#Paul Stanley is too fucking cute

[spacedoutman]

This is one of the cutest pictures of Paul I’ve ever seen I swear to god. This man is adorable 💕🥹

Now time to send it to my family group chat without context

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Here is Part 2❤️

Part 1

Libra

Dates: September 23 - October 22

Sign: ♎️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Avril Lavinge, John Lennon, Marina Diamandis, Mitski, The Boss(Bruce Springsteen), Jim Root, Eddie Clarke, TOMMY LEE!!!, Ethan Torchio and Flea.

What I think of you: Sweethearts. Never met a Libra that I hate! Look at all the fucking amazing musicians! Love you All❤️

Why I chose the picture: I love butterflies and they’re calming. Just like Libras🫶🏻

Scorpio

Dates: October 23 - November 21

Sign: ♏️

Musicians with the same zodiac: SZA, Jeff Buckley, MICHAEL CLIFFORD❤️❤️, KIRK HAMMET❤️❤️, Mick Thomson, Travis Barker, Chad Smith and Robert Trujillo.

What I think of you: Cool, hardcore, badass sweethearts❤️ Proved by the people above!

Why I chose the picture: pretty but dangerous.

Sagittarius

Dates: November 22 - December 21

Sign: ♐️

Musicians with the same zodiac: TAYLOR SWIFT❤️❤️, OZZY FUCKING OSBOURNE!❤️, COREY TAYLOR❤️, JIMI HENDRIX❤️ and NIKKI SIXX(AHSHHDNFBF)❤️❤️

What I think of you: not met too many so I’m gonna base it off the musicians so, I fucking love you❤️🫶🏻

Why I chose the picture: it’s your sign & I feel like it also fits

Capricorn

Dates: December 22 - January 19

Sign: ♑️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Elvis Presley, Dolly Parton, DAVID BOWIE❤️, Alex Turner, Marilyn Manson, DAVID ERIC GROHL❤️❤️!!!, Jonathan Davis, LEWIS FUCKING HAMILTON(F1)💜 and LARS ULRICH❤️.

What I think of you: Iconic. My dad is a Capricorn and I’m a daddy’s girl so that helps youse a bit😂

Why I chose the picture: free, calm people.

Aquarius(MEEE!!)

Dates: January 20 - February 18

Sign: ♒️

Musicians with the same zodiac: AXL ROSE❤️❤️, DUFF MCKAGAN❤️❤️, STEVEN ADLER❤️❤️❤️, TOM KEIFER❤️❤️, THE WEEKND❤️, Shakira(my b-day twin!!), BOB MARLEY❤️, BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG❤️, Lisa Marie Presley, CALUM HOOD❤️❤️❤️, CLIFF BURTON❤️, Eddie Van Halen, Paul Stanley TAYLOR HAWKINS(rip ml)❤️❤️ and VINCE NEIL❤️❤️.

What I think of you: We’re iconic! And amazing. I’m not bias, we’re fucking cool. I love how 3/5 gnr members are Aquariuses

Why I chose the picture: cool, calm and collected like us

Pisces

Dates: February 19 - March 20

Sign: ♓️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Rihanna, KURT COBAIN❤️❤️, JON BON JOVI❤️❤️and George Harrison.

What I think of you: My best friend is a Pisces and she’s a literal angel and the reason I’m still here🫶🏻 so, you’re all really nice and kind. Proof by Kurt❤️

Why I chose the picture: cute like you all.(I also love llamas😂).

[oopsislipped]

Nightmare Time Episode 3 Liveblog

Jane's a Car

DYLAAAN

cOuNtrYyyy rOaaadS tAaaaKe mE hOooOoome

THE MASK AWWW

LEX IS BACK

E T H A N

haha ethan don't die haha no seriously please don't die

tim!!

Mariah's coraline background

:((

"but you are intimate,, that's what uncle paul says" so many things about these lines

"I'm just proud of you, dad"

the tim content. excellent marvelous outstanding perfect

I WANT TO DRAW JACQUELINE WHY CAN'T I DRAW

becky knows what's going on about scigths

I can hardly bring myself to hate a person and much less to wish death upon them, it doesn't please me in any sort of way. even so fuck stanley good for becky

"if anything happened to my boy ethan-" I need a minute

OH SHIT IT'S JANE

ohno ohno.

this is way too suspicious

is this Christine (1983)

greenpeace girl!!

WHAT'S HAPPENING

"dammit jane we should've gone for linda instead"

"you may be a car but you're still my wife"

WHAT IS THIS DJAJSKSKS

my brother heard me laugh from the kitchen i'm-

oh wait fuck no

this is not jane I know

"I'm not stupid Tom, I'm a c a r"

oh no

"a" - becky barnes probably

NOOO

it's jane isn't it.

yeah

...so jane was actually evil

I won't get used to this

The Witch in the Web

kendall's voice is so beautiful,,

fuck pamela foster ♡♡♡

curt is back everybody!

...what is happening

hannah having a map of california in her room,,

WEBBY'S GONE???

LEX IS IN JAIL???

the lord's??? in black??? are webby's??? brothers???

tree people,,

JAMES AKSJWJSJS

JAMES???

wait wasn't 1824 when hatchetfield was founded

...willabella muckwab.

NOOO HANNAH

"kiIiIiiiLll hEEeEeeeerrr" - mariah rose faith

I just realized I have been pronouncing "lever" wrong this whole time

ms. holloway and hannah's dynamic is so cool

w h a t

w h a t

F U C K

WIGGLY

WAIT IS THE SKELETON GENERAL MCNAMARA

oh no it's the denim demon

the fact that we can't see the apple joey's holding until he takes a bite out of it makes it seems like he summoned it and that's nice

WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN "HALF THE TIME"

nicks little "boom" reblog if you agree /j

oh no

hannah get away that's not lex

aww spot you're so cute if only you were real

OH SO THE HIVE CAME FROM ONE OF THE LORDS IN BLACK

NOOO

GO HANNAH

"ajsbwmwjsjabsizmdhsisjks" - willabella muckwab

the magic hat!!

happy ending!! woo!!

ok I loved this one

[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Upcoming Fics That I’m Working On:

If it has a line through it, it’s been completed!

Guns N Roses:

Axl Rose NSFW alphabet

Duff McKagan NSFW alphabet

Slash Hudson NSFW alphabet

Izzy Stradlin x Reader smut fic: He gets turned on when you eat a popsicle in front of him.

Older!Axl Rose x Reader smut fic: You’re his younger girlfriend, and the media is saying a lot of awful things that make Axl feel insecure, so you show him that you love him for who he is, no matter what the paparazzi wants to say about it.

Duff McKagan x Reader smut: size kink.

Slash Hudson x Reader(no smut): You and Slash are a laid back couple, and you accidentally forget about Valentine’s Day, so Axl plans a fancy double date for the two of you, and for him and Stephanie.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader x Axl Rose threesome smut fic: Axl’s been flirting with you and teasing Izzy about possibly stealing you from him for the entirety of the tour, so Izzy fucks you senseless in front of Axl to show him who you belong to(also, Axl joins in towards the end.)

Steven Adler x Reader Hurt/Comfort Smut fic: After Steven finds out that his girlfriend cheated on him with Axl, and that it’s been recorded for a song, he’s hurt. So, he comes to you for comfort.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Hurt/Comfort and Angry Smut fic: Izzy can usually put up with Axl’s outbursts. But when Axl decided to turn his anger on you, that’s when Izzy’s had enough.

Axl Rose x Reader Hurt/Comfort fic: An argument with Axl turns into him confiding in you about his childhood abuse as you hold him in your arms.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut fic: Stephanie wants Axl to go on a date with her, but the tables for two always take forever, so they decide to make it a double date. How? By setting Izzy up on a blind date with one of Stephanie’s friends, AKA you. Izzy’s less than excited, until he sees how hot you are. Maybe the night won’t be a waste, after all.

Older Axl Rose x Assistant!Reader Smut: You’re Axl’s younger assistant, helping him out backstage. But this day isn’t like most others; Axl’s got a little problem, and it definitely requires your help, but it might be a little above your pay grade. (Hint: the problem requires you to do some work on your knees.)

Older! Slash Hudson x Younger!Reader Smut fic: You’re Richard Fortus’s 20-something niece who he brings with him backstage one night to introduce to his bandmates, including the famous Slash. Unbeknownst to him, you and Slash instantly like each other, and begin dating despite the large age difference. It’s a great relationship; the only issue is making sure Richard doesn’t find out.

Slash x Reader Song fic: Based off the song “Do I Wanna Know” by Artic Monkeys; Slash meets the reader at a bar one night and is instantly taken by her; he begins to come see her there every night, even though he knows that it will probably never go anywhere(or will it? You gotta read to find out!)

Older! Duff McKagan x Reader blurb: watching art restoration videos in bed while eating takeout.

Slash Hudson x Reader angst-fluff fic: During a heated argument, Slash says something to you that he shouldn’t have. You get angry and try to leave, but Slash can’t lose you.

Duff McKagan x Reader fluff fic: You and Duff adopt a pig together!!! :)

Duff McKagan x Reader x Steven Adler Smut fic: You and Duff have been together for a long time now, and he finally works up the courage to ask you-will you have a threesome with him and his best friend, Steven? Obviously, the answer is yes, but how will it go?

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Fluff: You meet Izzy after he becomes sober.

Older! Insecure! Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: Izzy’s feeling insecure about his age and the age gap between you and him, so you decide to cheer him up ;)

Duff McKagan x Reader Smut: Duff walls in on you looking at porn magazines, and wants to join in. Stuff goes down.

Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: You’re Slash’s daughter, and you’re having a secret relationship with Axl. Slash catches the two of you having sex.

Izzy Stradlin x Reader Smut: You and Izzy are two close friends. You’re tired of being a virgin, and you just want to get the first time having sex over with, so he decides to help you out.

Sub! Steven Adler x Femdom! Reader Smut: A self-indulgent fic of mine where Steven finally agrees to let you dominant him in bed. This was literally just an excuse for me to write Steven being all innocent and flustered and shit, btw. I won’t include pegging in this, but I’m really close to writing a pegging fic. This will have degrading, praising, bondage, and basically just you babying the fuck outta Steven while he acts all innocent and confused.

Sub! Steven x Femdom! Reader Smut: Steven likes sitting in your lap, and you like embarrassing him in front of his bandmates. So, when he’s sitting in your lap at a band practice and gets hard, you naturally decide to have a little bit of fun.

Current! Steven Adler x Younger!Reader Fluff and Smut: You’re a younger, famous singer who Steven falls in love with. He decides not to tell you, out of fear that you couldn’t possibly feel the same way, but he actually couldn’t be more wrong.

Current! Axl Rose x Daughter! Reader Fluff: Axl discovers that he has a long-lost daughter who’s been living in a group home, and decides that he has meet her.

Current! Axl Rose x Reader Smut: As was requested, this is an absolutely dirty fic; spit kink, choking, daddy kink, etc. Axl shows zero mercy, and it’s very sexy.

Mötley Crüe

Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: overstimulation kink.

Mick Mars x Reader Smut fic: You write him a love letter before every concert, just to boost his self esteem. This time, however, you’ve got a surprise; the letter isn’t as innocent as usual(basically, you sext him through a letter, and he has to read it in front of his bandmates.)

Oblivious!Tommy Lee x Reader Smut: You’re really horny, but Tommy, being his energetic and slightly ditzy self, doesn’t seem to be getting the hints. Guess you’ll have to show him in a hands-on way.

Mick Mars x Reader Fluff fic: Mick’s back is hurting him, so you give him a nice back massage.

Tommy Lee x Reader Smut fic: You and Tommy are a hedonistic couple with one goal: experience as much pleasure as possible without dying. Your relationship is sex, drugs, and alcohol, and that doesn’t change tonight: the two of you go to a party, get high in a broom closet, and explore each other’s bodies.

Tommy Lee Prompt Fic: “Wow, do you want subtlety to go with that makeup look? Because you don’t have any.”

Nikk Sixx Prompt Fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”

Mick Mars x Reader Smut Fic: You and Mick are taking a ride through town on his motorbike, when you decide to tease him, knowing he can’t do anything about it. Just wait til the two of you get home.

Vince Neil x Reader Sugar Daddy Headcanons

Nikki Sixx x Cheating!Reader Angst: A dark, angsty fic about you cheating on Nikki when he’s at his lowest point.

Tommy Lee x Reader Fluff: You buy Tommy some roses as a joke, but he turns out to love them a lot more than you expected him to.

Hanoi Rocks

Andy McCoy NSFW alphabet

Razzle Dingley x Reader Smut fic: kinky cuddles

Platonic Razzle Dingley x Reader prompt fic: “Your stamina is admirable. I wouldn’t be able to fuck ten groupies in a row and then still have the energy to get a hotdog.”

Nasty Suicide x Male!Reader Smut fic: Just sweet, fluffy smut!

All Members x Reader Smut fic: Literally just a gang-bang fic, not even gonna lie. You have sex with Michael, Razzle, Jan, Andy and Sami at the same time, and it’s basically the best experience of your life.

KISS

Eric Carr NSFW Alphabet

Ace Frehley NSFW Alphabet

Paul Stanley x Reader Headcanons-Headcanons about a gender neutral S/O who’s dealing with depression and can’t feel happy or sad.

Bruce Kulick NSFW Alphabet

Eric Carr x Reader Fluff: A cute fluffy fic about you and Eric having a beach day!

Ace Frehley x Reader Fluff: Just you and Ace cuddling and watching movies.

Marilyn Manson

Marilyn Manson NSFW Alphabet

Older!Marilyn Manson x Reader Smut: Hooking up before a concert.

John 5 x Pinup! Reader Smut: Reader looks like Dita Von Teese, and John sees her before a concert and decides to meet her.

Marilyn Manson x Reader x Ozzy Osbourne Smut fic: Threesome.

Dating Daisy Berkowitz Would Include

Daisy Berkowitz NSFW Alphabet

Dating Marilyn Manson Would Include

Daisy Berkowitz x Reader Smut/Fluff: Just you and Daisy doing couple shit, with a little bit of smut.

Twiggy Ramirez x Reader Angst: A songfic based off of the song Mechanical Animals; You and Twiggy are in a toxic relationship like in the song: he’s empty and unfeeling, you’re always angry and explosive, and the only thing keeping the two of you together is drug addiction.

Slipknot

Young Joey Jordison x Reader fic: No smut, just life on the road.

Iron Maiden

Nicko NSFW Alphabet

Ramones

Joey Ramone NSFW Alphabet

Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: An awkwardly sweet fic about you and Joey being each other’s first times.

Joey Ramone x Reader Smut: Based off of the part of my NSFW Alphabet for Joey, where I mentioned his dirty secrets, which are that he likes to be rough/give orders, and that he likes red lingerie.

Metallica

Lars NSFW Alphabet

Current! James Hetfield x Plus Size!Reader Fluff/Slight Smut: You think that no one can pick you up due to your size, so James proves you wrong.

Johnny Thunders

Dating Johnny Thunders Would Include

Johnny Thunders NSFW Alphabet

Poison

Bret Michaels NSFW Alphabet

Skid Row

Rachel Bolan NSFW Alphabet

Snake NSFW Alphabet

Dating Snake Would Include

Scotti Hill NSFW Alphabet

Rob Affuso NSFW Alphabet

Dating Scotti Hill Would Include

Dating Rob Affuso Would Include

Van Halen

Eddie Van Halen NSFW Alphabet

Ratt

Warren Demartini NSFW Alphabet

The Beatles

The Beatles x Reader Fluff/Smut: The four guys pull a prank on you, but it goes too far and they make you cry. They decide to be sweet to you to make up for it..and by sweet, I mean sweetttttt ;)))

LA Guns

Kelly Nickels NSFW Alphabet

Phil Lewis NSFW Alphabet

Kelly Nickels x Reader Smut: Just some nice smut between you and Kelly!

Machine Gun Kelly + His Band

JP Cappelletty/Rook NSFW Alphabet

Nine Inch Nails/Trent Reznor

Trent Reznor NSFW Alphabet

Dating Trent Reznor Would Include

Type O Negative

Peter Steele NSFW Alphabet

Def Leppard

Steve Clark NSFW Alphabet

Aerosmith

Joe Perry NSFW Alphabet

Rammstein

Till x British! Reader x Richard Smut: A threesome between Till, Richard and the reader; they really, really like your accent.

[richietoaster]

Review/Reaction of IT Chapter Two

Let’s just start right off the bat and let me just say that Bill Hader better get a fucking award for his performance.

Alright. Here we go y’all. im trying to stay in order with what happened but so much happened in the movie that my brain is just all over the place so excuse me while i try to form words

UNDER THE CUT CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS

• first opening scene is a fucking LOT okay like i sobbed my eyes out and it was just not cool. adrian and his boyfriend? CUTE AF. Him getting brutally beat up and then killed by Pennywise while Don just watches? NOT CUTE AF

• Mike is a precious boy and I love him so. He cares about his friends so much holy shit. they all get mad at him for lying to them tho.But he only did it to protect them. Mike knew some SHIT(tm) our boy is so smart?? I’m glad they kept to his original storyline

• Older Bill gave himself so much shit this film and i just felt so bad. like we know it isnt ur fault okay?? We know you loved your brother, stop putting yourself down. also?? him becoming protective over dean? please stop my aching heart. 

• Jessica Chastain owns my whole heart and she can kick my ass anyday. She plays Bev so well and captures young bev’s personality so well. her scene with mrs kersh was very weird. i knew the second she ran naked in the hall i’d be seeing some weird fucking shit okay 

• Jay Ryan could kick me and I would personally thank him like?? wow what a man. He immediately recognizes bev when he first sees her and im just?? im happy. so many hidden new kids on the block reference and it had me fucking rolling in my grave

• JAMES FUCKING RANSONE MY DUDE OH LORD okay listen. he gives off young eddie’s panic and chaotic energy so perfectly i felt like i was watching him as an adult, who just never grew up. I think thats what he was going for honestly. He played eddie SO FUCKING WELL 

• I’m so sad about stan. THats all you need to know okay. I’ll talk about his letter later on in this. Stan deserved better. that’s all. 

• if you are not a fan of vomit you’re not gonna enjoy richie tozier. literally any time something bad happens hes just like ah shit here we go again *vomits* and honestly? that made me laugh. like hes just like oh shit something is happening let.. let me just.. no no its fine guys ill catch up.. EHBWFIJHDFSIJ no okay but bill hader stole the fucking show. his acting was phenomenal and,, again,, i’ll add more onto that later. 

• richie scares the shit out of dean. because he thinks hes pennywise. but can you blame him? the kid just. stared at him all creepy and shit. but its so funny. the losers make fun of him bc he doesnt know his own lines from his acts and richies just like “I dont write my own material” and eddies just like “I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT” dead. goodbye.

• Young losers were still my favorite part honestly. Eddie kept bouncing that stupid ball in stan’s face in the clubhouse and i was waiting for him to get punched in the face tbh. That didn’t even seem like eddie, that was Jack’s energy bursting through the seams lmfao

• young eddie runs into a fucking box and shrieks and if that isn’t me idk ewhdfiajksjdoi 

• THE FUCKING. HAMMOCK. SCENE. okay listen to me. thats gay. hammocks are now gay. gays only. gay interacts only. the bickering between reddie had me in TEARS. eddie kept kicking at his face and just?? casually??? lays on him when richie wont move?? 

• stan’s fucking shower cap ehfdiujasdiosa and then richie being like “nobodys afraid of spiders stanley okay” and eddie slowly removes his because he cares what richie thinks more than spiders ok

• a flashback from after they defeated IT in the first move with reddie “eddie youve been gone for 24 hours your face is most likely on a milk carton by now” “shut up richie” 

• yong Richie has me weak af this whole movie, like always. just getting on Eddie’s case. HE PINES SO HARD OH Y GOD Like wow my sweet boy is so fucking in love ouch. which?? BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT??

• THE ARCADE SCENE?? he checks out the kid standing next to him and tries to get him to hang out more and then the other kid tells him to stop being weird because he’s not gay, too, and then uses the F slur. richie was just so hurt. paul bunyun scene happens after that and hes just like “I just shit my pants” and i cried. 

• pennywise screaming “lets play truth or dare, you wouldnt pick truth! you dont want them to know your secret” gave off the same energy as eddie’s leper blowjob scene from the book. same energy. do with that as you will. 

• they had some flashbacks that included pennywise and im not sure if this was before or after they had defeated IT in the first movie but i interpreted it as after and if thats the case... hes supposed to be dead. but now thinking back on it, it was probably just more scenes before they put pennywise to rest for 27 years. 

• young richie went to the kissing bridge after that and we ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THERE. fucking.. r + e :((( although we don’t see him carving the E. but reddie is canon so suck toes antis

• stephen king pretty much being like “I know u and ur endings really do suck” to bill when he comes to buy his bike was so fucking funny. it almost felt like a self insert lmfao. ALSO HIM MAKING BILL PAY 300 BUCKS FOR THE BIKE BC HE KNEW HE COULD AFFORD IT? iconic. 

• richie and eddie opening the door to the dog had me laughing. pennywise was just mocking them at that point. they’d be such good dog dads and now im sad

• i was really confused because they added part of stan’s bar mitzvah?? like it wasn’t even the same from the first movie. like they should’ve just put the deleted scene in from ch. 1 and then added that part. thats one of my very few complaints. im slowly hiding them in here. 

• henry bowers was kinda irrelevant in this honestly but thank you eddie for stabbing him and richie for killing him for trying to kill mike yall heroes 

• BEVS BLOOD SCENE ?? CORRESPONDING WITH BENS BURIED ALIVE SCENE? poetic cinema. 10/10

• the big fight really disappointed me in all honesty. but i think thats because andy said he cut so much from there. i expect it to be better with the director’s cut

• eddie saving richie and then immediately being stabbed by pennywise’s claw? IM DEPRESSED.

• “Rich! rich, i did it! i think i killed him!” Our boy was so happy with himself :( 

• eddie’s last words WERE NOT “i fucked your mom”. he was talking to richie and you can hear them talking while the rest are preparing to end pennywise. so im hoping we get that as a deleted scene. 

• richie goes back to help finish pennywise but when he goes to check on eddie.. he’s dead. ://// and bev is like “richie, come on, honey.. im sorry” and richie does not want to believe him. he grabs and hugs eddie so tight i swear i could feel that hug from the audience. 

• another thing im disappointed in and am sliding in is some of the animations? Like. fucking weird. but okay. luckily i didn’t care too much.  

• THE SOB that richie lets out when he holds eddie really hurt my fucking soul jesus christ just kill me

• the losers try cheering him up after and like. thats their friend too but you can just totally tell he’s crying in a different type of grief. THAT WAS HIS FIRST FUCKING LOVE. 

• they all remember after and thats really important to me okay

• stan writes letters and its spoken outloud while the other losers get little montages of what theyre doing with their life after the battle. Richie goes back to the kissing bridge and recarves- YES RECARVES AND YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE THE E BEFORE HE DOES- he recarves the E and while doing it, stan’s voice says “be proud of who you are” and im fucking cry ibg okay

• in the end, i give this movie a 7/10 rating. although some of the animations were weird and some of the flashbacks had pennywise in it (like hes supposed to be currently dead but ok... maybe nightmares??) the actors were PHENOMENAL and the chemistry between older richie and older eddie made me so happy. my ship is canon. but im still sad about stan and eddies death. 

• ignoring canon in 3.. 2.. 1.. now 

[its--ok--to--shine]

Watching It: Chapter 2 a Second Time

It was honestly very enlightening for me and I recommend everyone see it again to see what you pick up. This is mostly about Reddie content ~this is a long ass post~

SPOILERS AHEAD

The Reddie Dynamic:

In the first movie, they really show the affection that the two characters have towards each other by keeping them in close proximity and or they are touching. In all but three scenes of the first movie, Richie and Eddie are near each other. Even when the are looking up at Bowers in that weird hole, Eddie is literally leaning on Richie. At the jump at the quarry they are separated but interacting. I was sad they weren’t so close to one another in the second movie but I think it’s because of their repression of feelings. They jump back to the teasing but getting back to physical part of their relationship takes time. They arm wrestle and then there is no physical touching until they go back into the Neibolt house.

The Lack of Pennywise in the Background:

I loved this part of the first one and scoured the background of every scene desperately trying to see if It was in the background in Chapter 2. Like I’m paintings or other scenes. One person pointed out the painting in Beverly’s house but I didn’t see It in it. I thought that since they were back in Derry, Pennywise would be spying on them. I was like “oh it’s gotta be in the background” when Mike brings Bill to the library, but no. If anyone saw Pennywise in the background please let me know!

The Restraunt Scene:

I listened to the Reddie conversation in the background of the Bill and Bev scene and like low key you can see Richie listening and being supportive but also realistic about how it’s all in Eddie’s head. Richie has never seen him and still never sees him the way Eddie sees himself: weak

The Hammock™️ Scene:

THIS SCENE IS NOT LONG ENOUGH!!! I pray there is more in the director’s cut! Hearing “I fucked your mom” in the background was so good and sweet it made me wonder... is there another time they say that verbatum? Is Eddie saying “I fucked your mom” a call back to this scene??? Thoughts on this anyone??? Richie holding Eddie’s leg still has me 🥰

The Street Fighter Scene:

Was extremely telling the second time around.

Finn knew he was playing a gay character because during the game he completely looks at the other guys lips! It’s a very sweet moment. As another post on tumblr said, Richie was vulnerable and even felt safe with this boy. He thought the feelings were reciprocated. I think they were but Bower’s cousin was too afraid of his own feelings to accept it. Although some say Richie running away and not having a quip was uncharacteristic of him, I think he was stunned, shamed, and torn apart by what unfolded. It was as if someone stabbed him with a knife where it hurt most. He could barely comprehend it and couldn’t even deny it because he is gay and Bowers yelling “faggot” cut so deep. Also chronologically this was after the fight between Bill and Richie in the first movie before Bill goes to the archade to get Richie. In that scene Richie is playing street fighter alone which makes it really sad when you think about how after the f*ggot comment he had to play it alone :(

The Montage during Stanley’s Speech:

Richie putting his hand on Eddie’s back is adorable and Eddie does in fact pull him into the photo booth and they have a cute second together 🥺 I thought so the first time around but I confirmed the second time.

When Eddie said “please don’t be mad, Bill”:

Richie goes to Eddie to check on him before he is attacked by the Stanley spider head not after!!!! They don’t talk about it until the “you’re braver than you think” scene. Also the “don’t be mad, Bill” was way more heartbreaking because I rewatched the first movie and Pennywise says it as Georgie to Bill. In the book Eddie looks up to Bill. They all do since he’s the leader but idk that got me the second time around.

The doors scene:

It was Betty ripsom again!! Because she says, “where’s my shoe?” In the first movie we see her top half and then that scene we see her bottom. The closet though and her being from the waist down is again a call back to the AIDS comment Eddie makes in the first movie and both of their internalized homophobia is brought to the fore front here. Also after they slam the door Eddie yells “you told me to trust you!!!!” It’s faint but hilarious.Also Richie touching Eddies arm had me smiling like an idiot 😌

The possible kiss scene:

Although many believe the possible kiss scene is when Eddie saves Richie from the deadlights I fully believe it’s way after that. Eddie gets stabbed, rolls down that cave part, they discuss how to defeat it, Bill helps Richie movie Eddie while Ben mike and bev are being chased by it. Then Eddie says “I fucked your mom” then they go back to the other losers. It stays with that scene for a long time. Which is uncharacteristic of the whole sequence before this part. They jump back and forth between bill, Ben and Bev, and Richie and Eddie. It reminded me of the long scene in Neibolt in the first. Where we never cut to outside and come to find out later they deleted a cute scene with Beverly/Ben and Mike/Stan. When they return to Richie after the losers are beating Pennywise up, he leaves Eddie so suddenly and then rips off Pennywise’s fucking arm. The scene is right before that. They kiss and then Eddie dies clutching on to richies jacket. Richie then leaves. Which then leads to my next point-

Eddie did not die alone:

When Richie is fuming and leaves Eddie he looks like he passed away. He is clutching Richies jacket. I am hoping this is touched on in the directors cut bc although it has a dramatic effect, I hate HATE the idea that he died alone. I just don’t see how that motivates the story at all.

THAT SCENE:

I didn’t notice anything different in that scene. I just felt heartbroken once again and astounded by Bill Hader’s acting.

Other weird things I noticed the second time around:

• When It is the Paul Bunyan statue before he attacks Richie he says “Want a kiss, Richie?” Which I found both funny and fucked up.

•they cut to Richie yelling you’re a clown and I died because eddies hand is over richies!!?????

Like ya they are keeping the jacket in place but 🥺🥺🥺🥺

•all the blood goes up. Why is that? Is it because everything floats? I don’t know why but like If anyone knows lemme know

•the fact that they left Eddie there still does a number on me. I hate it

•the place where R+E is carved on the kissing bridge is shown in the first movie but the spot is blank. I think that was purposeful to not only show the Bridge but give us a timeline and like show us where it was going to be if that makes sense???

•although not at all compliant to the book, I still think Eddie should have lived and during the voiceover when Stanley says “be proud” it should have been both of them at the bridge or getting off the plan in LA together.

•the director’s attention to detail is astounding. All the things he did were INTENTIONAL!! Don’t let anyone deny it. He told James to do the little hand gesture. So the minute details we see and catch are purposeful and justify the true love that Richie and Eddie have.

Anything I missed? Thoughts? Lemme know and thanks for reading 🎈❤️

[soulwillower]

What song is 100% garunteed to get the characters u write for beyond turnt and will be sung loudly and emabarrasingly, either in public or the shower?

these are so fun omfg keep these coming!! lots of these are from my 2000′s throwback playlist haha but i did a few for each 

first off, ALL the losers go fucking ham to ‘mr brightside’ for SURE

mike hanlon just goes so hard to ‘space ghost coast to coast‘ by glass animals he also for some reason loves ‘empire state of mind’ by jay z idk man also ‘float on’ by modest mouse, ‘SWEET’ by brockhampton, and ‘stacy’s mom’ by fountains of wayne LOL

bev marsh probably will scream anything. but loves ‘genghis kahn’ by miike snow, also will lose her mind at ‘rather be’ by clean bandit, ‘paper planes’ by M.I.A. also loves ‘IPHONE’ by rico nasty!!!! GOD such a gr8 song

ben hanscom obviously loves nkotb in the movies so ‘you got it’ for SURE and ‘safe and sound’ by capital cities, ‘it’s gonna be me’ by NSYNC, ‘my body’ by young the giant, and 'jessie’s girl’ by rick springfield

eddie kaspbrak will go so hard to pat benatar’s ‘we belong’ especially when bev sings with him. also goes surprisingly hard for ‘sweatpants’ by childish gambino, and loves ‘stacy’s mom’ just as much as mike (if not more). probably knows all the lines of fergalicious LOL 

stanley uris canonically loves paul anka so i say he will belt out ‘put your head on my shoulder’ any day of the week. but also ‘i would do anything for you’ by foster the people, ‘fluorescent adolescent’ by arctic monkeys and ‘i’m a believer’ by the monkees (or the smash mouth version too lol)

bill denbrough just fucking vibes with ‘take a walk’ by passion pit and also ‘what you know’ by two door cinema and ‘animal’ by neon trees tbh. also ‘all the small things’ by blink 182 FOR SURE OMG. also just like bev - ‘genghis kahn’ by miike snow

richie tozier will do this with any song tbh BUT since he canonically loves buddy holly and little richard he will belt out ‘rip it up’ and ‘you’re so square’...he’d fucking SCREAM to ‘people’ by the 1975 and also sing so loudly to ‘put your records on’ by corinne bailey rae in the middle of a shopping mall or grocery store

aiden hall i rly get ‘locked out of heaven’ by bruno mars vibes. icon by jaden also, and probably sings ‘electric love’ by borns to himself in the shower AHHHH cute!!

jacob barber really just seems like he’d love kanye’s ‘heartless’ lol and also ‘time to pretend’ by MGMT he gets stuck in his head a lot, ‘the middle’ by jimmy eat world, and ‘collard greens’ by schoolboy Q

stanley barber fucks with bloodwitch as we know so ‘gotta have soul’ and all those. would fucking SERENADE people (esp his partner) with ‘love really hurts without you’ by billie ocean. he loves ‘girls on film’ by duran duran and WILL SCREAM THE WORDS!! 

also stanley barber would 100% know all of the lyrics to WAP and i will not budge on this 

[ohblackdiamond]

little t&a (gene/paul, nc-17) (part 23 of 29)

part 1   part 2   part 3   part 4   part 5   part 6   part 7   part 8   part 9   part 10   part 11   part 12   part 13   part 14   part 15   part 16   part 17   part 18   part 19   part 20   part 21  part 22   part 23   part 24    part 25   part 26   part 27   part 28   part 29

Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter:  Paul and Gene watch T.V. and continue to delay the inevitable.

          They went home after that, stopping only to pick up some more takeout for dinner. Paul was bemoaning it a bit, and offering to make them both sandwiches instead, even when he was pulling up to the restaurant.

         “I’ve gained three pounds just this past week.”

         “You’ve been weighing yourself?”

         Paul looked at him weirdly.

         “Well, yeah. Every day.”

         “Even since this happened?” Gene was a little bewildered to think that even getting cursed hadn’t been enough to distract Paul out of that particular concern.

         “Yeah. I think I’m still gaining it all in the abdomen.” Paul took a disgusted glance down at himself, assuming he could even see his stomach past his chest. Gene was beginning to wonder. “We can’t keep eating like we’re on the road.”

         “Can’t we?”

         “Fuck, no.” Paul grimaced, shaking his head as he parked the car and turned off the engine. “I spent the entire break trying to get my weight down.”

         “You look fine. Why are you so worried?”

         “The costume girls’ll have a fit.”

         It was the first time either of them had mentioned anything related to the tour all day. It cut through the Central Park fantasy like an Exacto knife. Gene wasn’t going to have some cute girl—this cute girl—hanging on his arm for much longer. Maybe no more than a few hours.

         Gene rubbed his elbow uncomfortably. Paul, gazing at his own reflection in the car mirror and pushing his hair in front of his shoulders, didn’t seem to notice, so Gene pushed the rest of his thoughts aside. They got out of the car together; Gene paid for the food, and they returned to Paul’s place soon after. Half the takeout was gone before they’d even gotten home with it. They finished off the rest at the kitchen island, then laid around on the couch awhile, T.V. running in the background while Gene read and Paul doodled.

         It was kind of funny, really. Occasionally it felt like nothing had really shifted. Still watching T.V. together like they used to in the hotels, back when getting laid after the show was a distant hope and not an inevitability. Eating out of Styrofoam boxes. Joking around and shooting the shit.

         The rest of the time, Gene was painfully aware of how much had shifted. There was the sex, sure, even if they hadn’t gone all the way, but that wasn’t the whole of it. He’d still have his gloomy spells, sure, but overall, Paul seemed so happy. So open. So—maybe Gene was giving himself too much credit, but Paul seemed—taken with him. He’d never been aware of anything like that out of Paul before. If those big, dark eyes had ever looked Gene’s way with half the warmth and attention he was getting now, then—well, then, Gene hadn’t noticed.

         He’d thought Paul didn’t like him a bit when they’d first met, in fact. He’d been high on his own bravado, and Paul had just hung in the periphery of his circles. Somebody had introduced them, and Gene had popped off immediately, something like oh, you write songs?, and Paul—well, he’d been Stan, and Stanley if you wanted to piss him off, back then; he hadn’t gone by Paul until a year or two later—had snapped right back with an affirmative.

         He remembered asking him to play one for him, and Paul had. The song was a lousy, incoherent mash-up of the Stones, Bowie, and the Beatles at their most soused, and his playing was worse. But somehow after, they’d just… Gene didn’t know. He couldn’t remember a definitive point where they’d clicked. Paul had still been in the process of nearly flunking out of high school, while Gene was a sophomore, or maybe a junior in college. But he remembered starting to call him up after classes, inviting him to parties and jams. He remembered thinking Paul was standoffish and nervous, not cut out at all for the rockstar career he was so desperate for. But he didn’t remember ever getting the feeling Paul dug him. More that he was just lonely.

         He didn’t want to delve into it too deeply. Rethink nearly ten years of interactions. It wouldn’t do any good, and it wouldn’t change any of the way things were right now. He watched Paul kick up his ankles against the arm of the couch, and finally spoke.

         “What did you take us out for, anyway?”

         Paul glanced up from his drawing. It was something weird and abstract, not the eerily-accurate dick sketches Gene was accustomed to out of him. Hatchmarks, parallel lines, and weird, elongated shapes were well on their way to completely covering the sketchpad.

         “To pay you back. I told you.” The pencil resumed its scratch across the page.

         “No, why did you really do it?”

         “Because we’d never get to again.”

         That was all he said for awhile. The words hung like streamers. Gene sort of wanted to argue him down, even though he wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t know exactly what Paul meant.

         “You can take me out anytime.”

         “Not like that.”  Paul shifted abruptly. “I’m gonna go shower.”

         Gene raised his head, half at the words, half at the slight thump of Paul’s sketchpad next to him on the couch.

         “Want some company? I hear there’s a water shortage.”

         Paul shook his head. Gene felt guilty at his own weird relief. For whatever reason, Paul wasn’t ready yet. They could keep on pretending for awhile longer.

         “Maybe later tonight.”

         Gene nodded. Paul’s expression seemed a little bit strained, but he turned and headed for the bedroom, not closing the door behind him. A minute or two later, Gene could hear the sound of the water running.

         Then he got up, looking through the living room’s bookshelf as if he hadn’t done it prior. Paul didn’t really read for pleasure. He had stuff like  The Power of Positive Thinking,  Games People Play, I’m OK – You’re OK, and a ragged copy of  How to Win Friends and Influence People, the last of which was highlighted like a book of scripture. Gene had been flipping through it while Paul drew.

         Then he had magazines with his face or KISS’ picture on the front cover. No intellectual reading material at all, though that wasn’t what he was looking for. At the bottom of one shelf were Paul’s junior and senior annuals and a small line of photo albums. Gene pulled one of the older-looking albums out at random.

         It was green and typical, with thick black pages. Probably one Paul’s parents had started of him. The initial contents weren’t surprising. A faded birth announcement. A taped-in lock of baby hair dated August 2, 1952—Paul’s parents hadn’t bothered with upsherin, so maybe it was no wonder he’d never had his bar mitzvah. Sepia infant photos—Gene swallowed a bit when he realized that even in the pictures where Paul was barely able to sit up on his own, the photographer had him posed with his head turned to the right, to hide the microtia. Some pictures from birthdays. A picture of him along with the rest of his second grade class. They were lined up by height, and Paul was standing towards the back, easily recognizable just from the eyes and expression. By that point, he’d apparently figured out the pose on his own; he was almost aggressively facing right, while everyone else was looking the camera head-on.

         All that misery and insecurity over two square inches of missing cartilage.

         Gene shook his head. He flipped past most of the rest of the pictures of Paul as a kid, past even the awkward handful from when he was a teenager, before finally coming up on photos slightly closer to current. He’d apparently kept a few Polaroids from Wicked Lester and the earliest days of KISS, before they’d even had the makeup. Then, as he turned the pages, he found a scattering of random, more recent shots. Paul goofing off in hotel rooms. Paul lounging in swim trunks by the pool. Paul in a tux sucking cake frosting off his fingers at Ace’s wedding.

         He was trying to hammer in his head that this was how Paul really was and really looked. He was trying to figure out if he’d still be attracted to him once he was back to normal. If he’d feel something while he looked at the pictures. Start getting hot under the collar, maybe, the way he did with Playboy centerfolds. But—well, Paul only tried provocative poses when he had on the greasepaint, and most everything in the album was barefaced and fairly candid. Gene wasn’t sure he was feeling anything beyond some fondness while looking over pictures of Paul in front of the Eiffel Tower or eating poi in Hawaii.

         That bothered him. Not that he was planning on jacking off to a stupid picture of Paul sitting shirtless on the hood of his car, but—he’d—he’d wanted something definite out of this. Arousal or repulsion. He needed to know. Whether Paul had wanted him for four days or four years, Gene owed him that much.

         The dull white noise of the shower cut off. Gene put the photo album and the book back on the shelf and waited for Paul’s returning footsteps. Maybe later tonight, he’d said. Maybe later than that.

--

         Paul spent longer than he meant to in there. Cleaned himself up, washed his hair and shaved. He’d gotten into the habit of shaving almost everything but his chest and sometimes his underarms because of the tours. Now that he was basically down to only having to worry about his underarms and legs, the effort took two minutes or less, leaving him just standing useless for awhile under the spray.

         He knew what his next move ought to be, just as well as Gene did. Invite him in, get rid of the whole virginity problem, and get back to normal. There was no reason to keep delaying it. He’d had his time with Gene. More of it than he probably deserved, the way that they’d already wormed themselves out of the curse’s terms of consummation, like wily lawyers with contracts.

         He wasn’t scared. Well. He wasn’t just scared. He knew it was probably going to hurt. He hadn’t tried to penetrate himself since that second night with Gene, and even Gene’s fingering had pretty much been rubbing. If he couldn’t tolerate a finger inside him, a dick would be even worse. Paul was tempted to blame it on Carol, but if one less-sexy Playboy article was anything to go by, it was really just his nerves. He’d have no bulwark against them, either, no drugs or alcohol, when he slept with Gene. When he really slept with Gene.

         That wasn’t his real problem, anyway. His real problem was the same as ever. Knowing it would all be over as soon as he let it happen.

         He skimmed a hand over one newly-smooth thigh, fingers sliding across his wet skin. Up to his stomach, then his breasts, idly pushing them together. Considering. Wondering how it must’ve felt for Pinocchio once he got everything he ever wanted, once he was flesh instead of wood. Funny how that was Gene’s takeaway from that movie. Work hard, get your wish. Input-output. But he wasn’t going to get his wish here. Paul couldn’t be a real girl for him. No part of him ought to have ever wanted to try.

         He’d just have to steel himself up for the end, that was all. Delaying it too long was only going to make it worse. It was—it was abysmal, not having taken care of it already, when he’d been so desperate to do it only the day before. But he couldn’t bring himself to commit just yet. Whether out of cowardice or longing, he didn’t know. He wanted to keep messing around with Gene as long as he could. Have Gene keep looking at him, keep touching him. Keep being with him. 

         He swallowed thickly, stepped out of the shower, and dried his hair off a bit with a towel, pulling on a bathrobe before heading back out to the living room. Gene was still on that same couch,  Hawaii Five-O playing in the background. Jack Lord was really starting to look craggy now.

         “You wanna go to bed?”

         “This early?” Gene looked a little amused, but Paul thought there might be something else there. Something on the border of disappointment.

         “There’s nothing on T.V.”

         “Did I play my cards right?”

         “You didn’t play them wrong. We can fool around some more. I’ll keep my top off.”

         It was a lousy offer for a guy who had girls chomping at the bit to sleep with him, and Paul knew it. But the grin he got in response was enough to make some of his guilt, some of his self-disgust, ease off, if only briefly.

         “C’mon, I’ve got an idea.”

--

         Gene followed him to the bedroom affably, taking off his borrowed t-shirt and tossing it on the floor. He didn’t start on his pants, but Paul did for him, unzipping and tugging them down. Gene’s mouth crooked up, uncertain but pleased.

         “You’ve got an awfully wide berth for fooling around, Paul.”

         “I’ve got an awful lot of practice.” Paul untied his bathrobe but didn’t take it off yet. Unsurprisingly, there was nothing beneath it. His hair was still pretty wet, skin pink from the shower. The musky scent of him was almost gone, rinsed away by the shower and soaps, only readily apparent again when Gene’s hand moved between his thighs. It was kind of a thrill to find that earlier hadn’t been a fluke. Paul just kept getting wet for him easier than even a groupie.

         Kissing down his neck as he kept stroking, getting a couple soft grunts in response, Gene wondered what Paul was up to. He was positioned a little awkwardly, legs spread wide, with Gene kneeling in the space between them. Paul kept shifting on the bed, posture a little stiff. Not like yesterday; he just seemed like he was deliberating, anticipating. Gene didn’t think Paul was comfortable enough to pull out any toys or handcuffs. Even light bondage seemed like a little much. Possibly—

         “Did you want to 69?”

         “Nah, I hate that shit. Give me your hand.”

         “Paul, if you’re going to tie me up, I want a striptease first.”

         Paul shrugged off the bathrobe and tossed it at him with a grin.

         “I’m not gonna tie you up, Jesus. Just give me your hand.”

         Impishly, Gene offered the right one, already soaked in Paul’s fluids. He was surprised when Paul took it, grabbing his wrist and pressing Gene’s palm into his cleavage, guiding it up and down. Gene felt a shiver run up his back, dick stiffening to full attention when Paul let go of his hand. The thin streaks of clear fluid left behind were their own promise, one that only got more definite as Paul lowered himself onto the bed, gesturing for Gene to come forward. He did, straddling him carefully, cock resting between his slightly-slick breasts. Paul squeezed them together experimentally, the brief pressure enough to make Gene twitch. Fuck. He hadn’t even fantasized about this one. Fucking Paul against the wall, eating him out--sure, sure. Paul letting him go for a titfuck had been way too far out of the realm of possibility for him to picture.

         “It’s enough, right?” Paul’s voice was soft, vaguely pleased. Gene grunted an assent. They were definitely enough. Another squeeze, though Gene hadn’t tried to thrust yet, Paul watching for his reaction. “Figured we could put them to some use.”

         “What’re you getting out of this?”

         “The same thing you got out of me getting off on your leg. A good view.” Paul reached a hand up, stroking along Gene’s arm. “Now c’mon, I don’t wanna have to put K-Y on my tits.”

[mxliv-oftheendless]

The Joys of Womanhood

So today has been hell, and I blame God for every single second of the shittyness. Why, you ask? Because he fucking overreacted over Eve eating a fucking APPLE and now I have to endure a period of hormones, cramps, and horrible, horrible back pain that makes me feel like I’m dying a horrible painful death. Fuck the patriarchy. 

Anyway, I decided to vent my frustration in writing and banged out this little oneshot. I actually have this idea a lot, but it always passed through my mind before I took the time to write it up. This doesn’t have to fit anywhere in either the KISSteriaverse or the Black Dahlia series; it’s purely a self-indulgent thing I wrote to get my frustration and anger from today out. So... enjoy!

“Velma, give it back!”

“You’ve been using it for two hours, Daphne, it’s my turn now.”

“But it still hurts!”

“Well, it still hurts for me, too!”

Heather sighed and cracked open her eyes, turning to look over at Velma and Daphne. They were leaning on their sides and tugging a heating pad back and forth as they bickered. “Girls, don’t argue,” her voice sounded incredibly done with everything, which was pretty much on point. “Daphne, you’ve been using the heating pad for two hours. You and Velma agreed that you would take turns using it for two hours. It’s Velma’s turn now. You can take more painkillers if your cramps still hurt that much.”

Daphne turned to her in protest. “But Heather—”

“I’m sorry, did I stutter?” Heather gave her an incredibly stern glare.

Daphne was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and let go of the heating pad. “Sorry, Heather,” she said apologetically.

Heather’s look softened and she waved her hand. “It’s fine. I get it. We’re all in pain right now.”

As if on cue, a pained whimper came from the other end of the couch she was sprawled out on. Heather, Velma, and Daphne all looked over sympathetically at Ayesha. Heather’s statement was the truth; thanks to the wonderful thing that happened to female bodies every month, they were all having cramps and other period pains. It was why they had all decided to veg out together and ride it all out together. Velma was taking the time to show them Buzzfeed Unsolved, a series Heather had never heard of, but was liking so far. It did nothing to take her mind off her horrible pain, though.

Ayesha, though, was feeling the worst of it. She had pain in her back as well as cramps, and was currently lying on the couch on her stomach. Her face was scrunched up in pain and she looked ready to cry.

“You okay, sweetie?” Heather asked her sympathetically.

“No,” Ayesha got out. “I’m dying. It hurts…”

Heather heaved herself up to sit, then reached for the teapot sitting on the coffee table. She placed her hands on the teapot and focused, until she sensed the water was hot enough inside. She poured more tea into a cup and handed it to Ayesha. “Do you think you can drink more tea?”

Ayesha pushed herself up to sit, a grimace of pain flashing across her face, and she took the teacup. She blew at the tea and took a sip. “Thank you, Aunt Heather,”

“You’re welcome,” Heather poured out another cup for herself, blew on it, then took a long sip. “Velma, Daphne, do you want anymore?”

“No thanks,”

“I do.” Velma slowly sat up and accepted a cup from Heather. “What did you say was in this tea again?”

“It’s raspberry tea with a special pain relief potion.”

“What’s special about it?” Daphne asked interestedly.

“The Sisters brew it only for period pains. We all have it memorized.”

Velma didn’t comment, which Heather brushed off. She was still trying to accept Heather being a witch and that magic was real. Meanwhile Ayesha finished her cup. “Can I drink more?”

“Drink all you want, sweetie. Is it working?”

Ayesha sat still, then shrugged. “A little.” She picked up the teapot and poured out more tea. “Do you think Aiutu and Baba are mad at me?”

Heather wanted to sigh again. From what she had been told, Ayesha, in a bout of hormone-induced anger, had shouted at Demon and Vinneketh to leave her alone and stop smothering her. “I’m positive they’re not mad at you. They understand. They’re probably joking about how you have Demon’s temper right now.”

Ayesha managed a smile, and leaned back against the couch cushions to drink her tea. At that moment, a stabbing pain flared up in Heather’s hips, and she winced and reached for the teapot again. She filled her cup then leaned back against the pillows, groaning. “Gods, I hate this time of the month. It was the one thing I liked about being old; menopause was a wonderful thing.”

“Y’know what’s funny?” Daphne said aloud. “Shaggy’s the one that knows ahead of time to leave me and Velma alone. He even makes snacks for us sometimes. Freddy never realizes until either me or Velma throw something at him. Usually Velma.”

“I’d refute that, but it’s true.”

“How’s that funny?” Heather muttered. “Seems pretty accurate to me.” She loved her nephew, that went without saying. But even she could admit he was a little slow to realize things… a lot.

Velma groaned in pain. “Jinkies, I hate this. If God exists, he’s a misogynist.”

Heather toasted her with her teacup and took a long drink of tea.

She heard her front door open, then footsteps, then Paul entered the living room with a bag in his hand. “How’s it going?” he asked. “Any better?”

“Ha. Ha ha. Ha.” Velma laughed sarcastically. “Hilarious.”

Heather shrugged at her friend. “Not much better. Did you get it?”

“I’ve got it right here.” Paul set the bag down on the coffee table and pulled out the pints of ice cream the girls had all requested. He picked up the flavor Ayesha wanted and brought it to her, ruffling her hair. “You alright, Yesha?”

Ayesha shrugged. “I’m a little better.” She opened her pint and smiled when she saw the mint chocolate chip ice cream inside, then looked back up at Paul. “Thank you.”

“Sure, sweetie,”

“Paul.”

Paul’s smile dropped off his face at Heather’s tone, and looked to be reluctant as he turned around. Heather was looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a frown, raising her pint of ice cream so he could see the label. “Did you seriously buy sugar-free ice cream?”

“Er… yes?” Her eyebrow lowered and her frown deepened. “It’s the flavor you wanted,” Paul tried to argue. “It’s still chocolate. It’s just sugar-free.”

Heather turned to Daphne and Velma. “Girls, what do yours say?”

Daphne and Velma looked at their labels, then back up at her. “Mine’s sugar-free too,” Daphne confirmed.

“So’s mine,”

Heather turned back to Paul, scowling at him. “Paul, did you seriously buy all of us sugar-free ice cream?”

“Um…” Paul gave himself away by guiltily rubbing the back of his neck and glancing down at Ayesha. Ayesha, who had already begun eating her ice cream, stopped when they all looked at her, her spoon still in her mouth. At Heather’s glare, Paul quickly started talking again. “It’s sugar-free, Heather!”

“I don’t care, Paul!” Heather fired back.

“Why does it matter? It’s still ice cream!”

Heather bolted to her feet, eyes blazing. “Why does it matter?!”

Seeing his impending doom, Paul dashed out of the room. “That’s right, Stanley, you better run!” Heather shouted after him. When she heard the door slam, she flopped back onto the couch, grumbling. “Unbelievable…”

“You weren’t really going to hurt him, were you?” Velma asked.

Heather sighed heavily. “No. Only because it hurts to move.” She sat up to grab a spoon from the coffee table.

“Um,” Daphne started hesitantly, “why does it matter that it’s sugar-free ice cream? It doesn’t really matter much to me.”

“And it wouldn’t to me, either,” Heather replied as she opened her ice cream. “Except that Paul does this every time. Spend enough time around him, and you’d be tired of him pushing his sugar obsession on you too.”

“See, we should’ve called Shaggy instead,” Velma stated as she opened her pint and dug into it with her spoon. “He avoids the sugar-free options like the plague.”

“I thought Daphne insisted on calling Uncle Star…” At Heather’s glance in her direction, Ayesha corrected herself. “Uncle Paul.” She smiled impishly at the redhead. “Do you liiiiike him?”

Daphne’s face flushed red, and she sank down into the couch cushions. “I just think he’s kind of cute, is all,” she insisted.

“Oh please,” Velma scoffed. “You get a dreamy look at just his voice. You’ve been like that ever since he gave you that kiss.”

Ayesha looked at Heather in surprise. “Uncle Paul kissed her?”

Heather nodded. “Yep. I watched it happen.”

“But I thought Uncle Paul was…”

“He’s bi, technically. A very disastrous bi, but.”

“Oh.” Ayesha thought about it for a moment, then shrugged and leaned back. “Okay.”

Velma looked at Heather curiously. “You’re going to apologize to him later, right?”

“Oh,” Heather shrugged, “probably. But he understands. He’s witnessed this nonsense many, many times throughout our friendship. Believe me, I’ve yelled at him over much more miniscule things.”

“More miniscule than ice cream being sugar-free?” Daphne asked curiously. “Like what?”

“Well…”

The three girls listened as Heather talked, all of them eating their ice cream. In all, it wasn’t a bad way to ride out this time of the month.

They still hated it with every inch of their beings, however.

[ladyshandioftheendless]

~KISS AU writings 11~

Geez I haven’t updated this one in forever. I’m sure everyone’s forgotten about it by now. >.> But I finally shook some ideas down from my stubborn brain tree. I hope you enjoy~

~Shandi

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~MODEL AU Part 2~

Featured Pairing: Bruce Kulick/Paul Stanley

Special Guest: Peter Criss

Summary: Bruce has his first photo session with Paul..and things get embarrassing fast~ (told from Bruce’s POV)

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Mr. Criss snaps his fingers in front of Paul’s face. “Focus, Paulie focus! I didn’t bring him here so you can distract him. Unlike you he’s here to work.” I cover a smile when Paul pouts and puffs out his cheeks. I bet Mr. Criss has seen that face more times than he’d care to admit. Sure is cute though~ When I glance at Paul he’s looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Shit, I didn’t want him to see that! He knows I’m weak for cute faces now! He’ll try to mess with me! Dammit I’m failing already! 

“Don’t start! You can’t use that face of yours to get anywhere with me!” Mr. Criss stood in front of me with his hands on his hips. “You got work to do and I expect it to get done! Deadlines need to be met! I’d like to keep the days when I regret hiring you to a minimum, thank you very much!” Damn. What Mr. Criss lacks in height he sure as hell makes up form in volume. I’m twice his height and I’m scared of him. Paul’s expression however remains the same as he nods. “You’ll get what you want, Petey..like always~” He brushes past me, walking like he’s already on a runway. “Grab your stuff, Photopup. We’re going to my special studio~” Mr. Criss just sighs and heads out behind him while I’m picking up my cases. “And I’m gonna have a smoke..” Yep. Today’s gonna be quite a day. 

I race down the hall to catch up with Paul. Geez, he moves really quick for someone in platform heels. Like he’s not even wearing them. Then again he must be used to them considering his line of work. When he looks back and sees me behind him he laughs. “What kept you, Photopup~? You’re not gonna get anywhere around here if you can’t even keep up with me in these~” ‘Photopup’? Really? Do I look like some jerk with a camera fresh out of high school to him? That’s a little insulting. “Excuse me but I’m not an amateur if that’s what you’re implying. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know what I was doing.” Paul just laughs again. I can tell he doesn’t take me seriously. “Why don’t you put those claws away, big boy..don’t you know what you’re being teased~?” I narrow my eyes at him. I have to take Mr. Criss’ advice to heart if I want to get through this day..and all the days following. I’m not gonna let him intimidate me with his pretty face and his soft curly hair and..his big dark eyes and his..and..his..pouty lips..and..ohh my god where the hell is my mind going? How is he doing that?! He’s not laughing out loud, but I can tell by his eyes that he’s enjoying what he’s doing to me. “Oh, you’re gonna be a fun one, Photopup~” he says, unlocking the door to his private studio. “We’ll just see how tough you really are~” 

I had to admit..the studio looked fantastic. It definitely fit his style perfectly. The walls were painted purple and covered with glittering black stars. With the proper lighting it’d make one hell of a backdrop. I look around as I set down my cases. “Very nice. I think I can work with this~” I can feel his eyes on me while I take out my camera. “Mm. Nice equipment you got there. I like a man who takes his work seriously~” I flash him a brief smile. I can’t tell if he’s being sincere or not but I’m kinda hoping he is. “Oh, I do.” I take off the lens cap and aim my camera straight at him. “I promise you’ll get my best.” His face is incredibly photogenic..even in this tacky fluorescent lighting. “What kind of shoot are we supposed to be doing here anyway?” He shrugs. “Some kind of thing for a magazine I guess..” It’s his job. Why doesn’t he know? I’m sure Mr. Criss told him. Many times. Loudly. When he sees my deadpan look he shrugs again. “I forgot okay? Just start setting up and I’m sure it’ll come to me.” Well. At least one of us is taking our work seriously. 

Fortunately the studio is packed with extra lights that I can use as a replacement or the ceiling lights. I set them up to illuminate the portion of the wall I want to use and when I’m done I turn all the other lights off. “Much better~” I never use fluorescents when I work. They make everything look artificial. I prefer professional photography lights or natural light. When I go back to my cases to get my camera ready Paul is still sitting on his chair doing absolutely nothing! I’m so mad I kinda wanna chuck my camera at him, but it was expensive as hell so that’s not gonna happen. I shoot him a glare instead. “Keeping busy over there?” He scoffs and gets up, coming over to inspect my lighting. “Listen, Photopup..that magazine’s been after me for quite a while, so trust me when I say they’ll take anything I give them.” Okay, I can believe that. When I have the proper lens on my camera I stand up. “So what do you wanna do then?” He hums and twirls a lock of hair around his finger. “Funny thing..I had something in mind but I have nothing in the wardrobe I keep here to accommodate. So fuck it..I’m gonna do it naked~” 

I freeze.

He did not just say what I thought he said. I must be hearing things.

Sure enough when I look over at him again he’s taking off his clothes! 

Holy. Shit. 

I turn around. I think this is escalating too quickly for me. I can heart my heart pounding in my ears. I can also hear him laughing at me. Again. “What’s the matter, Photopup~? Haven’t you ever shot a nude model before~?”

“No!!” 

“Really~? Then I guess there’s no time like the present is there~?” 

He’s trying to kill me. I swear he is. I don’t know if I can do this..but if I don’t Mr. Criss will probably mount my head on his wall. And Paul’s. I have no choice. Especially if I want to keep this job. “I-I guess..” I feel him pat my head. “That’s a good boy~ Now let’s get started, shall we? I promise I won’t show you my naughty parts~” 

God help me.

Just suck it up and get to work, Kulick. Looking through my lens I’ll say this much. If I’m going to shoot anyone in the nude I’d definitely prefer Paul Stanley.

To be Continued!! 

[felinehypocritical]

can you please do a part two to the stan x bill one shot you did , about them having a sleepover , but this time it's when they wake up in the morning ?

sure!!! here you go. the first chapter of this is here for newcomers.

@steven-hairrington helped write this!!! thank u ely ilysm

Light, clean and soft and pure, streamed in the window. It was a pale yellow, almost white, and it was almost wavy in how wavery it as when the leaves passed over it. It- the light- was partially dampened by linen curtains, crisp and weightless and wonderful, but it somehow still filtered through in a white haze that seemed to burn Stanley Uris’s eyelids.

The small boy shifted in his boyfriend’s arms, flipping himself away from the streaming sun and burying his nose in Bill’s chest. “Make it stop,” he grumbled, balling a half-asleep fist into Bill’s shirt. “I don’t like it, make it stop.”

“Can’t stop the sun, babe,” Bill said soothingly, rubbing his back and kissing the tip of his nose.

Bill and Stan were always touchiest in the mornings.

“You can fight it with thicker curtains,” Stan protested, burrowing himself deeper into Bill’s arms. “You should get on that.”

Bill huffed, and within seconds he was slipping out of the bed (Stan felt like all of the warmth in the world had been ripped from his arms) and drawing the curtains open. The room became blindingly bright. Stan grabbed a pillow and threw it over his head.

“Not fair!”

“Very f-fair,” Bill shook his shoulder. “G-get up, Stanley.”

Stan rolled his eyes beneath the pillow. Really, now that Bill was up, there was no point in staying in bed—but the sheets smelt just like him, and it was so warm…

“S-Stan.”  

Stanley lifted his head from his pillow, groaning, “oh my GOD, WHAT, Bill.”

Bill smiled charmingly at his boyfriend, and extended a hand. “Buh-br-breakfast.”

The dark-haired boy groaned again, taking the hand and letting himself get pulled up.

“Ah-ah-attaboy,” Bill grinned. “Luh-let’s go cuh-c-cook.”

Stan frowned. He hated cooking. He hated eating in general- it was gross and messy and he had better things to do- but he’d do it for Bill in this sleepy state. So he got up and he let Bill pull him downstairs in full bedhead, and he set to work getting stuff out for eggs and turkey bacon.

“Aw, yuh-y-your healthy buh-b-bacon again?” Bill teased, wrapping his arms around Stan’s small waist as he looked around the fridge for the food. Stan was shivering, for he’d never been able to stand up to temperatures, and Bill just hugged him tighter, smiling into his shoulder.

“You KNOW that I don’t even eat regular bacon,” Stan grumbled, taking the pack out and throwing it on the kitchen island before getting the eggs out and placing them down with a little more care. “Shut up.”

Bill smiled and buried his nose into the crook of Stan’s neck, feeling the little curls from Stan’s grown out mop brush his ear. He inhaled and smelled Stan’s dry shampoo and his deodorant and the smell of campfire smoke on his clothes from another birdwatching trip with his father, mingled with sharp crisp pine and rosemary. He smelled intoxicating. “I knuh-know. I just wuh-was giving you a huh-h-hard time.”  Stan shied away from Bill’s investigating nose.

“Don’t SNIFF me, you weirdo,” he said loudly, at which Bill broke into peals of laughter. The phrase was just so funny and cute coming from a guy wearing the bottoms to a certainly matching set of silk pajamas and a white t-shirt with a big, fluffy mass of grown-out curls atop his head. You had to laugh.

“S-s-sorry, Stanny,” Bill said when he finally calmed down. “You’re juh-huh-hust… So f-f-funny. Like the suh-hubtitles in a weh-w-w-w-”

“-Western,” Stan finished. ‘But westerns aren’t very funny, Bill, are they?”

“They can be funny,” Bill protested. Stan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, when you make fun of them, I guess.”

Bill huffed, though it was obvious enough that he was only feigning his annoyance. He made a show of bitterly eating his bacon, to which Stan spitefully bit off a chunk of his own healthy strip. They finished breakfast with small talk after that, trading easy, back and forth exchanges which seemed to spark into existence and then float away.

After a little while, they still remained at the table, each with a mug of coffee. Stan flipped through the funnies in the paper while Bill read the obits.

“Why do you do that?”

“D-Do what?” Bill looked up from the page he’d been scanning.

“Read those.”

“T-The obits? I don’t know, I juh-just do.” Bill shrugged. “Why?”

“It’s… Weird. Like you’re always expecting someone we know to wind up dead, or something.”

“That’s n-n-not why,” Bill didn’t bother looking up. He sipped his coffee, and Stan watched the steam curl up from the dark liquid and fade away. “I guess I read them because no one else does. K-Kind of like a tribute, you know?”

“I guess,” Stan nodded, and he set his own newspaper down. He was looking out the window again, at where his family’s bird feeders were, and before long he was up out of his seat and right next to the glass pane above the sink, watching the birds carefully. There, in the sunlight, he looked almost ethereal- no, he did look ethereal. The sun was lighting a halo in his dark curls, and it backlit his slim frame, making him look even more statuesque. Even in his pajamas he was beautiful. “I’d rather just go to a memorial than read about it, though.”

“That’s duh-d-dark,” Bill accused, and suddenly Stan felt arms wrapping around his waist and a head on his shoulder.

Ignoring Bill, Stan began to hum to ‘Put Your Head On My Shoulder’ by Paul Anka and swayed to and fro. Bill moved with him, making a show of putting his foot down hard at every tilt as they looked out the window together.

“YOU’RE dark,” Stan finally answered, and Bill snorted.

“Thuh-that all you got, Stanley?”

“Hmmm… yes.” Stan turned around, abruptly stopping the humming and shaking bill’s hands off of him. He wasted no time, putting hands on either side of Bill’s face and kissing him deeply. He had to go on his tiptoes a little, a reminder Stan of how much taller Bill had gotten since they were just kids, but he managed it with grace and leaned forward until Bill was gripping the side of the counter to keep from falling over. He broke away for a moment, before Stan kissed him again, and then again, before finally pulling off with a slight ‘pop!’ as Bill’s lips broke away from him. The whole thing, though it seemed as if it should have been messy, had been gentle and graceful and almost silent.  Just the way Stan liked most things.

“Wuh-w-what was that for?” Bill asked, surprised at Stan’s impulsiveness, watching Stan’s hands play with the hem of his nightshirt closely. Stan smiled shyly, once again looking like the blushing fourteen year old Bill had asked out three years ago.

“Making sure you won’t forget about me, stud.”

Bill’s smile flickered, but it returned as quick as it was gone and he pulled Stan as tight to him as possible. He pressed their foreheads together, locking their hands as he did so, and looked lovingly into Stan’s eyes. He could see the pain there, the regret Stan still had, and all the fear that’d been put there for as long as Stan could probably remember, and he felt sure in what he said next.

“Stanley Uris, don’t even think for a second I’d ever forget you.”

Stan believed it.

But he shouldn’t have.

Another excerpt, from Stanley Uris’s journal, circa 1985, written around 4 days before his suicide:

‘It’s funny, you know- I’ve never been one for dreams. I almost never get them, nothing like the nightmares I know I had as a kid, anyway, and the ones I do get are always fragmented, and I remember them perfectly. I’ve had three just in the last week. Patty says you dream all night but only remember something like 30% of them, and maybe that’s true, but I don’t really believe it. I haven’t believed anything in awhile. I keep having this one.

I’m always in a boy’s room. It looks like the one I had as a kid, but smaller and messier, and it has pictures all over, of this teenage boy and this littler one. I’m not a sibling, so it isn’t my room, but I feel so comfortable in it… It’s strange, it feels like it’s really my room, but not. Like a partner’s room, sort of, you know?

And this teenage boy, he’s sitting on the bed. Every time. I’m not going to lie to you, this boy isn’t bad looking. He looks like he plays sports of some kind, he’s got a beautiful face and body, the kind you always wanted in college and never got. And he looks like he just stopped crying. So I always walk up to him, and when i look down at myself, I’m holding suitcases that’re really heavy, but I’m bringing them into this boys room, for some reason? And I’ve gotten a glimpse of myself in the mirror he has, it’s definitely me, I look just like I did. God, I was skinny. And short. Well I’m still short, but still, you get it.

And I always say something along the lines of guessing this is goodbye, and he just breaks down in tears. It sounds like his brother just died, or something, and he just takes me in his arms and keeps sobbing into my shoulder. I can feel it on my shirt, even after I wake up. And I always say that I guess so too, and I comfort him as he cries in the dream, and then suddenly I just… Wake up. Right as he’s about to say something.

I think he was calling me a nickname. It sounds like Sedanley. And I always wake up thinking, ‘love you too, Billuick’. What the fuck does that even mean?

What’s happening to me? Please, I’m serious, I feel like I’m going crazy. This dream is all I can think about. Who is this boy?

Why do I feel like I love him?

I suppose I’ll figure it out eventually.

Atlanta, September 1985′

An excerpt from Mike Hanlon’s journal, circa 1986, a year and a half after the Losers left Derry for the last time:

‘…but Stan’s last note in his journal, the second to last thing he ever wrote, on a separate page of this journal, is interesting to note, actually. It’s so shaky and messy I could barely read it, so I can only assume it was written while Stan waited for the bath to run. There appears to be something about a Richie as well, something about congratulating him, but it was crossed out and replaced with this. 

It says, ‘tell Bill I loved his books’. 

All I can say is, Stanley, why couldn’t you come and tell him yourself?’

[purplesurveys]

186

How old were you the year your favorite movie came out? I wasn’t even born yet when Good Will Hunting came out. My mom had been five months pregnant with me. Whose birthday is coming up soon? I know my girlfriend’s sister’s birthday is sometime in November, but I’m not too certain about the date. What’s your favorite place to get sushi? Torch. Sushizanmai had the best sushi, but I only had it once in Japan and so I can’t count it as favorite. What’s your favorite Paul Rudd movie? I’ve never watched any work of his. Have you ever been involved in Direct Sales Marketing and if so, what company? No. Definitely doesn’t sound like my cup of tea.

Do you know anyone who lives in Hawaii? Yeah, I had an old friend who migrated there. When was the last time you applied lotion? Sometime within the last week. I always put lotion on my legs when I wear shorts to school, since my skin can sometimes be dry. What’s your favorite way to eat a potato, ex.: chips, fries, baked, etc.? Literally all the examples you gave, plus mashed. Do you delete people from Facebook if their views are vastly different than yours? Nah, I just mute them out. I seldom unfriend people and that’s only for old internet friends I’ve stopped talking to. Are you planning on having kids? Does that question annoy you to no end? I do. It can get repetitive on surveys but all I have to do is say yes and move on. Have you eaten your favorite food in the past seven days? Yep, I just had a burger this afternoon.  What was the last phone conversation you had about? I was already sleeping when my girlfriend called me last night, but she wanted to be on the line. I only fell back asleep, we didn’t talk. Do you have a Snapchat and do you just add things to your story or do you send snaps to individual people? When I used to be on Snapchat I would add stuff to my own story, but send different material to other people to keep our streak going. If I got lazy I would send the same thing both to my story and my friends. What’s the closest thing to you with someone’s handwriting on it? No idea, maybe one of my papers with my professor’s comments on it. What’s your favorite thing to put on bagels? I seldom eat bagels but I guess cream cheese would go best with them. What’s the most important key on your key ring? Car keys. I could go without the house keys since everyone in the family has them. Do you have Spotify and if so, what’s the last song you listened to on it? Pool - Paramore.  What was the last argument you got in about and who was it with? Gabie, something fucking tiny.  How many social media outlets do you have and which ones? Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook. Abandoned Snapchat many months ago. At what age did you start picking out your own outfits? Pretty late, I was babied by my mom and didn’t realize how ridiculous it looked until I was like 12.

Have you ever been to a Rocky Horror Picture Show Shadowcast where people act out the movie while it’s playing and the audience yells things callbacks? No, I’ve never seen or done anything Rocky Horror.

How spicy do you like your food? Spicy enough to make my mouth tingle, but not numb. I can handle spices in my curry and soup and such, but no red peppers or fire noodles for me. Do you have a scented-wax warmer? I’ve never even heard of that before... Who’s your favorite director? Stanley Kubrick. When was the last time you walked through your front door? Yesterday when I returned home from taking my girlfriend home. What would you do if you accidentally got pregnant? Be dumbfounded. Who’s the father and when did it happen would be the initial thoughts. Bats: cute or gross? Creepy. I’ve never had any interaction with them except when I went to the underground cave in Palawan, and my only verdict was creepy. Are you going to or did you see the new Star Wars? I haven’t seen any of the Star Wars movies and don’t plan to in this lifetime. What’s your favorite Netflix show? I don’t watch anything from Netflix. I don’t really do TV shows in general. What was the last really intense pain you felt? Depression.

[attina-the-responsible]

How to Defrost a Mermaid ~*~ [Mersisters]

In which the Triton girls check in after the snow storm, and then discuss polyamorous relationships, Australian kisses, and consent.

We actually had everyone for this one, but at different times. 

@andrina-the-amazingsupergenius, @adella-the-romantic, @arista-the-musical, @aquata-the-bold, @alana-the-badbitch, @ariel-the-rebellious

Andrina ok fam rate the latest swynlake disaster on a scale of 1-10

Attina i dunno if it hadn't lasted quite as long i'd give it maybe a 5

Alana 4 needs more gore, never really fearedfkrmy lie

Andrina i feel like court was a solid 3 on danger/ 9 on fun / 8 on cute boys

Alana Wow see we got comic book store man

Attina i dont think it was *that* fun

Alana and pauls crazy ex

Attina how crazy was she acting? how are the babies?????

Andrina that's becuase YOU were busy worrying while /I/ was perfecting my mixing techniques slash making the bar my fortress

Alana I mean idk I didn't talk to her see just seemed bitchy about the whole thing like chill we r all stuck in here and freezing

Andrina scale of bitchiness 1-regina george

Ariel It wasn't fun. I was worried about you guys.

Alana babies r fine. Comic man found a ton of pride u shirts to swaddle Alana Uh Uh

Ariel I did get to sing that song Total Eclipse of The Heart with Jim, though, and that made me feel better for a while.

Arista I dunno the ice castle was pretty fun

Attina um excuse me

Ariel Ice castle?

Attina also i'm sorry you were worried ariel 💗 but everyone is okay! 😄

Andrina wow and didnt invite me ris

Arista it was like ice skating and slippery but super cold so minus points for that

Andrina frankly that's so offensive

Attina WHAT were you doing in the ice castle

Arista I was on a rescue mission

Alana Wow

Ariel I'm glad we're all okay. We need to find magic portable bathtubs in the future though

Andrina on it ariel [finger gun emoji]

Ariel Who were you rescuing?

Alana thankfully the arcade sinks worked

Ariel Attina said you and Adella were home with Daddy

Attina wait for WHO what.

Alana Wow ris gets all the fun

Andrina five bucks if she says van

Arista Van got stuck in the blizzard out there so she went to the nearest building which was the ice castle. It's okay though guys Urs came too. Buddy system. I'm not totally clueless

Alana how was it Alana what is the yelp review

Andrina how was the service Andrina and did u lick the walls

Attina how did ??? that happen?

Ariel You risked your life to save Van? That's so romantic. Is she okay?

Alana nothing says love like hypothermia Alana just ask jack Dawson

Aquata at least you weren't alone out there

Ariel Who?

Attina god.

Ariel OH

Andrina wow

Attina wow

Alana titanic lad

Ariel The guy from Titanic!

Aquata oh my god ariel

Ariel Ugh he was so dreamy

Aquata yet you couldn't remember his name

Andrina was he

Attina how do *you* of all people forget that

Alana rose looked like his mum I swear

Ariel I remembered Jack!! Ariel Dawson threw me off for just a second!!

Arista um I would say 4 stars. Like definitely did not have the proper outfit. But it was super fun. Like an ice theme park. But totally cold. So much cold. Van is okay. Van, Urs, Kim and me are all at Urs'. Kim ended up rescuing everyone actually.

Alana imagine titanic but it's a MILF learning to love again

Attina ariel she tAKEs his NAME in the END how do you forGET

Andrina i'd watch that movie

Ariel Why didn't you get all bundled up before going out there??

Attina okay wait i need you to walk me through *exactly* what happened

Alana Wow go Kim rock on

Andrina still offended i wasn't invited

Ariel and I only forgot for a SECOND

Aquata you still forgot

Ariel FOR A SECOND

Alana I'm offended you got a BLOODY ICE Palace and I got orange Gatorade

Arista I was in Chapter Three with Urs and then Van texted me. I didn't have time for bundling up

Ariel I have Romeo and Juliet on the brain still!!!

Aquata Hey Tina remember how you told me that everyone was going to stay inside? Funny how that works out, huh?

Ariel I practiced my lines so much to keep from going crazy that I think I have them all perfectly memorized now

Andrina hey an quality time with ariel alana

Alana ah yes

Attina um well six out of seven did so i don't really like your tone, missy

Andrina did YOU participate in any karaoke with the jimmeister

Ariel I'm glad I had at least one of you there with me, Alana kept me sane

Alana Ariel singing as we all freeze to death Alana no, I broke into a vending machine with him

Aquata You really want to go there with me?

Arista Oooh what snack did you get

Ariel So wait, Ris, when did you get home?

Alana bottled water and cheetohs

Attina i don't think i need to go anywhere with you, aquata, i kept you safe--and ris is safe too i'm not going to apologize.

Aquata YOU kept me safe!?!? Are you fucking kidding me?

Alana uhoh

Arista excellent choices lans

Ariel Woah, hey, guys, don't fight

Attina uh yeah you're not dead in the snow so.

Alana remind me again why I'm the bitchy one

Andrina idk alana Andrina false advertising tbh

Ariel You're not... bitchy

Arista I don't think anyone's the bitchy one

Alana awh thanks Ariel

Ariel You're assertive and independent

Arista everyone gets cranky sometimes.

Aquata Yeah, you didn't FORCE me to stay inside. So no, it was not you that kept me safe.

Andrina in OTHER news i definitely borrowed a bottle or two of vodka from the court so if anyone is down for a post-swynlake-disaster throwdown

Ariel I think the storm and being without water for days didn't help

Alana yes please

Arista Oooooh vodka

Aquata I'll pass.

Ariel We should all get together for a group swim. I feel really thirsty and feverish still

Attina i think you've not got a leg to stand on, aquata you're still alive and not frozen to death ANYWAYS

Ariel I don't think I took a long enough bath

Attina andrina you need to give that back.

Andrina chill mom i'll pay i just dint have my wallet on me

Alana they won't miss it

Andrina in other other news i learned how to tie a cherry stem with my tongue while in there

Alana no one goes there for top shelf vodka they go there for tits

Alana nice

Attina who taught you to do that??

Andrina myself Andrina while u were flirting with aussie boy

Attina also it's not like we needed to steal it

Alana ^^

Attina i wASNT FLIRTING

Andrina only goes for aussies now Andrina here's the kicker Andrina ready

Alana is thou dabbling in two rivers of men

Andrina he Andrina is Andrina paul's Andrina roommate

Attina his accent was cute but Attina NOT FLIRTING

Alana NICE

Arista Oh no. That's bad

Ariel Attina!!!!

Andrina two for one amirite

Alana Wow u can walk from one room to the next

Attina we just had things in COMMON

Ariel have you DTRED YET

Alana what a dirty acronym

Arista Is he handsome? Scale of 1-10

Attina what no not with paul no

Andrina i thought she sneezed

Attina i mean--yeah, he was very handsome of course bUT not the point ~~

Alana threesome threesome

Attina how about that bath ariel ahha i need to relax

Andrina tbh like this guy doesn't have a baby AND he has a turtle sooo Andrina upgrade

Ariel Ew no threesomes guys gross!

Attina he also has a girlfriend so

Alana they are not gross

Arista Ohhhh Attina has cute boys flirting with her

Alana foursome foursome

Arista Turtles! That's so cute

Ariel Paul has a girlfriend? Ariel or the Aussie?

Andrina the aussie

Ariel Does the Aussie have a name?

Attina it was very cute! he showed me pictures of him, his name is scute--he has cute little outfits

Alana Wow invite ice bitch and have a fivesome

Arista What's the Aussies name????

Attina his name is stanley

Ariel Scute?

Andrina see a man who knits outfits for turtles is a man after attina's own heart

Ariel Oh

Arista His turtle's name is Cute?

Attina Scute--but pretty cute, he has some fancy long name but i can't remember it--i think the middle name was ashley. Attina oh! i hope he was okay, i've been worried. the heat lamp would've turned off during the storm.

Alana slide in his sms

Andrina all in favour of attina ditching paul for turtle stud say aye

Ariel Is Scute the turtle okay??

Arista Oh no! The turtle!

Andrina AYE

Alana AYE

Ariel No, you can't ditch Paul!!

Ariel He has kids!!

Andrina ugh ariel

Aquata he has a girlfriend, that's homewrecking.

Alana Paul has baggage

Ariel Stanley has a girlfriend!

Alana o tru

Ariel What Aquata said!

Arista Yeah! No homewrecking

Attina this shouldn't even be a conversATION

Ariel What baggage does Paul have??

Aquata um, he has children and a psycho ex?

Attina he doesn't have baggage he's perfectly lovely

Aquata thats what we established right?

Arista I dunno I don't think Attina has seen his closet yet

Aquata not his actual baggage Ris

Alana I'm p sure Ted Bundys victims would've called him perfectly lovely too

Arista Ohhh I dunno you can tell a lot by someone's baggage

Ariel Why are kids baggage?

Andrina right what can u tell about me from my baggage ris

Aquata fun fact they did call him lovely.

Ariel And it's not his fault if his ex is- well, is she really psycho?

Andrina idk ariel did she seem psycho Andrina u spent 2 days with her

Alana did u hear about the speed dating thing

Attina ugh why does this always turn into a convo about PAUL

Arista Ohhh I dunno you can tell a lot by someone's baggage

Ariel Why are kids baggage?

Andrina right what can u tell about me from my baggage ris

Aquata fun fact they did call him lovely.

Ariel And it's not his fault if his ex is- well, is she really psycho?

Andrina idk ariel did she seem psycho Andrina u spent 2 days with her

Alana did u hear about the speed dating thing

Attina ugh why does this always turn into a convo about PAUL

Ariel I mean not really, she didn't try to murder anyone or anything, I think she was just worried about her kids and it made her on edge

Alana she like stormed out in a rage just cuz he like talked to other girls lol

Andrina sorry you're the most interesting one of us

Aquata because you're boy crazed

Alana so she might kill atty

Arista I don't remember everyone's baggage. Do you have baggage?

Aquata shes defo gonna kill atty

Alana Yah don't mind me I'm boring lol

Andrina just kidding we should go back to talking about the ice castle

Aquata its been nice knowing you

Andrina i need specs

Ariel Why do you guys think she's gonna kill Teen??? Don't joke about that!!!

Attina no one is going to KILL ME

Alana I think ris is snogging van

Attina yes, let's talk about hte ICE CASTLE

Alana giving her a good old Australian kiss

Andrina dammit ris

Ariel How are you and Paul though Attina?

Attina what the hell is an australian kiss

Andrina wow

Alana oh you know

Andrina do u wanna tell her alana Andrina or me

Arista Van isn't Australian

Attina we're fine--good i think i dunno i haven't heard from him actually

Alana Like a French kiss Alana but down under

Aquata but down under Aquata ha ha

Arista Stan is Australian

Alana aqua I know you think I'm cool but come up w ur own lines

Ariel He hasn't checked on you?

Aquata I really don't think your cool so....????

Attina what an incredibly weird name

Andrina *you're

Alana Lol

Attina also no, ariel he hasn't but it's fine he's got his babies to worry about

Ariel Have you checked on him? Ariel Maybe he's too preoccupied with the babies

Arista Have you checked on the turtles???

Attina no he's got his babies to worry about

Ariel They're so CUTE

Alana they r loud

Ariel They're babies

Andrina do they do any tricks

Alana but cute ok i guess Alana patch can do a newsstand

Attina they're only a year old, paul was telling me they're starting to talk though!

Andrina wow never heard of that one before Andrina a newsstand

Ariel newsstand? Ariel what's that?

Alana he sells papers on the streets

Andrina like a 21st century newsie

Ariel No he doesn't, he's a baby

Andrina wears the lil hat and everything

Alana it's reverse child labor Alana what no

Attina that makes me want to get him a newsie hat wouldn' that be adorable

Arista Wow that's so cute!

Andrina technically newsies were employed by the papers they sold

Alana start an young Alana **THEM

Attina do they have newsie hats for babies

Andrina wow you should do that and tell paul about this very conversation

Alana sorry nails

Andrina "my sisters want to support your child's newsie career"

Attina he'd probably get a kick out of it, honestly but i can't tell him we were talking about him Attina obviously

Alana lockpicking really does a number on ur nails lemme tell you Alana u can just say we brought it up since Ariel and I met the babies sorta

Arista Maybe Stan can knit Paul's kid a Newsie hat

Alana beautiful

Attina oh! there we go!

Andrina i ship this polyamorous relationship

Alana get stan to knit me a bra

Ariel Would a knit bra be comfortable?

Attina it's not polyamorous guys and girls can be friends

Alana yeah it's like a cure bracket Alana **BRALETTE

Ariel Wait, what's polyamorous?

Alana when u r dating more than one person but like they all know Alana and r cool w it

Andrina the ideal we should all strive for

Alana and r maybe dating each other too

Attina not for me, thank you.

Alana more boys to score u, atty

Ariel Wouldn't they get jealous?? Ariel I would get SO jealous

Alana nah some people don't get super jealous

Andrina jealousy can be transcended Andrina sides ppl get jealous in monogamous relationship see ice bitch for an example

Alana ^^

Andrina she's not even IN a relationship and she's still plotting murder

Attina we don't know that Attina she could be fine with it

Andrina that mighhhht be true

Attina she could be perfectly lovely

Andrina but it also might noooot be true Andrina and judging on current data

Ariel Who's Ice Bitch again?

Andrina its more likely nooooot true

Alana ok well p sure I can get her number for u and u can ask her urself Alana perdita

Attina how are you going to get her number Attina also no.

Andrina i can stalk her and then pretend to be her friend and get the deets

Alana i have my ways

Andrina that's a more convoluted plan than alana's but more fun for me so

Alana also like the cast list

Andrina plus what else am i doing with my summer Andrina nothing

Attina i would really just like all of you to butt out of it honestly it is very tender and new and easily breakable, like the delicate ecosystem of the reef.

Ariel Why do you guys all not like her so much?

Andrina well the reef similie's convinced me

Alana Ariel scroll back to the "stormed out in a jealous rage during speed dating bc how dare Paul talk to another girl when they aren't even in a relationship"

Attina we don't know that's why she stormed out Attina maybe she had to make a phone call

Ariel Yeah

Alana I'm sure she has her reasons but the fact is atty is still entering dangerous waters

Andrina the Angriest Phone Call.

Alana lmao ok

Ariel She could have stormed out because a guy said something rude Ariel You don't know

Attina oh that's true too

Aquata yes, I'm SURE that it was because she was answering her phone Aquata or said something rude Aquata definitely

Alana and her friend ran after her bc that's what happens when u answer the phone

Attina look, i'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise.

Andrina personally i always use the buddy system when making phone calls

Alana don't say we didn't warn you Alana she's like tswift in blank space

Ariel Who ran after her?

Alana uhh redhead

Attina oh i think her name starts with an "a"

Alana ani...ta?

Ariel Then maybe a guy really did do or say something rude and her redhead friend was making sure she was okay

Andrina le gasp its one of us

Attina yes that's it! anita

Alana even ends w an a too

Attina wow that name is rather...triton isn't it, though blends better lol

Andrina can i befriend ANITA an get the deets then Andrina give me some sort of covert mission

Alana I support that

Attina i think i told you to stay out of it actually Attina no your marching orders are to stay out of it, it's not fair of you to pry into my personal business

Andrina ok does anyone have any kind of covert mission for me

Alana get another bottle from a different swynlake establishment

Andrina thnx Andrina that'll be my tuesday activity

Attina andrina no sTEALING

Ariel Ummm teach me how to fake kiss?

Andrina you just put ur hands in front of ur mouth

Ariel Doesn't that look super obvious??

Aquata how the hell did we get here?

Andrina ok to be more specific it's like your thumb. and the rest of your hand just looks like you're gently caressing the cheek of your lover Andrina its Advice with Andrina hour duh

Ariel huh

Andrina i can show you later lucky number seven i'll fake kiss u to the moon

Ariel I feel like I'm gonna laugh too much

Andrina well DONT its very SERIOUS

Attina then you'll wind up *actually* kissing her

Andrina i've kissed worse Andrina unfortunately lmao

Ariel I don't wanna kiss my sister!!! Ariel Or Marie Ariel Marie is nice and pretty but I don't really want to kiss a girl I don't think

Andrina a shame tbh they are uuuuusally better kisses

Attina never know until you try lmao

Andrina taste nice, smell nice, soft lips

Ariel But boyyyyys

Aquata it's a play, you're fine

Attina something you're not telling us andy?

Andrina ok everyone here knows i have kissed girls before i kissed brit like a few weeks ago for free shots at pixie's lmao

Adella girl kisses are much better

Andrina thank you dell

Attina there is a diff between kissing girls for drinks and kissing them because they smell nice

Ariel Wait is Andrina gay now too?

Andrina yup Andrina gay today, who knows what i'll be tomorrow

Adella are any of us gay?

Andrina isnt everyone a little gay

Ariel Isn't Arista?

Attina i'm pretty sure i'm not

Andrina ariel for the last time

Ariel I don't think I am

Andrina love u

Adella we're both bi

Andrina but just because you date or kiss a girl does not make you gay

Ariel Oh Ariel I know that!!

Andrina please google "sexuality"

Attina i think there is some liek beautiful irony to the twins being bi idk

Adella same tbh

Ariel I know about sexuality!! Ariel I just wanted to be sure

Andrina then dont ask me if im gay just cuz ive kissed a girl or two

Adella girls are great u should def kiss the girl

Aquata yet you think kissing marie will automatically make you gay

Ariel I dunno how it works, I only really like guys Ariel I didn't say that Ariel I just don't want to kiss her

Adella bet her lips are softer than dash's

Attina everyone leave ariel alone, she's still learning

Andrina oh definitely i bet dash tastes like cheese

Attina oh that's definitely true you know she uses some fancy french moisturizer or something

Adella plus isn't that a part of being an actress like ur not kissin her cause u think she's cute

Ariel Don't Ariel You can't just

Adella ur doin it cause she's ur romeo

Ariel You don't know what Dash tastes like!!

Andrina hey im js Andrina and i like cheese so Andrina it was a compliment

Adella same

Ariel I mean I guess?

Aquata hes a teenage boy, of course he tastes like cheese

Attina also good point della

Andrina yeah it's for the S T A G E

Ariel Stop talking about what my boyfriend tastes like please!!

Attina and like i *said* if you're uncomfortable, just tell simba

Ariel Maybe I'll try it. Like, just a peck or something?

Aquata there you go

Adella doesn't haveta be full tongue

Ariel I wanna make sure Dash is okay with it though

Attina well you certainly aren't going to be making out with her on stage

Aquata im sure he's going to understand conisdering its a play

Ariel Okay okay

Adella unless u wanna

Aquata though you dont need his permission for everything

Adella but i mean

Attina i doubt he's expecting anything more than a peck, could even be a cheek kiss really--whatever you're comfortable with

Adella truuuuuu

Andrina marie has to want it too also

Andrina maybe MARIE doesn't wanna kiss YOU ariel Andrina huh ever think about THAT lil missy

Ariel It's okay if she doesn't

Attina just like it's okay if you don't

Ariel I don't know how to feel if she like, really does tho

Attina it's not her decision, it's yours

Andrina let her down easy,

Ariel Okay

Adella still think it's dumb if u don't even try tho Adella js

Attina consent is important Attina even in a play

Ariel it is!

Aquata I'm pretty sure the fact that she signed on to be romeo automatically means that shes consenting to the kiss

Aquata otherwise she wouldn't have agreed

Andrina that's not true Andrina it's a teen production lol its not that big a deal if they kiss or not

Adella we're all glazing over the fact that it's just a stage kiss again

Aquata ^^^

Andrina yeah but people can still be uncomfortable with that

Adella 3 minutes ago u were on team stage kiss

Andrina i wouldn't be, but heeey who knows people got religious reasons or values or something-- i mean i totally am team stage kiss but its not THAT big a deal either way

Ariel We'll see guys okay Ariel I don't like feeling pressured though Ariel Is everyone going to be expecting us to kiss? Because then I have to at least stage kiss I don't want to let everyone down

Andrina just talk to simba and you'll be fine

Attina i think you can easily sell the performance without a kiss, but listen to andrina, talk to simba--he's been in lots of plays before, he'll know what's up.

Ariel Ugh okay

[amongwclves-archive]

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you: Twilight?

SEND ME A FANDOM AND I’LL TELL YOU - THE TWILIGHT SAGA

the first character i ever fell in lovewith: leah fucking clearwater. she just seemed like such abadass and i was 900% here for her.a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: it’s not that idon’t like her but. my obsession with rosalie hale has just gone down so muchover the years. i can’t even explain i just. coming to understand her characterbetter over the years, i realized she wasn’t who i thought she was. and notthat i don’t still like her, but i don’t obsess love her anymore.a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: i used to be very intothe idea of leah/jacob and then i realized just how fucking ridiculous the ideawas and how leah clearwater deserved better and it was just like. no. my ultimate favorite character™: embry call and jessica stanley are mychildren, pass it on. prettiest character: emily young. but also garrett because that boy hasnicer hair than i do and it's not fair. my most hated character: i have got. very little love for bella swan andedward cullen but especially edward cullen. sorry not sorry.my OTP: kate/garrett are my children. but also paul/rachel even thoughwe got literally no info on them, i’m there for it. my NOTP: jacob/leah. also jane/aro i find that ship very weird and just.it’s not for me??favorite episode: it's a book/movie series yo. saddest death: listen. killing off seth clearwater AND his sister in thesame five minutes - even if it wasn’t real - wasn't just sad. it was god damncruel.favorite season: in regards to the books, i think i enjoyed eclipsebest?? for the movies, it’s probably a tie between eclipse and new moon,depending on my mood. idk i just really like the plot in eclipse and. we allknow i love new moon because it’s a bit more wolf centric. least favorite season: breaking dawn, breaking dawn: part 1 for themovie. seriously i could literally give a rat’s ass about how horny bella isand how fucked her pregnancy was. it took me six months to read breaking dawnwhich should say something.character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: again,it’s not that i hate rosalie, i’m just not as in love with her as everyoneelse. my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: paul lahotebecause have you met the boy. but also jared cameron because he’s equallytrash.my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: leahclearwater deserved better. emily young deserved better. jessica stanleydeserved better characterization. literally every minor character, especiallyfemale ones, deserved better.my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but istill love it’ ship: okay, we know that i personally don’t think it’snasty, but i know a lot of people would call claire/quil nasty so i guess i’llcount it. also there’s a small part of me that ships jane/alec, not really in asexual way but in a romantic way i guess?? like idk their bond is fucking weirdokay but i dig it.my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ship’: esme/carlisle are honestly super cute but. i don’t think theirstoryline would ever be enough to drag me in/keep me there.

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[thestylemaven]

2am


Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker? I don't drink coffee, so alcohol by default
Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? always and forever
Do you plan outfits? I do, not always
How are you feeling RIGHT now? calm and serene 
Whats the closest thing to you thats red? the lights are out 
Turn offs? cigarette smoking, drug use, poor style, lack of culture, bad cologne, men who wear cheap sunglasses- either invest in ONE good pair or don't wear them at all, those who are small minded, people who show off money, chin straps, bulky shoes, men who are overly obsessed with their cars, men that drink shitty beers like coors light, shitty tattoos, men with shitty taste in women - who you've dated in the past can be a major turnoff Have you ever met a celebrity? quite a few - Brooklyn decker, Rachel Weiss, Parker posey, Ashley Greene, Sammy Adams, Francisco Lachowski - it comes with the territory of living in New York City Are you young at heart, or an old soul? una mezcla de dos What makes someone a best friend? loyalty, and knowing when to just shut the fuck up and enjoy the silence together What holiday do you most look forward to? Halloween and Valentine's Day You’ve got the TV on, but you’re not really watching. What channel is the TV on? I never watch televison, just stream movies or watch Netflix- but to answer the question accordingly- a documentary I streamed on Netflix or a 90s film You know at least one person named Michael. Tell me about him. My boyfriend. Michael is not his real name, but that's what his family calls him. When we first began dating, he still lived with his parents. His whole family referred to someone named Michael and I was confused as to who they were talking about until eventually i put two and two together.. If you could pick anywhere to live the rest of your life, where would it be? New York or Nice Can money buy happiness? I believe it can Do you drink? Smoke? Do drugs? Why, or why not? I only drink. I think cigarettes are glorified cancer sticks and find no desire to alter my mindset with drugs. I just don't get the appeal If your partner wanted to wait until marriage before having sex, would you stay in that relationship? No, I think sexual chemistry is vital to a relationship and I personally wouldn't be able to do that Do you believe in a god? No Early bird or night owl? Early What was the last song that was stuck in your head? losing my religion - REM Have you ever laughed uncontrollably when it was socially inappropriate? A terrible habit of mine What would you name your future daughter? My boyfriend likes the name Sade which I'm not to keen on. But I'm hoping for a boy and we've got that named picked out. Naturally, it's a secret :-) Are you any good at packing a suitcase? It's a talent of mine In your opinion, what’s the ideal age to start having children?: 28-32
Have you ever dated someone with an accent different than yours? Yes Documentaries: interesting or boring?: LOVE. exactly my television preference. Short, has a resolution at the end, informative & interesting
What brand is your desktop or laptop?: Apple If you use Snapchat, have you ever had a screenshot taken of you?: yes, yesterday was the most recent What’s your favorite flavor of tea? It's a toss up between earl grey and English breakfast What’s your favorite fall drink? I'm a fan of seasonal beer What’re you going to be for Halloween? It's a while from now but an idea my boyfriend have tossed around is Paul Stanley and gene Simmons from KISS What’s your favorite color? pale pink
Do you have a second mom? my boyfriends mother has very much so assumed that role. She calls me her daughter and we borrow each other's clothes. We live very close to his family (a few blocks) so when I'm sick she sends his dad over with soup she's made for me. So yes, I do Do you believe in ghosts, werewolves or vampires? just ghosts 
If you could live forever, would you want to? possibly maybe Which fictional movie character most resembles who you are? Appearance wise maybe sleeping beauty - high facial features - long blonde hair - fair skin. 
If you could choose the sex of your unborn child, would you want to? YES. M & I both want a boy but we both think we'll have a girl. So if I could, I would choose to have a boy 
Would you rather live longer or be wealthy? wealthy, old age seems so unappealing Describe your most recent purchase: Hermes oran sandals for summer :-) What shoes did you wear today? Black jimmy choo booties for work Who was the last person to leave you a comment on Facebook? I haven't had a Facebook in years. It exists but it's deactivated What do you use to remove makeup? I use the Eve Lom cleanser which removes makeup Name some models you think are hot. Francisco Lachowski
What’s the craziest thing you’ll ever do to your hair? I don't do anything to my hair. The craziest, if you would call this crazy, is cut it into a short bob when I was 17 Ever kissed anyone with a nipple piercing? No What about a lip piercing? No Nose piercing? Yes What did you last put on a piece of toast? I'm not a toast person What did you put in your last smoothie? Organic cocoa powder, fresh banana, frozen pineapple, coconut/almond milk blend What’s the most recent email in your inbox? An order of shipment on my most recent purchase What’s the last thing you Googled? FedEx tracking number Do you use Google or Bing? Google What’s something that makes you really paranoid? Hmm. I guess I can be a bit of a hypochondriac. I take my health very seriously - I freak out at just being sick with a cold Tea or coffee, pudding or yogurt and toast or biscuits? tea, pudding, & biscuits
Do you wear more rings or necklaces? rings Have you ever been engaged? No, I'm only 24. I can't take anyone whose been engaged prior to the age of 25 seriously. Of all the people I've known who have gotten engaged, only one of them has actually married the person they got engaged too, and it's all still possible that will ensue in divorce. Pardon me for the rant, but it's just comedic to see on social media that person you knew from high school who was engaged at the age of 21 to be flaunting a new relationship. I would be mortified Do you have any tattoos on your arms? Tattoos are trashy How much are you willing to pay for a pair of sunglasses? a pretty penny - sunglasses are a investment What is the origin of your last name? Im a descendent of a prince of Poland from the 14th century - my last name is a slight variation of his What piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? I don't care for piercings. I'd rather none actually. It's not a deal breaker though What brand of hair dye do you prefer to use? I don't use hair dye LOL
You must change your name to either Esther or Gertrude - which do you pick? I quite like the name Esther Bright red lipstick - yes or no? I rarely wear bright red lipstick. I prefer a nude gloss, very much so into natural, minimal 90's-esque makeup. But it's not a no Would you rather battle a shark or a lion…why? A shark because I believe I would have a greater chance at survival 
Do you know any songs by Fall Out Boy? Yes because 13 year old Nicole loved them
In your opinion, are leggings appropriate to wear as pants? No
If your significant other proposed to you right here, right now, would you accept? That's a tough question to answer. Probably not, but he knows it's not the right time so this question isn't realistic How do you decide if you can trust someone or not? Over time after studying their actions and what they show me. My intuition, however, does play a part Do you think you’ve found the one you want to marry yet? I have, yes Do you think it’s rude when people speak slowly when talking to people that don’t know English well? If done in a patronizing manner 
Did the last song you listened to hold any special meaning? Yes actually. M sent it to me and said it reminds him of me. Sure thing by Miguel is the song Would you ever travel by yourself? Yes
Do you expect to be married in the next two years? That's plausible Deep fried Oreos & deep fried pickles - would you try either? I've tried both
Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex. Smart & charming. Or smart & romantic. 
Snow or sand? Soda or juice? Cake or cookies? Royalty or immortality? Sand, neither.. iced tea?, cookies, royalty 
Which is more important to you: make-up or hair? hair! I always say this. You can have a full face of makeup but if you're hair looks like shit, forget it. You can walk out the door without an ounce of makeup but as long as your hair is done and your shoes are great, you can get away with anything. For an entire month would you rather have a unibrow or no eyebrows at all? unibrow Money doesn’t matter - choose a vacation destination. How tough. Maybe take an African safari 
Pick a movie at least 5 years old that you absolutely love: drive Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? I couldn’t, no. 


[ohblackdiamond]

little t&a (paul/gene, nc-17) (part 2 of 29)

part 1   part 2   part 3   part 4   part 5   part 6   part 7   part 8   part 9   part 10   part 11   part 12   part 13   part 14   part 15   part 16   part 17   part 18   part 19   part 20   part 21  part 22   part 23   part 24    part 25   part 26   part 27   part 28   part 29 

Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul's been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS' finances, Paul's comfort levels, and Gene's libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter:  "What do you mean, what else was I doing? I woke up with tits! Don't you think that's a little fucking traumatizing?" Gene and Paul try to pinpoint the root cause of Paul’s predicament.

          Gene carried the groceries in for Paul. It felt like the lousiest apology, but he didn’t know what else to do. Paul looked as if he were seconds from tears—pretty horrifying, for Gene to try to realign his whole thought process, to try and reconcile the Paul he’d known for the last eight years with the pretty brunette currently slumped over the kitchen island—and Gene didn’t know how to mitigate that, either. Paul wasn’t much of a crier. Under the circumstances, though, Gene couldn’t exactly blame him.

           “I shouldn’t have done that.”

           “Forget it.”

           “Look—I thought it might be you from the tattoo, but I had to make sure—”

           “You made sure, okay? You definitely did that much.” Paul’s elbows were resting on the counter. His mouth was pressed against his clasped hands, muffling his words. “Fuck it, Gene. You were supposed to just write me back.”

           Gene rolled his eyes.

           “Yeah, you cut off contact with everybody a month before we go back on tour, and then you send me a two-sentence postcard and expect me to act like a fucking pen-pal. C’mon, Paul.”

           “Well, obviously, I didn’t want you coming over! You think I wanted anyone to see me like this? I already had to run Peter off!”

           So that had been him earlier. Shit.

           “How did this even happen?” Medically, it was impossible. Paul probably hadn’t had this little hair on him since he was ten years old. To say nothing of the drop in height, or the total reconfiguration of his body shape. He still looked pretty similar in the face, same big brown eyes, same slightly crooked chin and full lips, but the features were a little softer. Really, he looked like a good bit like his older sister, although Gene knew better than to mention it. Paul hadn’t seen Julia in at least three years.

           The guys had always made fun of Gene for his lack of discernment, and he knew there were plenty of women that looked like dogs dotting his photo albums, but Paul was—actually kind of pretty. Or would be, if his eyes, always a little sad-looking, weren’t all watery and his mouth wasn’t glued in that firm line behind his hand. Even Peter, who, oddly enough, probably had better taste in women, looks-wise, than any of the four of them, had said Paul was cute. And the tits—shit, Gene was distracting himself. Paul had taken his time answering anyway.

           “How should I know how this happened? I woke up like this!”

           “When?”

           “Wednesday morning.”

           “That’s five days. You’ve been like this for five days?” Before Paul could answer, Gene added, bewildered, “Have you gone anywhere?”

           It wouldn’t have surprised him much if Paul had holed up in the house the entire time. He did that enough normally. Gene could understand that, to a point. Gene never knew what to do with himself off-tour, either, except get laid, but Paul usually added a healthy dose of self-pity on top of the lays. Given what had happened to him, he’d probably been feeling sorrier for himself than usual.

           Paul surprised him by bringing his hands down from in front of his mouth and nodding.

           “I drove to Peaches yesterday.”

           “You drove?”

          “You think I could’ve convinced my chauffeur I was Paul Stanley?”

           “Might have an easier time with him than you would a cop.”

           “A cop? I’m a great driver—”

           “You don’t have a license right now.”

           Paul’s lips pursed and he went quiet for a while. Like the full magnitude of his situation had only just dawned on him. Not that Gene wasn’t sympathetic. This was going to screw him over, too. The new tour a month away, and their frontman not only entirely unable to prove his identity, but—really, assuming he got the other guys and their management to believe him, what was he supposed to do? Strut onstage in that sequin-studded jumpsuit, singing about the dick he didn’t even have? Even Bill Aucoin couldn’t spin a story about Paul getting a sex change into anything close to palatable for the magazines and papers. If they didn’t get this shit fixed and turn Paul back into a guy, KISS was sunk.

           Gene let the silence hang in the air rather than try to fill it up with small talk or reassurances. He got up and started taking Paul’s groceries out of the paper bags, just to give his hands something to do. A wrapped package of deli meat, several cans of Tab, a bunch of celery, and a loaf of sandwich bread were all that was in the first bag. The groceries of a depressed catalog model, not a rockstar. He put it all up in the pantry and fridge unceremoniously. Paul didn’t have a breadbox, so Gene left the loaf on the counter next to the sink. The second bag of groceries was just as dismal, maybe worse—peanut butter, saltines, apples, and, horrifyingly, a box of Kotex. Shit. Had Paul already given up on going back to normal, or—

           “You’re not on the rag, are you?”

           “Fuck, no. Put that back.” Paul was going crimson. Gene felt sorry enough for him to drop the Kotex back into the bag and return to his seat across from him at the kitchen island.

           “Are you planning to just wait around for it? Haven’t you done anything yet?”

           “Gene, I don’t know what to do. I did get some books sent over.” Paul got up and went to the living room, returning with some paperbacks under his arm, which he dumped on the kitchen table. Usually, Paul’s reading material consisted of teenybopper magazines with his face on the cover, contracts, and his own unflattering comics of his bandmates. Now Gene found himself next to copies of The Lesser Key of Solomon, The Secret Lore of Magic, and LaVey’s The Satanic Rituals. He could’ve sworn the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up just from cracking the spines. Gene tried to swallow his nerves as best he could, tried to look at the whole deal clinically, never mind what years of yeshiva and the start of rabbinical school had taught him, but every sigil-covered page made him feel a bit ill.

           “You haven’t tried any of this, have you?”

           Paul snorted.

           “Fuck, no. I’m already going to hell, there’s no point in expediting the trip.” He blew his bangs out of his face with a breath. They settled back in front of his eyes almost immediately, and he shook his head. “I just wanted to read up. I thought if I could figure out how it happened, I could get someone else to reverse it for me.”

           “Like a witch.”

           Paul flinched slightly.

           “Well, yeah, since that’s probably who did it in the first place.” He was standing behind Gene, reaching over him and pointing at the book he’d opened. “Oh, it’s in this one. Hang on.”

           Gene shifted obediently, trying to ignore the feeling of Paul’s bare chest pressed against his back. He knew Paul wasn’t coming onto him, not consciously, at least, but—fuck, the last several years on the road had spoiled him. Every chick he got near wanted to get laid, if not by him, then by one of his bandmates. But Paul wasn’t actually a chick, a fact made all the more apparent by how utterly oblivious he was to the fact that his bathrobe was halfway open, again.

           He handed Paul the book. Paul was thumbing through it before long, in his usual way, licking his finger with every pageturn. Gene could see the remnants of black nail polish on his fingernails—still aggressively manicured—and a couple of marks beneath his knuckles.

           “What happened to your hands there?”

           “Huh? I bit them.”

           “Why?”

           Paul shrugged and cleared his throat.

           “Anyway, found it.” He pointed to a passage alongside a lithograph of a lion head. “‘Marbas, alias Barbas is a great president, and appeareth in the forme of a mightie lion—'”

           “Paul, the e on the end of ‘forme’ is silent.”

           “Shut up—‘he bringeth diseases and cureth them, promoteth wisdom’…. It’s in here, I swear—there! ‘He changes men into other shapes.’ So that’s probably the demon that whoever it was conjured up.”

           Paul looked more than vaguely pleased with himself. Gene almost felt bad for not being impressed. Almost.

           “That’s all you’ve come up with this whole time.”

           “It’s only been five days, Gene, I—”

           “What else were you doing?”

           “What do you mean, what else was I doing? I woke up with tits! Don’t you think that’s a little fucking traumatizing?”

           “You had—” Gene just shook his head.

           “I don’t have anything, Gene. You said so yourself. I don’t even have access to my own bank account. I’m done once the cash runs out.”

           Gene started to ask how much cash Paul had on hand, then thought better of it. Probably not a whole lot. Paul had the annoying habit of charging everything he could to either the label or the KISS Corporation proper while they were on tour, and not letting anyone know until the following board meeting. Off-tour probably wasn’t much different.

           “Did you make a list?” he asked finally.

           “A list?”

           “A list of anyone you think could’ve done this to you.”

           Paul shook his head.

           “That’s the thing. Nobody I know would’ve wanted to do this to me.”

           “Then maybe it’s someone you don’t know.”

           “Like who? Gene, what good does it do anybody if I’m stuck as a girl?”

           “Revenge. You have any exes into the occult?”

           “Not that I know of.” Paul cocked his head, considering. “Mostly they break up with me, not the other way around.”

           “Groupies, then?”

           “Gene, I don’t—take notes on every girl I fuck, it’s not that important to me.”

           “Did you get with anyone strange lately? Maybe, I don’t know, a cult member or something?”

           “I don’t think so—”

           “Anyone ask you anything weird? Or try and get a lock of your hair?” Gene’s knowledge of the occult was limited, but he did vaguely remember needing—what was it, the person’s clothes or hair before any magic could be done on them. At least, that was how it worked on Dark Shadows.

           “That happens every tour at least three times.”

           “I’m trying to figure this out for you.” God. Paul had had almost a week that he could’ve spent seriously researching his predicament, and all he’d done was buy a couple of books, send Gene a postcard, and sit around moping. “Did—”

           “There was this one girl who yanked out some of my chest hair a couple weeks ago,” Paul said slowly. “I didn’t really think much of it at the time. I thought it was, y’know, a kink thing. It was cool, right, kind of a you’re the boss deal—”

           Gene winced.

           “Did she say anything?”

           “She said she was going to make me feel like she did.”

           “And you didn’t think that was strange.”

           “No! It was while we were doing some S&M shit!” Paul’s face was going slightly pink. “It was fun! You go on tour and you end up with a lot of real desperate virgins and groupies with V.D. and none of them really—they just wanna do what you want, they don’t wanna ever take the lead, and this girl, she had me up against the—”

           “I get the idea,” Gene snapped, although he didn’t at all. He wasn’t picturing the encounter as it’d happened, just Paul as he was right now, up against the wall, breasts heaving, one long leg hooked around his waist. Fuck, was it hard to look at him. Gene had never been ashamed of his own lasciviousness until faced with the one person who noticed it and needed it least. “Okay. We’re going to get this taken care of.”

           “How?”

           “I’m calling Ace.”

           “Ace?” Paul was almost squeaking. “Don’t call Ace!”

           “Relax, I’m not gonna tell him what happened.”

           “Then what are you—”

           “Just trust me, Paul.”

           Gene got up and walked over to the kitchen phone. Paul looked as though he were about to argue, but then he just shook his head, watching carefully as Gene punched in Ace’s number.

           “Hey. Hey, Jeanette, this is Gene. Is Ace around? Let me talk to him for a second.” Gene rubbed the back of his head with his free hand while he waited. He could hear Jeanette calling Ace over, and a little shuffling, just before Ace picked up the phone.

           “Hey.”

           “Hey, Ace.”

           “You find Paulie?”

           “Yeah. Yeah, he’s fine. I’m at his house.”

           “What was he pulling that prima donna crap over, anyway?”

           “He’s…” It was hard to talk to Ace casually with Paul staring at him. “He’s fine. Just paranoid.”

           “Paranoid? Why?” Ace sounded a little disbelieving. Gene couldn’t blame him. “He didn’t start on some shit, did he? Thought all he took was white cross.”

           “He’s not on anything. He’s worried about the tour.” Gene paused. “You still go to that psychic, don’t you?”

           “Sometimes. Why?”

           “Do you have her number?”

           “Gene, you don’t believe in psychics or any of that—”

           “Yeah, but Paul does. I thought I’d make him an appointment, ease his mind some.” Gene watched Paul’s brow furrow, one corner of his mouth lifting up in a wary expression.

           “You’d make it for him?” Ace’s tone was dubious. “I’ve got her number somewhere. Let me find it.”

           Gene heard rustling in the background, and Ace asking Jeanette where the address book was. Jeanette said something in return, and then Gene was almost worried they’d both forgotten about the call until he heard Ace’s high voice back on the line.

           “Okay. Her name’s Suzie, she’s got a little office over in the Bronx if you wanna pop over in person. I dunno the address, though, you’ll have to call.” Ace rattled off the phone number as Gene scrambled for a pen and paper. He had to settle for a napkin. “Hey, could you tell Paul to call up Peter sometime? He’s getting kind of worried.”

           “Yeah, I will. It’s nothing personal.”

           Ace laughed.

           “Pete ain’t gonna believe that secondhand, you know that. See you, Geno.”

           “Bye.” Gene hung up the phone. Paul got up from his chair.

           “You’re getting me an appointment with Ace’s psychic.”

           “Yeah. Do you have to check your dance card first?”

           “Psychics can’t reverse curses,” Paul said flatly.

           “Do you have a better idea?”

           “No.”

           “Then you’re going.” Before Paul could protest, Gene snatched the phone off the hook again and started dialing. “Get dressed. I’m pretty sure she’ll be willing to pencil you in quick.”