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NASA released the clearest pictures yet of our neighbours in the solar system

Oh and of course us

Honourable mention

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"I’m not sure if this counts, she found herself typing, but I grew up with the guitarist from Corroded Coffin.  Middle school talent show, he asked me to be his girlfriend.  I said yes and we high-fived and then he never spoke to me again.  Now, when creepy guys try to hit on me, I say oh no, so sorry, I’m actually dating a musician named Eddie.  It’s technically true.

Who would’ve thought some cute reminiscence from her childhood would blow up in her face so absolutely?"

the edges of your soul, I haven't seen yet by makeshiftcandy rated E Chapter 1

(from my prompt)

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PEDRO PASCAL BY SØLVE SUNDSBØ FOR VANITY FAIR

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explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

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JOSEPH QUINN as MICHAEL in Hoard

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oh ok

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Time for a new Jelly, new good vibes! Good luck everyone, it’s gunna be good soon

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Harry and Jan Da Souza MobLand | 1.05

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new trailer wednesday 🤭

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1 year ago, Joseph Quinn was at the press junket with Lupita Nyong'o, starting the press tour of A Quiet Place: Day One in New York (june 22, 2024)

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YES!!! GET IT HAZEL!!! 😁😍

Can we have a sneak peek of what Hazel's up to?

It's been so long. I miss my girl.

Oh you sure can!

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Dinner is filled with predictable squabbling, dramatic gagging over the sacrilege of eating vegetables on pizza, and Connor dropping an entire cup of grape juice all over the kitchen floor.

But at the very least, you have one ace in your back pocket when the topic of what’s going to be on the TV once Hugo has been put to bed at eight-thirty.

“Hazel, tell her what Mama Jenny said,” Malik is whining as you come back down the stairs. He drops his voice when you put your finger to your lips and push your hand down like you’re forcibly lowering his volume. “Maddie has to go bed too, she’s too little to watch Red Hook Road with us.”

“Yes I can,” Maddie exclaims. “I only get scared sometimes and even then—”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you hold up both hands this time. “We’re all going to watch Red Hook Road, alright? All of us together. And even better, we’re going to start at the first episode so that nobody misses anything. But Miss Maddie,” You interrupt the sounds of surprised excitement and point to the kitchen, where Joe is loading the dishwasher. “Joe has something he wants you to see before we do.”

“What is it?” Connor asks immediately.

“I want to see too,” Malik insists as the two of them follow Maddie across the living room.

You hang back and lean against the door frame, watching as Joe sits down at the table and pulls out his phone. Maddie climbs into his lap like she’s known him forever and waits patiently while he pulls up the video he’d shown you earlier when he’d made this suggestion.

“Who’s that?” Connor asks, looking over Joe’s shoulder to squint at the screen.

“That’s my friend, Jamie,” he says and then swipes to a photo. “And that’s the monster he played on TV.”

“Really?” Malik’s eyes widen in surprise. “He looks so cool!”

Joe looks down and peers at Maddie. “Do you want to see how they made him look like that?” She nods quickly and he pulls the video up again. A timelapse from a million years ago condensing the four hours Jamie spent in a makeup chair each day to turn into Vecna on the Stranger Things lot into about a minute and a half.

You watch with a smile playing on your lips as Maddie, Connor, and Malik all watch, mesmerized by the speedy transformation. When it’s over, Maddie looks back up at Joe. “That’s from the movies?”

“Mmhmm,” he nods and gives her the phone to advance the progress bar herself. She slides it back and forth a few times, changing Jamie into Vecna and back again in the span of an instant. “He looks really scary, doesn’t he?”

“Really scary,” Maddie agrees before looking up again. “But I like scary stuff.”

“I do too,” Joe assures her. “It’s quite fun to be scared, isn’t it?” She nods again, looking like she’s finally found someone who understands her. “But if you get too scared when you’re watching your show—or maybe later, when you’re trying to get to sleep—you can remember that it’s just makeup, right? It’s not real. And underneath some big scary monster, it’s just a silly little guy like Jamie.”

It's such a simple solution for this argument you’ve been arbitrating for half the summer, that you can’t believe you didn’t think of it yourself. And solve the problem it does. Halfway through the second episode, Malik grabs the tablet from its place on the charging mat and pulls up YouTube to see if there’s a behind the scenes video of the monster of the week.

It sends him down a rabbit hole of clicks and after twenty minutes of looking up special effects and prosthetics, neither Malik, Connor, or Maddie notice when you turn off the television.

You let them stay up later than usual, allowing them to explore this newfound corner of the internet until ten before you herd everyone up the stairs to their bedrooms. The boys require no special tuck-ins or bedtime rituals, so you leave them to brush their teeth and get beneath the covers while you head down the hall to check on Maddie.

“Need me to check the closets or under the bed?” you ask as she climbs into her bed.

She pulls up the comforter to her chin and shakes her head with a grin. “Nope. I’m good.”

“Okay,” you say as you turn off the light on her dresser.

“But maybe still the nightlight,” she adds quickly. “Just in case.”

“You got it, sweetie.” You bend to kiss the top of her head. “Thanks for hanging out with me today.”

Maddie smiles up at you and two chunks of soft blonde hair dislodge from the French braid you gave her after her shower. “Hazel?”

“Hmm?”

“Is Joe your boyfriend?”

The question stops you after you’ve plugged the stained glass nightlight into the wall. “Um. I…don’t know,” you answer honestly.

“Why not?”

You open your mouth and close it again as a few different answers flutter through your mind. “It’s…uh—”

“Complicated?” Maddie finishes for you with a deeply unimpressed look.

You can’t help but smile. “It might be, yeah.”

“He came all the way from England to kiss you,” she says, smiling when her assessment makes you laugh. “That’s not complicated. That’s a boyfriend.”

You laugh again. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you promise and give her another kiss for good measure. “In the meantime, you need to go to sleep and dream some good dreams, okay?”

“Okay,” Maddie snuggles back under her covers and is sound asleep almost before you’re out in the hall.

Joe has straightened up the living room and consolidated the leftover pizza into one box by the time you’re back downstairs. He joins you on the couch as you flop down with a heavy, contented sigh.

“You okay?” he asks, letting an arm drop around your shoulders.

It should feel more awkward, you think. This sudden physical affection. These comforting intimacies. It should be strange and a little clumsy, trying to figure out how your body fit against and with another person.

But it’s not.

Maybe it’s because you’ve known Joe for so long—that you know everything about him—that makes it seem so easy and familiar. Maybe it’s because at times, you’ve felt like you know him better than you know yourself. Or because every part of his life was tangled up with every part of yours for so many years it was starting to be difficult to tease apart the tangled knot and find the strings of who you were before him.

“Yeah,” you say after you’ve taken a moment to consider it. You glance up with a smile. “Thank you.”

He smiles back. “For what?”

“For spending the day at the beach with us,” you say as you stretch your neck to deliver a soft kiss to his lips. “And for what you did for Maddie—showing her those pictures and videos.” You kiss him again. “It was pretty dreamy of you.”

His one arm tightens a little bit around your shoulder as he slides his free hand over your cheek and into your hair, pulling you closer for a long, slow kiss that flips your belly with excitement and has you fisting the material of his t-shirt as you sigh into his mouth. “I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he whispers against your lips when you finally pull away for a breath.

Your eyes are still closed as you hum a little sound of amusement and feel him tap the tip of his nose to yours. “Is there anything else you’ve been wanting—now that we’re all alone and you have the chance?”

“There is one thing, actually,” he says, letting his thumb brush over your cheek as he ducks his head to press his lip to the underside of your jaw, ghosting a kiss over your pulse before he kisses over to your ear. “I want to know what you taste like.”

You swallow hard as you pull back just enough to meet his eyes again. “What did you just say?”

The edge of his lips twitch in a little smirk. “I think you heard me.”

You should probably say no. You should probably tell him that he’s just going to have to wonder until he can bring you back to a hotel room that’s been cleaned more recently than the Clinton administration. You should remind him—and yourself—that your parents are not night owls and they’ll probably be home any minute.

But when you open your mouth to share any of these protests, all that comes out is, “Come upstairs.”

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“Hot and bothered” in the sense that it is 90 degrees out and I am extremely annoyed

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there’s a murder on the dance floor

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“who is the fittest?”

of course everyone picked joe

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potty mouth