“How long do you think you can go without sleep before you start getting all loopy?” Jack asks, and Davey typically considers himself a pacifist, but he’s about to commit some crimes if Jack (bless his soul) doesn’t shut his damn trap.
“Jack—”
“‘Cause I read somewhere that you can go seventeen hours without sleep, but then after that your brain feels like it’s had a drink or two.”
Jack continues to yammer on, and Davey can’t seem to find an in to announce that his final tomorrow is cutthroat and thirty-five percent of his semester grade and as much as he appreciates Jack’s presence in Davey’s otherwise silent dorm, he really should be studying. “Jack, I need t—”
“So like. D’ya think if you just stay up really late—or wake up real early and then stay up super late—you could save yourself a coupl’a bucks on nights out? Because I think that’s an experiment we ought’a try out some time.”
It could be because Davey doesn’t know what else to do. It could be because as Jack so thoroughly pointed out, a prolonged lack of sleep is equivalent to one drink too many and Davey’s on his twentieth straight hour without sleep and his fifth RedBull just trying to sustain the energy level that Jack naturally exudes.
But mostly, it’s the fact that Davey just really needs Jack to shut the fuck up right now that acts as the catalyst for Davey to spin his desk chair, grab Jack by the sides of his face and kiss him hard.
Davey pulls away, drops his hands, only to see Jack staring at him from where he’s lying stomach-down on Davey’s bed, mouth agape and eyes wide in disbelief.
That. Was certainly a choice on Davey’s part.
And yet, he’s finally got his hands on that evasive silence he’s been after. He can deal with the repercussions of his sleep deprivation later. For now, he’s got a final to study for and an uncharacteristically quiet Jack to ignore.
Wordlessly, he turns back to his physics textbook and internally quizzes himself. He makes it about ten pages in before Jack quietly calls his name.
“Davey?”
“Yeah?” Davey doesn’t look up from his book, but he still grins.
“What the fuck was that!?”
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Sweet lips that long for golden tanned skin.
Sapphire gin sitting too close to a glass of whiskey.
They swear they aren't in love, but if that's the truth, then they're too good at pretending.
A glance across the room, a not so accidental touch in the middle of the party they only went to for each other.
But this one won't trust himself and that one whispers lies in his own ear; "he'll never love you, because none of the rest ever did".
Maybe one night they'll find courage and cross that hazy, fading line. They can blame it on the alcohol they barely drank, but they'll know.
Lit up like last years Christmas tree. Electricity all over them.
And he'll make this one shout in ecasty to his God. And he'll make that one cry; beg for it to stop.
To never, ever stop.
Because that pretty little bottle of gin has never been held so tight, never been seen for the shining jewel he is.
Now, that handsome shot of whiskey has spilt the last of his secrets all over the floor, and they won't go back in.
Because that golden, tanned skin has been tasted by those sweet, hungry lips.
And they swear they're in love.
That they always have been.
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im not particularly religious but i think it’s very cute that Trans Day of Visibility and Easter are on the same day this year :)
its no question that something like this could be triggering or upsetting to a number of queer ppl given the current sociopolitical climate, so i want everyone to remember that u are loved! Regardless of what u or others believe, there are ppl who will love and support you always. Give yourself patience and treat yourself with care!!!
happy and peaceful TDOV everyone!! And Easter to those who celebrate :D
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I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.
I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:
Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)
Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)
Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often
Eat dessert first
Celebrate well, and often
Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)
Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.
Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate
Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)
Walk without having a specific destination or goal
Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.
I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.
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Thinking about Weird Barbie and how she's the very obviously queer outsider of the Barbie world, she straddles the lines between Barbie and the Real World. She's the most aware of the performative nature of it all. She supports Barbie while also gently mocking her panic at losing the hyperfeminine perfection. Her weird house is also home to the discontinued reject weird Barbies, the outcasts (including very gay earring Ken) who never fell into either the original matriarchy or the Kentriarchy brainwashing.
The other more classically heteronormative and beautiful Barbies both pity and fear her, and at first the narrative pities her as well. She's the vessel of girls going weird and crazy and feral on their dolls and that's amazing. Weird Barbie is aware of who she is and how the world sees her and she loves it. She's Weird Barbie and She Owns It.
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scream 7 fires their highly successful female lead who revitalized their franchise & made them millions of dollars all because of her pro palestinian stance but not a single word from netflix on their side characters in an ensemble cast who are literally saying shit like “zionism is sexy” and advocating for absolutely no ceasefire under any circumstances. this is a hell world.
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i have this headcanon that percy and annabeth are raging accidental flirts. but not with each other. like. they'll go to the coffee shop on fifteenth street. and compliment the barista on his hair and clothes and tip really well. but only for him. and they have no idea this boy is absolutely swooning over them. or. each time they to go the bakery downtown. they take the time to converse with the waitress at the counter as they eat her homemade muffins. and are incredibly vocal about how she's their favorite server. and how much they enjoy seeing her. and suddenly they're the only two customers that can get her services for free. except, they just think she's like that with everyone.
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