbed back into bed and wrapped his hoodie tighter around himself.

He perched on the edge of Stede’s bed and set down the little basket he’d been carrying.

“What have you got there?” Stede asked, nodding towards the basket.

“It’s just… some Valentine’s Day stuff.”

Ed started pulling things out one by one. A pink box of tissues, a bottle of red cough syrup, a zippy bag filled with some hastily decorated heart cookies, a pirate themed Valentine’s Day card, and a strawberry banana bottled smoothie.

Ed blushed as he looks up again to meet Stede’s gaze. The blonde was smiling from ear to ear, head tilted ever so slightly. He reached out to hold Ed’s hand. “This is all so thoughtful, Ed. Thank you.”

The two hugged for a decent amount of time until Stede had to pull back and turn away.

“ii’GSHhuu!” He sneezed rather desperately before a chesty cough bubbled up.

Ed held Steve’s arm, using his other hand to rub circles on Stede’s back. “Sounds like you’ve got the cold from hell, mate.”

“snff! It certainly feels that way.”

“My poor sick guy. Come here, love.”

Ed scooted closer to the head of the bed and leaned back, pulling Stede to rest his head on Ed’s chest. Ed ran a gentle hand through Stede’s hair, hand lingering on his forehead.

“You’re burning, babe.” Ed cooed.

“M’okay.” Stede mumbled, “Took some Tylenol before you got here. It should kick in soon.”

They lay in comfortable silence momentarily before the younger of the two groaned. “I’m sorry I ruined our Valentines Day plans.”

Ed pulled back to look at Stede. “You didn’t ruin anything. I wanted to spend time with you and here we are. This is exactly where I wanted to be.”

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Yes the red outfit is fire but might I take a moment of appreciation for THE FUCKING BLUE SHIRT AND BROWN PANTS WITH EARRING???

Jesus CHRIST I will never recover

STEDE'S OUTFITS IN THE S2 TEASER

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thinking about a lemonade stand run by girl scouts except instead of girl scouts its the U.S. government between the years of 1947-1956 and instead of lemonade its chocolate milk (that hates gay people)

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Just wanted to say this because I feel like not enough people know this, but the sentiment behind what is perhaps RuPaul's most famous quote was originally expressed by a queer socialist poet called Tede Matthews. Iirc RuPaul was trying to quote him and misquoted. The original quote was "We're all born naked, and anything anybody wears at any time is drag."

Here's a mini bio of Matthews from the Queer Cultural Center website.

"Tede Matthews (1951–93) is perhaps best known today as the curly redhead who breaks down gender roles and stereotypes in the 1977 documentary Word Is Out: Stories of Some of Our Lives. His life, art, and activism bridged many communities. He performed with the radical theater group Angels of Light, was a collective member of Modern Times bookstore, and was a founding member of the queer anti-war group LAGAI. He was also a self-identified socialist feminist and an AIDS activist. Tede was particularly passionate about his work in solidarity with anti-imperialist struggles in Central and South America. He organized projects in support of the people’s movement in Chile in the 1970s and the Sandinistas in Nicaragua in the 1980s. He was also a poet and organizer of countless literary events around San Francisco. Tede died of AIDS in 1993."

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