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fit: superheroesincolor: Encyclopedia of Black Comics (2017) The Encyclopedia of Black Comics, focuses on people of African descent who have published significant works in the United States or have worked across various aspects of the comics industry.Ā  The book focuses on creators in the field of comics: inkers, illustrators, artists, writers, editors, Black comic historians, Black comic convention creators, website creators, archivists and academics—as well as individuals who may not fit into any category but have made notable achievements within and/or across Black comic culture. By Sheena C. Howard Get it now here Sheena C. Howard, is the Ā Past Chair of the Black Caucus (NCA) and Associate Professor of Communication at Rider University. Howard is an award-winning author, including a 2014 Eisner Award winner for her first book, Black Comics: Politics of Race and Representation (2013). She is also the author of Black Queer Identity Matrix (2014) and Critical Articulations of Race, Gender and Sexual Orientation (2014). Howard has appeared on NPR (National Public Radio), 900 am WURD, Philadelphia Weekly and CCP-TV as well as other networks and documentaries as an expert on popular culture, race, politics and sexual identity negotiation. She has also written opinion pieces for the Trentonian and the Huffington Post. [Follow SuperheroesInColor faceb / instag / twitter / tumblr / pinterest]
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Encyclopedia of Black Comics (2017)
The Encyclopedia of Black Comics, focuses on people of African descent who have published significant works in the United States or have worked across various aspects of the comics industry.Ā 
The book focuses on creators in the field of comics: inkers, illustrators, artists, writers, editors, Black comic historians, Black comic convention creators, website creators, archivists and academics—as well as individuals who may not fit into any category but have made notable achievements within and/or across Black comic culture.
By Sheena C. Howard
Get it now here

Sheena C. Howard, is the Ā Past Chair of the Black Caucus (NCA) and Associate Professor of Communication at Rider University. Howard is an award-winning author, including a 2014 Eisner Award winner for her first book, Black Comics: Politics of Race and Representation (2013). She is also the author of Black Queer Identity Matrix (2014) and Critical Articulations of Race, Gender and Sexual Orientation (2014). Howard has appeared on NPR (National Public Radio), 900 am WURD, Philadelphia Weekly and CCP-TV as well as other networks and documentaries as an expert on popular culture, race, politics and sexual identity negotiation. She has also written opinion pieces for the Trentonian and the Huffington Post.


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fit: Finally, a mannequin that shows how the shirt will really fit.
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Finally, a mannequin that shows how the shirt will really fit.

fit: Finally, a mannequin that shows how the shirt will really fit.
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Finally, a mannequin that shows how the shirt will really fit.

fit: phantomemes: startersĀ  /Ā  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,Ā  between you and these bonesĀ .Ā  feel free to change pronounsĀ  /Ā  tenses as necessary . ā€˜Ā  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyesĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  how i soften when you pull me against youĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  you are teaching me to loveĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyesĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  you perhaps will become my swan songĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  it is a very human thing to loveĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  you are my good daysĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i have been loved dearlyĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i promise you will not always be this warĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  thank god for the stubbornness of organsĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with youĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  there will always be another dayĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  there will always be another mercyĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  perhaps i will take up dancing againĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  what a pretty little disaster you will beĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i am terrified for youĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i will fold inside of myselfĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  today i am thankfulĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wakeĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  come and get meĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i tell myself i do not need youĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i think i broke again last nightĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i’m just trying to connect with youĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashingĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  burn the house down in search of yourselfĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  don’t you dare ever stop lookingĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i struggle not to feel guiltyĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  you are a wildĀ  ,Ā  unkempt thingĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longingĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  find that you are made of russian nesting dollsĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  the trees are always kindest with spring comesĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  teach yourself the hymns againĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lipsĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  this life is an altarĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i am sorry i do not have more timeĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  there is a mountain in meĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  by the morning i am a triumphĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throatĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come acrossĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  there are many things that will fit beneath your skinĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  forgiveness does not take up much roomĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  some days you will breathe and it will be enoughĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  you do not have to hold it quite so tightlyĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  there is a prayer in meĀ  ,Ā  stillĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  you scare me a littleĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  you can be a good thing and not a whole thingĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  there are flowers in my chest againĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  the rain comes and sounds like youĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  i cannot tell you why i still trust godĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  find peace and build a home out of itĀ  ’ ā€˜Ā  there is never an endĀ  ’
fit: phantomemes:
startersĀ  /Ā  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,Ā  between you and these bonesĀ .Ā  feel free to change pronounsĀ  /Ā  tenses as necessary .
ā€˜Ā  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyesĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  how i soften when you pull me against youĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  you are teaching me to loveĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyesĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  you perhaps will become my swan songĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  it is a very human thing to loveĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  you are my good daysĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i have been loved dearlyĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i promise you will not always be this warĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  thank god for the stubbornness of organsĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with youĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  there will always be another dayĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  there will always be another mercyĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  perhaps i will take up dancing againĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  what a pretty little disaster you will beĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i am terrified for youĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i will fold inside of myselfĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  today i am thankfulĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wakeĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  come and get meĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i tell myself i do not need youĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i think i broke again last nightĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i’m just trying to connect with youĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashingĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  burn the house down in search of yourselfĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  don’t you dare ever stop lookingĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i struggle not to feel guiltyĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  you are a wildĀ  ,Ā  unkempt thingĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longingĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  find that you are made of russian nesting dollsĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  the trees are always kindest with spring comesĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  teach yourself the hymns againĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lipsĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  this life is an altarĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i am sorry i do not have more timeĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  there is a mountain in meĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  by the morning i am a triumphĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throatĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come acrossĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  there are many things that will fit beneath your skinĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  forgiveness does not take up much roomĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  some days you will breathe and it will be enoughĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  you do not have to hold it quite so tightlyĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  there is a prayer in meĀ  ,Ā  stillĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  you scare me a littleĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  you can be a good thing and not a whole thingĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  there are flowers in my chest againĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  the rain comes and sounds like youĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  i cannot tell you why i still trust godĀ  ’
ā€˜Ā  find peace and build a home out of itĀ  ’

ā€˜Ā  there is never an endĀ  ’

phantomemes: startersĀ  /Ā  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,Ā  between you and these bonesĀ .Ā  feel free to change pronounsĀ  /Ā  tenses...

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fit: stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.
fit: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :)...

fit: stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.
fit: stellarsteele:
Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :)...

fit: stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))). Prologue Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up. My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly, but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but I’ve learned to work with what I have. I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together. I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need right now. Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected… Day 1 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules, but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the world goes to shit. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor will save everyone the stress and give us all an A. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media posts. Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media; get laid. This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but sex does sound nice right now. Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed sheets. The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off. Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except for me.
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Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :))).
Prologue
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My name is Eva. I had one boyfriend in high school who turned
out to be a disappointment. After breaking up with him, he kept sending me
creepy messages on social media. I did what any girl would do—I blocked him. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I am anxious for another romantic
experience with a different outcome. I thought college would be my chance, but
this pandemic swooped in and fucked everything up.
My ideal is a cute guy who is sensitive and provides me with
unconditional love. I want to have deep conversations with him too. 
Physical appearance isn’t my greatest asset: I am not ugly,
but not gorgeous. Sometimes guys at parties tell me that I’m charming and a
good listener though. I would much rather be kissed than told these things, but
I’ve learned to work with what I have.
I must admit, I’m hard on myself. My roommate Emma has a lot
of hookups and I always feel below her. She still complains about the absence
of dateable guys which makes me feel better about my lack of success. 
I should mention my parents because I am going to be stuck
with them for a while. They are strange as fuck. My dad is a classic nerd and my
mother was wild in college. I’m pretty sure that she did cocaine at a party in
college once. I honestly couldn’t tell you how they ended up together.
I have no idea what to expect from this quarantine. I’m going
to try to be productive and stay positive. Maybe, something good will come out
of this. I’ve already improved my personal hygiene—it’s hard to stay super
hygienic in college. I’ve been eating a lot healthier too since college
cafeterias are no longer part of my daily routine. 
I also have a good excuse for being single. I’m going to take
this time to find out more about myself. Maybe a boyfriend isn’t what I need
right now. 
Although, if a cute guy were to enter my life right now, I am
not sure I would be able to refuse him. Even if he got me infected…
Day 1
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā My quarantine hasn’t been too bad so far. I started off by
cleaning my room: I found a lot of dust under my bed and on my windows that
desperately needed attention. My closet was a disaster too. I found a ton of
clothes that haven’t fit me since middle school. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā After, I went for a run in my
neighborhood and discovered that my neighbors were completely disregarding the social
distancing protocol. I didn’t heckle them or anything for disobeying the rules,
but I was disappointed. You really discover who people really are when the
world goes to shit.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I laid on my bed for a while and
ended up reading an entire book. I haven’t been committed to a book like that
since the Harry Potter books. I was lowkey impressed with myself. After, I fell
asleep for a couple hours. I have a feeling that naps are going to be a big
part of my daily routine even if I try to resist them. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā Next, I checked my school email and
discovered that all my classes are moving to a virtual platform called Zoom. I
have no idea how virtual chemistry labs are going to work. Hopefully, my professor
will save everyone the stress and give us all an A.
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā I checked my Instagram feed and
ended up making a clever post. I got the most likes I have ever gotten which
was satisfying. I am going to try to be more regular with my social media
posts.
Now, I’m sitting at my desk listening to The Weeknd’s new
album. I love his angelic voice and atmospheric beats. I’m trying to come up
with a list of goals for myself for quarantine: read a book; try to spend more
time with my parents; do yoga 3 times per week; post regularly on social media;
get laid. 
This is probably influenced by The Weeknd’s erotic music, but
sex does sound nice right now. 
 Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā It sounds so nice that I grab
my dildo out of my drawer and take my pants off. I slide it slowly into my
vagina at first and gradually increase the speed. I imagine my ideal guy on top
of me, penetrating me and whispering dirty things in my ear. I am getting so
wet. It is surprising how responsive I am to this little toy. Using my other
hand, I start massaging my clit. Now, I’m forcefully moving the dildo in and
out of my pussy. In my mind, my ideal man is caressing my back and clapping my
cheeks hard as fuck. I start moaning and eventually I come all over my bed
sheets. 
The initial pleasure from the orgasm quickly wears off.
Instead of feeling blissful, I feel ashamed of myself for not finding a man
since high school. The loneliness is suffocating. I feel myself sinking into my
bed, drowning in my tears slowly. Everyone seems to have found someone except
for me.

stellarsteele: Here is a preview of my first book ever! I am planning on releasing the full book very soon. Let me know what you think :)...

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About 1 Billy Joel.



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Just a little too long for my bed

18 hands



Long enough that I should just fit between two people appropriately social distancing without touching either of them when lying out flat

Approximately 89% of the length of Darth Maul’s lightsaber.

taller than every member of fall out boyĀ 



If I stand on a chair on my fuckin tippy toes or whatever the fuck I can touch the ceiling 



I am exactly one (1) Evan Jennings 

I am 2 capybara’s tall

I need a step stool to get stuff out of upper kitchen cabinets

at least 5 hands



about 1 my mom 



slightly shorter than @official-lucifers-child 



I can touch my toes and forehead to opposite ends of my bed, but only when I stretch my feet out



I am a little shorter than the length of social distancing.

im 0.000978535 miles tall


I’m a little over 12 pens tall


1 foot shorter than Master Chief

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perpetualcombustioninstruction:

revereche:

bogleech:

elvenrainbow:

shitsuren-chama:

ocean-child-love:

kaibas-paragraphical-mind:

what-is-a-homestuck:

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT

YOU COULD BE A FUCKING BADASS DRAGON THAT’S THE POINT

ā€œI AM A CREATURE OF DARKNESSā€ ā€œoh hey sabrina.ā€

I guess the point is that you could shapeshift into the body you always thought you’d grow into when you were a kid
taller, shorter, slimmer, more muscular, purple hair, tattoos everywhere, tattoos nowhere,Ā 
every single shoe would fit you every single time you tried it on, every single article of clothing would fit your perfectly, all you have to do is transform slightly, you’d never run out of ā€˜your size’ again
and you wouldn’t have to work for it at all, and you’d never be limitted by your bone structure or something. You could just transform at will.



I don’t see how this is much of a downside
When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve

Oh man that would be so sweet. I could be an annoying fuck as an insect or something but you couldn’t kill me becauseĀ everyone would know

That’s great but have you considered
~cosplay
~Halloween costumes
~acting
~cosplay
~stretching to reach stuff and shrinking to fit through spaces
~cosplay
~cosplay
~COSPLAY


imagine being at work minding your business and then suddenly you look out the window and see like a 50ft tall flamingo and then someone just says ā€œoh, yeah, that’s just pete, he does this sometimes, don’t worryā€ 



ā€œBRB, gonna be a cat-sized dragon for a few hours. Might come home a foot taller with mood tattoos.ā€
ā€œDon’t antagonize the fae.ā€
ā€œI AM the fae, Susan.ā€

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bogleech:

elvenrainbow:

shitsuren-chama:

ocean-child-love:

kaibas-paragraphical-mind:

what-is-a-homestuck:

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT

YOU COULD BE A FUCKING BADASS DRAGON THAT’S THE POINT

ā€œI AM A CREATURE OF DARKNESSā€ ā€œoh hey sabrina.ā€

I guess the point is that you could shapeshift into the body you always thought you’d grow into when you were a kid
taller, shorter, slimmer, more muscular, purple hair, tattoos everywhere, tattoos nowhere,Ā 
every single shoe would fit you every single time you tried it on, every single article of clothing would fit your perfectly, all you have to do is transform slightly, you’d never run out of ā€˜your size’ again
and you wouldn’t have to work for it at all, and you’d never be limitted by your bone structure or something. You could just transform at will.



I don’t see how this is much of a downside
When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve

Oh man that would be so sweet. I could be an annoying fuck as an insect or something but you couldn’t kill me becauseĀ everyone would know

That’s great but have you considered
~cosplay
~Halloween costumes
~acting
~cosplay
~stretching to reach stuff and shrinking to fit through spaces
~cosplay
~cosplay
~COSPLAY


imagine being at work minding your business and then suddenly you look out the window and see like a 50ft tall flamingo and then someone just says ā€œoh, yeah, that’s just pete, he does this sometimes, don’t worryā€ 



ā€œBRB, gonna be a cat-sized dragon for a few hours. Might come home a foot taller with mood tattoos.ā€
ā€œDon’t antagonize the fae.ā€
ā€œI AM the fae, Susan.ā€

Also, consider— people will know it’s you, but it doesn’t say they’ll know what you are. ā€œSo is Pete a 50 foot flamingo who changes into a man, or the other way around?ā€ā€œWe.. we don’t know.  Barbara asked him once, but he just grinned.  She said they weren’t the teeth of a human OR flamingo and she didn’t want to talk about it.ā€ 



@randomnightlord 


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