Sleight of Hand [Steddie Fic - 19/19]
It took over a year, but IT'S DONE. 140K! Put it on my tombstone!
Okay, it's long as shit... But what’s it about you say.
IDK, friend… It’s about two dudes figuring out the hard way that they’re worthy of love. It’s about getting more than you bargained for. It’s about the ways we hide and the lies we tell, and being brave enough to let someone see you, love you. Being brave enough to want and to hope and to try. About inching incompetently toward love. Also a shit ton of fucking. But sometimes the kind of fucking one person in the comments described as “the most emotionally devastating blow job scene I’ve ever read.” It’s a post season 2 AU. It’s my magnum opus. I hope you like it.
TITLE: Sleight of Hand
FANDOM: Stranger Things
PAIRING: Steve/Eddie
RATING: Explicit
WORD COUNT: 143K (Complete!)
SUMMARY: Steve needs a weed dealer. He gets a bit more than that.
CHAPTER 19 to finish | CHAPTER 1 to start | Playlist
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My first job was working at a dog kennel. It was a boarding facility so folks could leave their animals while they went on vacation. I always loved animals so I was stoked to apply, but I was less thrilled with the reality.
The owner operated the kennel on her personal property and was a tyrannical micromanager. For instance: she could see three of the play pens from her front porch. If you had a dog that did not in fact want to play with you, a stranger, and would prefer to sit quietly getting petted she would come out onto her front porch and yell at you.
The correct procedure in her mind was to play fetch by yourself which was just throwing a ball, going to pick it up, and throwing it again, over and over, to entice the dog. I quickly learned to never pick those pens. Even the small gravel play pen behind the building by the dumpsters was a better bet. There may not have been grassy fields but the miasma of dog waste meant less getting yelled at.
My time there colored my perception of certain dogs. To this day I disdain retrievers. They can be fine on a case by case, and ultimately my dislike isn’t their fault. But 75% of them weren’t potty trained and had never walked on a leash. They also had a brain just big enough to fixate on a tennis ball which was really annoying when trying to manage toy buckets and they’d just body check you cause they saw green.
Poodles and Dobermans were top tier, generally extremely obedient on leash and with their manners. This certainly says more about the owners inclined to get certain types of dogs than the breed itself but I remain fond. Pitbulls were similarly well mannered.
The craziest motherfuckers were Shiba Inu’s. It says a lot that these dogs rarely ended up on my schedule, despite the high proportion we had, because snappy dogs always went to the leads. It really didn’t help that we didn’t leave collars on the dogs. (I think it was a safety thing? It was weird). We slipped collars over their heads, and the shibas fucking hated it. They’d scream their little heads off and fling themselves around on the leash like a wild animal.
Hands down the worst dog I had was a beagle though. I still remember that horrible little man. He had been checked by the vet and was fine but he acted like each time he put his foot down it was landing on shards of broken glass. So each step was a tiny tentative affair, mincing and ready for the ground to suddenly rise up against being walked on. And god save you if this animal felt the slightest pressure on his collar he would shriek with ear piercing hysteria that you were trying to murder him. He walked the shortest circuit we had and it took as long to finish as the longest circuit twice over. I watched his owners pick him up once and he just trotted happily like a normal fucking dog.
My favorite animal however was this little Pomeranian with one eye. Easily the most friendly and well behaved of the dogs, big or small, he was loving life and everything in it. He didn’t yap or snap he just sat politely to be leashed and trotted along perfectly. He dashed after toys and retrieved nicely. I still think about that little dude sometimes. He was the platonic ideal of a dog.
But really the best kind of dog, the one we all wanted but never got, was one with solid bowel movements we could actually pick up instead of kennel induced stress soup, which is what we got.
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There is a chance that Tumblr will start scraping your art and images to sell to AI companies Like Midjourney.
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Important note for now: These are all speculative rumors coming from ex-tumblr employees at this point. But the important fact remains the same: You need to be Glazing AND Nightshading any and all content you upload.
Both Glaze and Nightshade are free for their desktop applications. They are developed by a team at the University of Chicago specifically with the intent of protecting artists from being scraped into AI datasets.
If your computer isn't strong enough, there is an online option called Web-Glaze you can request access for. Or, there is a new Art hosting website called Cara that has a partnership with the University of Chicago (the creators of Glaze and Nighshade) to integrate that same Web-glaze for all users to apply to anything they want to upload.
Again, there is a chance these rumors are false and this won't happen. But even if they are fake, all artists, and even just anyone uploading any image at this point, should be applying these programs to any uploaded image on the internet.
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