small summer self-care tips from one mentally ill person to another, based on ur hogwarts house
more books if you can, video games that are happy if you can’t.
find one project you love and chase it doggedly, even if it’s fanfiction. ideally, work on this project w/other friends that are working on projects, so u have accountability and community.
set small goals and crush them, even if they’re managing to get rid of the Depression Water that’s been sitting on the side of your bed for three weeks with a dead moth in it
whenever you hear yourself call yourself bad names, whisper “shut up, salasar,” and fix it. call yourself the most ridiculously pretentious and complementary titles you can think of
every time ur brain tries to kill you, tell it you will succeed out of spite
acrylic nails, regardless of your gender. sometimes they are 50 cents at the drug store. click click click
don’t get caught up in the wildness of summer, try to take a few steps back from friends when stuff starts getting dangerous. write down “we are about to do X” and decide if it’s something your mom would be okay with.
blanket cape + make urself a paper crown
for every liquor drink please drink 1 glass water. friendship hydration challenges are also a lot of fun, but as a warning, i will win them
roller coasters will make u feel awake for a bit and that’s fun but friendships shouldn’t make u feel like you’re trapped on one
courage is your crest. remind yourself of that when ur facing your demons. also, dye your hair a fun color.
you’re not too much for someone to handle just because you’re energetic or whatever. this summer relish in not toning it down. take your meds with water and bite anyone who makes fun of you for them.
give urself time to recharge. know your limits. sometimes courage is also saying “no thanks”
the sun isn’t out all the time. you don’t have to always be the cheery one. if you fall, your friends will catch you. keep yourself around your loved ones. they’ll forgive you, even if you’ve been gone.
cooking and baking for other people is actually so much fun, try and eat a little while you get it done
watch children’s movies and shows. it’s okay. take a little while and let yourself feel like you’re seven and the world isn’t as loud as it is.
dark scary makeup and instagram photos
be patient with yourself. okay you’re not getting better right now but that’s okay. the slope is very slippery. it’s a long climb to the top, but you got badger claws. start with washing your hair. you’ll get there.
when they are only hurting you, they do not deserve your loyalty. it hurts to say goodbye, but it will be better when they leave.
hard work does include dragging yourself into the shower after six days without it, good job, you
find something to be curious in every day, keep that mind working. it helps to slowly teach yourself something, even the anatomy of a bird wing.
you aren’t bad if you can’t focus. neither can i and i’ve been a ravenclaw all my life.
it isn’t about being “smart” and you don’t need to fit some neurotypical version of that to be clever; wit comes in all forms and if you chase something unconventional at least you’re chasing something
tuna and rice is a good meal with a low price and v low production abilities. turn on TedED while it’s cooking and zone out to something vaguely educational. at least you’re learning?
you aren’t and you’ll never be only good at things because of your disease. if someone says you paint beautifully because you’re sad, paint them eating their words. also, peaceful coloring.
bird mouth from pringles chips. caw caw
go outside. catch breeze, draw leaves, eat fruit, discover small happy.
So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!
It’s time for another Hiveswap development team interview!
Hey there, Hiveswap and Homestuck fans! Ash here once again, and as promised, it’s time for another interview with the talented folks on Hiveswap’s development team! And don’t worry – if you missed the first interview, with our environment art director Rah, you can find it right here!
Who’s in the hot seat today? Why, it’s Adrienne, our lead animator! She can tell you far more about her work on the project than I ever could, so without further ado, I’m going to hand things off to her – after reminding you all to take good, long looks at the wonderful examples of her work peppered throughout this interview. Take it away, Adrienne!
Introduce yourself to the fans! What is your specific role on the Hiveswap team?
Hiya! My name’s Adrienne and I’m the lead animator for Hiveswap. I work together with Angela, the animation director, on roughs, cleanup, background and cutscene animation – anything that moves!
When and how did you get your start on the Hiveswap project?
I was hired full-time in January 2016, but I started doing some sprite conceptualization in late 2015 in tandem with [S]:Collide work (I animated sprites for the main big bads and did thumbnails for some of the sequences).
Tell us a little bit about your career background! How did you get your start in animation? Do you have any advice for others looking to enter this field?
Homestuck is basically my career background, ahaha.
I drew a lot of fan art for Homestuck after I finished catching up in late 2012. I got some attention from my work and I was asked to do comic pages for Paradox Space. Then I did work for the Homestuck calendar. Then I just became more involved in the comic after that by doing thumbnails, sprite animation, comic pages, snapchats… and now I’m working on the game… it’s been a wild ride from fan to full-time fan.
But as for how I got started in animation, a lot of it was influenced by anime and then DeviantArt while I was growing up. I grew up with Naruto and loved Norio Matsumoto’s work in it (he did the key animation for the best episodes!). And on DeviantArt, I liked following OCTs (Original Character Tournaments) and was particularly inspired by Unknown-Person’s work.
My general advice would be to value learning and exploration, and have less expectations of what life should hand you – it makes a lot of circumstances feel like a pleasant surprise and a good opportunity to learn something new. That’s how I felt when I stumbled into this field anyway, haha.
We’re making a video game, so of course the question must be asked: what’s your favorite game of all time, and what games are you playing currently (if any)?
Agh, what a difficult question. My most-played genre is colorful multiplayer shooters like Team Fortress 2, Overwatch, and Splatoon.
I finished Nier: Automata recently and now I’m working through Persona 5. But when I’m not working through that game, I play Breath of the Wild (most of my time is spent riding my horse around Hyrule – it’s very calming).
Are there any games that you currently use or have used as inspiration for your own animation work here on Hiveswap, or just in general?
I generally use Homestuck flash animations as an inspiration for Hiveswap sprite animations.
When I’m working on cutscenes, I look to Professor Layton stuff. I love how they integrated cutscenes with gameplay in that series.
As an animator, you must have some favorite cartoons and/or anime – tell us about them!
My recent favorite is Mob Psycho 100. The raw and rough quality of the animation for that one is my jam and the main cast is really inspiring. Avatar: The Last Airbender is still my top favorite for its epic storytelling and world-building. Naruto always has a special place in my heart since it’s one of the earliest things that inspired me to study animation.
Other big influential works for me were Princess Mononoke and How to Train Your Dragon.
What’s your workstation like? Do you like to listen to any particular kinds of music while you work? If so, tell us about it!
Here’s a picture of my workstation! If you squint at the bottom screen closely, you can see me taking the picture. But anyway… yeah. I am a little embarrassed for people to know how saturated my workstation is with inspirational quotes (there are papers of handwritten motivation on the walls behind me), but that’s just how I deal when the anxiety gets a little rough.
When I want to focus (usually for rough animation and concept art), I pull up an electronic or classical playlist on YouTube (and recently Spotify) or have no music playing at all. But for everything else (cleanup, in-betweens, etc.), I dig into different genres once in awhile but Imagine Dragons and Americana/folk stuff are my go-to. Acoustics sound really nice in these speakers.
Favorite Homestuck character?
Egh, this is impossible… I’m gonna say it’s between Rose, Jade, Roxy, Kanaya, Terezi, and Vriska… um…
Favorite Homestuck ship?
Rose/Kanaya has never once failed me! c: (I think John/Terezi is really funny too.)
Favorite Homestuck flash?
Urgh… I don’t know, there’s so many that I love. In terms of like… cool and creative setup, [S] Cascade probably? [S] GAME OVER is cool too, because everyone died and the stakes just got so much higher. Oh! I just remembered [S] Make her pay as well!
This question is impossible.
(In the above animation timeline, the first frame is held for 4/24 of a second, the second frame for 2/24 of a second, the third for 2/24, and so on.)
Do you have a personal message you’d like to relay to all the Homestuck and Hiveswap fans out there?
Thank you for all your support, and for your patience in making it through the Giga/Mega/Omegapauses intact!
Where can people find more of your work? Link us to your own little corner(s) of the Internet!
If you want to see more of my stuff, my Tumblr is the place to be!
Thank you, Adrienne! Well, folks, I hope you’ve enjoyed this second Hiveswap development team interview – and don’t worry, there are still plenty more to come!
Now that we’ve gotten things rolling, from here on out we’ll be bringing you a new interview every Wednesday, so be sure to check back every week for a new behind-the-scenes look at the development of Hiveswap and the talented people behind it!
Could you list all of the tropes that you consider "feel good violence"?
Okay, “Feel Good Violence” is very simple as a concept.It’s violence that feels good, when you’re reading it, when you’re watching it on screen, because for the perpetrator violence can feel really damn good.However,that is violence when taken outside of context. It is violence without consequences. It is violence for the sake of violence. Violence that serves no purpose but to prove the character or person is tough.
Protagonist Sanctioned Bullying - Bullying in general is a fairly popular method to achieve “Feel Good
Violence” because bullying does feel good. The audience sympathizes with
the protagonist, so when the protagonist acts they cheer for it. Its
not presented as bullying by the narrative, but it is still bullying.
Usually it’s a rival or a character set up to “deserve it”, but sometimes not.
Making people afraid makes you feel tough. Many authors will fall prey to the sweet lure of bullying and not even know it because bullying is violence without fear of consequence. Most often, they’ve been the recipients rather than the perpetrators, and acting as the bully is a very different ballgame. It is an emotional and psychological high. You feel big, strong, safe, and untouchable. Powerful.
In their worst incarnations, most superheroes become bullies.
Bullying is all about control, protected status, and freedom from consequences. An entirely fictional world creates the opportunity for all these things, with the narrative itself siding with the bully. Bullying is Feel Good Violence writ large in real life. It’ll follow you into the fictional world just as easily. Power is a high you never forget.
This is very common trope for characters who also act as a means of self-insertion by the author. For them, it isn’t bullying. It’s an example of how awesome their character is and how tough they are.
Everything But Dead
- When the only morals applied are if someone died, the rest is sanctioned without comment. There are no narrative consequences for the character’s behavior, and everyone cheers them on. Anyone who calls them out is an acceptable target, usually evil, or the protagonist wins them over in the end because their actions are “justified”.
By Any Means Stupid - This is the “by any means necessary“ trope, where the violence really isn’t necessary and the author just wanted an excuse to paint the room red.
Unprovoked Violence Is Always the Solution - This is the one where the protagonist skips all the other steps and goes straight to preemptive violence against a total stranger, for no reason other than it makes them appear tough. Usually not framed by the narrative as bad, but it is. Oh, yes, it is. Worse there usually aren’t any consequences for the hero physically assaulting someone in a room full of witnesses because everyone knows they’re the hero, right?
Random Violence Before Strangers is A-Okay - The
protagonist disembowels a bully in front of their victim in order to
protect them and receives effusive thank yous. Nothing comes from this.
The bad guy is dead. We all feel good. All is right in the world.
Except… violence freaks people out.
Acceptable Targets - These are people designated by the writer as non-entities and targets for violence regardless of narrative context. A very slippery slope that is ever descending. But, you know, it feels good? Sure, so long as you’re not on the receiving end. This kind of dehumanization happens in real life too, just in case you were wondering.
Beating Up My Source - You have a character who collects information from an old standby, they threaten and beat up that standby regularly to show they’re tough. At what point does this seem like a terrible idea? Never! Hey, they’re a bad person so you feel good, right?
Waving My Gun Around - Trigger discipline is just the beginning of this problem.
A gun is not a toy. but you’ll find a vast array of narratives who use it that way in order to look tough.
Killing Your Way to the Top - You can’t really destroy organizations like this. Killing the people at the top will just lead to someone else taking their place. Whenever you create a power vacuum someone will fill it. You can’t destroy an organization by killing. It doesn’t work. But, it feels good!
Must Obviously Be Boy - Because female fighters are unicorns and the mooks have never laid eyes on a woman before. Usually part of a larger narrative issue with violence, but acts as a “get out of jail free” card.
Clear the Building - That time the character decided to knock everyone out to prove that they are tough. Weirder when it happens on stealth missions.
I Am Not Gaining Levels - When you’re reading a book and the character is fighting like it’s a video game. They fight everyone like they’re in an RPG chasing XP. Why? We don’t know, but it makes them feel good.
Let Me Shoot Him Twenty Times - We could call this spray and pray, but let’s pretend for a moment the magazine could run dry.
Magic Bullets - The bullets that go where you want, stop when you want, and don’t cause accidental casualties. You know, like the protagonist blind firing through a wall and hitting a four year old playing in the yard across the street.
Body Armor Always Prevents A Blow-through - Nope!
New to Training, Perfect Sparring - That time the main character took on their evil rival (school’s top/better trained student) in a sparring match and won, especially when it was their first day.
Sparring Just In General - The vast majority of Western media doesn’t understand the concept or purpose of sparring. Many authors seem to think its a UFC match where you just beat each other up and the first thing you do during training to “assess your capabilities”.
Queuing for Combat - This is an old Hollywood trick where the burden of a group fight is lifted as the stuntmen wait their turn to fight the protagonist. Particularly egregious in written action sequences where the author doesn’t grasp the concept of teamwork. It also warps the understanding of how many people its possible for a human to fight at once.
Terrible At Torture - Torture is a terrible way to gain information in general because it doesn’t lead to a confession so much as confirmation bias. The subject will tell you whatever you want to hear because they want the pain to stop. It’s even worse when done poorly, which it is 90% of the time. Usually, media uses it for shock value or to prove how tough a protagonist is. Torture is not putting a blowtorch to someone’s foot and hoping for the best. It’s far, far more complicated than that. Neither torturer nor subject come out of the experience whole. Besides, the unimaginative protagonists say, “screw you!” The clever ones lie.
What Is: Dress for Success - How we dress our characters is often necessary for crafting a sense of narrative realism. This comes in often as a reason for why its so difficult to take female action heroes seriously, but it happens to the guys too. Not a bad trope on its own, but often symptomatic of a larger narrative approach to violence that ends with “feel” and “good”.
Beautiful and Badass - This one is a very specific female fantasy, which is that you can meet all the cultural standards and definitions for beauty while being in direct defiance of them. These are the female characters who are never touched by the combat they engage in. They are always graceful, always elegant, always beautiful in motion and the narrative will pause to tell us this often. “She fights like she’s dancing.” For these characters, their supermodel-esque beauty is a natural extension of their being. They don’t work at it. Combat is incidental. It’s a set piece to tell you how awesome the character is. It generally amounts to nothing, serves no real narrative purpose, but by god the author is going to walk us through it in excruciating detail. Combat and character are separate, and consequences are for other people.
My Instincts Performed A Wheel Kick - Your instincts just don’t work that way.
There’s probably more, but that hits most of the major sins.
Keep in mind that many of these tropes are not issues by themselves. They often work when context and consequences are taken into account by their narrative/setting. Generally, this results in characters with no accountability for their behavior and exhibit no responsibility for their actions. The issue, of course, is that responsibility and accountability are what make well-written violence work. Violence often drives the narrative. It’s part and parcel to who the character is, and their decision making. It’s the difference between a character who presents themselves as tough or skilled and one who actually is.
the clip starts with eva talking aboutcauseries: humorous written piece that, in english, can be referred to as “talk of the town”. eva says she’s not good at it while noora says she doesn’t even know what it is. 👀👀👀
even before sana starts focusing on the carrot munching, from the very first second of the clip, the audio has a slight echo to it. which could just be the staircase in which they’re in but i’d think that the team would fix it in post-prod. i feel like they left it because it gives a daydreaming quality to the scene and sana’s pov. from the start, she’s not really listening.
carrot munching from the trailer
i’ve seen people comment that noora is eating too loudly, that’s not what it is. firstly: have you ever managed to eat a carrot silently? and secondly: the shot is to show how much sana is annoyed by noora now. when you hate someone, you tend to find every single thing they do annoying. suddenly, they breathe too loud, eat too loud, are just generally gross.
in my attempt to find out if there was a word for this phenomenon other thanmisophonia (as i understand it, misophonia is when you’re hypersensitive to certain sounds regardless of the context or person…i was looking for a word for when it happens only when you hate someone), i discovered a video of 5mn of carrot munching noises. here it is if you want to die.
as sana focuses on noora and eva joining the group, she tunes out the noise around her just as when in prayer or when she was looking at yousef’s facebook profile. it seems thatthe music from sigur rós is used here as it was used in the other focusing scenes.
isak literally gets his nose into other people’s business (and i feel that almost everyone noticed immediately, despite how little of the frame it takes, because ofthe reading sense)
again, we have isak trying to reach sana and he says exactly what’s on sana’s mind: “has sara stolen all your friends?”
I had just come out the shower and was now chilling in my boxers. There I was
laying in my bed watching the Justice League DVD on a Saturday night while my
room mate was out having fun at the club on this rainy night. In my opinion,
this was a better way to spend my night instead of going out in the rain to get
sick. I am Derek, a slender light skinned black male with brown eyes. I’m not
much of a party enthusiast as most in my age category of 18 are but I am human
and my dick was starting to make me aware of that fact as it ascended from
slumber. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a virgin. I lowered the TV volume and just as I was about to give it some
attention, there was a text notification sound on my phone .
Me (Derek Towers)
My friend AJ
hit me up on whatsapp. Now AJ was an attractive guy with an amazing ass and
what I had to guess was a pretty good size dick. I could only imagine as I saw
the outline once while we were on the beach. AJ was an easygoing fellow about a
year older than myself. We met at my job at the hotel where I was a waiter and
he was a lifeguard. He was cool and we got along great but he was ridiculously
homophobic and there was no way I was going to let him know that I played for
conversation, I still had my little problem. I opened the tumblr app on my
phone and scrolled down looking at sexy guys for hours, occasionally watching
some porn video. Eventually, I saw a new story by my favorite author @morrisondauthor
entitled “Freak by Night 7: Freaky Sneaky.” His stories are always so
sexy that I find myself ejaculating before I get to the end. I get so upset
when he takes a while to post his stories because they give me life and take me
to a world I could never imagine. For some reason, the context usually gets me
hornier than the images he uses. I got to the good part and it made me so close
to my climax when my phone notification alarmed me. If you haven’t guessed, it
was AJ letting me know he got home safely. He went on to tell me about his
night and how he had four rounds of sex with his date in her car and she came
all 4 times. I was so jealous, I was trying to come once to satisfy myself and
he interrupted me boasting about his extravagant time. Now all I had in my mind
were images of his sexy ass f***ing her sexy ass in the car and my vivid
imagination made me ten times hornier. I had to get my nut so I told him the
Me: You got
your nut now I’m going to work on mine
Pamela? 😂😂😂 Night. Don’t forget the jergens.
dignify him with a response. Instead I went to the living room and sat in the
couch with nothing on but my boxer briefs. My dick stuck fully erect through
the hole in my boxers and I jacked away once again replaying Morrison’s story
in my head imagining it was me coming down the stairs to a sexy surprise. The
sound of the thunderstorm outside with sprinkles of rain violently pelleting
the window fueled my hormones and I could feel my balls ready to release the
seed from their constraints. Suddenly there was a loud crash at my doorstep
synonymous with a lightning bolt outside which ignited fear into my heart and
caused me to forget that I was horny. Cautiously I approached the door and
peered through the peep hole to notice nobody standing in the hallway. Still my
curiosity wouldn’t let me rest so I opened the door ready to put my self
defense skills to the test if I needed it. Imagine my disappointment when I
viewed my roommate, Kevin wet from head to toe lying at our doorstep in the
fetal position. He appeared to be highly intoxicated and since he doesn’t have
a car, I can only assume that a Good Samaritan literally dropped him at the
door. As the epinephrine wore off, I started to realize that I was once again
disturbed from achieving my natural high.
Even though I
was upset, I couldn’t leave him there like that so I dragged him inside. Like
AJ, Kevin was straight, usually requesting that I keep the “gay shit” to
myself. Yes, he knew about me. I’ve known him since we were kids because we
were neighbors and grew up living in each other’s homes. When I found out that
I had a taste for both girls and boys, I was around 13 and Kevin was the only
person I told at the time. His reaction to the news could have been better. He
called me a faggot and stormed out of my house. We didn’t speak for weeks
afterward. Eventually he came to me randomly one day and apologized. I couldn’t
forgive him and asked him to leave letting him know just how much he hurt me.
He didn’t give up though and proved himself from that day forth that he wanted
to be my best friend again. He fought off bullies, walked with me home from
school and acted like the friend he was before I told him. I forgave him after
a while and we were boys again. He constantly tries to get me to go out and drink
with him but like I said before, I really don’t have a taste for it. We got
this apartment when we moved to Florida for college and we get along well
despite his occasional battles with alcoholism. Even so, it’s never been this
bad.Kevin loved the gym and he worked out every weekday evening at 5 and went
jogging every morning at 6. He took his physical health very seriously which is
why I never understood why he drank alcohol. He also managed to maintain above
average grades for his track and field scholarship at UCF.
I lifted Kevin
off the floor and even though he was rather heavy, got him to the bathtub and
removed the wet clothes from his barely responsive body. I haven’t seen him
naked since we took baths together as kids but when I saw his naked body I had
to step back and admire the marvelous muscular masterpiece. My eyes wandered to
his dick which wasn’t even hard yet his uncircumcised attachment was 7 inches
long and fatter towards the base. I finally snapped back into reality left to
get a glass of warm water and an empty bucket in case he vomited. I ran some
warm water in the bathtub and thoroughly bathed him. I couldn’t believe I was
cleaning a grown man, but I didn’t want him to go into hypothermia. Not only
was he drunk, but he was also wet from the cold rain. He started to gain a reasonable
level of consciousness.
are you doing?”
and cold just relax and drink this.”
I gave him an
aspirin and the glass of warm water and watched him take it.
“You were wet
let me sleep it off?”
would you rather get a cold or die from dehydration and hypothermia?”
He sucked his
teeth, “you didn’t have to remove my boxers.”
“Hey if it’s
wet it comes off.”
“Get out,” he
said covering his private area.
could pass out at any minute. Look, I already lifted your heavy ass in here,
removed your clothes by myself then took my bare hands and wiped your dirty
ass. In fact it was my hands that peeled back your foreskin and cleaned your
penis. It’s a little too late for modesty.”
speechless so I said, “What’s that on the floor? Pick it up you’re making
down, “What? What are you talking about?”
lip, now get out the tub and come dry off”
funny,” he sarcastically mumbled as he stumbled out the bathtub.
I was right
there to catch him with a towel and prevent him from falling. I began to dry
his body when he smartly remarked, “I can do it myself you know”
I removed my
body support and he dropped to the ground barely breaking his fall with his
“I thought you
“Help me up”
“Help me up
“Help me up
“Help me up
“D’, I’m not
“Ok,” I began
to leave the room.
“Fine, Please help
me up Supreme Overlord Towers”
“No problem.” I
helped him up and noticed he had an erection.
yours?” I teased.
I assisted him to his bedside and helped him slide on his boxers.
“I feel so embarrassed,” he admitted
“Why? It’s just us here, chill.”
“This is not fair. You’ve seen me naked now and I even got hard,” he slapped his face in embarrassment.
“We used to bathe together all the time, washing each other’s backs and laughing at each other’s nakedness. What’s the big deal?”
He couldn’t make eye contact and stayed quiet so after sucking my teeth, I slid off my boxers, threw them to the side and danced around in a circle wagging my dick from left to right.
“Woah!” He exclaimed.
“Now I don’t have on anything. Are you happy now?”
He laughed hysterically, “that’s not what I meant.”
“Go to bed.” I helped him lay down and covered him with a warm blanket.
I turned around to leave but to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, “Please, don’t leave me again.”
“Again? I never left you.”
He burst into tears, “yes you did. When I called you by that word and you got upset with me, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never wanted to lose my best friend. Those were the hardest months of my life, I never even cried over a girl like that.”
Confused, all I could say was, “This must be the alcohol talking.” I turned to leave again.
“Please!” He shouted.
“Okay, okay, just don’t yell like that again. The neighbors are sleeping.”
“Sleep here tonight.”
“If that would make you feel better, fine, but don’t vomit on me please.” I went to the corner to get my boxers.
“You don’t need those.”
Once again, confused but internally contented. I happily obliged, turned off the light went on the other side of his queen sized bed, pulling the covers over my exposed body.
The sound of rain pattering on the window echoed in the room and I was falling asleep. Unexpectedly, I felt a warm gentle touch on my dick that slammed the emergency brake of the train to dreamland. My dick was being massaged by none other than my best friend. I silently protested in my head not wanting to disturb the amazing sensation I was feeling which caused me to leak pre-ejaculation fluid. My brain finally gained control and I managed to stop him.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Shh. Just let it happen.”
“Now you sound like a rapist. This has to be the alcohol affecting you. You are not in your right frame of mind.” I got up and as I was standing up to leave, he pulled my hand and I landed supine right on the side of him. He lay against me leaning on his side I could see the shadow of his head in front of me and I could feel he was staring at me. Lightning flashed and I saw the look in his eyes that paralyzed me for that moment. I felt the heat radiating from his head increasing in intensity as he slowly approached my face. I felt like Chris from Get Out in the hypnosis scene, helplessly watching this happen through the windows of my eyes. When the eternity passed and he connected with my lips, the curtains closed but I could sense the brightest flashes of lightning outside. I regained control and participated in the best kiss of my life. Opening our eyes and pulling apart met us with nature’s fireworks applauding our performance.
“Wow,” we chorused.
He grabbed my body and brought me into a passionate make out session, rubbing his well toned body against mine allowing me to once again feel it’s shape, this time against my own. He went down to the left side of my neck and started sucking on it while rubbing his hands all over my back down to my bare ass. I hate hickeys but the euphoria was too intense to stop. I felt electricity flowing through my body as he continued. He kissed his way down to my left nipple and I expressed a soft moan. It felt like there was a string directly attached to the pleasure nerves in my dickhead. He continued kissing down my abs until he got to my pubic hairs and he got up. My eyes opened reacting to the sudden pause. We breathed deeply and synchronized.
“I never did anything with a dude before,” he admitted
“I’m still a virgin,” I countered.
I felt my face blush with embarrassment only to be aroused with pleasure at the immediate moist warm sensation that came from the head of my dick. Did he really just put my dick in his mouth? I looked down and he continued down the nine and a half inch solid shaft managing to get half of it in his mouth. That was the most mind blowing feeling in my life.
“You sure you never did this before?”
He chuckled and continued up and down repetitively sending me to a new level of heaven. He paused again and I couldn’t handle any more suspense. I reversed our positions and did exactly as he did to me in the same sequence. I thought my reaction was intense but as I sucked his neck his hands went all over my body and their favorite place was my ass. I worked my way to his nipples and he let out the sexiest deep moan that I couldn’t compare to all my years of watching porn. It send jolts through my body causing me to be extra turned on. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what that dick tasted like. I skipped his abs and went straight to his pubic hairs which like mine were short lavishing in the musk they produced. I licked his dick from the base along the underside to the tip where I licked around the head tasting the pheromones produced. I experimented sticking my tongue in the entrance and he jumped.
“That was intense!” he smiled
I continued taking his head in my throat and he rewarded me with another deep moan. I continued my assault down the shaft attempting to go as far as I could. I made it as far as about 3 inches when ii felt my teeth hit his skin and I pulled back thinking about how much that hurt.
“Easy with the teeth baby”
Baby? If I wasn’t black I’m sure my face would be an apple right now. I tried again, this time opening my mouth as wide as I could and I made it down 5 inches of his eleven before I started to choke and retreat for air. He moaned again and that made me determined to get to the base. I went for it again this time holding my breath and swallowing as I went down fighting hard to resist the urge to cough. I think I made it as far as 9 inches that time but it was as far as I could possibly go. He let out another deep moan lasting longer than any of the predecessors.
“Damn baby no girl ever committed to going that far down.”
I was happy to satisfy him but after that I went up and down taking in only what I could manage, slobbering all over that sexy tool of his. After a few minutes, he pulled my head up and lead me in another intense kiss.
“I want to make love to you baby.” He stared intimately at me.
“I want to fuck you.”
“You gotta let me fuck you too”
“No way I’m letting you anywhere near my ass with that thing.” He protested
“And I’m supposed to let you in mine?”
“Yeah but I love you and I want to prove it to you by taking your virginity.”
“I love you too and you can prove your love by letting me fuck you and take your virginity as well”
“I’m not a virgin.”
“Your ass is.”
“You always did have a smart mouth. It’s one of your most attractive qualities.”
“Well, the ball is in your court”
“Ugh….Okay, just go easy on me please.”
“I could say the same.”
“Okay turn over.”
“Umm no. We need to do a couple things to prepare first”
“We? Things like what?”
“Yes we! Come on, I’ll show you”
I went in my bedroom and grabbed my fleet. It’s a good thing I got two new bottles just in case a miracle happened. Didn’t think I’d get to use them so soon. I researched online how to prepare a long time ago and even practiced a couple of times. I taught Kevin what to do and after a while we were ready. We returned to his bedroom and turned his desk lamp on dimly. The patter of the rain was the only sound for a brief moment.
“That felt wierd,” he complained.
“Well there’s one more step we have to take,” I handed him the tube of lube.
“Hold on no need to rush just yet, I want to taste that ass first,” He kissed me intently then moved both of my legs up and attacking my asshole like it was his last meal. I don’t know which was better, that blowjob or the other level he was sending me to while he ate me. I felt his tongue go places that I didn’t know anything could. All of a sudden, I had this epileptic episode I couldn’t control. I was so weak after he finally finished with me. He grabbed the lube and inserted a finger inside my hole to open me up. He worked his second finger in there. and was about to enter.
“You better go up to 4 fingers, that thing is huge”
The third finger hurt like pins and needles. and the fourth was even worse. I really thought I was bleeding. He waited until I was comfortable, somehow managing to remain hard during the entire exercise. I guess he was as horny as I was. He entered me in the missionary position and I felt a sudden sharp pain as he passed my sphincter that sent kilojoules of electricity through my body. I cried and wanted to stop but he held me down and comforted me,
“Relax baby, just relax.”
I took slow deep breaths until the pain eased and he did not move. He waited until I was comfortable before he continued penetrating me at a steady pace. He didn’t go all the way in but he started a slow rhythm with about three inches of his massive meat. He only went further when I was in agreement. I stopped the rhythm and pushed him on his back without severing our connection. Gently I lowered myself onto his rod taking inch by inch until to my surprise, I fit the whole thing in there. I was so proud I almost didn’t notice the euphoric look on Kevin’s face.
“Damn baby, you sexy as f***,” he complimented.
I began a steady rhythm on him and I could feel him hitting my spot every time. Our session went on for a while. We went in every position we could imagine possible until he had me on my belly leaning against the edge of the bed drilling me.
“Hold on baby, you’re going to make me come,” I warned.
“That’s the plan baby,” he smirked.
I realized what he was trying to do and used every will power I had to stop myself from coming and resist him, ending that part of our session.
“You think you’re slick. I’m f***ing your ass tonight.” I retaliated.
He had a look of disappointment on his face but he lie back, removed his condom and succumbed to my wishes. He lie on his back rolling his eyes and pulled his leg up to reveal the prettiest pink spot I’ve ever seen in my life (only one I saw in person but it didn’t compare to anything in porn). I had to treat something so precious with the utmost care. I gently licked it for a few minutes before I let my tongue explore every delicious crevice of his ass it could reach. I imagine his ass would taste like ass but his was surprisingly sweet. I stuck my tongue inside and was shocked when I heard a deep moan escape his lips. I guess he was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued until I tasted something extra sweet and when I looked at it, it was a white fluid. I think he came from his ass. Damn I made him cream from eating him. I couldn’t believe it. His ass was moister than my tongue and I tasted as much as I could before grabbing the bottle of lube. I didn’t think I’d need it but I did not want to hurt him nor did I want him to chicken out. I inserted 2 of my fingers and they went in without a struggle. I had to fight with the third and fourth because his ass had a constant death grip on them. I positioned myself for entry and took it slow with him, exercising as much care as he did me. Like myself, he seemed to experience discomfort with the infiltration of the head. So I repeated the process and let him get used to it. After a while, he told me to go ahead. I started a slow rhythm and carefully eased inch by inch into him until i was working 5 inches inside him. Without warning, he reversed the situation and put himself on top like I did. He started riding me. I was speechless but it felt so good when he slammed all the way down onto my dick taking all of it. He looked so sexy, I watched as his pecks vibrated and his ass jiggled moving up and down on me. He was so sexy I wanted to cry at the beauty I was beholding. His mouth was wide open and his eyes closed with his head tilted back moaning. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Once again we had another session with multiple positions until I was backshotting him. He creamed on my dick again throughout the experience. It felt so good, I knew I would climax soon. He tried to run but I managed to pull him back every time. He said it was too intense and he couldn’t take much more, begging me to cum.
“What’s my name?”
“Wrong!” I violently pounded him.
“What’s my name?”
“I don’t know.” He cried.
“Yea you do,” I pounded harder, “what’s my name?”
“Supreme (moan) Overlord (moan) Towers,” he cried out in pleasure. With those words, 2 weeks of tension building erupted into the condom flooding it with life fluid. I came for a minute straight. I didn’t even know that was possible. The condom had the most cum I’ve ever seen in my life inside and I have know idea how all that fit in there. I looked down to see that Kevin came too. His sheets were soaked in his liquid release. There was so much I was sure he produced more than I did. We struggled to catch our breaths for bout five minutes. It was still raining and we took a shower together and had another make out session. We dried off and went to my room in our birthday suits. He spooned me and we had a long intense discussion even though it was now 3 in the morning.
“I wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted.
“Why didn’t you?”
“I was afraid.”
“Of what? I’m your best friend.”
“I don’t know. I panicked that day you told me and the reason I freaked out is because I didn’t know how to react. I developed feelings for you and didn’t know how to express myself.”
“All these years and you wait until now to tell me. So what now?”
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Good! A little bit. A tiny bit. Très bien et toi ?(very good and you?)
Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.
Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)
OK, that’s good.
That’s all I have.
Do you say it very often?
What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?
Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.
Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.
I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.
Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?
Do you have friends working at Billboard?
I don't know anyone at Billboard.
When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?
I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.
Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.
I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.
I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.
When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?
It seems like everything has been easy...
You think so? It's French.
It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?
Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.
That's from the European Union!
It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?
Was what simple?
Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...
I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.
What were the unpleasant things?
I don't know, say only one thing.
I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."
You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.
How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?
It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.
Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?
I don't have that.
Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.
This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?
Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.
Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?
I don't know, man!
Really? You don't know?
I don't know. I don't think I want...
Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.
Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.
Everybody sees what they want to see.
Have you seen this?
*video of people reacting to Harry's single*
Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?
Yes I use it a little bit.
*The public disagrees with Harry*
Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.
Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?
Yes, I do mine.
Do you still vote in Redditch?
That's where I was born?
I don't live in Redditch.
So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?
What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!
Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.
Yet, you are in favour of equality of rights, men, women, gay people, straight people... That's politics.
I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.
Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?
Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?
I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.
Which one is the latest?
The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*
Jackson? All of them?
What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?
Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.
You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.
How did you do?
Look at you there.
I am, that's me.
I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.
Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.
*video of Harry's X Factor audition*
You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?
*video of fans around a car*
I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.
I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?
*video of Harry and Lou*
Can we do it?
*does it anyway*
What is the weirdest question someone asked you?
I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.
Ok, that's weird!
It was the first question, the first question.
It puts you in the mood.
What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?
*Harry asks the public*
Which one? Oh crush.
Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.
Oh! Is that true?
Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!
Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.
The bus ride to my university takes an hour there and back each day. Those hours spent on the bus tend to feel like a waste of time. However, that time doesn’t have to be useless.
Check out the transit schedule before you make your timetable. For me, there’s no bus at 3 pm so if a class ends at 2:30 I have to wait till 4 for the bus.
You can’t always be productive the entire time. When I’m on the 7 am bus on Mondays I make a deal with myself: Be productive for at least the first half of the bus ride. After that, listen to music and stare out the window all you want.
Pack your bag lightly. Your back is gonna hurt if you try to bring everything with you. If you and a classmate have a break together, make a deal that only one of you will bring the textbook each week. Or buy a binder-ready copy of your textbook (so you can bring individual chapters with you).
Bring snacks and a water bottle always! You’ll be thankful for that granola bar on your way back, especially on days when you’ve been on campus for 12+ hours!
Things you CAN do on public transport:
Study flashcards. Bring a stack of flashcards with you or use Quizlet. Quizlet is a good app because you might find that someone else has already made flashcards for the class you’re taking, you can star which terms you already know, and you can have the app read out the flashcards to you (I find I remember thing better if I hear them as well)
Do your readings and/or prelabs. I wouldn’t recommend bringing more than one textbook otherwise your backpack will be super heavy all day. Read through a few chapters. If you like to write down notes as you read, bring a pen and a pack of big sticky notes. If you have labs like me, finish up your prelabs for the following week when you’re heading home after a lab. I’ve managed to finish my physics and chemistry prelabs on the bus, every week so far this semester.
Catch up on that Netflix show you’ve been watching. Not so productive, but I see it as a way of unwinding. And if you’re going to watch an episode when you get home anyways, why not do it on your commute? So download those episodes and relax (I recommend The Office and Brooklyn Nine-Nine if you need a laugh)
Read over your lecture notes.You should be doing this anyways so why not do it on your commute? Looking over your lecture notes from classes you had that day will help reinforce the content in your mind. Look over notes from weeks or months ago too. Reviewing older content will help you so much when finals come along.
Watch some Khan Academy videos. Did you know that Khan Academy has an app!?? Download videos beforehand and watch them on the go. Since this requires a bit more focus I’d recommend not watching videos for stuff you just learned that day – go home, read your textbook, and then watch a video the next day to clarify things/learn the info in a new way.
Catch up with people you haven’t talked to for a while. Send a text to your mom or that friend who’s studying across the country. Trust me, they miss you and talking to people who support you is good for your mental health.
Get out your planner (or bullet journal) and plan your week. If you’re feeling overwhelmed making a to do list for each day of your week can help. This also ensures you won’t be forgetting about an essay due the next week.
the howlies got in a lot of bar fights. you might think that the last thing a bunch of soldiers would want to do with their free time is fight people, but actually bar fights were a great stress relief. nobody really got seriously injured, and we tried to keep property damage to a minimum. (and we also almost never started bar fights, for the record. most of the time it was guys from another unit who wanted to prove how badass they were by taking on the infamous howling commandos.) so bar fights themselves weren’t that unusual.
but peggy’s bar fights…oh, they were glorious.
see, peggy never got in a fight for no reason; she was smarter than that. but when she did fight, it was truly beautiful. ive never seen a better right cross, before or since.
so one time we were on leave, sipping drinks in this english pub. the howlies were at the back table, enjoying a couple pitchers, while peggy was up at the bar, chatting with the barmaid. many of the bars and pubs back then had female bartenders–filling the gaps with the men off at war. and generally barmaids (which was what a female bartender was called back then) were the sort of girl pegs got along with–sensible, dependable, and not willing to take shit from any man. so she often enjoyed commiserating with the barmaids while we drank. she used to say she had to be free of us ‘charming gentlemen’ before she wound up blowing things up as erratically as we did. which was hurtful. our explosions were very intentional. mostly.
so peggy got to chat about the best ways to hurl drunken idiots out doors and we got to ply steve with alcohol to see how much booze it would take to make him drunk. (tragically, we never found out.)
on this particular occasion, peggy was sitting at the bar when this mountain of a man came in. and i mean huge. thor-sized. like the hulk’s pinker younger brother. and with him came a dozen or so of his closest friends, all locals. (they may also have been poorly disguised orcs. im not sure, but i wouldn’t discount it as a possibility after seeing all the nonsense ive seen) the group of them made their way up to the bar, wedged their way in, and started harassing the barmaid.
now, i don’t know what they said. peggy refused to repeat it. all i know is that one of the larger idiots said something stupid, laughed, and reached out to grope the barmaid. his hand made it about six inches from her chest when peggy’s fist broke his nose. he hit the floor like a tree falling, and the bar went quiet for a split second before one exceptionally suicidal idiot lunged at peggy.
everything went crazy. there were a good few dozen of us 107th guys in the bar, and all of us knew and adored pegs, so when the mountain-men went after her, every fine man of the 107th went after them. but it turned out that the locals defended their own, and we were pretty evenly matched for numbers. within seconds, everyone was throwing punches. bottles were thrown. dernier used a tablecloth to blind a man and threw him out a window. dumdum used one guy’s fists to hit another guy. i hurled bottlecaps at people’s eyeballs, because it’s fun.(im a sniper. we like distance) steve tried to wade through the chaos to get to peggy, but people kept punching him and then clutching their hands in agony, so he got kind of bogged down.
at the bar, peggy was demonstrating exactly why she was the 107th’s darling–because she could put a grown man twice her size on the ground in two seconds flat. she knocked out six men; seven more promptly fell in love with her.
as the chaos began to wind down, most of the locals had either been beaten down or fled, and only the mini-hulk and a couple others were left, brawling like berserkers. we were just about ready to turn steve loose on them when the barmaid handed peggy a stool. peggy took it, walked up behind where most of us howlies were still duking it out, and broke the stool over the big guy’s head.
he went down hard. the rest of them surrendered out of terror.
(and, possibly, they had also fallen prey to abruptly-in-love-with-peggy-carter syndrome. but really, who wasn’t?)
I agreed to do too much. What I need… The thing is my inspiration for ‘danisnotonfire’ what I need is time and space because I’m an introvert, so even if I’ve been on like holiday with a bunch of people that will kind of stress me out a bit ‘cause what I need in order to be creative and calm down, is just to be alone. I need to be alone in a quiet place and sometimes that means I need to just like eat and read books and just think and look at tumblr for like two days just to recover, just to calm down, just to like dump all of my stress and stuff, so that I can breathe calmly. And then I need to just start from a blank slate and think 'what do I want to make a video about?’ and then you know I think of an idea, I come up with ideas, maybe it’s something I need to write, maybe it’s something that isn’t and then I think it through and then sometimes I hate it, I need to sleep on it, I need to wake up. 'Cause sometimes, I don’t think it’s good, I think it terrible and then I wake up the next day and then suddenly it was just sleeping overnight that gave me that switch that I needed. And I know that some, there’s so many YouTubers that can just bash it out, the thing is like I’m just not a good YouTuber in that sense, you know. Some people they might just be much more functional people that don’t have to deal with all the mental health issues. But for who… you know until I make changes in my life as I go along, just constantly trying to make things better for who I am, what I’m like, you know, this is just how it works.
inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)
“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.
“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”
Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”
“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”
Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.
Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.
It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.
Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”
“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”
Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.
“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.
“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.
Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.
Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…