#richie. ic

[hvndredbattles]

@ru5t || unprompted idea that came to me? just sorta rattling the thought around. feel free to leave it if it doesn't vibe <3

He's thrown into the room - cell, makeshift or real, he hasn't taken stock yet - with enough force to send him stumbling forward. He hits the ground hard without his hands free to catch himself, and rolls through it to keep his face from smashing into the hard ground. The room spins some even after he stops moving, though he's expecting it. Probable concussion, after that many blows to the face.

Duke blinks slowly at the soldier stood in the door, impassive in the face of the hard look being leveled his way.

And then the look had turned Madelyn's direction. Unacceptable.

Adrenaline flooding through him, perhaps the last of his reserves, Duke manages to get his feet under him and let's his momentum carry him forward, barreling toward the enemy soldier with every intention of tearing a throat out with his teeth if that's what it takes.

Instead, he's met with a fit of startled swears and a backward scramble. Duke slams into the hastily closed door instead of the give of a body, his quary safely on the other side. Coward.

Richie barks a laugh as he turns to lean his back against the door. He spits a little blood from his mouth onto the ground near his feet. Right, then. That's that squared away for the time being.

It truly was the last of his energy to make that push up and forward. They'd worked him over solidly for a first attempt at getting any information from him. Electrocution's so bloody exhausting.

Panting and spent, Richie slides down the door to sit and get his legs out in front of him. It's only then that he finally actually looks Madelyn's direction, a loll of his head and a squint through a trickle of blood down thd side of his face that he can't easily wipe away with his wrists still bound behind his back.

"I'll do everything I can to keep them off you," he promises, a little breathless still, voice hushed despite the fact that he does sort of doubt that they're being listened in on. Despite the gravity of the words, his tone carries only a fraction of the severity someone else might have conveyed. "The boys'll have had our last position. Odds are, seventy-two hours at most. I should be able to keep them occupied that long. It'll be alright, Kit."

[thoughtfulchaos773]

Carmy's birth.

It was so hard and so scary,because he kept getting stuck,

and they just kept having to move me,

and I remember they were moving me in all these positions. And then at one point, i think they had me fucking upside down or something. I don’t even remember. But, babe. Babe.

Natalie: Yeah?

Donna: No, no, no, no. It’s not gonna happen to you.That’s not gonna happen to you.

You know what? It was fucked all around.

The whole thing was fucked.

Seriously. From the beginning, it was fucked

[hvndredbattles]

@hebled || behold, trauma :)

He has nightmares like this sometimes. Struggling to get off his back, body protesting, thrashing -

Except Richie wakes up, and he's still choking. Hands around his throat, the weight of another body on his, he's managed in this pin, movement already so expertly restrained, he jabs to drive the heel of his palm up toward the outline of a jaw, to disorient, to make space, room for him to breathe but there's no contact, the head jerking away

(Beck? There's no room to process it. Not if he wants to live.)

The sheets only hinder, but Richie lashes out with the desperation of a man acutely aware of a narrowing window of survival. He cannot stay like this. He Cannot Stay Like This. (get the fuck off -)

He doesn't need gear to get out of this. He doesn't need a knife to kill. Just a little room. Just a little -

[hvndredbattles]

He's grinning to himself when he says, "I can't be that bad. No one's transferred yet." And, he nearly adds, you married me. It's enough of an old hat of a tease, she's likely to hear it anyway. That, and the even older I never said I wasn't.

The combination of her words and the noticeable pause in cadence draw a low note from Richie. He's never without reports and requisitions and proposals to complete, it's true. But he feels whatever it was that had driven her to reach out to him in the first place hasn't been put to rest.

"Tell me, if you need more," he settles on finally. Richie exhales through his nose as he shifts in his chair to reach for his computer mouse, pulling up his calendar. Abbreviations and in incomplete picture of his schedule wash neat rectangles of time in different colors across nearly every day. "I'll see if I can make a trip up in the near future."

She laughs outright, rolling her eyes. “You’re terrible,” she says fondly. She turns to her piles of baked goods, mentally portioning them off, figuring out what containers they would fit in to be sent off. “Hopefully the variety will make up for the laps.” There are, of course, plenty of Richie’s favorites, and she intends to send the majority of them off to him. Her own favorites are missing from the collection—a fussy recipe, with too much time to think as dough is pressed into tins—but now that she’s been able to quiet her gnawing worry, she might rectify that.

“I should… let you get back to things,” she murmurs, a little reluctant. Jenn is in the other room, and she has trays in the oven, but she doesn’t really want to hang up yet, an irrational part of her mind insisting that, as long as she has him on the line, nothing can happen to him. “Thank you for calling, mon loup. I know you’re busy, and I do appreciate it.”

[newwavesylviaplath]

derry, maine (technically)

[wolftozier]

richie tozier having a million adult onset allergies is very funny idea but I don't think they're. "adult" onset. my man has been eating spicy bananas for forty years and saw nothing wrong with this

[chaicedtea]

I have a feeling all of Pete’s friends are gay.

Richie.. An anime shirt and blue hair? Really? Just say you like men and move on.

Grace.. I can just tell , it runs in the family. Also, her parents are lovely. 10/10, would have another threesome with them.

Steph.. She literally has the pansexual flag on her backpack, NEXT!

Max.. Now, he doesn’t hang out with Pete as much, but he does hang out with Richie and Pete together, and I’m just sayin’.. I wouldn’t be surprised if the kid liked men.

[unladyboss]

In ORDER OF FAMILIARITY, RELIABILITY AND COMFORT. THE CALL LIST: SEASON 3 THE BEAR

Natalie's call list was interesting for when she went into labour.

It went like this

1. Pete. Who was out of town and couldn't help even if he wanted to. He's obviously the first person who SHOULD know what's happening

2. Then no surprise here. Sydney. The most reliable person they know. The person who would move heaven and earth to help and figure everything out

3. CARMY. Right after Sydney. Her brother who she knows wouldn't answer the phone but Carmy. Is associated with SYDNEY in everyone's mind so I think that's why that happened.

4. Marcus is up next. If not SYDNEY, Marcus would be so near the top on my call list. Reliable, can drive. Comfort

5. Then Richie. They have a family history. For the longest time she disliked him. At least now he makes the call list

6. Claire is the last even though she IS a doctor and was friendly enough with Nat to have hugged her in POP season 2.

However she doesn't exist to any REAL WORLD monitoring devices they have. Claire is mistaken as ' The Bear ', making her sound like a relic, a haunt or a ghost of theirs. Not really real.

7. And lastly

She could have called CICERO but he is in Wilmette. She could have tried...

[p1zzaparty]

Really old drawing of loser inspired ice cream?? It was connected to another idea i had with another character cough cough but I feel too cringe to post him so fucking gay ass popsicles  🍦

[hvndredbattles]

@ru5t || gentle-esque Richie starter

He makes a point of being quick enough shouldering the door open that it groans on its hinges, and let's it fall shut behind him under its own momentum, rather than easing it closed. An announcement of his presence without having to say anything.

"Brisk tonight."

Richie sets the thermos of tea down beside her before plopping a folded blanket in her lap. It's still the hours of dark that are late, rather than early. He doesn't know what drove Madelyn out here, but he could hazard a few guesses. Nothing he'll make her run on in to face again.

The cold of the ground begins to seep through his layers as soon as he sits down -- within arm's reach of her, but not touching. He fishes a box of cigarettes and his lighter out of the pouch of his hoodie. "Mind if I...?" A rattle of the pack in clarification.

[mysticbaconslice]

more warm up practice but with my clown men

[coachbeards]

like sorry but nat's baby is EVERYONE'S baby. i know richie refers to her as "our baby" like. they're a family!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hvndredbattles]

Richie's eyes narrow with mischief of his own. "Only if they know you meant to." There's most of an idea formed, now. Something of a gamble, though he thinks... well, she looks rather occupied. And if she's not- He maps out a few conversational possibilities as he decides on a course of action.

"Here, hold on." Hold on, he says, but he rises from his seat with a determination suggesting he'll be more than a quick nip away from the table. He pauses before he walks away. Sort of a little preview of what's to come, with maybe a hint of seriousness, Richie instructs, "If anyone asks, double the number of drinks I've had before you answer."

And then he's off toward where Evelyn's date is sat.

It's not a long chat, but Richie lays it on thick to start, playing buzzed and interested. Flirting until said date feels the need to look for Evelyn to point her out.

He thinks he does a reasonably convincing job of looking surprised and apologetic when Evelyn's date sees her still necking with Not Him. And he lingers for a moment after the man gets up, like a drunk collecting his thoughts and figuring out what to do after striking out.

When Richie circles back to Henry, it's with two fresh flutes of champagne, and a subtler air of mischief managed. "Think that did the trick."

  Ah. Well. Words like that, maybe he ought to have had something in mind to answer with. Henry stalls with a general scan. Sea of faces, sea of fine decorations and fine wear... a million ways to incite chaos, but nothing leaps out as an immediate kick start to a dramatic unfolding of this specifically. Short of cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting it out, that is. Which... no, better not.

  “Where's Nerys when you need her?” he laments in an undertone. One whisper there and the whole country would know by the end of the next hour. He looks Richie's way with a sort of helpless and yet mischievous resignation: “If I start it, no one will think it's true.”

[chaicedtea]

Alright, funny story time.

About 45mins ago, Pete and Richie asked me to play Minecraft with them. Cool, alright, fun.

So, I play with them, I get the basics of the game. We go into a cave to get shit, and a skeleton one hits Richie, he dies immediately. I laugh so hard, Richie yelps, Pete laughs as well.

I love these nerdy kids.

[hvndredbattles]

@hebled || continued from here <3

Pup. Richie rolls his eyes, but otherwise elects not to rise to the bait of the nickname. Beck, lucky man, gets the lit cigarette. (Easier to just hand that one over than juggle two, would be Richie's defense if called on it.) "Literally or philosophically?" he asks around the butt of the second. "'cause if I give you the literal answer, I might still have to kill you." He's kidding, of course. Mostly.

Odds are they'll be together in the field soon enough, SAS and the Royal Marines running in tandem.

His lighter finds its way back into his pocket once the second cig's lit. He shrugs. "What the sergeant doesn't know won't hurt him any."

Richie tips his head to one side, gaze shifting to peer at Beck sidelong. "Or you can give it back." He even extends a hand in a give it here gesture. If you're scared is the dare, like either of them could be genuinely worried about something so pedestrian as a scolding and duties akin to hazing, when they're both already well-versed in the art of killing.

[marshbevvie]

LOSERS ICE CREAM PART 2

u wot, mate?