even when the heat breaks I’m still yours
For @spagheddiediaz who listened to and contributed to many fics <3<3<3
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Eddie has many regrets in his life, lying on the floor of the cabin in the middle of a heat wave with his six foot two best friend pressing into his side while they were both trying to stay cool under the pitiful breeze of the ancient ceiling fan had the possibility to be high on that list. He turns his head to be confronted with a tattooed and freckle-covered shoulder, he can’t remember when they decided to strip down to their boxers -he might have suggested it after Buck’s third shirt had been soaked with sweat and had been clinging to his muscles in a dangerously distracting way- but at the time it had seemed like a good idea, he wasn’t sure about that now considering this was the third time in the last hour that he’s found himself turning to stare at the miles of bare skin.
“Eddie?”
“Hmm?” He drags his eyes up over collarbones, an Adam’s apple, a chin that had more stubble than usual, lips that Buck had been nervously chewing on and off for the past two days and up until he finally meets eyes as bright as they are blue. So blue in fact that they somehow made his throat even drier than it already is, god, the heat is getting to him, turning him delusional.
“Eddie.”
“Buck.”
“I’m lying in a pool of my own sweat.”
He grimaces, “Gross.”
“Eddddiiiieeee,” Buck drags his name out in a whine that sounds an awful lot like Chris or maybe Chris sounds an awful lot like Buck, either way, Eddie finds it endearing as much as it is childish. He’s truly lost his mind.
“We have to save water.” He knows what Buck wants, another shower, but they’ve got a limited supply of water and they don’t know how long it will take for the heat to break.
Buck rolls over to face him, “But I’m so hot."
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legally sanctioned kidnapped by graveltotempo on ao3
Summary: Derek kidnaps Stiles (with Lydia's help).
It's for the best, really - even if Stiles does not think so.
Prompt: The Sheriff is worried about his son and asks Derek for help in getting his son out of Beacon Hills for a while. But Derek doesn't bother asking Stiles to go on vacation with him, he just kidnaps him and takes him somewhere safe to unwind.
Tags: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Sterek Summer Fest 2023 (Teen Wolf), sterek heatwave, Sheriff Stilinski Knows (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Derek Hale & Lydia Martin Friendship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale is Not a Failwolf, Idiots in Love, Attempt at Humor, implied Spark Stiles, No True Alpha Scott, Timeline What Timeline, Oblivious Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie
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So I was just reading this post and it raised a couple points I’d like to talk about real quick.
Basically it is someone asking why there is so much less audience interaction with fics than there used to be. There’s a few suggested answers but the one I’d particularly like to talk about is the idea that now we live in an age where the internet and social media is ruled by tiktok (and I suppose instagram to a certain extent as well)
Tiktok is designed so that a user makes as little effort as possible, you don’t have to think, you just have to watch and scroll and tiktok’s algorithm will provide you with hours of content it thinks you will like. It gets people used to the idea that they do not need to contribute because all will be provided for them, people expect to be served.
So what happens when you get a site like AO3 with no algorithm, no recommendations, a site that isn’t built to serve. We get fic writers (like the one who sent the ask in the post I referred to earlier) who have to put up with less and less feedback and it’s disheartening. Sites like AO3 cannot survive without writers to write and readers to read but if the writers stop seeing the point in writing because they don’t know if their readers even liked what they wrote then I don’t blame them for not wanting to write anymore.
And I get that sometimes you just don’t have the spoons to think of a comment, I’m not trying to say there’s anything wrong with that. But please don’t just look at something and move on when you’re done without any indication to the author that you liked what they wrote. Even if it’s just quoting a line you liked and saying something like ‘lol’, even if it’s just an emoji, even if it’s just kudos, I promise you that authors see that and we appreciate it. Don’t be afraid of being judged, if you like something SAY SO!! But please for the love of all that is good and holy, do not treat AO3 like tiktok or instagram. That is not sustainable.
Not to sound like one of the ‘tin foil hat brigade’ (as my mother would say) but I truly believe that algorithms will be death of creativity and freedom of expression. You cannot treat AO3 like tiktok because you cannot treat human beings like robots. It is not shameful to want appreciation, humans need to know they are appreciated.
Not to get too political here but I am begging you to ask yourself who profits most from feeding you the notion that we can expect people to provide a service while giving them nothing in return.
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All you need to know is shit goes down there (Fanfiction)
The Burns explain the existence of Waffle House to the Bots.
Chief Burns tries to school the quizzical look on his face as he reads the text from his brother again.
Woodrow:
I've finally discovered it,
the most dangerous
place on the planet.
Charlie:
Should I be worried?
He settles on responding after a couple of Seconds. He shuts the phone off and places it on the table. Chief Burns tunes back into the world around him and tries to catch up on the multiple conversations taking place between his children and the rescue bots as they set up for their family camping trip. His phone buzzes before he can gain enough context to understand anything being said, drawing his attention back to it. He clicks it on and is surprised by what he finds.
Woodrow Willson
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It usually takes Woodrow a good while to respond to text since he tends to hang around areas with little to no reception. Once, a Merry Christmas text from Woodrow hadn’t gotten through until a day before New Year's Eve. Charlie fully opens the phone to see if the photo holds any clues to his brother's quick response or his previous message. Charlie stares at the picture for a second before letting out a quiet chuckle.
“What’s funny?” Kade asks, looking up from the tent he was helping Cody set up.
“Read the last text,” Charlie tells his eldest son as he hands him his phone. Cody cranes his neck to see the screen over his brother's shoulder when he, too, lets out a chortle.
“He’s not wrong. One of the dudes in my class at fire training’s from down south and almost got shot at one.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Dani asks, looking up from the wood pile she had been turning into a fire.
“I, too, would like more context pertaining to that situation,” Chase says. By this point, everyone has dropped what they are doing and is looking at Kade intently.
“Unkle Woodrow texted Dad saying he found the most dangerous place on earth and then sent him a picture of him standing in front of a Waffle House.”
“What does a Waffle House have to do with your friend almost getting shot?” Heatwave asks.
“First of all, he wasn’t my friend; we were rivals. Second, it's a Waffle House!” Kade says.
“You can’t just say its name again and expect me to understand what you mean,” Heatwave responds.
“He almost got shot there because it’s a Waffle House. What else do you want me to say?”
“Gun violence can take place in any setting. What makes the fact that happened in a House of Waffles significant?” Chase says. “Is that a regular occurrence at these places? If so, I think the best course of action would be to remove the Waffle make in the kitchen at the fire station.”
“Waffle House is a chain Restaurant down south,” Graham says. It is known primarily because lots of fights break out there.”
“Why?” Bolder asks.
“It’s open all hours of the day, every day of the year, has low prices, and is often situated in low-income areas where crime tends to be…”
“No one cares about the technical reasons. All you need to know is shit goes down there,” Kade says, interrupting Graham.
“Kade Language,” Charlie says, gesturing to Cody.
“Sorry,” Kade mumbles.
“I’d still like to hear the story of how your friend almost got shot,” Heatwave says, smirking at Kade’s reaction to the word friend.
“He was at a Waffle House.” Kade begins.
“Obviously,” Dani mumbles under her breath.
“I think he said it was in Mississippi, but I could be wrong. There are like two thousand Waffle houses, and it could have happened at any of them.” Kade continues ignoring his sister. “ He saw a rapper he liked and went up to talk to him, and the dude pulled a gun on him. Must have thought he was getting jumped or something. They figured it out in the end, and no one else realized what happened, but it’s still a funny story.”
“If Waffle Houses are known to incite violence, why are they allowed to spread?” Boulder asks.
“I have to Agree. If one ever tries to open on Griffin Rock, we must find a way to halt the process.” Chase says.
“Waffle House isn’t really a Maine restaurant, so I don’t think We’ll need to worry about that,” Graham says. “And anyway, Waffle House doesn’t incite violence. It just tends to be the setting where it takes place, for the reasons I tried to explain earlier before I was inte…”
“They also need them for the Waffle House Index.” Kade buts in.
“The what?” Cody asks, confused.
“It’s a way to tell how heavily a hurricane impacted an area based on the hours the local Waffle house is open,” Dani replies.
“This restaurant can predict storms?” Blades asks hopefully, “Maybe we should get one.”
“It doesn't predict the storms. It just reacts to them.” Chief Burns says.
“Then what makes it different from any other restaurant in that regard?” Boulder asks.
“The director of FEMA created the Waffle House Index. The corporation behind Waffle House works really hard to keep their franchises open even after natural disasters, so sometimes it’s the only restaurant open after a minor hurricane.” Graham says.
“How can a Hurican be minor? It’s a Hurricane!” Blades says, horrified.
“They get one almost every year down south, so the people there have kind of just gotten used to it.” Chief Burns says.
“Lots of southerners joke that they don’t evacuate for a hurricane unless the Waffle House closes,” Kade says.
“What do they do if they don’t evacuate?” Blades asks, horrified.
“Mostly just stay in their house until it passes,” Graham says.
“Unless they're from Florida.” Dani Jokes. “They take their shotguns and shoot the hurricane.”
“That’s Florida-Man for you,” Kade responds. The burns all laugh, but the bots seem confused.
“What’s so special about men from the State of Florida?” Chase asks.
“Ok, so…”
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