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Local SEO Success: Why Lincoln Businesses Choose WebTech Designs

In the heart of Nebraska, where community matters and competition is fierce, businesses in Lincoln are learning a crucial lesson—visibility online is everything. With more customers turning to Google to find local services, the importance of local SEO has skyrocketed. But what sets a successful business apart in local search rankings? For many in Lincoln, the answer is simple: WebTech Designs.

The Local SEO Boom in Lincoln Gone are the days when a sign on your storefront and a listing in the Yellow Pages were enough to bring in customers. Today’s consumers search for “best plumber near me,” “top coffee shops in Lincoln,” or “affordable SEO company Lincoln”—and if your business isn’t showing up, you’re missing out on valuable traffic.

Local SEO isn’t just about ranking for keywords. It’s about becoming the top choice in your area when someone searches for a service you provide. That means optimizing your Google Business Profile, building consistent local citations, encouraging online reviews, and creating localized website content. It’s a lot to manage—which is exactly why Lincoln businesses are turning to the experts.

Enter WebTech Designs: The Local SEO Experts So, why are so many local businesses choosing WebTech Designs as their trusted SEO partner?

Because WebTech Designs does more than rank websites. They build strategies, trust, and long-term growth. Known for their deep understanding of both Google’s algorithm and Lincoln’s business landscape, WebTech Designs has carved out a niche by delivering measurable, lasting results.

Here’s how they do it.

Personalized SEO Strategies That Work There’s no one-size-fits-all in SEO—especially when it comes to local search. WebTech Designs doesn’t believe in cookie-cutter packages. They take the time to get to know your business, your goals, your audience, and your competition. Whether you’re a family-owned restaurant in the Haymarket District or a new landscaping company in South Lincoln, they build a custom roadmap tailored to your success.

From hyperlocal keyword research to competitor gap analysis, every campaign begins with strategy and ends with impact.

Google Business Profile Optimization Your Google Business Profile (GBP) is the most important tool for local SEO. It's the first thing people see when they Google your name or a service you offer. WebTech Designs ensures that your profile is:

Fully optimized with accurate business info

Geo-tagged with relevant keywords

Regularly updated with posts, offers, and images

Boosted with review generation strategies

By managing and enhancing your GBP, WebTech Designs helps local businesses own the local map pack—those top 3 coveted spots under the map that capture the majority of search traffic.

Review Building and Reputation Management In today’s digital age, your online reputation can make or break a sale. WebTech Designs integrates review generation tools and strategies to help businesses earn authentic, positive feedback across platforms like Google, Yelp, and Facebook.

They also monitor and respond to reviews, helping clients maintain strong customer relationships and increase trustworthiness. The result? More leads, more calls, more walk-ins.

Local Content That Converts Local SEO isn’t just technical—it’s creative. WebTech Designs develops content that speaks to Lincoln’s audience. From blog posts and city pages to service area descriptions and FAQs, they craft content that answers real questions locals are asking.

For example, instead of generic SEO content, they create pieces like:

“Top 5 Things to Know Before Hiring a Plumber in Lincoln”

“Where to Find the Best Vegan Tacos in Downtown Lincoln”

“Why Your Lincoln Law Firm Needs Local SEO Today”

This content doesn’t just rank—it engages, builds authority, and drives conversions.

Transparent Reporting & Real Results WebTech Designs believes that SEO shouldn’t be a mystery. Every client receives easy-to-understand reports showing what’s working, what’s improving, and where opportunities lie. Their team offers monthly strategy calls to explain rankings, traffic, and growth—making sure clients are informed every step of the way.

You’ll know:

How many local searches you're appearing in

What keywords you’re ranking for

How your traffic is improving

How many leads are coming from your SEO efforts

In other words, you’re never left in the dark.

Why Lincoln Trusts WebTech Designs Local businesses choose WebTech Designs not just for their SEO skills—but for their:

✅ Deep understanding of Lincoln's market ✅ Friendly, communicative team ✅ Track record of success ✅ Ethical, white-hat SEO practices ✅ Passion for helping small businesses thrive

They’re not just an SEO company in Lincoln—they’re a part of Lincoln’s growth story.

Final Thoughts In a digital-first world, visibility is the foundation of success. Whether you’re a café near the University of Nebraska or a boutique in the Telegraph District, you need to be found by the people searching for what you offer.

That’s where WebTech Designs comes in.

By blending strategy, creativity, and deep local insight, they help Lincoln businesses climb to the top of Google—and stay there. If you're ready to invest in your online presence and dominate your local market, there’s only one name you need to remember: WebTech Designs.

Ready to get started? Visit WebTech Designs today and discover how local SEO can transform your Lincoln business.

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Forever for her. Left in Lincoln, pt. 7 .

10k, softdark!Joel Miller x virgin f!reader

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WARNINGS: I8+, virginity loss, big girthy age gap, angst, dark fluff, reader menstruates, p in v, fingering, grinding, creampie, subtle intimidation, manipulation, horror background elements. Joel is creepy, dark, delulu, and cringe (reader is sheltered, isolated, hormonal). Enthusiastic but dubious consent (brainwashing?), playing fast and loose with climate and fruit. Reader wears a flannel from Joel's closet. Haphazardly edited. This is not the last part.

"We're givin' each other everything, right?" You nodded, then he continued, "So listen." He paused and wet his lips. "I would do anything for ya, peaches." He looked down. "Anything." He met your eyes again and swallowed. "Anything to keep ya safe. . . " He lowered his voice. "an' anything to keep ya mine." 

You woke up in Joel's bed, and he was nowhere in sight. You were warm, almost too warm. The dress was hanging on the back of his bedroom door.  Your undergarments and a pad were on the nightstand.

You took a bath, then put your robe back on and laid on the bed staring at the dress on the back of the door. You could hear the rhythmic scrape of a rake outside and inwardly smiled, picturing Joel doing yard work. You put on your robe, crossed the room to look out the window and felt a refreshing draft as you held the curtains back.  In the bottom right corner of the window's top pane, there was a spiderweb on the outside of the glass. The rake continued to scrape against the ground in the distance.  The web was well-defined and irregular, some of the fibers thicker than others. You admired its intricacy and followed the design, looking for the spider, wondering if it was a male or female.

The rhythmic scraping of the rake lulled you into a trance as you followed the web from the outer edge in, until a black, out-of-focus mass fell right in front of your nose, then you felt a tickle on your chest. You gasped and stifled a squeal. Your body jerked into panic mode. You rapidfire slapped yourself on the chest and felt it smush against your robe. You wiped it on the window pane, then looked at the crumbled spider with its legs drawn in on itself, still moving but barely. It looked like a slow death, but you hoped it wasn't painful. Surely it never thought about its prey this way.  

You took a deep breath and tried to slow your heart rate.  You recalled that time back at your house, outside the spider shed, so long ago – Frank's words through laughter, "we're gonna get through this, honey." You took slow, calming breaths, then swallowed and whispered "sorry," before abruptly turning and walking to the bathroom. You washed your hands and chest with soap again, then came back and sat on the bed. The rake had stopped moving. 

You finally stood up and retrieved the dress, bringing it to the bathroom with you and locking yourself in. You didn't want Joel to see you if it didn't look good on you. Plus, you had to do something really private.

First you went to the toilet. It was its own room within the bathroom. You locked it, too. You sat there for about fifteen minutes trying to let as much of your period out as you could after being horizontal all night. You didn't want all the built up blood pooling in your pad right away. 

Once you did all you could, you washed up and looked in the mirror. You stood there and looked at yourself in your underwear for a minute, mostly looking at your face. You looked different, serious, but vibrating with a new energy. You imagined Joel standing behind you, as if you were in a portrait. Something you'd never have.  But at least you had each other. 

-

You finally put the dress on, over your head. You could just barely reach the back zipper to finish it. It felt much less cumbersome than you imagined it would. It was light and unrestrictive. The lace sleeves had enough room. It felt as comfortable as any other dress. You didn't look in the mirror right away. You looked down at yourself, then  looked over your back, and down your arms. You looked in the reflection of the shower glass and the silhouette looked good enough. 

You turned around to look in the real mirror, and you looked nice. The lace made you feel like a doll, but somehow you looked older than yourself at the same time. You turned around and admired it from the side and over your shoulder from the back, then smoothed it down over your butt and you didn't see the bulkiness you feared from your pad. You looked at yourself head on again, and the only thing out of place was the redness on your chest from scrubbing away the spider. With the dress on, there was a new smile behind your eyes, thinking about how Joel got it for you. 

You went to the kitchen to look out the back window.  You didn't see Joel and were somewhat relieved to have another moment to yourself.  Your tummy felt nervous. You knew it was excitement, but the physical sensation was in discernable from anxiety.  There was a little jar of apple juice on the table with a pill and a note that said "cramps?" You were feeling okay but thought about taking half of it anyway. 

You sniffed the juice and it smelled good. You sat at the kitchen table and stared at the apple juice in the jar, then took a long sip and watched the tiniest bit of apple sediment settle back to the bottom. It was delicious.  You  took half the pill and downed the rest of the juice, then your stomach rumbled. You got an apple from the kitchen counter and sat back down. You inspected it and pressed it. You cut it with your thumbnail to make sure it wasn't rotten. It was crisp, and juice beaded along the crescent moon from your nail. You took a bite and it was fine. You relaxed into the chair and ate the apple. 

Joel had let you sleep late. It was almost mid day.  Just as you were finishing up your apple, you noticed him outside through the kitchen door window. He was standing there and looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He was wearing a white button-up shirt that looked like one Frank might wear to one of his black tie dinners. Joel came inside and as he turned around to close the door, you admired his lower body in a pair of form fitting khakis. 

"You look nice," you told him. 

He exhaled a small laugh and looked at the floor as he crossed the room to you. He sat down at the table and took your hand. "You look like an angel." He kissed your hand and scooted closer.  He smelled like aftershave (although he wasn’t shaved, thank goodness) and a hint of sweat from his yard work. As comfortable as he made you feel, you still got butterflies around him. 

He asked, "Hungry?" 

You nodded. "A little."

"How bout a lil picnic, somethin' light?" 

You nodded "is it nice out?"

"Prettiest day we could want, peaches."

—------

He made some grits and you sat at the table watching.  He pulled the wagon with a basket, quilt, and blanket, and held your hand as you slowly walked. He squinted and looked at the trees, then at you.

He asked, "How ya feelin'?" 

"Good, I'm fine." 

"Good."

You assumed you were going to "your tree," but instead you arrived at a peach tree. He had cleared the area around it so no debris was in the way.  He looked around and asked, "Whatcha think?" 

You looked around.  It was a good spot, away from the back, but not too close to the street. Insulated enough to feel private. You nodded, "yeah, this is nice."

Joel spread out the quilt, then the blanket, then, before sitting down, he took both your hands in his. "I feel so lucky, peaches. You're the most special girl in the world."  His eyes bored into yours. "Really mean that. There's no one like you, darlin'."

You looked down then met his eyes again, biting your lip. "I think you're special, too."

A breeze came and swept your dress out, making the scene feel like a postcard. 

He dropped your hands, then fetched something out of his pocket and looked at it.  Your heart skipped a beat. His thick fingers were blocking your view.

"Now darlin', I'm gonna give ya somethin', but first. . ."

He held it up. It was gold and shiny. Your birth father's wedding band. Your heart skipped a beat and a knot formed in your stomach.  

"My. . ." You couldn't finish the sentence. This meant he knew about the gun, too. . . and your mother's knife.  

Joel must have seen it on your face. "Left everything else how ya had it. You're a smart girl, peaches."  

You tried to read his face. It was soft, sympathetic. You nodded hesitantly. 

"It's okay, darlin'. I don't blame ya. I woulda done the same." He held the ring between his forefinger and thumb and you opened your palm. "Smart to be prepared." 

You breathed a sigh of relief as the knot in your stomach relaxed. But even as it faded, you still had that nervous–no, excited–tummy. 

Joel put the ring in your hand and closed it. He held his hand there around yours and seemed like he might say something else, but he didn't. 

You didn't have anywhere to put the ring.  You had a passing thought to put it on your thumb but it felt stupid.  You felt an urge to say you were going to give it to Joel, but you didn't say anything since he let you off the hook. 

Joel reached back in his pocket and fished out another ring, smaller. It was silver with inset stones. He held it up and said, "I want you to have this one." He stepped closer, so his feet were outside yours. "We're givin' each other everything, aren't we?" 

You nodded, and his eyes watered. 

He nodded with you and his brow furrowed. "I love you. . . And I love bein' a family, the two of us."

Your own eyes felt misty. "I love you, too."

He took your hand, and slid the ring onto it. It was old fashioned, simple. "Ain't never gonna let ya go."

"Good," you whispered. 

—

He kissed your hand, and when he tried to hold your other hand, too, you realized you were still holding your father's ring. 

"Um," you cleared your throat. "Would this fit you?" You asked and opened your hand. His face relaxed. 

"I dunno, peaches," he whispered. His eyes sparkled at you. He held his hand palm-down. The top of his ring finger's knuckle was a little red as if he'd already tried to put it on. You slid the ring part way on, but his finger was too big. 

"Sorry," you muttered and felt a lump in your throat. You didn't have anything to give him. It rested above his knuckle. 

"S'okay darlin', it's the fact that ya tried." He unbuttoned his shirt pocket, dropped the ring into it, then buttoned it again. "I'll keep it safe for ya."

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and nodded, looking up at him shyly, somehow feeling like you ruined this. 

He cupped your face and read your eyes, then closed the gap between your faces and his lips pressed into yours. 

He hugged you into him, kissed you harder, then murmured, "wanna sit down?"

You nodded.

You smoothed your dress under you and sat down with your knees to the side, leaning toward him.  He unpacked a thermos of grits and two bowls. He unbuttoned his wrists and rolled up his sleeves and his forearm flexed with every lift of the spoon.  You ate mostly in silence, but he looked at you adoringly the whole time and your nerves faded.  His wrist nudged his inner thigh and when your eyes drifted there, the shape of his cock sent a pang between your legs. He followed your gaze and your face heated up as he raised his eyebrows. 

—

When you were finished eating, you washed it down with the apple juice, then Joel packed up the basket and put it back in the wagon. When he settled back onto the blanket again, he had a serious look about him. 

He sat down with his legs folded to the side so his knees were toward you, and he braced his hand on the blanket, leaning toward you. He kissed you again.  He tasted like apples and you imagined he did, too.  As he pulled away, he read your face and cupped your cheek. "You're the most beautiful angel, darlin'," he smiled.  His gaze lingered, then he swallowed and looked down.  He sat up straighter and cleared his throat. He asked again, "We're givin' each other everything, right?" 

You nodded, then he continued, "So listen," then wet his lips and paused. "I would do anything for ya, peaches." He looked down. "Anything." He swallowed. "Anything to keep ya safe," he met your eyes and lowered his voice. "And anything to keep you mine." 

Your heart raced and you slowly nodded as he let it sink in.

"Get what I'm sayin', peaches?"

"Bad things," you nodded. 

His brows remained furrowed as he studied your face.  His voice was low and gruff.  "Yeah, you could say that."

You looked down to his shirt and the outline of your father's ring in his pocket. He continued, "and darlin', I've felt this way for some time."

Your chest fluttered.

He looked up at the leaves of the peach tree, and it hit you that this was where he found you that day. 

Your whole body felt warm, especially in the lace sleeves. He looked at you with anticipation and you admitted, "I had a feeling."

He lifted his eyebrows as he searched your eyes. "Okay," he whispered with a small nod. He looked down again. 

"Yeah," you replied.  ". . .and maybe you already did bad things."  Your chest pounded. He looked at you blankly, and once he blinked, you rephrased, "Necessary things. To be together." 

His jaw shifted back and forth. He looked at your mouth, then back up at your eyes. "Would ya wanna know?" 

Tension gathered between your eyebrows.  You took a deep breath, looked at his lips and watched his jaw clench. His eyes watered.  After a moment, you slowly shook your head no. He inhaled and his eyes narrowed. Your voice was a near whisper as you told him, "No. . . Doesn't matter now." 

Joel exhaled and nodded. He looked at you intensely and whispered, "Okay, baby."    

You didn't need to know. You told him, "We're together, that's all I care about."

"Me too, darlin'." He chuckled, then relaxed and said, “so glad we got each other.” He folded his knees toward you again, leaned in, and cupped your cheek, his eyes locked with yours. “Me and you, baby.” 

“You and me,” you whispered, lashes fluttering as his face drifted toward yours. 

—-

Your lips locked, and yours tingled with excitement. 

His hand moved to the back of your head.  His tongue parted your lips, and he pulled you into him as he became more passionate. 

As his kiss intensified, he gently lowered you into lying down on the blanket, with one of his knees  between yours. His hand ran up your side and came to a rest on your breast as his mouth devoured yours.  He palmed your breast, gently bit your lip, and his length hardened against your thigh. When he pulled back, he cupped your face and raised his eyebrows, and his voice was husky. "I'm never," he kissed your lips, then lowered his volume and looked into your eyes, "gonna let you go." His thumb stroked your temple.  His lips brushed yours, then kissed you deeper.  He pulled back, shook his head with a small smile, and his voice became a whisper as he repeated, "Never." 

Your skin prickled with goosebumps, Joel's beautiful face hovering over yours under the peach tree, his body pressed against yours.

"Good," you whispered, and took his head in both your hands. You pulled him down on you. He braced himself with one forearm on the blanket near your head and his other hand traveled back down your side, down your dress, and reached under the skirt of it to your thigh. His hand slid up your thigh and he squeezed it, then lifted your thigh against him. 

He lowered his hips to rest against yours, and his cock grew stiffer against you.  The warm shape of his stiff length made your whole body go weak. He lifted himself off you just long enough to get the skirt of your dress out of the way.  You felt warm and wet between your legs and didn't know how much of it was blood. You knew he didn't care, but it didn't entirely leave your mind. 

He had the front of it bunched up at your hips, with his hand between your legs.  You flinched as his palm glided over your panties, feeling the shape of your pad. But it didn't phase him at all. He gently reached into your panties. 

Your face tensed. “Remember, I–"

"I know, baby," he reassured you with kind eyes.

"What about the dress?”

“Dress don’t matter, darlin’." He kissed you again. "Long as you're feelin' good." He planted another kiss and pressed his hard-on against you again. "Are ya?" 

You nodded an unequivocal yes. It was certainly what your body wanted.  

"Hell, let's paint it red,” he mused. 

You relaxed and laughed softly. 

"No?" He asked with a smile, then leaned his forehead against yours. He kissed you gently.  

The time of the month wasn't ideal, but you wanted it. If you waited, he might think you weren't ready after all. Plus, you were more comfortable than you ever thought you could be. A month ago, you would have died at the thought of a man seeing any evidence of your period at all. But Joel was so reassuring, so comforting, and he really wanted all of you. He was turning it into something beautiful, and you had no doubt he felt that way.  He looked at you again, then asked, “Sure you’re feelin’ good enough?" He kissed you again.  “‘Cause that's all that matters.”

“I am,” you nodded earnestly.”

“You sure?”

"Joel," you sighed on the edge of irritation.

"Ok, darlin'."

He slid his hand down and exhaled vocally when his fingers met your warm, moist folds. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, moistening your clit, then he slowly, teasingly circled it. His cock swelled harder against you. "You wanna go to bed?"

You shook your head. "It's magical out here."

"That's right, peaches," he murmured lowly into your neck, lightly circling your clit with his moist fingers. His breath was warm and humid against your neck.  "Special, ain't it?"

You nodded, and pulled his head back down to yours. Your lips met again.  His thick fingers tensed, slid down, and prodded at your entrance. You tilted your hips and he gave a short, low "mm" as he brought his fingers back to your clit. 

His tongue slid against yours in rhythm with his fingers. His mouth grew hungrier for yours every moment as he massaged your most sensitive place.  He got you almost to the edge. You whimpered as his hands worked within the confines of your panties.  Then he asked,  "Let's take these off, hmm?"  You nodded. He started to do it, then looked at your face to confirm, "You want me to?" 

"I can do it," you lifted your hips and slid them down, and once they were mid-thigh, he finished taking them off. 

–

He lowered his torso against yours and his massive hand nudged your shoulder up toward him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he lifted you into sitting. He traced the back neckline of the dress and murmured, "want this on or off?"

You shrugged. 

"up to you, darlin'. But I sure would like to see ya." He kissed your neck and you could feel him smile against your skin. "If you're warm enough"

You were warm all over. You were so warm at your very core that it was hard to imagine ever being cold again. You asked, "you'll keep me warm, won't you?"

"Course I will."

You cracked a shy smile and planted your hands on the ground to lift your weight off the dress. Joel brought the dress up to your stomach, his fingers smearing it red, then you lifted your arms and he took it off. He planted delicate kisses on your chest at the base of your neck, and your shoulder as he gently nudged your bra straps off. Then he unclasped the back, and you let it fall in front of you. He put the bra aside and you were naked.  He folded the dress into a pillow and put it under your head. 

You looked at Joel's clothes and didn't say anything, but he replied to your silent question with a teasing smile. "no, I don't have to be so dressed..." you silently unbuttoned his pants, eye on his cock straining against the khakis, as he unbuttoned his shirt.  Before pulling down the zipper, you traced the hard shape of his cock, and his chest let out a nearly imperceptible growl at your first rub. 

He made quick work of the remaining shirt buttons, smearing a few of them red.  His chest flexed as he peeled the sleeves down his bulging arms. He took his undershirt off over his head, tousling his hair, which he didn’t fix.  It was the hottest you’d ever seen him. You were sitting back on  your hands, naked body laid out for him.  He looked at you lustily every few seconds as he took his pants off, then his boxers, leaving his commanding cock bobbing heavily before you.  You pulled your eyes back up to his face and he looked at you adoringly. 

–

He knelt on the blanket. Was this really going to happen? You reached out, and he nodded. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and whined, "I'm ready, you know I'm ready."

"Ready for what, darlin'?"

"To put our bodies together." 

He nodded. "yeah, baby. You're ready. Gonna be real special."

He got between your legs where a fluttering ache was pounding, begging for relief.  He held his cock in his hand. You felt your body making space for him. There was a place inside you that needed to be filled. He slowly lunged toward you and braced his hand on the blanket above your hip.  He ran his tip through your dripping folds and his manhood further hardened. He spread the moisture over his cock. He laid his hard cock on your mound and brought his face to yours again. He rested about half his weight on top of you, his bare body flush with yours, his forearms braced on the blanket. 

He kissed you deeply, grinding his erection against you, slick with your arousal and blood. Your lips embraced his and your mouth practically sucked in his tongue. He licked into you in rhythm with his slow thrusts against you. Your clit twitched against his cock and you lifted your hips, making him moan into your mouth.  You needed him in you yesterday. You lifted your hips again and his mouth curved into a smile against your lips. 

He reached between your legs and the breadth of his hand took up all the space. You whimpered at the first contact of the padding of his fingers with your naked heat. He slowly, lightly rubbed you as he kissed you, then slid his fingers down through your folds, gathering your moisture. He entered you with his middle finger, then his ring finger. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers slid all the way into your warm core. His cock swelled harder against your thigh as he pumped his thick digits in and out of you. He moaned softly, then added a third. Your hips rocked into his hand. 

You were tense, afraid of coming too soon. 

"Joel," you whimpered. 

"Yeah baby," he murmured.

"What if I–ohh–what if I come too soon."

He chuckled, "you can come, baby," he kept working his fingers inside you, pressing his upper palm into your clit. You sighed and the tension swelled in your gut. "'s'a good thing, darlin'. gets ya ready for this." He rolled his stiff manhood against you as he said it. "Nice 'n ready." 

"But Joel," you whined, unsure. "I want you inside"

"You wanna come on my cock?"

"Yeah, on your cock."

"Oh, baby," he moaned, his cock leaking against your thigh. "You will, baby. You will. You'll come again." 

"Really? 

He nodded. "Yeah. C'mon darlin, You'll come on my cock, too."

His eyes were sincere. He returned his attention to your clit and you let go. As you began to contract, he slid his fingers back inside you. "Oh, good girl," he sighed as you squeezed his fingers. "Like that, don't ya? Like squeezin' me?"

You nodded and whimpered, unable to speak as you rode out the orgasm. 

"Oh, baby."  He continued grinding against your hip and kissed you again as you recovered. 

He pumped three fingers again, and under his breath, he muttered, "good. . .good." He moaned and pushed his hips against you. "Now I've got ya stretched, nice and relaxed." 

"Joel," you begged. "Are you gonna–" 

“Oh darlin’, I’m comin’.” he whispered. “Ready to be full of me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. "Fill me with you," you begged. "Put it in." 

“Givin’ each other everything now,” he reminded you. “Can’t get it back.”

You nodded, “you can have it all.”

“And I’m gonna give it to ya, too.”

You nodded and your walls twitched in anticipation.

"Gonna give it all to ya."

He read your eyes and as you got lost in the black holes of his pupils, the clear fibers of his affection wrapped around you, tethering you to him and the moment. He pulled his hips back and his knees spread slightly.  You spread your legs to make room. He looked between your legs and the affection on his face faded into desire.  “My lands, peaches.” 

He hovered over you.  Your hands skimmed up his sides, and came to rest around his neck.  

He used his hand to notch himself at your entrance and pushed his tip inside, stretching you open. You gasped softly, breasts heaving in anticipation of the rest of it.  You dragged your feet toward your butt on the blanket, lifting your knees to frame his hips. 

“I love you, baby,” he whispered, and put his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too,” you whined, brows furrowed. 

His forehead lifted off yours, his lips returned to your mouth, and his hips pressed forward, inching his cock into you with a stretch.  His lips broke away from yours and his mouth stayed open.  He watched your face as his girth spread you open, dividing your walls.  You gasped and nodded for more.  He pushed further, taking you apart from yourself inch by inch. You imagined even a smidgen more girth wouldn’t feel good. He bowed his head and backed out an inch of his length, watching your body suck him back in as he pushed in a little more than he had before. 

“God damn,” he whispered, then wet his lips as he looked back up at you with half his length sheathed in your warmth. 

“You feel so good, joel”

“Oh, darlin’,” he breathed. “You got no idea.” 

“I want it all,” you begged.

He nodded, “Okay, baby.” then slowly pushed his hips forward, gradually burying his length with some effort, stuffing you full of him.  “Oh, darlin’.” The look of pain on his face told you how hard he was trying not to slam into you. He was slow and gentle, and his tip pushed through your core with even more heft than you imagined.  Each inch of him spread you more and filled you fuller than you thought you could be. Your body made more space and he took it up right away. 

“Joel,” you breathed. 

He whispered your name and said, “you’re doin’ so good.” His flesh didn’t just complete you, it made you more than you were. He took you apart and made you something new, something wrapped around him so tight. “almost there, baby.” And then he groaned “Ohhhh, god,” as you swallowed up the rest of him. It was a perfect fit. 

You whimpered as he came to a rest. His cock filled up the whole space and made more for itself.  The fuzz of his balls brushed your skin. Your mouth hung open and you breathed, savoring the fullness of feeling him there inside you for the first time. 

“Oh, darlin’,” he sighed, staying all the way inside you. He pressed his lips into yours, then pulled back and asked, “You okay?”

You nodded, happy tears prickling your eyes. His brows knitted. 

“Are you okay?” you asked. 

He nodded. “First time in years,” he whispered, and looked up at the tree. His cock twitched inside you and his tip nudged your cervix. “You tell me when you’re ready, baby.”

“I’m ready,” you nodded. 

He looked you in the eyes again. “Our life starts now.” He withdrew most of his length, then let it back into you, his belly flush with yours while his cock dragged heavily inside you. He closed his eyes as your bodies became flush again. He retreated again at a snail’s pace, then pushed in a little faster. 

“Saved this just for me, didn’t ya?”

He met your eyes again, then added, “Never be anyone else.” 

He lowered his face for another kiss.  Each time his flesh filled you up you could hardly believe how your body hugged him.  It was like your body had been waiting for him all along.  It really had been. This was what your bodies were made to do. Complete each other.  

He looked at you and his brow furrowed again. 

You asked, "What? What, Joel?"

“Now that I’ve been inside ya,” he breathed, "I’m not sure I know how not to be.”

You knew exactly how he felt. You couldn't bear the thought of being pulled apart. 

He reached a slow but steady rhythm, gently filling you with his cock. You traced his shoulder, then his bicep.  His bare stomach was resting against your skin, his happy trail touching you with each thrust m. He had about half his weight on you, and he let gravity help as he thrust into you. You imagined it as a magnetism. Each time he retreated, your bodies pulled back together. He bowed his head and watched himself disappear between your legs, and watched your body clinging to his shaft, hugging him tight, trying to pull him back in, not letting him go. “God damn, baby,” he breathed as he watched. “most beautiful thing I ever seen.”

When your caress reached the crook of his elbow, he braced on one forearm so he could take your hand and interlace.his fingers with yours. He held your hand to his chest and whispered, “All yours, darlin’,” his hips still moving, his cock sliding snugly against every ridge of you . 

You nodded tearfully, pressing your palm into his chest, feeling the soft hair and the hard muscle. 

“Every beat of it, peaches.” 

Your other hand cupped his cheek, then slid up to tangle in his hair as his face returned to yours, kissing you as he buried his length in you. When your faces separated, you watched the surreal beauty of his form – his messy hair, his tan skin glimmering, his brown eyes flickering with affection as he filled you to the brim with his flesh. 

“Oh, baby, you feel so good”

“I–I’m so–it’s so–”

“Packed full of it, aren’t ya baby?”

You nodded. “It’s so much,” you whispered. “But not too much,” you quickly added. “‘s’perfect.”

“So perfect, darlin’--Ohhh god, baby-–always knew ya were.” 

All you saw was him, and the rhythm of his chest over yours. Beneath his heavy breaths and moans, leaves danced in the breeze, birds chirped, and the occasional piece of fruit thumped in the distance as it hit the ground.  “Oh baby, I've been starvin’ for this.” His hips moved steadily, filling you with his cock every second or so, whispering your name here and there, marveling at your beauty.  

“It feels so good, Joel.” 

“how’s it feel?”

“Meant to be there,” you whispered, then sighed as his cock dragged through your core, completing you again. “Like it’s filling my body” More than that–it was creating space for itself, space you didn’t have before, that's the part you didn't expect. It was moving the most intimate parts of you out of the way and replacing them with him. 

You tried to describe it.  “It’s like –”  He lowered his mouth to your neck and sucked “--oh, joel–it’s–it’s–.” 

“Oh, baby,” he sighed against your neck, his hips moving steadily. “I know it, darlin’,” he murmured, grinding his pelvis into yours with each smooth thrust. He slowed his hips, still grinding against you, stiff cock dragging inside you. “Meant to be right here.” Your leg wrapped around him and his thrusts became more measured, his pelvis closer against you, grinding into your clit. “Meant to be fillin’ you.”

The pleasure was swirling, nearly coming to a boil in your gut, humming for release against his front, around his cock. “I love you,” you breathed, lifting your hips into his. 

“Ohhh, baby I love you too,” he whispered with a smile and near laugh. “‘n’ I love how ya take it.” His eyes darted around your face affectionately, then he bowed his head to look at where your bodies met. “Look so pretty wrapped around this cock,” he looked back up at you with bright, glistening eyes. “Look so pretty, peaches.” Your clit twitched. His movements had your hips lifting into him all on their own. “Yeah, that’s right, darlin’.” You let yourself grind up into him. “Jus’ like that,” he whispered, his body  grinding against your mound as his cock moved within you. The tension hummed louder and tightened your core on the edge of bliss. You both moaned. 

“Now I want ya to come, peaches,” he said in a serious tone. “Ohh, oh baby—want ya to come and squeeze me real good, can ya do that?”

You nodded, biting your lip, vision getting blurry with the moisture in your eyes.  You couldn't take any more tension but unsure if or when the peak would overtake you. 

“C’mon, I got ya,” he breathed as you teetered on the edge. “Breathe, baby. c’mon.” You remembered to breathe, his pelvis grinded into yours again, and then you whimpered as the tension burst. “Jo–ohhhh,” your voice was shaky as it overtook you. Your clit spasmed and each wave pulsed outward through your body. Your tears overtook your eyelashes as you moaned and gasped. Your walls clamped down around his cock, and he groaned. 

“You–Ohgoddamn,” he muttered as though losing control. Then he groaned, bottomed out hard, and erupted with a shudder. A burst of warmth flooded your core, then your whole body. He dipped his head to kiss you as he came. His cock pulsed into your walls again and again and your walls squeezed in return. His lips pressed into yours, then his tongue. He kissed you and moaned into your mouth. He sucked and gently bit your bottom lip as he filled you.  He was filling you all the way up, every single part of you full of him, his essence rushing through you. 

There was before this and after this, you finally got it, after all this time he tried to make you see. You  understood everything. Like how there was so much beauty left in the world, and it was right there between you. It wasn’t an abstract wish, it was the physical presence of you and him, your bodies together, pulsing against each other’s most intimate parts, his seed spilling into you, his lips on yours, your bodies inseparable, on the ground in the orchard. You saved it for him. Your whole life led to him. 

His kiss became more tender as he finished coming. He pulled back and his eyes glistened as he read your face. 

You locked eyes for what felt like forever, with Joel still breathing heavily, most of his weight on top of you.

“I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you, too.” 

His eyes fell to your mouth and he kissed you again.  “gonna pull out now, okay?”

Your lip trembled and your temples felt weak at the idea of your bodies not being joined. He could tell.

“It’s okay, darlin’. We’ll lay here, long as ya want.” He nodded at you and raised his eyebrows for permission to pull out.

You bit your lip and nodded. 

He lay half on top of you, with a hand on your breast. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “How did it–how was it?”

“Like nothin’ i’ve ever known, baby.” He sucked in a shaky breath that made you look down at his face and his cheeks were wet. 

–

You took a short nap like that, naked under the peach tree, until a dead leaf fell and tickled your arm and you jolted awake. A bird cawed at your sudden movement, and Joel asked, "you okay?" 

When you got up, you only put your underwear back on. Joel wrapped you in one of the blankets, put his arm around you as he brought you back inside. 

As you were walking back to the house, you heard the car noise again, toward the front of the orchard, and you froze, your eyes wide, looking toward the street. But this time it came with a breeze and the rustling of leaves. 

“Just the wind, darlin’. What’s got ya so jumpy?”

“I dunno,” you mumbled. “Sorry.” 

You didn’t realize you were jumpy.  Maybe since you found out Bill and Frank could come home soon, you kept expecting them. 

—-

When you got back inside, he laid the dress across the back of a chair in the living room and traced one of several red smudges with his fingers. There was bright red and dark red. "See? It's beautiful." He patted your hair. "gonna remember this forever." 

He ran a bath. You sat on the edge of the garden tub as the bath filled up, and he kneeled in front of you in his boxers. He curled his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you stood up as he helped you take them off. There was diluted  blood drying on your inner thighs. He dipped a sponge into the hot water to clean you. When you noticed a bit of his cum leaking out of you, it made you sad. You hoped he’d give you more. 

Joel got in the tub first, then you got between his legs and laid back. You laid in silence for a while, then said, “I loved that." Hearing yourself in the bathtub sounded crisper than usual. 

“What’d ya love, darlin'.”

“I love having you inside me.”

“Oh, baby, it’s my favorite place to be.”

"Good”

His cock twitched against your lower back. “‘Course it is, baby.” He kissed the crown of your head.  

"I feel empty now"

"'S'okay, darlin'. You're s'posed to. 'S'posed to want somethin' there." His hand came between your legs and gently fingered your floating curls.

He shifted his hips under you. "Gotta pace yourself, but it'll feel better and better, I promise."

"Okay."

"We’ll rest up and do it again later." 

"Yeah."

—---------

That night, you did it again.  He was deep inside you, pressing sweet kisses into your neck as you whimpered beneath him.

“How’s it feel,” he murmured into your neck. “Still feel good?”

“Feels good,” you whined

“S’only gonna get better, baby. Better every day.” He slowly retreated, then sighed "ohh, baby" as he filled you with his cock again. He was still fucking you slowly, carefully, grunting and moaning with your whimpers and sighs. His hair was messed up again, moving to the beat of his thrusts, and his neck veins were bulging. 

There was a loud rap at the door, startling you both.  Joel’s hand reflexively covered your mouth as he froze, then composed himself and completed one last slow thrust, one that felt even better with you frozen in fear.  

“Gonna be okay, baby,” he whispered, then pulled out. He slowly released his hand from your mouth, pressing a kiss into your lips. Your eyes were wide. You hadn't heard the car over your mutual pleasure.  "Gonna be okay," he repeated.  

He pulled on a pair of jeans and white t-shirt. He took a gun out of his nightstand.  There was another loud rap at the door, longer this time. A deep voice with the same drawl as your husband. “JOEL, IT’S ME. OPEN UP.” 

Joel looked at you and whispered, "Tommy."  

Joel put the gun in the back of his jeans and shut the bedroom door behind him.  

—--

The front door creaked as Joel opened it. “Tommy.” You heard the slapping of a hand on a back as they greeted each other, then the door closed.  “Didn’t know ya were comin’, woulda gotten a room ready or–”

"Just dropped off Bill ‘n Frank.”

“Shhhh.”

“Hey, what the hell's goin' on? Where's the kid?”

“Tell’em she’s safe.  Asleep upstairs."

"You don't think she'd wanna see'em?"

"No sense in wakin' her up." 

There was a long pause, then Joel asked, “Why’d ya drive’em?" 

“Their truck gave out.” After a long pause, Tommy added “Frank said somethin’s off with you.” 

“What're you talkin’ about? Why would Frank said that?” 

"Said ya smiled. Made'em uneasy." 

Joel scoffed. "I was bein' nice."

Tommy laughed. "I told'em you're weird about hospitals, prolly overcompensatin'. Told'em everything's fine. . ."

Joel said, "good, ‘cause everything is."

"You gonna invite me in?"

"Come on in." A few footsteps, then the front door shut. 

Tommy asked, “She’s upstairs?” 

Tommy’s boots thudded away from Joel's bedroom, toward the stairs. 

“Tommy, wait.”  

Tommy didn’t wait.  Two sets of footsteps climbed the stairs, with Joel’s quieter steps following Tommy's boots. You couldn't hear their conversation. A door opened and closed upstairs. Then another. And another.  You turned the ring on your finger.

Footsteps, then indistinct heated words.

The lighter set of footsteps descended the stairs with the boots following behind.  Tommy's voice got closer on the way down the stairs. “somethin’ ain't right here.”

The front door locked before Tommy made it down.  

Joel was calm. “Slow down, take a breath.”

Tommy replied, “I don’t like that look you’re givin’ me, brother.”

Joel told him, “You need to sit down and listen to me.”

“Joel, if I don’t come back, Bill’s comin’ over here.” 

"She's safe," Joel insisted. "C'mere, let's have a drink."

The footsteps faded into the living room, then stopped abruptly. "What the hell's that?" The footsteps slowly resumed, then stopped again. Then, the rustling of fabric.  Tommy's voice was shaky. "What the hell is this, Joel?"

"Shhhhh. Ain't what ya think." 

"Don't look like it," Tommy laughed in bad humor, then composed his nerves into calm anger. "What'd you do, Joel?"

"Nothin', Tommy. It’s her period, damn. Now sit down."

"I may be the only one who knows how dangerous you are, but don't act like I don't fuckin’ know.” 

Your heart skipped a beat.  

Joel responded, “You don’t."

You held your neck, looking around the room. Your pulse was pounding against the heel of your palm.

“I don't? What the hell’s that s'posed to mean?”

“I’m in love with her, Tommy." Your heart swelled. 

"Jesus. . ." 

Tommy mumbled something else, and Joel responded, “She's not a kid." 

"She's Bill's kid," Tommy countered. 

"Not anymore. And I’ll do anything to keep her." After a pause, Joel added, “I mean anything.”

"I fuckin' know you do," Tommy snapped. 

"Then we’re clear," Joel said. "Tell'em ya didn't wanna wake her up."

"Not ‘til I see her," Tommy insisted. 

There was a beat of silence, then Joel offered, "Cool off first, have a drink. Don't wanna scare her."

Your heart raced. Their voices became indistinct as they moved towards the kitchen.

—---------

You sat on the bed stunned. Your parents were home, and you weren't as happy as you imagined you'd be to hear it.  You were wholly preoccupied by Tommy's words. Joel was dangerous. You had already come to know it in your heart, but hearing someone else say it out loud had your mind racing. You never thought about what that meant for you. The worst part was the fear in Tommy’s voice. Would Joel do something to Tommy? His own brother? They were family. You and Joel were family. 

You got up and went into Joel's closet.  You pulled out a flannel and put it on over your nightgown.  You built up your courage, then slowly opened Joel’s bedroom door. 

—---------------

You emerged from the bedroom, unsure how either of them would react. You pulled the flannel over your hands, hiding the ring. As you tiptoed into the living room, Joel was on the sofa facing away from you. Tommy was facing you and saw you first. He was holding a mostly empty glass of whiskey. Joel's glass was already empty on the coffee table.  Tommy sat upright and swallowed. He put his glass down on the side table. 

“Hey,” Tommy's voice was soft, like he didn't want to startle you.  “You okay?” 

Joel looked over his shoulder, then turned his body. 

“Yeah,” you nodded and walked over to them, looking at Joel.  Joel's face softened as he looked at you.  You sat on one of Joel’s thighs, your bare feet on the floor holding some of your weight.

“They're home, darlin’,” Joel said and looked at you with pleading eyes.  “wanna go now, or let’em get some rest, see’em in the mornin’?”

You didn’t hesitate. “Let’em get some rest.” 

Tommy sat back and raised his eyebrows in surprise. When you looked right at him, the dress caught your eye on the other chair and your chest felt hot. 

Joel cradled your head with one hand and kissed you on the cheek. “Ok, peaches. Give Uncle Tommy a kiss goodnight, then go back to bed."

You looked at Joel hesitantly. He nodded toward Tommy and flexed his jaw.

Tommy watched you curiously as you approached. You gave him a loose hug around the neck and the lightest peck on the cheek. 

“Night, sweetie,” Tommy mumbled. 

You went back to Joel's lap and put your arms around his neck. He looked at you and you searched his eyes. He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips and whispered, "Go on. I'll be there soon," with a wink. His hand was big and warm on your back as you stood up to walk away.

—

Before you closed the bedroom door behind you, Tommy said, "Okay, she's not a kid. . . Don't mean it's right."

Their conversation became indistinct until Tommy was leaving a few minutes later. 

Joel said, “I’ll leave it unlocked.  You can stay upstairs.” 

The front door opened and closed. 

—------

You weren't planning on it but as soon as the front door began to close, your legs carried you into Joel's bathroom, and your shaking hand closed the door. You sat on the tiled floor against the door. Your heart pounded. Joel would never do anything to hurt you. Why was your body reacting this way? Your eyes felt weak. You didn't want him to see you scared or upset, but this couldn't be much better. You closed your eyes and tried to get back to that place you were in the orchard where everything in the universe made sense. 

Joel came into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. "Aw, baby" he said to himself as he realized where you were.  He took off his pants and put the gun back in the drawer, then approached the bathroom door. "You in there, peaches?” 

“Yeah,” you managed weakly. 

“Can I come in?” Joel tried to open the door and found it was locked.

“Not now.” You wanted to stop crying first. 

After a moment of silence, he slid down the other side of the door and sat down.  “Can ya talk to me, baby?”

You sniffled, then whined, “I dunno what to say.” 

Joel sighed and you heard the soft thud of his head resting against the other side of the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whimpered.

“We’re a family now, baby. Gotta work through whatever you’re feelin’.” 

You scooted back and slowly opened the door. 

Joel came in and sat on the tile next to you, your backs against the door.  He stroked your thigh. His voice was soft. “Wanna come back to bed or wanna talk in here?”

“Here.”

“Okay,” he whispered. He was studying your eyes, desperate to read them. 

You winced with a cramp and put your hand where it hurt.  He went to get you a pill and came back.  He handed you the pill and a glass of water. “Want me to run you a bath?”

You shook your head no.  You didn't need a third bath.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“What’s wrong?” you repeated. 

You looked at him, hating the fact that he was going to make you ask him. Earlier, you said you didn't want to know. You wanted it to stay an abstract, romantic concept that he would kill for you. But the way Tommy was talking, you felt like you needed something. You felt like you needed to know Joel better.

Joel took a deep breath in through his nose.  His voice was soft and careful.  “Tommy’s my brother, and I love’m, but .. .sometimes, brothers. . . .” He was searching for words, and at the same time, searching your face for an out.  He gave up and his voice dropped an octave. “What’d ya hear, darlin’?”

You heard the words come out of your mouth before you could stop them. "How'd you kill him?" 

Joel squinted and searched your face. “Who?”

“What happened to Jesse?” you asked. Joel looked up at the ceiling and his nostrils flared. His chest expanded with a calming breath. You continued, “I don’t care about him at all. I don’t even care if you killed him but I wanna know."

"Thought ya didn't wanna know."

"Now I do." 

“I dunno if that’s a good idea, peaches.” 

“You said you’d do anything for me. This is what I need, I need you to tell me.” 

Joel sighed and swallowed, then nodded.  “There was an accident.”

"What kind of accident?"

"He fell." 

“What? Like from a tree?”

“No, when he was diggin’.”  

You felt lightheaded imagining the garden beds, and the way Joel tucked the pumpkin flower behind your ear. Something told you he was still out there. You tried not to show anything on your face. 

You asked, “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“‘Cause it was my fault. I scared him. Didn't want ya to be afraid."   

“What happened?“

“Won’t do ya any good knowin’ that, darlin’.” Joel sighed.  “Might make ya feel bad.” 

“I don’t care, just tell me.” What bothered you was that it wasn't even serious with the boy. It was nothing like it was with Joel. So Joel didn't have to do whatever he did. All Joel had to do was love you and you would've dropped everything else in an instant. All Joel had to do was hug you.  You really believed that. 

“He was gonna hurt ya, darlin'."  You found that hard to believe, but heard him out.  You reflexively squinted but tried not to look too skeptical.

"Hurt me how."

“He was talkin’ like. . . he was talkin’ disrespectful.”

Your face burned, thoughts flying around in your head about what he possibly could have said.  

Joel did a double take at your face and noticed how embarrassed you were. “Darlin’, you really don’t need to be hearin’ this.” 

“Just tell me.” 

"So when he tried to touch ya. . .” 

“You were watching us?”

“I was worried, darlin’. Just lookin’ out for ya.” 

“So you saw me stop it, then.” 

“Sure did, and I was proud of ya.” There was nothing to be proud of.  It wasn't on any moral grounds, you were just nervous in Joel's orchard. And apparently, you had every reason to be. 

“So what happened?”

“So, next time we were workin', it came up again. . ." 

Your mouth felt dry. 

Joel continued, "I told him that’s not how to treat a woman, that you deserved better.” 

Your heart pounded. “And you were really mad, that's why he fell.”

Joel nodded, and you nodded.  You could picture the rest of it, but you didn't want to. You imagined that when he fell, that wasn't the end of it. 

You took his hand. “Thank you for telling me.”

Joel kissed your hand and breathed a sigh of relief. 

“And thanks for doing that," you added.

Joel squinted at you, taken aback. “Doin’ what, darlin’?”

“Whatever you had to do. . . for me.”

Joel studied your face as though it might have been a trick.  It wasn’t. He slowly nodded.  He kissed your hand again.  “You don’t hate me.”

“Of course I don’t hate you, I love you.”

Joel’s eyes watered.  “This is true love, baby. Unconditional.” 

You asked, “Can I ask you something else?” 

“Anything, peaches.” 

"Who else?”

"Uh," Joel squinted. 

"I asked you how you killed him, and you asked who." 

"Oh, darlin'," he chuckled. 

"Did Abe really leave?"

Joel inhaled then puffed out his cheeks as he let out the breath and hesitantly shook his head no.  

“He was in bad shape when I found him.  Gettin’ sick, talkin’ crazy..” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were already scared. . . didn’t wanna make it worse.” 

You barely nodded, trying to process all this, wondering if there was more to it, but consciously pushing the thought away.  You wondered whether you would've been more or less scared if you knew something happened to Abe. 

"You're a smart girl, peaches." 

“What’d Tommy mean when he said you’re dangerous?”

Joel wiggled his jaw and looked away, then back at you.  “I’ve made some mistakes.  Used to let my temper get the best of me.”  He looked down. “Don’t drink like I used to.”  

He scooted around on the tile to face you. He picked up both your hands and looked at you with big, pleading eyes.  “But no matter what, you gotta believe I would never, ever hurt you, baby." His eyes were glistening. "There’s no part'a me that would. I’d sooner hurt myself.” 

You looked at his mouth and just as you saw the smallest quiver, he wet his lips and swallowed.

You whispered, “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”  

“Good.” He sighed in relief. 

You took your hands away and tightened the flannel around you, then said, “and you wouldn’t hurt anyone I love, because that would hurt me."

Joel swallowed and inhaled through his nose, waiting uncomfortably for you to continue.  

You looked at each other for a few seconds, then you asked, “Are Bill and Frank gonna be okay here?”

He looked away, then back at you before muttering, “I hope so, darlin'.” 

“Even if we can't be together right away?”

Joel squinted at you incredulously.  “What're you talkin’ ‘bout, can’t be together?" He scoffed coldly, making your temples hurt. "I’m sure as hell not lettin’ Tommy tell me what to do. You gonna let them tell you what to do?”  

“No. . .” You didn’t know what else to say. 

“We talked about this, darlin’. You change your mind?”

You shook your head.  “Guess I’m still nervous. Thought maybe it'd take time." 

Joel clenched his jaw, opened his mouth to speak. Then closed it again. When he did speak, he was calm and measured.  “There’s no scenario where we’re not together, peaches." He raised his eyebrows at you and added flatly, "We promised each other forever.”

“I know,” you whispered. 

“And I meant it,” he added with a hint of accusation. 

You protested, “I did, too.” You did. 

"Well I still mean it."

"I do, too." You weren't lying. Somehow, you didn't want it any less. If anything, your heart wanted it more. You wondered if you went too far in your questions. 

He pried your hands off the flannel to hold them. You tried to relax but your hands were still tense. 

He dipped his head to make eye contact with you and didn't blink. “You and me together. No matter what.” He closed his eyes for a breath and sighed. When his eyes met yours again, he added, “No matter where.”

Your heart fluttered.“No matter where?”

He nodded with a deep inhale through his nose. His eyes wandered, then found yours again. “yeah, no matter where."

This tugged at your heart. Was he really willing to take you out? 

"There's another town . . . Ain't easy gettin’ there, but I reckon if we're real careful. . .”

You pondered it silently.  You wanted to see the world outside, but you never thought about moving. You wanted to live with Joel on this land forever, but you wanted your parents to be okay, too.  Leaving altogether seemed so sudden, so huge. 

You asked, “Really? You would take me out?”

“Scares me to death,” he admitted. "But I just wanna be with you, peaches."

You stayed quiet for a minute. 

"Ain't right they kept ya here all your life," he muttered. 

The thought of leaving forever was scary, but if that's what it took to keep your parents safe, you would. Joel was your home anyway. You could feel at home anywhere with him. 

You asked, “Would I get to say goodbye?”

His mouth tensed and he looked at the floor.

"Not out loud," you conceded. "But could I see them again first?"

He was quiet, reading your face. "If that's what ya need," he nodded somberly. 

“Spend a little time with them?” You asked. 

“How much time?” Joel countered. 

“I don’t know, a few days?”

“You wanna be apart that long?”

“No, but. . . no”

Joel sighed. “Let’s figure this out tomorrow, k?” 

He cradled your head and whispered, “We’ll figure it out.” He pressed his lips into yours, giving you the slowest, most tender kiss.  He pulled back and your eyes clouded up.  

“I love you,” you whispered. “More than anything.”

He nodded, tears in his eyes. 

You added, “And there’s no ‘but’. I’ll go anywhere to be with you.” 

He pulled you into straddling him. Your arms wrapped around him all on their own and you were soothed. It was true, you had given him everything. You were hollow without it, without him. But up against his body, wrapped in his big arms, you felt complete again. You felt safe. 

You could feel his manhood beneath you, warm and soft. He hugged you tight and drew in a ragged breath. He held you and stroked your head for a minute. His cock hardened a little with your crotch against it.  You were beginning to feel the painkiller. “Sorry, baby,” he whispered.  You yawned.  “Thought we’d have more time.”  The front door opened, and you flinched. 

“Just Tommy," Joel whispered. "He’s gonna stay upstairs tonight, okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Let’s go to bed, baby.” 

You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders and stood up. He hooked his thumbs under the flannel collar to help you take it off, but you pulled it tighter around yourself.

Joel pulled his hands away, then rubbed your back. "Okay, darlin'." 

You got in bed, curled up on your side. Joel draped his arm over you and asked, “this okay?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded and loosely laced your fingers with his in front of you. 

“‘S’gonna be fine, baby. We’ll figure it out.” 

“I don’t wanna be apart,” you sniffled. 

“We’re not gonna be,” he reassured you.  “Ever.” 

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THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER. AND YOU WILL HAVE MORE SEX.

However, this is on soft hiatus until after Halloween unless i really feel like putting out the next chapter. Too many seasonal things to cook.

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[daughterofheartshaven]

Doctor Who - an explanation and resolution of the UNIT Dating Controversy

This is in a series of Doctor Who expanded universe reconciliations. If you see a contradiction in the Doctor Who expanded universe, you can drop me an ask and I will come up with an explanation for it.

Ask by @silvermaple6

First, some context. The 1968 story The Web of Fear introduced the character of Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, and he would be a prominent recurring character in the show from that point on until 1975's Terror of the Zygons. The Brigadier was the leader of the British Division of UNIT, a military & scientific organization that was designed to protect Earth from unconventional threats. The UNIT Dating Controversy is Doctor Who's most notorious continuity error: there are two conflicting accounts as to when the stories that featured Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart leading UNIT UK took place. Either they took place roughly at the same time as the episodes came out (so the late 60s and early 70s) or during the 80s.

So with that explained, I have two separate explanations as to how to resolve this problem. One of these explanations is designed to work only within the confines of the tv show and does not necessarily line up with the expanded universe, if you're inclined for a tv-purist answer, and the second one is more aligned with my usual "everything is canon at once" stance towards Doctor Who.

With that all out of the way, let's dive into it!

The usual ground rules apply here. Anything seen on tv, happened. I can recontextualize as much as I want but it still has to fit with everything we see onscreen. I also have to use all of an EU source if I use it. No picking and choosing bits.

A quick list of stories I will be referencing:

Tv:

The Abominable Snowmen: A second Doctor tv story that sets up The Web of Fear

The Web of Fear: A second Doctor tv story that introduces the Brigadier (but before he gained that rank)

The Invasion: A second Doctor tv story that features the Brigadier

The Time Warrior: The Third Doctor tv story that introduced Sarah Jane Smith and also features the Brigadier

The Pyramids of Mars: A Fourth Doctor tv story with Sarah Jane Smith as the companion

Mawdryn Undead: A Fifth Doctor tv story that features the Brigadier

The Day of the Doctor: An Eleventh Doctor tv story that makes an in-universe reference to the dating controversy

Flux: A Thirteenth Doctor tv story that briefly features the Brigadier (again, before he gained that rank)

Expanded Universe:

Interference: A BBC Eighth Doctor Adventures book featuring the Eighth Doctor and Sarah Jane Smith (and a few others, but those tow are the only important ones for the narrative today

The Enfolded Time: A short story in the Lethbridge-Stewart series (a prose series published by Candy Jar Books that stars Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart and other creations and IPs from the writing pair of Mervyn Haisman and Henry Lincoln)

The Split Infinitive: A Seventh Doctor audio drama published by Big Finish as a part of The Legacy of Time - an audio box set celebrating 20 years of Big Finish making Doctor Who audio stories.

An in-depth explanation of the discrepancy

The Brigadier and UNIT were primarily onscreen in the Third Doctor era, which ran from 1970-1974. The behind-the-scenes intentions from that era were that these stories took place "like ten years in the future" (which includes some really hilarious 70s guesses as to what the 80s would be like) but there also were never any direct references to this - with script editor Terrace Dicks deliberately avoiding giving dates in an attempt to avoid this exact sort of continuity error. Because of this, the only stories to make this intention of being set in the 80s explicit were in a couple Second Doctor stories and a Fourth Doctor story.

To elaborate, the 1968 story The Web of Fear features a character named Edward Travers. Travers had previously appeared in the story The Abominable Snowmen, which was definitively stated as taking place in 1935. In The Web of Fear, Travers references the events of The Abominable Snowmen being "over 40 years ago", putting The Web of Fear in 1975 or later. As mentioned above, this was the first appearance of Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, then a Colonel in the regular army. The character would next appear, having been promoted to the rank of Brigadier, in The Invasion. In The Invasion, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart tells the Second Doctor it has been four years since he has seen the Doctor last, putting The Invasion at 1979 at the earliest. The Invasion is also notable for being the first story to feature UNIT, with it is implied that UNIT was founded in response to the events of The Web of Fear. Lethbridge-Stewart's involvement in UNIT explicitly as a result of his actions during The Web of Fear, which will become vaguely important in a bit

The Fourth Doctor story I mentioned above is the 1975 story The Pyramids of Mars. While it does not feature the Brigadier or other UNIT staff, it does feature Sarah Jane Smith, who had been established in her introductory story, The Time Warrior, as being from the same time as the Brigadier and UNIT. In The Pyramids of Mars, Sarah Jane references being from 1980, a claim which is corroborated by the Doctor briefly taking her to the version of 1980 where the villain of the episode, Sutekh was not stopped by them, leading to a desolate wasteland.

So by current evidence, all five years of Unit stories released between The Invasion and The Pyramids of Mars took place between 1979 and 1980. This strains credulity a little bit but is still vaguely plausible. It's the next story that breaks this completely.

After his departure from the show in 1975, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart returns in the Fifth Doctor 1983 story Mawydrn Undead. Here it is a major plot point that the Brigadier retired from UNIT and the military in 1976, and we see him adopting a new career of a maths teacher by 1977.

So this is where it all breaks. Going by the established dates, the Brigadier retired from UNIT before he ever joined it.

The only other tv story to add to this at all is, weirdly, 2021's Flux. This story's fifth episode has a scene that shows UNIT UK being operational by 1967, with its current leader, General Farquhar, mentioning a Corporal Lethbridge-Stewart being a on staff. In theory, this should take place between The Web of Fear and The Invasion, since Lethbridge Stewart is not a Brigadier yet but has joined UNIT. This would place both The Web of Fear and The Invasion as taking place in the 60s.

This does leave out the problem that Lethbridge-Stewart was a Colonel in The Web of Fear and not a Corporal (if you don't know military ranks, a Colonel is much higher up the chain of command then a Corporal), but given that General Farquhar is repeatedly shown to be somewhat unintelligent (his main role in Flux is to get manipulated then killed by one of Flux's minor villains), I'm comfortable saying that General Farquhar misspoke when he called his new Colonel a Corporal.

NuWho stories such as The Day of the Doctor have begun playing with this concept a little bit. For example, in The Day of the Doctor, Kate Stewart, the current leader of UNIT UK mentions the events of Terror of the Zygons happening in the 70s or 80s, "depending on the dating protocol."

The Tv-only explanation

So if you just want to make the tv show to be self-consistent without bringing the EU into it...

Then I can say that Travers made the very reasonable mistake of saying "forty years" when he actually meant "thirty years." I dunno about you, but I do stuff like that all the time when I'm talking and the plot moved on fast enough that the characters didn't come back to it.

As for Sarah Jane and 1980, that's a bit weirder. But you could say that Sarah Jane was at that point from 1985 or 1986 and rounded up because she liked having a nice round number to say where she was from. This does not feel like a normal thing to do, but Sarah Jane Smith is not a normal person. And the Doctor took her to an alternate 1980 because why not it was as good a date as any for him to make his point.

So there! Now all the UNIT stories can take place in the late 60s and 70s making the dates given in Mawydrn Undead and Flux work. But if you want to have a little more fun and see the explanation that is what I consider "canon," then I invite you to keep reading.

The Expanded Universe explanation

If you thought the tv version of this was a mess, the EU is so much worse. I really do not want to go through each and every book, comic, and audio that gives a date for the time the Brigadier was in charge of UNIT - if you want to explore the full list of contradictory dates, Tardis wiki has an excellent overview here. For the record, most of the EU tends to agree with Mawdryn Undead over anything else, but even those stories that put the Brigadier leading UNIT UK era in the early 70s often disagree with each other.

Luckily for me, I can just bypass all of that altogether.

So I mentioned above that the UNIT Dating Controversy is the most notorious continuity error in all of Doctor Who, and so uh my job here is actually a lot easier because of that. My Whoniverse essays are usually trying to reconcile the EU, but the Unit Dating Controversy is a problem that exists completely in the tv show. The different parts of the EU are somewhat disinclined to pay attention to each other, and the tv show doesn't care about contradicting the EU (which, for the record, is 100% a good thing. I think trying to stay in-line with established lore would be super limiting to the series and also deprive me of getting to write these essays!), a lot more people care about the tv show being consistent with itself.

Which is why the EU has not one but two ready-made solutions handed to me on a platter.

So the first one gets seeded in the book Interference. In it, Sarah Jane Smith says she can't remember if she worked with UNIT in the 70s or 80s, and the Doctor responds by saying that, "Temporal slippage… My fault, I'm afraid. I think it's currently the 1970s, but —", at which point he is interrupted.

This is followed up with the short story The Enfolded Time, which claims that the 70s and 80s were basically scrunched into a single decade by the Doctor visiting them so much. The story states that the disturbances were settled by 1990, and has the Brigadier working with UNIT to establish a new dating protocols - the same ones Kate would later be using.

Meanwhile, the audio story The Split Infinitive (set in both the 60s and 70s) features, at the end of the story, a "temporal shockwave" that the Seventh Doctor notes would affect nearby time travelers. The Brigadier's situation of retiring in the 70s after working in the 80s is explicitly mentioned as one side effect of the temporal shockwave.

I think both explanations are true. The temporal shockwave damaged the timezone around the 70s enough to weaken spacetime, so the Doctor entering and exiting the time vortex from UNIT UK's headquarters as frequently as he did caused the temporal slippage around the Brigadier and UNIT UK.

That's it for this one! If you have any comments or replies, I would love to hear them! And if you have any questions about discontinuity in the Doctor Who Expanded Universe that you would like me to tackle, send me a note or an ask!

[iantimony]

a late tuesday

listening

TRANS DAY OF REVENGE (G.L.O.S.S.) - would be good gym music. haven't decided if I want to buy the album yet.

The Pines of My Past (Gabriel Coia) - hazy, cozy, hiking in the woods with a warm thermos. favorite track: Batsto Village

Thank God That's Over (Opal Vessel) - industrial and ambient. heartbeat of a dying city. favorite track: 血の雹 (Have a Nice Life) (track 2)

reading

finished "Earthlight" by Arthur C. Clark! really enjoyable! interesting narrative choice to periodically switch to an omnicient narrator, or at least one that was viewing the events of the story from the future. I was briefly really excited because I thought Clark had predicted the usage of many smaller hexagonal mirrors for telescopes but apparently the first telescope to use those was a 1.8m diameter in 1952 and this book came out in '55, which does mean that Clark was at the very least staying on top of cutting-edge astronomical advancement! which is cool! the telescope at the observatory is noted as being the largest one ever created at 1000cm (aka 10m) across, which we have FAR surpassed at this point so that's really neat. hello Extremely Large Telescope in Chile, still under construction but still. yes it's actually called that. astronomers are very funny.

Turning Off the TV in Your Mind by Lincoln Michel. some interesting ideas about visual vs written media Vibes.

Happy Public Domain Day 2025 to all who celebrate by Cory Doctorow. yayyyy public tomain

Bimbo’s Initiation and the weird history of fraternal orders by Jonathan Lyons. knew a little of this already! I like the old Demoulin Brothers catalogue images. the 'lifting and spanking machine' is especially funny.

The Vulture article on Neil Gaiman, available on 12ft.io to get around the paywall. oof. it's quite bad. I'd been planning on buying a sandman anthology as a graduation gift to myself next year but that feels very icky now.

read more "The Sentimental Person's Guide to Decluttering". good supplement to Marie Kondo's whole shtick.

watching

caroline winkler & her collab with paige wassel on interior design stuff/tour of her apartment...the new years resolution vids from caroline winkler and morgan evelyn cook...

Why I spent 3 years working on a coat hanger (Simone Giertz) - she's so cool. 'coat hinger' is a really funny and good name.

nothing specific yet beyond some Anthony Bourdain but I remembered that tubi exists and is good.

playing

was hanging out with beloved friend celestialtourguide where she told me about "A Little to the Left" and "Belatro"; I played a little of the former on her steamdeck and watched her do a demo round of the latter. I do NOT need to buy MORE GAMES at this point but I will be filing those away for later.

making

neocities webbed site :-) the website will get updated throughout the week as I have things to add to it and then the final post will get crossposted to dreamwidth and tumblr as normal!

went to my mom's drawing class with her! I'm very rusty but charcoal is very forgiving

eating

made homemade beef n pork dumplings with my boyfriend and his sister! I brought home leftovers and my brother DID eat 6 of them raw without realizing somehow. love wins

a lot of eating out, catching up with local friends at home!

moving

went to the gym for an hour with my mom as her guest pass! it was crowded but I got a good lift in! lat pulley thing (30lb, 3x8); seated row (60lb, 3x8); lat pulldown (60lb, 3x6); upper chest pulley (20lb 10 on each side, 30lb 5 on each side); bench press (bar, 3x8 2x5); prone leg curl (38lb, 7 5 7).

misc

got back to my apartment this tuesday :-) I love my cat

doing more decluttering, good way to start the year imo. I'm excited to be back in my space. crafts......

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Spider-Man: Real Genius

by foxship41 Almost two years after the events of No Way Home, Peter Parker is now beginning his sophomore year at Empire State University while juggling an internship with his favorite professor, his volunteer work at F.E.A.S.T., a freelance web design and photography job at TheDailyBugle.net, hangouts with his new friend group, and (of course) all of this on top of continuing his most important job as New York's one and only Spider-Man. Just as he seems to be getting the swing of his new life, bits and pieces of his old one start to crawl right back into this already tangled web. Feeling as though everything he's tried to build is about to come crashing down, Peter begins to consider the idea that he just might be spreading himself too thin. Words: 1308, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Spider-Man: The College Trilogy Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, Michele Gonzales, Mac Gargan/Scorpion/El Alacrán, Mayor Wilson Fisk/Kingpin, Bill Baker/Mister Sandman, Clifton Shallot/Vulture, Aaron Davis/Prowler, Rio Morales, Martin Li, Lonnie Lincoln, Joe Robertson, J. Jonah Jameson, Miles Warren, Carla Connors, George Stacy, Jeff Morales, Vin Gonzales, Jean DeWolff, Stan Carter, Norman Osborn, Betty Brant, Matt Murdock/Daredevil - Character, Herman Schultz/Shocker Relationships: Peter Parker & Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker & Harry Osborn, Peter Parker & Michele Gonzales Additional Tags: Continuation, College, College Trilogy, Empire State University, Peter has an unrequited (?) crush on Gwen, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Balance Act via https://ift.tt/awCbz2n

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Railroads and the Making of Modern America Review

Railroads and the Making of Modern America is a relatively large-scale academic digital history project with institutional backing from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln that explores the transformative impact of railroads on the social, economic, and political landscape of the United States. It has benefited from grant funding and institutional resources, allowing for a more elaborate design, extensive research, and the use of advanced digital humanities methods such as GIS mapping, computational text analysis, and interactive visualizations to examine key themes including labor, migration, race, and the development of capitalism. Through a combination of primary sources, scholarly essays, and computational analysis, it provides a multifaceted understanding of how railroads shaped modern America. 

The content is extensive and well-organized, featuring digitized documents such as newspaper articles, letters, court cases, and business records alongside interpretive essays that contextualize these materials. Data visualizations and GIS maps allow users to track railroad expansion and its effects on communities, while computational text analysis reveals patterns in historical language use. The design of the project is functional and intuitive. However, some datasets and tools may require technical familiarity, potentially limiting accessibility for those who are unfamiliar with computers and how to navigate the web. The tone balances scholarly rigor and public engagement, making it approachable to academics and general audiences.

Functionally, the site operates well, though some interactive elements can be slow or difficult to use. The project excels in presenting multiple perspectives, particularly in labor history and racial dynamics, by incorporating voices from railroad workers, Native Americans, and African Americans alongside corporate and governmental narratives. While accessibility meets traditional standards for websites, improvements could be made in areas such as mobile responsiveness. Experimental digital techniques, particularly GIS and computational text analysis, distinguish this project from traditional historical research methods.

The project is engaging, particularly through its interactive maps and primary sources, though its emotional impact varies. While it effectively conveys historical change through data, a stronger focus on personal stories could deepen its emotional resonance. In terms of scholarly contributions, the project advances discussions in transportation history, labor history, and digital humanities by providing new datasets, leveraging digital tools for analysis, and fostering interdisciplinary research.

As a digital project, it offers advantages over traditional history presentations by allowing for interactivity, large-scale data analysis, and multimodal engagement through text, images, and visualizations. It enhances public knowledge by making historical data accessible and serves as a model for professionals interested in integrating data science, GIS mapping, and digital archiving into historical research. This project aligns with the practice of open-access history and computational analysis. However, it also presents challenges, particularly in usability for non-specialists and the interpretation of complex datasets.

The project’s strengths lie in its rich primary source collection, innovative digital tools, and incorporation of diverse historical perspectives. However, concerns remain regarding its technical complexity, the need for more guidance in navigating datasets, and potential improvements in interactivity. The website is not very engaging visually, with most of the website being on a plain, white background and the different tabs being organized primarily the same way. In terms of public access, shared authority, and community engagement, the project succeeds in making its materials widely available and incorporating multiple perspectives, though it could further involve public historians and local communities in its development.

Overall, Railroads and the Making of Modern America is a well-researched and innovative digital project that exemplifies historical scholarship. By integrating data analysis, mapping, and archival materials, it offers a dynamic and comprehensive exploration of railroad history. While its accessibility and engagement could be enhanced, it serves as a valuable model for future digital public history projects and contributes meaningfully to scholarly conversations on transportation, labor, and economic history.

Works cited:

“Railroads and the Making of Modern America.” Railroads and the Making of Modern America. Accessed March 3, 2025. https://railroads.unl.edu/. 

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Holidays 5.31

Holidays

American Copyright Day

Barter Black Day

Battle of Jutland Anniversary Day

Bicycle Race Day

Big Ben Day

Bittereinders Day (Orania, South Africa)

Brothers & Sisters Day (EU)

Castile-La Mancha Day (a.k.a. Dia de Castilla la Mancha; Spain)

Covfefe Day

Flores de Mayo (Philippines)

Gawai Dayak begins (Dayaks in Indonesia, Malaysia)

Inspiring Teen Moms Day

International Blondes Day

International Enjoy a Cigar Day

International Flight Attendant Day

Jumatul Bidah (Bangladesh)

Jumat-ul Wida (India, UK)

Lady Godiva Day

London History Day (UK)

“Make My Day” Day

National Autonomous Vehicle Day

National Dam Safety Awareness Day

National Fisherfolks Day (Philippines)

National Flip Flop Day

National Foster Parent Appreciation Day

National Meditation Day

National Pik-Up Day (India)

National Smile Day

National Speak in Complete Sentences Day

National Utah Day

Necrotizing Fasciitis Awareness Day

Ponto Faculativo (Brazil)

Rabbit Rabbit Day [Last Day of Every Month]

Reconciliation Day (Australia)

Red Shirt Day of Action for AccessAbility & Inclusion (Canada)

Royal Brunei Malay Regiment Day (Brunei)

Russian Advocates’ Day (Russia)

Save Your Hearing Day

Scouts’ Day (Vietnam)

Speak In Complete Sentences Day

Take This Job and Shove It Day

Tulsa Race Massacre Anniversary Day

Web Designer Day

What You Think Upon Grows Day

White Armband Day

White Stork Day (Poland)

World Foster Day

World Meditation Day (UK)

World No Tobacco Day (UN)

World Parrot Day

Woundwort Day (French Republic)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Beer Judge Day

National Macaroon Day

National Matzah Brei Day

Independence & Related Days

Castilla-La Mancha Day (Spain)

South Africa (Union of South Africa declared, 1910; Republic of South Africa declared, 1961)

5th & Last Friday in May

Bake Challah Day [Last Friday]

Bermuda Day [Last Friday]

European Neighbours’ Day [Last Friday]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Great Wisconsin Cheese Festival begins [Last Friday, thru Sunday]

National Heat Awareness Day [Last Friday]

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Awareness Day (Western Australia) [Last Friday]

Trader-Willi Syndrome Awareness Day [Last Friday]

Festivals Beginning May 31, 2024

Cincinnati Fringe Festival [Cincy Fringe] (Cincinnati, Ohio) [thru 6.15]

Dairyfest (Marshfield, Wisconsin) [thru 6.1]

Docudays UA International Human Rights Film Festival (Kyiv, Ukraine) [thru 6.9]

Fredericksburg's Dairy Day (Fredericksburg, Iowa) [thru 6.3]

Georgia Blueberry Festival (Alma, Georgia) [thru 6.1]

Georgia Peach Festival (Byron & Fort Valley, Georgia) [thru 6.1 & 6.8]

Greater Palm Springs Restaurant Week (Palm Springs, California) [thru 6.9]

Great Wisconsin Cheese Festival (Little Chute, Wisconsin) [thru 6.2]

Harvard Milk Days (Harvard, Illinois) [thru 6.1]

Hertug Hans Festival (Haderslev, Denmark) [thru 6.1]

June Dairy Days (West Salem, Wisconsin) [thru 6.2]

Lincoln Park Greek Fest (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 6.2]

Louisiana Seafood Cook-Off (Monroe, Louisiana)

Mike The Headless Chicken Festival (Fruita, Colorado) [thru 6.1]

Philly Beer Week (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) [thru 6.9]

Pine Island Cheese Festival (Pine Island, Minnesota) [thru 6.2]

Robin in the Hood Festival (Elmira, Canada) [thru 6.1]

San Joaquin County Fair (Stockton, California) [thru 6.2]

Smokin' In Steele BBQ and Blues Festival (Owatonna, Minnesota) [thru 6.1]

Taste Addison (Addison, Texas) [thru 6.2]

Taste of Omaha (Omaha, Nebraska) [thru 6.2]

Tomato Fest Week (Jacksonville, Texas) [thru 6.8]

Feast Days

Alessandro Allori (Artology)

Andrea Appiani (Artology)

Angela Merici (Christian; Virgin)

Basketball (Muppetism)

Camilla Battista da Varano (Christian; Saint)

Cantius and Cantianus, and Cantianilla (Christian; Sibling Martyrs)

Desecration Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Ellsworth Kelly (Artology)

Feast of the Visitation (Roman Catholic)

Genevieve of Paris (Positivist; Saint)

Grainne (Celtic Book of Days)

Hermias (Christian; Saint)

Insect Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

International No Tobacco Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Mechtildis of Edelstetten (Christian; Virgin)

Michel Kikoine (Artology)

Petronella (Christian; Martyr & Virgin)

Saint-John Perse (Writerism)

Syaday (Discordian)

Stella Maris Day (Pagan)

This Day … Again (Shamanism)

Triple Blessing of the God Buddha (Everyday Wicca)

Visitation of Mary (Western Christianity)

Walter Sickert (Artology)

Walt Whitman (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [20 of 53]

Prime Number Day: 151 [36 of 72]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Aniara, by Karl Birger Blomdahl (Sci-Fi Opera; 1959)

Back to Bataan (Film; 1945)

The Brave Little Toaster (Animated Film; 1989)

Brideshead Revisited, by Evelyn Waugh (Novel; 1945)

Catnip Capers (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1940)

Choose Your Weppins (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1935)

The Common Reader, by Virginia Woolf (Essays; 1925)

The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills, by Charles Bukowski (Poetry; 1969)

A Day to Live (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1931)

Discovery, by Electric Light Orchestra (Album; 1979)

The Dizzy Acrobat (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1943)

Dragonheart (Film; 1996)

The Easter Parade, by Richard Yates (Novel; 1976)

The Word for World Is Forest, by Ursula K. Le Guin (Novel; 1972)

Eye of the Tiger, by Survivor (Song; 1982)

Fletch (Film; 1985)

Godzilla: King of the Monsters (Film; 2019)

Good Girl Gone Bad, by Rihanna (Album; 2007)

Good Omens (UK TV Series; 2019)

Got To Get You Into My Life, by The Beatles (Song; 1976)

How to Trap a Woodpecker (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1971)

Klondike Casanova (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1946)

Love Is a Dog from Hell Charles Bukowski (Poems; 1977)

Man in Black, by Johnny Cash (Album; 1970)

The Merry Kittens (Rainbow Parade Cartoon; 1935)

The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert A. Heinlein (Novel; 1966)

The Muppet Movie (UK Film; 1979)

Now, Hare This (WB LT Cartoon; 1958)

Now You See Me (Film; 2013)

Opera Night (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1935)

Overload, by Arthur Haley (Novel; 1979)

Peppa Pig (Animated TV Series; 2004)

Rocketman (Film; 2019)

Soapdish (Film; 1991)

The Sum of All Fears (Film; 2002)

Undercover Brother (Film; 2002)

The Work of Art in the Age of Its Technological Reproducibility, by Walter Benjamin (Essay; 1936)

Today’s Name Days

Helma, Mechthild, Petra (Austria)

Krunoslava, Marija, Petronila, Vladimir (Croatia)

Kamila (Czech Republic)

Petronella (Denmark)

Elga, Helga, Helge, Helgi, Helja, Helje, Heljo, Helju, Olga, Olli (Estonia)

Helga, Helka (Finland)

Pétronille (France)

Helma, Mechthild, Petra (Germany)

Eremitas, Magos (Greece)

Angéla, Petronella (Hungary)

Felice, Ferdinando, Giovanni (Italy)

Alīda, Jusma, Jusmins (Latvia)

Anelė, Angelė, Gintautas, Petronėlė, Rimvilė (Lithuania)

Pernille, Preben (Norway)

Aniela, Bożysława, Ernesta, Ernestyna, Feliks, Petronela, Petronia, Petroniusz, Teodor (Poland)

Ermie (România)

Alexandra, Faina, Julia (Russia)

Petrana, Petronela (Slovakia)

Petronila, Visitación (Spain)

Pernilla, Petronella (Sweden)

Petrina, Petronella, Petrunia (Ukraine)

Camilia, Camilla, Camille, Petra, Petronella, Pier (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 152 of 2024; 214 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 22 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 24 (Yi-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 23 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 23 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 2 Blue; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 18 May 2024

Moon: 40%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 11 St. Paul (6th Month) [Genevieve of Paris]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 74 of 92)

Week: Last Week of May

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 11 of 31)

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Holidays 5.31

Holidays

American Copyright Day

Barter Black Day

Battle of Jutland Anniversary Day

Bicycle Race Day

Big Ben Day

Bittereinders Day (Orania, South Africa)

Brothers & Sisters Day (EU)

Castile-La Mancha Day (a.k.a. Dia de Castilla la Mancha; Spain)

Covfefe Day

Flores de Mayo (Philippines)

Gawai Dayak begins (Dayaks in Indonesia, Malaysia)

Inspiring Teen Moms Day

International Blondes Day

International Enjoy a Cigar Day

International Flight Attendant Day

Jumatul Bidah (Bangladesh)

Jumat-ul Wida (India, UK)

Lady Godiva Day

London History Day (UK)

“Make My Day” Day

National Autonomous Vehicle Day

National Dam Safety Awareness Day

National Fisherfolks Day (Philippines)

National Flip Flop Day

National Foster Parent Appreciation Day

National Meditation Day

National Pik-Up Day (India)

National Smile Day

National Speak in Complete Sentences Day

National Utah Day

Necrotizing Fasciitis Awareness Day

Ponto Faculativo (Brazil)

Rabbit Rabbit Day [Last Day of Every Month]

Reconciliation Day (Australia)

Red Shirt Day of Action for AccessAbility & Inclusion (Canada)

Royal Brunei Malay Regiment Day (Brunei)

Russian Advocates’ Day (Russia)

Save Your Hearing Day

Scouts’ Day (Vietnam)

Speak In Complete Sentences Day

Take This Job and Shove It Day

Tulsa Race Massacre Anniversary Day

Web Designer Day

What You Think Upon Grows Day

White Armband Day

White Stork Day (Poland)

World Foster Day

World Meditation Day (UK)

World No Tobacco Day (UN)

World Parrot Day

Woundwort Day (French Republic)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Beer Judge Day

National Macaroon Day

National Matzah Brei Day

Independence & Related Days

Castilla-La Mancha Day (Spain)

South Africa (Union of South Africa declared, 1910; Republic of South Africa declared, 1961)

5th & Last Friday in May

Bake Challah Day [Last Friday]

Bermuda Day [Last Friday]

European Neighbours’ Day [Last Friday]

Flashback Friday [Every Friday]

Great Wisconsin Cheese Festival begins [Last Friday, thru Sunday]

National Heat Awareness Day [Last Friday]

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Awareness Day (Western Australia) [Last Friday]

Trader-Willi Syndrome Awareness Day [Last Friday]

Festivals Beginning May 31, 2024

Cincinnati Fringe Festival [Cincy Fringe] (Cincinnati, Ohio) [thru 6.15]

Dairyfest (Marshfield, Wisconsin) [thru 6.1]

Docudays UA International Human Rights Film Festival (Kyiv, Ukraine) [thru 6.9]

Fredericksburg's Dairy Day (Fredericksburg, Iowa) [thru 6.3]

Georgia Blueberry Festival (Alma, Georgia) [thru 6.1]

Georgia Peach Festival (Byron & Fort Valley, Georgia) [thru 6.1 & 6.8]

Greater Palm Springs Restaurant Week (Palm Springs, California) [thru 6.9]

Great Wisconsin Cheese Festival (Little Chute, Wisconsin) [thru 6.2]

Harvard Milk Days (Harvard, Illinois) [thru 6.1]

Hertug Hans Festival (Haderslev, Denmark) [thru 6.1]

June Dairy Days (West Salem, Wisconsin) [thru 6.2]

Lincoln Park Greek Fest (Chicago, Illinois) [thru 6.2]

Louisiana Seafood Cook-Off (Monroe, Louisiana)

Mike The Headless Chicken Festival (Fruita, Colorado) [thru 6.1]

Philly Beer Week (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) [thru 6.9]

Pine Island Cheese Festival (Pine Island, Minnesota) [thru 6.2]

Robin in the Hood Festival (Elmira, Canada) [thru 6.1]

San Joaquin County Fair (Stockton, California) [thru 6.2]

Smokin' In Steele BBQ and Blues Festival (Owatonna, Minnesota) [thru 6.1]

Taste Addison (Addison, Texas) [thru 6.2]

Taste of Omaha (Omaha, Nebraska) [thru 6.2]

Tomato Fest Week (Jacksonville, Texas) [thru 6.8]

Feast Days

Alessandro Allori (Artology)

Andrea Appiani (Artology)

Angela Merici (Christian; Virgin)

Basketball (Muppetism)

Camilla Battista da Varano (Christian; Saint)

Cantius and Cantianus, and Cantianilla (Christian; Sibling Martyrs)

Desecration Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Ellsworth Kelly (Artology)

Feast of the Visitation (Roman Catholic)

Genevieve of Paris (Positivist; Saint)

Grainne (Celtic Book of Days)

Hermias (Christian; Saint)

Insect Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

International No Tobacco Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Mechtildis of Edelstetten (Christian; Virgin)

Michel Kikoine (Artology)

Petronella (Christian; Martyr & Virgin)

Saint-John Perse (Writerism)

Syaday (Discordian)

Stella Maris Day (Pagan)

This Day … Again (Shamanism)

Triple Blessing of the God Buddha (Everyday Wicca)

Visitation of Mary (Western Christianity)

Walter Sickert (Artology)

Walt Whitman (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [20 of 53]

Prime Number Day: 151 [36 of 72]

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Aniara, by Karl Birger Blomdahl (Sci-Fi Opera; 1959)

Back to Bataan (Film; 1945)

The Brave Little Toaster (Animated Film; 1989)

Brideshead Revisited, by Evelyn Waugh (Novel; 1945)

Catnip Capers (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1940)

Choose Your Weppins (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1935)

The Common Reader, by Virginia Woolf (Essays; 1925)

The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills, by Charles Bukowski (Poetry; 1969)

A Day to Live (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1931)

Discovery, by Electric Light Orchestra (Album; 1979)

The Dizzy Acrobat (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1943)

Dragonheart (Film; 1996)

The Easter Parade, by Richard Yates (Novel; 1976)

The Word for World Is Forest, by Ursula K. Le Guin (Novel; 1972)

Eye of the Tiger, by Survivor (Song; 1982)

Fletch (Film; 1985)

Godzilla: King of the Monsters (Film; 2019)

Good Girl Gone Bad, by Rihanna (Album; 2007)

Good Omens (UK TV Series; 2019)

Got To Get You Into My Life, by The Beatles (Song; 1976)

How to Trap a Woodpecker (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1971)

Klondike Casanova (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1946)

Love Is a Dog from Hell Charles Bukowski (Poems; 1977)

Man in Black, by Johnny Cash (Album; 1970)

The Merry Kittens (Rainbow Parade Cartoon; 1935)

The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert A. Heinlein (Novel; 1966)

The Muppet Movie (UK Film; 1979)

Now, Hare This (WB LT Cartoon; 1958)

Now You See Me (Film; 2013)

Opera Night (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1935)

Overload, by Arthur Haley (Novel; 1979)

Peppa Pig (Animated TV Series; 2004)

Rocketman (Film; 2019)

Soapdish (Film; 1991)

The Sum of All Fears (Film; 2002)

Undercover Brother (Film; 2002)

The Work of Art in the Age of Its Technological Reproducibility, by Walter Benjamin (Essay; 1936)

Today’s Name Days

Helma, Mechthild, Petra (Austria)

Krunoslava, Marija, Petronila, Vladimir (Croatia)

Kamila (Czech Republic)

Petronella (Denmark)

Elga, Helga, Helge, Helgi, Helja, Helje, Heljo, Helju, Olga, Olli (Estonia)

Helga, Helka (Finland)

Pétronille (France)

Helma, Mechthild, Petra (Germany)

Eremitas, Magos (Greece)

Angéla, Petronella (Hungary)

Felice, Ferdinando, Giovanni (Italy)

Alīda, Jusma, Jusmins (Latvia)

Anelė, Angelė, Gintautas, Petronėlė, Rimvilė (Lithuania)

Pernille, Preben (Norway)

Aniela, Bożysława, Ernesta, Ernestyna, Feliks, Petronela, Petronia, Petroniusz, Teodor (Poland)

Ermie (România)

Alexandra, Faina, Julia (Russia)

Petrana, Petronela (Slovakia)

Petronila, Visitación (Spain)

Pernilla, Petronella (Sweden)

Petrina, Petronella, Petrunia (Ukraine)

Camilia, Camilla, Camille, Petra, Petronella, Pier (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 152 of 2024; 214 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 22 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 24 (Yi-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 23 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 23 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 2 Blue; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 18 May 2024

Moon: 40%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 11 St. Paul (6th Month) [Genevieve of Paris]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 74 of 92)

Week: Last Week of May

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 11 of 31)

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Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning from Charlottesville, Virginia! ☕️

Life is just flying by. Another week in the books.

I’ll be helping Kim paint the kitchen today. Should be an adventure. 👨‍🎨

Jeffrey Zeldman

Sure, watches that tell you when you’re walking unsteadily and pocket computer phones that show you the closest pizzeria are swell, but were you around for ResEdit?

Unfortunately I wasn’t a Mac user during the ResEdit days but I do know a lot of folks who had fun with it, does that count? 😃

David Ingram • NBC News

Elon Musk’s X is a thriving hub for Nazi support and propaganda, with paid subscribers sharing speeches by Adolf Hitler or content praising his genocidal regime.

Shocked! Surprised! Said no one hearing this. I really don’t know what else to say. He’s a garbage human.

Benjamin Sandofsky

An ex-Apple designer who went on to startup success once told me, “I wish I could give a workshop for Apple jumping into startups, to help them un-learn The Apple Way.” I think Apple makes some of the best products in the world, and I strive to build products with their level of craft and quality, so it pains me to admit that The Apple Way can destroy a lot of startups. Which brings us to Humane.

I have yet to read anything positive about the Humane Pin. It’s not such a bad idea to be able to talk to a device you’re wearing. I’ve had an Apple Watch for years and years, that’s the device to talk to. Siri could use some work but I have a feeling that’s already happening.

John S. Tobey • Forbes

Sell Trump Media Stock (DJT) Now - An Implosion Is Likely

I feel bad for all the folks who believe so much in Trump that they invested their entire life savings in a company poised to fail. There’s a sucker born every day and if Trump is good at anything it’s grifting.

Jimmy Cook

A React Native app is made up of two sides, the JavaScript side and the native side. The native side could be Objective-C/Swift for iOS or Java/Kotlin for Android (not to mention the other platforms for React Native like web and desktop). The React Native Bridge allows the native code and the javascript code to talk to each other. Without the bridge, there is no way for the native code to send any information to the JavaScript code and vise versa.

I’ve been working on a React Native project that integrates into an existing iOS and Android app. We’ve created ways for our React Native developers to use the native iOS and Android code to do work for them and allow them to navigate between React Native views and Native views. There’s definitely more work we could do to improve on what we’ve started but it’s in a decent position.

We’ve already released some React Native based work and will be rolling out more soon.

I’m having a blast!

Devin Meenan • /Film

Jaws' Most Famous Improvised Line Was A Not-So-Sneaky Dig At Studio Producers

This is a fun little read. Make sure you take the time to visit. It’ll only take a minute of your life.

Ellis Karran,Richard Madden • BBC

When they removed the wooden panel, it revealed a large slab of stone featuring a carving of the Lincoln Imp.

How cool is that!

I hope they find more interesting relics around their home. Let’s hope they’re not cursed. 😆

Alexandra Sternlicht • Fortune via News+

But with the House voting in March to force ByteDance to sell its stake in TikTok, 11 former employees interviewed by Fortune tell a vastly different story. Many of those ex-workers, four of whom were employed as recently as last year, say at least some of TikTok’s operations were intertwined with its parent during their tenures, and that the company’s independence from China was largely cosmetic.

This gets more and more interesting by the day. I was against forcing them to sell and I still think it’s a bit heavy handed.

Is there a way to regulate them to make sure American citizens data remains on servers here in the States?

We know Apple had to hand over the keys to iCloud in China. Could that be done here?

It’s above my pay grade and I’m sure someone much smarter than me could give me the lowdown. In the meantime I’ll keep watching from the cheap seats. 🍿

Haela Huntress • Metal Sucks

Maynard James Keenan may be a 60-year-old man ranting against cell phones, but he actually might have a point on this one, at least somewhat.

I like that he does this. When I went to Aftershock in 2019, and Tool closed out the festival, there didn’t seem to be any rules around cell phones. As soon as their set opened it was cell phones up from front to back. I was so tempted to take one away from the dude in front of me blocking my view. Yeah, I was pissed off but managed to keep my cool. It sucked looking around that thing all evening but in the end I got to hear some amazing music.

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Spider-Man: Real Genius

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