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mlobsters · 8 months

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supernatural s13e23 let the good times roll (w. andrew dabb)

well, carry on my wayward son has lost pretty all of its emotional punch that it once had for me back in the early seasons.

the moment we see sam in front of the corkboard and "the ice caps are melting" i felt like i was going to combust. what is this nonsense. our-earth 101 catching them up to speed even though we're just here to regroup and arm up before a showdown with michael? and how long was the apocalypse apocalypsing over there? longer than it would have without the boys to stop it in 2010 or whatever? mortifying. i fast forwarded. i don't need the spn cliffs notes on awful things here too

you want to hear some nonsense? i was sort of looking forward to yesterday's episode. i don't know why. well, it disabused me of that notion right quick.

why are we on some rando werewolf hunt

man mary is beautiful. and sure, she and bobby get umbrellas

MARY So what are you gonna do now? BOBBY Honestly, I got no clue. Everyone seems to be settling in okay in town. Ketch is out doing Ketch things. Rowena and Charlie are road tripping it through the Southwest.

i get that it's for production reasons they're not gonna have the whole cast around but hokay.

BOBBY Anyways...without an archangel, it's not like we can go back home. And I'm not sure I'd want to.

all right then. obviously, shit's gonna happen with lucifer and michael though right. don't have a lot of episodes left (lol) and i know michael gets all up in there at some point

DEAN Hey, you remember...remember when you asked if we could stop it? All the evil in the world? SAM Yeah. DEAN If we could...really change things? Well, maybe with Jack, we can. SAM Maybe you're right. But then what will we do? DEAN Mm. Yeah. This. (Dean holds a beer he has been carrying and Sam looks down at his) A whole lot of this. But on a beach somewhere, you know? Can you imagine? You, me, Cass, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously. Some hula girls. SAM (scoffing) You talking about retiring? You? DEAN If I knew the world was safe? Hell, yeah. And you know why? 'Cause we freaking earned it, man. SAM (holding up his beer) I'll drink to that. DEAN Yeah. Hell, yeah.

being optimistic is surely a sign for everything to turn to absolute shit. is cas gonna wear the trench over the hawaiian shirt? he's awfully commited to that look

tired of myself talking about this show.

DEAN Jack? Hey. Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. You're just having a bad dream. JACK Sorry. DEAN It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I have 'em, too. All the time. JACK You do? DEAN Sure. JACK You, um... What do you see? DEAN Well, depends. Mostly... mostly people I couldn't save.

thanks for saying that i guess, pretty sure he's only gonna talk to someone that's zoned as a kid about it. but without specifics of course

DEAN Jack... it's not about being strong. I mean...Look, I don't know what you saw over there, and I don't know what you went through. I know it was bad. But I also know that you came out the other side because you are strong. But even when we're strong, man, things are gonna happen. We're gonna make mistakes. Nobody's perfect. Right? But we can get better. Every day, we can get better. So whatever you're dealing with, you know, whatever...whatever comes at us, we'll figure out a way to deal with it, together. You're family, kid, and we look after our own.

needed some Quality Dad Bonding time between jack and dean, i guess now that he's not convinced he's gonna go evil and blow up the world. also always slightly amused that jack's actor, alexander calvert, is 27 at this point

didn't take long for lucifer to show up

jack flitting off to basically kill this guy with no proof of wrongdoing, like. it's such a weird character because he's an adult, i think in world he's supposed be i dunno, late teens? and he's got a very childlike view of events. it's like infantilizing except that he is basically a baby with extremely limited life experince so?? i dunno. doesn't really work for me on the regular

in a way i wish pellegrino had a different role so i could like the character he's playing. i want to believe this thing with jack because he's just so good at being sincere and horrible. like, some fucking random play at getting jack on his side is making me cry??? because the idea of starting over and him actually leaving everyone alone is just so... i wish.

MARY Sam, even if we find Lucifer, how we gonna stop him?

did they lose their archangel blade over in au world?

MAGGIE Does it matter? Kinda seems like you have bigger, you know, Satan-y problems. SAM Yeah, but -- but we're -- we're dealing with those. Mostly.

the little muttered "mostly" did get a chuckle out of me

CASTIEL Yeah, angel radio is nothing but static, which is disturbing.

i mean there's only what, 9 angels left anyway lol

laughing at this ridiculous slow float downstairs while they shoot at him, knowing nothing is going to do anything

well. that big reveal of lucifer is actually evil to jack thing, well played by pellegrino as i'd expect. did not expect him flashing out of there with jack and sammy in tow.

DEAN No. What if...what if you had your sword?

well. i wondered what on earth could get dean to say yes.

LUCIFER Wow, Daddy Sammy coming to the rescue. But your little Jackie, the nougat-loving boy that you had before, he's killed people. He's got lots of blood on his hands. SAM (standing) I don't care. He's family.

i mean, so has sam and the rest of their family so?? not exactly a convincing argument :p

DEAN (to Castiel) Lucifer has Sam. He has Jack. Cass, I don't have a choice! DEAN (To Michael) If we do this, it's a one-time deal. I'm in charge. You're the engine, but I'm behind the wheel. Understand?

i'm sure that'll work out fine

mmmk.

convenient that michael and lucifer brought the archangel blades with them so we can have a little showdown

lol reminds me of the matrix training with morpheus fight but cheesier. and we're just gonna have a fist fight in the air. oy

are they actually committing to killing lucifer? his character was more than done but sad to see pellegrino leave, but glad that plotline is over finally

SAM You did it. DEAN No. No, we did it. We did it.

and dean immediately hunches over in pain and it's like s8e23 all over again

and now michael has his special sword vessel and he broke the deal and they can't go killing him while he's wearing dean, right. wonder how long that's gonna drag on in the next season. i haven't seen a lot of gifs of michael!dean so lol i figure it can't be that long??

#supernatural #spnwatch #andrew dabb #spnwhinge #spn 13x23

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starry-eyed-butch · 5 months

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I work hard, I got paid, I decided I wanted a steak so I did that and I'm gonna probably be full for the rest of my life but man, nothing beats a steak when it's something ya really want. I made mashed potatoes from redskin potatoes and had gravy and sautéed some onions and there's also like, baked yellow squash (had bacon grease and garlic and pepper). And hawaiian rolls, gotta have bread.

I'm gonna sleep like a champ here in about...27 minutes.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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I posted 5,661 times in 2022

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My Hero

Fandom: Marvel, Spider-Man, The Amazing Spider-Man, Peter Parker

Word Count: 4535

Thank you to @swaggysposts for the amazing request! Sorry if I went too long because I got carried away! But this was such great request, I couldn't help myself 🥰

And thank you to @babblydrabbly for beta reading for me!

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654 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

Waiting for Someone

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd, f!reader

Word Count: 1211

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Bar, Drinking, Unwanted Flirting

Note: Thank you to @srry-itshockeyszn for the great request! And thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me!NO plot-related spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Top Gun Masterlist

You knew the second you entered The Hard Deck that this had been a mistake. Being this close to the airbase, it wasn’t surprising that for every three people in the room, two of them were in uniform. And you had had enough experience with these kinds of places to know nothing good came of hanging around one by yourself. However, you were here for a reason, so after quickly smoothing out your sundress, you hurried over to the bar.

Taking a seat on one of the stools, you ordered a beer from the kind bartender who gave you a sweet smile as she handed it to you. But just as you raised the bottle to your lips, someone leaned heavily against the bar top next to you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, you saw a handsome blond man with an arrogant smile staring back at you and you internally groaned. While you had expected this, it would have been nice if you had been able to at least take a single sip of your drink first.

The man slid a little closer as he asked, “So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a place like this?”

You softly sighed as you said, “I’m sorry, I’m not alone. I’m waiting for someone.”

“Well, you’re in luck! You don’t have to wait anymore because I’m here now.” As he leaned in even closer, you could see a small crowd of pilots over his shoulder watching his every move.

You rolled your eyes and took a small sip from your beer. You knew this had been a bad idea, but you had wanted your visit to be a surprise. You should have just called ahead and let him know you were coming. Or asked him to meet you somewhere else. But it was too late now.

Trying to keep your tone as polite as possible, you said, “I see that. And in case you didn’t understand by my tone the first time, I wish you wouldn’t be.”

You heard the pilots behind the man snickering at your response and there was one jeer of “Hangman’s left hangin’!”. The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his jaw clenched before he pushed himself off the bar and walked back over to the pool table.

Relieved he was gone, you finally thought you were going to get some peace and quiet when another man with a loud Hawaiian shirt and a mustache sat down next to you. “Sorry about him. He’s a jackass. But I liked how you handled yourself. That was quite the brushoff.” The man stuck out his hand. “The name’s Rooster.”

Politely, you gave his hand a quick shake before turning back to your drink. But you could still feel his eyes on you. With a sigh, you turned back to face him. “Rooster, is it? I’m sorry, but I really am waiting for someone.”

“Oh… I just thought….” The man shook his head before smiling. “Well, no problem! What’s his name? Maybe I know him and can help you find him.”

“Sweetheart?”

The voice instantly perked you up as you turned to see your boyfriend standing just behind you with another woman at his side. Hopping off the stool you rushed over and threw yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight. He stumbled back a step, but his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head rested against yours.

After a moment, you pulled away to take a good look at him. You were relieved to see that even after all of his dangerous training he still looked just like he did when he had to leave you a few weeks ago. Same hair combed perfectly to the side, same blue eyes slightly magnified by the same wireframes, same adorable little smile that sent your heart fluttering. He was still your same Bob.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here!” Bob said joyously, but then his tone turned more confused as he asked, “Actually, what are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, the woman next to him politely cleared her voice and gave the two of you a questioning look. Bob started as he realized the situation, “Oh, sorry! Phoenix, this is my girlfriend. Sweetheart, this is Phoenix. She’s my pilot.”

“Of course! Bobby’s told me all about you!” You quickly pulled the other woman into a hug which she returned after a moment of shock.

“Oh! Um, hi! Bobby actually never mentioned you.”

You pulled away and turned to your man. “That’s not surprising. He told me he doesn’t like to talk about his personal life with you guys, and I usually respect that. But I had a few days off of work while they redo the office and I jumped at the chance to come and see him.” You held out your hand and he instantly took it. “I hope that’s alright?”

Bob smiled at you. “Of course, sweetheart. I was just surprised, that's all. But I’ve missed you so much!” He pulled you in close and you wrapped your arms around his neck before placing a big kiss on his lips.

“Wait…. So, Bob is who you were waiting for?” Rooster asked slowly, clearly not believing what he was seeing.

You nodded, as your head still rested on his shoulder and a wide grin spread across your face. “Yep! So, I guess you two do know each other!”

Bob looked down at you in confusion. “Yeah, we do. But how do you two know each other?”

“Oh, Rooster here was just offering to help me find you. Don’t worry, he was being sweet about it.” You offered Rooster a small wink and he gave you a smile in return.

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678 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

Some Wounds Leave Scars (Part One)

Fandom: DC, The Batman, Batman, Bruce Wayne

Word Count: 1021

Notes: This is set before The Batman (2022) so there are no spoilers for the movie.

Thank you to @spooky-ghosts and @skvatnavle for beta reading this!

@babblydrabbly, @lacontroller1991, @merlehs, @spooky-ghosts, @loverhymeswith

Part One, Part Two, Part Three(Coming soon)

“What are you doing here, my dear?” Your father asked as he tightly embraced you.

You returned the hug, but you could sense a slight edge beneath his joy, a small tension in his shoulders as he squeezed you tight. He was happy to see you, but at the same time, he was concerned about your sudden unexpected arrival.

“I had an assignment in Blüdhaven that I was able to finish early. My flight isn’t scheduled for another few days, so I thought I would come and see you! I mean, it’s been over a year since you came to visit me, and over three years since I’ve been back to Gotham. I figured it was time to stop by and see how much has changed.”

“Yes, and I’m overjoyed to see you, but this isn’t the best time. Maybe lat-”

“Alfred!” A familiar voice called out for your father from the other room, cutting him off mid-sentence.

You smirked softly. “He still can’t do anything for himself?”

Your father shook his head with a chuckle. “No. That privilege would still fall to me.” He gave you one last squeeze before pushing you away. “Now’s not the best time. Maybe we could get a late dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”

You knew he was trying to get rid of you, and you knew why, but you didn’t fight him on it. “That sounds lovely. Just text me the details of when and where.” You gave him a small peck on the cheek and turned to leave.

But before you had managed to take more than a few steps, you heard someone’s bare feet padding across the balcony behind you. “Alfred, I was calling y- Oh! I didn’t realize we had company.”

You sighed softly before turning around. You watched the shock and surprise momentarily flash across his face as he recognized you. He was just wearing a pair of low-rising black sweatpants, which gave you a clear view of his extremely pale, muscular torso that was littered with scars and what appeared to be old bullet wounds. His hair was longer than it had been the last time you had seen him, with dark, slightly greasy pieces falling across his face. He had large, dark circles around his eyes and while you were sure some of it was from lack of sleep, some of it looked suspiciously like leftover makeup. But the look in his haunted, pale blue eyes was the same one you remembered. Even if everything else had changed, those eyes had remained.

“Y/N….” he mumbled softly.

You smiled sadly up at him. “Hey, Bruce. Long time no see.”

He continued to stare intensely down at you for a moment before he seemed to realize what he was wearing. He quickly turned and grabbed a shirt that had been thrown over a chair behind him. However, when he did, he gave you a full view of his back which sported as many injuries as rippling muscles.

You flinched before discreetly looking away. From the second you had first heard of The Batman, you knew of only one man in Gotham it could be. And though you had never openly discussed it with your father, you had a feeling he knew you knew the truth. However, you both had ignored it and that was what you intended to do with Bruce as well until the time came when he felt like telling you himself. If that time ever came.

Once he returned to his spot at the edge of the balcony, this time wearing the shirt, he asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I was just telling my father I had some business in Blüdhaven which concluded early. So, I had a few days off and decided to pay him a visit….. I hope that is permitted given his demanding schedule.” You said the last part teasingly, but his intense stare did not waver. So, you cleared your throat and continued, “I was just about to leave to find a hotel and then we were going to meet for dinner. You are more than welcome to join us.”

“I work nights.”

“Ah….” An awkward silence filled the room. “Well, I better get going.” You turned to your father. “I’ll let you know when I find a place to stay, and we can set something up.” He nodded and your eyes fluttered back to the balcony. “It was really good to see you again, Bruce. Hopefully, I’ll bump into you again before I leave the city.” You gave him one more small smile and started to leave.

“Stay here.”

You stopped and turned around. “Pardon?”

“Stay here. There are more than enough rooms here in the tower and that way you can spend more time with Alfred. And… maybe we could find time to catch up.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude. I know you respect your privacy.” You tried to say it as pointedly as possible, but whether he understood what you meant or not, Bruce just nodded.

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854 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

I Have Missed You

Fandom: DC, Batman, Batfamily, Damian Wayne, al Ghul!Reader

Word Count: 3016

Thank you to @kitty-chan33 for the wonderful request!

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1,355 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Old Friends

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Maverick's Daughter!Reader, f!reader

Word Count: 2309

TW: Fluff, Kissing, Angst, Explicit Language

Note: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for the request "Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father?" and thank you to @lorecraft for beta reading for me! 💖

This story takes place BEFORE Top Gun: Maverick but DOES contain spoilers for the movie

Top Gun Masterlist

As you stand outside the front doors of the main building, you struggle to remain professional and contain a squeal of excitement. Your whole life has been leading to this moment and once you walk through these doors, your dreams will finally become reality. Despite the double-edged sword that came with being Pete “Maverick” Mitchell’s daughter, you had made a name for yourself independent of your father’s reputation and earned your spot here same as everyone else. One of the elite few admitted to Top Gun.

Taking one more deep breath, you throw open the doors and hurry down the hall which is currently crowded with cadets, instructors, and other Navy personnel. While you recognize many of the instructors as friends or colleagues of your dad’s, you don’t seem to know any of the students outside of passing acquaintances. You roll your eyes when you notice Jake “Hangman” Seresin in the corner with a few other cadets who look vaguely familiar. Hangman only stood out because he had relentlessly hit on you at one of the awards ceremonies you had gone to with your dad. The night ended with your drink in his face and if he didn’t watch himself now, you’d resort to a much harsher deterrent.

You are so focused on your thoughts of Hangman that you don’t even notice the man walking directly towards you until the two of you almost collide. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed you either because as you both made eye contact, the same look of surprise is mirrored on each other’s faces. Standing before you is a man you haven’t seen for years but had once been as close as family. Your best friend, your first (unrequited) love, Bradley Bradshaw.

But before you can say anything, he mutters, “Ah hell no.” before whirling around and storming down the hall in the opposite direction.

You hurry after him. “Wait! Please! I didn’t know you’d be here. Bradley, wait! I swear, I didn’t know!”

He comes to an abrupt stop and whirls around to face you, anger and betrayal burning in his eyes. “If you did, would it have made a difference? Would you not have come?”

You looked at the floor as you softly shook your head. “No, of course not. You know this is my dream just as much as it is yours.”

“Yeah, but no one stole your dream right from under your nose and left you to fight tooth and nail just to get back to the same position you were four years before!” he spits the words at you, and you can’t help but flinch.

Softly, you whisper, “I told you back then, I didn’t know what my dad was going to do. If I had, I would’ve tried everything I could to stop him from pulling your application to the Naval Academy. You were my best friend in the whole world. Do you really think I would have just stood by and let him do that if I had known?”

“He was the closest thing I had to a father after my dad died and he betrayed me. Why shouldn’t I think you would do the same? You’re just like him.” He starts off down the hall once more, but you quickly follow.

“Just because I refused to cut him out of my life like you did doesn’t mean I agreed with him. But, come on… He’s my dad. What was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to have my back. If you couldn’t back then, how am I supposed to trust you to have it now in the air?”

You stop as he keeps walking, your jaw falling open at his accusation. Up until now, you had been feeling regret, sorrow, and a little shame. But all of those emotions quickly turn to rage as you scream, “Fuck you!”

The busy hall instantly goes silent as every person turns to face you but you don’t care. Marching up to a surprised Bradley Bradshaw, you jam your finger in his face. “I know what my dad did was horrible. I know you have every right to be furious with him. And fine, you can even be mad at me for not siding with you over it. But don’t you dare insult my skills or abilities as a pilot or as a wingman. You aren’t the only one who had to fight with everything they had to be here. Do you think it’s easy being the daughter of Maverick? One of the most accomplished, yet most written up pilots in the last thirty years? Everyone always expects me to be him, the recklessness, the arrogance, the total disregard for the rules. And I have worked so fucking hard to show people that I am my own person, my own pilot, and that I deserve to be here. So don’t you dare try to tarnish my reputation just because we have a troubled history.”

You storm past him, ramming your shoulder into his as you do. You feel his hand reaching for yours, but you yank it from his grasp and continue down the hall and out the door.

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1,619 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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tamlovesfashion · 3 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: HarDaddy Men's Retro MCM Rock'N Roll Print Casual Short Sleeve Hawaiian Shirt.

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disorderedlovelyfox · 5 months

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4/27-4/30 Log

This is just going to be a quick basic catch up.

4/27: no count

Domino’s pizza and pasta

4/28: 1100cal

Homemade sushi bowl but without the tuna

Loaded veggie mashed potatoes

4/29: no count

Breakfast croissant

Wonton soup

Crab rangoons

Seafood Pho

4/30: 1300cal

Meatball subs

Street corn dip w/chips

Only pic I have is of the meatball subs I made. Hopefully will do better this month.

Side note, this sub turned out super well! Meatballs are in a bourbon fruit chutney sauce I made and I used brie and smoked gouda on them. And Hawaiian Bread sub rolls.

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ilovemanyathing · 1 year

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Concept Description for Human Planets

Mercury: Gender: Male. Mercury would be an athlete, specifically an Olympic runner, due to the planet racing round the Sun faster than all the other planets. Mercury would wear a gray sleeveless shirt with No. 1 on front, some brown running shorts, gym socks, arm bands (one red and one blue), a headband to hold his messy hair in place, and sneakers with some winglike designs to reference the Roman God the planet is based on. He would probably also have some bandages and bruises to reference how many times Mercury’s been battered by meteors.

Venus: Gender: Female. Venus would be a fashion model with the beauty of Kim Kardashian, Marylin Monroe and Diana Ross all rolled into one. She usually wears thin clothes, usually in shades of yellows, oranges and whites. Her usual attire consists of a yellow and white striped crop top, some jean shorts, some fancy heels and a translucent orange robe to mimic the planet’s cloudy atmosphere.

Earth: Gender: Female. Earth would be a mother to her child, Luna, hence the term “Mother Earth”. She would wear clothes usually simple, yet elegant, usually blue, white and green in colors, she’d always wear a flowery headdress, a wooden bead necklace, and some bamboo platforms under a blue and green tie-dye skirt.

Mars: Gender: Male. Mars would be a soldier, because he was named after the God of War. Mars would wear a camouflage-styled military jacket, but red in color (obviously), some military pants, heavy-duty boots and his cap would be a mix between a WW2 helmet, and a Roman soldier helmet. He would also have a scar on his cheek, referencing the Valles Marineris canyon (which is 20 times wider and 5 times deeper than the Grand Canyon).

Jupiter: Gender: Male. Jupiter would be “the King of the Planets” because he is the largest. Think of him as a more humble Henry VIII, but he ain’t married. He’d either be round or buff, but he usually wear a brown-grey-white-yellow-and-orange striped sweater over it. His khaki pants would be held up by an brown belt with a crimson oval-shaped buckle to mimic the Great Red Spot. And he’d always wear a small crown made of paper because he’s “the king”.

Saturn: Gender: Female. Saturn would be a fashion designer / glamorous movie star. She’d usually wear a wide-brimmed hat to mimic her rings, she’d usually a flowing dress with stripes of yellow, faded green and light orange, her hair is always long and curled at the end, she’s also sport lot of jewelry: rings, bracelets, earrings, necklace, anything that looks fancy.

Uranus: Gender: Female. Uranus would be an asmr artist / heavy-duty sleeper. She would usually some comfy pajamas, usually in shades of teal and turquoise. When going out, she’d just put on a cerulean hoodie, so she’d easily take a nap anywhere. She’d also carry a copy of Shakespeare everywhere she went (this is in reference to the fact that the planet’s 27 moons are named after characters from Shakespeare).

Neptune: Gender: Male. Neptune would be a surfer, because he’s named after the God of the Sea. He’d wear a cobalt blue Hawaiian shirt, with wave design, on the back is a spiral shape in reference to the planet’s many hurricanes. He’d also sport a shark-tooth necklace, some dark blue shorts and sky blue sandals. His surfboard would also have image of a trident engraved on it.

Pluto: Gender: Female. Pluto would be a YouTube artist. She’d wear a beige button-down under a white shirt with the image of a heart, brown pants and auburn socks. She also is the older twin sister to Charon, which is real life Pluto’s largest moon (but Charon is about half of Pluto’s size, that they form a binary planet system). She would always have a locket, with an image of her planet friends to remind her of the time when she was a planet.

#character concept #character description

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actionjackson2998 · 2 years

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valdezhqs · 2 years

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welcome to valdez cc and lena!! please send in your account within 24 or the face claim hande erçel & andy biersack will be reopened. also please complete this checklist. note: talia demirci will be replacing Ezel Somsi who is deceased.

{hande ercel; cismale; she/her} hey isn’t that TALIA DEMIRCI? the 29 year old HELLHOUND (POSSESSED BY DEMON) and a song that plays when you see them is WREAK HAVOC BY SKYLAR GREY . They are known to be FORWARD and GUARDED They have been in VALDEZ for 2 months and always remind me of winter snow falling, a smile that can light up the stars, the warm embrace of family and heart of gold. what secrets will they discover? [cc, 31, cst, she/her, n/a]

{andy biersack; agender; they/them} hey isn’t that BELPHEGOR Bellamy Alden? the 31/ 1400 year old DEMON and a song that plays when you see them is ALL STAR by SMASH MOUTH. They are known to be ADVENTUROUS and SNARKY. They have been in VALDEZ for 3 WEEKS and always remind me of tacky Hawaiian shirts, a freshly rolled joint, childish curiosity, and long naps. what secrets will they discover? [Lena, 27, est, they/them]

#accepted.

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demigod-headcanons · 5 years

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31. Despite the bad representation they usually get, the Aphrodite Cabin becomes a safe space for LGBTQA+ campers. Kids come to them left and right asking for coming out advice, how they can begin to take the step to transition and their own pace, how ace kids don’t feel sexual attraction, and even how to come to terms with their sexuality. After all, love is love.

Submitted by @27-hawaiian-rolls

#aphrodite #the heroes of olympus #camp halfblood #demigod headcanons #percy jackson and the olympians #demigod-headcanons #tempus #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #31 #27 hawaiian rolls

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things-happens · 3 years

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We got it on Camera!

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN X F! READER

Can you do #27 with Jean in college AU

“That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Make sure to get it on camera.”

Prompt List

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Warnings: Drugs (weed), light mention of something broken

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Sitting in Jean and Connie’s room, the smell of weed and pizza suffocated the room. Sasha and Y/ns leaned on the beds on the floor, eating bags and bags of chips. Connie was passed out on his bed being the only one who got sleepy when high while Jean was one who needed to get out and do something. The only one who wasn’t high was Marco sitting on Jean’s bed playing Legend of Zelda.

“Okay, what if we go to the trampoline house and just break every rule then get kicked out.” Jean spun in his desk chair, giggling to himself and the idea.

Y/n slowly ate her chocolate donut, watching one out of her four best friends, spin. “Jean stop, you’re going to throw up again.”

Sasha laughed choking a little on her chips a little bit, Marco looked panicked only hearing the end of the sentence. The last time it happened everyone was too high to even notice the throw-up, Marco had to clean it all.

The five had known each other since middle school, Titan Junior High School. Connie and Sasha hold up Y/n to everyone like she was their little girl, being the shorter one of the trio. Sooner or later Jean and Marco joined them. All tied by the hip and the rest was history. All aged and did everything together.

Sasha met a guy, Nicolo, who was a cook in his Italian restaurant. She was in love with the guy… and his food. Connie always said he didn’t have time for a girl because of school, in turn, everyone would roll their eyes… like he did any work. Marco, who was actually busy and focused on his major, psychological, didn’t worry about girls or guys, at least not till after school.

Then there were two, Jean and Y/n, they both messed around a little. Jean more than Y/n but nonetheless. The two had hooked up once or twice… or 12 times! But who was counting… besides Y/n… and Jean.

As much as Jean played off to be a fuckboy, ever since he had slept with y/n two years ago. He hadn’t seen a single girl. Y/n did have a small two-month relationship with another member of the 104th class of their college, when it ended… she went straight back to Jean.

They loved each other but you’d never hear either of them.

The group had the same chaotic vibe as the song, Casin.

“Fine, how bout I try and skate high. Everyone knows I’m amazing at it.” Jean said with his hands on his hips.

He wasn’t and everyone knew that.

Y/n sighed looking at Jean with one raised eyebrow, “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Make sure to get it on camera.” She said sarcastically, chuckling alongside Sasha.

“RIGHT!” Jean yelled waking up Connie.

“Huh? What’s happening?” Connie asked looked like a complete mess. His Hawaiian button-up liking like a cow chewed on it.

Jean grabbed him by the shoulders “Connie my main man. Here’s the plan you,” he slapped his chest, “are gonna record me do… something on your bord.”

Connie nodded walking with Jean out the door, Marco followed them putting his switch on the charger.

Y/n sighed looking at Sasha, “some things never change…”

Sasha looked in deep thought, “Anyways now that they’re gone, can we watch Wolf Children.” y/n laughed and nodded, grabbing Marco’s laptop.

“of course.”

About 5 minutes into the movie, Marco slammed the door open.

“Jean broke his arm!” tears rolling down his cheeks, “but we got it on camera.”

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greatworldwar2 · 4 years

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• 442nd Infantry Division

The 442nd Infantry Regiment is an infantry regiment of the United States Army and best known for its history as a fighting unit composed almost entirely of second-generation American soldiers of Japanese ancestry (Nisei) who fought in World War II. Beginning in 1944, the regiment fought primarily in the European Theatre, in particular Italy, southern France, and Germany.

Created as the 442nd Regimental Combat Team when it was activated February 1st, 1943, the unit quickly grew to its fighting complement of 4,000 men by April 1943, and an eventual total of about 14,000 men served overall. The unit earned more than 18,000 awards in less than two years, including 9,486 Purple Hearts and 4,000 Bronze Star Medals. In 2010, the Congressional Gold Medal was awarded to the 442nd Regimental Combat Team and associated units who served during World War II. Most Japanese Americans who fought in World War II were Nisei, born in the United States to immigrant parents. Shortly after the Imperial Japanese Navy's attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941, Japanese-American men were initially categorized as 4C (enemy alien) and therefore not subject to the draft. Not long after the attack on Pearl Harbor On February 19th, 1942, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed Executive Order 9066.

It was targeted largely for the internment of people of Japanese ancestry from the West Coast. In March 1942, Lieutenant General John L. DeWitt, issued the first of 108 military proclamations that resulted in the forced relocation from their residences to guarded relocation camps of more than 110,000 people of Japanese ancestry from the West Coast, the great majority of the ethnic community. Two thirds were born in the United States. The US government required that all internees answer a loyalty questionnaire, which was used to register the Nisei for the draft. Question 27 of the questionnaire asked eligible males, "Are you willing to serve in the armed forces of the United States on combat duty, wherever ordered?" and question 28 asked, "Will you swear unqualified allegiance to the United States of America and faithfully defend the United States from any or all attack by foreign or domestic forces, and forswear any form of allegiance or obedience to the Japanese emperor, or any other foreign government, power or organization?"

Nearly a quarter of the Nisei males answered with a no or a qualified answer to both questions in protest, resenting the implication they ever had allegiance to Japan; some left them blank. Qualified answers included those who said, yes, but criticized the internment of the Japanese or racism. Many who responded that way were imprisoned for evading the draft. more than 75% indicated that they were willing to enlist and swear allegiance to the U.S. The U.S. Army called for 1,500 volunteers from Hawaii and 3,000 from the mainland. An overwhelming 10,000 men from Hawaii volunteered. The announcement was met with less enthusiasm on the mainland, where most draft-age men of Japanese ancestry and their families were held in internment camps. Roosevelt announced the formation of the 442nd Infantry Regimental Combat Team, saying, "Americanism is not, and never was, a matter of race or ancestry." Ultimately, the draft was instated to obtain more Japanese Americans from the mainland and these made up a large part of the 14,000 men who eventually served in the 442nd Regiment.

The 442nd Combat Team, less its 1st Battalion, which had remained in the U.S. to train Nisei replacements after many of its members were levied as replacements for the 100th, sailed from Hampton Roads, Virginia, on May 1st, 1944 and landed at Anzio on May 28th. The 442nd would join the 100th Battalion in Civitavecchia north of Rome on June 11th, 1944, attached to the 34th Infantry Division. The 1st Battalion, 442nd Infantry at Camp Shelby was then redesignated the 171st Infantry Battalion (Separate) on September 5th, 1944. The newly-formed Nisei unit went into battle together on June 26th, 1944 at the village of Belvedere in Suvereto, Tuscany. The battle of Belvedere showed that the 442nd could hold their own and showed them the kind of fighting the 100th Battalion had gone through in the prior months. After only a few days of rest, the united 442nd again entered into combat on July 1st, taking Cecina and moving towards the Arno River. On July 2nd, as the 442nd approached the Arno, 5th Battalion engaged in a hard-fought battle to take Hill 140.

The 442nd, alongside the 100th Battalion continued to fight in Italy reaching the German Gothic Line. On the Italian Front, the 442nd had contact with the only segregated African-American active combat unit of the U.S. Army in Europe, the 92nd Infantry Division, as well as troops of the British and French colonial empires (West and East Africans, Moroccans, Algerians, Indians, and Gurkhas), and the non-segregated Brazilian Expeditionary Force. The 442nd also served in France for a time. The 100th/442nd Regimental Combat Team is the most decorated unit for its size and length of service in the history of American warfare.

The record of the Japanese Americans serving in the 442nd and in the Military Intelligence Service (U.S. Pacific Theater forces in World War II) helped change the minds of anti-Japanese American critics in the continental U.S. and resulted in easing of restrictions and the eventual release of the 120,000-strong community well before the end of World War II. In Hawaii, the veterans were welcomed home as heroes by a grateful community that had supported them through those trying times. However, the unit's exemplary service and many decorations did not change the attitudes of the general population in the continental U.S. to people of Japanese ancestry after World War II. Veterans were welcomed home by signs that read "No Japs Allowed" and "No Japs Wanted", denied service in shops and restaurants, and had their homes and property vandalized. Anti-Japanese sentiment remained strong into the 1960s, but faded along with other once-common prejudices, even while remaining strong in certain circles. Conversely, the story of the 442nd provided a leading example of what was to become the controversial model minority stereotype. In post-war American popular slang, the phrase "going for broke" was adopted from the 442nd's unit motto "Go for Broke", which according to the 1951 film Go for Broke! was derived from the Hawaiian pidgin phrase used by craps shooters risking all their money on one roll of the dice. The 442nd RCT was inactivated in Honolulu in 1946, but reactivated in 1947 in the U.S. Army Reserve.

#us history #second world war #world war 2 #world war ii #united states #u.s infantry #military history #japanese history #unsung heroes #controversy #long post

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i-eat-bread-and-cry-on-the-floor · 4 years

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You know what they should do as IT chapter 3?

Show us the in-between years. Teen losers to young adult losers

Act 1 is chapter 1 actors, Act 2 is chapter 2 actors

Act 1:

Show us how Bills parents treat him after Georgie dies. Maybe give us a flashback of a family vacation with Georgie. Show us Bill’s growing up with PTSD. Show us one of Bill’s speech therapy sessions. Show us how Bill blames himself for both Georgie’s death and dragging his friends into the Pennywise conflict. Show us Bill calling one of the Losers late at night apologizing because he just can’t stop thinking about “one of my friends could have died and that’s my fault.”

Show us Richie’s household. Wentworth making inappropriate Dad jokes at the dinner table with Maggie rolls her eyes, yet can’t help but laugh. Show us Richie struggling with sexuality. Show us a reddie scene. Doesn’t have to be “will you be my boyfriend” but give us something that says “it’s more than friendship even if they don’t say it.”

Show us Beverly living with her aunt but going back to Derry every few months to visit her friends. Show us Beverly slowly forgetting about her friends, since she was first to move right after chapter 1. Show us Bev’s life in a new town, now having no parents. Show us MIKE AND BEV BONDING OVER NOT HAVING PARENTS AND SHARING SIMILAR STRUGGLES. Show us Bev growing out her hair and seeing how it feels. Cutting her hair, growing it out, testing the waters. Show us Bev dealing with nightmares after what she saw in the deadlights.

Show us Eddie realizing his mother has been abusing him for his entire life. Show us Eddie adapting to life without pills. Not using his inhaler for asthma panic attacks. Show us Eddie loving Richie back. Give us a scene where Eddie longs for Richie cause we don’t see that much. Show us Eddie not being able to live his own life, needing to be controlled by his mom (and soon, Sonia but that’s act 2)

Show us Mike learning about all the Derry history and Ben teaching him. Show us Mike start to fit in with the Losers since he always felt like an outcast. Show us Mike dealing with racism more than Henry Bowers bullying him. Henry bullies everyone. Show us Mike struggling in his day-to-day. Show us Mike becoming vegan/vegetarian. Show us Mike taking care of his grandfather and eventually dealing with his passing. Show us Mike dealing with HIS PARENTS’ DEATH AND HOW HE BLAMES HIMSELF JUST AS MUCH AS BILL DOES FOR GEORGIE.

Show us Ben realizing how nice it is to not be lonely. Show us Ben realizing how lonely he was and show us him clinging to his friends out of fear of being lonely again. Show us Ben studying and being proud of his work and showing his friends. Show us Ben’s struggle with being bullied about his weight. Show us Ben being so madly in love with Beverly and suffering when Bev slowly forgets him after seeing deadlights and moving away. Show us Ben hating his “H” scar. Show Ben’s lovely mother please she’s so kind in the book.

Show us Stan dealing with what he saw in deadlights (Judiths mouth) and how he was suicidal most of his life. Show us Stan being in constant fear. Show us Stan being made fun of as a Jewish kid. Show us Stan being kosher and have his friends be respectful of that and not coax “ok but you’ve NEVER had a cheeseburger/(insert non-kosher food)??” In fact, show us a scene where they get a pizza and say “look stan we got half just cheese cause we know you can’t eat pepperoni” and stan is really flattered but “i’m sorry but if it’s cooked in the same kitchen it doesn’t count” and Mike (a vegan) shrugs, “more for me!” Show us Stan also having nightmares of his friends dying. Maybe him and Bev will bond over that. Maybe he will be all alone when Bev forgets him.

Act 2:

If i’m not mistaken, Bill is the last to leave Derry. Show us Bill and Mike being best friends and not having anyone else. Show us Bill starting to write books. Show us how his friend supports him, and still teases him about the endings. Show us Bill finding Audra once he does move. Show us how him and Audra fell in love and how his career worked. Show us his insecurity about his writing.

Show us Richie having a podcast in college and starting his comedy career. Show us Richie moving away from Eddie and missing him. Show us Richie forgetting. In fact, show us EVERYONE forgetting. Show us everyone forgetting to call each other and letting the memories fade away. Show us Richie contuing to struggle with sexuality, but maybe joining a GSA on the DL and making some friends. Show us Richie’s fashion changing from graphic T-shirts and hawaiian shirts to normal adult stuff. Show us Richie trying to figure out taxes. As soon as Richie leaves Derry, show us his overwhelming urge to learn Spanish because “it doesn’t smell like caca to me señor!”

Show us Eddie getting with Myra cause he can’t bare the thought of living his own life. Or even, getting with Myra as a form of punishing himself. That’s up to artistic choice. Show us Eddie still taking placebos and avoiding foods because of his “allergies.” Show us Eddie being so confused when his mom dies because he feels free but he misses feeling controlled and that’s his mom. Show us how he repressed his sexuality as well. Show us Eddie watching Richie comedy shows because “I don’t write my own material” “I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

Show us Stanley, still suffering nightmares. Show us Stan KNOWING that if he went back 27 years later, his friends would die. Show us Stan knowing he has to kill himself and anticipating the call for 27 years. Show us how Bev forgets about him and now he has to suffer alone with the thought. Show us Stan meeting Patty. Show us when Stan and Patty went to the doctor because they couldn’t have kids. Show us a Stan birdwatching moment PLEASE.

Show us Ben getting ripped. Show us Ben getting a job in arcitecture. Show us Ben being so proud of his work. Show us Ben going to the bar often and squeezing lemon juice down his nose to drink hard vodka easier. (Book scene.) Show us his friendship with the bartender. Show us Ben looking at Bev’s yearbook autograph all the time. Show us Ben remembering Beverly and missing her so much. Show us Ben writing her poetry and then making a campfire and throwing all the poems there because the fire burns just like his heart (“January Embers my heart burns there too”)

Show us Mike talking with the seniors in Derry still. Show us Mike being so goddamn alone when all of his friends leave and he has to look at Richie succeed, Beverly and Tom’s business succeed, Ben’s arcitecture succeed, Bill’s writing succeed, and still being alone. Show us Mike looking at pictures of Florida, wishing he could live there instead of crappy Derry, Maine. Show us Mike constantly in the library, remembering when Ben would teach him the history of the town. Show us Mike being an animal advocate and definitely a feminist.

Show us Beverly getting with Tom Rogan. Show us how he abused her and show us the cigarette scene (from the book.) Show us Beverly and Tom making and selling clothes together. Show us Bev having nightmares. Show us how Bev and Tom were so in love, and then their relationship turns toxic and she has to leave him. Show us Beverly leaving him because when she does, it’s because she’s running toward something, not away. Show us Bev thinking about January Embers but not knowing where it’s from. Show us how her heart skips a beat every time she hears a stutter or reads a poem or listens to NKOTB.

End credit scene: I have a headcanon that Bill loved oragami (hence the paper boat) The end credit scene is everyone silently filing oragami in the club house. Bill, of course having a hard time because his brother is fucking dead, is comforted by six of his best friends all supporting him, filling the room with paper swans. Bill manages to finish a boat with shaky hands, tracing onto it “SS Losers.” Blackout.

#it #it chapter 1 #richie tozier #it chapter 2 #stanley uris #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #it chapter 3 #headcanons

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nemo1230 · 5 years

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Delayed flights and delayed romances

Eddie was exhausted. Suddenly being hit with tons of memories about huge part of his life that had been wiped out of this mind for 27 years, reconnecting with people that had once meant the world to him, and killing a psychopathic killer clown with said people, wasn't the easiest process mentally and physically, nor was being impaled trough the stomach and bleeding out an extreme amount of blood.

So yeah, Eddie was exhausted. It has been a month of being in intense medical care, constantly being surrounded by doctors, the white of hospital walls and the extreme sterile atmosphere. Eddie was pretty sure the smell of medicine had already soaked into his pores, since that's all he could smell these days.

Usually it was fine, being enclosed within hospital walls wasn't anything unfamiliar for him yet sometimes he knew that the shortness of breath, tears that blurred his vision and the panic rising in his mind had nothing to do with his newfound wounds. He wasn't a stranger to panic attacks. He had had them for most of his life, but only now, finally piecing together the missing parts, he understood the roots of them. Finally, after so many years of constantly feeling lost and empty, like something was always missing, but never quite being able to grasp what exactly it was, he could find the explanation to so many things in his life.

For instance, now he knew why he was married to a woman that was the exact replica of his mother. He now understood why he went such extreme lengths worrying about his health. Now, he knew why there always was an empty, hollow space in his heart that he never seemed to be able to fill no matter how hard he tried. At some point he even stopped trying. He just simply let go, continuing to live on with this void, deciding that maybe, he just simply was this way, that there really wasn't any hope for him. That he was meant to lead a meaningless, insignificant life. Also, he now understood why he never in his life felt any real attraction to his wife, nor any other woman for that matter.

But now he knew. In the heat of the moment, there hadn't been much time to entrain that thought, but spending a month in a hospital really did give a lot of time to think. Especially, spending that time with Richie. Richie, trough it all, had stayed with him. The rest of the losers, after a lot of convincing had left to continue their lives. Still, it included a lot of Skype calls multiple times a day.

Yet Richie had stayed. Richie, with his stupid jokes and weird antics that Eddie still rolled his eyes at yet couldn't stop the chuckle that usually escaped him. Richie and his stupid Hawaiian shirts that he still seemed to wear despite it being 27 years passed, Richie and his face that's still as handsome as Eddie remembers it being when they were kids. And Richie and his worried, caring and desperate expression that he sometimes caught having while watching Eddie, when he taught he wasn't looking. But Eddie was always looking. He hadn't been able to take his eyes away from him, if he had to be honest.

Which he found himself doing being while sitting next to Richie in an airport, in New York, waiting for Richie's flight to LA. Once Eddie was discharged from the hospital, Richie had insisted on coming with Eddie to New York to help him. Eddie had said that he's not a baby, and he can do shit by himself, Richie had said he knows that, but he still wants to help, to which Eddie had replied that he already has helped plenty, to which Richie then had loudly said that maybe he just wants to spend more time with Eddie. And that had shut Eddie right up. And that settled it.

Richie had helped Eddie get to his home, patiently waiting outside when Eddie had gone into his house, feeling like he was willingly accepting a death sentence, to tell Myra that he wants a divorce, calmed him down in the car, and then offered Eddie to just come with him to LA. Eddie had said that he needs to think about it.

He did need to think about it indeed, because even though he had finally accepted that he was, in fact, desperately in love with Richie, he didn't want to just throw himself in this whole relationship thing. First, he had to finalize his divorce, because even though his wife was just his childhood trauma making him subconsciously seek out the very same things that had hurt him in the first place as well a result of years of trying to repress his sexuality, by law she still was his wife, so any romantic intercourses with other people would still be cheating. Then, he would probably need to find a job. And a therapist.

And also there always was the slight chance that he was reading this whole thing wrong and Richie really was just being a good friend and his actions held no romantic intent. Oh lord, Eddie really hoped that wasn't the case.

But yeah, anyway. Eddie was exhausted. He was ready to fall into a bed and sleep for days, even though that's pretty much all he's done this past month.

Richie's flights boarding was supposed to start in about 10 minutes when trough the speaker they heard a monotone voice announcing that flight number 232 Air LA to Los Angeles International airport from New York JFK, is delayed by 5 hours.

"For fucks sake, really?!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Yeah, now Eddie was exhausted and pissed. Five fucking hours? Well, technically, it wasn't his flight, he could leave any time he wanted, but well, the thing was, he didn't. He promised Richie to see him off, and he was determined to keep his promise. He didn't really know why to be fair, Richie wouldn't be angry, he even tried to convince Eddie to go home, or rather the small temporary apartment that he had rented, to rest, but he had refused. Something held him back. Something told him to stay, so he did.

They had fallen into silence after the first hour, both tired and perhaps, for the first time, they were in new territory. A still, simple moment between just the two of them, with nothing to hold them back, besides their own fears. Of course, they had been alone together plenty this last month but never really like this. Before, there always was something bigger standing in the way. Returning to Derry, Pennywise, in the hospital, Eddie’s horrible state, going to New York, Eddie's nerves about having to talk to Myra. But now? Nothing stood between them, except the obstacles they put there themselves.

They were sitting side by side, knees touching and that for some stupid reason made Eddie’s cheeks heat. What, was he in high school? Jesus.

Richie was looking at something in his phone and Eddie was reading a newspaper. Not actually reading though, because he really couldn't concentrate with Richie being this close.

The atmosphere was strained and stiff. It was like there was something both of them wanted to say, but the words were trapped between them, never being able to move forward.

He was used to feeling tense around Myra all the time, but back then, it didn't matter. It didn't matter that there were things left unsaid, it didn't matter that he, while marrying his wife, had wondered what it was like to hold another man's hand.

But now it did matter. At least to him. And a small voice inside of him told him that it did to Richie as well.

Overcome with sudden recklessness, he decided that maybe he actually could say something. He cleared his throat. Okay. He could do this. Richie won't judge you. He might laugh a bit, but then it's fine, you can write it off as joke. It's fine.

"Richie..." He started, but my found himself unable to continue.

"Mm?" Richie mumbled, not looking away from his phone.

Maybe that's better, that he's not looking at me, Eddie thought. Eye contact always makes everything way more real.

"I.. I am, would you, that it is to say, well-"

"Dude, is Bill's stutter now contagious? Just spit it out." Richie had now paused the game he was playing and was locking his phone and finally looking at Eddie.

Eddie swallowed and mentally cursed himself. He was a 40 year old man, perfectly fine with delivering bad news to people, he was a risk analyst for god's sake, yet here he was, stuttering and not being able to even word the things he wanted to say properly. Richie was now raising an eyebrow at him, question in his eyes. "Wanna go fuck around in the shops? I'm bored out of my god dammed mind." For fucks sake.

Richie snorted, "That's what got you stuttering so hard? Eds, you secretly have a phobia of shops that you want to overcome or something? Because you have come to the right man, my dear fellow, I will show you the deep dark depths that those poor airport shops carry." He exclaimed, getting up from the uncomfortable, squeaky airport chair and taking his only luggage - quite old looking vans backpack.

Eddie shook his head, partly at Richie's theatrics and partly at himself. He could have just said something. But then again, at least, now, if Richie really hadn't been desperately in love with him since their childhood, or at least since meeting again in Derry, then they wouldn't have to spend 4 more hours in an awkward silence, or worse, Richie being accepting of him, yet gently turning him down and saying he loves him as a friend. That would be the end of Eddie Kaspbrack.

They walked through every possible shop the airport had where they were allowed to go, Richie picking up every weird object and making a stupid joke about it. Eddie joined in too.

When, 2 hours later they exited the last shop, each carrying a few bags of completely useless items, Eddie found himself panicking again. They had 2 more hours now. Perhaps he should stick to his initial plan, which is keep his mouth shut. Maybe it was better this way. And he had already made a mental list of all the benefits that would bring. His sanity however, was not one of them.

"Wanna grab something to eat, spaghetti man?" Richie's voice interrupted Eddie's inner struggles.

"Fuck you, asshole, I swear to god if you keep calling me that-"

"Spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti-"

"SHUT UP!"

They kept bickering as they reached a nearby McDonald's. While Eddie could cite reason by reason why eating there was bad for your health, he was rather hungry, and well, to be fair, a burger did sound quite good just then, after a month of eating incredibly flavorless hospital food that tasted more like cardboard than anything, really.

He ordered a BigMac and even with Richie's teasing about the irony of the word 'big' and whatnot, it was worth it, since he at least finally could actually taste the food after thinking that his taste buds really had died.

They ended up spending there almost 2 hours and would have spent more if it weren't for the security guard that had thrown them out after they had starting throwing fries at each other and Richie accidently hitting another costumer. Eddie hadn't had this much fun since their childhood.

As Eddie finished wiping his tears from laughing too much, he checked his phone for the time and his eyes widened as he realized Richie's flight was supposed to take off in 20 minutes.

"Shit, Richie your flight, we gotta run!" He exclaimed, grabbing Richie's shoulder and shaking him.

Richie cursed as well and they stared running to Richie's boarding place, bumping into other people and laughing like teenagers once again, at their reactions.

With a little searching they found Richie's terminal soon enough and suddenly were faced with the fact that they had to separate.

Richie leaned down and put his arms around Eddie, hugging him tight. Eddie immediately wrapped his own arms around Richie, placing his head on his shoulder.

This was it then. Richie was leaving and it was fine, Eddie was perfectly fine with that. He already had made up his mind, earlier that was very foolish of him to even think of confessing and ruining everything they had rebuilt in the past month from the ashes that the missed years had created.

Richie took a deep breath and then let Eddie go. "Bye, then, Eds." he said, and perhaps Eddie would have heard the sadness tainting his voice, if he hadn't been so desperately trying to convince himself and he is, in fact, fine with all of this, and no, he does not want to go with Richie to LA. Why would you think that? Absurd.

"Bye, Rich." Eddie forced a smile and watched as Richie stepped backwards, still looking Eddie in the eyes, as if waiting for Eddie to say something else. What was there to say? There really wasn't. Nothing at all.

Finally, reaching the lady who checks boarding passes he nodded at Eddie one last time, before turning around and taking out his ticket and passport.

Eddie stood there, frozen, his mind blank. Something wasn't right. Something was missing. He felt like he was standing on an edge, the way forward was foreign. The way back was familiar, fell walked in but it didn't feel right. Yes, he had been on this road all his life, yes he was existing but.. it didn't feel like...

Richie was putting his backpack on the security gates, putting his phone down.

"Attention passengers on Air LA flight 232 to Los Angeles. This is the final boarding call. All passangers, please proceed to gate 3 immediatelly. Boarding will end in approximately 15 minutes time. I repeat. This is the final boarding call, boarding will end in 15 minutes. Thank you. "

There was no way. No fucking way.

Richie was on his way to take back his backpack.

For fucks sake. There goes Eddie's well crafted, perfectly structured plan right out of the window.

He took a step forward, leaving behind the world he had known for 27 years, letting it crumble to pieces.

He took a step into the unknown, felt the blood rush in his veins, ringing in his ears.

... It didn't feel like he had been truly alive. And dear god and all heavens above, he wanted to live.

"Richie!" He screamed on the top of his lungs, making several heads of other passengers turn in his direction.

Richie, startled, turned back. "Eddie?" As he saw Eddie running in his direction, he rushed towards him as well.

Somewhere in the distance the security could be heard saying 'sir your what about your luggage’, but none of them heard.

They met in the middle, stopping only inches apart from each other, looking into each other’s eyes, both holding a deep desperation that maybe, finally, none of them could write off as anything else than what it actually was.

"I've got to say something to you," Eddie breathed, voice a bit shaky, his hands trembled and he had trouble deciding where exactly to put them.

"I think I've got something to say to you as well, but you can start." Richie replied; his voice held the very same breathlessness as Eddie.

"I.. Fuck! I'm in love you, have been since our fucking childhood, and I actually do want to go to LA with you." He finally rushed out in one breath, heart beating right out of his chest.

Eddie could see the exact moment when the words his Richie like cold water. His eyes widened, and while he perhaps, already had expected Eddie to say something along those lines, actually hearing them out loud shook him down to the very core.

"Looks like your mom and I will have to call it quits because I am too far gone for her son," Eddie rolled his eyes, Richie didn't pay any mind and continued, "I am in love with you too, Eds. And have been since our childhood as well. Well look at us, two dumbass, we could have had this-"

"Richie, I'd love to talk about this literally any another time, but right now you've got a flight that's leaving in approximately 9 minutes, so can I please kiss the shit out of you, so you can get on the plane?" Eddie interrupted Richie hurriedly.

Richie didn't seem to mind as he exclaimed rather loudly, "Oh god, fuck yes, of course you can."

Eddie immediately threw himself at Richie, smashing their lips together. Eddie seemed to have lost any self control by the entrance of the airport, as he kissed hard, not holding back whatsoever. Richie put his hands around Eddie's neck, pulling him closer, while Eddie put his around his waist, doing just the same.

Thread by thread fell apart any hesitation between them; they kissed with burning passion, breaking down all and every degrees of separation between them, years’ worth of longing clearly doing their part.

They recurrently pulled apart and panted into each others mouths, foreheads pressed tightly together. Eddie felt like maybe he had actually died and gone to heaven or something.

As Eddie willed to calm his emotions, which were going off charts at the moment, he stepped back slightly, to look Richie in the eyes. He took his face in his hands and smiled as he saw that Richie seemed to be on the same level of being absolutely wrecked, as he was.

As Eddie was about to open his mouth, to remind Richie to get in the fucking plane finally, Richie, as if reading his mind rushed to say, "Maybe I could stay? And we would fly together later? It's not like I've got anything important waiting for me there." He bit his lip, and looked at Eddie with pleading eyes.

As much as Eddie would have wanted that, he knew he had to have some time to actually get his shit together and he didn't want to put all that on Richie's shoulders. He wanted to get back on track on his own. Just with Richie by his side. Eddie smiled a small smile and signed, "Rich, you gotta go. You've already got a ticket, and I need to sort some shit out here as well. But don't you dare to worry; as soon as everything's done you bet your ass I'm going to be on the first plane over to you."

Richie looked like he wanted to argue, but then signed as well and nodded. “We better talk on the phone every single day, because fuck, if I don't hear your voice, I might go insane."

"Of course. I think it’s the same for me.” Eddie then pecked Richie on the lips and then pushed him forward, "Now go! This flight already got delayed enough; don't want to wait for the next one."

Richie stepped back and pecked Eddie multiple times until Eddie pushed him again and said a very warning "Richie".

Richie then finally made his way back inside the terminal, where a very intrigued security guard and the ticket check out lady were sitting, and upon noticing Richie returning, quickly pretended to not have seen the very dramatic love confession just now.

However, Eddie did see the small smile and wink that the lady directed at him, and he, now for tor the first time, thought about the fact that two dudes had just made out in the middle of the airport, and nobody had even really paid much mind to it. It filled him with incredibly euphoric feeling and he smiled back at the lady and then watched as Richie very hurriedly took his stuff and after blowing Eddie one last kiss, ran to his plane.

A little later, while sitting in a taxi back to his apartment, he got a text from Richie - 'made it to the plane. Missing u already xxx' and then a second one - 'cant wait to see ur dick ;)'

Eddie smiled to himself. Finally, after years in the darkness, he could see a bright future ahead of him. He couldn't wait to get to it.

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier #reddie fic #IT movie #it chapter two #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2019 #it 2017 #the clown movie #typical airport love confessions?#typical airport love confessions #nemo writes

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tim-wayne-bird-brain · 4 years

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1 - 101. All of them.

this is my present to you anon

1. What is your middle name?

jackson (because my dad’s name was jack - jack’s son)

2. How old are you?

3. When is your birthday?

today! july 19

4. What is your zodiac sign?

cancer

5. What is your favorite color?

red

6. What’s your lucky number?

7. Do you have any pets?

already answered this one! but yes

8. Where are you from?

gotham, nj

9. How tall are you?

5′5″

10. What shoe size are you?

weird question but a men’s 8

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

more than 10

12. What was your last dream about?

it was an epic space fantasy that took a weird turn. no i will not elaborate

13. What talents do you have?

i can sleep with my eyes open and skateboard pretty well. not at the same time though

14. Are you psychic in any way?

definitely not

15. Favorite song?

21 guns - green day

16. Favorite movie?

i actually really love wall-e

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

someone strong and funny and kind who’s willing to try new things. i think i’ve found that in steph

18. Do you want children?

yeah, but not for a long time

19. Do you want a church wedding?

i’m jewish, so no

20. Are you religious?

nope! i’m an atheist, but i celebrate holidays with the rest of my family

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

many times for many reasons

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

answered this already, but no

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

yeah! my dad technically is one?

24. Baths or showers?

showers

25. What color socks are you wearing?

not wearing socks

26. Have you ever been famous?

i think i am? someone else tell me

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

again i think i am? but not really, the paparazzi suck

28. What type of music do you like?

punk and alt rock

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

no, i’m a good noodle

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

two

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

on my back or on my side

32. How big is your house?

very big. too big honestly

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

whatever alfred makes, i’m not picky

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

yes! i hated it

35. Have you ever tried archery?

yes! hated it it less than the gun

36. Favorite clean word?

glossopyrosis

37. Favorite swear word?

fuck

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

72 hours

39. Do you have any scars?

yeah, a lot actually. biggest is from getting my spleen removed

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

a few actually

41. Are you a good liar?

yeah but don’t tell anyone

42. Are you a good judge of character?

answered this, yes

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

a few! i think they’re pretty okay

44. Do you have a strong accent?

i don’t think so?

45. What is your favorite accent?

i don’t think i have one?

46. What is your personality type?

intp

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

probably one of the suits

48. Can you curl your tongue?

yeah a little

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

50. Left or right handed?

right

51. Are you scared of spiders?

yes

52. Favorite food?

hawaiian pizza

53. Favorite foreign food?

croque monsieur

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

organized but messy

55. Most used phrase?

“that’s not ideal”

56. Most used word?

“oh”

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

on a normal day, like 20 min

58. Do you have much of an ego?

yeah tbh. i try to keep it under wraps

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

oooo risque question. both ;)

60. Do you talk to yourself?

yeah a lot actually. more when i was younger than now

61. Do you sing to yourself?

i’ll hum but not sing

62. Are you a good singer?

i’m incredibly mediocre

63. Biggest Fear?

abandonment :)

64. Are you a gossip?

nope

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

idk i thought knives out was pretty good

66. Do you like long or short hair?

i prefer having long-ish hair

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

yeah, i just sing the song

68. Favorite school subject?

comp sci

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

introvert. very much an introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

yeah, not my thing

71. What makes you nervous?

a lot, i have anxiety

72. Are you scared of the dark?

nope!

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

sometimes? Depends on the mistake

74. Are you ticklish?

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

… perhaps

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

yeah, a lot actually. mostly with school and work and stuff

77. Have you ever drank underage?

nope

78. Have you ever done drugs?

nope x2

79. Who was your first real crush?

my first girlfriend! i’m going to keep her name private but she was great

80. How many piercings do you have?

0 but i want some

81. Can you roll your Rs?

yup

82. How fast can you type?

like 70 wpm

83. How fast can you run?

pretty fast? i’m not crazy strong but i’m quick

84. What color is your hair?

right now it’s blue, but it’s naturally black

85. What color is your eyes?

also blue

86. What are you allergic to?

nothing

87. Do you keep a journal?

yeah! it’s all recordings tho

88. What do your parents do?

they were business execs and amateur anthroplogists. my step-mom was a physical therapist. b runs wayne enterprises. pam and selina are… can i even say their jobs? and harleen is starting a youth center

89. Do you like your age?

i guess? I kinda feel like i’ve always been 16/17

90. What makes you angry?

a lot actually. mostly people hurting my family

91. Do you like your own name?

it’s fine? it’s my surname i don’t like

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

i answered this already :)

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

anything, i just want to be a good dad (again, when i’m older)

94. What are your strengths?

i’m smart, passionate, and loyal.

95. What are your weaknesses?

i’m stubborn and more than a little insecure

96. How did you get your name?

timothy was my great-grandfather’s name

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

i don’t think so?

98. Do you have any scars?

this was question 39

99. Color of your bedspread?

blue with stars

100. Color of your room?

really pale blue

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moonlightstars16 · 4 years

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“Code Pink”

30 Days Connverse Challenge

Day 27 ~ Pets

AN: Okay, I have to say this now. I might've mentioned this before but I will state again. I love Pineapple pizza! I love the Hawaiian pizza! Okay? It's just who I am! I also dip pizza in ranch. It's not like I put pepper on my ice cream here. I won't shame you for your tastes don't shame me for mine and we be cool.

Most people get a fish for a pet, maybe a dog, maybe a cat..... Well Connie's best friend turned boyfriend gets a huge lion. Not just any lion, a pink lion. And if that wasn't enough he had a magic mane and roar that can transport anyone to another dimension. Also a connecting portal to Lars's head which is also pink..... Yes this strange animal belonged to the hybrid boy Steven Universe. Although who else would care for him like he would? Besides herself of course.

Lion became a coping companion while she had her 'fight' with Steven. After he came back from surrendering himself to HomeWorld. Connie was sure this sweet "King of the Beasts" would stick by Steven and not herself. But it was apparent that Lion also was on Connie's side for the entire ordeal. He was a wonderful friend and helped her so much. At first she had to hide him in the garage after a stern-turned-compassionate conversation with her mom.

Whenever she was upset about possibly loosing Steven as a friend, she turned to him for comfort. His soft mane was soon damp in some areas with her tears. However his fur dried quickly. His muzzle and head reached to the side and laid against her upper back and shoulder in the best hug he could give. At times she would sleep by her side whenever the nightmares came. And followed her everywhere. Especially to Kevin's party. Not once leaving her side.

After they made up, Lion became both of their companions and loyal friend. More so for Connie since she only had her sword skills compared to the rest of the Crystal Gems and her boyfriend. She rode him like a horse and Lion would stay close to her side during battle. Yes he was the pinnacle of a loyal friend.

Nowadays he lazed around and took a lot of naps, enjoying not being in combat. Every once and a while he nudged against their hands for petting. Sometimes a belly rub. One evening Steven was on his knees as Lion did his satisfying purr while on his back. Loving the rubs on his tummy. Steven rubbed and gently scratched through his fur playing with him and laughing.

Lion was also a sort of support animal ever since he got therapy. In fact it was good because ever since Connie was in cram school, he became more attached to the teen. But that was rare since at the time he was running the gem school as well.

But most of the time, Lion kept to himself, going on walks and transporting between dimensions. Chasing the butterflies and having a great time. While driving to the store the couple would sometimes find the large cat walking around nudging a can before disappearing between buildings. It was odd yet somewhat amusing.

Standing up from the floor, Steven stretched and walked over to the kitchen. sliding his arms around his beloved's waist and resting his head on her shoulder. Watching as she stirred the spaghetti noodles and the sauce in the sauce pan.

"You know I can give you one right now." He purred whispering in her ear as he gently caressed her middle. Connie moaned with her mouth closed and trying hard not to smile so much. Keeping her focus on the cooking.

"Do you want to eat dinner? Or shall you starve?"

"Either way, tonight I'll be tasting a sweet dessert." Moving under her shirt he roamed all over her bare skin. Teasing her breasts as he brushed passed her bra.

"Oh-...really." She let out another moan. The grip on the spoon handle lightening. "What makes you think you are?" Speaking quickly between gasps of pleasure. Feeling his lips all around her face and neck.

"Well because" Another kiss on her cheek "I will be having..." on her neck "...you." Pressing his lips and biting her earlobe as she inhaled sharply. Feeling his hands push past her shorts, teasing her laced blue panties. Squeezing her bare bum. She let go of the spoon ow floating in the water as her hands reached behind to grip his.

"Please..." She begged as he let go and turned her around to give her another full kiss on the lips. Deep and passionate. Their tongues molding into one as their lips parted. Both gripping onto each others clothes. Suddenly a loud growl from the living room snapped them both out of it. Just in time for Connie to not burn the sauce and drain out the water from the noodles. The steam was so much and so hot that she groaned in displeasure from feeling it on her face. Steven was behind her, oven mitt in hand as he fanned away the steam for her to see the strainer.

"You okay?"

"Yeah just a bit too hot, Thank you Lion!" She called out turning her attention on the sitting pink ball of fur.

"Seems to me that Lion wants us to eat." Steven laughed while scratching the back of his head.

"Oh so you don't want me for dessert later?" Connie teased putting the sauce and noodles together. Adding the cooked meatballs as well. Setting it down on the counter as she was instantly pulled by Steven.

"Now what makes you think I can't do both?" He teased kissing her neck as she squealed and moaned running her hands through his hair.

"Oh Steven you- WAIT LION NO!" She reached out but it was too late, Lion had licked away all the food into his mouth. Licking his lips from the extra sauce before walking back to the center of the room and laying down leaving both Jam Buds dumbfounded. Steven reaching for his phone.

"Pizza?"

"Pizza..." She nodded neither of them looking away from the mess as he speed-dialed 'Fish Stew Pizza'.

"Hello, this is 'Fish-Stew Pizza' what can I get for you?"

"Kiki? Hi we need the Code Pink special."

"Lion got your food again huh?"

"He licked the plate clean in one swipe.... How?" Connie whispered in exasperation enough for Kiki to hear.

"Ah so it's that bad. Mind if I throw in some cinnamon buns for you?"

"That would be great, thanks." Sending in the money to pay through on the app(which took awhile for the small city to get but thanks to Jenny it was no problem.) he put away the phone and sighed.

"So.... I think we need to not be so clingy while we make dinner when he's here."

"Agreed... Well it's a good thing I also have ice cream plus many toppings for it."

"Kiki is throwing in cinnamon buns in our order."

"Good, we'll need it too." After a few moments of silence both bursted out laughing so hard, they fell to the floor. Neither one catching there breaths for a couple of minutes. Half and hour later Kiki arrived with the large package and was on her way back with the deliveries. Three Pizza's Cheese, Pepperoni and Pineapple. A box of cheesy bread, a bowl of Caesar salad and for extra, a box of cinnamon rolls. After awhile they were sitting and watching a movie with Lion at there feet and ice cream in their laps with a cinnamon roll to the side.

The rest of the food locked away in the highest shelf of the cabinet and fridge.

#30 days connverse challenge #30 day connverse challenge #30 day writing challenge #connverse #connie maheswaran #steven universe #steven universe future #pink lion #steven and connie #stevenxconnie #day 27

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