stuff i like to think of

they immediately storm into her bedroom, and before she can do or say anything, they rip her phone out of her hand. it's open. she's already seen it.

they delete it from the chat history, and open her photos (over her protests) to make sure she didn't save or screenshot it to humiliate them with later. once they're sure she hasn't, they toss the phone at her and stomp out in a fury. back in their own room, they flop face-down into bed, fighting back tears, red with shame. their stomach is churning with embarrassment and self loathing and — deep down — an emotion which they've been trying to ignore for a long time. they shove it back down, disgusted with themself. she probably knows what i feel. probably even thinks the pic was intentional. she definitely knows what a fucking freak i am now.

they lay there motionless for a few minutes before they hear a soft knock at their door. they ignore it, hoping it's not her, hoping she'll just go away, but after a pause comes a second knock. after the third, the door creaks open, and they hear her voice behind them.

"you can chill out, okay? it's not that big a deal, you don't need to be so pissy about it." it's the voice that only siblings use with each other, the tone of exasperation hiding genuine concern. "it's an easy mistake, just a wrong button press. it's happened to me too. i'm not gonna tell anyone."

silence. little sister hasn't moved an inch. every muscle in their body is tense as they dig their palms into their eyes and wish the floor would open up and swallow them.

"....besides," she says. they hear her turning to go. "why would i be upset, anyway? you're hot as fuck."

they barely hear the click of the door closing behind her as she leaves. they're frozen. every thought is wiped from their mind, their sister's words echoing in their ears. that was a joke, right? did she actually just say that?

back in her room, their sister hurriedly locks her door and puts her back against it. she slides down it and comes to rest on the floor with a thud. her heart is hammering against her chest.

Jeff Goldblum and Richard Attenborough as Ian Malcolm & John Hammond

Unedited "Hello World":

Jan Gay went to the nudist colonies in Germany last summer not, as have other writers, to be initiated in a daring and unfamiliar rite, but with a long and honorable record in the private practice of nakedness before she joined in these public manifestations abroad. "On Going Naked" tells the story of her revolt as a little girl against the too-numerous and too-scratchy clothes of her childhood. It records a number of encounters with the Law and private citizens who object to nakedness. This book describes with more humor than certain others on the subject the routine and the personnel of nudist organizations, although it does not fail to acknowledge the importance of this movement to the health and morals of its participants, or its social significance in present-day Germany. The French, the German, the Scandinavian, and the American attitudes toward nakedness are contrasted not only in theory but through the first-hand observation and participation of the author. Above all Miss Gay justifies the nudists not alone for the merit of their proceedings, but in the deep individual joy of going naked. This, she writes, is in her personal experience . . .

The Highlander fanfic dive is taking me beyond AO3, and it's making me appreciate all over again how comparatively normalized male homosexuality is now.

The fact that the sex is gay was something that got warned for on the same level as noncon and torture, that's just how it was and we more or less rolled with it.

This isn't news to me, I was there Gandalf, but getting it as a blast from the past like this is just impressing on me how far we've come in how short a time

These sites are from the late 90s through the mid 2000s.