Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."
Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.
These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!
Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!
Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.
So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.
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Ayo awards season sweep! Her first Golden Globe, Critics Choice and Emmy all in one week. No one is doing it like her, truly an IT girl.
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i'll be honest the "man vs bear" thing is so fucking funny like the only way you've never ran into a man in a forest is if you've never been in a forest. when i'm in a forest and i run into a man (happened so far every time i've been hiking in a forest) what happens is i say "good morning" and he says "good morning" and then we continue on our way. on the other hand if i ran into a bear in the forest i would shit myself.
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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
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price who can’t get enough of you when he’s home. he loves sunday mornings with you solely for the fact you both lazily lay in bed for a bit before he goes for a morning run, leaving you in bed to keep resting.
when he comes back he’s sweaty, his shirt already off and slung around his neck as he walks through the bedroom door. your still laying in bed in one of his t-shirts, smiling over at him as you sit up. without even showering first he walks over to you, leaning over as his fists rest on the bed to steady himself as he kisses you and your hands grabbing the tshirt around his neck to keep him close.
you’d never admit it out loud but you loved the scent of him after he’s gone for a run - the thick scent of cologne now mixed with sweat. the way his body hair clung to him, your hands running up his abdomen to his chest before you place your hands on his neck as he kisses your own neck, nipping at the skin. his hands running up under your shirt, grabbing your breasts.
the both of you adjust on the bed, removing the little clothing covering your bodies before he teases your entrance with his cock, gliding it up and down your wet folds. the sound of your wet cunt squishing slightly as he slides in. his soft groan mixed with your whimpers as he thrusts. grabbing his biceps, his hands go to your hips, gently rocking his body into yours. “that's it, love...will my bunny be a good girl for her bear and show him just how much she loves him?” he coos into your ear as he bites and tugs on your earlobe.
the nickname so innocent when he called you it in public, but he made it sound so dirty when you two were behind closed doors. “my big bear feels so good,” you cried, nails digging into his skin. he put his hand on your neck, and then turned your head to the side a bit. “you’re doing an amazing job, love,” the whisper in your ear making you shiver. “oh..my bunny’s tight, so tight” he groans.
you really did love when he was home.
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