Transphobes fear him, all genders want him
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I'm a photographer for a magazine photoshoot and we're having Joe Keery on set for his interview doing promo for his next Djo album. I'm selling him the idea of the shoot-
"This one's for the Tumblr girlies. I'm talking soft boy, neck moles, dumb face, tummy, boys in crop tops, big brown eyes, The Yellow Sweater, chest hair, wet, pretty, freckles, thighs, boys in shorts, cuddling and snuggling, cozy, glasses, But Daddy I Love Him, shirtless. Got that?"
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wanting a crop top hoodie direly
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The first night Steve stayed over, Eddie gave him a Corroded Coffin t-shirt to sleep in. It was meant to be a temporary solution, just something to throw on to sleep, but it quickly became his shirt. It was the most comfortable piece of fabric to ever grace his skin. No matter how much he wore it, it still smelled like Eddie.
After Steve cropped it during a brutally hot summer, he felt tawdry whenever he wore it in front of Wayne. It was worth the slight embarrassment whenever Eddie wrapped his arms around him from behind. Eddie’s hands would rest on Steve’s midriff and squeeze him so tenderly that every inch of him felt loved.
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