Writing To Cope

Leaders just didn’t care for the expense or risk of upgrading when brass had worked so well for napoleon.

Same with the machine jun, they weren’t used (in europe) for years for various small mostly subjective reasons.

And then someone lost without them.

And everyone got the upgrades.

Picture this: Space war, other species see humans as a loud but primitive race that only just joined the stars, easy to crush. The first few battles even go there way.

And then suddenly our weapons are MUCH better. Our ships we MUCH better. Our computers and training and shields. Everything is leaps and bounds ahead.

Cause you see we’ve had that technology for years, we just didn’t implement it because there was no need to. Whether it’s human nature or capitalism, we don’t improve until we’re forced to, until something makes us.

But now there was a war,

now we could justify the cost,

Snow:

There’s an awful lot of ads for this gay dating site

Oh wow, yep, lots of ads

I wonder how Steve Harrington would react to this experience…

“Are you getting ads for this dating app?” Steve angles his phone screen to Eddie who is sitting beside him on the couch.

“No. Maybe your algorithm is telling you something.” He smirks then turns back to his phone.

Steve furrows his brow. Telling him what? That he needs to get laid? He would if his roommate was even remotely interested in him. Damn him and his stupid crushes on unattainable people.

“It’s Tumblr. I think whoever is paying gets every slot cause seriously, this is the 5th ad.” And this one is making Steve blush.

“What are you doing on tumblr?” Eddie’s gawking like he just learned Steve was Spider-Man or something.

“Scrolling?” He’s not going to get into it.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Are you a destiel shipper?”

“Shut up,” Steve pushes Eddie’s shoulder teetering him away.

“Hey, I get it. Jensen Ackles can get it.” Eddie says through a laugh.

Steve refuses to acknowledge that comment, even if he agrees. Instead, he continues scrolling until he hits another ad. His thumb hesitates, okay, maybe it is a sign.

Less than five minutes later he’s signed up and scrolling through nearby profiles. He’s not going to do anything, just curious what’s out there. Window shopping as it were.

When he’s deep in the scroll, his eyes catch on a photo he’s familiar with. Wait.

“You’re on here!” Steve throws his screen in Eddie’s face.

Hand-Holding Dialogue

Hand-Holding

Touching

Hugs

Hugging Dialogue

Touch Starved Prompts

Touches Ask Games

Super soft intimacy

Casual Affections

Seeking out physical affection

Romantic, non-sexual intimacy prompts

Kisses

First Kisses

First Kiss Prompts

Accidental Kisses

Places for kissing

Angsty Kisses

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Irrevocable Linguistic Harm

Thought this was a necessary measure because we all know that surge of clueless thirsty tiktok fans is gonna happen.

The like button should be at the bottom, looks like this:

The dislike button differs depending on your device but it should look something like one of these: