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model!steve and voice actor!Eddie (part 3)

part 1 here | part 2 here | ao3 link here | the temp is up on this one so like... dni if under 18 pls

Eddie is a superstitious person, always has been. Avoids cracks in the sidewalk, refuses to walk under ladders. Says ‘bless you’ despite his lack of goddamn faith (well… scratch the god, keep the damn). That’s why, when Eddie wakes up at 11:11 that morning, he takes it as a sign. A good one too.

Okay yeah, it’s a little gross that he didn’t wake up until now. But he spent most of the night tossing and turning. A thirstfest visual loop of Steve Harrington jerking it to him. Or just his voice. Maybe both, but Eddie would be a conceited fuck if he were to ask for clarity on Steve’s preferred fantasies.

Look, he makes a lot of digs about his appearance because it’s harmless fun. In reality, Eddie is aware that he’s not an un-attractive person. Could he put a little more effort into his skincare routine so that it doesn’t peel off of him anytime he’s in direct sunlight? Sure. But his features are decent enough to get him matches on that dating app he used for exactly four days before deleting.

Steve, though… Steve is something conjured up by a young adult novelist - creating the dreamiest boytoy for the angsty yet endearing protagonist. Steve is that. He’s something from a fictional world of hotness. And somehow, he exists beyond coffee-stained manuscripts and bestseller lists.

He’s real. And Eddie Munson has a fucking date with him in exactly eight hours.

Holy shit.

It takes two hours for Eddie to decide on an outfit. He facetimes his audio engineer/closest friend after the first hour, because his room is starting to look like an M. Night Shyamalan adaptation of Grey Gardens.

“Show me the jean options again.” Chrissy’s tone is all business, staring intently on the other side of the phone screen.

They met at an escape room right outside of the city. After setting a record-breaking time at that location, they got to chatting and quickly discovered they were both in the audio production business.

Each of them lives the freelance lifestyle now. Highly ideal for their competitive escape room fixation.

Eddie holds up the three pairs of jeans. One pair is his favorite, well-worn and loose around his thighs, just how he likes them. The other two, are pairs that Chrissy bought for him last Christmas.

Lets just say… he only wears those when she’s offering to pay for dinner on their weekly hangouts.

She hums for a while, twisting her mouth side to side before speaking again. “The dark blue with the gray crew neck. Final answer.”

“These?” Eddie holds the skinny jeans up to his hip bones. He tugs on the waistband to show how very little movement will be possible in these pants. “My dick cannot breathe in these, Chris. It’s like you want me to embarrass myself on this date.”

“I’m doing you a favor.” She shrugs, concealing a smirk behind her water bottle as she takes a sip. “Those pants are so snug, he’ll have no choice but to get you out of them as soon as possible.”

“Are you insinuating that I put out on the first date?

“Absolutely not.”

“Good.”

“I’m insinuating you put it in on the first date.”

“How dare you.” Eddie points at his phone screen. Sucks in his laughter because yeah. Props. That was a good one. He can’t admit that though because no part of him wants to wear these boa constrictor jeans.

“You were just telling me how you fucked him with your words last night.”

“Fair. But I also explained that I was clearly possessed by the spirit of Blanche Devereaux.” Eddie slips out of his lounge tee, pulls over the one Chrissy picked out for him instead. “I swear, that woman had quite the knack for dirty lingo.”

Chrissy rolls her eyes and gives Eddie a halfhearted salute. “And that’s my exit cue.”

“What? Why?”

“Because anytime you bring up Golden Girls, we start arguing over who would play them in the gender-swapped remake.”

Wrong. Totally false. There’s absolutely no argument to be had. Eddie knows exactly who he’d cast right off the top of his head. Joe Pesci, Michael Caine…

Chrissy must see the gears turning in Eddie’s head because she hangs up before he can launch into his well-rehearsed presentation. Which isn’t a joke, he has a PowerPoint on this particular topic (with cited sources and fancy transitions).

Eddie does one last glance in the mirror before heading out. The pants make his waist look slender, nice. His skin is being squeezed in too many areas, but that’s kind of the point. At least the shirt is loose, albeit a little short. Reveals a patch of his lower tattoos every time he lifts his shoulders.

Okay damn, Chrissy probably knew that too. Maybe she’s the one possessed by the horny spirit of Blanche Devereaux.

Spiritual possession or not, Eddie ruffles out his bangs one last time. Heads out feeling much more confident than he did after his initial interaction with Steve Harrington.

Eddie agrees to pick Steve up at his last photoshoot of the day. It’s close to his side of town, which means he doesn’t have to fight his way through LA traffic.

A good sign sent from his lucky wake-up time, no doubt.

He doesn’t expect the photoshoot to be at an amphitheater, but it is. A small one, probably only used for local productions. There’re cameras lining the outer rim of the stage, shuttering and flashing like headlights on a highway. Eddie can hear the director and photographers spewing directions from his car. There’s an audience of producers and crew members, seems like a big fucking deal by the looks of it.

The set is, well, breathtaking - way better than that knockoff fantasy shit from the cologne ad. It’s full of greenery. Trees swaying with the breeze and ivy carpeting the stage floor. A forest that’s almost too beautiful to be synthetic. Eddie wonders if any of the plants are real or if the props department was just that damn good at finding fake ones.

After a few minutes, he checks the time. The shoot is running long. No biggie - Eddie is enjoying the view anyways. Especially, when he finally spots Steve. The view is exceptionally priceless now.

Steve perched on top of a tree trunk, feeding some other model grapes. The dark and stupidly jealous part of Eddie hopes they choke on those grapes.

His costume almost blends in with the backdrop, dark hues of green. Subtle shades of browns. Perfectly camouflaged by nature. There are vines wrapped around his bare arms, leaves tucked into his tousled hair.

Honestly, he looks a lot like a wood nymph that Eddie would selfishly design for a DnD campaign. Better, actually. Eddie should take notes. Steal the designer's sketches when nobody's looking.

He’s positively itching to get out of his car, get a closer look at Steve in all his botanical glory. But that might come across as too impatient. Or worse, too presumptuous. So Eddie picks one of his lengthier playlists and settles into his seat.

There’s a tap on Eddie’s window, startling him out of his nap. He must’ve dozed off about twenty minutes ago because the last song he remembers listening to was from the mid-90s section of the playlist. Now, they’ve moved into early 2000s territory.

Seriously, math is way easier when music is leading the equation.

Steve is right there, peering in, still tapping incessantly. His eyes are wide, concerned maybe. Which, yeah. Concern makes sense, considering his date is yawning before the date has even started. Fucking yikes.

Eddie rolls down the window, gives Steve a toothy grin as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “Heya, FernGully.”

Steve doesn’t acknowledge Eddie’s costuming reference. Probably missed out on that era of cult classic cartoons. “Up late?” He leans against the car and smiles, far more dazzling than the sun setting behind him.

“You would know.”

Oh, and that earns Eddie a wink from Steve. The nun-converting wink he saw months ago and still thinks about.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve reaches into the empty space, pushes the latch down to unlock the front door. “Come on.”

“Uh-”

“I’ve gotta change before we head out.” Steve swings the door open before Eddie can protest. “Unless you want to have dinner with me dressed like this.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Don’t give me any ideas.”

If there were a Renaissance Festival in town or a Medieval Dinner Show still in business, Eddie would definitely trick his way into getting Steve to go dressed like that. But he tucks the idea away for now, walks down the hill with Steve to the amphitheater. Does his best impression of a civilized human.

“So… what are you supposed to be exactly?”

Steve points to the body glitter on his cheeks. “A fairy.”

Yup. A new file of woodland fantasies starring Steve Fairyington have downloaded into Eddie’s mind. If voice acting didn’t pay so well, he could make an impressive career out of his whimsical porn concepts.

So he deflects. Humor is the only solution to keep the conversation PG-rated. “Just because you’re into guys doesn’t mean you’ve gotta use outdated terms like that.”

“You know what I mean.” Steve knocks an elbow into Eddie’s arm. “I’m a literal fairy.”

“Are you implying that literal fairies exist?” Eddie teases.

“No.”

“Seems like it.”

“Jesus, you’re a piece of work.”

“I can tone it down.”

Steve stops walking, places a hand in the center of Eddie’s chest to stop him too. His playful energy fucking warps into something new. Savory and seductive. Bewitching.

“Don’t even think about it.” He answers, slipping his hand down a little, almost between Eddie’s ribs. The motion sends static through Eddie’s core, up his spine. Raises the hairs on his arm and the back of his neck.

It shouldn’t be alarming that Steve’s touch is powerful. Look at him.

Eddie has a hard time focusing on the conversation after that. Luckily, the timing works out for him to get his shit together, as Steve heads into the trailer that's parked next to the stage.

He tells Eddie he can take a closer look at the set that he suddenly can’t seem to shut up about. It really is stunning. The size, the details, the color choices. Eddie is fairly certain this is the closest he’ll ever be to experiencing Endor in real life.

Most of the crew members are gone, a few still packing up equipment while Eddie observes a variety of plants used for decorating the wooden platforms. Learns that some plants are real and some are fake, which is actually genius. The mixture of the two distract from the plastic-y finish on some of the vines.

“This is for a special-edition cover of some Shakespeare script.” Steve says, joining Eddie at his side. His outfit is rather colorful. It checks out that he's one of the few people that can pull off a purposeful athleisure aesthetic (Eddie hates that he knows what that style looks like, ugh). “Hence the fairies and forests and shit.”

“Wait.” A lightbulb goes off in Eddie’s head. “Is this for A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

“That’s the one.”

Eddie does a sharp turn, starts shaking Steve by his shoulders. Absolutely bursting with excitement. “Steve literal fairy Harrington, this is ridiculously cool! Like… the history-making kind of cool!”

“If you say so.” Steve agrees calmly.

“How the hell are you not more jazzed about this?”

“You sound just like my manager.” Steve mumbles. “Truth be told, the only Shakespeare play I’ve ever read is Macbeth.”

Eddie gasps, sucks in enough air to fill an inflatable kiddie pool. “We’re on a stage, you can’t just blurt out the Scottish Play like that.”

This is not good. Horrible, even. Not a damn chance that Eddie can be mellow about this. Superstitious person, believer of traditions, blah blah blah.

And while hiding that piece of his personality should be a simple task, he cannot blatantly ignore such a major fuckup on Steve’s part. No matter how accidental of a fuckup it might have been.

“Okay, what are you talking about?” Steve asks. Still calm.

“It’s bad luck.” Eddie explains. “The closest thing to cursing a theatrical production.”

“Well, good thing this isn’t a theatrical production then.”

And as Steve laughs off the thoughtless joke, a loud thud is heard at the back of the stage.

There it is. A warning of impending doom in the form of a loose stage light, hanging by a few loose wires.

Almost everyone is gone, only two crew members remain on the sidelines. One of them gets on their walkie talkie, mumbles something about a safety hazard incident.

Pfft, not just an incident. A fucking threat from the ghost of theater, that’s what it is.

“See?” Eddie waves both arms at the light structure swinging upstage. “You’ve pissed off Thespis with your loose lips.”

“Who?”

“Oh my god, you’re so-”

A high-pitched scream cries out from a nearby street. Both Steve and Eddie jump at the sound. It’s a long, frightening scream. Something straight out of a slasher film, which is a likely possibility, for sure. Things are filmed out on the streets of Los Angeles quite a bit.

But the fear ringing out from this particular scream sounds real. Gritty and hoarse.

Fucking terrifying.

Once the screaming stops, no sign of returning, they share a look. It’s not an ‘I’m gonna jump your bones’ look either. It’s awkward. A fine line between guilt and ‘I told you so.’

“That was just a coincidence.” Steve waves off the scream like it’s just a daily occurrence. Nothing out of the ordinary. “Curses aren’t real.”

Eddie doesn’t want to shout ‘you’re wrong’ from his metaphorical megaphone. Not on a first date, at least. Outright dogmatic behavior shouldn’t come into play until like… the end of the third date.

All he can do is shrug, swallow back the urge to correct this beautiful person standing beside him.

He’s so rigid now, almost timid from the lingering anxiety that more freaky shit is about to happen.

“Come here.” Steve motions his head to the side, peering softly at Eddie’s expression. His shoulders are relaxed, arms reaching out for Eddie to follow. Join him.

Which he does. Can’t help it. Fully dazed by Steve’s patience, legs moving without a chance to reconsider.

“Wanna get out of here?” Steve thumbs over Eddie’s cheek, skims his nail against the scratchy bits of stubble along Eddie’s jaw. His movements are slow, precise. Only a smidge of pity in his smile.

Yup. That’s what this must be - Steve probably thinks Eddie is being dramatic. Must assume he can smooth over Eddie’s knotted nerves by just touching him. Tracing hypnotic patterns over his skin.

Eddie is mildly irritated that it’s working. If he can’t find the strength to look away from Steve’s sunny-tinted eyes soon, he’ll float away. Slip through the air as particles. Dust. Nothing but his slutty wishes will remain.

“Not yet.” Eddie gulps.

“No?”

He can’t in good conscience let this theater stay plagued by Steve’s words. This place is on verge of being the location for a Final Destination sequel.

So Eddie removes Steve's hand from his face, squeezes once before returning it back to Steve’s side. “Gotta reverse the fuck out this bad omen first.”

“There’s no such thing as-”

“Don’t.” He pleads. “Put my superstitious mind at ease. Can you do that for me?”

Steve at least has the decency to look away while he rolls his eyes. Pretty and considerate. “Fine. How do I break the curse?”

Eddie has spent enough time in theaters to know there’s a few variations on this process. Changes from director to director. The most common one is going outside and spinning in a circle three times, then knocking on the door till someone lets you back inside.

But that’s where the problem comes in. They’re already outside and there’s no door to knock on, while pleading for forgiveness.

Hmm…

It’s a good thing Eddie remembers a few adjustments to the protocol. It’s an even better thing that he was captain of his improv troupe for three years back in college. Thinking of solutions on the spur of the moment? Adapting for the sake of the scene? Eddie lives for that shit. Comedy fucking chameleon, that’s him.

And what’s better than all of that? His leftover luck from waking up at 11:11am.

Guess it pays off to be a superstitious person. Sometimes.

Eddie clears his throat, delivers the instructions with a southern drawl. Fucks around with it because he can. “So first, you have to walk around the theater three times.”

“Okay.”

“Backwards.” That’s definitely not part of the procedure, but oh well. Steve doesn’t have to know that.

Steve scoffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fuck that.”

“Sorry. I don’t make the rules, gorgeous.”

Except he does make the rules. Currently having way too much fun watching Steve squirm at the stupidity of it all. He’s quickly learning how easy it is to push Steve’s buttons. That shouldn’t be so thrilling for him but whoops. It is.

“Whatever.” Steve kicks a piece of gravel off the stage and sighs. “Then what?”

So he wants more? Eddie can do that. “You have spit on the ground to show your remorse.”

“This is a bunch of shit.”

“I said spit, not shit.” Eddie leans into Steve’s ear, uses his studio voice, watches as Steve turns pink all over. He lowers the volume down to a whisper. “Try to keep up.”

“Asshole.” But there’s a grin plastered all over Steve’s face as he grumbles. Eddie’s chest is fizzing, total carbonated joy inside him knowing that Steve is a vicious little monster, just like him.

He shoos Steve off to complete the reversal process. Sits on the edge of the stage, legs dangling over the rim, fingers fidgeting with a thread on his jeans.

He’s so smug, watching the prettiest boy on the planet become the grumpiest goofball. Steve might look like an angel, but he has the aura of a full-bred Pomeranian left in the rain.

“I’m making a new rule!” Steve shouts from the back of the theater.

“How ambitious of you!”

Eddie swears he can hear Steve growling in response, which fuck, that shouldn’t be such an adorably hot combo. But Eddie pictures the curve of Steve’s upper lip as he snarls and the zigzag of his arched eyebrows, and that’s exactly what it is. Hot. Adorable. Sensational.

Steve Harrington is a game of Mad Libs. Every adjective, every word that invokes head rushes and heart flutters, they’re all about him.

“As I was saying before you rudely mocked me,” Steve is in Eddie’s peripherals now, still stepping backwards. Toe to heel, hands loosely in his pants pockets. Not fair that he can make walking backwards look slick and cool. The nerve, the gall. “My new rule is that I get to ask you a question each time I get to the front.”

Eddie pulls one knee up to his chest, lets his chin rest over top of it. “Well then... ask away, o’ cursed one.”

Steve stops at the front of the stage. He doesn’t turn all the way around or start walking forward again. He turns just enough to look at Eddie. Focusing on him.

The sudden attention to Eddie’s face gets him all stuffy. He tries to hide the color that’s surely settled on his cheeks by digging one side of his face into his kneecap. It’s a dopey move. Too bashful, even for him.

“Alright.” Steve says. “How do you know so much about theater?”

An easy question with an easy answer. Relief surges through Eddie. “Most voice actors start out as stage actors. Not always, but a lot of us do. Gotta start somewhere, ya know?”

“Yeah. I know.” Steve nods, and continues with his second lap.

Once his footsteps are far away enough for Eddie to think properly, it dawns on him - they’re getting to know each other. Like authentic people would do.

Like… an actual date.

Shit, it’s been so long since someone in this artificial fucktown has wanted to know things about Eddie beyond hookups and screenames. A genuine moment was right in front of him, and he almost missed it.

That sobers him up. Eddie shoves away his need to Cause Chaos and accepts the sincerity. Gives it right back to Steve. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“How did the modeling gig start?”

“Agents found my instagram again.” Steve replies. “Liked my pictures enough to offer me some shitty jobs to build up my resume. The usual story these days.”

“Right.”

Eddie can’t fathom being that attractive. So attractive that people seek him out.

Different worlds is an understatement. Different realms is more like it.

“Next question.” Steve says, arriving to the front again. “Would you rather visit the beach or the mountains?”

Eddie has to think about that one for a minute. He doesn’t take many vacations, can’t afford to on a single artist’s income.

But he remembers a trip to Colorado that he took as a teenager. Vaguely recalls not appreciating any of the landscapes because he was too busy texting his new girlfriend during the whole damn trip.

“The mountains.” Eddie answers, just as Steve begins to walk again. “The Rockies and I have some… unfinished business, if you will.”

Steve chuckles. “Sounds like there’s a story behind that.”

“Definitely.”

“Maybe I’ll get to hear it sometime.”

“If you want.” Eddie says, beaming at the implication.

Steve’s footsteps stop. “Like I said on the phone, Eddie. Hearing you talk is...” The Earth feels silent. But the tension in Eddie’s ears is audible. “Well… I'm into it, I guess.”

Eddie has to switch knees to ease the thump in his dick. “And is Steve Harrington a mountain man or a beach bum?”

“Depends on the season.”

“Such a diplomatic answer.” Such a vague answer too, Eddie thinks.

“Okay. Last question.” Steve arrives at the front, shorter of breath than he was the first two laps. He hesitates for a second, then takes a couple of steps towards Eddie. “All those tattoos you have… did getting them done hurt?”

“Like a bitch.” Eddie bunches up his shirt to show off the sleeve of ink he has on his left arm. Took years for it to look this intricate. This complete. He’ll never get tired of staring at it. “Why? Itching to get one or something?”

“Nah. Never got the appeal of putting yourself through hours of pain or whatever.”

“It’s all about the art. The memories. The stories.” Eddie stretches out his bent knee. Lets it drop back down, relaxing into his explanation. “All of those things stitched into designs that I get to admire every damn day for the rest of my life.”

“Art, huh?” Steve takes a few steps closer, close enough to touch.

“What can I say?” Eddie is shamelessly studying the specks in Steve’s eyes. How all the colors blend and separate the closer he gets. Can hear himself grinning as he speaks. “I’m a big fan of gazing at pretty things.”

He’s so tempted to reach out, pull Steve in. Have him straddle his waist while they taste each other for hours.

But he’s still mooning over those eyes - the ones that deserve myths and legends to be told about them for ages. Centuries. Whichever is longer.

“Um.” Steve’s voice snaps Eddie out of his spell. “So… spit?”

“Sorry what?”

“The curse.” Steve says. “I’m supposed to spit on the ground, yeah?”

“Right, yeah. Uh huh.” Eddie rambles, still internally choking on the fact that Steve just said spit to him. In public.

Steve backs away, puts some space between them. He begins making this nasty, gravelly side with his mouth. His jaw sags slightly as he does it, the lump in his throat bobbing the whole time.

Eddie gawks, fully unable to look away while Steve swishes the spit around. Filling one cheek, then the other. He’s getting harder with every noise, every swish.

All at once, Steve forcefully hocks the stream of spit onto the ground. It goes diagonally, lands way closer to Eddie than he was expecting. Gets some goddamn distance, which makes Eddie’s eyes roll back. He’s pretty sure he lets out a wobbly ‘fuck’ at how obscene it all looks.

Steve wanders back over, avoids stepping in the wet mess he made on the ground. He places a hand on Eddie’s knee, works his way up the rough edges of denim.

Eddie’s vision is still spotty from what he just witnessed, so he decides to talk until everything clears up. Steve is into that right? The talking bullshit?

“There’s one more step to complete this.” Eddie watches the blurry outline of Steve’s hand rubbing his thigh, slowly blinking the image into full focus.

“And what’s that?” Steve’s voice is low, eyes fixed on Eddie’s mouth.

“You gotta…” Eddie licks his lip. Places a hand over top of Steve’s. Moving where it moves. Going where it goes. Buys himself some time to get the words straightened out. “You gotta kiss the nearest sewer rat loser.”

“And if I don’t do that?” Steve leans in till their noses touch. “Then what? The curse won’t be broken?”

Eddie nods. Only able to give a thin ‘mhmm’ in reply. He wraps two fingers around Steve’s wrist, the hand that's still trailing heat along his thigh. Needs to press against the pulse there, feel it jump. Spike.

Steve is so quiet. So controlled compared to his pulse. “Can’t have that then, can we?”

His lips part, hovering over Eddie’s mouth. The kiss starts out like that. Lips treading, only meeting between breaths. Neither of them pushing for more than seconds of warm contact, brief and sweet.

That is until Steve’s free hand starts twisting into Eddie’s shirt, tugging him along by the soft fabric. Eddie sinks forward, dives fully into the kiss. He holds his breath or maybe it just gets caught in his lungs from how good it all feels. How Steve touches him like he's captured. How Steve kisses him like he’s dessert.

Eddie can't help but smush their lips together, forcing their faces closer than faces can scientifically be. He hears the wet smack of their tongues echoing underneath the amphitheater, waking his lungs the fuck up. Lets out the weakest sigh, hopes most of the sound gets trapped between Steve’s lips.

Oh god, his lips. They’re fuller than Eddie’s, puffier now from kissing this hard. He wants to squish them around with his fingers, push them into pout so he can suck on them. Turn them nice and red. Eddie gets his hands tangled in Steve’s hair, knots them up enough to resist the lip-squishing temptation that’s burning him up inside.

“Here.” Steve exhales, hooks one of Eddie’s legs around his waist.

That… okay, fuck. That’s so hot, so unexpectedly assertive and right. Eddie takes the hint, wraps his other leg around Steve. The heel of his scuffed boots is digging into Steve’s ass, not too hard, but enough to earn a dirty whine out of Steve. He pushes them together, clothes rubbing back and forth, scratching loudly. Muffles their mouth noises though.

“Can we…” Eddie wants to move this elsewhere, anywhere less public. He’s so fucking selfish for that. Needs to swallow every sound Steve makes, secure every expression with a lock. Nobody else should be allowed to see Steve like this besides Eddie.

He lets one hand unravel from Steve’s hair, glides down to the collar of Steve’s tank top. He yanks the material lower, presses his lips against the new area of exposed skin. Sips and sucks over that spot, claims it like he could extract a piece of Steve’s soul if he sucks hard enough.

“Yeah, fuck yeah.” Steve responds, whimpering into the top of Eddie’s hair. Not entirely clear if he’s saying that out of pleasure, or agreeing with Eddie that they should relocate, but whatever. It's all too good to overthink the meaning.

Eddie unhooks his legs and kisses the deep purple mark he just made. Too fucking proud how easily the color spreads into reddish tones around the edges.

His vision goes fuzzy again as he stands upright, has to blink away all the white specks of dizzy lust. Eddie offers a hand to Steve, but there’s no damn point for that. Steve is already hopping up onto the stage, makes it look effortless. Cool as shit.

“Follow me.” Steve grabs the crook of Eddie’s forearm, pulling him into the forested scenery.

As if there were any need for Steve to request that. Eddie Munson would follow Steve into the sketchiest alleyway of Hell, if it meant they could kiss like that some more.

They duck underneath a few tree limbs, weave through the maze of green. A few leaves get into Eddie’s mouth, but he hardly notices anything besides the dent that Steve’s fingernail is leaving in his arm. It would make the sickest crescent moon tattoo, inked and perfectly shaped.

Damnit, Eddie’s thoughts are getting more fucked the deeper they hide. Steve slams Eddie against the trunk of a large tree. He realizes with the thud on his back that it’s plywood, not tree bark. Doesn’t care one bit if his shirt tears from the nails jutting out. Cares even less if he gets splinters from the slow grinding of their hips, hitching his shirt up further with every thrust.

“These are sexy.” Steve tugs at Eddie’s empty belt loop. Didn’t need an actual belt with how suffocating they are. “But they’ve gotta go. If that’s cool.”

“Get them the hell out of here.” Eddie is subconsciously thanking Chrissy for suggesting these stupid pants. She’ll be insufferable when he tells her about the jean's success rate. But right now? Worth it.

Anything seems worth it to have Steve popping the button out, ripping the zipper down. He’s so focused on getting these pants off that his forehead wrinkles, little beads of sweat gathering on his temples.

Eddie can’t resist any longer, not after seeing Steve equally covered in desperation. He palms the front of Steve’s pants, wants to give him some relief for this valiant jean-removing effort.

“Steve.” Eddie huffs, brushes his lips over Steve’s ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.” He bites over the skin, nibbling carefully with the tip of his teeth.

It must tickle because Steve laughs while shrugging the jeans lower, boxers going with them.

“So tell me then.” He kisses Eddie. It’s harsh, mostly panting into his mouth. Steve sinks to the floor and looks up. “Keep talking.”

This. This goddamn view. Eddie wasn’t expecting to get a view of Steve on his knees tonight. Wasn’t expecting his head to go limp, looking up at Eddie the way he eyefucked the camera on the day they first met.

Only difference is, Steve’s not acting - not pretending to be needy.

He just is. He’s all of those coy and sinful things, exclusively for Eddie this time.

“Spit in my hand.” Steve stretches his hand up towards Eddie’s chin - gives him those big, midnight eyes that could make dormant volcanoes erupt instantly. Defy physics, end climate change.

Eddie doesn’t use brain cells anymore, just does what he’s told. He gathers enough spit in his mouth, then watches it trickle out. Pooling in the center of Steve’s hand. It’s gross, sure. But also, it’s the hottest thing he’s ever done.

Gross and hot. Those sensations are fucking synonymous right now.

“Tell me, Eddie.” Steve gets his fingers around Eddie’s cock, the warm wetness makes it twitch in his hold. Apparently, no part of Eddie’s anatomy can believe this is really happening, not even his dick.

“Uh-”

“You said you’ve thought about it.”

“Lots.”

“So tell me while I get you off.”

“Oh.. god, okay.” And Eddie is good at that. Talking nonstop. Revealing all of his filthy secrets when asked so politely. He did it last night, slipped into his darker persona with ease so Steve could feel good.

But that’s just it, isn’t it? Eddie would say a flurry of fuckery for Steve Harrington’s approval. Get him to come until he shakes because Eddie wants that. Wants Steve to feel like liquid gold dripping between his fingers. Wants Steve to bend and break under his words and touch.

Talking dirty to get himself off is new territory. Eddie is a perpetual giver, loves being that way most of the time. Especially for someone as spectacular as Steve.

“Go ahead, babe.” Steve urges, licks the muscle of Eddie’s inner thigh till it tightens.

Right, he can do this. Even if he is short of breath. Eddie can be as confident as he was last night while Steve strokes him. “Thought about you since the commercial production.”

It’s a start. He bites his lip and keeps going. “All I could think about was… fuck. Opening you up. Leaving my fingerprints on your hips.”

“What else?” Steve purrs, working Eddie roughly with his spit-slick fingers. Sounds just as ruined as Eddie does.

“Wanted to fuck you in my lap.” Eddie pauses to moan, chest falling hard. He gets another glimpse of Steve’s hand on him, picking up the pace. A tempo so delicious that it shuts off Eddie’s judgment skills. His mouth running wild. “Let you ride me just like that. Use me till your legs go weak.”

Steve huffs out a laugh. His grip gets a little firmer, loosening up between strokes. Makes a fucking pattern out of it, has Eddie craving it. Needs more.

“And what if I wanted to fuck you, huh?” Steve’s question hits his ears like a whip. Cracking every nerve in Eddie’s body.

“I’d let you.” And it’s true, so very true. Eddie’s mouth is still going rogue, uttering truths like he’s on trial. Ready to testify all his desires to Steve. Sign his name on the dotted fucking line. “You could wreck me any way you want, sweetheart.”

Eddie seems to have found the secret words to Steve’s wild side. He’s taking Eddie down his throat, almost too fast. So fast that drool forms at the corners of his stretched lips, mouth gurgling already.

Eddie is swearing, not even real words half the time - just moans that sound explicit enough to get bleeped out on public access television. One hand goes over his own mouth while the other keeps combing through Steve’s hair.

It’s so damp now, sticking out erratically at the sides. Eddie curls a few strands over his thumb, watches the color drain from his finger. So demented, so good.

Steve is taking his cock so damn well, so Eddie tells him. Truly, all that he’s capable of is sex-drunk praise. Letting Steve know how gorgeous he is, how bruised his throat will be from sucking this much cock, how swollen and sore his lips look at this angle.

Eddie can’t stop because every phrase makes Steve get messier. Whining and whimpering each time he pulls off. Looking up at Eddie before taking him in again. Getting louder. Loud enough that sidewalk pedestrians definitely could hear him if they linger nearby for too long.

Eddie's knees buckle as he gets close. Doesn't have the energy to straighten back out, let alone warn Steve that he’s about to come. None of that seems to matter though. Steve nods twice, still bobbing around Eddie, like he just knows. Knows Eddie is there and is fucking willing to work him through it.

“Holy fuck, Steve.” Which yeah, Eddie gets it. Uttering someone’s name while he comes in their mouth is a little tacky and cliche. But saying it is involuntary, totally out of his control. Truthfully, Eddie relinquished all control to Steve hours ago.

Steve swallows, cleans Eddie with a few swipes of his overworked tongue like it’s nothing. No problamo. Like that’s the only way to handle the aftermath of an orgasm. In the most delightful way, or whatever musical shit Mary Poppins sings about.

He gives the laziest, dreamiest grin as Eddie collapses down to his level. Both of them heaving, kissing with aching lungs.

“Fucking fantastic.” Eddie whispers, brushes his knuckles over Steve’s pink-stained cheeks. Hopes his rings don’t hurt too much, absently forgetting how chunky they are.

Steve leans into the small touch. “Glad to hear it.”

“You’re fantastic.” Eddie clarifies. Means it more than any superstition he’s ever heard in his life.

He’s more than ready to get his hands all over Steve, make him come until he faints. But Steve is adamant that he’s chills with waiting. Says he actually enjoys the buildup from staying horny for hours and hours. Mentions something about that being a new discovery that he wants to explore.

With Eddie.

Steve fucking Harrington wants to explore new sides of himself with Eddie. That sends him reeling. Smitten and spiraling.

“Are sure?” Eddie paws at Steve’s hard-on, ready to jump in and save the day via orgasm.

“Very sure.” He lifts Eddie's hand away, snickering as he lays a quick kiss on each finger. “I like being around you. That’s not gonna change overnight.”

“Like being around you too, Steve.” He takes Steve’s face into his hands, smushes it back and forth until Steve smiles. “Crazy about it, actually.”

The sun is low, barely any light left in the sky. But as Eddie holds Steve’s face, watching him smile, he notices that Steve is glowing. Not beaming, actually glowing. Even through the dimness of sky and the shadows formed by tree limbs, Eddie can see all of Steve’s features.

How is that possible?

They each look up and see it. Taking it in, this mysterious glow.

“Wow.” They say in unison, almost matching pitch. Matching levels of disbelief too.

Between the branches and leaves, they are tiny lights. Floating, orb-like lights. The brightness shining off of them is warm, soft on the eyes. They’re scattered high over the forested backdrop, orange and yellow hues twinkling against rich greens.

Enchanting is the only word to describe this new addition. Incredibly and unbelievably enchanting.

“Set designer really popped off with this cover shoot, I guess.” Steve throws the theory out there, barely sounds like he believes it himself.

Eddie rubs his eyes. His voice comes out hushed, doesn’t really mean for it to but it does anyways. “Steve… those aren’t attached to anything. No strings, no wires. They’re just-”

“Floating?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Be serious, dude.”

And Eddie is. Completely serious. No jokes or snarky replies in his system right now. He points to the nearest light, then back at Steve. “You broke the curse, right?”

“Apparently.” Steve shrugs.

“So maybe Thespis is showing his forgiveness.”

“Who the hell is Thespis?” Steve pinches the skin between his eyes and groans - acting like Eddie’s hypothesis is giving him a migraine. Honestly, it might be. Wouldn’t be the first time Eddie worked someone up to the point of desperately needing tylenol.

He switches tactics, nuzzles into Steve’s shoulder with his nose. Attempts to lighten the mood with at least one joke in these trying times of bad luck and headaches. “Or he’s giving us his blessing for copulating on his holy grounds.”

The lights answer, flaring out all around them. They pulsate for a minute, maybe two, before returning back to their normal glow. Eddie tucks in a grin because Steve’s gorgeous little head looks like it’s about to detonate off of his gorgeous little body. So if he smiles right now, Steve will undoubtedly explode on this very flammable set piece.

Which would be a wicked awesome way to die. Post-orgasm, then up in flames. But alas, they have dinner reservations. It would be rude not to show up.

Really, it’s no surprise to Eddie that the ghost of theater is into partial voyeurism, signaling his approval with twinkling lights. Semi-public sex probably classifies as its own unique strand of performing art in Ancient Greece.

Or the dead dude is just into taboo stuff.

If so, good for him. You do you, Thespis.

“Look.” Steve says, standing up. “Maybe it’s… an optical illusion.”

“Or magic.”

Steve lets out a deep sigh and offers his hand to Eddie. Pulls him up in one swift motion. Doesn’t let go of his hand afterward either. “How about we drop it and go get some dinner?”

Typically, Eddie is all about a verbal bloodbath. But Steve laces their fingers together, connects them in a way that has Eddie forgetting all about his need to be right.

“Consider it dropped.”

The lights flicker out as they walk further away from the stage. And as they get into Eddie’s car, they go out entirely. Steve flicks on the radio, defaults to the classic rock station, which is playing “Magic” by The Cars.

“It’s a sign.” Eddie sings to the tune, poking a finger at Steve.

“Just drive, you big dork.” Steve swats him away, placing a hand on Eddie’s thigh while he drives. He turns up the volume, surprisingly knows every lyric by heart. Belts them out. Full on screams the parts he likes best.

Which Eddie totally can relate to. He wants to scream about all the parts he likes best about Steve. About their date that’s not even finished yet.

On their way to dinner, Eddie avoids the cracks on the sidewalk. On the drive home, he taps the roof of his car whenever he makes it through a yellow light at an intersection.

And when he drops Steve off at his apartment precisely at 11:11pm, he doesn’t say a damn word. Keeps his mouth shut, only opens it to kiss Steve goodbye (with tongue, obviously).

Sure, it’s just a dumb superstition, Eddie can admit that to himself.

But tonight… it feels like more than that.

More than a coincidence.

More than a good omen.

He sends a ‘got home safely’ text to Steve as he pulls into his designated parking spot. Totally obsessed with how fast Steve texts him back, it’s too fucking cute.

Steve: glad :) had a great time btw

Eddie: really?

Steve: yes *really*

Eddie: i had a great time too

He quickly taps the voice-record button before Steve can respond:

“Actually,” Eddie sneers. Uses the voice that Steve goes crazy for. “I had a magical time.”

Steve: ugh

Eddie: ;)

#steddie #steddie fic #this is inspired by the unhinged ao3 tag generator #thank you all for reading along on this series!#ao3 has alllll the tags if you're curious before reading #have a lovely day! xx

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lipglossanon · 1 year ago

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Telling Ghost Stories

stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW

warnings: stepcest, ghost stories, teasing

not proofread ✌️

“You really think that’s scary?”

Leon rolls his eyes and flaps his hand at you, “Okay then, princess. Tell me a really scary one.”

You grin, tucking your feet under his thighs. You’ve both sprawled out onto the couch in the living room, each seated with your backs against the arm rests facing each other. The tv plays out the ending credits to a horror movie in the background. His feet bracket your hips and he reaches down to grab your feet to place them into his lap.

“C’mon,” he grins, “or are you all talk?”

You wiggle your sock covered toes and he squeezes your insoles.

“Alright, alright. I have one and it’s a real ghost story.”

He scoffs but doesn’t say anything, letting you have your turn.

“Okay, so my friend and I were hanging out at her place and we decided to go down into her basement cause she swears it’s haunted.”

Leon softly massages your feet as you gesture animatedly with your hands.

“So then we get down there and it’s just like any old basement, y’know? But we turn the lights off to use our phones to find a place to sit in the middle of the room.”

“Wait, is this that friend—“

“Shhh,” you wiggle your feet til he clasps them tightly in his broad hands, “I didn’t interrupt you.”

He chuckles, “Alright then, go ahead.”

“Okay, so we get all settled in and invoke the spirits,” you flutter your fingers, “and for a while nothing happens.”

You pause for dramatic effect but Leon snorts under his breath making you pout.

“Well, we sort of just sit there chatting and then we hear some kinda noise off in the corner. We just ignore it as some house noise but it happens again, only closer.”

You scoot forward, dropping your voice a bit lower.

“So we stop talking and my friend opens the audio recording app on her phone and we sit still again, but nothing happens. She locks her phone and we get up to head back upstairs feeling a little on edge.”

Leon’s hands have stalled, just holding your feet as he listens more closely to you.

“We get back up to her room and she sees it’s still recording so stops it and we listen to it,” you’re whispering now, “and there was a voice.”

Leon rolls his eyes, “I’m sure there was, princess.”

You smirk, “There was and I have it.”

“No you don’t,” he scoffs.

Grabbing your phone from the floor, you quickly go through your messages and pull up the audio bite your friend sent you.

“Here ya go,” you hand off the phone to Leon who holds it up to his ear.

A soft whispery voice plays through your speakers and Leon glances at the screen before handing it back.

“So?”

“So what? How do I know that’s not you or your friend?”

You pout and press your foot into his thigh, “Because why would I lie? I’m being serious, Leon. She won’t even go back into the basement anymore.”

He shrugs, grabbing your thighs and pulling you into his lap, “Alright, not saying I think it’s real but I don’t think you’d lie.”

You grin and kiss his cheek, “Thank you for that backwards compliment.”

“Still not any scarier than my story,” he teases, hands gripping your waist.

“Yours was so lame!” you place your hands on his shoulders and squeeze, “I wasn’t even scared.”

“Oh yeah?” he grins, “I can keep going. One of’em is bound to scare you enough that you’ll end up sleeping in my bed.”

You laugh, “Okay, I’m down for that.”

He hums and rocks up against you making you sigh.

“Or we could just head up to my room now,” he kisses your neck, “have some fun of a different kind.”

“As much as I love scary stories, I definitely vote for that one.”

You gasp in surprise when Leon swings his legs off the couch and stands up, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Leon!” You laugh and he smacks your ass making you whine.

“Faster this way, don’t wanna waste any time,” he tosses back to you, carrying you up the stairs and into his room.

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bitterkarella · 1 year ago

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Living and dead horror authors tell scary stories round the campfire in “Submitted for the Approval of the Midnight Pals”, an upcoming audio adaptation of Bitter Karella’s Hugo-nominated comedy-horror microfiction. Full episodes start releasing on October 31, 2023, with an early premier and cast chat streaming on Twitch on Sunday October 29th. For more information, see https://midnightpals.com CAST, in order of appearance: EDGAR ALLAN POE – Rodrigo Borges ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON – Dexter Howard HP LOVECRAFT – Robin Johnson BRAM STOKER – Joel A.S. Butler JONATHAN HARKER – Thaddeus Strange DRACULA – Rodrigo Borges PATRICIA HIGHSMITH – Kate Davoli STEPHEN KING – Jason Robinson MARY SHELLEY – Rebecca D’Souza VICTOR FRANKENSTEIN – Dominic Rye DEAN KOONTZ – Wren Montgomery CLIVE BARKER – Sister Indica SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED – Hailey Piper Trailer edited by Robin Johnson using material from episodes written by Bitter Karella and Robin Johnson. Find the Midnight Pals at midnightpals.com. Subscribe to the podcast at https://midnight-pals.simplecast.com or via Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or your podcast site/app of choice. A transcript of this trailer is available at https://midnight-pals.simplecast.com/episodes/season-1-trailer/transcript https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/submitted-for-the-approval-of-the-midnight-pals/id1691196284?i=1000626696777

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society

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pinkacademic · 1 year ago

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Studying Language

Sorry I've been rather inactive, I'm slowly trying to get back into the swing of things!

This is something I’m actually qualified to talk about! I speak three languages fluently, albeit in need of a little practise, and I’m learning one more currently, with one on pause due to time constraints. Nevertheless, I feel pretty confident in my information lol. I’m also a qualified TEFL teacher and have worked abroad teaching English!

Full immersion is the best option. The best thing you can do is spend your time in a country that speaks your target language and force yourself to learn, once you have the “Hello,” “Goodbye,” “Where is the bathroom?” all mastered. In Ireland, there are places called Gaeltachtanna where you go for different lengths of time depending on the course and live in a town speaking exclusively Irish, usually staying with an Irish-speaking family, and going to classes for the language and for games and dances. Of course, that’s not an accesible option for everyone, so you could try going to places like your nearest Asian market, Eastern European market etc, and any areas in your city with a lot of immigrants that might speak your target language. If you have friends who speak that language, natively or just to a better level than you, ask to meet them for coffee and chat as much as you can in your language.

Immersion Part Two: Culture. The people who speak your target language natively do so not just becaus that’s the place in which they exist, but because that’s the place that they live- they get their groceries there, they go to school there, and their language developed because of the day-to-day, as well as unique aspects of their culture such as dances, music, and especially food. Learn about the culture of the country or countries that speak your target language. Eg, fold a paper crane or eat sushi if your language of choice is Japanese, watch an telenovela or go to a salsa class if your goal is to learn Spanish.

Watch TV shows in your Target Language. If you can’t access the locations, and even if you can, watching TV or movies is great because it’ll help you understand the cadences of natural speech that you can’t get from a textbook or formal class situation. Start with movies you might be familiar with like Disney movies (I will die on the hill of “Mother knows Best” from Tangled is better in Spanish). You can also combine your subtitles and audio, using subtitles in your own language at first, and challenge yourself to changing the subtitle.

Similar to the above points, use YouTube or Twitch to your advantage too. That’s probably a lot easier if your target language is English, but there are creators that speak in their non-English native language too. My friend watches a Mexican Minecraft YouTuber called Quackity who has a Minecraft server modded to feature a live translator between Spanish and English, which is very cool.

Read books in your Target Language. We don’t love The Chronicles of the Boy Wizard in this house, but the books are available in 85 languages. The Hobbit also has a tonne including Cornish, Thai, and Ukranian, and Twilight has about 37 translations, just to list a few well-known examples. Learn especially about books written originally in your target language.

Consume Media Originally from the Country or Countries that Speak that Language. Read the Witcher, watch Física o Química, join the dubbed vs subbed anime bloodbath. It can be so beneficial to your understanding of a language to see how those who speak it write it themselves, not just for localisation purposes. It can especially be useful for slang and dialects.

Duolingo and other apps. I’m swiftly approaching my 365 day duolingo streak,* and I fully intend to celebrate with pierogis and a green cake. But there are other options out there, and all of them are great for beginners. I can only speak about Duolingo as its the one I use, but I’m having a lot of fun with the layout of it. However, I do need real practice if I’m going to become actually fluent.

That’s it! I hope this has been helpful!

*I've surpassed it since writing this!! I'm at 400+!!

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lizaluvsthis · 7 months ago

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Liz's day continuing the part fanfic from "Sparks in the air"

Note: the fanfic is finished already, I only showed audios of my keyboard clicking and clacking since its kinda nice to listen to it.

Heres 2 minutes of my keyboard asmr (no commentary) (and well- lets just say I cant import more than 10 minutes of the audio since it can't handle the app)

-oh yeah- I was listening to shay playing live on twitch to my left while writing the fanfic to my front- the chatting stuff is on my phone-

(Hah multitasking do be hard)

#lizaluv

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trifoliate-undergrowth · 4 months ago

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aren't we lucky to live in a time in which technology is so easy to use and convenient for connecting us with friends? an old friend of mine died suddenly and I was the only one of the friendgroup able to make it down in time for the service (because I left work and started driving immediately after the news) but I promised my grieving out of state friends I'd discord video call them so they could view the service, since we were all on a discord channel together. at the service I mentioned this to the father of my friend and he asked if I could also send him the video. I couldn't figure out how to start a call on discord because unlike on desktop there's no button to press on mobile, my friends kept telling me to press the audio record button, which only makes an audio recording. ok, well, I wanted to save a video for friend's dad anyway, so I'll just record a video and share it with everyone later, I apologize to my friends waiting in the chat who thought they would be able to view the service with us. I record the service feeling bad about that but hey this is something. it's long and the file is big so of course I can't just send it in the chat. Can I email it to friend's dad? no. It doesn't even give me the option to share as google drive link. I try to upload it to drive manually. it's telling me I don't have enough space and I need to upgrade to their subscription service. I delete several old videos from drive and try again. it still says there's no space. I upload it as an unlisted video on youtube (so it's not public but anyone with a link can view it). this takes literal days to finish uploading but finally it's there. at last, I've fulfilled my duty, at least a little bit. I send everyone the links as I'm getting on a plane to go back to work, extremely emotionally and physically exhausted. when I look at my messages later they're asking me to un-private the video so they can watch it. that's weird, it wasn't private in the first place? I go look at it. ah I see. It's blocked because there were copyrighted songs played at the funeral. maybe I can upload it to facebook? but I don't have facebook on my phone for a variety of reasons (don't use it, also it's got an unusually high amount of tracking and weird data stuff associated with the app even for how bad apps usually are) so I need to get the file on my computer. plug my phone in with transfer cable. the prompt to file share does not show up to initiate file sharing. wait, I can access youtube on my computer, can I download the video that way? yes I can. will facebook block it too? how long will it take to upload there? am I doomed to fail my promises again and again? I thought I was lucky in being able to be at the funeral and that this would give me closure but it's dragging after me like an albatross. my friend's dad just texted me could I Please share the video with him because he wants to watch it. believe me man I'm trying

I start the download and start typing this post in frustration. i finish the first paragraph and check on the download. download failed. I click retry. I type some more. I check on the download. download failed. retry. download faile.d retry. download failed. I am literally keeping track of how many times this happens. I'm not exaggerating. wow it kept downloading for a while that time--download failed. retry. download failed. retry. did I mention I have covid right now, possibly from traveling to the funeral, and I'm out of breath and almost lightheaded from walking up stairs, so I can only imagine the breathing issues that have been getting progressively worse with every infection are going to make it even harder for me to exist the way I want to after this. download failed, retry. is there not enough space on my computer? I cleared up space recently, and shouldn't it tell me if that's the issue? I have a hard drive I could get out it necessary, but I don't really want to save this albatross, I want to get it out somewhere the people I promised to share it with can see it and forget about it for a while. it only needs to be on my computer long enough to upload to facebook. download failed. retry. when do I know I should give up on this? download failed. retry. this is becoming a metaphor for grief now and I resent it. it says the download will be complete in 28 seconds. maybe this time? it's said 28 seconds for a while. download failed. opening in 32 seconds. 19 seconds. fuck it's stuck on 4. so near and yet so far. yep. download failed. 6 seconds. holy shit I've got it. it's on my computer. I open up facebook on my devoted 'shitty websites container' browser (chrome, I also leave my amazon account logged in on there in case I'll rarely need something) and try to upload. loading. There's no time estimate even. just a 'posting' spinning loading circle. I'm terrified I'll accidentally close the window and have to start over before it's done. I don't know if my discord friends have facebook. can I silence the audio on the parts of the video so I can share it unlisted on youtube? I'd have to do some in depth video editing of a kind I've never done before, though I have done some basic video editing in the past--years ago--so maybe I could figure it out. this is a week past the funeral at this point. it just keeps going.

posting . . .

#personal (ok to rb)#rant #enshittification #I guess #long post #11 download attempts if I'm counting correctly

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wawamouse · 1 month ago

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[bursts into your inbox as if we were having a conversation you were definitely not aware we were having] -one reason we need more slightly more modern outside AUs is: how unhinged could the texts between Chico and Miguel get?? The possibilities for conversational wtfuckery with these two!!

(I'm sure for the longest time it would be the most short and uninformative texting desert where they barely go beyond "u hungry?" and "k" level communication. But there would be bursts of amusing absurdist insanity that goes on and on.)

Yes this was prompted by something you reblogged on another blog, and I came here to tell you rather than politely musing in my own area.

Wow you’re so right, we need to make miguel and chico millennials…. or we just need to give them cellphones lol

(for those wondering, the post I reblogged was this )

also i do think “k” & leaving on read is miguel’s style of communication (toward chico) but probably only because i headcanon chico texting him like an insane person, both when he like-likes miguel and also when he hates him (bc that's hardly going to make him leave miguel alone lol). i could see him firing off an essay in single line texts and god help miguel when chico discovers audio messages (but at the same time, i think miguel would send audio messages more) (which chico would love because… come on 😂). i think miguel is better at cyber stalking someone than chico tho (ok now i’m just going into my Technology Headcanons). just, like, miguel is better at researching than chico. but chico knows more about torrenting and vpns and anti-virus stuff. also his bookmarks bar has a bunch of porn sites saved if we're being real

idk, i just don't see miguel as a texting person 😂 I think he prefers face-to-face communication or talking on the phone where as chico who probably has a really aggressive way of texting and also he uses T9 lol

i also think chico would send truly indecipherable memes sometimes, not because he thinks they’re funny (he doesn't get them) but because he just compulsively forwards every little piece of internet junk, clickbait, memes, buzzfeed quizzes, etc, straight to miguel, not really caring if he even responds or not bc anything he Actually wants miguel to see, he'll just bring up in person...

2 AU thoughts that immediately jumped to mind:

they meet as wrong numbers—like, one of them accidentally texts the wrong new contact or something—they got a fake number (haha), etc., and then the other person responds and they have a sort of curt conversation of realising they have theyre talking to a stranger before being like Whoops my bad! ...but then weeks later when the first guy (let's just say, chico - that' kinda what i'm imagining anyway) mistakenly texts miguel again bc he never deleted the contact info. and he's like totally shitfaced too so he just ends up calling miguel and being like HEY Come get me. I'm at xyz location!! … and that’s how they meet—because Miguel is moderately bored and curious and he thinks Chico will have drugs 😂 (maybe he’s mentioned it idk) (anyway he does have them) ...

dating app AU (cough hook up app) 💀 they chat/sext for a long time more as like friends for a while... idk, some people you just sort of end up befriending and having longer running fun conversations with / gossip about your other hook-ups on the app bc there's more to it in a way. they end up exchanging actual phone numbers and chatting bc they have a lot in common—even know the same clubs and know they don't live that far apart, but they just don't meet up right away. And then it gets kind of weird bc at a certain point, they're more lookng forward to meet up but then it's like damn, what if the spark isn't there in person 😵‍💫 what if they meet up, have sex, and then never text each other again or it all falls apart or something. And then something something, when they finally go Fuck It and decide to meet up and get it over with, they get completely sidetracked (just gotta do a minor job real quick! swing by a location!) in a Date Ends Up With Them Almost Getting Shot and Running For Their Lives type way. but good news: even though they bicker like hell in person, and each find the other vaguely infuriating, the spark is definitely there 👀

#text #answered ask #merelyafigment #chico guerra #miguel alvarez #oz au #oz hbo

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cyberphuck · 1 year ago

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The Human Voices Project

So I have a very very dear friend who has been blind since birth. They're actually pretty good at being blind-- they have a Masters in Eyeball Science, live independently, and make amazing art (by pressing their face so hard against the drawing surface to see it that they used to get sores on their cheeks!). They have also gone through a lot of shit-- some of it, but not all, due to being a disabled trans person-- and though they have been trying their hardest to keep a smile on their face, they live in a place where they have few in-person friends, accessible social spaces are hard to get to (or don't exist, or cost too much), and sometimes they don't have the energy to go out at all. They use a screen reader to hang out on tumblr and on discord etc, but one time, after a DnD session over voice chat, they told me that it was always so quiet in their apartment after the session was over, and that it was nice to hear real people talking. That stuck with me. Last week I started asking friends and family to record themselves talking-- about anything. My older brother and his wife told funny stories about crazy things they'd done. My friend who loves the circus arts described a particular act that they loved. Dad told a story of his own, and Seb and I recorded ourselves trading banter while he played Mario Kart. People read stories, read poems, described what they saw while on a jog through their neighborhood. A whole bunch of people, just talking, so that my blind friend could listen to a real human voice whenever they wanted-- not a polished podcast, not a sponsored youtube video, but a regular person.

I uploaded this first batch of audio files to a google drive folder and sent it over to my buddy. They loved it! They downloaded all the files to their phone so they could listen whenever they wanted. And I thought, there must be more people who want to tell stories about their lives, or talk about their favorite subject, or read poems that mean something to them.

If you have a way to record a digital audio file (most smartphones and tablets have a native recording app) and would like to participate in the Human Voices Project, you can send an audio file to thehumanvoicesproject (at) gmail [dot] com.

Guidelines: mp3 is the *preferred* format because it'll play on most devices without having to have a special app. If you send me something other than an mp3 I can convert it, but I would appreciate it if you converted it on your own.

most subjects are okay; the only thing that's absolutely a no is talking about or describing guts, innards, or viscera. Try to *avoid* explicitly describing abuse (of anyone, including animals), and if you're reading a story or poem, let me know if it's in the public domain or not so I can make sure to put those in a different folder.

you can introduce yourself if you want but you don't have to.

the recordings I've gotten are usually between 3 and 5 minutes long, but I also recorded myself reading a short story at 20 mins, and a friend talked about not knowing how to swim for 90 seconds, so any length is fine.

Right now the google drive folder containing the audio files is private. I might make it a public thing someday, but as for right now it's still a thing for my friend, to fill up the silence and brighten their day. Thank you so much to the people who've already contributed, and thanks also to all those who'll contribute in the future!

#human voices project

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lockes-woods · 7 months ago

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Stuck Chapter 23: Part 1

A/N: Sober Himiko begins to deal with Drunk Himiko's mess. This chapter is broken into two parts because the first part is already 500 words over my normal word cap per chapter. I'm hoping to finish the second part tomorrow morning before I go to work.

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Himiko took a deep breath before splashing some cold water on her face, hoping it would help with the puffiness. She had just finished scrubbing off her makeup from the night before with the hottest water she could stand. The aspirin she had taken after initially waking up was finally kicking in. This was her first hangover in a while, and she was definitely feeling it. She rarely drank to excess like this. Both her parents were/are alcoholics. She was acutely aware of the slippery slope of the addiction. Himiko limited herself to only drinking in social situations, and even then, she would rarely drink to excess.

Out of all the decisions she made the night before she was most grateful that she had packed a spare set of clothing. She would be in tears if she had to go all the way uptown in her outfit from the night before. Even though she didn’t sleep with anyone it would definitely feel like a walk of shame. Himiko patted her face dry before finally acknowledging her phone.

She perched herself on the edge of the bathtub in Vivi’s guest bathroom and opened her messenger app. It took all her nerve to click on the DILFs group chat. A groan escaped her as she took in the amount of messages she had exchanged with Mihawk and Shanks. To her dismay, she had primarily communicated to them through audio messages. The few texts she did send were illegible. If she wanted to get a full picture of what happened the night before she was going to have to listen to the audio messages, she had no memory of recording. As she debated whether she wanted to relive what had to be cumulatively five minutes of her drunk rambling she began to faintly hear movement in the living room. If she wanted any privacy, she was going to have to rip off the band-aid and do it now.

She scrolled to the beginning of the night before text conversation that started at 2:13 am. The first few texts she sent were gibberish, to which Shanks had only replied with a question mark. Then came the wall of audio messages. She held her breath as she clicked on the first recording. She was met with around 10 seconds of silence before the audio picked up.

“Oh, shit that’s how you do it. Okay. Okay. Can we please talk about how pretty Mihawk is? Like have you seeeen him? He’s sooo pretty. Like Adonis level shit. HE ALSO SAVES LIVE. Like beauty and brains. He’s like the whole package. On top of that, he’s got a great ass. Like 1,000% would peg. Only if he’s down tho. I 10,000% get why you wanted to lock that shit down.” Himiko was met with silence again for around 20 seconds before the audio picked up again, “He’s also great with his hands. Like on every level. They’re lowkey, my favorite necklace. 10/10 would wear again. But, like anyway why is he allowed to leave the house? I wanna keep him just for us. He’s just too beautiful for this world. I don’t get why you wanna share him, but I’m gratefu-” The audio abruptly ended. Shanks responded with a laughing crying emoji and liked her audio message.

Himiko tilted her head back her head and let out a groan. While it wasn’t that bad, she could still feel the heat of embarrassment crawling up her spine. There was no doubt in her mind that Shanks would never let her live this down. She took another deep breath before scrolling down to the next audio message and hit play.

“But like that’s like not to say you aren’t equally as handsome Daddy. You’re more beautiful in a natural land formation kinda way. Like the grand canyon or like the arches national park. You’re like reeeally nice to look at. Especially when I wake up before you and your face is the first thing I see. Mihawk’s ass might be better, but you got great thighs; I’m always down for a ride.”

Shank had also liked this message. Himiko wanted to scream into the void. It was news to her that drunk Himiko was equal parts horny and sentimental. If her predisposition to alcoholism wasn’t enough to keep her from excessive drinking this new information certainly would. There were two more audio messages left. Himiko felt defeated as she clicked on the second last one. She tried to convince herself that it couldn’t get any more embarrassing. She was relieved to find out that this message was essentially a butt dial, you could barely make out anything that was happening from the background noise. The only audible words were from someone, who sounded like Luffy, shouting about waffles. The next text was from Mihawk around 4:45 am. He must have sent it when he woke up for work.

Mihawk: Please text us when you get back to Vivi’s so we know you’re safe.

Himiko:🫡 YEs SiR

Someone knocked on the door before Himiko was able to click on the last audio message.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” She called out as she pressed on the last audio message.

Back at Vivi’s Night!

Himiko could hear screaming faintly in the background before the audio picked up again.

NO, Luffy those are fake fruit, don’t swallow that!

There was another short break before the last bit came through.

Get fucked pancakes will always be supreme. No, you have no defense. Your opinion is trash.

That was the last communication she had with the DILFS outside of Shanks’s two missed calls.

“Himiko, please, I gotta pee!” She heard Luffy shout as she stood up and opened the door. He barged past her. She rushed out the second she heard his zipper and shut the door behind her. She walked back to the living room and was met with the sight of Zoro and Sanji now spooning on the sectional (Zoro was the little spoon). Usopp was passed out on the other side of the large couch. Her nose led her to the kitchen where Nami and Vivi were each nursing a cup of coffee.

“Hey,” She greeted pouring herself a cup of black coffee. Vivi groaned in response, laying her forehead against the table. Nami was gently rubbing up and down her spine.

“Morning, or I guess afternoon.” Nami greeted back.

“Wait, what time is it?” Himiko asked looking at the microwave clock, it was quarter to 1.

“Shit, I gotta call Shanks, I was supposed to be uptown an hour ago,” Himiko said slipping on her coat and heading out onto Vivi’s balcony. Her breath became visible as she closed the sliding door behind her. She placed her mug on the table before calling Shanks. It only rang twice before he picked up.

“Hey, Sunshine, how are you feeling?” His deep voice filtered through the phone, still husky from sleep.

“I’m okay, my head still hurts a bit but other than that I’m feeling fine.” Himiko replied, “Sorry, I’m not in uptown yet, I just woke up.”

“Don’t worry about that. I was pretty sure that you’d be running late today; it looked like you didn’t get back until 5 am.” He responded, “Did you have a good time?”

“Yeah, it was really fun to be able to spend time with all my friends. It’s sometimes hard to get us all together with all of our schedules.” Himiko said, a smile clear in her voice. Shanks let out another yawn before responding.

“That’s good to hear,” he said, another yawn escaping him.

“You, okay?” Himiko asked.

“Yeah, no I’m just tired. I was up late tying up some loose ends so that I wouldn’t have to worry about them on vacation.” He responded.

“Do you want me to pick up some coffee on my way up?” She asked.

“Only if you want to; I can survive without it.” He replied.

“Okay, I have to pass the coffee shop I work at on my way to the subway anyway. I’m gonna head out now, so I’ll probably be there within a half hour.” She said, “Bye”

“Bye, love,” he replied hanging up. Himiko picked up her coffee before heading back into the apartment. She was met with the sight of a Zoro sitting with his head in his hands. She was about to ask where Sanji was before she heard the faint sound of someone vomiting in the direction of the guest bathroom.

“Here,” she said passing Zoro her coffee.

“Thanks,” he mumbled keeping his head bowed as he took a sip. Himiko slung her bag over her shoulder and picked up Ace’s hat before poking her head into the kitchen.

“I’m heading out,” she said to Nami, her voice just above a whisper. She nodded, got up, and gave Himiko a brief hug.

“Be safe, love you” Nami said, pulling back.

“I will, love you too bye,” Himiko responded, before turning to the living room and giving those who were awake a wave goodbye. She then made her way down to the street and headed east towards the subway. She stopped briefly at the coffee shop to grab her, and Shanks’s drinks where she was forced to put Ace’s hat on to be able to carry the drinks. She was going to attempt to carry it all but decided against it. She knew the hat was expensive and didn’t want to potentially stain it. Once she was on the subway, she grabbed a seat and pulled out her phone. She clicked on the DM request Ace had sent her.

Ace: Hey, I’m sorry if I overstepped last night.

Himiko: TBH I don’t remember most of last night.

Himiko squinted down at her phone and tried to rack her brain of any interaction she had with him the night before. She remembered standing in line with him, and maybe vaguely playing pool with him, but that was it.

Himiko: I think I might have stolen your hat tho

Himiko: I’m free tonight if you want to meet somewhere to pick it up

Himiko immediately got a text back.

Ace: Okay, I live in center city if you want to meet up at the hospital’s garden.

Himiko: Sure, I’ll be heading downtown to meet up with Sanji at 6

Himiko: Would it be okay if we met up around 5:30?

Ace: That’s perfect. See you then.

Himiko slid her phone back into her bag as the train pulled into her stop. It was a short walk to their apartment from the subway. Himiko didn’t know why but she had an underlying feeling of anxiety. She wasn’t sure if it was the gala the next day or the fact that the trip was finally here, but something felt off. She found herself at the entrance of the apartment complex before she was able to further examine the feeling. She scanned in and made her way up to the 12th floor. She tried to push the negative feelings down to deal with later. She and Shanks only had 4 hours to pack before she had to head back downtown to try on the dress that Sanji had made for her. She had been his model for his final assignment. His final was based on something found in nature. He had made a white ballgown inspired by clouds. It was a happy accident that the colors for the gala were white and red based on the hospital’s logo.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of their door. Shanks opened the door as she was digging around for the key.

“Hey,” she greeted, smiling up at him. He didn’t respond as he stared down at her; eyes glued to the hat on her head with a serious look on his face.

“Shanks?” she said, pulling him out of his daze.

“Hey,” he responded gruffly, moving to the side so that she could enter the apartment. Himiko slipped off her shoes before she cautiously walked past him put down the drinks on the island and hang up the cowboy hat on one of the pegs next to the door.

“What’s with the hat?” he asked, perched on the back of the couch facing her. He looked annoyed. Himiko had never seen him like this. He had a cute wrinkle between his brows, but she bit her tongue to keep herself from commenting on it.

“Oh, it’s one of Luffy’s poly sci friends. I somehow ended up with it last night. I’m returning it on my way downtown.” She said leaning against the island across from him.

“You have no idea how you got it?” he asked looking down at her, a serious look still present on his face.

“No,” she said shaking her head, “I don’t remember most of last night. I think I may have beaten him in pool for it, but I’m not positive. The only clear memories I have of last night are dancing with Vivi and Nami.”

Shanks’s gaze softened at her omission.

“So, you have no recollection of being around him?” he asked.

“No, I think he might have left early with Luffy’s other friend” she replied.

“And you have no memory of kissing him?” he asked.

“What, no,” Himiko answered confused, “Last time he and I had anything physical happen was over three years ago.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” Shanks said pulling out his phone and walking over to her. Himiko squinted down at his phone screen. It was a picture from Luffy’s story. At first, it looked it only looked like a selfie of him and Sabo, but if you looked into the background, you could just make out her kissing Ace. It was a bit blurry, but between his hat and the reflective stars on her dress, there was no mistaking it.

“When the fuck did that happen?!” she said, taking Shanks’s phone and zooming in on the image of her and Ace. It must have been early into the night. As she clicked through the remaining photos on Luffy’s story she found no other traces of Ace. All of them looked standard. They left the club and went to the diner for food before heading back to Vivi’s.

“Okay, his message makes way more sense now.” She said handing Shanks back the phone.

“What message?” he asked, his demeanor slowly going back to normal.

“Oh, when I messaged him about the hat, he said he was sorry if he overstepped.” She explained.

“Do you think it was consensual?” Shanks asked.

“Yeah, no I’m not sure why I agreed to kiss him, but I most likely consented as much as you can when you’re drunk. Ace isn’t that kind of guy to force himself on women.” She responded.

“Okay, good,” Shanks said, his posture had relaxed.

“Sorry, you had to find out that I did that in this way.” She started, “If I was more aware I would have let you and Mihawk know before doing anything.”

“It’s okay Sunshine, based on all the empty cups on the table it looks like you had more than your share of drinks.” He said pulling her into a hug and pecking her forehead. Himiko returned the hug, before placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back slightly.

“Were you jealous?” she asked glancing up at him.

“What, no I was just confused.” He responded, not making eye contact. He had a light dusting of a blush on his cheeks.

“Really, 'cause you looked pretty annoyed. You even got a cute little crease on your forehead.” Himiko said teasingly.

“I-Okay I may have been a bit jealous.” He admitted, looking down at her bashfully.

“In the future, please tell me if I’m doing something that upsets you; I never want to purposefully cause you any additional stress.” She said looking up at him fondly.

“Okay,” he nodded, pecking her on the lips while keeping a firm hold on the small of her back.

“I think it might be a good idea if we reevaluate the conditions around me having external relationships next time, we’re all together.” She said. Shanks nodded in agreement, pecking her lips one last time before pulling back.

“Shit,” Himiko said looking at the clock.

“What?” he asked.

“We only have three hours to get everything together and packed.” She said fully pulling away from him and pulling up the text Mihawk had sent them outlining everything they needed to do.

“The list isn’t too long,” Shanks said, glancing over her shoulder, “Plus if we can’t get everything done today, me and Mihawk can always work on it before the gala.”

“Shanks he literally gave us one job. I don’t want him to have to worry about it with a time crunch.” Himiko said looking up at him.

“Fine,” Shanks whined, “I’ll work on brushing Anko, cleaning the litterbox, and writing the pet guide for the sitters.”

“Who are the sitters?” Himiko asked.

“Oh, their a set of older lesbians that live two floors up from us. One’s an abstract painter and the other was a well-known mystery writer in the 70s” he said.

“Wait, aren’t the caretakers of the lake house also an older lesbian couple?” Himiko asked, confused.

“Yeah, that would be Judith and Marge; they live in the town at the base of the mountain. Judith is a psychic and Marge is an owner of the local sex shop.” He answered casually.

“Okay? Did you specifically scout out older lesbians for these jobs or was it just coincidence?” Himiko asked.

“It was just a coincidence, but I’m glad it ended up this way. Both couples are extremely reliable and are able to make educated decisions while we’re not present.” Shanks answered.

“Alright, fair enough I guess.” Himiko said, shaking her head before zoning back in on the list, “I’ll work on cleaning out the fridge, cleaning/putting the dishes away, and putting the laundry away. I guess after that we can meet up then to pack our bags and pack all the group essential items.”

Himiko put on a Lofi playlist and started to clear out all the things that would expire while they are gone. She made quick work of the dishes before heading to the laundry room and starting to fold and sort the clothing. She was about two-thirds way done when Shanks came in and embraced her from behind.

“Did you get all of Anko’s tasks done?” she asked, as she continued to fold.

“Yes, she’s had her weekly brushing, I cleaned her room, and the care directions are printed and pinned to the fridge,” Shanks said as he perched his chin on her shoulder. Himiko bit her lip to contain a shiver from the sensation of his hot breath on her ear. Shanks began to press light kisses against her throat as she finished balling up the socks. She tugged him back by his hair the second he switched from soft kisses to sucking a hickey into her throat. A deep groan emitted from him as she held him back with a firm grasp on his hair. Shanks took the opportunity to pin her hips to the table with his when she released his hair and turned to face him. He tilted her head up by her chin and pulled her in for a desperate kiss. A whine escaped Himiko as he began to grind against her stomach. She threaded her fingers through his hair once again to pull him off her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she panted as they rested their foreheads against each other.

“I think I was trying to get my reward for doing such a good job on my tasks.” He answered cheekily.

“Shanks we’re barely halfway through the list-” she started, she kept a firm grip on his hair as he tried to steal another kiss.

“But baby it’s been so long,” he whined, “I want to feel you.” He said as he began to grind against her stomach again.

“It’s only been a week,” she argued, still holding him back.

“It’s been a week and one day,” he argued back.

“You’re insatiable,” she sighed, looking down at her phone for the time, “We only have an hour and a half before I have to go,”

“That’s plenty of time,” he said back.

“Okay,” Himiko sighed, “If and only IF we get everything on the list done in the next 45 minutes, I’ll give you a reward.”

“Do I get to choose the reward?” he asked,

“Yes, but it has to take less than a half hour, so I have time to get ready to leave.” She conceded.

“Okay,” he nodded, giving her one last peck before pulling back. He slung his laundry bag over his shoulder and sped walked to his room. Himiko shook her head as she followed him out of the room with her laundry basket. This plan was either going to go really well or really bad.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: Hey, I'm back! ^-^ Sorry for the unintentional hiatus. I finally have my associate degree! I wanted to update this story last week, but I got a really bad cold and was in bed on all my days off. I'm feeling better now and I'm hoping to be able to regularly update this fic throughout the summer.

Thanks as always for taking the time to read,

-Locke

#dracule mihawk #dracule mihawk x reader #red haired shanks #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk #red haired shanks x dracule mihawk x reader #modern au #red haired shanks x reader #sugar daddy au #surgeon mihawk #dilf mihawk #Stuck #dilf shanks #cross posted on ao3 #ao3 crosspost

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tonguetyd · 7 months ago

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Can I ask what is Canada Man? 👀

AH I KNEW IT WAS COMING SOME DAY!

Here’s the story of how I know the beautiful moderator of my life, @lifemod17

The year is 2020, everything has shut down, and I downloaded an app called TikTok. One day, a man comes across my page doing a kinda cheesy POV video of leaving a voicemail for somebody. But it is a rather cute video about “hi! Hiiiii. You got this!” etc etc I don’t remember the details

But I check out his page and he’s got a bunch of mental health-type “hey, the world is kinda fucked, but we’ll figure it out, or just sit through the sucking!” And so I follow him.

His name is Sebastien R Teller (sebrteller in a lot of places too)

And turns out, wouldn’t you know, that he also goes live on TikTok! And also on twitch! And is a funny dude! But MORESO! The people *in* his chat are some of the most wonderful caring lovely funny ridiculous talented skilled inCREDIBLE humans that I had ever met.

And for the first time all year, I feel peace and hope and like things are gonna get better.

My first friend I made through Seb’s chat was Tonee and my life is so much better for it.

He doesn’t really stream or post those kinda tiktoks as much anymore (he’s got an acting career and a dog and a fiance and Quinn audios if you’re an adult and life to focus on now). But he was an integral part of my life the last few years and so a lot of things Tonee and I talk about will be references to him or Seb’s Cafe (the name we used for our chat/discord) or Cafe Radio or things like that.

He’s also Canadian so. Canada Man.

And yes he was one of an ALARMING number of straight men doing the maid outfits for Halloween…2(?) years ago and it was ridiculous but very amusing

But TLDR: I am forever thankful that I stumbled into Seb’s Cafe ❤️

#drift lore #❤️💛#Canada man #Seb’s cafe #answered asks #shatterthefragments

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dumb-doll-lips · 1 month ago

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Okay, I have not yet formed thought about discord. Basically is the only like other social-y app I use.

I know like the absolute basics of making server thing I think. But I do kinda feel like there’s prolly a way to use that as an option to be a little more chatty and stuff and maybeeeee using a call there to share like live audio of me when I’m sharing toy links sometimes maybe.

Thoughts so far:

I think the more group chat could help bc it’s like one place to reply vs many.

I think it could maybe also be more transparent about if like there’s a lot or little attention coming my way for like gaging my ability to like engage.

Still would give some of the more public vibes I like bc it could be more open, or def more open then a dm.

Currently would not think I’d be sharing any extra pics or anything there.

Also for sure at least starting off, wouldn’t want to like have private side convos there. I don’t want more stuff to manage.

I dunno. I really like like engaging and being active on here when y’all get to play w my toys. And thinking this could maybe add more while also hopefully not feeling as overwhelming

Def open to suggestions. I got a little stuck trying to figure out how to not let tumblr messages overwhelm me when I think off opening them up. And started thinking a little about what else I use. I dunno. I feel like I’m just being more attention whore than usual.

#poll #personal

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goombasa · 3 months ago

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What's Your Default Software Spread?

This is a quick one to sate some curiosity I've had. With so many large software developers alienating their audience as of late, I'd love to know what sort of software people are using in their day to day lives or in their creative pursuits. Do you still use larger, well known brands or are you using smaller, more independent or open software? Just be aware, I'm not interested in something that is ‘better’ than what I or other people use, I'm just curious what you use, and why you use it. So to start us off, I figured I'd give a quick list of some of the stuff that I use with some relative frequency, and maybe some of the other stuff I use occasionally.

(Unless otherwise noted, the programs I use are totally free)

Librewolf: I've been in a position where I've been taking browser privacy really seriously lately, and so far, Librewolf has been my answer to that. It's basically a pre-hardened Firefox with everything that could be used for tracking and fingerprinting disabled by default. This does lead to some issues; anything requiring webgl basically won't work with this out of the box, and so websites that have a lot of interactivity don't always work, so I have to keep another browser on hand for those at times, but as it stands, Librewolf out of the box is really, really good if you are pretty privacy conscious.

Freetube: Youtube sucks. Or at least a lot of the corporate ideology behind it sucks. So I've taken to using Freetube for basically all of my youtube viewing. While it does keep me from engaging in the social aspect of Youtube (I can't post comments, for example), I can view my videos and subscriptions without ads and without an algorithm constantly telling me what to watch next. It isn't perfect (there are times when an update temporarily breaks its ability to play videos) but I vastly prefer it and the huge swath of customization options it offers to any of the official apps or the website itself.

Discord: This is one I wouldn't mind replacing down the line if a better option became available, but Discord is basically where all my friends are, and it's voice and text chat options make communicating with my friends very easy. It's also one of the few non-open source softwares I still use.

OBS Studio: While I would love to start streaming at some point down the line, I primarily use this as a means of recording footage on my computer, and at least on my system, it does so without taking up a lot of my system's resources, and let's me play around with a bunch of different layouts and building a fun looking visual, and keep different layouts for different uses.

Thunderbird: I prefer using a client to keep track of my email, and Thunderbird has made some really good strides forward in terms of layout and usability, and while I was using it beforehand, it's become one of my favorite email programs, especially after switching away from using Gmail as my main email client.

Web Apps: This one kind of straddles the line a bit. It's an app that comes pre-installed on Linux Mint and I've found it very useful for turning websites into standalone applications. Any time I want to scroll through a web feed or use a video-centric site like Twitch, I turn it into a web app so I have the site as a standalone app, which helps in making it much easier to focus on it if I need to. Sadly, much like Librewolf, it isn't fully compatible with every webiste, especially ones that are heavier on interactive elements, like virtual tabletops and the like, but it works decently well otherwise.

Audacity: Can't get much better for open source audio editing. It's not as powerful as other DAWs, and I do find it very clunky trying to edit together multiple audio tracks in it. However, when it comes to recording and editing voiceover and apply effects, I find this to be a very dependable, easy to use program, powerful enough to make my voice sound halfway decent.

KDENLive: As a Linux user, video editing is a bit difficult. Yes, you can use Da Vinci Resolve on Linux, but it's a pain to get working and an even bigger pain to keep working, and I prefer stuff to work out of the box if possible. There are a few native video editors for Linux, but when it comes to ease of use, learning curve, and doing what I need it to do, KDENlive is the best from my perspective. If it did have a native version, I'd probably rather use Hitfilm, as that was what I used back on Windows, but with how simple my videos tend to be, this one works just fine, at least for now.

Retroarch: It's one of the most versatile and wide-ranged suites when it comes to emulation you could ask for. Not entirely 100 percent, there are still some other stand-alone emulators that I have to use for certain systems, but Retroarch makes working with my older systems really, really easy to work with rather than having to have a bunch of individual programs for it, and pretty much anything I would want to play runs perfectly through here.

Solanum: It's a pomodoro style timer. There are a ton of timing apps like this out there, but I find this one to be the most helpful for me. I actually don't use it very much for working. Instead, I use it as a way of keeping track of how much time I've spent sitting, and when I should get up and actually stretch my legs a bit.

Onlyoffice: Office software is a must, because I generally don't like to store a lot of my stuff on microsoft or google servers. Only Office is the only software I've found that is open source and gives me the option to work on a document or spreadsheet cooperatively with a friend without having to sign up with a bunch of guff that I don't need, while also giving me some very solid Microsoft Office alternatives for when I prefer working on something locally instead of putting something on a server.

Trillium Notes: When I'm not working on a story or a video script, I've taken to using Trillium Notes to working on documents. Heck, I'm writing out this (along with all of my blog posts) in Trillium right now. It uses a tree structure that makes formatting and organizing my notes and sections of a document really easy, it lets me export my notes as HTML or Markdown, it easily lets me nest my documents together and group them based on topic so that I casn very easily organize and find what I'm looking for if I'm, say, doing worldbuilding for a D&D campaign or such, and probably my favorite feature is that it constantly autosaves. I've been spoiled by this program in that I have never once had to hit CTRL + S at any point while using it. It's fantastic.

GIMP: I'm aware that there are other Photoshop alternatives out there. I actually used Affinity Photo back on Windows, and really liked that, but Affinity doesn't run well on Linux, even under compatibility layers, and I don't really like using web-based applications. If you haven't noticed, I prefer local software, so while Photopea is really giving Photoshop a run for its money, I don't really use it that much. GIMP is a good image manipulator, and it works great for the simple tasks that I need it for, though I am under no illusion that it is the best. My biggest criticism for it is that it is very beginner unfriendly and fairly unintuitive in the way its tools and features are laid out. However, after some practice, it's easy enough to wrap your head around, and it works great for everything that I need it for, which is usually just putting together a basic video thumbnail or editing together a simple stream background or layout.

Krita/Inkscape: I'm putting these two together for right now because for me, they both are serving a similar purpose, which is learning how to do some proper art. I'm very early in my journey, but both Krita and Inkscape have proven invaluable for starting programs in learning how to properly art. While yes, they focus on two different kinds of art (Krita is more traditional raster images while Inkscape is for vectors), making some basic stuff in both has been really helpful with getting to grips with the fundamentals.

Blender: Much like traditional art, I've started learning some basics for 3D modeling as well, and of course Blender was going to be my starting point, it's free, it's powerful, and it basically has everything that's needed for every step of the process, with its newer versions being far more user friendly than it was before. I did actually try to use it back before version 2.8 came out, and boy was it a struggle.

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Godot: If it isn't obvious already, I'm trying out a lot of different new hobbies and mediums, always slowly and perpetually moving forward with them, and game design is one of them. I chose godot mostly because of its open source and visual building capabilities, giving me the ability to learn how to make and build a simple game and ease myself into how to code a game as I go rather than having to learn to code right at the start, which, as someone who has not really had any experience in coding, makes me feel more at home with the environment, and with a lot of learning material cropping up for the engine as of late, I'm enjoying my time with it.

VSCodium: While I might not be much of a programmer, I do want to learn, especially as I get more into the weeds of game design, but this program is more for me to freshen up a passion that I had back in high school, which was building simple web pages with HTML, and this program is purpose built for viewing and editing code. I could use basic VS Code for this, since it does have a native Linux version, but VSCodium is basically the same program, just without the Microsoft telemetry. Yes, there are some add-ons that don't work outside of the Microsoft version, but honestly, any add on that I want to use is available for this version, so at least for me, I haven't lost out on much by keeping Microsoft's spyware off my system.

Tellico: I collect a lot of stuff. Books, games movies, I love going bargain hunting and coming back with a big armful of things that I didn't have before, whether they're rare or common, interesting or banal, I just like physical media. But sometimes it's tough to keep track of everything that I have. Tellico allows me to create and maintain a collection database that is pretty versatile and easy to work with and lets me enter in everything in my collection and keep track of it.

Calibri: As much as I love physical media, sometimes it's easier to just keep hold of a digital collection, and Calibri is fantastic for digital books in this regard, mostly because I don't have to worry about the file format or having it locked down to a single service. I can also use it across multiple devices, which is great when I have a very large library to maintain.

Handbrake: This one is lumped in with KDENlive somewhat, as I use the program primarily to compress the videos I edit since KDENlive doesn't have a built in compressor itself. It's also really useful as a DVD and blu-ray ripper.and that about does it, apart from basically listing out every program that I use for viewing or listening to the files on my computer, like Elisa for music files for example, but I don't really have a lot different to say on those, and I don't think they're worth listing out here at the moment. I'm interested to hear if you guys use anything similar to these, or if you use something totally different.What are the applications that you tend to use the most, and why?

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