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Jonathan Joss was an Indigenous, gay man who was murdered on the first day of Pride month as well as Indigenous History Month. He died protecting his trans husband. Homophobia and racism aren’t marks of the past, and this is a heart breaking reminder of that.

Devotion

Meme dump once more

+ two that I’m not proud of but had to make

@steviehchrist YES exactly like Steve’s so gone it’s getting genuinely hard to watch for the bystanders. So they encourage him to tell Eddie he’s bi to hopefully move it along but Eddie’s just like “that’s cool! he’s into dudes but he still wouldn’t be into me I’m not even in the ballpark of his type”

Steve shows up to band practice in black skinny jeans, eye liner, a black leather jacket, and one of Eddie's band shirts. Eddie's eyes go huge but not in a good way. He can't help the way his nose scrunches up in distaste. "Please go put on a polo and a puffer jacket this is not my boyfriend."

Eddie tries to dress nicely for some event, maybe a work thing for Steve, but instead of doing it his own way, he just raids Steve's closet. He's wearing a white button up under a beige sweater, light wash jeans, and his hair in a slick bun. Steve immediately pulls a face like he wants to be sick and makes Eddie at least take off the sweater and undo some buttons so at least he can roll up the sleeves and show off his tattoos.

They love each other exactly as they are and don't want the other to change for them at all.

The amount of time passed isn’t a factor. It’s simply that Steve, even though he couldn’t get off work to go to a Corroded Coffin gig and had an early shift the next morning too, stayed up to call Eddie once he got back home to ask how it went. Steve even allowed time for Corroded Coffin partying it up a bit after (which definitely happened) and for Eddie to take a shower and get comfy (which definitely didn’t, because Eddie had gotten distracted by something on tv and rummaging through his room for a joint, not in that order), and they just. Chatted, for over an hour. Even though Steve needed to go to bed and kept dozing off on the line, he kept insisting that “I like hearing your voice” and “I’m still really bummed I didn’t get to see you play tonight,” his pouting just as audible as his yawns.

He’s so sweet and devoted it makes Eddie’s teeth ache. It’s time to return the favor.

The next morning, Eddie turns up about an hour into Steve’s early shift with coffee (for both of them) and a breakfast bagel sandwich that he made himself. Steve lights up when he first sees him, his night owl boyfriend’s presence at this ungodly hour being a wonderful surprise in itself, and as each new offering is noticed or revealed his smile goes up a notch in both brilliance and wonder. Eddie ends up crashing in the break room despite the caffeine and snoozes there until it’s time for Steve’s lunch break; when Steve comes to nudge him awake Eddie gets him in a full body octopus hug right there on the break room couch, nuzzling and cooing and just generally letting out all the cuteness aggression he’s felt since, like, before they’d started dating.

They go out, grab fast food from somewhere, and eat it in the back of Eddie’s van somewhere out of the summer sun and secluded enough that they can comfortably lay on each other and make out the whole time. Relaxed and sweet, no pressure to try and squeeze in a quickie before Steve has to clock back in, just enjoying being close. “I missed you,” Eddie explains when asked why all the sudden closeness—not that Steve’s objecting, not at all, he just hadn’t expected it.

“We talked last night,” Steve points out. “Well, at the crack of dawn this morning. And spent basically all day together on Tuesday.”

“Yeah,” Eddie replies patiently, “and I needed to see you again today. Because you’re my guy, and it’s high time I make sure you feel like you’re my guy.” He gives him a kiss that was intended to be quick, but they both get carried away for a minute or two until he breaks away to shyly add, “I also want to invite you to band practice on Saturday. Since you couldn’t come last night, and, you know. Officially meet the guys. If you want.”

Steve melts and tightens his grip on him at the same time. “Yeah, of course I want! If, uh, they don’t mind me being there. I know you were… easing them into you dating a former-douchebag jock.”

“Sweetheart, hey.” Eddie cradles his face and starts peppering his cheeks with kisses. “I haven’t been hiding you. They’ve been bitching about not getting the chance to give you the shotgun talk for weeks. And when that’s over they’re going to start telling you stories about every stupid thing I’ve done, excuse that’s what friends do. It’s going to be godawful embarrassing for me, that’s why I’ve been putting it off.”

“Oh,” Steve says with a dawning smile, sweet and besotted but also a little teasing. “You mean like how you put off telling Wayne about us until he caught me getting coffee in your kitchen one morning and showed me your baby pictures, and you threatened to throw a temper tantrum?”

“Hush up,” Eddie chides, and kisses him again.

Well I don't like how it feels. I don't feel cleaner without body hair. I don't prefer not having body hair. But who will advocate for women like me, but me? For women who do like hair removal, they are advocated for every time they step out of the house and see 99% of the female population also conforming to that standard, or when they watch a movie and see all the shaved actresses, or view an advertisment, or open a magazine, or watch a music video, or scroll through social media, or walk down the streets without receiving insults and glares for having a completely normal bodily feature.