The Inflatable Bed Situation
I had no idea what to title is...but I might post it on ao3 later or something.
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After Mac and Dennis had sold the idea to Frank, they drove back to their apartment. As usual, Dennis was driving and Mac in the passenger side. "That went well, didn't it?" Mac exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah, I actually think it went alright," Dennis said and glances over to him. "We do have some more inflatables back at the apartment." Mac looks up and has an idea, unsure of what Dennis might think of it.
"Hey, man, we have some inflatable sofa beds at home. We could blow those up and test them." Mac hurriedly looks over at him and cannot read the other man's expression at all. The car stops as Dennis pulls into a parking spot.
"Yes, I know, but you'll be the one blowing it up, I'm not doing it. Also why would we need a sofa bed, we have our own beds, don't we?" Dennis raises his eyebrow and takes a look at Mac. Mac rubs his hand across his arm, trying to build up the courage, but it dawns on him he forgot something.
"Shit, Den I forgot my nuts in the car," Mac runs over to the car waiting for Dennis to unlock it. He puts the key into the car and turns the lock, the nuts still sitting perfectly in the passenger side.
"Goddamn it, you made a whole mess in my car. Can you at least eat them cleanly?" Dennis locks his car and looks back to Mac.
As the two men start walking to the apartment, Mac grabs a nut from the can. "Alright I will try, anyway, the thing I wanted to suggest was that we could sleep in the sofa bed together. I sort of have nightmares and haven't really told anyone." Dennis rolls his eyes where Mac can't see it. This was obviously some sort of ploy for him to get into bed with Mac. It definitely was an interesting plan, but they had two more of those beds so why not sleep in one each.
"We have more than one though," he eventually said as they entered their apartment.
"I know but if I have to keep blowing these up, it's going to take forever. And my lips will be all busted because of them," Mac takes another nut into his mouth.
"Fine, one night only, okay? And don't try anything funny, we will just lay there and sleep in the bed, alright?" Dennis remarks making sure that Mac understands.
"Okay thank you Dennis, I'll get to blowing it now."
"Yeah, you do that."
Mac walks over to where there is a deflated sofa bed and blows it up. It takes a good thirty minutes, before it's completely blown up and eventually he closes the small hole and puts the bed down. Without saying anything, Dennis walks into his room and grabs a comforter which he can put on the bed.
"Alright, well I think that solved it. I am almost ready for b--," Dennis stops his sentence as he's taking off his jeans and putting it at the end of the bed. "Alright, remember Mac, we're just laying here."
Mac nods and moves his arm to his side, maybe hoping that during the night Dennis will reach out to him. Dennis tries to sleep, but as Mac keeps snacking on nuts and wheezing, it is driving him insane. It's as if there is a squirrel in their bed.
"You know what, man, I can't do this."
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I would say that's where I would end it. I haven't written anything like fanfic etc. in literal ages and haven't written an essay in English for like two years. I am hoping it was alright, but this is what I imagined for them to have ended up in the living room in that bed.
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I love how on Tumblr, "media literacy" has become "Um, just because someone writes about this doesn't mean they're endorsing this. I hate all these media puritans ruining everything."
I'm sad to inform you that knowing when and whether an author is endorsing something, implying something, saying something, is also part of media literacy. Knowing when they are doing this and when they're not is part of media literacy. Assuming that no author has ever endorsed a bad thing is how you fall for proper gander. It's not media literacy to always assume that nobody ever has agreed with the morally reprehensible ideas in their work.
Sometimes, authors are endorsing something, and you need to be aware when that happens, and you also need to be aware when you're doing it as an author. All media isn't horny dubcon fanfic where you and the author know it's problematic IRL but you get off to it in the privacy of your brain. Sometimes very smart people can convince you of something that'll hurt others in the real world. Sometimes very dumb people will romanticize something without realizing they're doing it and you'll be caught up in it without realizing that you are.
Being aware of this is also media literacy. Being aware of the narrative tools used to affect your thinking is media literacy. Deciding on your own whether you agree with an author or not is media literacy. Enjoying characters doing bad things and allowing authors to create flawed or cruel characters for the sake of a story is perfectly fine, but it is not the same as being media literate. Being smug about how you never think an author has bad intentions tells me you're edgy, not that you're media literate. You can't use one rule to apply to all media. That's not how media literacy works. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Aheem heem. Anyway.
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I wish I could just. Do something, for once. Something substantial. Something that really helped someone I care about. Something that can make a big, immediate difference.
But I can't.
I just can't.
No matter how hard I try.
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After Angband, Maedhros had a complicated relationship with his hair for a long while. The thing he once used to cherish and carry with pride, inherited from the mother he had left behind, was now tainted with memories of unwanted attention and derogatory touch.
After his rescue, it had to be cut short for the sake of his recovery, and he could never quite figure out whether he was more hurt or relieved by the act. It was Fingon, during those times filled with anxiety and doubt and shame, who helped him learn to accept his own appearance again– from the stump of his right arm and the scars littered across his freckled body to the locks of copper hair, ever so slowly regrowing to their former glory.
And little by little, the lingering memories of malevolent hands harshly yanking at his scalp were replaced by the feeling of tender hands carefully braiding familiar golden ribbons into his hair, once again beloved.
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