Hi, i am looking for a steter fic, it is set during the wild hunt, and the only details i remember are that stiles managed to use the radio and contact someone outside by believing that it would work, they might have cuddled and slept in that radrio room, and stiles promised peter they will be an actual pack once they get out. I think it was one chapter and maybe 10k-15k long. Could you please help me? Thank you!!
Yesterday, Disney asked users on Threads to use Disney quotes to show how they are currently feeling. To say that this did not go according to Disney’s plan would be an understatement 😂
They deleted the thread, but they should know that this doesn’t help because now the videos are making their rounds 🤣😂
“i unfollow if our media interests no longer align” I still follow moots haven’t spoken to in years and have learned the entire story of deltarune, mouthwashing, that one ninjago lego show, continuations of media I havent been into since 2018 and many others. I don’t need a summary of something I just need Mutual to be insane about it on my dash
these are my mutuals I call them ‘advertisement’ and 'propaganda’ and 'newspaper’ and their job is to flood my dash with posts that have no root in my current interests. for enrichment
Bless the Maker and His water. Bless the coming and going of Him. May His passage cleanse the world. May He keep the world for His people. DUNE: PART ONE (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve
Your six-word text post activated my special interest and now like a sleeper agent I’m going to share some historical context that nobody asked for on the homoeroticization of the word ‘buddy’…
An excerpt from Chapter 7 (“Comrades in Arms”) of Allan Bérubé’s Coming Out Under Fire: The History of Gay Men and Women in World War II (1990):
By encouraging men [in the military] to pair up, the buddy systems gave a respectability to devoted male couples, whether or not they included gay men, that was unusual in civilian life. Even constant companions were protected from harassment by temporarily narrow definitions of deviant relationships. “The choice of a buddy,” explained Stewart Stern, who after the war was screenwriter for the film Rebel Without a Cause, “was as or more critical than that of a bride. You’d be living in a kind of physical intimacy which was unlike any other. The classic David Duncan photos of buddies consoling each other, those who had lost their buddies, was very expressive of this. And what greater love song in those days than ‘My Buddy’? Men were having the experience of never having been so close to other men.” Buddies watched out for each other, prayed for each other, did their best not to let each other down. To outsiders the open affection that buddies expressed toward one another, which was captured in wartime photographs, can appear to be surprisingly “gay.” Gay civilians at the time clipped buddy photographs from magazines, such as one from Life of two GIs sleeping with their bodies intertwined on a park bench, as rare keepsake images of male intimacy. In the 1980s the popular wartime song “My Buddy” became a signature piece for many gay men’s choruses, who recognized in its lyrics an open expression of male love that was rare in American society outside of gay life.
The first time I heard this song I actually looked up the history and etymology of the word “buddy” to see if it had a (heterosexual) romantic connotation in the early 20th century, and could find no evidence that it did. As far as I can tell, this is a song about friendship expressed with a passion that by modern sensibilities comes off as intensely romantic. And, as Bérubé suggests, was adopted by the queer community as early as the 1940’s (and likely before) as an expression of gay love–
(the homoeroticization of the word ‘buddy,’ as it were).
