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Everyone in 3 months from now.

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It started with the bed— May was the first to notice.

“Peter,” she said, stood in the doorway holding a small stack of folded laundry. “Honey. Why is your bed in the middle of the room?”

He looked up from magazine he’d been flipping through. He was laying on his bed. The one smack-dab in the center of his bedroom.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his lips pulled into an apologetic smile. “I just wasn’t... comfortable against the wall.”

She stared at him. He stared at her. They both blinked.

“Right,” she said. “I have your laundry. I’ll just put it...” She placed it on the dresser. “Here.”

“Okay,” Peter said, weirded out by the entire interaction, “thanks May.”

“Are you packed for this weekend?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m heading upstate in the morning.”

—

“You live in the middle of the woods,” Harley reminded Tony for the thirtieth time. He swatted at a mosquito that landed on his bicep. “What do you want to go camping for?”

“The better question,” Tony said, “is why we didn’t give Peter more to carry.” His back was arched with the weight of the tent and the cooler. Peter eyed him with feigned annoyance.

“I think it’ll be fun,” Peter said. “Morgan will like the s’mores, at least. And probably sleeping in her sleeping bag.”

“Or she’ll end up sharing a sleeping bag with me or Pepper,” Tony said. That was likely. Even though she was good about sleeping in her own bed, whenever they went on trips it never failed that she ended up with them.

Harley shrugged. “At least she’s small.”

“You have clearly never been kicked by toddler feet in the middle of the night,” Tony said.

“Whose bed do you think my sister climbed into when she was scared?”

“Fine, I’ll send Morgan to you then.”

—

No one— not even Peter— had noticed the distance he was keeping from Morgan. Not until it was time to make s’mores.

Before, the night had been calm and filled with the incessant screech of cicadas. They’d made hot dogs, watched Tony, an engineer who graduated with a degree from MIT, struggle to put up a tent (it hadn’t helped that Happy was also trying to put up the tent).

Peter was on his third La Croix of the night when:

“Peter, do you mind making sure Morgan doesn’t burn herself?” Pepper asked. She was on her third glass of wine. He had a feeling she wasn’t a fan of camping. Or maybe she was taking advantage of having built in babysitters. Either way, Peter didn’t mind. Harley was deep in conversation with Tony and Happy was trying to find the campground bathrooms.

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. Potts.” Morgan’s face lit up. She hopped up from the log she’d been perched on.

“Don’t run near the fire!” Peter warned for the fifth time that night. This kid didn’t fear anything. Which was... impressive, considering who her parents were.

When she had nearly crossed the distance, Peter tensed. One moment, he was sitting on a log. The next, he was across the clearing.

“Peter!” Morgan scolded. Peter blinked. He didn’t remember getting up.

“Uh,” he said, and tried to play it off with a laugh.

She took another step toward him.

It was almost a waltz. Morgan stepped toward him, Peter scurried back. The hair on his arms stood up straight, his shoulders tensed. Tony and Harley both looked at him like he had three heads. Morgan looked like she was about to burst into tears.

“Wait!” He said, holding his hands out, “don’t cry!”

He wanted to move toward her, but his feet wouldn’t budge from the ground. He was stuck.

He was stuck, and Morgan was about to cry.

He could feel his cheeks heating up. Everyone was watching him. The conversations around him had ceased.

“Peter, what’s wrong?” Pepper asked, concern knitting her face.

“I...” Peter looked around. “Don’t know.”

This didn’t feel like his Spidey sense. It wasn’t rooted in anxiety, wasn’t gnawing at his stomach. No, it just felt off. Like the bed against the wall, or standing too close to train tracks. When he stepped away from Morgan, he didn’t realize he was doing it until the motion had been completed, until the distance had been crossed.

Tony rose from his seat. His arms hands were out, cautious. When he stepped toward Peter, there was no urge to move. No involuntary shuffling.

“Morgan,” Tony said, straining to not sound freaked out. “Why don’t you have Harley help you make s’mores?”

Morgan looked like she wanted to protest, but Harley was already scooping her up.

“I make better s’mores than Peter, anyway,” he said. “He skimps on the chocolate.” But when he shot Peter a look, it was tinged with worry.

Worry.

Why did these nice trips always have to end with someone being worried about him?

Tony put an arm around Peter’s shoulder, guided him out of sight of the clearing, toward the river.

“Something wrong?” He asked, quiet enough that no one else would hear. And Peter knew what that question really meant.

“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what that was. I couldn’t—“ he cut himself off. “Everything’s fine.”

“You sure? This isn’t one of your...” Tony looked thoughtful. “Tingles?”

He really needed to get May to stop saying that.

“No,” Peter said, and he was more confident in that answer than the last. “I don’t know what that was but it was different.”

“Uh,” Tony said, because that was an extremely unhelpful response, “okay.”

—

The think tank took place out of earshot of Pepper, Morgan and Happy. Peter’s face was buried in his hands. Harley’s knee bounced. Tony sniffed. They’d already been there for fifteen minutes, and their brainstorming had turned up empty.

“What, is it the bug spray or something?” Harley asked. His attempt to lighten the mood was still thick with stress.

“No it’s not the—“ Peter paused. The day before he moved his bed into the center of the room, the apartment had been sprayed for insects. They sprayed where the wall met the floor.

Before sending Morgan up the path, Pepper had sprayed her with bug repellent.

For a moment, the three of them watched each other. Then, Harley reached into his bag and pulled out some OFF! He stared at Peter. Peter stared at him.

Peter nodded.

Peter had put ten feet between them before he’d even popped the cap off.

“Well,” Tony said, “that clears that up.”

“Holy shit,” Harley said. He was doubled over, his face red with laughter. Peter pouted.

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september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

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I would like Bucky to kiss me or choke me. Either way is good.

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just saw this on twitter, be careful folks

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Condoms Are For Everyone

Condoms were originally designed to cover the penis. But if you don’t have a penis, and neither does your partner, condoms are still your friend. Here’s why condoms should be a part of your sex life.

1. Condoms turn into dental dams lickety split.

First of all, yes, you CAN get an STD from having unprotected oral sex. A dental dam is a barrier that covers your vulva to protect you and your partner from STDs when you’re going downtown. You can turn a regular old condom into one of these magic tools with little-to-no crafting skills. All you need is a pair of scissors. Check out our tutorial and start having safer oral sex.

2. Condoms keep your favorite sex toys neat and clean.

It’s possible to transmit an STD by passing a sex toy back and forth during sex. Luckily, condoms make great covers for dildos, vibrators, and plugs. Put a new condom on every time you or your partner use a toy.

3. You can wear a condom like a glove for safer fingering.

Covering up your hands during manual sex (fingering/fisting/whatever you’re into) can keep bacteria out of your partner’s vagina or anus and prevent cuts from your fingernails. Condoms or latex gloves both work, but condoms get bonus points for already being lubed up.

And there you have it: Safer sex and STD testing are super important no matter who you have sex with. So visit your nearest Planned Parenthood health center for info, testing, and a big pile of condoms.

-Emily at Planned Parenthood

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Date

Sooo back when I was 15 this guy hit me up on Instagram and was like we should hang and we texted for a while before I even asked my mom if I could and she said no. Now let’s just to today and the same guy messages me and says he’s like to date me on date and so I’ve been texting him all day. He lives about an hour and a half away from me now and I just I have like three different feelings towards all of this.

1) He actually wants to go on a date with me and we’ll have a good time.

2) He wants to get in my pants.

3) This is all just gonna be some joke and I’m gonna end up sad because nothing happened.

Now I don’t know why a guy would try and do the third one considering that we have no history where making a fool of me would be a reason to do this. 1 & 2 are posibilities that I see happening but also why would he drive all the way to where I live just to get in my pants. Like he doesn’t live in a small town or anything so I’m sure he could sleep with anyone he wants because this boy is hella attractive. So why would he waste his time tryna get in my pants for one night? Idk. But 1 is just so weird to me because I have never gone on a date, not one guy has ever shown interest in me that wasn’t after me because of my sexual preferences or my body in general but those only happened on here before the porn bots were shut down and now on another site that I use for that content. So I’m just genuinely like... excited but also nervous because what about me could be so interesting that some guy is willing to come down here to go on a date with me? I mean yes, I’m attractive, or at least I feel like that sometimes. He wants to take me star gazing and I just I’m excited and I want this to be genuinely into me because I’ve just had so much shit go down in my life where i don’t trust people anymore and I just don’t know what to do about it. I’ll be able to accept the fact that he came down to just get in my pants, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself but I’ve already been on the phone with my friends while he’s texted me and I just don’t want to end up looking like a fool if this boy just never shows up because man I am tired of feeling like a foul when it comes to men. I mean I have VERY minimal experience with men compared to women and honestly I’m scared that something is gonna end up making me regret all of this. I just idk what to do. He asked me when I’m available and I said Sunday and I’m wondering if he’ll actually come down here especially since he starts classes the next day just like me. I really want him to be a gentleman and I really want this to actually happen because like I said I’m tired of being boo boo the fool and having men break my heart.

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How Do Court Reporters Keep Straight Faces? These are from a book called Disorder in the Courts and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while the exchanges were taking place. ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning? WITNESS: He said, ‘Where am I, Cathy?’ ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you? WITNESS: My name is Susan! _______________________________ ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact? WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks. ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active? WITNESS: No, I just lie there. ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth? WITNESS: July 18th. ATTORNEY: What year? WITNESS: Every year. _____________________________________ ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you? WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can’t remember which. ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you? WITNESS: Forty-five years. _________________________________ ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory? WITNESS: I forget.. ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot? ___________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn’t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn’t know about it until the next morning? WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam? ____________________________________ ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the 20-year-old, how old is he? WITNESS: He’s 20, much like your IQ. ___________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken? WITNESS: Are you shitting me? _________________________________________ ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time? WITNESS: Getting laid ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: She had three children , right? WITNESS: Yes. ATTORNEY: How many were boys? WITNESS: None. ATTORNEY: Were there any girls? WITNESS: Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney? ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated? WITNESS: By death.. ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated? WITNESS: Take a guess. ___________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual? WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female? WITNESS: Unless the Circus was in town I’m going with male. _____________________________________ ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney? WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work. ______________________________________ ATTORNEY: Doctor , how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people? WITNESS: All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight. _________________________________________ ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to? WITNESS: Oral… _________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body? WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 PM ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time? WITNESS: If not, he was by the time I finished. ____________________________________________ ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample? WITNESS: Are you qualified to ask that question? ______________________________________ And last: ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing? WITNESS: No.. ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy? WITNESS: No. ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor? WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar. ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless? WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.

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Lizzo is such a fucking queen.

I work on myself daily to be a better person. When I react in a negative way to somebody, I sit back and think about why I did it, so I’m always working on myself, and my music is the same.

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