#i'm so READYYYY!!!

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Baldur’s Gate 3 has more cinematic dialogue than three times all three Lord of the Rings novels combined. It has 174 hours of cinematics, making it more than twice the length of every season of Game of Thrones combined. All that content serves to give you a tremendous amount of choice and consequence, ensuring everyone’s adventure will be unique.

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[lunaetis]

and so begins the journey ...

[marsdemo]

Hi! I'm looking to explore more punk artists who write about disability (of any kind really) and/or chronic illness, would you happen to have any recommendations for that? Thanks!

hi! i didn't have a concrete list, really, so i did a bit of digging and here's a couple albums & blurbs! it's not actually very punk-centric (more experimental than anything) my apologies. i haven't listened to all of these fully, but the stuff that i've heard has been lovely!

grim bitch/sick shit — collander: experimental/electronic bedroom pop. "a peek into a few weeks of low-spoons electronic production, demo tracks demo bodies." alli yates, the singer behind collander, is also "member of Sins Invalid, a performance collective for artists with disabilities, and is a prominent disability rights activist within Oakland’s underground scene" (bandcamp daily)

187bpm_demo — wheelchair sports camp: experimental funk/hip-hop. "We would like to offer this song of rage, anger, and grief to the ongoing fight for liberation. For those on the frontlines of today's uprising and for the generations of movements before that paved the way, taught us how, and who gave their all for us to be here." i found them through kr/p-hop nation's network, whose website is sadly defunct but the founder's twitter (leroy f moore jr) is still up!

sicko — beast nest: experimental/electronic noise. "And when I personally think about liberation, I think about what it means to get to a place where you are able to be present and really live with that presence. I think about what oppression functions as, what abolition is about, what disability justice is about" (bandcamp daily). sharmi basu (of beast nest!) is one of the people behind ratskin records, a label based in oakland, ca dedicated to "decolonial experimental music centered in the Bay Area and beyond". i've heard some of beast nest's stuff before and it is stellar, definitely recommend if ur interested in brown noise.

the runner — boy harsher: coldwave/drone. "Last year, in the midst of the obvious chaos, but additionally with Matthews’ MS diagnosis, Muller started working on moody, cinematic sketches. It was uncertain what these pieces would become other than catharsis — the duo were unable to tour and making “club music” did not feel right." this one i had saved from a rec post i'd seen somewhere on here, but i hadn't had a chance to listen till now. this is the soundtrack to their short horror film of the same name!

split 12 — chronic anxiety / dialer: post-punk noise/harsh electronic punk. "the album is six slices of pure post punk-noise rock wrapped in a silk swaddle of self-assertion and anxiety." this one's actually a vinyl split between 2 bands but i figured it would be a fun add! this one's a joint release between Bunny Cat Records (Great Weights, Love Club, Impressionist) and SRA Records (FOD, Dead Milkmen, HIRS, Psychic Teens) and their noise is so so cool.

https://synthfreq.bandcamp.com/album/vol-1

the enigma of heaven and other daily delusions — heaven pierce her: electronic/experimental breakcore. "An exploration of christianity, mundane divinity and paranoid schizophrenia in the information age." i'm originally familiar with hakita's work via ultrakill, but this album actually means so much to me for a lot of different reasons. shan't get into it here, hope you enjoy it.

the flesh of the world — uboa: dark ambient/harsh noise. "These four songs were done under quarantine and are about bodies, body dysmorphia and the schizophrenic dissolution of the boundary between self and other" ; i love uboa's work and this album is genuinely fantastic.

i'm not 100% sure if these completely qualify, but the following punk bands are extremely vocal about their support for marginalized groups (and discuss mental illness / disability here and there in their work): hirs collective, blkvapor, the muslims, soul glo, pulses., pinkshift, S.B.S.M., and G.L.O.S.S. ^_^ if anybody else has any recommendations, please feel free to add on! this list is by no means exhaustive, it's literally what i found after a couple weeks of sitting on this ask. i would love love love any recs; they would be much appreciated.

all albums linked are through bandcamp! obligatory mention that bandcamp staff are currently unionizing: check out bandcamp united's linktree for a ton of resources to support them, including email templates to the co-founder expressing your support for the union. on bandcamp fridays, the first friday of every month, all proceeds from sales will go directly to artists & bandcamp will not take any fees. <3

[fuckmemurderman]

Dreading the SH2 remake ngl

[exoexid]

[amenti-aardwolf]

*opens email, browsing casually*

*heart stops*

WHO TF FIGURED OUT MY NAME! GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU HEATHENS!

...

Oh, wait. I put my chosen name when I was signing up for this website's email reminders.

... Heh. I TOTALLY knew that. T^T

[taurusgirly]

pour mon amour | charles leclerc

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Summary: when the internets favorite saucy singer wants to show the pure love she has for a special someone

Warnings: fluffy, cursing?, bad google translate French

charles leclerc x fem!singer!reader

masterlist

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Y/nL/n

liked by oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, and 2,489,301 others

Y/nL/n it’s times like these wish i had a mf time machineeee

thank you to all who came to my show! I had the most wonderful time and I hope you all did too <3 - stream nonsense!!! -

charles_leclerc je suis si fier de toi

Y/nL/n tu es le meilleur je t'aime <3

lewishamilton gorgeous ♡

user ughh mother fr

user BARKK BARKK

user can charles fight??? like fr

user we need new music!!!

Y/nL/n 🙂 user BAEEE??? user BESTIE WHAT DOES THIS MEAN user SCREAMING

landonorris ily but if I have to hear about charles lechair making your eyes roll one more time I'm gonna puke

Y/nL/n 😘

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Y/nL/n

liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 8,104,694 others

Y/nL/n pour mon amour

charles_leclerc je t'aime ♡

user omg omg omg

lilymhe they're not ready

Y/nL/n 🤫 user lily... what do you know user WE"RE NOT READYYYY

user NEW MUSIC???

user WHAT DOES THIS MEAN POOKIE???

user guys I think we're getting a ballad...

user shut up I will die if she pulls out a sappy love song

user pour mon amour 😭😭 for my love

landonorris if this is more music pls be more tame 🙏

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Y/nL/n

liked by charles_leclerc, lilymhe, and 8,101,562 others

Y/nL/n pour mon amour out now ♡ c'est pour l'amour de ma vie et la personne sur qui je peux toujours compter

this is for the love of my life and the person i can always count on

charles_leclerc merci beaucoup chérie tu es la meilleure fille que je connaisse, tu peux toujours compter sur moi et je t'aimerai pour toujours

thank you so much darling you are best girl i know, you can always count on me and i will love you forever

user OMGGG IM CRYING

user shut the hell up this is so cute

lilymhe cried at least 12 times hearing this ep

landonorris okay what the hell.. who cut the onions in here

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[not-so-rosyyy]

talk show z is top tier omg. and to think we'll have kimmel and kelly clarkson guestings next week as well? I'M SO READYYYY 🤧

[rainbowsheeep]

My Coral Crown violin cover is almost done and aaaaaah I'm so proud of this one, I need to fix some bits of the audio, edit the video and it will be readyyyy

I'm using the original drums from the song, guitars and bass are recorded with my electric violin and an effects processor, vocals are done with the acoustic violin

[starheirxero]

UPDATE: IT WAS OUR PUPPET AFTER ALL- THANK GOD-

We've also got Francis now?? He gives pre-october Lunar vibes- He such a goober!

That being said, it brings up so many questions about both him and Frank! They are obviously carved from the same wood! …come from the same motherboard???

They seem to be active opposites! One looks like Sun, the other like Moon. One speaks constantly, while the other took ages to. Even now, Frank's words actively make him sound in pain!

Most importantly, where Frank is a being of negative emotions, Francis comes from positives!

What are they??? Are there more of them??? What would happen, if they met?

So many questions, yet no answers…

Meanwhile, Sams and laes are both…suspiciously positive.

Sun is going through a massive development, for one!

He is actively learning magic, and slowly moving on from the trauma he repressed for so long. He seems to have sparked something in Molten even, though what exactly remains to be seen!

There are still things to work through, but he seems to be doing better!

That being said, it's almost July 16th, and Dazzle is preparing to tell him her secret!

I am guessing, this is where it's all going to go downhill.

I think, shit is going to hit the fan very soon.

Sun will be confronted with his arguably worst day. The question is: will he strong enough to be confronted with it?

Not to forget, Taurus is going to be here soon! They said three weeks. It's almost been three weeks.

And of course, the creator. He seems ready, to take a more active role in the plot. He is aware of Ruin's device, and he is scheming.

Hell, we keep learning new things about him as well! He's the one, who MADE the council, and was exiled from it, which opens even more questions.

Was he going against them? Or was he a threat to them?

We've got a big storm coming, that's for sure…

-Stardust

FOR REAL I WAS SO WORRIED IT WAS THE FIRST MIMCRY MOMENT..... WAITING FOR THE REAL DEAL FEARFUL STYLE THO 😭 AND OMS YEAH FRANCIS'S WHOLE DEAL..... Nodnodnod, they're definitely an intriguing lil fella!!! Exactly like u said, they really are Frank's opposite in every imaginable way and it makes me curious about the "how" and "why" of both the dimension and Frank themselves too tbh! Stars yeah and what would happen if they met..... Need 2 see that now LMAO

Also I'm sorry the fact one feeds on negativity and the other feeds on positivity just makes me think of Dreamtale SORRYHAHAJQGAHS

BUT YEA NO the celestial has had pretty stable ground lately?!!?! Sun has defs been having a pretty solid time, but yeah July 16th is just 4 days away and I ABSOLUTELY think Dazzle is accidentally going to tell him on the worst day and I'm not READYYYY 😭 I know it'll just be devastating ugh :(

NODNOD TAURUS IS SOON APPROACHING TOO. And yeah the creator is stepping up his game too and that's simultaneously exciting and dreadful LMAO

AND YEA THE INFO MOLTEN DROPPED.... I was literally thinking about that just earlier, what could he have done to be a founder of the council and yet still get exiled?!?!!! It makes me wonder if our creator is a unique kind if unethical or cruel, or maybe just a liability in some way? It's so interesting.......

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iambkay I’m so excited and honored to be welcomed back to the DSV Pride stage this year. Can’t wait to celebrate love, inclusion, solidarity and pride. #StrengthInSolidarity #IssaCelebration #ButterflySeason

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simshaderoom Happy Pride! #BaileyKay confirms she will be performing at this year’s pride festivities in DSV. Still no tour announcement but at least it seems your fave is coming back to Simerica and back to work. Love to see it!

d-lo 🔥🌈🦋 rubberbandshan Yasssssss! You already know I'm there. I don't even know what songs I want her to do. ALL of em! 🦋🌈 bflyhive The Queen said this album was a celebration and here we are finally getting to party with BK. I'm readyyyy! bkstan Crying in the club. I won't be able to see her. Just going to have to wait for the tour. 😭 Happy Pride Tho! king b My community and my Queen. Let me open up the Hive Savings Account. DSV here I come. 🌈🌈🦋 anon Hmmmph. I remember when BK used to hit up the pride events in different cities. Now it's just one... I can tell she's over this. theeworst Unfollowed rubberbandshan LOL. Bye! Don't let the door hit you on the way out dumbass. c.spiracy I usually rely on my own sources but this time I heard a rumor. The underground spiracy streets are talking. This might be her final album and the proof was there the whole time. Butterfly - flying away - with four wings - four albums - FINALE. Anyway I have to figure out how to get to DSV for this final performance ever. Happy Pride 🌈🦋

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Pride 2023 "Strength in Solidarity" Saturday, Summer 28 | Pride Park *Inspired by NYC and LA Pride events*

Stay tuned for how to get your own Pride Celebration posters...

[4th-make-quail]

wait it's YOU who's ben putting silt verses on my dash??? didn't know what it was at first until a post you reblogged (art of prayer marks of the many below) caught my eye. tried the first episode at work on a whim and two weeks (and two seasons) later, i can't stop thinking about it, it's got me so good. so THANK YOU for the inadvertent rec!!!! anyways hope you have a nice day out there in the ether

Omggg yes it's me!!! I LOVE THE SILT VERSES SO MUCH!!! I'm so excited that you've been listening to it and enjoying it!! You must tell me all your thoughts *pats dms* that art of the many below prayer marks was soooo cool, I love how people interpret the gods and the godmarks!

I hope you're ready for LOTS AND LOTS OF PAIN 😭😭 the last ever ep airs soon and I am notttt readyyyy

Who is your favourite character? Any fave episodes or gods so far?

[watchoutforthefanfics]

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

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

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: cursing, low self-worth, lil bit of crying, brief mention of toxic relationships, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: This one is very fucking cute, fair warning. The big 10 my friends, time for some milestones !!! ALSO THIS ONE IS A BANGER, SO GET READYYYY. Enjoy :))]]

"Do you think I could stream with you?"

Richie blinked, stirring from where he was currently shuffling through his game library. He was debating what game he wanted to play next stream, or if he wanted to do something else entirely. He was naturally on a videochat with Eddie, his phone set up against one of his monitors.

"What?" He questioned, turning to face Eddie. He was already looking at him, hands fidgeting with his pastel blue polo collar (which Richie knew to be a sign of nerves). Near immediately, he recognized it -brain wired to soothe.

"You know, like," Eddie fidgeted with his hands, and Richie watched it intently, "-be on your stream. Fucking stream together. Maybe... Maybe all of us?"

"Like," Richie clarified slowly, giving him his full attention, "-when you get here? Or?"

Eddie bit his lip a little, still not meeting his eyes, "Ben has an extra mic, and... and some other consoles that I could use. I just... I thought it might be fun, I guess?"

"Eds, I would fucking love to play with you, seriously," Richie explained, carefully adding, "-but it's a big deal to be on a stream. You'll be putting yourself out there for thousands of fucking people."

"I know that," Eddie replied, face maybe twisting a little into frustration, "-and I'm scared a little shitless. But... But I'm always fucking scared, you know? I wanna do something brave for once."

Richie frowned, eyes swimming over his face entirely.

"Eddie baby, you're already fucking brave," Richie reassured, trying to catch his eye (it would be so much easier in person), "-You got the fuck out of that shitty house, on your own, to fucking New York of all places-"

Eddie finally looked up at him, and Richie felt the glance zap all the way down to his toes. Big ass expressive doe-eyes. He felt like he could see the whole universe in there sometimes-

"-and made a living. Maybe a shitty living yeah, but still a living."

Eddie laughed, just a little, before trying to shove it down, "Fuck you. I didn't make a shitty living."

"Eds, you have physically told me that you hate your life," Richie chimed back, smiling, "-I think that means you're making a shitty living."

"Hated," Eddie echoed out.

Richie tilted his head, asking a question without saying a word. Eddie seemed to understand without flinching.

"I fucking hated my life," he continued, clarifying, and smiling in a soft way that made Richie want to hide behind his hair and maybe fucking squeal (like someone meeting their favorite celebrity), "-I've got some pretty good shit to look forward to now, I think."

Richie stared at him for a few seconds, letting the words smooth over his brain. Like he was feeling the sun across his skin after weeks of rain. And it felt a little bit like he was staring into the sun actually -all warm and bright. Feelings bubbling under his skin that he couldn't quite say (not yet). God, he'd never been this fucking happy-

"I'd honestly do anything you fucking wanted, Eds," Richie breathed out, his chest so warm he felt like it might actually burn to a crisp, "-so if you want to stream with the Losers Club, I will fucking find a way."

"Anything?"

Richie grinned, "Fucking anything. Jump into a pit of lava? Cannonball. Parachute out of a plane? I'm getting some fucking air time. Sell my own liver? Sayonara, mi amigo, you've done me well-"

"That's stupid as shit," Eddie chastised, but he was smiling, "-Don't do any of that shit. Ever."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Richie saluted, voice lower for the impression. And he fucking meant it, honestly. He was wrapped around Eddie Kaspbrak's finger, he knew that shit, and was 100% okay with it. There's no fucking place he'd rather be, actually-

"But seriously," Eddie leveled with him, "-you would actually be fine with me streaming with you guys?"

"Eds," Richie laughed, looking steadily at Eddie, "-I would be happy to do anything with you. You're my favorite fucking person. Ever."

Eddie was fighting down a smile, Richie could tell (and he was so glad that the nerves he once saw seemed washed away). It all felt so very natural. Richie really wouldn't want to fucking be anywhere else.

"What about the whole..." Eddie motioned vaguely with his hands, "-boyfriend thing?"

"The fact that we're dating?"

"Yeah," Eddie answered, plainly.

"You don't-" Richie started, before changing course, "-You can just play with me if you want, Eds, we don't have to tell people shit. I flirt with all my friends anyway, so, chat wouldn't notice anything, honestly."

Eddie just stared at him, big brown eyes, "What do you want?"

Frankly, Richie Tozier wanted to scream that he was dating Eddie Kaspbrak off the nearest rooftop. Richie Tozier, if Eddie was with him now, wanted to beg for him to be on his streams just because he wanted to say 'This is my boyfriend, fucking look at him! My boyfriend!'. Richie Tozier would post Eddie Kaspbrak everywhere he could, so everyone in the fucking world would know that they were dating. Richie Tozier, already, almost burst with pride every day because he was dating Eddie Kaspbrak, and to be able to show him off? God, he'd be fucking unstoppable.

Richie Tozier did not say any of that, though.

"If you're comfortable with people knowing, Eds," Richie spoke instead -seriously, "-I make no fucking objections."

Eddie pursed his lips, something in his face concerned (Richie melted a little), "Like are you okay with that? People knowing you're dating me?"

Frankly, Richie Tozier wanted to scream tha-

"Are you kidding me right now?" Richie asked, incredulously.

Eddie's face twisted into something sour, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"No, Eds," Richie soothed, mouth moving quicker than his brain could follow, "-I just mean that I would tell everyone I've ever fucking met that we were dating, that you are my boyfriend, if I could. I'd tell the old lady who is scanning my groceries, I'd tell the drunk dude next to me at the bar, even after he puked on my shoes, I'd tell the car guy that put on my new fucking tires-"

"Car guy?" Eddie interrupted, smiling in that way he always did when Richie got affectionate (half flustered and half flattered), "-Do you really not know the word mechanic, dipshit?"

"Of course I do, that's your dream job," Richie remarked, unflinchingly, "-I just... I wasn't focused on fucking vocabulary."

Eddie's face softened, and Richie almost booked a flight then and there, "You remember that?"

"Eddie baby, there is a whole fucking storage facility on you in my head," Richie laughed, maybe a little embarrassed (he could pay attention if he really wanted to), "-and that's not counting the whole section on your face."

Eddie raised an eyebrow, still looking at him in a kinda way that made Richie want to twirl in place, "My face? What about my face?"

"Eds, you are the most expressive human being I've ever fucking met," Richie explained, counting out his fingers, "-Off the top of my head, you have three separate eyebrow furrows that mean different things. And don't even get me started on your fucking eyes-"

"Wait, hold on, shut up-" Eddie held up a hand, "-I have different eyebrow furrows? What the fuck does that mean?"

"You have one where you act like you're mad, but you're really not, it honestly kinda goes hand-in-hand with like... embarrassment? It's like too furrowed so I can tell you're faking that shit," Richie rambled, motioning with his hands through the air, "-And then, your second one is like you're actually frustrated, for whatever reason. That one kinda relies on your like... eyes a lot though, so... uh, I guess it's not just your eyebrows. The third one is when you're confused. It's almost like you want to raise an eyebrow up, but you don't? So, one of them is just a little bit higher than the other-"

Richie made eye contact with Eddie, whose face was rivaling a cherry at this point.

"-one," he finished, awkwardly.

Eddie blinked, and Richie felt anxiety claw up his throat. Fuck. His mouth strikes again.

Richie pursed his lips, wringing his hands out and ignoring the flush to his very own face (act normal and maybe it fucking will be), "I sound batshit crazy, don't I?"

Eddie just blinked again, eyes wide and cheeks burning a bright red. Richie would've thought it was cute if he wasn't currently so fucking scared that he might physically start shaking-

"Eds?" He tried, weakly.

His big brown eyes stayed focused on him, and his mouth decidedly did not move. Richie's stomach felt like it was tied up in knots, and they were getting tighter by the second.

"Eds," Richie laughed nervously, pinching a curl from his head and tugging on it slightly (he did that sometimes when he got nervous), "-You're kinda freaking me out here-"

"Your smile is crooked."

Richie paused for a moment, "What?"

"It goes up more on your left than it does your right," Eddie clarified in a breath that crashed out of his lungs, "-and that makes your left eye close a little more than your right when you... When you smile."

Richie felt a little speechless.

"And... And you-" Eddie continued, a little like he couldn't stop, "-you scrunch up your nose like you're about to sneeze right before you laugh. Every fucking time."

Richie just blankly stared, blinking. Eddie did the same, his cheeks still pretty bright red (to be fair, Richie probably wasn't looking much better). And they stayed in that silence for a second.

Until it started making Richie's skin itch.

He smiled, not the genuine kind, and started poking at his cheeks -trying to measure maybe, "Really?"

Eddie burst out into laughter, and it made Richie actually smile.

"See, there," he pointed to his screen like he could touch his skin -show it to him (or maybe like he'd forgotten the distance that stood between them, Richie sometimes did that too), "-it's fucking crooked. Just believe me."

"Ahhh," Richie dramatically sighed, taking on the accent of an old movie star, "-another thing to fix before my Hollywood debut. Oh, how I hate going under the knife-"

"Don't you fucking dare start that shit," Eddie leveled, biting.

Richie was startled out of his impression, eyes going a little wide, "Jeez, Eds, I didn't know th-"

"No, it's not your skit, dipshit, you know I like those-" Eddie quickly corrected, eyes still set in a solid glare (hey, there's furrow number 2), "-your smile. Saying you need to fix it."

"Well," Richie laughed a little, "-you said it's crooked-"

"Yeah, and?" Eddie rebutted, instinctively, "-It's like my favorite thing, dickweed. And it doesn't need fucking fixing, so don't say it does. Or else I'll kick your ass."

Richie grinned a little, turning red, before dropping his face into his hands. He smiled into his palms -briskly shaking his head (his curls moving with it). And maybe he was giggling but he'd never tell-

"Are you fucking giggling?"

He felt the flush slink down his neck, burning against his skin. Richie took a second.

"C'mon, Eds, gimme a break," he shot his head up -tilting his chin to the ceiling, and leaning back against his chair. He moved his glasses up on his head, before pushing his fingers into his eyes (his cheeks still burned), "-the most beautiful person I've ever seen likes my crooked ass smile so much they threatened me if I said it was shitty. A man can only be so strong-"

Eddie laughed a little, and it made Richie smile again (which made him another shade darker, because Eddie liked it so much-). Something swirled into his stomach, and he bounced his foot in place a little. He felt like he was going to explode, like how much he was blushing and how fucking happy he was might just... ya know, BOOM.

"You're such a shithead, Richie."

He peeked out from behind his hands, tilting his head back down to match his eyeline. Eddie was watching him with that fond little look on his face that he got. That Richie sometimes had dreams about, all sweet and shit. With that small little smile that he doubted anyone else in Eddie's world got to see. It was his Richie smile. The thought nearly made him fucking faint.

And then a thought rattled through his head, startling and sudden.

I'm fucking falling in love with him.

Or maybe I already am actually. How the fuck do you tell? This isn't... I've never-

"Richie?" Eddie's voice echoed out, and it shot him out of his head (heart flipping in his chest), "-Everything okay?"

He had his head tilted in that cute way he always did, hair slightly undone so some pieces fell with the motion. Richie's eyes traced them for a second. And, per usual, his eyes were shining with emotion -right on the surface, concern. Fucking worried about him, of all things-

Richie blinked, swallowing. Fuck.

"Yeah, Eds," Richie reassured, trying to calm his racing heart, "-everything's fine."

And that was that.

Richie was about this fucking close to googling 'How do I know if I'm in love with him?'. He'd been staring at the search bar on his phone every few spare minutes since that call had ended. Debating if shit like that would even help his situation. People were fucking different right? It couldn't be fucking helpful to him, it might only make it worse. Richie was a chronic overthinker, so he'd overthink fucking everything about how Eddie acted around him. Did he love me? Was he thinking the same thing or-

That being said, he'd been staring at his search bar for about a day and a half. Not consistently, more just like his thoughts were filled with it throughout that time. Richie was just debating on how he should go about it, and if he even needed to 'go about it'. See, as you may have already known, Richie had no control over his fucking mouth. So, the more he thought about it, the more he might slip up and say it.

And on top of that, he wasn't fucking sure when the right time to even say that shit was. Or if he was too early, or if he was doing something wrong-

Richie squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. None of this was fucking helping, and he seriously doubted that online articles about love would be either. (He'd once read one that said if a guy fucking waved at you that he was into you. Which Richie strongly disagreed with.) Even if he tried, he wasn't sure where exactly he should start.

Okay, Richie, think, his mind echoed, what's your next move? What should you do? Who knows shit about love?

Richie's eyes flew open. With a solid breath, he scrolled through his contacts and found who he needed.

The ringing had barely stopped echoing through the air before Richie started to talk.

"What's the difference between being in love and falling in love?"

"Hi, Stan," Stanley mocked, voice crackling through the phone,"-How are you today? Oh, I'm doing fine, thanks Richie-"

"Hi, Stan," Richie parroted, obediently, before switching near immediately, "-now seriously, I need to know what's-"

"The difference between falling and being in love?" Stan echoed, shuffling with something on the other end, "-Is that what you said?"

"Yes," Richie answered, shortly.

"Is this a... hypothetical?" Stanley didn't answer, instead asking for clarification (he could nearly see his eyebrows drawn together -confused), "-Or just a question that popped up in your mystery of a fucking mind, or-"

It came out in a rush of breath, before Richie could fully stop it (not that he was sure he wanted to), "I think I'm in love with Eddie."

There was a pause for a second, the silence bouncing around his head. Richie debated biting his nails, which he had never actually done but seemed fitting right now. Maybe even comforting-

"Let me go get Patty," Stan breathed out, and Richie could physically hear him walk himself down the hall -footsteps loud in his head.

"Hey darling, we've got a Richie emergency. If you could-"

The quick scamper of feet (distant and then suddenly very close), made Richie snort. The visual of her dropping whatever she was doing and rushing to her husband's side was hilarious, to be fair.

Oh Patts, his mind chimed, how I love you.

"Oh, honey," her voice bubbled over the phone, caring and kind (Richie had the random thought she'd make a great mom one day if she wanted that), "-is everything alright? Are you okay? Are you and Eddie okay-"

"Patricia," Stanley spoke to her, tone solid and sturdy, "-everything's fine. Richie just thinks he's in love with Eddie."

"What, really?" Patty gasped, sarcastically, "-No."

Sometimes Richie was faced with the harsh reality that she was, in fact, Stanley Uris's wife. It was easy to forget because she was always so sugary sweet to Stanley's ice-cold reception (two halves of a whole if you will). Richie knew they both cared, a fuck ton, but the differences on the surface did still affect him from time to time, he'll be honest.

Stan laughed at that, the one he only ever laughed because of Patty. And Richie guessed he got that now.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you two-" Richie rolled his eyes, "-I see how it is. Ditching your closest friend in a time of crisis-"

"It's not a fucking crisis, Richie," Stanley cut him off, "-You're in love with your boyfriend. That's completely normal."

"We understand it can be scary, honey," Patty followed up, sweeter, "-but it's not the end of the world. And it's certainly not a crisis."

"But, it is," Richie reiterated, "-when have I ever fucking loved someone? And what am I supposed to do? Is it too early-"

Stan asked, curiously, "I thought you loved Connor?"

"If this-" Richie dramatically motioned with his hands (despite the fact that the Uris's could not see him), "-is being in love, then there's no fucking way that's true."

"What do you mean?" Patty followed up.

Richie let out a breath, trying to compose his words, "This... With Eddie, it's so fucking big. It's not an 'oh, it feels really nice to be around you' or a 'you're great company' or even a 'you make me feel less alone'. Eddie is... god, I can't even... I just want to know fucking everything about him, be fluent in Eddie like he's a language. It's not a personal feel-good thing, like how I was fucking chasing the affection of dickheads. He's like a missing piece, like I've always had this Eddie-shaped space carved out and I didn't even know it. But, now I do, and he's here and I just... It's all right, it feels all so right-"

They didn't say a word.

"-which I know is cheesy as fuck. But that's all I can fucking say. I don't... I'm not... Fuck, there's just so much that I don't even know how to fucking say it-"

"You love him," Patty finished for him, quieter, "-Richie, you do, you love him."

Richie let a few breaths shake through his chest, mindlessly counting them in his head. He let Patty's words roll over his skin, processing. Because if Patricia Uris said something, she was right, he knew that like the back of his hand.

Okay, Richie thrummed the thought through his mind, I love him.

It felt stuck in Richie's throat. Bubbled along his skin. Burned his tongue with how fucking badly he wanted to say it, just so Eddie could know that somebody did.

Eddie, somebody loves you.

Eds, I fucking love you.

And then he felt so afraid, so scared that he'd say it and Eddie would freak the fuck out. Break it off. So clingy, so clingy, so clingy-

"What exactly brought this on?" Stanley questioned -slowly and so very soft. It was a tone he barely heard from him, and it shook through Richie's bones.

Richie tilted his head back and swallowed, his eyes burned. He felt a little like he was going to cry, and maybe he did (he couldn't feel it). But he knew it was happy tears, he fucking knew that.

"My smile is his favorite thing," Richie laughed -crying a little, "-It's fucking crooked and he knows that, but it's his favorite fucking thing, Stanley-"

Stanley was laughing through the phone, and Richie thought he might've been crying. The same kind Richie was, happy.

"He's a little shit, and I-" Richie pushed his glasses up on his head, and he was laughing, "-and I... I fucking love him. Shit, I... I love him, you guys. What the fuck-"

Richie was fully on crying now, sniffling and wiping his eyes. God, he loved him, what the fuck-

"Oh, Richie, honey-" Patty cooed, and he had a feeling if he was there with two of them, she'd hug him. And maybe he actually really fucking wanted that, she probably smelled like flowers and Stanley like books (he just fucking knew that, it seemed like common sense). He should go to Atlanta at some point, and visit. Maybe with Eddie, actually, "-This is so, so good, okay? Don't be scared."

"Yeah," Stanley reassured, "-don't get in your head about this, Richie. Fucking seriously."

"But," Richie exhaled, "-what if he doesn't love me? I... I can't fucking handle that-"

Stan interrupted, keen on the spiral that Richie was going to fall into, "Richie stop, even if he doesn't love you. He really fucking cares about you."

Richie pressed his lips together. His heart was thumping against his chest, I love him. I love him. I love-

"And he will," Patty added, confidently, "-He cares about you so much, honey, that if he doesn't already, he will."

Stan continued on that point, "It's only a matter of time, you guys are like two halves of a whole. An incredibly fucked up whole, yeah, but still a whole."

Richie laughed then, "You are such a dick, Stan."

The silence was comforting for a moment, and it made Richie settle on the idea. Process it. This was all so new and scary, but it was Eds. Eddie. His Eds-

"Look, I know sometimes you need to be brought back to earth," Stanley reasoned (and Richie was pretty sure that he heard Patty swat at his chest), "-but this time? Richie, you're right. Eddie is as crazy about you as you are about him. Honestly-"

Richie laughed a little, sniffling.

"-I can't tell if he's going to calm you down, or if you're gonna ramp him up. But you're gonna fucking do it together."

"Stan," Richie measured -lips quivering.

"There's not a chance that you guys break up," he continued, "-It's just... Richie, you're the happiest you've ever fucking been, and I would bet my life that Eddie is too. You... You always talk about me and Patty being meant for each other-"

"-but, Rich, you and Eddie... That fucking feels like forever. It feels like he's always been there, even just with the Losers, the spot has always been open. And nobody noticed it until he slotted right in. Until he shit on you in your Twitch chat-"

Richie burst into laughter at that, it shook through his whole body. A swim of emotion all inside of him, but the most was happy, fucking in love. Holy shit, Richie Tozier was in love. There was no fucking way that was real-

"-It just makes sense. It's right, like you said," Stanley finished, "-and I'm never fucking wrong. Right?"

"Right," Richie confirmed, wiping at his eyes. Something in him felt nicer, lighter.

"And take your time," Patty popped up, "-just because you feel it, doesn't mean you have to say it right now, okay Richie?"

"Here's to hoping I can keep my fucking mouth shut," Richie chimed, crossing his fingers, "-please, God-"

Stanley retorted, flatly, "God can't do the fucking impossible, Richie."

Richie laughed so fucking loud he worried about his neighbors hearing, and he couldn't even hear the baby cry next door. (He'd seen them in the hallway before with one.) He stayed on the phone for a while, Patty and Stanley updating him on a lot of shit honestly. Sometimes boring (like birds, even still, Richie listened), but other times really interesting.

They were setting up an actual wedding, been planning it for like the last year. Because they were married so young, they'd just used the courthouse. But now the Urises, like responsible adults (Richie spent 200 dollars on custom-made Shrek shoes last week), had a budget for an actual wedding. He was gonna be Stan's best man, not to fucking brag (except he was totally going to, maybe every second he could at the wedding).

And then, he realized that Eddie would be in San Francisco. He'd have already moved in, a few months actually. He had the spare thought of Eddie in his best clothes and shiny shoes that didn't have a single crease in them (because of course they didn't, he was Eddie Kaspbrak). And Eddie fucking keeping both of their suits pressed (away from Richie) and fucking fussing over him because 'it's your best friend's wedding, idiot'. The thought of it all made his head spin, and made him want to scream (in a good way).

It hit him again then, a few days after the first time, I love him. Holy fuck, I love him. It burst through his chest like he was in fucking Alien, and it felt engraved in his DNA. Fucking loving Eddie Kaspbrak was in his genes. God. It was just floating through him, always on the tip of his tongue. It could so easily just be fucking said, Richie could just say it-

e.kaspbrak

What are you doing fuckwad?

Richie cleared his throat, blinking. Focus Tozier, you can do this.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

nothing why ?

e.kaspbrak

In the words of the dumbest fucker alive.

'Wow, your boyfriend can't want attention?'

God, Richie Tozier fucking loved Eddie Kaspbrak. So much. How did he never fucking notice that?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

eds wants my attention ???

aweeeee

e.kaspbrak

I take it back, asshole.

Fuck you.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

no take backsies babeyyyy

u have my entire attention spaghetti

e.kaspbrak

Good.

I have a question.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

shoot eddie baby

e.kaspbrak

Do you have an extra dresser?

For my clothes and shit?

Richie's heart fluttered in his chest, he never really forgot that Eddie was coming. But it still hit hard every time he remembered it, he was coming here. To live with him. Him and Eddie living together. And he loves Eddie. The guy he loves living with him-

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I can get one

I do have two closets tho

e.kaspbrak

Do they both have shit in them?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

one of them is mine

but the other has old stream stuff in it

just have to clean it

e.kaspbrak

I can do it.

I'm already going to clean everything anyway.

Richie barked out a laugh.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

yes dear

e.kaspbrak

You're an asshole.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I love the pet names u give me eds 🤭

makes me feel so special 💞😘

e.kaspbrak

I wouldn't call you them if you weren't an idiot.

Richie laughed, readying another message-

e.kaspbrak

My idiot.

Obviously.

This was going to be really fucking hard. Wasn't it? Thank god they were just texting, Richie is 90% sure he would've said it already. Maybe it would be the first thing out of his mouth-

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

does that mean u are responsible for my actions ???

would it hold up in court you think ?

u r my eds too btw

e.kaspbrak

No. And I wouldn't bail you out, fyi.

And yeah, I can't imagine anyone else let you call them that.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

u let me call u that

e.kaspbrak

I like you, dipshit.

And if I didn't like them, we wouldn't be fucking dating.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

still can't believe that btw

e.kaspbrak

Believe what?

Richie gnawed at his lips, debating if he wanted to unveil something else about him that was a little fucked up. People treated him like shit, so he thinks he's shit (or something Steve said much more eloquently, "You place your worth on how much people have valued you in the past."). He knew Eddie didn't feel that way, but it still felt...

Eddie felt levels above him, and yet, he still knelt to see Richie. To be with him. Or at least, that's what it felt like.

But he's Eddie. If there was anyone he wanted to tell about this, he'd want it to be Eddie.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

that u like me

He watched Eddie type for a few minutes. Like he was typing and then erasing, over and over again. It made Richie tug at his curls and made his heart pound in his chest. I love him. He can't be scared away. Don't run away, I love you-

e.kaspbrak

I wanted to talk to you about that actually.

Richie furrowed his eyebrows. What does that mean? Had he done some shit he didn't remember?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

what

e.kaspbrak

The other day, in the groupchat.

Richie pursed his lips, trying to think. That groupchat was used so fucking much, he really had no clue-

e.kaspbrak

Bill and Stan both said that they couldn't believe I was dating you.

Remember?

Right, his mind hummed in recognition.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

the cute thing ?

e.kaspbrak

Yeah.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

what about it ?

e.kaspbrak

Do you agree?

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

with what eds ?

e.kaspbrak

With them. That I deserve better than you.

Like you're a fucking tier lower or some shit. Like I'm settling.

Richie pursed his lips, letting out a breath. He must have taken a second too long because Eddie started up again.

e.kaspbrak

You do, don't you?

Richie hesitated only a second.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

yeah sometimes

e.kaspbrak

I thought so.

Richie paused, trying to decipher if that was good or bad. If he had fucked up or not. Eddie was pretty straightforward, usually, but now, it felt kinda vague. It made him feel a little on edge, he tugged at his hair again -once.

e.kaspbrak

I would call you about shit like this but I want you be able to physically see it.

And reread it when you need to.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

what the fuck are u talking about eds ?

Richie waited a breath, watching as the bubbles moved in the corner. Eddie was typing. A lot. It seemed. And then it all started coming in.

e.kaspbrak

I'm not better than you, dipshit. And even if I was, which I am fucking not, I choose you. Even if you think I shouldn't. Because that's my choice, not yours.

I want you.

And your shitty ass jokes, and stupidly good impressions, and crooked smile, and horrendously ugly shirts, you. Not just one thing, fucking all of it.

There's not a part of you that I am ashamed to date, okay? Get that through your thick skull.

You say you're clingy, right? Well, you could cling to me like a fucking koala, I don't give a fuck. Because you're you, and I want you.

You constantly want attention? Well, I want to fucking give it to you, so I will. Because I want to, and don't you fucking dare try and stop me.

Richie, I'm not better than you. We're not fucking better than each other, that's not how this works. You're fucked up and so am I. And I don't know about you, but I don't care about that shit. I just care about you. And personally, that's all that matters to me.

So, fuck the idea that I am. That I could do better. Because, even if that is true, which it's fucking not, I don't want anyone else.

You get that, asshole?

Richie blinked, once and then twice.

His eyes were burning, and his stomach was tied up in knots. His mind was moving so fast that he couldn't keep up, and the words were smoothing over his skin. It felt like they were fucking sinking into his skin, all the way through his chest -right onto his heart. He was so fucked for anyone else-

e.kaspbrak

And tell Bill and Stan that I'm fucking pissed.

Richie couldn't help himself. He was only so strong, and he was... he was so Eddie. And he was in love with one Eddie Kaspbrak.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I love you

[sebbianas]

Omg the new updateeeeee I've been waiting for so long to find out what James diddddd!!!!

I am on both sides cause like James was too young and wasn't readyyyy buttt he should've told regggg

I'm so conflicted on this

P.s you are so fucking amazing I love this so much

p.p.s this is my first time doing anon so I hope im doing it right?

sorry for making you wait long!!! i hope it was worth it!!

its natural to be conflicted both sides make sense and both side made mistake anyway!

thank you so much!!

you’re doing great!

[kaisitzybitzyworld]

Orphic

(adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding

Tia willows

"Wake up, lilly"

"Mhm.. five more minutes please"

Chuckling to myself, I made my way to the dresser to brush my hair and tie it up neatly. I checked the time, "it's 7:05 already. Get up in 10 minutes or else you'll be late for school."

.

.

"ELIZABETH JANE WAKE UP!"

"I'M UP, I'M UP" "Why am I paired to share a room with the head girl again?"

"Awh, don't say that li, I know you love me.

Now get your pretty ass off the bed and get ready for school."

"YES, ma'am"

"I'm readyyyy"

Lilly came out of her room singing. "Thank you now let's go, we don't wanna be late."

Locking the door of our shared bedroom, we make our way out of the hostel. I see many students leisurely walking towards the school gate and some giggling and waving goodbye to their boyfriends.

"I am so tired of seeing these bimbos and their sigma boyfriends. Why don't you complain about them?" Lilly said, frustrated.

"I can't complain about things happening outside the school premise. Either way, two more months and we will pass out so bear with it." I said with a small smile.

"I can't express how happy I am to be leaving this school."

"OH, it's not that bad."

"You say that because you're the head girl."

I simply shrugged at that and walked towards the great hall for assembly.

"Good Morning, school"

We heard the voice of our principal blaring through the speakers.

"Please take your seats all of you. I have some very exciting and important announcements to make."

The hall buzzed with excitement. It's no surprise what we were gonna be told about. It's that time of the year when school got the busiest and I've seen the previous head girls break sweat and bones because of this. Students fighting to be heard and chosen and the only time when the whole sixteen in the student council comes together to work.

"OH! the excitement in the air is making me dizzy", Principal said making some of us giggle.

"Yes, you guessed it right. Our school's annual programs' date has been selected. It will be held on the 16th of November."

The entire hall broke into loud discussions.

"Girls please settle down, I know it is a very exhilarating news. I know you all are thrilled to decide what to wear and what to do. But before that I need to-"

"GIRLS SETTLE DOWN" the voice of our vice-principle roared out. And in an instant, the voices of the students died down and hall became silent.

"Thank you, Mrs. Pataudi."

"No problem, Mrs. Allen."

" So as I was saying, the number of events haven't been chosen yet. The student council will sit today with the teachers to decide the number of events and participants. The head girl and deputy head boy has to meet Mrs. Hawkins after the first period to discuss about the upcoming fest"

I gave Zahir, my deputy head, a slight nod.

"That will be it, have a good day and God bless you" Saying this, our principal walked down the podium whislt talking to the other teachers and walked out of the teacher's-door.

Me as well as the rest of the student council stood up to go stand infront of the hall doors to assist the students out in proper line and check their uniform for anything incorrect.

As the last student walked out of the door, I turned to the rest of the council members and told them to meet me and Zahir during the break.

We walked out and I went up to get my books from the locker. Walking inside my first class, I spotted Lilly chatting away with Zara and Merlin.

"Good morning Ms. Head girl."

"Good morning girls"

I sat beside Lilly and they filled me in about their latest gossip.

"I heard there's a new girl coming." Zara whispered.

"There's only 5 months left for finals, Now??? Will she be able to catch up?" Lilly said, surprised.

" She was being home schooled by the our teachers which technically means she has been a part of this institution. But news says she was recovering from a disease that's why she could not physically come to school" I said with a knowing look. I did not know her name but being the head girl has its perks.

"You knew?? How could you not tell us?" Lilly said with a look of disbelief.

"I did not think it was important."

"How could-"

Lilly was cut off as the rest of us saw our class teacher entering.

"Morning class, please sit, I am running low on time so, if one of the prefects could please take the attendance and hand me the list later, I would be grateful"

Before I could response, a sharp voice said "I will do it. No worries"

"Thank you so much, Amora."

"And I wanted to introduce you all to your new classmate. But she is stuck in the principals office filling some paperwork. Where is our head girl? Oh there, sweetheart could you please come with me to the principals office and take the new girl for a school tour?"

"Of course, ma'am."

"Thank you class. Have a good day."

As I walked out of the class with Mrs. Chow, we could hear the class erupt into chatter and laughter.

"The students will have a field day with all the teachers busy with fest work" Mrs. Chow said with a hint of smile.

Nearing the teacher's room, she turned around and said "You will find her inside principal ma'ams' room"

With a nod and a small bow I made my way to the principals room.

Just as I was about to enter the room, the door opened making me and the other person bump and all the papers in their hand flew all of the place.

Both of us bent down to pick and arrange the papers

"I am so so sorry" I apologised.

" No it's not completely your fault. I'm sorry too" said a sweet voice. I looked up to see a very pretty girl of my age smiling down at me.

I stood up and handed the papers to her. "I'm guessing you're the new girl?"

The girl smiled and with her hand extended said, "Yes You're right. Hi, I am Ifra Lateez. Are you the head girl?"

I took a hold of her hand and said,

" Hello I'm Tia Willows, the head girl of The Agatha Highs"

~

Hi lovelies. This is the first chapter, more like the introduction of the female lead of the series. I hope you liked it. The next chapter will be the introduction of the male lead. Please like and comment. I love you all. Bye <3

[shu-box-puns]

SHU THE START OF THE SEQUAL FIC 🥹🥲 I AM SO READYYYY! Going to be rereading all the headcanon and dad tsu’tey and son spider fics 🦅🦅🦅

You think it will be angsty? 😭 let’s be real all your writings have a little sad, just a sprinkle

I'll be honest, the planning stages consisted 95% of soft fluffy, content. But now that I'm fleshing it out, the angst is steadily creeping in and I can't stop it :D