#eddie models for beverly!

[princess-glassred]

Do you think Beverly was ever designing something and indirectly took inspiration from the loser's club.

She's working on a 1980's throwback look and for some reason cannot resist putting coke bottle glasses in all her sketches.

She decides to start expanding her range of clothing to include plus sizes as well as regular ones as she vaugely recalls a boy from her youth who'd often complain about a lack of accesible clothes for fat people.

Her clothing is always super soft to avoid skin irratation like Eddie would complain about all the time.

She creates an entire fashion show themed off birds since she had a ton of the rarest ones memorized after Stanley drilled them into her brain.

Her favorite model to work with for three years was an african american male model for the sole reason he reminded her of some one from her past, some one she recalled as being hardworking, smart, and handsome.

And before every show, she'd always give her models and grand speech about how lucky she was to work with them, no matter how nervous she was, becayse she can recall some one from her past who ALWAYS rallied the troops no matter how scared he was.

It's just too bad she couldn't put names or faces to any of these inspirations, because if she could, she'd surely thank them.

[taleofharrison]

AN: I wrote this ages ago and I randomly decided to expand on it lol and here we go.

Steve is a model, he moved to LA with Eddie the moment Eddie got his record deal. It was probably the easiest decision he had ever made, his parents still travelled a lot and his best friends had left Hawkins for college and other projects so he didn't anything left in Hawkins.

They lived in the cheapest apartment they could find near the record label's office, Steve got a full time job while Eddie had a part time job since he had to be free to record demos, talk to execs and essentially work towards releasing an album.

Eventually when the money became more steady and Corroded Coffin started making noise in the scene Steve got a part time job and started joining the guys on the studio and photoshoots. That's how he got discovered by a photographer who thought he'd look good in an upcoming fashion campaign and from that moment on Steve's career as a model just sky rocketed to the point he was considering acting too.

Steve became familiar to the fandom often being there and even could be found in music videos, he was as loved as the rest of the band was and Eddie couldn't have been prouder, that's why the decision made by their label of keeping his relationship private was devasting, hard and upsetting.

After the kiss at the sold out show, the press was crazy and fans connected all the dots. It made sense now why Eddie rejected all the groupies while it seemed like the rest of the group left the concerts with a different person every time.

Headlines were a mess. "EDDIE MUNSON OFF THE MARKET" "EDDIE MUNSON'S NEW FLING. DISCOVER WHO HE IS" "EDDIE MUNSON'S FIRST PUBLIC RELATIONSHIP: WILL THIS LAST?"

To the managers and PR team this was a mess and a crisis of sorts. The sex, drugs and rock&roll life they wanted to sell was broken. Eddie didn't give a shit though. He didn't pay attention nor care to listen to whatever the label had to say, it was his life and his career at the end of the day.

"You two" Greg, the manager spoke over the phone "have to give an interview together, make it seem like you got together during the tour"

The reporters from People magazine arrived to the their shared house in Beverly Hills. Contrary to popular belief, it wasn't a mansion. After growing in the biggest and emptiest house of Hawkins the last thing Steve wanted was a huge house and Eddie just wanted Steve to be happy. Their house had 3 bedrooms, enough to have Wayne or friends over a few days and an extra room for when they were ready for kids, it was perfect.

"How long have you been together?" The reporter asked once they sat in the living room.

"Straight to the point, I see" Eddie chuckled "since high school pretty much"

"Eddie!" Steve exclaimed. He had off script but it only took one look from Eddie to follow along "well he's a year older than me and I had already graduated when we got together"

"Well I was about to start my third try on my senior year, so to me we have been dating since high school" Eddie explained further "we got together summer of 85 while he was selling ice creams in the cutest sailor outfit"

"You said you wouldn't bring that up!" Steve groaned.

"I can't help it. That really caught my eye back then" Eddie "I have photos of that, do you want to see them?"

The reporter was caught off guard when Eddie suddenly addressed him, it didn't take much to notice that if they were together, they acted as if no one else was around them.

"Uh no, it's fine" he stammered "that's not the point of the article anyways"

"Thank you" Steve spoke again "so what else do you want to know?"

After the interview and the reporter left Eddie and Steve fixed themselves some snacks and wine.

"You went off script" Steve told him "your label is gonna flip"

"Yeah, well" Eddie said after taking a sip of wine "all I care about is finally getting to kiss you whenever and wherever I want"

Eddie leaned in for a kiss which Steve gladly accepted, he was so glad Eddie went off script.

"And just in time for the Grammy's" Eddie suddenly remembered "you'll be my plus one and we'll walk the red carpet together"

[bala5]

Grace Jones

Grace Beverly Jones (born 19 May 1948??) is a model, singer and actress. Born in Jamaica, she and her family moved to Syracuse, New York, when she was a teenager. Jones began her modeling career in New York state, then in Paris, working for fashion houses such as Yves St. Laurent and Kenzo, and appearing on the covers of Elle and Vogue. She notably worked with photographers such as Jean-Paul Goude, Helmut Newton, Guy Bourdin, and Hans Feurer, and became known for her distinctive androgynous appearance and bold features.

Her grandfather, John Williams, was also a musician and played with Nat King Cole. Her father, Bishop Robert Winston Jones, moved the family to CNY and founded the Apostolic Church of Jesus Christ in Syracuse. Jones' brother is megachurch preacher Bishop Noel Jones, who starred on the 2013 reality show Preachers of LA.

Through her relationship with longtime collaborator Jean-Paul Goude, Jones has one son, Paulo. From Paulo, Jones has one granddaughter.

Jones attended Central High School in Syracuse. She claims she doesn't know how old she is. Although some sources say she was born in 1948, Jones says she graduated early from Central High School in Syracuse in 1967; she was around 15 years old, ahead of most of her peers due to more rigorous education at an early age in Jamaica. She also studied theater at Onondaga Community College.

Beginning in 1977, Jones embarked on a music career, securing a record deal with Island Records and initially becoming a high-profile figure of New York City's Studio 54-centered disco scene. In the early 1980s, she moved toward a new wave style that drew on reggae, funk, post-punk, and pop music, frequently collaborating with both the graphic designer Jean-Paul Goude and the musical duo Sly & Robbie. She scored Top 40 entries on the UK Singles Chart with "Private Life", "Pull Up to the Bumper", "I've Seen That Face Before", and "Slave to the Rhythm". In 1982, she released the music video collection A One Man Show, directed by Goude, which earned her a nomination for Best Video Album at the 26th Annual Grammy Awards. Her most popular albums include Warm Leatherette (1980), Nightclubbing (1981), and Slave to the Rhythm (1985).

As an actress, Jones appeared in several indie films prior to landing her first mainstream appearance as Zula in the fantasy-action film Conan the Destroyer (1984) alongside Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sarah Douglas, and subsequently appeared in the James Bond movie A View to a Kill (1985) as May Day, and starred as a vampire in Vamp (1986); all of which earned her nominations for the Saturn Award for Best Supporting Actress. In 1992, Jones acted in the Eddie Murphy film Boomerang, and contributed to the soundtrack. She also appeared alongside Tim Curry in the 2001 film Wolf Girl.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 10.13

Beer Birthdays

George Younger, 1st Viscount Younger of Leckie (1851)

Megan Parisi (1969)

Will Meyers

Five Favorite Birthdays

Lenny Bruce; comedian (1925)

Robert Lamm; rock keyboardist (1944)

Fox Mulder; X-Files television character (1961)

Art Tatum; jazz pianist (1910)

Burr Tilstrom; puppeteer (1917)

Famous Birthdays

Ray Brown; jazz bassist (1926)

Chris Carter; screenwriter (1957)

Sacha Baron Cohen; English comedian (1971)

John Ford Coley; pop singer (1951)

Beverly Crusher; Star Trek character (2324)

Jacques de Molay; Grand Master of the Knights Templar (1162)

Sammy Hagar; rock singer (1947)

Beverly Johnson; model (1951)

Nancy Kerrigan; figure skater (1969)

Eddie Matthews; Milwaukee/Atlanta Braves 3B (1931)

Yves Montand; singer, actor (1921)

Nana Mouskouri; Greek singer (1934)

Marie Osmond; pop singer (1959)

Molly Pitcher; Revolutionary War hero (1754)

Kelly Preston; actor (1962)

Allan Ramsay; Scottish artist (1713)

Jerry Rice; San Francisco 49ers WR (1962)

Nipsey Russell; comedian, actor (1924)

Jim Samuels; comedian (1948)

Paul Simon; singer, songwriter (1941)

Cornel Wilde; actor (1915)

[watchoutforthefanfics]

achievement unlocked 🔓 (part four) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

Part 1, 2, 3

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: innuendos, lots of talk of sex (it's Richie), vague mention of one night stands, low self-worth, a little angst, loneliness, imposter syndrome, cursing, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: This series has a chokehold on me. I cannot stop writing it, seriously. I also cannot stop listening to BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish, so we're counting that as inspiration. Enjoy :))]]

It was a few days later (and Eddie's message was still bouncing around his head, even though they'd kept talking the whole time and moved on from it). Richie can't remember exactly what he'd said in response, but it was something pathetically embarrassing. Like maybe 'okay'.

He really didn't even have the guts to go back and check. (For reference, all he'd actually said was interesting. Can't tell if that's worse.)

Richie was supposed to stream today, but Bev wanted him on her stream. (Something about doing men's clothes). So, he changed plans. Posted on social media that he was, which probably meant both of their audiences would be watching. And while that was a little nerve-wracking, Richie was a natural on stream -it was kinda the place he felt the most like himself. Which was a little sad, he didn't think about it too much.

Anyway, it was about an hour before the stream and he was debating.

Beverly was busying herself with fabrics, holding them up against him from a distance.

Tell, or not to tell, tell, or not to tell, tell-

"Stop thinking so hard, you're going to hurt yourself."

Richie blinked, clearing his throat, and straightening his posture. Her eyes slinked along him for a second, curiously. It was only a matter of time before she figured him out (he was shockingly easy to read). She opened her mouth to say something-

Ding.

He grabbed his phone so fast that Bev no doubt saw it, and he didn't even think about that at all. He was really so fucked. Eddie had a strangely strong hold on him. He was always a dumbass (he'd been called clingy a lot) when it involved feelings though, so maybe it was normal for him.

e.kaspbrak

You're on Bev's today?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

yeah she's gonna make some men's shit

and I'm a fucking model ✨️💅

e.kaspbrak

That's how you know she's low on options.

Richie laughed.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

u called me handsome eds

u made me this way

e.kaspbrak

You are handsome dickweed.

Your personality is the problem.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

awe spaghetti thinks I'm handsome 🤭🤭🤭

e.kaspbrak

You already knew that??

Or did you run out of memory in your brain? That would make a lot of sense too.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

i think you're a cutie patootie too eds 😘

e.kaspbrak

You're such a dick trashmouth.

"Whose that?"

Richie blinked again, the smile dropping from his face, "What?"

Bev was mindlessly folding and stacking fabric, really impressive that she could do that without even looking actually, "Who are you texting?"

"I'm just watching videos," he offered -weakly.

"Right," she laughed, stepping closer, "-without audio?"

He instantly reacted, more casually, "Bevvy, you might think I'm a dumbass, which to be fair I am, but I can read."

"Richie," she leveled, blue eyes staring.

He weighed his options.

"Okay, okay," he threw his hands up, "-it's Eddie."

"Eddie?" She questioned, now completely facing him.

"Like um," Richie rolled his lips through his teeth, hissing out a breath, "-like the one in my chat?"

"Oh, Eddie," she stressed out, "-you know I did notice a change in your streams, actually. How did you find him?"

"Don't judge me, but-" he spoke, a little hesitantly, "-internet stalking."

"No, I get that," Bev relayed, before clarifying, "-and you just... messaged him?"

"No, I accidentally liked a post and he messaged me."

She laughed a little, "That checks out, actually."

"Yeah," Richie added, "-I'm a dumb motherfucker."

"Only sometimes," she added, flawlessly, before moving closer -curious, "-is he cute?"

"Oh, so cute," he spoke, near instantly, through a rushed breath (he had been kinda holding this in), "-He's got these cute fucking freckles, and works on cars-"

"Is he gay?"

She followed up, a little concerned. Richie had been there before, so she was completely founded.

"Yeah," he pursed his lips for a moment, "-and he told me his type was tall idiots. Which I think was him hitting on me-"

"No thinking," she laughed for a moment, "-that's a definite. Let me guess, he's a tiny brunette?"

Richie grinned a little, a shit-eating grin probably, "Maybe."

"Let me see your texts," she held out her phone, and it should be said, he didn't even hesitate. He really trusted his friends.

She snatched it up, unflinchingly. Typing in the passcode (which she of course knew), she seemed a little surprised to see that it was already open.

"Oh, he texted you," she sat just beside him, reading, "-'Gotta go, boss sucks ass, but I'll see you at the stream.' What do you want to say?"

"'See you spaghetti' with a heart, an obnoxious amount of hearts actually," he watched over her shoulder, "-commit to no capitals, and use the letter u, not the word."

"Sir yes sir," she laughed, typing it out and then, carefully scrolling up, "-shit, you guys talk a lot."

"Yeah," he laughed a little, "-it's like he's not getting sick of me."

Bev turned to him then, carefully scanning over his face, "We don't get sick of you either, Richie. You know that, right?"

"Well, I don't-" he started, before resetting himself, "-I... hold back sometimes because I think I'm too much."

"Richie-"

"But I don't," he spoke, a little carefully, "-with Eddie, I don't."

She pursed her lips, eyes shooting back to the texts and then back to him, "For the record, you don't have to hold back from me, but-"

Richie waited.

"-I'm happy you have that. Really."

With a breath, she read through the texts. Only commenting a few times ("He was definitely flirting with you, Rich." or "It is strangely kind of cute how he insults you, I kind of get it."), the time flew by. Before he could blink, it was time for the stream to start.

She was setting everything up for a moment, her desk was a standing one, so Richie was kind of awkwardly in the background. He really, at his core, was lanky limbs and awkward posture, even more so standing. Hence why he only had sitting streams.

Bev told him when she started the stream, and then promptly asked, "Should I move my camera up? Can you guys see Richie?"

Chat was still basically dead, but some people did answer her.

"'Tragically yes'," she read out, laughing, "-Oh hey, Eddie! I've seen you in Richie's streams how are you?"

"Hi, spaghetti!" He grinned (big enough that it was kind of embarrassing), waving.

eddie.kaspbrak: I'm doing okay thank you

bevs.boa: 🍝🍝🍝

the_fashionista27: whose eddie

trashy.tozier: @/the_fashionista27 a regular on trashmouth streams

dizknees: EDDIEEEE

trashy.tozier: 🍝🍝🍝

elite.girl07: bev what are we doing today

skirt-nopants: why are there spaghetti emojis in chat

beverly_supremacy34: BEVVYYYY

stan.the.man: why is he here

tozier_babeyyy: 🍝🍝🍝

benny.boy: so excited for today's stream !!!

"We are doing men's clothes today," she chimed, happily, before walking back to where Richie stood (where she was drastically shorter) and splaying out her hands, "-hence our visitor."

He threw out some jazz hands, awkwardly. He always felt a little out of place on other people's streams, he usually toned himself down, especially for Bev's.

eddie.kaspbrak donated $5: since when are you tall

Beverly laughed, reading that one out. Turning toward Richie, she beckoned him to answer.

"Since I was 16, Eds," he clarified, exaggeratively brushing off his shoulders, and purposely lowering his voice, "-not to brag, but I am 6'1."

dizknees: no he has a good point

bev-hiiiii: I have never actually seen him stand

trashy.tozier: you're 6'1 ?!

the.losers.are.better: I thought he was lying

"Guys, come on," he laughed, speaking defensively, "-have a little faith in me. I'm not that fucking shitty."

stan.the.man donated $10: yes he is don't let him lie to you

Richie laughed again, "Fuck you, Stanley."

"Okay, okay," Bev motioned, "-let's focus chat. What kind of shirt do we want to make today?"

They decided pretty quickly on a button-up, mostly because Richie's wardrobe consisted of that and graphic tees. Bev wanted him to wear it, and he would definitely wear a button-up.

She always did want to test the waters with him though, bring him out of his fashion boundaries. His comfort zone really.

Skimming through the fabrics, she picked up two. She let Richie touch them all (he'd rather die than where a shirt that was scratchy on his skin), and she settled on two that he'd approved of. A white one with light blue vertical stripes, and a yellow one with tiny little stars in a pattern. Richie, naturally, liked the yellow more but either way he'd be happy to have a shirt made by Bev.

"Wait," she paused, debating, "-chat, what if we made him a plain one? And I could style a sweater over the top? Ooh, or a vest-"

"Totally down for that, Bevvy, really, I love it-" he interrupted, "-but we live in California. Layers mean sweat, and I'm a sweaty man-"

big.bill donated $5: how do we beep beep him here

"I guess just use chat," Bev hummed, laughing a little.

smell-ya-later: beep beep

stan.the.man: beep beep

eddie.kaspbrak: shut the fuck up richard

bevs.boa: beep beep

trashy.tozier: sweaty rep say that king 🤴

elite.girl07: beep beep (I have no idea what we're doing)

dizknees: beep 📣 beep 📣

pantmeup88: dunno you but beep beep ig

the_fashionista27: beep beep

the._.voices: beep beep

b*tchy-richie: beep beep

beverly_supremacy34: just realized that's trashmouth

mike.me.up: beep beep

Richie raised his hands in surrender, pretending to zip his lips closed. Bev promptly zipped them back open with a smile, patting his chest, "It's not fun if you're not talking, Rich."

She then spun around pointing at the camera, making a motion like she was watching them, "I'll fight you guys next time, watch out."

Chat responded with a slew of emojis.

"Alright, anyway," she pulled up the two fabrics -showing them to the camera, "-chat, these are our options."

Bev walked back to Richie's side, holding up the blue against his chest, "A," then the yellow, "-or B? Mods?"

The poll was finishing up, when the notification popped up.

eddie.kaspbrak donated $5: don't listen to those fuckers it's yellow

"Is blue even winning, Eds?" Richie laughed, something fluttering in his chest. He thoroughly debated changing his entire wardrobe to yellow-

dizknees: period say that 🍝

trashy.tozier: no he's right

trashmouth-for-me: YELLOWWW

bevs.boa: you guys don't understand art it's blue

girlie-pops: I'm late what are we arguing about

pickle-pickle7: no fr it's yellow

your._.mom: guys come on be real it's yellow

beverly_supremacy34: HOW IS BLUE WINNING

dizknees: yellow stans UNITE 😤😤😤

baby-baby67: yellow yellow yellow

butterfly_spawn: first stream what's up

bevs.boa: @/butterflyspawn hiiiii welcome <33

babey_gurl745: obvi yellow

urgencyforwhat: listen to me when I say this BLUE

burt-n-ernie.loverz: blue it matches his eyes

stan.the.man: eddie's right

smell-ya-later: poll is rigged bevvy

benny.boy: I think he looks good in both

"Thanks, Benny," Richie hummed, batting his lashes, and blowing a strangely wet kiss toward the camera.

Bev pursed her lips, eyeing the poll, "It's going to crazy fucking close, guys."

eddie.kaspbrak: can I pay for more votes

Bev and Richie laughed at that. Well, Richie might have giggled, actually. Why was every embarrassing thing he did on public record?

trashy.tozier: where's the gay shit guy saying that is gay shit

trashmouth-for-me: @/trashy.tozier no real

gay.shit.guy: 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 GAY SHIT MENTIONED 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

bevs.boa: are y'all seeing what I'm seeing 👀

butterfly_spawn: I hope yellow wins

beverly_supremacy34: @/bevs.boa no no I see it

battle.bus547: yellow deserves it

girlie-pops: bev do both

burly._.bears89: will you guys play minecraft soon

trashy.tozier: richie tozier gay? more at 11

bet_on_it: @/trashy.tozier trashmouth is gay?

trashy.tozier: @/bet_on_it are you serious?

trashmouth-for-me: yellow yellow yellow

"Alright," Bev laughed, clapping her hands once, "-I think I'm just going to do both. Alright, Rich, get ready for some measuring!"

The rest of the day was pretty quick, Bev told him it would take a few days if not a week for her to get one done, at least a few more streams. Two meant a longer wait and Richie was alright with it. He couldn't fucking imagine making something himself, so he would wait without complaint. Not that he'd complain anyway.

He waltzed up the stairs of his apartment, fingers dancing along the rails. The metal chime echoed around the room as he did so, and he paused -waiting to see if anyone was in the stairwell.

Richie wasn't entirely sure he knew any of his neighbors, or even if he wanted to. Who knew their neighbors these days? He only really saw familiar people in the lobby, and surprisingly, he didn't really talk to them. Well, maybe not surprisingly, if you really knew him he wasn't super comfortable with strangers. When he was nervous, not uncomfortable, he started fucking talking.

It was different.

Slowly, when there was no reaction, Richie made it up the stairs. And then, his phone started blaring.

"Shit," he nearly dropped it, before quickly answering, "-Hello?"

"Richie," it was Mike, he realized (in all his haste, he hadn't really even checked the caller ID apparently), "-hey. Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"What? No," he mended, quickly -regaining his composure and walking through his floor (lowering his voice appropriately) "-I'm just getting home from Bev's, what's up, Mikey?"

"I wanted to," he paused a second, "-I wanted to talk to you about Eddie."

Richie faltered, slowly putting the key into the lock, "What about Eds?"

"You're not-" Mike started, before seeming to reiterate, "-You're not fucking with him, are you?"

He opened his door, sliding off his shoes and tossing a bag he brought onto the counter -moving to lock the door behind himself, "Fucking with him?"

Mike clarified, "Like joking? About being... being interested in him, friend or otherwise?"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's not you, Rich," he quickly added, "-Eddie's just been through some shit. He's an old friend and deserves a lot better than what the world has given him."

Right, 'so good to see you happy man ❤️'.

"How do you know him?" Richie asked before he could stop it -throwing himself onto the couch.

"You remember how me and Ben lived in the same shitty smalltown?"

Ben and Mike were old friends, used to volunteer at the library over the summer together. (At least, he's pretty sure that's how that happened.) They hadn't stayed in contact, but then Bev found Ben and recruited him, and they were reunited. Even still, Richie doesn't know the luck of that happening but it did.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Well, Eddie lived there too," Mike clarified, "-He visited the library a lot, it was one of the only places he was allowed to go-"

"Allowed?" Richie questioned, once again his mouth was uncontrollable.

"His mom, she..." Mike fell silent, settling on something, "-Eddie should tell you about that. It's not my place."

"Oh-kay," Richie replied, a little confused, fidgeting with a button on his shirt, "-Mikey, what is this about?"

There was a pause.

"Look," Mike refocused, voice steady (in the scary loyal kinda way Richie's only heard a few times), "-all I'm asking is if you're genuine. With Eddie."

"You do shit like this for me?" He joked, a little flatly, "-Or do you pick favorites?"

"I am," Mike answered simply, "-I already have."

He talked to Eddie? Something in Richie wanted to ask about it, poke and prod until he couldn't anymore. Just like he always did. What did he say about me? What did he say about m-

"So?" Mike questioned.

Richie pursed his lips for a second.

"Of course, I'm fucking genuine," he started fidgeting with the buttons more intently like he could avoid what he was saying (make it a little less real), "-I think Eddie is the shit. Probably the coolest person I know, no offense, and I-"

The words halted in his throat, almost like he wasn't ready to say them. He powered through anyway.

"-I really like him. It's fucking embarrassing how much I like him."

"Like-like?" Mike asked, completely serious.

"Are you seriously fucking saying that right now?" Richie laughed, pulling his fingers away from the button, "-You sound like we're under the bleachers gossiping about the hunky football captain or some shit. Do you think he'll ask me to the dance, Mikey? Do ya think so-"

Mike laughed, "How else am I supposed to say it?"

"I dunno," he added, brushing a hand through his curls, "-How about... Are you into him? Do you think he's hot as shit? Have you planned your future marriage ceremony in your head-"

"Have you?"

Richie's lips pressed into a firm line (he'd really only gotten to the engagement part -god he was so fucked up), "No."

"Right," Mike laughed -uncertain, "-Look, Richie, I think it's great you like him, and I'm willing to bet he's into you too-"

Why? What did he say? He likes me? How do you-

"-But be careful," he continued, "-I don't want you or Eddie hurt in the long run. It would be really shitty to half to divide my time like I have divorced parents."

"I'd obviously have custody of you," Richie instinctively responded.

"I don't know," Mike countered, "-Eddie has a lot of fight in him. He'd drag you through hell in court."

"Fair point," he relented, maybe smiling a little.

"Well, that's all I wanted to ask," Mike sighed out, "-Plus, I stream in like an hour, so I gotta go. But take care of yourself, okay?"

"Yeah, you too," he quietly responded.

It felt a little like it echoed along his walls, even though the room wasn't as empty as the stairwell. (It felt a little like it was, in the ways that mattered). Richie dropped his phone on his chest and stared up at the ceiling -silent.

He should probably tell Stan all of this is happening, huh? And Steve, when he sees him next. (Should be in about a month.) He basically had a list for the guy when he gets to his next appointment, filled with thoughts and events-

Ding.

Richie peeked at his phone.

e.kaspbrak

Did Mike talk to you?

He pursed his lips a second, fingers stagnant against the keyboard.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

yeah u?

e.kaspbrak

Obviously, I just asked you dipshit.

Richie smiled.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

u r a funny guy eds

u should steal my job u could do it

e.kaspbrak

You're good at your job.

And fuck that, I want to watch your streams.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

u like my streams ???

e.kaspbrak

I'm subscribed to you, moron.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

well yeah

I thought u just wanted to shit on me

or maybe see my pretty face 😉

e.kaspbrak

You're lucky I'm far away from you.

Richie pursed his lips together, typing before he could stop.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

no

no I'm not eds

He watched the message for a few seconds, eyeing the bubbles typing away and then disappearing. Like he was writing and rewriting everything, like he wasn't sure what to say. Richie wasn't sure what he would say if the tables were flipped.

So instead of assuming (despite his stomach twisting with anxiety), he patiently waited. (If you could count his foot bouncing so fast it was shaking his coffee table patient).

e.kaspbrak

I'm genuine.

You have to fucking know that at this point.

He thought for a second, smoothing the words over his skin.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

so am I

e.kaspbrak

That's not answering my question trashmouth.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I didn't know

e.kaspbrak

Really?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

yeah

u r kinda a dick to me tbf

e.kaspbrak

That's just how I am.

Sometimes I'm a dick to people I care about, it happens.

Richie smiled again then, quietly absorbing the words. Eddie was such an interesting person, and Richie (un)surprisingly could not wait to know all the little Eddie-isms.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I care about u too spaghetti

There was a pause again, and Richie felt a little heavy for a second. Waiting.

e.kaspbrak

Mike told me about your parents.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

mikey told me about ur mom

vaguely

e.kaspbrak

Vaguely too.

Do you want to talk about it?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

do u eds?

e.kaspbrak

Eventually.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

yeah me too

I wanna tell u eventually

e.kaspbrak

Richie?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

yeah spaghetti?

e.kaspbrak

I like when you talk, even if it's the stupidest shit I've ever heard.

Richie laughed then, quietly, and something smoothed off his shoulders. The heaviness felt lighter. Just like it always did with Eddie somehow. His mind was quieter, calmer. He doesn't know how he does it, but he does.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I think that's the first time I've ever heard that from anybody eds

e.kaspbrak

Well, people are dumb as fuck.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

u r not wrong

but thank u

means a lot from u

e.kaspbrak

What does that mean?

Richie paused, carefully, thinking over a response. It felt different this time, this conversation, he wasn't sure why. It just felt a little monumental, like they were crossing something, a milestone (as Steve, his therapist said).

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

u r pretty cool too eds

even if u call me dipshit a lot

I still think u r pretty cool

e.kaspbrak

You are a dipshit.

But thank you.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

ahh good ole mean spaghetti

believe me nice eds is cute

but there's something special about grumpy lil eddie :)

e.kaspbrak

Ew.

Richie frowned. Did he say something?

e.kaspbrak

You called me Eddie.

Don't do that again.

He laughed out loud, something swirling around in his chest. It felt weird for a second, it had barely been a month knowing him, and even less texting him, but it felt right. Like they were meant to slot together. Like destiny (which was cliché as fuck).

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

sir yes sir 🫡

e.kaspbrak

You're such a dick.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

that's my name don't wear it out babey~

He smiled for a moment, dropping his phone onto his chest with a breath. And in that moment, his apartment felt a little less empty. Richie wasn't sure how to feel about that at all, but it felt good for now.

e.kaspbrak

Shithead.

Yeah, he thought to himself, I think it's pretty good.

[bubblegum-meangirls1234]

Facts about greta keene

Her favorite color is pink,blue and red

Her favorite animal is a bunny and a cat

She lives on the rich side of derry

Her mom moved away and didn’t take Greta. So it’s only her dad and Greta

Her favorite idol is David bowie

She used to have a Crush on Henry bowers

Her friends are sally and Marcia,but she’s closer with Marcia

She questions her sexuality a lot (canon)

She bullies Beverly and calls her a pick me and slut beacuse Beverly ONLY hangs out with guys and she finds that annoying

Sally nickname for greta is loni (1990)

Greta perms her hair once a month but she stopped because she was to lazy ☝️🙄

Out of the bowers gang she would always hang out with Victor beacuse he was sweet and a lover boy 🫶🏾🙂

Her favorite bubble gum flavor is strawberry and watermelon

Her favorite model is Marilyn Monroe 

She had a friend named Sophia that died in a car crash back in second grade

She hates working with her dad 

She was so drunk she kissed Eddie on the cheek one time. (He liked it but didn’t look at her the same and she was embarrassed)

Greta. Sally and Marcia jumped a girl name Ronnie beacuse she was talking to Sally’s boyfriend

Her favorite perfume is chanel

She wanted to date this guy name cayden but he was dating a girl name lilo,Greta was sad and also got her revenge.(greta and Marcia Burned her knees and pour Lake water on her) 🙁🫤

She use to smoke cigarettes so she can stay young🤮

She found a snake And put it in richies backpack

Her favorite subject is Science and Sex ed

She beated up bev so bad she had to go to the ER :(

Her birthday is august 7th 1988

She lost her V card at 16

She’s a B and a A student suprisly

She’s a girly girl

[madamlaydebug]

Grace Beverly Jones (born 19 May 1948??) is a model, singer and actress. Born in Jamaica, she and her family moved to Syracuse, New York, when she was a teenager. Jones began her modeling career in New York state, then in Paris, working for fashion houses such as Yves St. Laurent and Kenzo, and appearing on the covers of Elle and Vogue. She notably worked with photographers such as Jean-Paul Goude, Helmut Newton, Guy Bourdin, and Hans Feurer, and became known for her distinctive androgynous appearance and bold features.

Her grandfather, John Williams, was also a musician and played with Nat King Cole. Her father, Bishop Robert Winston Jones, moved the family to CNY and founded the Apostolic Church of Jesus Christ in Syracuse. Jones' brother is megachurch preacher Bishop Noel Jones, who starred on the 2013 reality show Preachers of LA.

Through her relationship with longtime collaborator Jean-Paul Goude, Jones has one son, Paulo. From Paulo, Jones has one granddaughter.

Jones attended Central High School in Syracuse. She claims she doesn't know how old she is. Although some sources say she was born in 1948, Jones says she graduated early from Central High School in Syracuse in 1967; she was around 15 years old, ahead of most of her peers due to more rigorous education at an early age in Jamaica. She also studied theater at Onondaga Community College.

Beginning in 1977, Jones embarked on a music career, securing a record deal with Island Records and initially becoming a high-profile figure of New York City's Studio 54-centered disco scene. In the early 1980s, she moved toward a new wave style that drew on reggae, funk, post-punk, and pop music, frequently collaborating with both the graphic designer Jean-Paul Goude and the musical duo Sly & Robbie. She scored Top 40 entries on the UK Singles Chart with "Private Life", "Pull Up to the Bumper", "I've Seen That Face Before", and "Slave to the Rhythm". In 1982, she released the music video collection A One Man Show, directed by Goude, which earned her a nomination for Best Video Album at the 26th Annual Grammy Awards. Her most popular albums include Warm Leatherette (1980), Nightclubbing (1981), and Slave to the Rhythm (1985).

As an actress, Jones appeared in several indie films prior to landing her first mainstream appearance as Zula in the fantasy-action film Conan the Destroyer (1984) alongside Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sarah Douglas, and subsequently appeared in the James Bond movie A View to a Kill (1985) as May Day, and starred as a vampire in Vamp (1986); all of which earned her nominations for the Saturn Award for Best Supporting Actress. In 1992, Jones acted in the Eddie Murphy film Boomerang, and contributed to the soundtrack. She also appeared alongside Tim Curry in the 2001 film Wolf Girl.

Jones has been cited as an inspiration for multiple artists, including Annie Lennox, Lady Gaga, Rihanna, Solange, Lorde, Róisín Murphy, Brazilian Girls, Nile Rodgers, Santigold, and Basement Jaxx. In 2016, Billboard ranked her as the 40th greatest dance club artist of all time.

[batmannotes]

NATIONAL LAMPOON'S VACATION 4K RELEASE 

Way back in 1983, the now classic comedy, Vacation was released. The story follows Clark W. Griswold (Chevy Chase) as he embarks on a roadtrip with his kids (Anthony Michael Hall, Dana Barron) and wife (Beverly D'Angelo) in the "Family Truckster" from Chicago to the L.A. amusement park Walley World. Along the way, the Griswolds encounter out-of-control cars, an ill-tempered dog, a beautiful model (Christie Brinkley), and hillbilly cousin Eddie (Randy Quaid). Imogene Coca, and John Candy also star as Harold Ramis directs from a script by John Hughes.

VIDEO QUALITY 📽️ : A

If you grew up anywhere during the 80s you probably have seen this hilarious film, and most have viewed it more than once. The great news is that the film has never visually looked any better than on the newly released 4K Blu-Ray. Everything from the beautiful scenery on the Griswold's road trip to the simplicity of their flesh tones look amazing. I own the 30th Anniversary Edition on Blu-Ray and the upscale to 4K is very noticeable.    

AUDIO QUALITY 🔈 : C  

There's not a whole lot to say about the audio other than it's contains the English: DTS-HD Master Audio 2.0 Mono (48kHz, 24-bit) with options of both French and Spanish Dolby Digital 2.0 (192kbps). The dialogue sounds crisp and easy to understand. Sadly, the music, which consists of Lindsey Buckingham's "Holiday Road" does not include The Pointer Sisters' "I'm So Excited" (still being replaced by June Pointer's "Little Boy Sweet").

EXTRAS 📀 : C-

Except for the commentary (which includes the director, Harold Ramis; actors Chevy Chase, Randy Quaid, Anthony Michael Hall and Dana Barron; and Producer Matty Simmons) all the bonus features are only available streaming on the Movie Anywhere App. Each special feature has been available on previous releases. And although you're getting a digital copy of the film, which is nice, there is not a basic Blu-Ray copy included. 

FINAL GRADE: B+

Although the bonus features are pretty much limited to streaming on the Movies Anywhere app, the newly released transfer of National Lampoon's Vacation is dazzling and should satisfy even the pickiest viewer. It's a legendary comedy presented on the best possible format, and you can't ask for too much more than that. 

Available at Amazon. Direct link here.

[kwebtv]

Richard Arnold Roundtree (July 9, 1942 – October 24, 2023) Film and television actor and model, who was best known for his portrayal of private detective John Shaft in the 1971 film Shaft as well the eponymous television series (1973–1974). He was also known for his features in several TV series, including Roots, Generations, and Desperate Housewives.

In the 1986-1987 season he starred in the short lived series Outlaws.

During the 1990's Roundtree kept featuring in TV series: on September 19, 1991, he appeared in the episode "Ashes to Ashes", from the second season of Beverly Hills, 90210. Around 1997 he played a leading role as Phil Thomas in the Fox ensemble drama, 413 Hope St; in 1999, he portrayed Booker T. Washington in the 1999 television movie Having Our Say: The Delany Sisters' First 100 Years.

In 2004, Roundtree guest-starred in several episodes of the first season of Desperate Housewives as an amoral private detective.

Starting from the same year, Roundtree appeared in the television series The Closer as retired colonel D. B. Walter; in 2006, he starred in the science fiction drama series Heroes as Charles Deveaux, the terminally ill father of main character Simone Deveaux (Tawny Cypress). He then appeared as Eddie Sutton's father-in-law in several episodes of family drama series Lincoln Heights. In 2008 he also appeared in the TV series Knight Rider as the father of FBI agent Carrie Ravai (Sydney Tamiia Poitier). Starting from 2013, he co-starred as the father of lead character Mary Jane Paul (Gabrielle Union) in the drama series Being Mary Jane, aired on BET.

In 2019 Roundtree had a recurring role on Family Reunion. (Wikipedia)

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[steampunkforever]

Beverly Hills Cop is a really fun copaganda flick. Produced by the guy who also produced Top Gun, you know what you're in for, and that means not thinking too hard about some of the things the movie is pushing. It's picking up a dirtbike from some guy on craigslist and ignoring some concerning comments on politics these days in order to make the sale go smoothly. You can raise a couple eyebrows but the #1 goal here is fun.

To that end, this film is very good. There's a reason it shot Eddie Murphy to stardom, and the script--rewritten with heavy input from Murphy after Sylvester Stallone's disastrous edgy primary rewrite--is just as charming as the leading man. This is a movie about an underdog Detroit detective trying to investigate his childhood friend's murder by a corrupt LA art dealer, and Murphy really sells it. Frustrated by class divisions and--take special note--procedural requirements the police are forced to follow, Murphy's detective character is a lovable, fast-talking charmer and you can't help but cheer for him as he drives his dented Chevy Nova next to the shiny Mercedes models of Rodeo drive.

Taking note that all films are inherently about making films, it's easy to draw a direct line between a film starring a relatively small entertainer new to the movies and the story of a scrappy detective from a smaller (and relatively racially dissimilar) town trying to rub elbows with the stuck up establishment guys who do things a certain way. Inasmuch as a movie is about making movies, it's clear that Beverly Hills Cop is telling a story about making it in showbiz as someone who wasn't born into the big club (perhaps a young comedian trying to break into the movies after finding success in standup).

Simultaneously, the finale's "moral" of the story is that things are better when cops violate civil rights to nail the bad guys who they couldn't get otherwise. As a writer I saw a clear opportunity for the LA cop characters to obfuscate the truth and bend the rules to nail the bad guy on probable cause, already a morally dubious ending but still better than what we actually got. Rather than omit some truths in the police report with a wink, the film's great moment of triumph has the Beverly Hills police outright lie about the events culminating into a bloody shootout, with Murphy's character smiling in approval the whole time.

To that end, I found the messaging of the film reminding me of a campus cop who'd prevented a local homeless man from stealing student bicycles. Retelling the story of how angry the man had been at being stopped from cutting bike chains, the cop remarked that he wished he could've punched out the man like a Philadelphia policeman had recently been caught doing. Which is to say, while the emotional appeals to justice there are valid, the rhetoric there leads to more civil rights violations than not.

This is a precise example of what a lot of my posting on propaganda references. Even as some scenes furrowed my brow (*shaking my head and frowning while I laugh so that people know I disagree with the copaganda in Beverly Hills Cop*), the movie is too good not to watch, and rather than studiously eschewing anything with the hint of a harmful idea I'd posit that you should lighten up instead.

I highly suggest Beverly Hills Cop as a staple 80s film, even with the copaganda caveat. In fact, its biggest societal harm was not glorifying police violence but rather the fact that its main theme served as the sample for the Crazy Frog Song that plagued flip phone ringtones and will probably continue to haunt phone calls for decades to come.

[joshisurcrush]

"IT" by Stephen King

To preface this, the book is nothing like the movie. It's absolutely nothing like the movie. They took the characters' names and three isolated events from the book that were roughly three pages long each, and then made a movie out of that. If you watched the movie, don't associate it with my following review.

Heads up, I ABUSE brackets (constantly), and another FYI: There’ll be a level of abuse/sex/gore talk, so it might be in your best interest to skip this review if you’re sensitive to that.

IT (by Stephen King) was super crazy, I loved it, and my overactive imagination did too. The characters are pretty good (I'd kiss Richie Tozier on the lips in a mildly homoerotic way), the story is laid out so nicely and the word choice is insane. Even as someone who’s not a native speaker but started English along with basic multiplication, I’ve had to search up some words. Sure, the book might have given me nightmares about flying leeches biting dime-sized holes into my arms and flying into my mouth to then blow up to the size of a balloon as they fill with my blood, but it was fun to read. Wild ride. I also liked the perspective switch, graphic detailing, and the way that the horrible events described were used as a vessel to talk about bigger things. This book basically scratched all of my itches. A need for gore, a need for emotional depth, a need for comedic relief, a need for poetry, a need for murder and for horrors beyond my comprehension.

Ok, I'm gonna elaborate a bit further to do the story justice. I drip-fed the book to myself slowly, reading a bit every day, five days a week, and it took me... weeks. Well, currently it's one of my favorite books and there's good reason for it. First off, the perspective switches were awesome. Point, end of the story, I don’t care how you stand to Stephen King himself, the plot or anything else relating the book. Incredible. I like how you were able to see everything from everyone's perspective, how there were subjective and objective accounts of things, diary entries, news articles, etc. Had me cumming and nutting I swear to god and little baby jesus, it's so good.

Second, the family dynamics were well-written. I'm a cause-and-effect type of guy, and I like when characters are fleshed out, and there's a rhyme and reason as to why they're the way they are. King (Stephen King, the author) executes this fantastically by letting you meet the families of most of the losers (that's what they call the main characters if you were unaware.) 

For example, we're introduced to Bill's post-Georgie apathetic, cold family (giving him a motive to kill IT, since he thinks it'll make his family care about him again). We meet Eddie Kaspbrak’s mother, a fat and overly emotional lady that sort of abused him (I'm sure that the way she treated him was abusive actually) and she ended up really shaping his character from a young age.

Mike Hanlon's family was awesome and supportive though, real model family, but he got crap for being african american (the story’s set in 1958, it was really bad for Mike). Richie Tozier also had a good family (probably the most normal), and Stan Uris did as well (he went birdwatching a lot with his dad.) Bev's family, I think, was the worst of all because her dad physically and emotionally abused her, and well as attempting to sexually abuse her. This is later reflected in the man she marries, Tom, who physically, emotionally, and sexually abuses her. It was very hard to read, I'm gonna be honest. I didn't know what it feels like to read something with a lump in your throat until I read the parts about Tom and Beverly. Plus, it's like... ultra-triggering for survivors of abuse, it was pretty triggering to me, so I'd discourage anyone who went through that kind of stuff from reading. If you really wanna read IT though, as a sexual assault survivor or someone who’s easily triggered by stuff related to SA, you should skip over the Beverly POVs because frankly, they're just brutal.

Well, on a lighter note, I like how Stephen King wrote sex in this book (it's a continuous theme.) And before you judge me, I'm praising him for being thorough enough, but also vague enough. The story is not an erotica, it's not meant to be hot. Sex is mentioned as a form of bond, as a form of abuse (holy shit there's so much abuse in this book, it's absolutely packed with it), and also mentioned in the "losing your childhood / growing old" sort of way which becomes VERY important later in the story. Sex is only insinuated in the story, it's not graphic, you don't get any action out of it and it's only for the plot which I find awesome. Even in the part where adult Bill cheats on his wife with also-adult Beverly (lol), sex is only insinuated, even though it's the only actual erotic scene in the book. Felt like mentioning it on the side, but I *do* think that the way that King wrote about ten-year-old Beverly Marsh’s body way very, very weird; but I was able to let it slide because it wasn’t too frequent and medium in severity. Still think King is kinda messed for describing a kid’s body that way.

Lastly, the poetry is crazy good, and the way he strings together the literal dozens of characters with their own individual stories and experiences is so well-executed. King unironically sat down, created a masterpiece, and dipped. Everything fits into place, all the experiences come together to form this... beautiful picture with no loose threads. Everything ties off together, there are no plotholes and the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. I'm getting goosebumps and a boner thinking about this (I'm a writer, how could you tell?), but the only thing I didn't like about the book is how it ends. I’m gonna ruin Christmas, but essentially IT ends with all of them moving to different states/places and forgetting each other, like, a full memory wipe, and just going back to their lives before that. They're slightly improved though, because Bev leaves her abusive husband and Ben gets a promotion, along with Bill's depression lightening up.

Now comes something that really ruffles my feathers. I hate Ben's and Beverly's relationship toward the end. I hate, hate, hate it. If the word HATE was printed tiny, 10 times onto every square inch of the 1184 pages of the IT paperback, it wouldn't be able to touch the amount of HATE HATE HATE that I feel for the relationship between the two. Bev could have ended up with anyone else. Richie would’ve been ideal, maybe Eddie, hell, Bill would have even been fine if his wife had died. But Ben? Ben the weirdo who's fantasized about touching her breasts starting in fourth grade? Ben who never got over her, even as she was married? Ben who couldn't back the heck off? Ben, the lonely pig who I wished had died instead of Eddie in the finale of the book? I guess he's not as bad as Tom, but holy, I was dreading the Bev&Ben arc, and it ended up being confirmed at the end of the book. Screw that, bro. 

Still doesn't take away from how good the book was. I'd rate it a solid ten.

[deathproofpony]

Adult Fluff TV

>be Uncle Eddie Patterfamilia. >yes THAT Uncle Eddie. You've seen my work. Spectacular. >for the uptight pussies in the crowd, you used to act and direct in those "barely legal" videos >your speciality was assfucking 18 year old girls while making them suck giant lollipops >then you jam the lolli in their snatch and... >well, you get the idea >then you got Hepatitis. no one would work with you. can't blame them, but it still sucks >but that was last year. a few months ago you were contacted by some producer for The Hub >you hadn't heard of the guy, but you were in totally different industries. >seems he knew you, though, and liked your work. he was offering a job >a GOOD job. director for two shows just for fluffy ponies. guy had a whole channel of them already >it was making money, too. a LOT of it. you'd be a fool to refuse. >the first was called "Plot" - all it consisted of was shots of fluffy pony mares showing their cooches >that was it. nothing fancy. just hop down to the adoption agency, pick up a few strays and dress them up a little >then video tape them from the backside, for the most part >easy peasy Japanesey. >at first you started going to great lengths to get them to show the goods. >shaving, duct tape, string, beatings, anal insertion, more beatings... >then the producer guy explained that you didn't always have to show all the goods >in fact, sometimes the insinuation was part of the eroticism for these things >you can dig that... sort of like when you would stare at underwear models in catalogs when you were a kid >so you took it down a notch... let them show what they wanted to show >although you learned a few tricks, too. sometimes bring a good-looking stallion into the room >sometimes that alone would get those bitches raising their tails >sometimes you'd let them start the mating process. inevitably the same thing would happen >a few... special... fellows even offered to bring their own mares down to be on the show >fuck it. that's five bucks less per head you'd have to pay from the adoption fees. >not to mention not having to take care of them. >you even managed to get a couple of guest stars. >your highest rated show so far featured "Missy Elly May" from the "Beverly Fluffbillies" >although you had mostly stopped using bogus methods to show their plot, you made sure Missy Elly May got fully exposed >shit, that was easy enough. >when the little prima donna bitch wouldn't show the goods, you just pulled her tail up and pointed her at the nearest camera. >her owner was pissed but Fluff TV ended up selling ten times as many Missy Elly May Fluffckers (tm) than they were before >having gotten "Plot" almost on autopilot you concentrated on the real jewel in your crown: "Special Hugs" >it was exactly what it sounded like. record fluffies fucking. >again, you were shocked how many owners willingly brought in their own pets to be on camera >if these people had kids they'd have them in those fucked-up pre-pubescent beauty contests >this show was a bit more difficult and certainly more controversial >the gimmick was that you had to shoot the sex scenes so they always looked consentual... on both sides >once in a while you'd get a really randy female that would attack males so they would be mounted >that ended up with a couple of bites or kicks in their balls. must have hurt like a motherfucker >there were always females that didn't want it. well, fortunately they're still classified as animals so a little force could be used >I mean... you don't hold down Monica Bellucci and yell at her to take that cock and then beat her ass with a paddle when she cries >that would be pretty fucking awesome, but it still doesn't happen >so these little cunts would get smacked, anally penetrated, whipped, screamed at, punched, tied up, tied down, gagged, whatever it took >thank god for dubbed audio tracks > >Season 1:Episode 23:Segment:2 "Orangeade and General" >"Action!" "wahhhhhhhhhh! dun wan speshal huggies fwom bad fwuffy! meanie fwuffy bite owangeade eaw!" >"George, give General a couple of whacks with the Sorry Stick for biting." >"Yes, sir." >"nuu! nuu sowwy stick! genewal sowwy!" >"Shut up." >*whack whack whack* >"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" >"Get him back on top of her. Good. Action. Camera two, get in position." >"pwease stawp! hewp! hewp! bad fwuffy giff bad feewlies! dun wan..." >"She's crying again." >"Stick the hot pepper up her ass." >"Are you..." >"Do not second guess me, boy. You jam that pepper in there and keep your mouth shut." >"Yes, sir." >"wahhhhhhhhhhh! hawt! hawt! hawt in poopie pwace!" >"You get that, audio?" >"Got it, sir." >"enf enf enf" >"pwease staaaaaaaaaaawp!" >"duct tape her mouth." >"Got it." >"mmph! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" >"Audio?" >"yeah, good... good levels. I can work with this." >"All right, let shithead finish, get the money shot and throw these two idiots down the trash chute." >"enf enf enf... wauuuuuuuuuugh!" >"Nice money shot. Good work, camera one." >"Thanks, boss." >"Sir, she's still too distraught... I need a couple of close-ups of her enjoying it." >"Bring some spaghetti in here." >the mare's eyes light up at the mention of spaghetti. >"Cameras one and two, get closeups of her face." >the spaghetti is placed in front of the mare. immediately her mood changes and she looks happy >"Let her eat a little..." >the mare eats some, smiling... >"Cut. Get her the fuck outta here." >"nuuu! wan mo spagettis! nuuuuuu!" >the production assistant casually tosses her down a trash chute. >"wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." >"What's that like a five story drop?" >"Six." >"Good. Okay, bring in the ponies for segment three." >Season 1:Episode 23:Segment:3 "Ghost and Laquanda" >"This like some sorta interracial thing? You got a white fluffy and a black fluffy there." >"I guess so, yeah." >"We might have to edit this segment out when it plays in the South." >"I can't believe there's still bigotry out there. Makes you sad for humanity." >"It sure does, George. Sure does. *sigh* ACTION! Take that fucking cock, bitch!" >thank god you didn't have to go into snuff films.

[reddie-ao3feed]

The Things We Fear and the People We Admire

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g9DFB50 by Starfishgirl Dale Cooper and Harry Truman both end up in the Black Lodge, where a certain Eldritch clown is facing down 7 young children in a cave... worlds collide and eyes are opened, but will everyone make it out alive? Or have the angels forsaken them? Words: 4448, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King, Twin Peaks (TV 1990) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dale Cooper (Twin Peaks), Harry Truman (Twin Peaks), Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon Relationships: Dale Cooper/Harry Truman, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier Additional Tags: Set in 1990, During the 27 Years (IT), Post-First Battle with Pennywise (IT), during the first battle with Pennywise, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, times 2, Dale Cooper and Harry Truman befriend the loser's club, whaaaa that's not a tag?? /jk, Role Models, Deadlights (IT), Light Angst, Homophobic Language, Mild Language, Internalized Homophobia, Black Lodge (Twin Peaks) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/g9DFB50

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 10.13

Beer Birthdays

George Younger, 1st Viscount Younger of Leckie (1851)

Megan Parisi

Will Meyers

Five Favorite Birthdays

Lenny Bruce; comedian (1925)

Robert Lamm; rock keyboardist (1944)

Fox Mulder; X-Files television character (1961)

Art Tatum; jazz pianist (1910)

Burr Tilstrom; puppeteer (1917)

Famous Birthdays

Ray Brown; jazz bassist (1926)

Chris Carter; screenwriter (1957)

Sacha Baron Cohen; English comedian (1971)

John Ford Coley; pop singer (1951)

Beverly Crusher; Star Trek character (2324)

Jacques de Molay; Grand Master of the Knights Templar (1162)

Sammy Hagar; rock singer (1947)

Beverly Johnson; model (1951)

Nancy Kerrigan; figure skater (1969)

Eddie Matthews; Milwaukee/Atlanta Braves 3B (1931)

Yves Montand; singer, actor (1921)

Nana Mouskouri; Greek singer (1934)

Marie Osmond; pop singer (1959)

Molly Pitcher; Revolutionary War hero (1754)

Kelly Preston; actor (1962)

Allan Ramsay; Scottish artist (1713)

Jerry Rice; San Francisco 49ers WR (1962)

Nipsey Russell; comedian, actor (1924)

Jim Samuels; comedian (1948)

Paul Simon; singer, songwriter (1941)

Cornel Wilde; actor (1915)

[sludgest]

> IT by Stephen King

TW: Abuse, Sex talk, Gore, Godawful Shipping etc.

To preface this, the book is nothing like the movie. It's absolutely nothing like the movie. They took the characters' names and three isolated events from the book that were like... three pages long each, and then made a movie out of that. If you’re thinking of the movie, don't associate it with my following review, even though I’ll be using movie ss to make the review more visually appealing. I repeat, this is not about the movie.

TW: abuse, sex talk, gore

IT, by Stephen King, was super crazy, I loved it, and my overactive imagination did too. the characters are so good, I'd kiss Richie Tozier on the lips in a mildly homoerotic way, the story is laid out so nicely and the word choice is insane. Sure, it might have given me nightmares about flying leeches biting dime-sized holes into my arms and flying into my mouth, but it was fun to read. Wild ride. I also liked the perspective switch, graphic detailing, and the way that these horrible events were used as a vessel to talk about philosophy. This book basically scratched all of my itches. A need for gore, a need for emotional depth, a need for comedic relief, a need for poetry, a need for murder and horrors beyond my comprehension.

Ok, I'm gonna elaborate a bit further to do the story justice. I drip-fed the book to myself slowly, reading a bit every day, five days a week, and it took me... weeks. Well, currently it's my favorite book (no other books have breached the 10-point mark yet) and there's good reason for it. 

First off, the perspective switches were awesome. Point, end of the story. Incredible. I like how you were able to see everything from everyone's perspective, how there were subjective and objective accounts of things, diary entries, news articles, etc. Had me cumming and nutting I swear to god it's so good.

Second, the family dynamics were well-written. I'm a cause-and-effect type of guy, and I like when characters are fleshed out, and there's a rhyme and reason as to why they're the way they are. King (Stephen King, the author) executes this fantastically by letting you meet the families of most of the losers (that's what they call the main characters if you were unaware.) 

For example, we're introduced to Bill's apathetic, cold family (giving him a motive to kill IT, since he thinks it'll make his family care about him again), we meet Eddie Kaspbraks mother, a fat, and overly emotional lady that sort of abused him (I'm pretty sure that the way she treated him was abusive) and really shaped his character from a young age. Mike Hanlon's family was awesome and supportive, real model family, but he got crap for being african american (story set in 1958, it was really bad for Mike). Richie Tozier also had a good family, Stan Uris as well (he went birdwatching a lot with his dad.) Bev's family, I think, was the worst of all because her dad physically and emotionally abused her, and well as attempting to sexually abuse her. This is later reflected in the man she marries, Tom, who physically, emotionally and sexually abuses her. It was very hard to read, I'm gonna be honest. I didn't know what it feels like to read something with a lump in your throat until I read the parts about Tom and Beverly. Plus, it's like... ultra-triggering for survivers of abuse, so I'd discourage anyone who went through that kind of stuff from reading. If you really wanna read IT though, you should skip over the Beverly POVs because frankly, they're just brutal.

Well, third, I like how Stephen King wrote sex in this book (it's a continuous theme.) And before you judge me, I'm praising him for being thorough enough, but vague enough. The story is not an erotica, it's not meant to be hot. Sex is mentioned as a form of bond, as a form of abuse (holy shit there's so much abuse in this book, it's absolutely packed with it), and also mentioned in the "losing your childhood" sort of way which becomes VERY important later in the story. Sex is only insinuated in the story, it's not graphic, you don't get any action out of it and it's only for the plot which I find awesome. Even in the part where adult Bill cheats on his wife with also-adult Beverly (lol), sex is only insinuated, even though it's the only actual erotic scene in the book. 

Lastly, the poetry is crazy, and the way he strings together the literal dozens of characters with their own individual stories and experiences is so well-executed. King unironically sat down, created a masterpiece and dipped. Everything fits into place, all the experiences come together to form this... beautiful picture with no loose threads. I'm getting goosebumps and a boner thinking about this (I'm a writer, how could you tell?), but the only thing I didn't like about the book is how it ends. 

(It ends with all of them moving to different states/places and forgetting each other, like, a full memory wipe, and just going back to their lives before that. They're slightly improved though, because Bev leaves her abusive husband and Ben gets a promotion, along with Bill's depression lightening up.)

Now comes something that really ruffles my feathers. I hate Ben's and Beverly's relationship. I hate, hate, hate it. If the word HATE was printed tiny, 10 times onto every square inch of the 1184 pages of the IT paperback, it wouldn't be able to touch the amount of HATE HATE HATE that I feel for the relationship between the two. Bev could have ended up with anyone else. Richie, maybe Eddie, hell, Bill would have even be fine. But Ben? Ben the weirdo who's fantasized about touching her breasts starting in fourth grade? Ben who never got over her, even as she was married? Ben who couldn't back the heck off? Ben, the lonely, fat pig who I wished had died instead of Eddie in the finale of the book? I guess he's not as bad as Tom, but holy, I was dreading the Bev&Ben arc, and it ended up being confirmed at the end of the book. Screw that, man. 

Still doesn't take away from how good the book was. I'm rating it a solid ten. 

[thorniest-rose]

Got this ask about my fic “All that glitters”: regarding your latest fic about richie winning an emmy: he's okay with eddie modeling for bev until the pictures feature in a magazine and bill buys a copy to support his friend eddie :)

And I’ve been cackling about it for the last day because I can just imagine this happening, and Richie going absolutely bananas. 

Just picture this: it’s been a couple of months since the Emmys, and Bill has invited Richie and Eddie over for dinner. And Richie reluctantly agrees: he’s been in good spirits since winning his award and the Netflix series has started shooting. And they actually have a nice evening; there’s wine and lots of chat and Audra makes a banging gnocchi, and since Eddie has started enjoying food a lot more since being with Richie, he gets to watch Eddie happily munch his way through dinner and clear his plate. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” Richie whispers to him when Audra and Bill step into the kitchen, hand on the back of his neck and rubbing a thumb along his jawline as Eddie flushes.

Like a true gentleman, Richie offers to help Audra clear up in the kitchen, leaving Eddie and Bill to catch up in the dining room. Afterwards, Audra asks if they’re in the mood for dessert which is an obvious yes, as Richie knows what a slut Eddie is for sweet things these days, but when he pokes his head into the dining room to let him know, Eddie and Bill have disappeared. Richie tenses; Eddie should know better than to go somewhere without telling him first. He starts searching for them, checking every room in the house until he hears soft laughter coming from the room at the end of the hallway: Bill’s study. He pushes the door open and sees Bill and Eddie standing by Bill’s desk looking at a piece of paper. They’re laughing and Eddie’s got his dimples out, god fucking dammit.

He’s about to loudly interrupt their cosy little chit chat, when something glossy catches his eye. And that’s when he sees it: the most recent issue of Vogue, the one that has Eddie’s photoshoot in it, and it’s in Bill’s fucking study.

“What the fuck?”

The two men turn and see him looming in the doorway.

“Hey Richie, I was just showing Eddie a scene from my new book,” Bill says.

“Uh huh, whatever. The hell is this?” Richie asks, grabbing the magazine off the coffee table. Eddie looks at it and his eyes go dinner-plate wide.

“Oh, it’s the issue of Vogue with Eddie’s photoshoot.”

“I know what it is, Bill, I bought 200 fucking copies of it. Why do you have it?”

“Richie,” Eddie hisses, glaring at him behind Bill’s back.

Bill just laughs. “You bought 200 copies?”

“Yeah, and I’m getting the picture of Eddie in the cream silk shirt blown up and framed above the fireplace in our living room.” 

“No, you’re NOT, Richie.” And Eddie’s making that angry kitten expression of his, which usually Richie can’t resist, especially when he gets to fuck it off his face, but he can think about doing that again later when they’re at home.

“Well I only bought the one,” Bill chuckles, “but Bev told me about the shoot and I wanted to show my support for Eddie.”

“Oh Bill, you didn’t have to,” Eddie says, still standing way too close to Bill for Richie’s liking. “I haven’t even looked at it. Don’t know how Bev convinced me to do it. It was so embarrassing, having people take pictures of me like that.”

Bill smiles at him softly. “You look lovely in them.”

That damn dimple pops again. “Thanks Bill. Though there was this really warm olive-green peacoat that Bev let me keep, which was nice.”

“Oh, the one on page 26? That was stunning.”

“Excuse me, but what the fuck is happening?” Richie interrupts, voice harsh with anger. “He looked lovely? It was stunning?”

“Don’t mind him, Bill, he’s just forgotten to take his anti-asshole medication.”

“I mean I do it with all the Losers,” Bill replies earnestly as Richie rolls his eyes. “That’s why I went to Stan’s photography show in Atlanta last month, why I’ve got text notifications for Mike’s travel blog-”

“You follow Mike’s travel blog?” Eddie asks as Richie glowers from the doorway. “That’s very sweet of you, Bill.”

“Oh and let’s completely forget the recovering cocaine addict who just made a huge career comeback and won an Emmy,” Richie growls. “Wanna keep up with my recovery, Bill? Want me to pee in a coffee mug for you to test it?”

Bill raises his eyebrows. “I don’t get what the problem is, Richie,” he says, while Eddie makes an unimpressed seriously? face at him.

“The problem, Bill, is that you’ve been perving on my husband-”

“We’re not married yet, Richie! And I think I might change my mind at this rate.”

“No chance, baby,” he says to Eddie before turning back to Bill. “Those pictures are mine to jerk off to, no one else’s,” he says as Eddie buries his face in his hands and groans. “You don’t get to see what Eddie looks like in a peacoat or know what fucking page it’s on. Actually, I’d be happier if you just never looked at Eddie again.” He smiles, all teeth. “That sound good to you, bro?”

“Are you feeling okay, buddy? Do you need to go lie down in the other room?”

Richie’s seriously considering punching Bill in the face when Audra appears in the hallway behind him.

“I was going to say dessert is ready,” she says, her tone chillingly polite, “but if you keep talking to Bill like that, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“You should keep an eye on your husband,” Richie says, waving the magazine at her. “Do you know what he’s been doing when he’s cooped up in here?”

“Oh my god, Richie, let’s go,” Eddie says, mortified. “I’m really sorry, Audra, my fiancé has gone feral, loved the gnocchi though, please send me the recipe,” he babbles as they leave, a tub of leftover gnocchi in his hands and only halfway into his coat before Richie’s dragging him away. “Can’t take you fucking anywhere,” he huffs as Richie bundles him into the car.