by Someone Else
by Iron Eater
by shukyou (主教)
Despite what his name might suggest, Moe wasn’t a joker. He didn’t always get comedy, and he had five good jokes memorized for social purposes, even though I wouldn’t have sworn he understood why their punchlines were funny. The rest of our friends and I generally left him out of our good-natured ribbing and practical jokes, mostly because it didn’t seem fair that he wouldn’t — or couldn’t — reciprocate. All of which is why my I did not laugh when I opened the door to my apartment to find Moe standing there with a hollow expression on his face. He looked me straight in the eye and said, “Javi, I’m straight.”
by TK Hoshikuzu (TK 星屑)
Breakfast is an outdated meal, but it’s the hill that this damned school is determined to die on. Connor stares grumpily at the floor with his eyes half-closed, acknowledging no one as he trudges to the shower. It wakes him up, but a hot shower does not a morning person make. His mood is worsened when he runs into Vince and Dove brushing their teeth together, as if they were a real couple. Connor stomps out because they don’t seem to notice him.
Hiram Kalloway joined the Royal Navy at the late age of thirteen, his mother having insisted on his remaining home until that age in order to gain some additional polish. His father, Samuel Kalloway, had gone to sea at the age of nine, moving up in the captain’s list year by year and running roughshod underfoot on his uncle’s ships until he was old enough to be more than a cabin boy.
by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)
The shelves behind the bar were crenellated with bottles, crystal decanters of liquid amber and jewels. Adam sipped his ginger ale, the condensation from his glass numbing his hand. Around him, people wearing suits that they probably thought of as investments in their careers were waving down the bartender, leaning into one another with casual touches, loosening their ties.
by the Druid
by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)
Infrastructure. It’s all the stuff you don’t think about, the stuff that works until it doesn’t, and then your tube of personal lubricant turns out to be full of toothpaste or you end up knee-deep in chocolate milkshake. That’s not the fun kind of surprise, and it’s not a random example either. I’d had a lively morning, and I was hoping that the afternoon was going to be more on the calm side. At least with the replicator I was working on there was no obvious mess to clean up, though I wouldn’t know for sure until the skeleton key had finished running and I could rummage around inside it and see what it had choked on. It was an older unit, one that I hadn’t had much to do with aside from its monthly service check. A lot of them in Maroon Sector are like that. Not old enough to be historic, like that one over in the Teal heritage district that spits out those weird-ass souvenir apples, perfectly round and shiny like cartoons of themselves. Just solid and unglamorous, a little banged up around the edges, good at getting the job done without a lot of fuss.
by Himawari (ヒマワリ)
It’s a delight to come home to the flat and find Serhiy’s dick in Lyudmila’s mouth. I had been exhausted, coming up the stairs, but I started getting hard just hearing Serhiy’s voice groaning from the other side of the door, as I was fumbling for the door handle in the darkened hallway.
written and illustrated by Iron Eater
Warren lay sprawled on Brad’s couch, sipping a chilled bottle of no-name cola and loathing the Tucson heat with every fiber of his being. He liked visiting Brad, he really did, but the thing that so far had tried their relationship far beyond the distance between them was just how damned hot it got in Arizona in every season but winter. Warren hoped that once they made it through their current discussion the weather would still be the only thing to worry about.
by Kimyō Tabibito (奇妙 旅人)
“And if you enjoyed this video, remember to like and subscribe! I’ll be back next week with a special episode of Decolonizing your Food with Dr. Boyfriend.” Ravi winked at the camera as he wrapped up his filming. It was still a shock, sometimes, to look at the view counts and realize he’d launched his Vine popularity and quarterfinalist run on America’s Got Cookies into a successful career. Stranger to also realize that same run on America’s Got Cookies introduced him to Dr. Boyfriend, and see himself suddenly moving from Queens to the middle of nowhere, Arizona. But it was good. It was very good. He flipped off his cameras, a smile tugging up the corners of his lips.
by shukyou (主教)
Bud clutched the matchbook tight in one sweaty paw as he hiked the two miles from where he’d gotten dropped off off to his final destination. He hadn’t dared give the driver of the ride he’d thumbed the right address, so he’d told the man that friends would be meeting him here at the filling station on the outskirts of town. But the truth was he was looking even farther out on the skirt than that, so to speak.