#derry's new direction

[skyfullofpods]

Happy audio drama Sunday, friends! This week brought the exciting return of @hellofromthehallowoods after its mid-season break, the wonderful conclusion of Elas' arc in @storiesfromylelmore's season finale, and a brand new location for @lostterminalpod's Seth!

[bitches-who-write]

hey could you write a head cannon that the bowers gang find out that their little siblings have made their own little gang with the other bowers gang little siblings and the only reason they found out was that someone who messed with them come up to them asking for them to keep their crazy siblings on a leash because they beat the crap out of them.

Hi there!  We’ve combined this ask with your other ask similar to it.  Hope you enjoy!

(Below is character refrence from your request): 

Siblings are called the Mini Bowers Gang

Mia Bowers (Henry little sister)

Maddie Hockstetter (Patrick little sister)

Olivia Criss (Vic little sister)

Sam Huggins (Belchs little brother)

Warnings: Swearing, mild violence implied.

The Bower’s gang had no idea that their younger siblings formed their own little gang.

It wasn’t until Chad O’keif, Derry’s popular, asshole jock approached Henry, Patrick, Belch and Vic. 

Chad rushes up to the guys furiously with a busted lip.

“Hey!  Bowers!  You better keep a leash on those brats of yours or else next time-“. 

Before Chad dares to finish his sentence, he catches himself.  For once the dumb jock uses his brains.

Everyone in town knows you don’t  threaten the Bowers gang.

Especially a threat directed towards their little siblings.

It’s not that the guys are sweet and over-protective of their siblings.  Quite the opposite though

But there’s still an unspoken vow that only they can mess with their little siblings.

The guys circle in on Chad, glaring to the point that he’s so uncomfortable, he can’t maintain eye contact anymore.

Visibly nervous, Chad clears his throat. “They’re down at the barrens.  They attacked me for no damn reason.” His voice trails off.

Everyone but Henry laugh hearing the news.

Henry shoves Chad to the ground, flipping his switch blade out.

“If I find out you messed with them, I’ll fuckin' end you.  Watch yourself.”  Henry threatens, stopping his blade into the ground before lifting Chad to his feet and pushing him forward.

“Now get the fuck out of my face.” 

And with that, Chad went running. 

The guys make their way down to the barrens to see what their little sibling are up to/ what all the commotion is about.

Before their siblings are even in sight, you can hear Maddie Hocksetter yelling, clearly instigating a fight.

As the guys approach, they see Mia Bowers straddling Beverly with both Sam Huggins and Olivia Criss holding her down.

Maddie was kneeling beside them, egging Mia on.

“Come on Mia, she deserves it, look what she did to Olivia!!”

As the guys get closer, they notice Olivia Criss’s nose was bloody. 

“HEY!  FUCKERS!” Henry shouts, causing them all to flinch and stop in their tracks.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Beverly kicks and twists, breaking free from Sam and Olivia, and knocking Mia off of her.

Maddie goes to grab her again but Patrick eyes her, slowly walking toward his sister with a creepy, sinister look on his face.

Maddie knows despite Patrick being her older brother, that it wouldn't stop him from doing something bad.

I mean look at what Patrick did to his little brother, RIP.

“Maddie… I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He says, voice dripping with malice.

Normally Maddie isn’t intimidated by anyone but when it comes to Patrick (and hell, even Henry), she’s terrified.  She listens to her older brother and takes a step back.

Patrick grabs Beverly’s arms as she was slowly trying to back away into the woods.

Vic grabs this sisters face, examining her bloody nose. “Lucky isn’t not broken, kid.” 

Belch shoves his younger brother, Sam, blaming him for letting this happen since he’s in charge of looking out for the girls. 

“Someone want to explain what the actual fuck is going on here?”  Henry glare at each of them, especially his own kid sister, Mia.

Maddie was the first to speak up, nodding towards Beverly.  “This bitch hit Olivia!”

Patrick is holding Beverly in place by keeping her arms behind her back and trapped against his chest.

“Is that so?”  He smirks, getting close to Beverly’s ear and chuckling when she flinches. God he loves to make people squirm.

“Th-that’s not what happened!”  She retorts, clearly anxious as she’s surrounded. Her eyes tearing up until she begins to cry.

Vic approaches Beverly with a pissed off expression.

“Ya know Beverly, we don’t give a fuck if you’re a girl or not.  Hit my sister and I end you.”

Belch tries to diffuse the situation now, feeling somewhat sorry for Beverly as he sees the terror in her eyes.

Between being surrounded by both Bower’s gang, the Mini Bowers Gang, Vic threatening her, and Patrick giving her an unwanted embrace (cuddle with a struggle), it was enough to make even the toughest person break.

Hell even the jock, Chad, got beat up by the Mini Bowers so that’s saying something.

After some convincing, the others agree to let her go but not without another threat.

Once Beverly takes off running for her life, the Mini Bowers laugh hysterically feeling accomplished.

“So how did we do?!”  They ask the guys, looking for approval.

Henry scoffs.  “You got some work to do considering”. He says as he checks Olivia’s face.

Vic interjects. “But we’ll admit you’ll did a good job on fuckin’ Chad."

Belch nudges his little brother with approval as they laugh.

The other swing their arms over their little sister's shoulders as they walk off teaching them new fighting techniques. 

[czbersta1ker]

Love In Broken Shards

Chapter 2,

*Also on Ao3 and Wattpad*

(Y/N) arrives home in Derry after 4 long years away, and her bleach blond neighbour comes to say hey to the new girl who moved into the old (Y/L/N) house, only he never saw a for sale sign?

Collapsing onto the sofa in her lounge (Y/N) let out a huge sigh and contemplated just going to sleep right there and then, but she still needed to redecorate her room since it was still the same kiddy aesthetic from before her move. This is because her mom and dad never sold their home in Derry, instead it just sat there empty with a cleaner coming around every once in a while to make sure the house didn’t end up like that run-down one on Neibolt Street. God, that house always gave (Y/N) the shivers whenever she and the boys passed it on their bikes - her boys…

She wondered if they were any different than how she left them four years ago, obviously they would be different, she thought to herself looking in the hallway mirror as she made her way upstairs. (Y/N) had changed for the better, she had had her braces taken off and she changed out her glasses for contacts and now knew how to put on foundation, concealer, blush, bronzer- well the list could go on. The most noticeable changes to (Y/N) would have to be her body and style though, when she left Derry (Y/N) had only just started going through puberty so now as she stood inspecting herself in the mirror she smirked at how hot she had turned out. She brushed her hands over her round hips and thin waist looking at her tits in her hot pink top and giggled to herself remembering what one of her old friends Amy had told her…

 

“(Y/N), the most important rule of girlhood is this…” The girls giggled at (Y/N)’s wide curious eyes, the four older girls who took (Y/N) under their wing reminded her of her old friends in Derry a bit, she still spoke to them every so often over the phone but even then the calls were getting fewer and fewer. “The bigger your tits are, the more stuff you can get boys to do for you!” Amy whispered in (Y/N)’s direction, though she didn’t really need to as it was just Amy, Dotty, Tiffany, Mary and (Y/N) sat on Tiffany’s bedroom floor. Furrowing her eyebrows slightly (Y/N)’s gaze flickered over all the girls eyes pretending not to be confused but it didn’t take a rocket-scientist to tell the girls (Y/N) didn’t know what tits were, sure the boys used to talk about how Greta Bowie was the first girl in their grade to get tits but even then she just nodded along. Sighing Dotty grabbed her boobs in each hand and gave them a squeeze and a jiggle and laughed when (Y/N)’s cheeks burned red. 

“Ohh… those. But why- how do I make them do stuff for me?” The younger girl asked.

Getting up and kneeling in front of her bag Mary unzipped it and pulled out a piece of pink fabric, and threw it over to (Y/N) smiling, holding it up in front of her, her face grew even more red. The hot pink fabric was a t-shirt - barely - with white spaghetti thin straps that crossed at the back, the bottom of the shirt was short at the back and wrapped around to the front where it became longer and pointed. It was the sluttiest thing (Y/N) had ever seen before (having lived in the very conservative Derry, Maine her whole life), and she loved it. Looking up at the girls smiling at her with those motherly sweet smiles Mary spoke up at last.

“Keep it, pretty sure my tits have outgrown it anyway!” And she did.

 

Adjusting the cute top on her body, pulling it tightly around her chest and straightening out the denim skirt that had been rumpled from the drive over from the airport. (Y/N) smiled sadly, just because she was excited to see her old friends again, didn’t mean she didn’t miss the girls who helped her throughout the four most lonely years of (Y/N)’s life. Shaking the thoughts from her head she made her way upstairs to her bedroom, seeing the dark grungey vibe she had chosen for her room before she went away. With old band posters and stolen movie posters plastered on every available surface, bed covers shittily dyed black after she and Reggie had snuck the crisp white sheets into her parents dark wash, the old black and red rug with the skull face on it stared at her as if to say ‘Where have you been for so long?’. So with a heavy feeling in her chest, (Y/N) set out to redecorate her room exactly how it had been in LA at her Aunt Jenny’s place; the movers had been there a few days before (Y/N) and her Aunt to makes sure they had all of (Y/N)’s stuff and whatever else she would been for the time being. Her parents had called recently (for the first time in months might I add) and told Jenny that they wouldn’t be back when they promised they would and that they needed to stay an extra couple months in whatever country they were in now, this did not go down well with Jenny. (Y/N) knew Jenny loved her, probably more than her own mother did, so when she told (Y/N) she had fought long and hard with her sister over the phone for (Y/N) to move back to Derry on her own until her parents returned she knew it wasn’t because Jenny wanted her gone; but because she could see (Y/N) was getting more and more miserable after her four girlfriends had left for college last semester. Well it’s safe to say (Y/N) treated her Aunt to dinner that night.

 

First, she started with taking all of the old clothes she had left behind in her closet and stuffing them all into a trash bag to take to the thrift store that used to be in town, if it was still open. Next (Y/N) unpacked all of her new clothes she had curated over her years in away, pretty fabrics of white and pink fluttered on hangers on one side of her closet, low-rise denim of all varieties hung next to them while her cute coats and jackets were hung at the furthest end. Heels, boots and heeled-boots all lined the floor of her closet and (Y/N) smiled at her collection - Boy was she proud of it, everything in her closet cost her every dime she’d ever saved from her part time waitressing job near her old high school.

To say she missed high school would be a lie, but she missed her friends who were now across the country in different colleges having finished High School before (Y/N), as she was only just starting her senior year; in Derry High. Setting her thoughts aside (Y/N) realized she had been staring into her closet for a while like a weirdo, huffing a laugh at herself she moved to start peeling posters off her walls. After getting the majority of them free (Y/N) decided to keep some up like Nirvana, Radiohead, a Breakfast Club poster and her now favorite (that was her least back favorite then) a Jennifer's Body poster, God she loved that film now. Putting up some newer posters she had collected in different stores and malls (Y/N) could hear Jenny in the kitchen downstairs putting the groceries she’d just bought for (Y/N) away. Aunt Jenny was flying back to California tonight so she would be gone by the time (Y/N) woke up, god she’s going to miss her Aunt, Jenny had basically become her mother in the time they were away, but (Y/N) decided not to dwell on it too much and be thankful she was finally home.

 

After an hour or two (Y/N) was basically finished, her hot pink bedding lay beneath her with a leopard print blanket on top, there were a few posters up and some pictures - including multiple of her icon Paris Hilton. What, can you blame her? Paris Hilton is so cool. Her pink Juicy Couture tracksuit lay over the vanity chair, on it stood her makeup, skin care, perfume and other odd bits. Sighing constantly, the girl closed her eyes and smiled to herself finally relaxing after a long, long day. Until she heard her Aunt Jenny calling her,

“C'mon down princess! There’s someone who’s come to say hello!” 

“Ughh, coming!” (Y/N) replied practically rolling out of bed. Yes it was only 1pm, but she had had a long day so it’s justified; passing her floor-length mirror (Y/N) smiled at her reflection, blowing a kiss at herself before her eyes caught the pictures she’d stuck on the edge of her mirror. Her boys… For months they’d exchanged photos back and forth, until she started to feel slightly self-conscious of how she was changing.


“So (Y/N)...” Vic had hummed down the phone, the others giggling in anticipation, “What’s with the skirt? I mean, yeah we know you’re like- a girl and all, but it’s a bit weird right?”

“Yeah like what are you gonna start doing next… wearing fucking makeup?” Henry exclaimed, making the boys cackle at the idea - okay so they were a bit mean sometimes but (Y/N) was used to it, it still made her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she looked in the mirror at her first attempt of a face of makeup though. “God, don’t tell me you’re turning into fucking Greta Bowie just ‘cause you’re at a new school!” Reggie laughed. (Y/N) scoffed at them down the phone, “Fuck off! Jenny made me wear it for the photo… She fucking dropped it though and i’m not sure when i can get a new camara so.”

 

Jenny hadn’t dropped the camera that day, but shame clung to (Y/N)’s bones at her best friends’ words so she had lied to them - they continued sending her their own photos though. Reaching a finger out (Y/N) gently touched the last one they sent her, in Reggie's car (a bright blue Trans Am he got for his 16th birthday) Patrick and Vic we in the backseat grinning like devils while Henry sat in the passenger seat like the entitled brat he is, with Reggie driving. The photo was snapped through the sparkling clean windshield, (Y/N) thinks it was Vic’s mom taking the picture but it could’ve been anyone really. They all looked so happy, pointing to the middle seat in the back with an A4 sheet of paper taped to the headrest, the words ‘(Y/N)’s Seat’ in thick black pen marked it. It made her tear up when she brought it up over the phone that night.

Finally back from memory-lane, (Y/N) made her way downstairs, chunky white gogo boots thudding on the stairs as she rounded the corner into the kitchen, walking right into the chest of a tall boy. Gasping as she felt gravity do its thing, a warm hand snaked around her waist pulling her back into its owner's chest, (Y/N)’s hands flew out to steady herself feeling the taut muscles beneath her hands she stepped back quickly. Thinking about how she could play this to her advantage (Y/N) thought of everything her friends had ever taught her about men.

“Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed, suppressing a smirk while pressing her manicured fingers to cover her eyes, day 1 and she’s about to catch a fish. 

“I’m just so tired, it’s such a long flight to Maine from Calif- Victor?!” (Y/N) shouted, shock and embarrassment coursing through her veins, her stomach dropped. Oh. My. God. Taking him in (Y/N) notices he had bleached his hair since their last photo was sent, he was tall - definitely taller than (Y/N) and Jenna - his arms were toned but still as pale as they had been when she’d left. Her gaze trailed down his pale arms to his long fingers still wrapped around her waist… Wait- WHAT? Her head snapped up to his face and saw his expression, (Y/N) thinks all 5 stages of grief pass by before he finally lets her go, arms dangling by his sides. Vics mouth hung open, adam's apple bobbing up and down, his piercing blue eyes burning holes into her body. He did not meet her eyes until he was finished drinking her clothes and body like a starved man, even then it seemed like a task to drag his eyes away from her.

 “Wha- Sorry what did you say?” The blond boy said, almost whispering, brow raised as he tried to place where he could’ve possibly met this gorgeous girl before for her to know his name. “Do I… know you?” He finally decided on.

“Vic! It’s me, (Y/N)! Mom and dad finally let me come home!” (Y/N) grinned at him with perfectly straight white teeth, no braces in sight, but all Victor Criss could focus on was how hot his childhood best friend had grown up to be,

that and the tightening in his pants.

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[girlystories]

L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie. Additional warnings: swearing, depictions of child abuse. Words: 3.5k

previous part here

Chapter 3: Everywhere

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑'𝐒 front windows were rolled down, filling it once again with a satisfying breeze. The tired girl resisted the urge to lay her legs on the dashboard, knowing her dad wouldn't let that slide. He had just finished his pack, holding his last cigarette while driving.

[Name]'s bored eyes stared at the road. "Whose idea was it to have a barbecue at fall?"

Her dad shook his head. "Come on. Why do you have to be so down in the dumps all the time?"

"What does that even mean?"

"Just try and act happy when we arrive. It's the least you can do."

She scratched above her eye, in an effort to calm herself. It was like he viewed her as a nuisance. "Why did you want me to come with you in the first place? Don't you want to catch up with your old friend alone?", she took off her shoes and wrapped her arms around her knees, before adding, "since I bother you so much."

He sighed irritably at the comment, glancing at her. "Now why do you have to do that? You know that's not what I meant."

She stayed silent for a moment, still looking out the window. "So who is this friend?"

He didn't answer at first, wanting to resolve the small argument that began since this morning but also not wanting to bother at the moment as well. "He's a colleague of mine and an old classmate."

She leaned forward and turned the music up from the radio but her dad turned it off right after.

"[Name]," he said sternly. "Please."

She forced herself to look at him, groaning under her breath.

"I don't want to argue with you. I just want to adjust here after what happened...", he sighed. "I know you need it too."

[Name]'s eyes softened when she noticed his expression. She didn't know exactly why she woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day. Maybe it was because of the new environment or maybe the sudden lack of direction.

"Yeah, I guess so..."

They didn't say much on the rest of the ride, only asking why Richie and her uncles didn't come with them, which was answered by a rather half-assed excuse from Richie that he'd hang out with his friends.

She noticed that whoever's house they were going to was just out of Derry, being more noticeable by the sudden switch to a dirt road. She looked confused behind her, seeing the town fade a little in the distance. Trees passed them as they drove towards a rather large house. What was more noticeable was the farm house and the variety of animals roaming around. She didn't question it however, and got out the car just as they came to a stop.

She held a plastic container with some homade brownies for a simple yet enjoyable gift. They couldn't go there empty handed, so last night instead of doing nothing she thought it'd be a great idea to make a good first impression.

She took her time looking around the place, seeing the chickens and cows eating the grass. As she looked over at the house she felt an unnerving aura from it, and she hoped she was just being stupidly paranoid. It wasn't at all inviting in a way she couldn't describe. She ran after her dad when she noticed she was left behind.

She hid slightly behind him as he knocked the door. It was opened after a few moments by a middle-aged man.

"[Father name]," he said enthusiastically, greeting the both inside as he moved to the side. "Come on in."

The house was rather... glum and dark, looking completely different from the white appearance it had from outside, but it still had that stange vibe. The wall's cracks somehow revealed a hidden story behind it, as well at the holes that weren't as apparent behind the ripped wallpaper. She didn't want to judge in any way, but by the looks of the way someone "tidied" the place made it seem that no woman lived there, or set foot in that building to be exact.

"Sir, we've bring you some brownies. I hope you like them," [Name] said.

It was as if he hadn't noticed her at first by the surprised look on his face. "That's kind of you. You must be [Name], right?"

She nodded. "That's me."

"This is my daughter I told you about," her dad said proudly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "[Name], this is Butch. We were inseparable during our school years."

Butch laughed. "I have to tell you stories during that time. That reminds me, I think I remember you," he told her.

"You do?"

"Yeah, when you were about this tall," he said laughing, depicting a much shorter [Name] with his palm. "I can't believe you've grown so much. You're like a flower that has just bloomed. So beautifully too."

The smile he had when he said that ran a chill down her spine and she chuckled nervously. "Thank you."

His smile faded suddenly. "[Father name]. The thing is that I don't believe today is a good day for barbecue."

The said man rose a brow. "Oh? Why's that?"

He groaned in annoyance as he recalled something. "My stupid son forgot we have guests today and didn't prepare the meat. I should've known. He never does anything right."

"It's alright, I don't mind. We could just go out and eat somewhere in town. I'm sure your son must have been busy."

"Thanks for being understanding," he turned his attention back at [Name]. "Could you go call my son from upstairs? I don't know what's taking him so damn long."

"Sure. Um, where do I put this?", she asked and motioned at the brownies still in her hands.

"I'll take that," he did just as he said, "now go and tell him if he doesn't get down right now I'll have to drag him myself."

She didn't question it and made her way to the second floor. She felt kind of bad for the guy, but she didn't want to jump into any conclusions. As she passed the living room – which was full of empty beer bottles that weren't hidden well – she held back the need to gag at the terrible smell of nicotine.

Upstairs, she passed the bathroom and stopped at what she assumed was the guy's bedroom. She knocked the door, "hey, your dad said to come downstairs."

No answer. A few seconds passed and she knocked again.

"We're going out to eat. I don't know where but I hope somewhere good," she added jokingly. Still no answer. She hesitantly turned the handle, opening it and stepping inside. "Are you sleeping or something?"

It didn't take her long to realize the room was empty. Well, except the countless thrown clothes on the floor. The bed was unmade, but no one was laying on it. She rubbed the back of her head, confused.

She peeked her head out the door and yelled out: "He's not here!"

"What? Where the hell is that–", Butch's yell came from downstairs, continuing with a murmur while [Name] took a look around.

She approached the room, which had posters of Metallica, Megadeath and other metal bands she didn't know of, and some of women wearing inappropriate clothes in various poses, making anyone question the limit of the flexibility of the common person. There were some pictures on the selves, and upon inspection, as she grabbed one, was a group of young boys – four to be exact, having toothy grins on their faces. All except one, who instead showed the smallest smile, but not in a shy way as one might believe. She was about to look at another picture but another sound make her stop.

A loud snarky voice came from downstairs after the snap of someone shoving the door open, though not a yell but still loud. Quickly and loudly the person walked upstairs, which made [Name] almost jump by the speed when he barreled towards the room, only stopping when she was seen standing in the center. They were clearly hot happy with their visitors.

The boy's surprised expression lasted for a split second when his brows furrowed deeply, and he grabbed the picture frame from her.

"What the hell are you doing here?", he snapped.

Her legs froze on the wooden floor. She knew all well those blue eyes and stupid ashy hair. That goddamn ugly mullet.

It was Henry.

Henry-motherfucking-Bowers.

He was covered in sweat and a brown gooey substance that she hoped in God was only mud. He wore overalls this time that were tucked inside his muddy boots. Underneath he wore a tight black shirt. His sleeves were tucked above his elbows once again, but something told [Name] that this time it wasn't because of his usual fashion choice.

She crossed her arms, in a way not to show her also shocked reaction on how things turned up, "turns out my dad knows yours."

"Great, fucking great," his nostrils flared. "Another new piece of shit in this town."

She scoffed. That was uncalled for. "Oh, poor you. Like I wanted this. I would prefer to stay home rather than spend the day with you."

His anger increased, but instead he held a snakry grin. "Oh? So you already know of me?"

"Word travels fast it seems, Bowers."

She couldn't lie that she didn't keep asking her cousin and Jamie and Evelyn – and slightly Aiden, but he didn't reveal much – about him and the rest of the gang. She found out pretty quick about their acts around town and that her bleach blonde classmate wasn't how he seemed when they first met. During school he didn't dare get in trouble, but later in the afternoon he was a completely different person. The larger guy from the rest was considered the most chill of the group, despite the incident that happened the day before in the cafeteria. She was told that the other two were the most feared, Bowers and Hockstetter, even though she didn't know much about the dark heared member.

Henry's grin widened at the use of his name. He was about to say something when another shout came from downstairs.

"Don't take your sweet fucking time, Henry! We have to go!"

He flinched just meekly that it would take someone to pay close attention to notice it. He grabbed her wrist and forcefully shoved her out of his room, obviously not too happy with her in his property.

"Ow! Hey!", she yelled.

He didn't care about her almost tripping and slammed the door at her face.

   In the end it was agreed they'd drive in one car instead of two, which happened to be the one [Name]'s dad was driving, resulting in a rather awkward ride between the duo of teens in the back seat. The fathers didn't seem to notice the hostility around them, chatting and laughing loudly.

She couldn't help but glance at the angsty blonde on her right every now and then, who was glued to the door, looking out the window with crossed arms. He had changed into a pair of jeans and he wore the same denim jacket. He still had that angry look on his face, as if it was set on default while his mullet was way messier than yesterday.

She was humming alongside the lyrics of Fleetwood Mac from the radio when she heard someone call her name.

"Don't be rude. Butch is talking to you," her dad said.

"Oh, sorry... Could you repeat that?", she swore she caught a glimpse of Henry rolling his eyes.

"I was just telling you about the day I met this piece of treasure here," he let out a laugh and patted her dad on the shoulder, who also laughed in response. "One time I was driving home, you know on the dirt road after Witcham Street. Yeah well, I was driving home – I was about twenty-four or five at that time – and I saw a fallen motorcycle – it was a BSA Gold Star I think. Shame, it was a beauty! Well anyway, there was a unconscious man laying next to in, and, of course, I had to check on 'im. How do you know! – it was none other than [Father name] over here!"

The girl's eyes widened, "What?!"

He laughed, smacking his knee, "I will never forget that day. This peace of shit almost gave me a heart attack,"

the other man cleared his throat, interrupting him.

"Sorry, sorry... so anyway, I rushed to the nearest hospital – and as you know we didn't have a hospital back then in Derry, so I had to drive for twenty minutes. In the end he survived with only a broken leg and he was out after five days. Your father here is made out of steel!"

She leaned from her seat, grabbing both front seats to get a closer look at her dad. "Dad, is that true?"

"Yeah, well...", he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his nose with his thumb. "That's why you're never getting a motorcycle."

She pouted her cheeks. "Why? That's not fair."

He laughed again, this time in a teasing way. "We'll see. That all depends on your grades, missy."

"You wan' a bike? Not really ladylike," Butch informed. As if reminded of his existence [Name] sat back in her seat, her knee accidentally brushing the guy's next to her.

"I'm sure she would be fine, Butch."

The man shrugged, forgetting the subject. "Anyway, good times, good times... Nothing can rewind time unfortunately," he sighed loudly. "Enough about that, I'm sure you remember living in Derry, right? This town is anything but unmemorable."

"Uhm, hmm," she placed her forefinger on her bottom lip. "I guess a little. Maybe middle school... and me playing in the backyard..." A core memory suddenly popped into her mind. Of her mom. But she didn't want to think about her at the moment. "I also remember riding my bike, that was fun."

"That's it? I swear you used to hang with Henry over here," he revealed, looking at his son with a neutral look she couldn't describe. "Don't you remember, son?"

There was a pause of silence that lasted longer than expected. Too long, that she couldn't make out what he was thinking. Now that she thought about it more, she recalled vague memories playing in a large yard. No... it was a farm. She also remembered the animals. She chased after them too. The thing she didn't remember, though, was playing with Henry. She would surely remember a cruel bratty little devil bothering or bullying her. The other thing she remembered was a woman living there with her child that had long blonde hair and a big toothy smile, while the dad was usually absent.

"No," he finally answered, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Huh," Butch turned his head back forward, "Maybe it was another girl."

The diner was pretty small, but also chill and welcome, not at all fancy. Perfect for hangout between dads, but not so suited for two kids that didn't get on a good start. It wasn't because of the way he bumped onto [Name], but because of what she heard. She wasn't the type of person to believe in rumors, but there must have been a reason everyone fucking hated their guts. They even bullied her cousin. That's a good and reasonable reason. Also his attitude was really getting on her nerves. He could at least act nice, especially in front of his dad.

He was behaving like a bratty kid, seating in the same way he sat in the car: crossed arms and leaned back, manspreading. He was opposite from them and next to his dad.

[Name] leaned her head on her palm, playing with her food, or in better words, her leftover crumbles. The two fathers kept talking and talking, making her zone out on most of it. They kept saying old stories and whatever new stuff happened in Derry.

She glanced over at Henry, who didn't touch his fries one bit. He was glaring at her, which she couldn't take seriously and found honestly pretty funny. She rose a brow, in a way asking him, *what are you looking at?*

This made his breathing quickler, as if trying to calm himself down. Before she did anything to make him any more mad, his dad spoke.

"Eat your food. I didn't pay this for nothing," he said, his tone completely shifted from the one previously.

Henry froze again, not daring to look at him. Instead looking down. After what felt like hours, he said, "I'm going out."

He got up and left quickly, while also not making any eyecontact with anyone. Butch's head followed after him, until he had completely gone out of the diner. The sound of the bell above, then the shut of the door followed. Butch's eyes made chills run down [Name]'s spine.

Butch parted his lips in order to grumble another snarky remark, but [Name] got up suddenly.

"Uh, I, um, gotta go out too," she stumpered out before thinking. "Gotta hang out with some friends from school."

"You made friends already? Who?", her dad asked.

"Uh, Aiden." She said, whoever came to her mind at the moment. "Yeah, sorry. I totally forgot about that."

He sighed, "Okay, fine. You can go."

"Okay, talk to you later," she said and was about to leave, before turning back around. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Butch."

Just as she departed the diner her dad thought out loud, "wait, I thought I told you to cancel any- Ah, what the heck."

She didn't realize it before but it was literally freezing outside. October came like bitch. It was obvious it'd snow any minute now.

She immediately looked around, looking for Henry, which she did, since he kicked a dumpster over, sending all the trash flying. That made her regret her decision instantly.

She stayed outside of the diner, hugging herself and shivering, staring at his back, not knowing what to do.

Then he started leaving.

Fuck.

She quickly followed after, her fast but short legs trying to catch up after him.

What the hell was she doing?

Whatever she thought before clearly didn't really matter to her anymore, but she had to find somewhere warm to go. It'd be super embarrassing to go back at the diner. The two men would probably think she was a loser and got stood up or something.

But what was happening right now would probably also be considered embarrassing, if not more.

Maybe she should just follow him secretly and learn more about his secret wicked ways? Find some sort of secret to blackmail him into not bullying Richie anymore.

Or just go home. Which was kinda far, so she'd probably freeze until then.

Her breathing became heavier from both the cold and her lazy body suddenly having to walk so quickly. Just then Henry stopped. She also stopped. She quickly realized he was at a bus stop and he took out a cigarette, lightning it up and inhaling it. He shifted on one leg and placed a hand inside his denim jacket, shivering ever so lightly. He wasn't dressed properly for the weather, yet he refused to feel any cold. He looked to the right as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

It took her a minute to realize he had noticed her.

Shit.

"The fuck you lookin' at?"

She didn't know what else to do but to walk up to him, awkwardly sitting down at the wooden seat.

"Oh, hi," she tried to act casual, but obviously failing. "Cold weather we're having, huh."

"Are you fucked, Trashmouth no. 2?"

"Jeez, why are you always so fucking angry?"

"None of your fucking business, Missy," he snapped, using the nickname her father gave her, but sounding it way differently. "Why the hell did you follow me, you weirdo. Are you that pathetic you follow random people around just so they would talk to you?"

"No... I was just bored," she shrugged, her leg bouncing nervously. "Are you that egotistical, Bowers?"

And she used his name again.

If it were another day he'd definitely mess with her in a more fucked up way, she wouldn't dare approach him ever again, but now he wasn't really feeling it.

"Then why not just ask your old man to give you a ride home? Would make this shit all easier for me"

"Huh? Why?"

He threw his cigarette at the concrete, stepping on it with his heel.

"'Cuz I'm bored out my fuckin' mind, that's why. I wanna go back at the farm."

"Why not ask your dad for a ride then?", she placed her hands inside her pockets as a wind went past them.

He shot her a glare, yet said nothing. After a few minutes she thought to say something. Unfortunately, whatever she chose upon was too late as a bus had stopped.

Henry got on in without saying a word. Moments later she sat the alone, shivering, confused and with regret. She shouldn't have left the stupid diner.

She walked back home. Fortunately, she had brought her keys with her.

[hadesoftheladies]

FEMALE MOVIE/TV RECS (PART 1 / FANTASY)

got inspired from a recommendation post so decided to make a list of movies and shows with female-centric stories/female protagonists. since i can't post all of the genres in one post, i'll split it into multiple posts and y'all can save or add to the list as you wish. (disclaimer: i have watched most of these, but i only know about the existence of others. not every movie/show on these lists will be my recommendation. my recommendations will be beneath the list with reasons. also some of these are way better than others in terms of storytelling/performance--which is why i'll list my faves separately):

#1. FANTASY/ADVENTURE (LIVE ACTION)

Common Themes of Media In the List:

-Strong female friendships

-Romance critical (or anti-romantic centrism)

-Emphasis on female-female relationships

-Warrior girls and women

-Revenge against awful men

-Distrust of male love interests

Ones I Haven't Watched:

His Dark Materials

Everything Everywhere All At Once

Paradise Hills

Crimson Peak

Outlander

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

House of the Dragon

The Nevers

Cursed

NOT LISTED BUT QUALIFIES

Pan's Labyrinth

Mary Poppins

Twilight

The Craft

The BFG

PERSONAL NOTES FOR THE ONES I'VE WATCHED

The School for Good and Evil

5/10

There were many things about it that were good. The chemistry between the two leading actresses, the primacy of friendship over romance, the effects, the costume and set design, the insane cast (Charlize Theron, Cate Blanchett, Michelle Yeoh, Kerry Washington?!) and the score. Some of the performances were good, too. The pitfalls of the film had more to do with the writing and directing. Some scenes were rushed, some dialogue was embarrassingly bad, some plot points were just nonsensical and childish. The magic system was also not well executed (though I've seen worse).

It's mostly mid, but the ending is refreshing for the fairytale genre and if you like fairytale fluff, you'll probably be more willing to forgive the film's transgressions. If you can, there'll be a lot of fun left to have with it.

2. Damsel

6.5/10

More action than fantasy and with a much smaller cast. Most of the movie focuses on Millie's character. The performances in this were pretty good, though. If you like heroines getting revenge, non-cliche fantasy stories involving princesses, and dragons, this movie is right up your alley! Also the costuming is delightful! It's predictable, but it is also entertaining.

3. Willow

7/10

This show was just fun. Fantastic effects, female heroics, tomfoolery, lesbians, action, evil forces, cool costuming, lesbians, sword-play, riddle-solving, dumbass princes, sarcastic mentors, and lesbians! This show knew exactly what it was trying to be. Aside from some poor performances, my overall impressions is positive.

4. Wednesday

7/10

I personally enjoy Wednesday Addams' character wherever I see her. Having a whole show of her was just a treat. I didn't care for the typical highschool-shenanigans (like the cliques) as much, but there were many enjoyable elements in this for me. Particularly, the effects, the crime, the other female characters, and the ending. It's entertaining and pretty to look at. Also I'm always on my wenclair propaganda.

5. Shadow & Bone

6/10

I've read the Six of Crows duology and the first book of the Shadow & Bone trilogy, so for me this show was a let down. For new watchers, however, you'll find interesting female characters, cool effects, and an entertaining (though sometimes choppy) plot. Inej Ghafa is my queen forever, regardless.

6. Renegade Nell

7/10

This is puts the fantasy in revenge fantasy. I love all the actresses from Derry Girls, and Louisa Harland is still charming in this. It's basically if Gentleman Jack (same director, I think) and Tinkerbell teamed up. Or if Little Women was also Pirates of the Caribbean but instead of taking to the sea it was highway robbery! The action sequences are so fun, the villains are nuanced (particularly the villainess) the comedy isn't overbearing (like I forgot I was watching a Disney show tbh) and the silly towel boy from Ted Lasso is here! I personally had fun. I hope it's renewed.

7. Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass

7/10 (i love these so much so it's 8/10 for me)

It sucks that Depp is in this, but I can never ever forsake my girl Mia Wasikowska. I just love these movies. I love the design, the music, the costumes, the irreverence toward marriage and romance, Alice's personality and relationship with her mother, how it tackles the pathologisation of female autonomy, the performances, etc. The books are one of my favorite books of all time so there's that.

8. Maleficent

7/10

I really loved the performances in this, the metaphor for rape, the satisfying revenge. I don't mind that it was cliché. I love Maleficent movies. AND the Lana Del Ray cover for "Once Upon A Dream." Also, the first one makes me tear up every time. The mother-daughter love is just so touching to me.

9. Warrior Nun

(?/10)

I love the premise of this show and I can get behind the characters. The protagonist just annoyed me so much so often I have taken multiple breaks and can't remember the story. I am all for imperfect, asshole girl characters. But this protagonist was just whiny and careless beyond reason. And it was taking too long for her to get with the nuns. Like I was not invested enough in her running away arc. Like sis get your ass to the coven you are not that main of a character!

She took up so much screentime when literally every other character in the show was more interesting than she was.

At least there's lesbians.

10. Snow White & The Huntsman

(8/10)

What can I say? Kristen Stewart was hot in this, as was stepmother. Effects? Stellar. Direction? Stellar. Performance? Mostly stellar. Drama? Action? Magic? All there. Thoroughly entertaining. Refreshingly anti-Disney. Unfortunately there are some annoying men involved (I'm talking about the dwarves of course) but it never gets too overbearing. This is, however, the least feminist of the entire list and scores lowest on the above common themes.

[songforeddiemunson]

Hi I hope it isn't to much but can you make a Eddie X reader who are best friends and they both have feelings for eachother but when Eddie makes a move it all comes crashing down and they start dating

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to write this for you, @iloveyou987123! I hope you enjoy it!

LIGHTNING CRASHES

Eddie Munson x Reader (description vague for inclusivity)

Summary: Eddie surprises reader during a nasty thunderstorm, which takes a serious turn.

Warnings: language, a wee bit of angst, but mainly FLUFF! A little steam but no smut, just heckin' cute fluff. Mild TW for spooky weather and an excerpt from a spooky book.

AN: Tornadoes are definitely a thing in Indiana, so reader's concerns are warranted, just FYI.

Word Count: 2308

You turned the page of the book clutched in your hands, heart pounding at a near anaerobic pace, completely on the edge of your seat. You were so engrossed in your new copy of Stephen King’s IT, that you barely could register the fact that the world around you even existed, let alone affected you in any way. This book was insane, and you were already over a quarter of the way in, even though you had just sat down to read it a couple hours ago. At over a thousand pages, that was saying something.

You were sat hunched over your little kitchen table, oblivious to everything outside of a three foot radius. A thunder storm was brewing outside; the wind was picking up and rain pelted the side of your trailer, but you barely noticed. You hadn’t an inkling of what was happening outside, because you weren’t really in your kitchen in Hawkins, Indiana. You were actually creeping around the basement of a house on Neibolt Street in Derry Maine, on a warm June day in 1958.

…they moved toward the coalpit first, Bill slightly in the lead, the gun in his hand, Richie close behind him, trying to look everywhere at once… 

You read at a furious pace with your heart in your throat, your adrenaline dialed up to eleven.

…and then the door at the head of the cellar stairs crashed open against the wall with a violent BANG, spilling thin white daylight down the stairs. Both boys screamed….

At that moment, the window right next to the table at which you were sitting was rattled by a loud BANG, making you nearly jump out of your skin and scream out loud. The book flew out of your hands, and you leaped to your feet. You pulled back the curtain to reveal the face of your best friend peering in the window with a shit-eating grin on his face. His hair was sopping wet and plastered to the side of his head, he looked ridiculous, and for a moment you wanted nothing more than to murder him, Pennywise style.

“What the FUCK Eddie?!” you screamed.  The window was closed to keep out the deluges of wind and rain, but he probably heard your muffled yell anyway, and he definitely noticed your expression. His grin faltered, and his eyebrows creased with confusion.  You pointed in the general direction of your front door, and stormed off without waiting for confirmation.

You walked over to your door and opened it, seeing nothing but darkness and sideways rain, which was suddenly illuminated by a bright flash of lightning. A few seconds later there was a loud clap of thunder; the storm was close now. You had been so focused on your novel that you hadn’t even noticed how crazy the storm was getting, and you were momentarily taken aback. Then suddenly Eddie materialized from stage right, shaking out his hair and looking a little more sheepish than before. 

��Eddie,” you said, softening a bit at his expression. “You scared the shit out of me. WHAT were you doing at my window?”

You stepped aside to let him in, letting in a swirl of wind and a mist of rain with him. You wrapped your arms around yourself to ward off the chill from the spray of water.

“Sorry,” he said with a chuckle, stamping his feet to dislodge the water from his shoes. “When you didn’t pick up the phone after the three times I called, I knew you were sitting at your table buried in some book. So I threw a ball of mud at your window.”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile at your idiot friend, whom you absolutely adored. You punched him lightly on the arm.

“You couldn’t just knock on the door like a normal person?”

“Where’s the fun in that? And who said I’m normal?”

“Fair enough, but I’m making you wash my window, asshole.” you conceded, laughing. “Eddie, you are definitely borrowing this book when I’m done, holy shit.”

“That good, huh?”

“You have no idea. It’s the new Stephen King book about the clown.”

“Oh shit, yeah, I’ve heard good things about that one.”

You looked at him, and he was such a chaotic ray of sunshine with his goofy grin and his adorable dimples, that there was no way you could stay mad at him. In fact, as the years passed and you grew into young adults, your fondness was beginning to grow into something…more. But there was no way you could ever tell him about the way your heart sped up whenever he touched you, or that your breathing quickened when he turned that million-dollar smile of his in your direction. You were just pals, after all.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you and all, but why are you here?” You asked him.

Eddie shrugged. “I was bored, just sitting around, and I figured, why not go jump-scare my best friend?”

“You walked over here in the rain? You– “  Your retort was interrupted by a particularly loud clap of thunder, visibly startling you. The wind was starting to blow so hard you could feel the trailer shake slightly.

“Whoa,” Eddie said, his eyes widening, his growing excitement evident. “This is getting pretty crazy.”

“Do you think there could be a tornado?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly. You wanted to sound cool and collected but failed, and Eddie noticed.

“I dunno, could be,” he said. “Hey, don’t worry, we’re going to be alright.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed Eddie, but we’re in a trailer. Not exactly prime shelter during a tornado.”

More lightning flashed, followed by another ominous crack of thunder. You were starting to get pretty pretty scared, and you wrung your hands together anxiously. Eddie’s expression softened. He stepped forward and rubbed your arms soothingly, his ringed fingers sliding along your bare flesh, causing you to break out into gooseflesh despite your growing distress.

“Hey, hey, shhh,” he cooed, and as you looked up into his beautiful brown eyes, you felt the fear subside a little. In fact, you felt like you could stand there forever, with Eddie so close. You saw his eyes flick down to your lips, then up again, quickly. He took a step back.

“Uh,” he said, running a hand through his wet locks. “Do you have a towel I can use? I feel like a wet dog here.” He broke out into a lopsided and slightly bashful smile.

“Sure, hang on,” you said, and walked over to the bathroom to grab him a clean towel.  “Take your jacket off,” you said as you returned. 

Eddie slid his leather jacket off his shoulders and draped it across the back of a kitchen chair before turning his full attention to you. You threw the towel over his head, completely obscuring his head and face, which made you giggle.

The next clap of thunder, despite signaling the storm's true arrival, somehow seemed less ominous as you reached up and began toweling off Eddie’s locks. The smile that was revealed as the towel lifted off his face was impish, there was a gleam to his eye as he patiently waited for you to finish your task. When you’d squeezed out as much water as you could, you tossed the damp towel in the general direction of your laundry hamper, not even looking to see if you’d made the shot.

“There, all better,” you said with a smile, stepping back to give Eddie space.

You noticed that in some barely perceptible way, Eddie’s expression had changed. You couldn’t quite put your finger on how, other than the fact that his trademarked smirk had gone. He looked softer, somehow, and his eyes were brighter. You simply looked at him, your breaths shallow. Without his jacket, you saw the gentle slope of his clavicle disappear beneath the collar of his t-shirt, and let your eyes wander over his chest, his abdomen, his arms… both of you silent as you watched the slight rise of his shoulders as he breathed, transfixed. Spellbound. Was he doing the same to you?

Eddie took a tiny step forward. “Hey–” he began. A bright flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder happened at once. The trailer shuddered, and was plunged into darkness.

You froze, brain scrambling to comprehend what had happened. You were seeing your friend in a very new and different way, and then suddenly he was gone from your sight and everything went dark. What the hell?

“Eddie–” you said, your voice sounding strangled, and you squeaked in alarm when you felt him envelop you, his arms wrapping protectively around yours and pulling you flush against his body.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just a power outage,” he said soothingly.

“I’m scared, Eddie,” you said with a small voice, and he squeezed you tighter, sending butterflies alight to war with your fears. “What if there’s a tornado barreling down on us as we speak? We’ll be sitting ducks…”

“Okay, come here,” Eddie said, taking you by the hand and guiding you over to the bathroom door by feeling along the wall. “They say that you should take shelter in a doorway, right? When you have nowhere else to go. It’s supposed to be the most structurally sound, right?”

You chuckled without humor. “A structurally sound spot in a trailer is like saying: ‘wow, that’s a really strong sword made of cardboard.’ “

Eddie laughed. “Funny, but this is the best we’ve got. Come here.”

“Wait,” you said, and turned to fumble in the junk drawer in your kitchen, coming up with a flashlight. You clicked it on. “That’s better,” you said. You could see nothing outside of the windows, only torrential rain and wind.

Eddie braced his back against the doorframe and slid down to the ground, crossing his legs. You could barely make out his shape in the darkness, so you turned the flashlight toward him, accidentally shining it right into his eyes. 

“Ow jesus, you don’t need to blind me,” he laughed, covering his eyes with his forearm. 

“Sorry,” you said, turning the beam away, embarrassed.

“Just come here,” Eddie repeated with mock annoyance. 

“What– am I supposed to sit in your lap?”

“Yes, so I can comfort you and keep you from flying away.”

You snorted. “If a tornado hits us, we’re both flying away, dingus.”

“Don’t harass me with your logic, just come sit already!”

“Fine,” you said, maneuvering yourself so that you were sat on Eddie’s lap with your back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you protectively. You had to admit, it did feel nice. It was only an illusion of safety, of course, but you were comforted by the solidness of him. You felt his chest move with his breaths, could smell old spice and rainwater, the faint scent of cigarette smoke, and something underneath it all that was just Eddie.

It made you feel some kind of way. A kind of way about your best friend. And you didn’t know what to do about that.

“Bet you wish you weren’t reading a scary book just before this,” Eddie whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

You laughed softly. “This is prime Pennywise territory. Couple of young, vulnerable youths, all primed and tasty…”

“Wait…does the clown eat people?” Eddie hissed excitedly. “Ugh I want to know everything but don’t spoil the story…”

“My lips are sealed, my friend. You’ll have to read it if we survive this storm.”

“Don’t be hyperbolic,” Eddie said, but you could feel him gently shaking with suppressed laughter. “We are NOT going to die!”

“Famous last words…” you replied. “Uttered just before a tornado comes along, and blammo…”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” He was laughing in earnest now.

“No. Do you think we’ll be flung into the sky, or just obliterated into hamburger meat when…”

“Oh my god stop it!” Eddie shouted while tickling you in the ribs.

“No!” You shrieked. “You know I’m ticklish! Oh my god!” You thrashed wildly, twisting your body around, and before you realized it, your face was centimeters from Eddie’s.

Your giggles dissolved into soft breaths, and you looked at Eddie’s plump lips.

“Fuck it,” he breathed, and kissed you.

Stunned, you allowed him to press his lips to yours for a moment before pulling away.

“Eddie,” you breathed. “What…”

“So…” he interrupted, and chuckled softly. “I like you. More than a friend, and…if you don’t feel the same way I totally understand, but….”

“Eddie?” you said.

“Yeah?”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” 

You smiled and kissed him, leaning forward and placing your palms against his chest.  He cupped the back of your head and changed the angle to deepen the kiss. 

“Mmm,” you breathed against his lips. “So it wasn’t just me then.”

“You too?” you felt him smile against your lips. “How long?”

“I…I don’t know exactly. A while. How about you?”

“Hmm,” he paused, thinking. “I think maybe always.”

You pulled away to see if he was serious, but you saw nothing but conviction in those lovely brown eyes of his. A wave of affection washed over you that was so strong you thought you might cry.

“Oh Eddie. I had no idea.”

“S’okay. You know now,” he said softly, and kissed you again, and again, and again.

You kissed the storm away, and you weren’t afraid anymore. The trailer could have blown right off its foundation and you probably wouldn’t care, because Eddie was kissing you and holding you tightly, and as long as that was happening, you knew that everything would be alright.

Even though he never returned your copy of IT after he borrowed it from you. 

He would make it up to you….in other ways.

Always.

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MASTERLIST

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

Haunted

"Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around"

Stanley Uris x GN!reader angst

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You put your car in park once you reached your destination. Your tragic destination. You grab the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat beside you. Sitting in your car for a few minutes, you eventually get out, the cool Autumn air hitting you. You shrugged his jacket on you further, stuffing your hands in the pockets. It doesn't smell like him anymore.

There were many other grieving families there, grieving husbands and wives like you, however, it was eerily quiet, no one dared to even mutter a word. You locked the car, walking through the main gates of the dreaded place.

You stared at the gravel path as you walked mindlessly, not needing to look up for directions as you've been to the location so many times. Clutching the fresh flower bouquet in your hands as your heeled boots make a click-clack sound against the pavement.

You took a right, then a left, until you were finally in the shaded area where he was. Your heart felt heavy, as it had for weeks. You took a shaky breath before looking up.

You sat down on the slightly damp grass, not caring if you got your clothing wet. You looked at the headstone in front of you. The headstone of your husband. Your now dead husband.

You set the flowers in your hand down next to the gravestone. "Stanley Uris, July 13 1976- September 5 2016". You looked at it briefly before looking down at the grass you were sitting on. The cold air blew through your hair that was up in a low ponytail, and you tugged on the jacket that was one your husband's further onto your body.

Pressing your lips together in a tight line, eyes watering as you looked up for a split second before letting out a breath, tears falling down your cheeks and onto the ground in front of you. Your gaze falls back down to the headstone. "Loving son and husband".

"Asshole."

One simple word. A word that held a lot of anger and was typically for people who you hate- but you didn't hate Stanley. You couldn't. He is was your husband. But despite still feeling the love you had for him, you couldn't help but feel angry. Not angry- livid. Livid at the world, at the entire town of Derry, at that fucking clown that terrorized him, at yourself for not going up to check on him sooner, at your husband for killing himself.

It wasn't fair. The entire situation wasn't- it wasn't fair that you were angry at him, or that you were now alone, desperately holding onto the small pieces of him that you had left. It wasn't fair how your home that once brought joy and comfort brings nothing but despair and pain. It wasn't fair that the stupid clown scared him so much and he felt like he had no other choice.

You felt empty, like everything had been stripped from you. It had been. You lost the one person you thought you'd never lose. Your best friend. Your husband. Your Stan.

"You left me. And I hate you for it. I hate you. I hate you for leaving me alone, I hate you for not thinking there was a better option. I hate that I still love you. I hate that I expect you to be there at the table every night after I come home from work, doing your stupid puzzles."

Tears streamed down your face as you spoke bitterly to the tomb. Using the sleeve of his jacket, you wiped away the tears, but they were only replaced with new ones. You hated it all. How your bed felt cold and empty. Or how you still expected him to be there. Memories of what once was haunted your house. They haunted your mind.

You glared at the headstone, as if expecting Stan to respond, to tell he was sorry, and he'd be coming home soon. But you knew that wouldn't happen. It was impossible. His body was in the ground, he'd been gone for three months. You couldn't bring him back; no one could.

You wanted your husband back. Your best friend. He was your everything, and now he was gone. You looked away from the dumb piece of stone that really didn't mean anything, yet meant so much to you.

If Stan had died in a car accident, or something else, maybe you'd be able to cope better. It would be hard- maybe as hard as it was now for you, but you couldn't help but feel that this storyline hurt more. It hurt so much, and the impact it left on you was huge.

That night would stick forever in your mind. How could it not? He was so obviously upset over the phone call- but you brushed it off. And you would blame yourself for that for eternity. You didn't think anything of him taking the bath until he wasn't answering and he'd been in there for half an hour. You felt sick when thinking of it. You had knocked on the door, asking if he was okay, but when there was no answer you went in.

Your husband laid dead in the bathtub, his wrists slit, the word "It" written in his own blood. You let out a scream and rushed over to him, pulling him out of the water and holding him in your arms as you cried and called 911. He was declared dead on the scene.

His lifeless face was burned into your mind. When you close your eyes. When you try to sleep. Everywhere you look- his lifeless face is there. That scene is there. His bloody wrists. How you tried to save him, knowing it was hopeless. The door to the now clean bathroom has been closed from the moment he was declared dead. You couldn't go in there. Hell, you could barely go in your bedroom where you two slept every night.

With tears rolling down your cheeks, you close your eyes and pressed a hand to the ground, grasping at the grass lightly where you knew his body was- six feet under, in a casket. You felt pathetic and broken, but you couldn't help it, you had lost your everything. You just wanted him to hold you in his arms and tell you everything would be okay like he normally would've. However, the only thing you got was the cold wind hitting your back, no warm embrace from your now dead husband.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'm so, so sorry. I should've gone up sooner. I should've pressed you harder to talk about it. I shouldn't have let you go upstairs."

You blamed the world and that fucking clown, but mostly, you blamed yourself. Deep down you knew you shouldn't. Deep down you knew he wouldn't want you that.

"I love you. And I always will."

You whispered the words to the tombstone, knowing it was foolish to believe he could hear you, but if he did, if there was a chance he could hear what you were saying, then you wanted him to know that you loved him.

So you sat at the grave for three hours, as you did every weekend since the day he was buried. You didn't speak anymore, instead pressing your forehead against the headstone and closing your eyes, his jacket wrapped around your body. This was the closest you had to him now. And you would take whatever you could.

When the air grew colder and crisper, hours later, you got back into the car, sighing lightly and drove home in silence. Driving up to your house, you parked in the driveway as the feeling of heartache crept over you once more.

You walked into the house you once lived in with your beloved husband, memories of all the times you spent with him there still living rent-free in your mind. Sliding your shoes off, you crept up the stairs, avoiding the pictures on the wall on the way up of him smiling at the camera while holding you, or him as a kid. The bathroom door was still closed, and it would remain that way for possibly many more months, and you averted your eyes- even looking at the door made you sick to your stomach. You walked into the bedroom you once slept in peacefully with Stan, not bothering to take your jeans or his jacket off as you crawled into the bed and laid there underneath the comforter, closing your eyes, but not sleeping, as you did every weekend since he died.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you can't help the hot tears that trail down your face as the feeling of hopelessness crept up on you, swallowing you whole like a black hole.

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[cwcthzl]

stan and richie going stargazing on clear nights, and because derry is a kinda isolated place stars are more bright and the constellations are much more clear to the eye. stan pointing out the most known constellations to richie and richie following the direction stan's finger refers and trying to see the stars lined up, and when he figures out he assigns new names and shapes to them because 'what do you mean by ursa major??? it doesn't even have a meaning!' as they lay side by side on the blanket richie brought from home.

then richie starts developing a interest for constellations as stan talks about them, telling richie stories about these stars and the myths they bring to people. richie makes an effort to learn most of the constellations and important stars when they were in highschool instead of doing his math homework (stan chewed him out for that). and the next time they went stargazing, richie was the one who was explaining the stars and constellations, and even making up stories to tell just to hear stan laugh and ask that adorable 'and then?'

years later when he looked at the stars he found himself yearning... something. whenever the clouds were long gone in quiet nights, he realized he made an effort to go to a quiet place and searched the sky with an empty mind and a heavy chest. it didn't even matter who he was with or where he was, he just had to look into the sky for hours on end. the cities he was usually traveling to were the ones with a lot of artificial lights so stars weren't that visible, and he wondered when he last saw all of the constellations.

something felt missing at these times and richie didn't know what it was, or why. he just knew this missing piece was directly ripped within its heart, because it wasn't very common for him to have that kind of strong ache in his chest and a fog on his mind.

[anonymouslobster01]

Why each loser in IT 1986 is better than the 2017 version

Bill

-HES SO FUCKING SASSY IN THE BOOK! it’s so fun. he’s much more of a leader in the book and he’s really cool. Bossy too, but in the way where his character has depth and isn’t just annoying. Also he’s not a fucking dumbass! In the movie, he’s all like “georgie isn’t dead, he’s missing :(((“ but in the book he’s like “this fucking clown murdered my brother, time to go get my revenge” he’s just so much better but honestly not the one I have the most beef with

Mike

-oh, you mean to tell me in the book he actually has a character? he’s not just there for no reason? WHAT AN INTERESTING CONCEPT! too bad the movie decided not to keep it. He’s an icon in the book, smart and controlled and understanding of the world and the cycle. In the movie, Ben is the one who talks about derrys history, but Mike takes that role in the book, something much more befitting of his character imo. In the movie, especially the 2nd, he’s a raving, frantic maniac who has lost his mind after staying in Derry for so long. This isn’t his character at all in the book. He actually knows what he’s doing and is the most measured out of all the losers [also in the book he almost fucking dies lmao]

Bev

-I have mixed feelings about Bev’s character tbh. Her character in the book isn’t the best, due to ✨sexism✨, and on the surface she seems a lot cooler in the movie BUT HERES THE THING they basically took Richie’s book character and gave it to her. The whole bravery thing, sticking with bill, etc etc THAT WAS RICHIE!!!! THAT WAS HIS CHARACTER!!!! HE WAS BILLS RIGHT HAND MAN!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!

Stan

He doesn’t have much of a character in the book, and the movie isn’t much better. I like him better in the book bc he’s autistic and his special interest is birds and he yells the names of birds at It it’s really cute

Richie

dear god. WOW I LOVE HOW THEY REMOVED ALL OF HIS DEPTH AND MADE HIM A SILLY LITTLE SIDE CHARACTER THAT ONLY MAKES JOKES!!! I LOVE HOW THEY REMOVED HIS VOICES!!! I LOVE HOW HES SUCH A WHINY BITCH AND HE DOESNT WANNA DO ANYTHING!!! I LOVE HOW HE FOUGHT WITH BILL!!! I LOVE HOW HIS FEAR OF EYES IS NONEXISTENT!!!! I LOVE HOW HES THE FIRST ONE TO DROP OUT WHEN THINGS GO WRONG!!! /S NO FUCKING NO THAT ISNT HIM AT ALL!!! HES SILLY AND A DUMBASS BUT IS MORE OBSERVANT THAN ANY OF THE LOSERS AND HES BATSHIT INSANE AND IS FUNNY AS FUCK AND ACTUALLY HAS TRAUAMA AND CHARACTER DEPTH AND HES MY FUCKING FAVORITE WHY DJD THEY DO HIM LKMD THIS IT MAKES ME SO MAD

Eddie

He’s almost worse than Richie. almost. In the book he’s both athletic and really good with directions, but in the movie he’s neither of these things. He’s pathetic, but he’s not a wimp. WHEN THEY WERE FIGHTING AN EYE THEY WERE ALL GONNA DIE AND THEN EDDIE STSRTED FUCKING PUNCHING IT AND HE FIGURED OUT HOW TO BEAT IT AND SAVED EVERYBODYS LIVES GODDAMN IT WHY DOES THIS FUCKING MOVIE GIVE EVERYONE ONLY ONE CHARACTER TRAIT WHAG RHE FUCM also his abusive relationship with his mom is never looked into on a deeper level but at least we got the gazebos line. I genuinely love that

Ben

I had no great love for him in the book, but at least he’s not a stupid fucking dumbass. WHY DID THEY MAKE HIM A NEW KID IT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE

feel free to debate if you disagree!!! I’d love to see other opinions!!!

[swiftlark]

･｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ get to know me! ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*

❥ about me!

my name is elizabeth, eliza, or el. i am in my 20s and currently enrolled in an undergraduate program. i am anishinaabe (ojibwe/chippewa) and white. i am a gemini! i’m a lesbian. i study theater performance & creative writing. i hope to go to grad school to get a MFA in playwriting. i have a cat named willow. my favorite color is pink. my favorite album of all time is 1989 by taylor swift. currently, i am a server and i often complain about my job.

❥ music and musicians!

taylor swift and all the subsequent niches in that fandom such as the eras tour, fashion, etc. with a particular passion in lyric analysis. stevie nicks and fleetwood mac have a chokehold on me. female pop stars have recently taken over my life, such as sabrina carpenter, chappell roan, lana del rey, olivia rodrigo, and maisie peters. artists like phoebe bridgers, mitski, and ethel cain have been on repeat recently. i’m not big into male artists but i do love hozier and harry styles. i’m still not over one direction either. as i’ve stated, i am into theater which means that i love musicals. my favorites are moulin rouge, anastasia, wicked, six, hamilton, phantom of the opera, rent, little shop of horrors, hadestown, and the last five years.

❥ on-screen media!

i’ve been very into the dceu, specifically teen titans 2003 + all media involving dick grayson and koriand’r together. once upon a time i was really into the mcu, specifically spider-man. and even more specifically, spidermj & spidergwen. i have a deep love for movies and their aesthetics. i have so much love for the star wars franchise. tv shows take up a good portion of my brain. as for sitcoms the good place, derry girls, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, friends, the office, parks and rec, and new girl come to mind. other shows include yellowjackets, bridgerton, anne with an e, stranger things, gilmore girls, gossip girl, heartstopper, and the summer i turned pretty. unfortunately, i love miraculous ladybug.

❥ books!

i love reading (i say as i’ve read like five books this last year). whenever i read something i immediately get obsessed which was completely the case when i read the girshaverse (six of crows and shadow & bone). kanej, genyalina, helnik, and wesper have my heart. the folk of air books have a special place in my heart. the hunger games was one of first obsessions ever and still is, everlark raised me. unfortunately, i love the harry potter universe but don’t interact with it much because of jkr. and even though i love anne with an e, i love the anne of green gables books even more.

❥ writing!

i currently write on archive of our own! i have fics about the dceu, miraculous ladybug, anne with an e, six of crows, folk of air, and the hunger games. you can find my account here!

that’s all! thanks for listening <3

[bookloover35]

Bikini Blues- Henry Bowers x fem plus size reader.

It was a warm summer afternoon in Derry, and the air buzzed with the kind of energy that only a sunny day could bring. The town was coming to life, kids running through the streets, ice cream trucks chiming, and couples strolling hand-in-hand, basking in the heat.

You were sitting in Henry Bowers' room, a familiar place that you loved being in. You and Henry had been together for a while now, and despite the rough exterior he showed the world, he was soft with you—his only weakness, as he called it. And while you had always been a little self-conscious about your body, Henry never made you feel less than perfect. He never mentioned your size, always making you feel beautiful, confident, and loved.

But today was different. Henry had been talking about wanting to go to the beach. And for reasons you couldn't explain, the thought made your stomach twist with unease. You'd never been one to wear a swimsuit in front of anyone, let alone in a crowded place. The idea of baring your skin in a bikini made you feel vulnerable, as though the world would be staring at every imperfection.

Henry had noticed your distant mood and had a solution in mind—he wanted to help.

A couple of hours earlier, Henry had come bursting into the room with a plastic bag in hand, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I got something for you," he grinned mischievously, tossing the bag onto your lap. "Try it on."

You raised an eyebrow, the nervous flutter in your chest turning into confusion. "What's this?"

"Your new bikini," he said, unbothered by your blank stare. "I thought we could hit the beach later, you know? Get some sun. It'll be fun."

Your heart dropped, and your mind started racing. You stared at the bag, the reality sinking in. Henry had bought you a bikini. And now you had to wear it. You couldn't help but feel a wave of insecurity wash over you. Your stomach tightened as you imagined yourself in the bikini, exposed to everyone's judgment.

"Henry, I... I don't think I can," you murmured, your voice barely audible. "I don't think I'm ready to wear something like that."

His face softened immediately, and he sat beside you, his hand gently resting on your knee. He didn't push, didn't try to convince you right away. He just sat there, giving you the space to speak your mind.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice quieter now, like he genuinely wanted to understand. "You're beautiful, you know that, right?"

You bit your lip, avoiding his gaze. "I don't know, Henry. I just don't feel... confident enough. I don't think I look like the other girls at the beach. They're all skinny, and I'm... not."

Henry's fingers gently tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. There was no judgment, no teasing, just sincerity. His gaze was steady and warm, the kind of look that always made you feel safe in his arms.

"Who cares what they look like?" he said, his voice firm with conviction. "I'm with you, not them. And to me, you're perfect the way you are."

You could feel the warmth spread across your cheeks, a mix of love and vulnerability. Henry had always been this way, direct but caring, never once making you feel ashamed of yourself. Still, your insecurities clung to you like a second skin, hard to shake off.

"I'm scared," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "What if I don't look good? What if people stare? I don't want to be judged."

Henry sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You don't have to be perfect, babe. You just have to be you. And I want you to know that you're more than enough for me."

You looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of sarcasm, but there was none. His love for you was clear, unwavering. He meant every word he said.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded slowly. "Okay," you said, though your voice wavered slightly. "I'll try it on."

"Good," Henry grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "You'll look amazing. And if anyone says anything... well, they can deal with me."

You couldn't help but laugh at his protective nature, the way he always stood by you no matter what. It made you feel braver, like maybe, just maybe, you could do this.

Later, you stood in front of the mirror, nervously tugging at the straps of the bikini. You felt exposed, but Henry's presence in the doorway calmed your nerves. He watched you with soft eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Well?" you asked, turning to him for his opinion, a bit unsure of yourself.

"You look stunning," he said simply, his voice thick with admiration. "Like, seriously, I'm the luckiest guy in Derry."

You couldn't help but blush, the warmth spreading from your chest to your face. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," Henry said, his voice low and full of sincerity. "You're perfect, babe. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."

You took a deep breath, gathering courage. Maybe the world wasn't as scary as it seemed. Maybe, just maybe, you could rock this bikini and go to the beach with the guy who loved you for exactly who you were.

"Alright, let's go to the beach," you said, a smile forming on your lips.

Henry's face lit up, and he moved toward you, offering his hand. "That's my girl."

As you took his hand, you realized something important: It wasn't about what anyone else thought. It was about how you felt in your own skin, and with Henry by your side, you could face anything.

End.

[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

The Graham Norton Show: Irish TV star leads this week's stacked line-up

The Graham Norton Show is back on our screens this week with another typically excellent line-up in store for viewers.

Norton will be joined by a beloved Irish actress on Friday night's show, while the Cork presenter will also be chatting to a former James Bond, along with the stars of one of the year's most acclaimed films.

If you plan on tuning in, here's the line-up for Friday's Graham Norton Show.

Leading this week's star-studded line-up is Galway actress Nicola Coughlan, who is set to appear in this year's Doctor Who Christmas special.

The upcoming festive special will see the Derry Girls and Bridgerton actress play Joy, who checks into a London hotel in 2024, only to discover that her quiet stay is anything but ordinary. When Joy opens a secret doorway to the Time Hotel, she discovers danger, dinosaurs and the Doctor.

Nicola has described appearing in the Doctor Who Christmas Special as 'a huge honour', adding: "I'm excited to join the Whoniverse under the leadership of the inimitable Russell T Davies.

"I've been a fan of Ncuti Gatwa for some time and getting to share the screen with him as the Doctor has been an absolute joy."

Irish actress Nicola Coughlan is set to appear on Friday night's Graham Norton Show (Image: Getty) Joining Nicola on the famous red couch on Friday night is former James Bond star Daniel Craig, who has been tipped to land his first Oscar nomination for his role in the acclaimed drama Queer.

Adapted from the William S. Burroughs' novella of the same name, Craig stars as William Lee, an American living in 1950s Mexico City, who becomes infatuated with Eugene Allerton, another much younger expatriate.

Rounding out this week's line-up are Oscar-nominated actor Jesse Eisenberg and Emmy winner Kieran Culkin, who star in the new road comedy A Real Pain.

Eisenberg, known for his roles in such films as The Social Network and Zombieland, wrote and directed the acclaimed new comedy drama, which follows two mismatched cousins who reunite for a tour through Poland to honour their beloved grandmother.

Friday's episode of The Graham Norton Show will also feature live music from British girl-group FLO, who will perform their single In My Bag.

The Graham Norton Show will air on BBC One at 11.10pm this Friday (December 13). https://www.irishmirror.ie/showbiz/graham-norton-show-friday-lineup-34295232

[sunbleachcdflies]

about me ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

, im 21 years old and go by she/her pronouns and im bisexual (/questioning?), white, leo sun aries rising scorpio moon, infp, eastern timezone ⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪

my media/famous interests are: jamie campbell bower, ethel cain, cillian murphy, chappell roan, taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, one direction, the sturniolo triplets, kit connor, bts, ateez, noah kahan, djo, the last dinner party, boygenius, renee rapp, ayo edebiri, drew starkey, lola tung, sadie sink, madelyn cline, finn wittrock, muna

stranger things, derry girls, succession, heartstopper, outerbanks (obx), the vampire diaries, criminal minds, sex and the city, the bear, peaky blinders, gossip girl, greys anatomy, one tree hill, the sex lives of college girls, shameless, gilmore girls, new girl, a discovery of witches, one day, bridgerton, sweet magnolias, the summer i turned pretty

favorite book: normal people, sally rooney | cr: the way i used to be, amber smith

other interests: colors green and pink, blueberry flavored things, the ocean, reading, songs that make you feel like you’re in a movie, photography, coffee, musicals, decorating, fashion, snoopy, the lake, spending time with people i love, cleaning, spring and summer, coloring, chocolates, sour candy, making people laugh, dogs (especially mine), gift giving (+ so much more)

follow me if we have the same interests or anything pls i love connecting with new people! also feel free to message me or send anything into my inbox!

about this blog ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

18+ for mine and others safety and comfortability, here to reblog, rant, write, read, make connections and have a good time! i used to write on wattpad back in the day (i feel old) and want to get back into it.

starting off with small blurbs and headcanons and things like that! eventually want to start getting back into writing full fics!

who i’ll write for right now: jamie campbell bower (no characters), cillian murphy (+ tommy shelby, maybe), drew starkey (+ rafe cameron), & kit connor! i want to keep the list small for now <3 im very comfortable writing smut and would love to get requests in my inbox!

[blossoms-phan]

hi friends! since it’s been 3 months I thought I’d do a little updated about me :p

you can call me blossoms! 🌸 comes from the url obviously which I decided on in seconds when sitting in the middle of my bed making this blog at 3am bc I love dan and phil and cherry blossoms/japan/japhan etc etc

(as a side note I don’t share a lot of personally identifying info on here for a lot of reasons, don’t wanna be found out + professional reasons and tumblr is a great platform for having being a phannie as my main identity but I will occasionally overshare in the tags or random posts. for the most vague details I’m canadian and a poc ig? if you want to be friends or discuss anything in more detail im happy to share in dms just not in the general void lol)

some past fandoms I’ve been a part of tumblr or otherwise: avengers/marvel (this was in the peak in like 2016 and I followed it probably up until 2020 but dgaf anymore soz), marvel’s daredevil (their best show still love it), one direction/harry styles (harry was prob my biggest interest/fandom I was heavily involved in until like 2022 ish, i followed a bunch of accounts on my other blog and fan pages, went to his first solo tour in 2018, basically followed his every move- ik he’s not some underground artist but I lost interest when he kinda boomed and became SUPER popular I miss the early days of his solo era lol but still like his music), criminal minds, I think those are the main ones obv I lurk anytime I have a special interest lol

artists I like: twenty one pilots, arctic monkeys, the 1975, hozier, frank ocean, bad suns, muse, sufjan stevens, lana del rey, wallows, ed sheeran, lorde, zayn/hs/niall horan, paramore, the smiths, 5sos, kendrick lamar, fka twigs, fleetwood mac (this is off the top of my head just main ones ig there’s lots of other artists with specific songs I like and I also listen to my playlists from middle school often with p!atd and fob just the older stuff tho)

fave tv: derry girls, criminal minds, the office, gilmore girls, brooklyn 99, community, freaks and geeks, gossip girl, new girl, the end of the fucking world (short but a personal fave), fleabag, mindhunter- I like basic nbc sitcoms ok what can I say but currently watching Buffy and there’s lots of things on my watchlist like twin peaks I just never have time (aka always watching YouTube/dnp)

i like to think of myself as a cinephile when I really don’t watch as many movies as I’d like to bc of the same reasons listed above but I keep up with what’s happening in the film world and yeah some of my faves include: little women, sing street, before sunrise, aftersun, clueless, call me by your name, the perks of being a wallflower, big hero 6, la la land, zodiac, the social network, scream, the batman, bones and all, knives out, hp/twilight series

random interests: the scream franchise/saw/horror, until dawn (the game), youtube video essays, true crime content/criminology (in the most respectful way I promise I studied it and mean like actual data and researched podcasts not the weirdos that idolize certain people cough cough), perfumes/cosmetics, art, fashion, baking/food in gen, journaling, pinterest, reading (literary fiction/mystery/some ya)

idk what you were expecting this is literally all media but we’re all media consumers here lmao and I thought this might be a fun way to connect with other phannies if we share similar interests outside of dnp :3

[agaypanic]

Maybe something for Michelle Mallon? I didn't know you wrote for her! Maybe meeting her while trying to do something for the first time. The reader is more of someone who hasn't experienced much, but is very eager to do so. So when they meet Michelle, they're very happy to let her lead the way.

I hope that makes sense! Its good to get back to reading your stuff 👍

Learn How To Roll (Michelle Mallon X GN!Reader)

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Summary: You decide to check out the new roller rink in town, despite not knowing how to skate. A curly headed girl with a bit of a coarse personality takes it upon herself to teach you.

A/N: tbh when i first read this i thought it was a smut request (especially with how michelle generally is as a character) but then when rereading i saw “meeting her while” lmao so it took a while to figure out a plot for this. basically just a meet cute with michelle, might be a bit ooc but idc

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It was a bit embarrassing, the situation you were in. At the brand new skating rink in Derry, clinging to the railing for dear life while trying not to fall on your face as you watched everyone else speed past you. What was worse was that no one had forced you to come, and no one was forcing you to stay. You were stubborn about being in this rink until you got the hang of using the roller skates, no matter how many times you fell on your ass.

And you had fallen many times.

Huffing in slight frustration, you used the wall to pull yourself forward, trying to keep yourself steady. Every time someone whizzed past you, you froze, forming an iron grip on the barrier. You became most anxious when a big group of people passed.

This was the third time a particular friend group had passed by you, giggling and talking amongst themselves as they skated. You knew of them from school, but not too well. Just that they were very prone to getting into trouble. On the edge of the group was a girl with long black curly hair and big hoop earrings, usually saying something harsh to the only boy in the group.

But when they all passed you this time, she glanced back at you. Without saying anything to her friends, she turned around and stopped in front of you, leaning on the wall as she looked at you somewhat curiously.

“What’s up with you?” She asked, raising a brow. “Can’t you skate?”

You wanted to roll your eyes; you thought the answer was pretty clear.

“Not exactly.” You responded.

“Yeah, that’s pretty fuckin’ obvious.” She laughed, popping the gum that she was chewing on. After a few seconds of silence and her eyes being fixated on your feet, she looked back up at you. “Want some help?”

“What?”

“Are you deaf or something?” The girl asked a bit harshly, which took you aback. Then she cleared her throat and reached her hand out, which you just stared at. “Come on, don’t be a pussy.”

This girl, whose name you didn’t even know, seemed a bit mean. But something was tugging at you to accept the offer. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want to fall on your ass anymore. But at the same time, there was something kind of alluring about this mystery girl.

“There you go!” She grinned as you grabbed her hand, slowly skating backward and pulling you with her. As you moved, you quickly grasped for her other hand, resembling a newborn deer. “I’m Michelle, by the way.”

“Y/n.” You squeaked, gluing your eyes to your feet in fear that you would trip over something.

“Look up,” Michelle said, and you obeyed. “You gotta look forward, that’s why you keep falling on your arse.” She said with a laugh, and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

Eventually, Michelle let go of one of your hands and moved to your side so you were facing the same direction. She was definitely going a bit slower than she had been going with her friends, but she didn’t seem to mind. And when her friend group had made another lap, she waved them off instead of rejoining them.

“Now you’re getting it,” Michelle said as you started picking up pace, feeling more steady in the roller skates. But even after skating a few laps around the roller rink, you and Michelle didn’t think to let go of each other’s hand.

[micamicster]

Micaaaaaa I am in need of a good TV show. IWTV left me craving for some good writing, please help 💙 I know some of your all-time favourites are Black Sails and The Wire, I gave them a try, but I'm afraid they're a bit too bleak for me :(( Any good recs?

Bestie this is a great question and im honestly a terrible person to direct it to because the truth is I really don't watch a ton of tv! But I'm gonna do my best!

Beneath the cut find a list of shows I think are particularly well written, divided into vague and confusing categories based on how similar to iwtv they might seem?

<3 <3 <3

(Totally get Black Sails and the Wire feeling too heavy. The wire in particular is imo the single most upsetting thing thats ever been put on television so I completely get not being up for it. But if anyone else is looking for shows I think are really well written those would be good places to start! Black Sails would be my first rec for iwtv fans tbh)

Dramas with syfy/fantasy elements:

Russian Doll: for literally anyone other than you (who's already watched it!) this would be my number one rec. One of the best (and specifically best written) shows of all time, has those spec fic surrealist elements, combines comedy and drama, just love it.

Andor: I know, I was surprised too. But despite being a star wars tv show it actually has writers that do a? good? job? And Diego Luna is spectacular. (If black sails was too grim this might also feel that way given our knowledge of the main character's fate, but it might be worth checking out anyway)

I forgot what i was going to put here

Not sf:

Reservation Dogs: Taika Watiti can be hit or miss for me, but this show is the best of his particular combination of humor and pathos. Also he's just really good at writing kids? (I would be remiss if I didn't point out that he has been (rightfully!) criticized for the antiblackness of couple of minor characters who appropriate black culture pretty egregiously, iirc they don't feature after season 1? But it is a flaw to be aware of). Why didn't I put this with the sitcoms? My mind is mysterious even to me

Bad Sisters: great 1 season irish show about a group of sisters trying to murder their sister's abusive husband. Again a really strong writing combo of humor and genuine emotion!

The Get Down: still not over this cancellation it hurt me in ways I can't even begin to explain... anyway a great show about the birth of rap in 70s nyc with beautifully thought out costumes, music, writing, visual style <3

The Americans: two russian spys undercover as an american suburban couple in the 80s is actually a vehicle for a probing exploration of marriage and intimacy. Also pretty grim (the cold war. yeah.) so idk if it would be for you.

The Knick: nobody ever watches this when I rec it because it's too gorey but I don't care! I love it! Period drama about a public hospital in early 1900s new york.

Sitcoms!: (sorry I know you've watched half of these just wanted to include them in case anyone else looked at this list!)

Derry Girls: this show is just hit after hit. Best written show about teens in the world!

We Are Lady Parts: See this entire blog. Genuinely one of the best shows ever made

American Vandal: Ok technically this is more of a mockumentary than a sitcom but i wasn't sure where else to put it. Season one in particular is some of the best tv show writing I've ever watched it is perfect in every way!

MASH: 70s sitcom about a US military field hospital during the Korean War. At its best it's hysterically funny, absurdist, and bitingly furiously anti-war. (At its worst it's racist, sexist, and boring. It was the 70s) This show was a cultural phenomenon, but it has literally over 200 episodes so I would recommend just googling for a best-of list and watching a handful to see if it works for you.

Atlanta: Donald Glover's surrealist sitcom about trying to manage his cousin's rap career in Atlanta. That's such a bad explanation of what this show is about i'm sorry but I'm not sure how to do better.

Shows I've watched between 1 episode and 1 season of, thought to myself "wow! this show is amazing!" but can't in good conscience recommend because I never really watched enough of them to qualify as an expert:

The Sopranos: everyone says it's the best tv show of all time and i watched season one, said wow they're right! and still haven't managed to get back to it! The pilot itself is so fucking funny like... mobster goes to therapy for his anxiety had to have been the pitch of all time

Station eleven: LOVED the book, heard really good things about the tv show, thought the pilot was amazing, got busy and couldn't finish it.

Babylon Berlin: this has the darkly romantic, opulent qualities of iwtv so it might be for you! Unfortunately I've seen less than half of it so I can't promise it doesn't go off the rails.

Breaking Bad: people are right! it's good! It's also (at least in season one, the only season I've watched so far) like someone made a slapstick comedy about a man cooking meth. In a good way!

You might want to just watch a couple gothic romances to scratch that iwtv itch! Check out an adaptation of Jane Eyre or Wuthering Heights!

WOW this is too hard. Just watch supernatural i guess