Eddie made it home after a long day in the California sun ended under damp skies. Soaking wet, worn down, and on the verge of giving up, the buzzer rang.
Spawned from the Albert Hammond song It Never Rains In Southern California. || ao3
The setting sun always brought comfort with it, blanketing him and the city in dimness.
Not that it was ever truly dark in a city with so much desperation.
The lights and cars and neon signs had been interesting at first, a break from small-town nothingness after maybe eight in the evening, but it grew to wear on him.
The night was never that dark, but the days were sunny beyond belief and he, frankly, fucking hated it.
Mornings had been spent with a pillow over his head, as no matter how tightly the curtains were drawn, the sun crept in. If the beautiful beams of light hadn’t baked him, the residual heat it created had brought even less comfort, barely allowing him enough sleep.
Sweat seemed to cling to him, even as he had admitted defeat, foregoing his leather jacket and his long jeans. His vest would be next, whenever he could finally bear it. His fingers would always brush over the denim, a small part of him urging him to leave it behind, but he’d catch the corner of the small black heart pin hidden under the flap of his left breast pocket.
Steve had pinned it there, smiling and speaking softly about wanting to be right over Eddie’s heart, so I’m always with you.
Time and time again, the denim won out, accompanying him into the harsh California sun as he wandered in the direction of the next venue, the next bar, the next coffee shop, the next bus stop.
hey can we all agree to stop calling watching/reading/consuming porn “using?” porn is media not drugs, and porn addiction was fully made up by the same christian evangelical freaks who think divorce and premarital sex should be illegal and women who get abortions deserve to die. let’s just maybe be aware of the language we’re using. anyway peace and love. sex workers should have labor unions
It’s crazy that countries on the edge of the Sahara desert are reversing desertification by just digging half circles
The ground in these places is too compact for water to soak in during wet season which leads to flooding but digging these holes gives the water a place to stop and soak in. And they’re pushing back the desert with this. By just digging holes.
The new plants also help even more water soak into the ground which reduces flooding even more.
These places also give people places to grow food and graze animals like people are turning completely dry compact desert into a refuge for wildlife and plants and solving regional food insecurity just by digging holes.
We’ve been doing the spotlight for almost two years now! It’s been a highlight of our space and such a joy to learn more about our incredible writers in our community.
Over time, we’ve gotten duplicate nominations of authors and we’ve asked the same variation of questions to every author we’ve highlighted. It’s time to change that!
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my one defence against scammers is that I’m stupid. this person called pretending to be my internet provider, and asked who I use for my phone, and I was like “I dunno.” and they were like, you don’t know? how do do you pay bills every month? and I was like “my phone still works so I guess it’s auto??” and then they tried to get me to open apps on my phone and I was like “I don’t have those apps. I dunno.” then after trying to convince me that I did have the apps for a couple minutes they hung up in a frustrated rage. course then I realized that I DID have the apps. and that the apps showed someone trying to log into my email and requesting confirmation. and then I was like ohhhhhh…….a scammer……woaw
